Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2021 05:54:23 -0500
From: Jack Paker <corpusdawg88@aim.com>
Subject: The Calling Part One

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The boy turns in this sleep, unable to find peace even in his dreams.

His pajamas cling to his damp skin as he kicks the covers off of his lean
body. Even at a casual glance it would be evident that he is a growing
boy. Stuck in that nowhere land between a boy and man his frame is tall and
lanky, a strong frame awaiting the inevitable arrival of muscle mass that
puberty try will bring. He has his father's strong chin combined with his
mother's stunning cheekbones, he is a handsome boy.

He lets out a small moan as he turns again in his bed, the peril in his
dreams spilling over into the real world. Another turn and becomes clear
what kind of dream the boy is having. The kind that makes young men's cocks
turn hard and their hips start to gyrate on their own. As we watch it's
clear young Jonathan Kent is aroused by something. The thin cotton of his
pj's can not hold the large bulge of yet not her inheritance from his
father.

Another moan and he turned over to his stomach, the bottoms cling to his
firm, tight ass like a second skin as he begins to thrust mindlessly into
the bed. The small creeks that fill his bedroom aren't enough to bring
notice, but would make it clear to anyone near by what he was engaging in.

After a minute of this he let's out a no and turns over again, his hardness
has grown even more! What was once a boy's dick was now a solid teenage
member and as we watch growing into a full sized man's cock. It would be
comical if it wasn't so amazing to watch the 12 year old's dick grow larger
and larger, topping out at just under nine inches when it's done.

The material over his dick visibly moves in the night as his cock swells
and burps his first blob of precum into his pj's. The wetness makes the
thin cotton nearly see through and now it is clear the boy hides a monster
in his pants. Slowly, silently, his body raises above the bed, and he
floats inches above it as his hips begin to pump upwards again, spearing
the air with his newly enlarged dick. Another moan and another drop of
precum and he seems to be grabbing at thin air as his body replicates his
movements in the dream.

His pj's are now soaked with precum and he is thrashing his hips faster and
faster...his head turns from side to side as his brain struggles to
comprehend the feelings running through his body.

Down the hall and through two closed doors Clark Kent wakes up.

It's not often he gets a full eight hours sleep with everything that
happens in the world, but he has promised his wife he would try to lay down
with her as much as he could when it was quiet. But laying still, looking
up at his ceiling, he wasn't sure hwy he was awake. His JLA communicator
was silent, he couldn't hear any distant screams for help...it seemed like
nothing was wrong...except he his cock was rock hard.

He looked down at the blanket and saw the bugle of his massive cock through
the blanket and wondered where that had come from. He hadn't woken up hard
like this since high school, it was taking all his willpower not to turn
over and wake Lois for a round of sex.

"What's gotten into me?" He asked himself as he felt his body practically
vibrate with sexual energy.

He heard a noise from Jon's room and he was out of bed in a flash. As he
walked down the hall he noticed a smell, one that was almost undetectable
in his room but as he approached Jon's, it was overwhelming.

As Clark pushed open the door his worst fears were made real as he watched
his son, floating above the bed, thrust his hips into the air as if having
sex.

"This was too soon" Clark thought to himself," he's not even thirteen yet.

But even as he thought it he knew though thirteen years was very early for
kryptonian puberty to set it, it was exactly the human version would. Clark
entered the room and then closed the door, bad enough he had to see his son
like this, worse if his mother had to as well.

As he got closer to eh bed the smell was overpowering and Clark felt his
own dick start to leak profusely. He adjusted himself with one hand and the
urge to start jacking off was intense. No doubt about it, Jon had started
The Calling and there was no stopping it now.

Clark floated up so he could be at the same level of his son and gasped
when he saw it. The boy's dick was already nearly as large as his own, he
knew that pins growth came with the urges, but he had never seen one grow
so large before...so thick...so...

He shook his head and looked away, the pheromonal soup that had collected
in Jon's room was potent, it was stronger than normal, his human hormones
twisting it, turning it into something much more. Normally when Kryptonian
boys reached the age of The Calling, they would give off a scent that acted
like an aphrodisiac to others, mainly females. But this, this was something
else.

Another small whimper escaped Jon's mouth and Clark's eyes turned back to
his son. Clark's mouth went dry as he watched his son writhe two feet above
his bed, his newly man sized cock weeping like a loose faucet.

He needed release. The first approach of The Calling was the hardest,
usually there were lead ups to it and the males were sent out, alone into
the Crystal Desert to undergo the change, do what they had to, and return
as men. It was a rite of passage on his world, and when he had turned 16
Clark had left Smallville for a month, telling his adoptive parents he had
to g to the fortress but he wold be back. He spent nearly all the time
masterbating and having sex with robotic stand in's until the feeling
passed. Clark remember at the time being glad he had a place to go when it
happened, he couldn't imagine what he would do if he had been surrounded by
people.

Now here Clark was, inches for his son, who was giving off waves and waves
of pheromones...he had to get him out of the house. No telling how it could
affect Lois...Conner was away with the Titans, which meant his room in the
barn loft was empty. Opening Jon's window quietly, Clark took his son and
flew him across the farm, into the barn.

Jon twisted and turned again, moaning louder now as Clark lowered him to
the bed.

Clarks' mind was becoming fuzzy.

Whatever it was Jon was producing it was overwhelming, bring out urges in
Clark that he normally could suppress. His sex drive, his lust, his inborn
desire to reproduce, they were all amplified a thousand times and he
couldn't do o anything about it right now.

Jon needed to release, he needed to cum and let his first load as a man
fly. That started the process and usually the body would calm down some and
the only person affected would be the one going through it. Clark thought
about waking Jon up and telling him what he needed to do...but his mind
wouldn't let him. He couldn't stop staring at his son's hard dick, it as
like a cobra that had locked eyes with him and he couldn't look away.

Even as he sat on the bed his mind screamed at him to stop.

This close it was impossible to think straight, slowly, gently, the man of
steel pulled Jon's sweat and precum stained pajama bottoms off, and brought
them up to his face. The smell was intoxicating, his tongue quickly darted
out and tasted his son's discharge and felt his body shake for a moment.

Clark was screaming in his head to stop but there was no stopping him
now. Tossing the pajamas aside he moved onto the bed and closer to his
son. Jon's long legs had areas wide now, and again he was hovering inches
off the bed, his throbbing cock painting skyward like a flagpole.

Moving slowly, like a cat hunting prey, Clark moved closer to Jon's raging
cock and smelled it. Again his head spun and before he knew it was lightly
licking around the head of his son's cock. A moan escapes Superman's mouth
as the taste of his son's precum filled his mouth, setting off fireworks in
his head as he began to lick harder.

Unable to stop himself he moved between his sons legs and covered the
entire head of Jon's cock with his mouth. Clark Kent had never sucked a
dick before, in fact he had never thought about it. He had lived as a
heterosexual male for his entire life and never once thought about this
kind of an encounter. But as he slowly began to work his sons cock over his
his mouth, he realized how much he liked it.

Rationally he knew this was the pheromones, heightening the experience but
at the moment he could tell the difference. He grabbed the base of his sons
cock with one hand and slowly began to work up and down the thick shaft
with his tongue.

Jon's gyrations had ceased the moment his father had started to service
him. Instead his body stopped moving as a whole other set of sensations
flooded his brain. We don't know what was going through the young man's
dreams as he received his first blow job, but it only took a couple of
seconds for his hands to find his father's head and to start pushing him
down on his thick cock.

Clark felt his head get pushed down on his son's cock and for a moment the
fear that he had been caught broke the spell, he began tp panic as he
realized what he was doing and began to pull himself off of the preteens
cock when another glob of precum issued forth from Jon's tip and coated
Clark's tongue with a fresh wave of hormones.

Clark's mind went back to sleep as he went back to sucking his son off, Jon
kept pushing him down further and further, forcing whoever he was dreaming
about to do the same, unaware he was making Superman service his cock. The
preteen had never had a blow job before but his body seemed to understand
what it wanted, as he pushed down on his dad's head his hips moved upwards,
pushing the cock even further down Clark's throat.

Clark was lost in lust, every time he seemed to start coming around another
stream of precum would come out of his son's cock and he would find himself
happily serving him ever harder. As it went on he was finding the moments
of clarity less and less...as he felt his own body start to react. Deep
inside of Clark kryptonian genes that had long gone dormant became active
again, glands that had not produced anything since his puberty began to
start generating hormones. As Clark ravished his son's cock he felt himself
start to descend into The Calling as well. It was as if something inside of
Jon had triggered Clark's system, and they were now both caught in a loop f
carnal sex, each of them needing to get off.

Clark no longer showed any restraint, he wanted this cock, he needed his
son's cum. All reservations that this was his offspring or his age just
evaporated under the duel flood of chemicals and he grabbed Jon's hips and
pulled his as it forward, trying to shove as much of that engorged cock in
his mouth as he could.

Slowly, inch by inch Jon began to wake up. The sexual images that filled
his dreams faded as he felt the cool night air, the smell of the farm in
the distance...and then the feeling of Superman deep throating his cock.

"Dad!" He called out, looking down in shock as he watched his own dad suck
his dick. He mind was frozen in shock, his hands in his dad's hair, pushing
him down, his hips thrusting up, he wanted to stop, he wanted to fix his
dad...and then he smelled it.

Clark's pheromones hit Jon like a truck and just like that the preteens
mind was lost in a carnal fog as his hands balled into his fists of his
father's hair and he began to shove the man of steel's face down onto his
weeping cock. He heard Clark gag as his dick hit the back of his throat and
there was a thrill, a pleasure from making his dad service him that felt
like pure adrenaline courting through his body.

"Yes..." Jon roared as he face fucked his dad, "Take it...more..."

Clark could do nothing but comply, his mind was consumed with hormones and
a lust that had tore through his ego. He wanted to suck this cock, he
needed to taste this cum...on a primal level, son and father were
bonding. Not in a familial way, but in a hierarchal way. Millions of years
of evolution was taking hold in both of their minds, ancient, savage traits
that kryptonian said hadn't used in millennia came to surface.

The Calling used to be much stronger, much more permanent than the one
modern kryptonians faced, in the dark past The Calling was used not just to
find a mate, but to claim leadership. Within the hormonal flood of emotions
that came from the change, the men would come together, to fight, to fuck,
to rage, and eventually to find who was above who. Ancient kryptonians
created whole cultures out of this process, and eventually it faded to the
calmer version Clark was aware of.

But somehow, mixed with Jon's human DNA, the process had changed, and from
the past tendrils of ancient behaviors seemed into both of their
minds. Clark's brain as being inundated with chemicals that was rewriting
his thoughts changing his neural pathways. He went from being the dominant
man in the relationship, the father the one in power to the one
receiving. Clark's mind began to see Jon as the alpha, as the leader, as
the stronger male. And deep in his brain, in his soul...Clark felt himself
begin to submit to his son.

The opposite was burning through Jon's mind. Gone was the hero worship ad
admiration he had for his father, replaced with the knowledge that this man
was his bitch. The respect and awe that he once harbored for Superman was
replaced with the knowledge that he belonged to Jon now. That Clark was his
subordinate, his lesser, his eventual cum dumpster. He would still love his
father, as long as his father remember his place. And as their brains
cooked under ancient alien hormones, they both gave in to their new
desires...and surrendered The Calling.

Jon pushed his father's mouth off his spit soaked cock, "Lay down," he
commanded, the stern voice not matching up with the angelic preteen's face,
"And strip."

Clark tore his pajama bottoms off and scurried to lay down on Conner's
bed. His large frame spread out, displaying his perfect body, muscled form
and his own raging cock as he hungrily looked up at his son. Jon didn't see
his father anymore, all he saw was prey. He climbed on top of his father's
large chest and straddled face. Jon looked down at his defeated father, the
look of hunger in Clark's eyes and he gazed up at the sight of his son's
massive cock.

The words just came, unbidden into Jon's mouth. It was as if his cock was
speaking for him, putting desires into towards and words into voice, it
sounded obscene coming from a 12 year old.

"Your want this?" Jon asked, slapping Superman's face with his cock. A wet
slap across the man of steel's face, making the hero flinch and moan at the
same time, "You really want this?" Jon asked again with another
smack. Clark's mouth was open, his tongue desperate to touch his son's
dick, if even for a moment as he was assaulted with it. "Beg me..."

There was a small cry in Clark's mind as he begged himself to stop, but his
mouth still opened as he began to beg his son, "Please Jon...please...feed
me your big boy cock...show me it...use it on me..."

The words were a thrill to Jon, their effect feeling like electricity up
and down his spine, his mind could hear the real desperation, the real
pleading in his father's voice and it was like honey. This was the
strongest man on Earth, the worlds greatest superhero, on his back begging
for his dick.

Jon slowly lowered the tip of his dick into his father's mouth, and watched
as his dad slowly surrendered his will and began to suck his son off
again. Form this angle Jon could shove the whole thing into Clark's mouth
and more. He heard his dad gag as the full length of his newly man sized
cock rammed into the back of his throat.

Clark was desperate to take the whole thing but knew he couldn't, his son's
cock was too big now. That, along with the inexperience at sucking dick was
frustrating him. He wanted more, but he didn't know how. And then, as if
the knowledge had always been there, it came to him.

Clark grabbed Jon and pulled him off his face. Jon seemed shocked for a
moment, taking the movement as a defiance. Clark went to the end of Conners
bed and laid down, feet towards the headboard, head hanging over the side
upside down. For moment the boy was confused, and then the knowledge came
to him as well, he moved towards hi fathers open moth and plunged his cock
back into it.

Now the boy's cock could slip down his throat. He could feel the shaft
filling his entire mouth and forcing it's way deeper. There was an erotic
thrill s he submitted to his son, giving his mouth up as a hole, serving
him as he knew he should. Clark's actual mind was reeling but it was a
small whisper against the screaming the Calling made as he felt his son's
cock choke him.

Jon rammed his cock down this father's throat, feeling Superman's throat
muscle massage his rod as he gagged for air. There was a such a sense of
power in this, a feeling of superiority that was not going to fade. With
each thrust their brains were changed more and more, Jon becoming more
dominant, Clark becoming more passive. The preteen leaned forward and
really started slamming his dick down Clark's throat He felt his father's
hand grip his firm ass and push him deeper, submitting to each inch of his
son's oversized cock.

They were both lost in the moment, there was nothing else in the universe
except that cock and that mouth. Everything else was secondary. As Clark's
vision began to swim Jon felt his bills start to tingle, as he came rushing
up on his first orgasm.

"I'm gonna blow," he said as his balls slapped against Clark's chin.

He heard his father whimper as an answer and send up his thrusts.

"Gonna swallow every door..." he demanded as he felt himself near the
edge..."Fucking take my load cunt..."

The words shocked even Jon as he felt his cock start to erupt. His first
load of cum shot down his dad's throat, causing the man of steel to choke
and thrash as he was filled with that felt like gallons of hot fresh teen
cum. The debasement, the degradation, all of it just collided in Clark's
head and his own cock started to shoot. Jon's yes got wide as he saw
Superman's cock unleash a torrent of kryptonian cum all over his hairy
chest. The thrill of knows he made his dad cum, hands free, made Jon's
orgasm that much more.

The two of them shook as their cocks emptied themselves, load after
load. When he was done Jon slowly pulled his cock out of his dad's mouth,
Clark's tongue trailing after it, to get one last lick in.

Jon fell on to the bed, exhausted.

Clark knew how he felt, the chemicals began to ramp down, but the damage
had been done. Clark looked over and no longer saw his son, he saw his
alpha, the one he must submit to. He moved over and nuzzled against his
son's form and Jon smiled and looked over.

And he no longer saw his father, he saw his bitch, his cunt, the one who
takes his seed. On some level they both knew they could never tell anyone,
and to outside appearances, they would see the same. But as Jon stared into
his father's blue eyes, and saw those eyes drop away in a sign of
surrender, they both knew nothing was ever going to be the same.

They laid there for a few seconds, both of them breathing heavy from the
exertion when they heard something. A clapping sound, fast...they looked
over and in the corner was Conner, jacket and shirt on, jeans around his
knees as he fisted his cock. He was stroking himself, looking at the two of
them with drool coming down his chin.

The second Jon made eye contact Conner looked away, and just like that the
dynamic was made.

"Strip," Jon commanded, sitting up.

Conner let go of his dick and tore his clothes off, revealing his tight,
muscular form, quivering in anticipation.

"Kneel," Jon said, pointing to the ground in front of him, Conner sped over
and got to his knees, his face looking up at his younger brother.

Slowly, Jon's cock began to swell, blood started to rush to it as it
smelled another hole to conquer. As it grew Conner licked his lips,
whatever self control he had destroyed by the twin scents of Clark and
Job's pheromones. As it grew near whimpered, wanting to taste it so bad.

"Who do you belong to?" Jon asked, looking down with a smile.

"You..." Conner said instantly, "Always you..."

Jon nodded, "Get started."

And there's he was, on the floor of his room, kneeling in front of his
little brother, the boy of steel, serving the massive cock ordered to
him. A hungry moan escaped Conner's throat as the chemicals began to
rewrite Conner's brain as well. And as he licked and sucked...Conner became
bonded to Jon as well.

Seeing his alpha be serviced Clark got off the bed and went to his knees
too, he nudged Conner over and they both took a side, and began to lick up
and down Jon's shaft at the same time. Both of them eager to drink their
alpha's cum...

While Jon looked on and smiled.