By Mouudy contact me atMichiganmark26@yahoo.com
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Chapter 5 - Memories
Satellite Base of the Injustice Gang
"Hurry Grod, Superman will be here soon. I want your mind control device on Grant." Lex ordered.
"Why do you need it? Won't he do anything for you, now that you've saved him?" Circe asked.
"I can't take that chance. I'll test him without turning on the device, but if that doesn't work, I need a plan B!" Lex answered.
"Always two steps ahead, aren't you?" Circe asked.
"I've learned from my mistakes in the past. This is to big a deal, to leave room for any error. With everything falling into place so perfectly, the world will soon be mine, and not even Superman will be able to stand in my way. This boy will be the key to my success." Lex said while running his hand down Grant's face.
<Security Alert! Security Alert!>
"Are you done yet?" Lex asked.
"Finished." Grod answered.
"Then get us out of here Circe, and free Prometheus! Now! Turn the alarm off, so Prometheus won`t know they`re coming." Lex ordered.
Circe waved her hand and freed Prometheus. She then waved her hand again and in shimmering lights Circe, Lex and Grod disappeared.
"What? What happened here?" Prometheus asked himself. He looked around and no one was there. He looked at the beat up Grant and laughed to himself.
"Whatever happened you're still here, and I'm far from finished with you. Time to wake up boy." Prometheus said as he slapped Grant again and again.
Superman and Ultraman were the first two to arrive at the scene. Followed by Nightwing and the rest of the Titans.
Inside Grants Mind-
When I was five, the scariest thing in the world happened to me. I was dreaming, that I was flying through the clouds, high above the city. Now that wasn't the scariest thing. The dream was amazing. I was so in control, able to fly up, over and side to side. But then I woke up. I woke up, and found myself flying high above my bed. I tried everything I could do to get down, but nothing worked. I started screaming for my parents. They came running in the room, I stretched out my arms to my father. He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms and held me tight.
"It's okay baby. You're okay, daddies here." he comforted me.
"Daddy what's wrong with me?" I asked.
"Junior, nothing is wrong with you." he said as he looked at my mother. Some silent conversation went on between them.
"Honey, there is something your father and I need to talk to you about. There are something's you're not going to understand right now, but when you get older, it will all make sense." My mother started.
"Junior, there are people in this world, that can do amazing things. Things like what you read in those comic books I collect. They're called Meta-humans. Your mother and I, are Meta-humans, and so are you. But this is something you can never tell anyone. It`s just a secret between your mother, me and you." he began.
"So you're super heroes?" I asked excitedly.
"Well, as a matter of fact, we are." he answered.
"Does that mean I can be a super hero too, when I grow up?" I asked.
"Well Junior, I was hoping the Meta gene would pass you, but it looks like that isn't going to happen. So I guess the answer is, ask me again in 20 years." he laughed.
"Daddy, I'll be 25. I'll be too old to be super hero!" I exclaimed. They began laughing.
"Now, let's get you back into your bed." my dad said as he swung me in his arms and twirled me around.
"Daddy, no please! C-can I sleep with you and mommy, please. What happens if I fly out the window and never come back down again?" I pouted. He looked me in my eyes and then smiled.
"I guess I wont be getting any tonight." my dad frowned.
"Huh? Get any what?" I asked. My mother slapped him.
"You'll understand one day, when your older." he laughed.
He carried me into their room and laid me down between them. I curled up next to my dad and wrapped my arm around his chest, nuzzled my head into his neck, and fell asleep.
When I was thirteen, I had this neighbor that lived across the street from me. I had known for a long time that I liked looking at boys more than girls. I never thought much about it. At school, guys would ask girls out, they'd kiss and hug. I tried to do the same, but something never felt right, so I stopped. It didn't bother me much, I was always a shy kid. Never really talked to anyone. I mean, I had so many secrets to live with, my parents are superheroes, a part of the Justice Society of America. I could fly, although I'm not allowed to. I couldn't get hurt, which we learned the day I needed to get a shot and the needle broke. My parents never took me to a doctor again, which was fine since I never got sick either. I just had to many secrets to keep, so it was easier not talking to anyone, than having to lie. I didn't like lying, so I tried to keep myself out of situations where I would have to. Sorry got off track here. The boy who lived across the street, as I wrote in my journal. Okay so I changed boy to girl, just incase anyone ever got their hands on my journal. He was older than I was, 16 at the time. He used to mow his lawn on Saturday's. I made sure to always be outside for the show. I used to pretend that he was putting on a show for me, and maybe he was, I never asked. He would start mowing with a tee shirt and jeans on. Halfway through, he would stop and take off his shirt. He had an amazing body for a 16 year old, or at least I thought so. His pecks were already developed, his 6 pack abs nice and hard as he flexed that lead down into the shape of a V into his pants. His hair was brown, and long, down to his shoulders. The jeans he wore left little to the imagination, as he didn't have them pulled up, his boxers shown completely from behind, a belt holding up the front. After he would take off his shirt, he would turn to me and smile and wave. My face would turn ten shades of red and I would quickly fidget, and look down.
This went on for months and months. One Saturday, after he put on his usual show, he did something different. He talked to me.
"Hey kid?" he shouted. I freaked out. Was he talking to me? I just stood there staring at him, not knowing what to do. All my senses had left my body.
"Hey kid, come here for a minute!" he shouted.
I couldn't move, I just stood there looking at him. He smiled a bright white smile. His full red lips glistening in the sun. He was so irresistible. My dick started to get hard in my pants. I was used to that, I had no idea what it meant, I just knew that when I watched him, or any hot boy, I would get what I called a "Pop Up".
"Come on over here Kid, I wont bite." he said.
This time my feet took on a life of their own. I started walking towards him, with no idea what I was going to say when I got to him. I mean what if he asks why I'm staring at him all the time for?
"What's your name kid?" he asked.
"Gr-Grant." I answered tentatively.
"I'm Marc, nice to meet you Grant. So I was thinking, instead of you just sitting across the street watching me. Why don't you help me out?" he smiled.
"S-Sure." was all I could muster.
He finished mowing the lawn, while I swept up for grass from the sidewalk. We bagged and threw away the garbage. After we were done, we put away the lawnmower, broom and dustpan.
"You want some water? We don't have any Soda at my house, my dad is lazy about going to the store." he asked.
"I've got Soda at my house, if that's what you want?" I asked, not wanting him to go into his house. Although I hadn't said much to him, I liked being around him. I could get a closer look at his amazing body, his luscious lips, and his amazing violet eyes.
"Wont your parents mind?" he asked.
"Their not home right now." I answered.
"Will they be back soon?" he asked.
"It's not likely."
"Lead the way, Grant." he said with a smile on his face.
We walked across the street and I led him into the kitchen. I grabbed two Pepsi's from the fridge and handed him one. He took the can and put it against his neck, and rolled it from one side to the other. He then rolled it down his chest.
"Mmm, that feels so good. It's a hell of a hot day out." his voice was raspy, rougher.
My eyes bugged out as I watched.
"Un huh." was all that would come out of my mouth.
"Where's your room?" he asked.
I didn't even answer, I just turned and led the way. He walked around my room, looking at everything. He stopped by my desk, looked at my computer. When through some papers, it was as if he was searching for something, but I didn't know what.
"So how come you never have any friends over? I mean I always see you alone." he asked curiously. I looked down, my face all red, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"It's okay Grant, I wont laugh at you." he reassured me.
"I don't know. I guess I don't have friends really." I answered.
"I'll be your friend, if you want?" he smiled.
"I'd like that." I said excitedly. He ruffled my hair and smiled at me. Then he moved over to the bed and sat up against the head board.
He ran his hand down his bare chest and rested it onto of his groin.
"So what do you like to do Grant? I mean your parents aren't home, so you can pretty much do anything you want."
"I don't know. I read a lot, and write. Play video games and stuff." I answered.
"That's it? I mean you have the whole place to yourself. Don't you ever run around naked or anything crazy?" once again his voice became very raspy and rough. I liked it.
"Naked? No, why would I do that?" I asked.
"I love being naked. Why if I had my place to myself, I would never wear any clothes. You don't know what a great feeling it is to have your dick hang out while you walk and stuff. I could touch it anytime I wanted to, without having to reach into my pants. One time at my grandparents ranch, they have the quarry, its pretty far from the house. I just felt this urge to take off my clothes and jump in the water. So I did. It felt amazing, the feeling of the water against my hard dick, I was so turned on, I had to jack off the second I got out of the water. I shot the hugest load." he said excitedly.
"Wow! What's jack off mean?" I asked.
His eyes bugged out, his mouth fell open.
"You don't know? Wow kid, you are way behind. Okay, let me ask you some questions, but first, do you trust me?" he asked.
"Then what ever we say, stays between us. If you can't keep a secret, then tell me now, cause no one can ever know what we talk about, especially not your parents. Deal?" he asked seriously.
"I swear, I'll never tell. Hell, I'm the Fort Knox of secrets."
"Okay. Do you have any hair above your dick?" he asked.
I once again blushed scarlet.
"Yes." I answered, embarrassed.
"Okay, we'll at least I know you've been through puberty. So don't you ever touch it, you dick?" he asked.
"Like when I go to the bathroom to piss. Or when I take a shower and wash it." I answered.
"Wow, kid, you're missing out on some good stuff. We'll I could tell you all about it, but it really wont make any sense. So if you want, I could show you how it's done?" he smiled.
"Please! Will you?" I begged.
"Alright. Lucky for you, I haven't rubbed one out today. So it's going to be a big load. Now remember, you swore you would never tell anyone. So this has to stay between you and I." he urged. I nodded.
He slid down his pants. A smile so big crept across my face. This was my lucky day. I was finally going to see what was hiding in his jeans all this time.
"You sure you want to do this?" he asked, while his hands were on the waistband on his boxers.
"I've never been more sure of anything." I said more excited than a kid on Christmas morning. He laughed.
"Okay, here goes. Don't get scared cause mine is probably going to be a lot bigger than yours. But that's just cause I'm older."
He slid down his boxers, and revealed the most beautiful dick I'd ever seen, next to mine own of course. His balls hung low, his shaft lay atop his balls, long and thick, the mushroom shaped head reaching past his balls, with a thick matt of hair above it. My eyes were glued to his package. My mouth started watering. I wanted to reach out and touch it. To feel it in my hands.
"You like what you see?" his voice was thick and sexy.
"Oh yes! It's beautiful." the words coming out, before I could think what I was saying. He just laughed.
"First, you want to take your shaft in your hands and pull it up and back down, gently. Then it will begin to get hard and thick, full of life." he said.
"Like a Pop Up!" I said.
"When it get's like that, that's what I call it." I said. He laughed again.
"Cute. But it's called a hard-on, or boner. Woody even. But not Pop Up. Although I like that. Anyway, look at the tip of my cock head. See that wet stuff? That's called pre-cum. That lubes your dick up, makes it more slick for doing other stuff, will get to that later. I'm not even sure you can make any yet. Anyway, rub that into the head like this. Mmm, that feels so good. Then I take my hand and spit into it, like this. (Spit, Spit) then I rub that all over my cock and start to move up and down my shaft like this. This is called jacking off." his voice was heavy, his breathing hard. His chest was moving up and down. His dick had grown longer and thicker than it had been. I started licking my lips, I wanted to touch it badly.
"You want to try doing this?" he asked.
"Can I?" I was nervous, but I wanted to so badly.
"Sure. It feels better when someone else is doing it. But I want to see something." he said as he reached over and grabbed my dick through my pants.
"Just like I thought. I knew you would be into this. No go ahead play with my dick, just like I showed you." he ordered.
He didn't have to ask me twice. My hand replaced his, I grabbed the shaft and started pulling on it. Slow at first and then a little faster. He closed his eyes and started moaning. I knew I must be doing it right. He reached out and grabbed my other hand and pulled it to his chest and started rubbing his body, all the way down to his balls. Then he let go, so I took that as a sign that he wanted me to run my hands all over him. I took the opportunity to feel his chest and abs. His nipples on down. Back to his hefty balls. I found my face getting closer and closer to his dick.
I started smelling it. His pre-cum as he called it, was leaking out like a running faucet. I took my hand from his balls and brought it to the tip of his cock and took some of it on my finger tip. I brought it to my face and smelled it, I looked up to see his eyes were still shut, so I brought it to my lips and tasted it. It tasted like really sweet syrup. I wanted more.
"You should have told me you wanted a taste, I would have said to take it right from the source." he said.
"Really?" I said excitedly.
"Hell yeah kid. There is no better feeling than a hot tongue on your cock. I didn't know how into this you would be, or I would have told you about blow jobs sooner. See, guys love to have someone sucking on their cocks like a lollypop. It's the best feeling. Personally I've only had that done like 5 or 6 times. Why don't you start off by licking my cock. Start at the tip and lick all the way down to my balls." he ordered.
I started at his tip, I just kept thinking of the commercial `how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop' and started giving his dick a tonguing. I licked it from the tip down to his balls, the feeling of his cock against my tongue was amazing. His dick was hard, yet felt so soft against my tongue. His moans became louder, he was moving his hips in a up and down motion. The more I pleased him, the more I wanted to do more. Hearing his moans, made me want to please him more. It made me feel hot and my own dick was aching in my pants.
"Now take the cock in your mouth and suck on it. Try and swallow as much of it as you can, but go slow or you'll choke."
I took the head in my mouth and tried to swallow it all the way down. Big mistake, I started gagging.
"Whoa, whoa, easy killer. I told you, start off slow and work your way down. That's it just like that. Take a little in and come back to the tip. Right, now take some more. Fuck that feels good, you're a natural at this. Keep that up and your going to get a big surprise. Now suck my cock, you little bitch." he demanded.
I froze and looked up to see if he was mad, but he was smiling and moaning.
"That's just dirty talk. I like to talk when I'm getting head. Fuck yeah, you're going to be a good little bitch boy, sucking my dick anytime I want it. This is what you wanted all along, always outside on Saturday's watching me mow the lawn. You like looking at me, cause I'm all hot and sexy. You're a little faggot, you need me to give you my cock. We'll don't worry, you're going to get all the cock you can handle, I'm going to make you suck my dick everyday, sometimes more than once. Just like that, use your tongue. Your lips feel so good on my cock, fuck yeah faggot, suck my dick." he ordered.
I'd never been called a faggot, and I wasn't even sure I liked it, but the way he said it, made it so hot, so exciting. I was pleasing him, and I loved the feeling. He grabbed my head and started ramming his cock in and out. I still couldn't take it all the way to the base, but I was holding my own. When suddenly we heard.
"Grant? Grant, we're home!" my dad shouted.
"Oh fuck!" Marc said, as he got up and put his clothes back on.
"Damn, we'll have to finish this another time. There is still a lot I want to teach you. As soon as your parents leave again, come get me. Remember, this is our secret." he said.
We headed out and went downstairs. My parents where in the kitchen, it's the first place they go after they get home from work. Must be a superhero thing. So I snuck him out the front door. I walked inside the kitchen.
"Hi!" was all I could say.
"Hey Junior! What did you do today?" my dad asked giving me a bear hug. I could feel my "boner" pressing against his chest, and he must have noticed cause he set me down quicker than he usually does.
"Nothing!" I said, guiltily.
"Sounds like someone is hiding something. You sure you don't want to tell me what you were doing?" my dad asked, not convinced.
"I was just doing some homework." I said.
"Okay! And if you really were doing homework, remember, it's Saturday, you should be out playing or something." he said.
"You know I like doing my schoolwork. I'm going to go lay down and take a nap, I'm not feeling to well." I said, searching for an escape.
"What's the matter?" My mom asked.
"Nothing, just didn't sleep to well last night." I said as I started walking out.
"Alright. I'll come get you when dinner is ready." dad said.
I walked up to my room and closed the door. I lay on my bed, thinking about everything that happened. Wishing my parents hadn't come home. What horrible timing they have. I had the boy of my dreams laying in my bed naked. And I was giving him a blow job! Me! I was touching, and licking his beautiful dick, and he was liking it.
My dick was still hard, but I wasn't going to take the chance and touch it, with both my parents home. So I laid down and fell asleep.
I had a dream of all the things Marc and I were doing. We'll really all the things I was doing to Marc. The way he talked dirty to me, it was so amazingly hot, so sexy. I wanted more.
I woke up moaning, and thrashing on my bed. I could feel my dick throbbing, and the most amazing sensation of my life. My whole body was tingling, and the source of the tingling was my dick. I could feel wetness in my boxer briefs. Not just a little, I felt soaked, but I knew I didn't piss myself. My dad came into my room right as this was happening.
"Junior! Are you alright, you've busted your bed?" he asked concerned.
I looked down at my bed and realized the front of my bed was on the floor, the legs completely broken off. I must have been thrashing really hard.
"Dad! Something is wrong!" I said panicked.
"What do you mean, what's wrong?" he demanded.
"Dad, there is something wrong with my, you know what!" I said embarrassed.
"Your you know what? What do you mean, talk to me!" he demanded.
"My dick dad, my dick. It's all wet, something happened to my body, and...and..." I began to cry.
He took me in his arms and held me tight. He was lightly chuckling the whole time.
"I think I know what happened. But you're going to have to take down your pants for me to be sure. Can you do that for me?" he asked.
As much as I didn't want to, and as humiliating as this was, I was scared. If I wasn't as close to my dad, I would never have agreed. I slid down my pants and boxers, closed my eyes and stood there, terrified of what he was going to tell me was wrong. After what felt like a lifetime of standing there naked, he finally started laughing.
"Junior, you've become a man. This is natural, and as a matter of fact will start to happen more often. Although in your case, I'm afraid we're going to have to stock up some It's time we have a man to man talk, about the birds and the bees." he explained.
My father went on to explain all about sex and things that were to come. I wanted to tell him right there and then, that I was never going to stick my penis inside a Vagina, as he called a woman's private part. But I didn't have the courage. It had been a long day. A day in which I learned more about myself than ever before. I was excited to see what would happen next, to learn all the things that Marc wanted to teach me. I wanted to explore my body, learning all the pleasure points to be discovered. I went to bed early that night, wanting the day to end, and a new one begin. Because the new one was going to have Marc in it, and I couldn't wait to receive my surprise from him.
I waited all day on the porch, but there was no sign of him.
Then everyday after that I looked for him, to no avail.
I found myself alone again, just when I thought my loneliness was about to disappear with Marc entering my life, but I was wrong.
The one thing that I did gain, was my new knowledge of jacking off.
Though it was more exciting swallowing a huge cock. My new favorite past time was slowly stroking my cock, and working a huge load out. I learned many things, that made jacking off more fun. I learned that squeezing my nipples while I stroked made it that much more exciting. Lightly slapping my balls, while I worked my shaft, as well as licking my finger and sliding it up into my tight ass, sent me over the edge. Shooting loads that flew past my head, on my face, and down my chest.
Curiosity got the best of me one day, as some creamy white goo hit my lips. I couldn't help myself, I stuck my tongue out and licked, tasting my sweet nectar. That changed everything for me. I worked each load out, just so I could have a taste. The more I tasted, the more I wanted.
Early Saturday morning, one month later, I awoke, followed my normal routine. Jacking my cock, shooting a load, swallowing it down and then taking a shower. I came downstairs to find my parents were heading out on another mission.
"Please be careful. I love you." I said as I hugged my mother, then jumped into my fathers arms.
"We will be Junior. Are you sure you don't want us to call aunt Donna to come stay with you?" my dad asked.
"I don't need a babysitter dad, I'm old enough." I objected.
"I know son, it's just that, I think we leave you alone to much. It's not good for you." he said.
"I'm fine dad, I have plenty of homework to do to keep me busy. I like being alone, so don't worry, I'm fine." I said.
"Alright buddy. I love you." he said, as he hugged me tightly into his chest.
Gosh, I love my dad.
After eating breakfast, I grabbed my favorite book, a midsummer nights dream, and headed out to the front porch to read.
To my surprise, Marc was mowing his lawn. It had been a month since I had last scene him. I was shocked and excited all at the same time. I tried to play it cool, sitting down and reading my book, ignoring him. My bangs hung down over my eyes, allowing me to stare without being seen.
I noticed that he would love over to see if I was staring. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. He followed his normal routine and took of his shirt, displaying his manliness. His body still as perfect, as the first time I'd seen him shirtless.
After he was done with his chores, he stood in front of his house and started waving at me. I acted like I didn't see. He finally must have gotten frustrated and made his way over.
"So what, you don't want to talk to me anymore?" he asked curtly.
"Oh, why would you say that?" I asked coyly.
"Don't give me that shy act, I know you heard the loud lawnmower going. Don't tell me you haven't missed me?" he asked.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Would it really make a difference either way?" I asked.
"Look I'm sorry, I know I haven't been around for awhile, but I'm older than you, and we'll, I got a girlfriend, and she's been keeping me very busy. If you know what I mean." he said excitedly.
My heart broke. I was hoping he was out of town for the last month. Instead he's been playing doctor with a his girlfriend.
"Girlfriend?" I asked.
"Yeah kid! What did you think I'm gay or something? Cause I'm not, I'm just a guy with needs, and who takes care of my needs, we'll let's just say, a mouths a mouth to me. As long as I'm getting blown, I don't really care who's doing it." he said cockily.
"Oh, so you just needed to use my mouth for your pleasure. It was never about me?" you could hear the pain in my voice.
"Look Grant, you seem like a great kid, and we'll I thought you could use some help. Sure I got something out of it, but I knew you were into me, and just thought I might help you out. A win, win situation. Don't tell me you didn't have fun, swallowing me big dick?" he asked.
"We'll...I guess so." I answered.
"You guess so. Come on kid, I felt your dick, and you were rock hard. You couldn't wait to swallow my cock. I thought I was going to have to hang out with you a bunch of times, before you finally gave into swallowing my rod. But you just dove in, and went for it. Look, you can still have it anytime you want, just say the word, and I'll whip my cock out, for my favorite little bitch boy. Come on, I know you want it." he egged me on.
"What about your girlfriend? Cant she take care of you?" I shot back.
"Sure she can, and does. But she went away for the weekend. So now I have a huge load, that's just waiting for your hot lips. Come on, you know you want to get me naked in your bed again. I can see your cock growing in your pants at the thought of me, laying there naked, my huge cock, rock hard against my stomach. Tell me you don't miss the taste of my cock? Tell me you don't miss the taste of my pre-cum? The feel of my hefty balls." he demanded.
"I...I do." I stuttered.
"Then what are we waiting for, lets go to your room." he ordered.
I knew I shouldn't have, I mean, I wanted this guy, more than just sex. He's the first guy I've ever been intimate with. I actually thought he might like me.
But my hormones took over, and I got up and led the way.
As soon as we were in my room, he closed the door and stood there. I turned around and waited for him, but he didn't move.
"It's not going to be so easy this time. If you want my cock, you're going to have to work for it." he said.
"How do you mean?" I asked.
"Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me." he began. Staring at this Adonis before me, I couldn't resist. I crawled to him. I reached my hands up to undo his pants.
"Nope! If you want what's inside, your going to have to get it, without using your hands. I'll give you a little help, I'll unbutton my jeans." he said.
I cant use my hands! So the only other alternative, is to use my teeth. I kneeled in front of him, looking up into his sexy violet eyes. I bit the zipper with my teeth and tried unzipping them. It took a few tries but I finally got it. I bit into his jeans and started pulling each side down till I finally got them off. The smell of his body filled the air, my cock was rock hard. The shape of his cock, filled the package of his boxers. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face into his crotch. I took a big whiff, and the smell was intoxicating. I was over come with hunger, I wanted his cock bad. I started biting through the fabric, licking, anything I could do to get a taste. He released my head, so I continued my mission to unveil his cock. I bit at the waist bands and pulled down his boxers, his cock slapping me in the face the hole time. Not that I minded the feeling.
"There you go, good little faggot. Now, time for a tongue bath. I've been sweating hard, and I need a clean up. I'm going to lay down, and I want every inch of my body licked cleaned. And I mean every inch, or you cant have any of this long huge tasty cock. We'll, other than my face or feet, I'll go easy on you this time. Now get to work." he ordered.
I went to work on his body, starting with his neck, licking down. He raised his arms and pulled my head into his armpits, the smell was more than I could handle, he was all man, and I was having him for lunch. I worked his entire body over, minus his cock. I wanted to save the best for last. As I finished the rest of his chest and legs, his sweet muscled thighs, I was about to move to his cock.
"No, no, little bitch boy, you haven't done my back side. And when I say backside, I mean my ass. I was you to stick your tongue up and down my ass crack. Then I want you to spread my cheeks apart and dig in deep with your tongue, to my hole. That's called tossing a salad, guys love it. I love it. You'll love, not get to work." he barked.
I was hesitant at first. I licked his buttocks ever so slowly. I took a whiff, but it just smelled like sweat. I spread his cheeks and licked, and it was like licking any other part of his body. Only the moans coming out of him, were enough to drive me insane. He got on all fours, and pushed his ass back to meet my tongue. It drove me wild so I went to town on his ass.
"That's it, you cock sucking faggot. That feels fucking awesome, I knew you were going to be one hot little fucking fag whore. I knew I just needed to give you a taste, and you become a bitch in heat for me. Fuck yeah, eat my ass out. Lick my hole clean. Work that tongue." he encouraged.
I worked his ass over for a while, before he finally turned around and let me have at his cock.
I grabbed his cock at the base, and worked some juice out of the tip, licking it off, and going back for more. I stroked his cock, while giving his large balls a tongue bath. Having fun trying to work them into my mouth.
"That's it fag boy, work my balls with your tongue. Damn that feels so good, you were meant to serve my cock. Now swallow my cock, I'm really boned up, I have a huge load waiting for you, and you're going to swallow every drop." he ordered.
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down onto his cock. I swallowed it, as he bucked his hips up and down, and in and out of my mouth. The taste of his sweet cock, sent shivers down my spine.
I never knew what my dad meant by `love and lust don't always live in the same house' but I was starting to understand.
He lusted for my mouth on his cock. I was falling in love with him. The two would never be together. He was only into what I could do to please him, while I wanted to be loved.
But for now, I was going to give into my animalistic desires and feast on his cock.
"Fuck you suck like a pro. Damn the way you move your tongue and lips, its like you were made for sucking my cock. I should have been using your hot mouth all this past month. I've been missing out on what a real faggot would do, for some straight cock. You're my fucking little whore and I'm going to use you good from now on. That's it, suck my cock bitch, I'm so close. I'm going to flood your mouth, with an all you can eat buffet, of my cock juice." his voice was filled with sexual energy.
Both his hands were twisted in my hair, as he rammed his cock in and out of my mouth. I made my lips tighter against his shaft, milking his cock for all I was worth. I could feel his body begin to shake, his cock begin to throb, his moans became louder, his breathing became harder. I knew he was past the point of no return.
"That's it faggot, I'm going to blow my load down your throat. I'm going to feed you my baby makers. Be a good boy and swallow it all bitch boy, or there wont be seconds. Here it comes whore, get ready, I'm going to flood you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, YESSS, take my load. Fuck." he shouted as he blew his load into my mouth.
I swallowed as quickly as I could, but more and more kept shooting out. He wasn't joking, he really had a huge load. It tastes sweet, like pineapples. The warm gooey goodness sliding down my throat as quickly as I could manage to swallow.
When suddenly, the door to my bedroom bursts open. Marc jumped up off the bed, as he did, two volleys of cum shot onto my face. I turned and to my utter horror, my father stood there. His face filled with rage and anger. I wanted to die. I wanted to dig a hole so deep and bury myself in it.
"What the hell do you think your doing to my son?" dad shouted.
"I...I...Um..." Marc, tried to talk as he grabbed his clothes off the floor.
My dad picked him up by his shoulders and held him into the air, shaking him.
"Do you know how old he is? Do you know what I could do to you right now?" my dad screamed.
"Please, I...we...it isn't what you think..." Marc tried.
"Isn't what I think? My son has cum all over his face, he had your cock in his mouth. Why I ought to snap your neck and bury your body, where no one can find it." my dad shouted.
"Please mister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I mean, we were just experimenting. I didn't know..." Marc lied.
"Dad, please, just let him go. We wont do it again. I'm sorry. It's my fault...Please daddy, just don't hurt him." I begged.
"If I ever catch you near my son again...or ever looking at him, or talking to him, not even waving hello to him. YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY BOY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" my dad shouted.
"Yes, yes sir, I'm sorry sir. You wont ever see me again." Marc said, as he ran out of the room, and out of my life forever.
My father stood there staring at me. He was steaming. I had never seen him this way, in my whole life. I could understand why bad guys feared him now. I was shaking where I stood.
"I cant look at you right now! Go clean yourself off before your mother comes home." his voice was filled with disappointment.
I ran to the bathroom and ripped my clothes off. I jumped into the shower and turned on the water. I sat in the tub as the water shot down on me, wrapping my hands around my knees, I began to cry.
I cried because, my father had never been mad at me in my whole life. I cried because, I know for sure that I'm gay! I know without a shadow of a doubt that I wanted to be with boys and not girls. I know that I loved doing what I did with Marc, and that I was good at it.
I cried because, my father was never going to accept me. I saw the hurt in his eyes, the life he had expected me to have flashing before him. The life I would never have, the son I would never be. I cried because I just lost my best friend, my dad. He would never look at me the same.
I must have been in the shower forever, because there was a knock on the door.
"Grant? Grant, are you okay? You've been in there for a half hour." my dad asked.
I couldn't talk, I had no voice left in me. He opened the door and walked in. He pulled the glass door open and stood above me looking down. I couldn't lift my head up, I couldn't look at him.
Then he did the most unexpected thing...He came into the shower fully clothed, and took me into his arms, he cradled me like I was still a baby, and hugged my close to him. I leaned into his neck and cried some more.
We sat under the water for quite awhile. I realized I was naked in his arms, and was thinking great like he need to see a dick to remind him of what happened. Then again, he walked in on his son swallowing the neighbor kids cock, he's not very lucky to forget that.
"I'm so sorry Junior! Can you please forgive me?" my dad begged. I lifted up my head to see he was crying too. I couldn't believe my ears! I mean, how can he be asking me this? Forgive him, I was the one who needed forgiveness.
"Dad, what are you talking about? It's me who should be begging you for forgiveness. I disappointed you...I'm...I...I'm so sorry dad, I'm so sorry." I cried.
"No Junior, don't think like that. I lost my temper earlier, I just...it's just that you're my baby boy. I'll always think of you as my little boy. And today, I realized your not so little anymore, and we'll I freaked out, it was to much. If I could I would make it so your could never grow up, that you would always be my little man. I know you're going to experiment, it's only natural. That isn't the problem. The problem for me is that, when I was a kid your age, I was molested by my father. The things he did to me, it was more than sexual, he tortured me, he did things that still wake me up at night in a cold sweat. When I saw you there with that bigger kid, it just reminded me of what happened to me. But it's not the same, and I had no right to snap like that. I'm sorry Junior." dad explained.
"I'm so sorry dad, I never knew. But it's over with, I swear, I wont be doing anything like that again." I promised.
"Don't say that, cause that's a promise you wont be able to keep. Though for now, I'm going to ask that you don't do anything sexual. You're still to young. I want you to finish school, get good grades, become a doctor, save the world and make me proud. But if you do, do anything, know that you can always come to me, I want to know. I'm here for you. I don't want you to be afraid to tell me anything. Even if you find that you like boys more than you like girls, I'll understand, and I'll still love you. You are my son, and nothing will ever stop me from loving you. You could never disappoint me. I love you unconditionally. Always." he said passionately.
He hugged me tight and kissed me again and again.
"I love you dad, you're the greatest dad ever."
"Come on Junior, I'm soaked. Let's get dried up." my dad said, while lifting me out of the shower.
I loved that man more than words could ever say. I listened to him and focused on school. Sex could wait. That wasn't easy. But I was going to do everything in my power to wait. I never did see Marc again. Not even cutting his lawn. But my relationship entered a whole new level with my father because of him. I could tell my dad anything, anytime. He would joke while we were out, asking if I thought that guy was hot, or did he have a nice ass. He also did the same for girls, but deep down he knew I wanted men. I shared everything with him. I was lucky.
Then it all came flooding back as someone was slapping my face. I realized I had gone deep into my head, remembering the strongest man I had ever known, my father. The man I felt most safe with. The man who had been ripped from my life. I felt the sting of more slaps and finally opened my eyes, against my will. I wanted to stay in the memories of the past. Stay where I knew my mother and Father still were. But he wasn't going to let that happen.
He being the man who took them away from me to begin with.
"You should be dead? I don't understand, something isn't right here. DAMN IT, I'VE BEEN DOUBLE CROSSED!" Prometheus shouted.
"You're about to get an ass kickin too!" Superman shouted from behind him.
Prometheus turned around.
"What? How did you get in here? My security! Damn you Circe, Damn you!" Prometheus shouted into the air.
He pulled out a piece of Kryptonite and held it towards Superman.
"One false step blue bird..." Prometheus started.
But Ultraman started walking towards him.
"That might effect the Superman of this earth, but I'm my earth, Kryptonite gives me power!" Ultraman said.
He moved in and grabbed Prometheus shoving him up against the wall then punching him in the face knocking him out.
"Get rid of the other Kryptonite, it's killing Grant!" Superman shouted.
Nightwing and Donna ran in and saw a naked Grant strung up. They ran to his side, as Ultraman got rid of the Kryptonite. Superman used his heat vision to break the chains, as Nightwing took Grant into his arms.
"I can barely hear his heart beating! Look at all this blood! We have to do something!" Donna screamed.
"The Sun! It heals you Superman, wont it heal him?" Nightwing asked.
"You're right Nightwing, that should work!" Superman said.
"I'll take care of this garbage. Hurry, take care of grant!" Ultraman said, referring to Prometheus.
Superman took Grant into his arms and flew out of the satellite towards the sun, grabbing a breathing mask as he went out.
Hours later at Titans Tower
"He still hasn't woke up yet! You should really get some sleep. How long has it been since you've slept?" Nightwing asked.
"I don't know, between Paradise Island and searching for Grant, it feels like years. Dick, I feel like I've let his parents down, like I've let him down. He spent 17 years being safe and sound with them, and here I've only had him for a couple of months, and look at all the stuff he's been through." Donna cried.
"D, it's not your fault. You could never have known what was going to happen. You're doing the best you can! If anything, I'm the one to blame! I let him get taken away by the fake Superman to begin with. I should have been more alert, more prepared. I feel like, if I had only moved a fraction of a second sooner..." Dick started.
"No Dick, please, don't do this to yourself. Ultraman, is as strong as Superman, none of us would have been able to stop him. We should just be happy we have a second chance. Be happy that he's back with us, where we can keep him safe." Donna said.
"He was just beaten so badly, and those cuts, and the blood. It was like they drained him, if we had gotten there a second later..."
"But we got there in the nick of time. He's going to be alright. He's going to need us more than ever. We'll just have to be strong for him, make him feel safe again. Help him through what happened to him." Donna said.
"You're right! We've been through this, we know what it's like. Who better to help him than us?" Dick asked.
"You're my best friend you know that! Thank you so much for wanting to help me with him, it means the world to me." Donna said.
"I've grown fond of him Donna. He's special!" Dick said.
"He's waking up!" Superman shouted.
Donna and Dick ran into the room.
"What...what happened? How did I get here?" I asked confused.
"You gave us quite a scare Grant! Just take it easy." Superman said.
I looked up and saw Two Superman, albeit dressed differently, but looking exactly alike.
"Are my eyes playing tricks on me, or are there two of you?" I asked.
Everyone started laughing.
"You're not seeing double, there really are two of us. This is Ultraman, he's from another earth." Superman answered.
"Hey Grant, are you feeling okay?" Ultraman asked.
"Wow, two of you! Wait, it's all coming back to me now. I remember, OHHHH, I remember! Ultraman! WOW! Okay, then I was really tortured by Prometheus wasn't I?" I asked.
"Yes, you were! But don't worry, he's locked up where he wont hurt anyone ever again!" Superman said.
But my anger rose inside of me. I didn't want him locked up, I wanted him dead!
"But...But Ultraman, you promised me, your promised!" I shouted.
"What's he talking about, what did you promise?" Superman demanded.
"It doesn't matter now. Look Grant, I'm sorry. This isn't my world, and I can't stay here. But I know you are in good hands. I know that the Superman of your world will take care of you, along with everyone else here. Grant, I was wrong! I should have never promised you that! I was speaking from my anger towards losing my world's Grant! It's not right, and it's not who you are! Your parents wouldn't want that for you. You're better than that, you're better than me! I have to return to my world now. But I want you to know, I'll always be watching over you, and if you ever need me, just say my name into any mirror and I'll be back in the flash of an eye. Goodbye my sweet boy!" Ultraman said as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. He shook hands with Superman and the others, before vibrating and disappearing. Aunt Donna was at my side hugging me into her chest and kissing my head.
"I'm so sorry Grant, I should have never left you here." She cried.
"No, Aunt Donna, this was all my fault. I should have listen to Dick, when he was warning me. I just didn't understand. There is so much I don't understand. Two Superman, Two Prometheus, it's just a lot. Look, I'm sorry, I know you all have been worried sick about me, but I would really like to be alone right now!" I said.
"Will be right outside, if you need anything just call for us, will be here right away. I love you Grant!" Donna said while hugging and kissing me one more time.
Superman leaned down and kissed my forehead, before winking at me and walking out. Dick was the last to go.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so confused. I just need to clear my head." I said, trying not to look into his beautiful eyes.
"I'm sorry for letting you down. I should have protected you, I should have..." Dick started.
"Don't! Please, I cant take everyone feeling like they owe me anything. You don't know me, they don't know me. I don't know me. My parents were the only ones and they're gone. I'm not anyone's responsibility, I need to be responsible for myself." I said chagrined."
"We don't mind, you're important to all of us. You don't have to do this alone. I...I'd really like to help you, and be there for you." Dick said.
"I'd like a lot of things, but I'm finding out, I'll never get most of them. Look Dick, I just need to be alone right now. I'm not trying to be a brat, and I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I need to be alone." I demanded.
"I understand. Just know that when you're ready, I'll be here." he smiled and walked out.
I felt crappy for having to be this way, but I was confused. How could Sup, I mean Ultraman say he would help me and then leave me. Telling me it's wrong. I know it's wrong, but it's what I have to do. I started having flash backs of all the things Prometheus said and did to me. I wanted to cry, but the tears just wouldn't come out. Rage filled me, and I got out of my bed, and flipped it across the room. I started throwing everything off the table, and breaking anything I could get my hands on. I started punching the wall, my hand just going right through like it was air. I leaned against the wall and slowly slid down and began to cry. That bastard took away my parents and now tortured me, and all he gets for it is a jail cell. I can't ever let that be.
Seeing him alive and awake lifted a heaviness off my heart. Not knowing if he was dead or alive, was driving me crazy. Now having him right in front of me and not being able to hold him and make him feel better was killing me.
I had no idea how he was going to deal with what was done to him, but I wanted to be there to help him.
I didn't get the reaction I was hoping for, he wanted to be alone instead. I understood, but it made me sad nonetheless. Being alone after something like this isn't always a good thing. Especially when it's the second time the same person has devastated your life.
After I walked out of his room, I head the crashing of his bed and the busting of objects being thrown. I heard the punching of the wall, and then the crying came. I wanted to run to him, I wanted to tell him everything was going to be alright. I turned around and was heading back to him, when Superman stopped me.
"Don't! He needs to do this. He feels like he's lost control of his life, just give him some time." Superman said.
"I know, but it's not easy. It's Grant!" I said.
"I know Dick, we all feel the same way about him. He just has that something special, that can wrap you around his finger. But he needs to do this alone right now. We'll help him when he's ready."
"I know, you're right. Doesn't mean I have to like it." I said.
I walked out onto the Deck and stared into the ocean.
I didn't know what was coming. I didn't know what was going to happen next. I just knew he was here and that I hope he will open himself up to me.
I know the road ahead would be long and hard.
But for him, I was ready to face it.
He would be worth it.