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Author's Note: This is a commission I have been working on, it takes place during the 50's when Superboy was the all American boy that could do no wrong. It is written in that style so might seem corny if you are unfamiliar with it.
Clark Kent was a lucky kid.
Some kids have wealthy parents, some are blessed with good looks and charm, some are naturally smart or athletic which gives them a huge advantage over the other kids. But no matter how lucky a kid was, they were not as lucky as Clark.
Because he was Superboy.
Born on another planet, sent to Earth to live with his adopted parents in Kansas, he had inherited superhuman powers that gave him abilities far beyond those of mortal men. He was strong, fast, invulnerable and though he'd never admit it, a little cocky. It was hard to teach an invulnerable 16 year old humility, lord knows his father had tried, and even though Clark was a good kid with a strong moral compass...it was hard to deny that he liked being Superboy.
A lot.
Smallville was a tiny place, where everyone grew up together and everyone knew everyone's business. Though no one said it out loud, a few of the adults had figured out the brightly, dressed superhero bore a striking resemblance to the Kent boy, but no one said anything because he kept the town safe. For example, Chief Parker of the police and Chief Cushing of the fire department had figured it out, as well as a few of the other townsfolk who had seen young Clark grow up and the appearances of Superboy multiply.
But it was a small town and they took care of their own, so Clark's secret was safe, but there was no denying the boy was developing a small attitude. For you see the Boy of Steel had no challenges to compete against, the small town crooks he came up against were easily thwarted and there wasn't anything this side of a twister that could give him pause. So as he celebrated his 16th birthday, Clark wondered if being a superhero was always going to be this boring.
Or would there be some action for once?
Like most teenagers, Clark didn't have a lot of wisdom, or he would have understood that one should be very careful of what they wish for...because it might just come true.
"Holy heck this is boring," I thought as I flew over Smallville for the fifth time. There was nothing going on, less than nothing, a whole bunch of nothing shoved into a nothing box and tied off with a nothing bow. At this point I was ready to use my heat vision to blow someone's tires out just so I could help them change them. I hated nights like this.
Well that wasn't all true, I mean sure, I liked it was quiet and that Smallville was safe, but the fact ma and pa wouldn't let me leave Smallville on a school night to patrol was the worst, the absolute worst. I bet they could use some help in Metropolis or Gotham even! I can't wait until I graduate so I can fly out of this one horse town and see the world proper, and save it all.
I flew over the malt shop and saw Lana and Pete sitting there talking to Bash. Man that Bash, he really turned my crank! He thought Clark Kent was just a nobody and picked on him something awful, if he knew I was Superboy he'd kiss my feet I bet! But I couldn't let no one know who I really was on account of ma and pa, so I had to stomach it at school...
But we weren't at school were we?
I floated down and everyone looked up in wonderment, after all it's not often you see a flying boy...man. Whatever, a flying person.
"Superboy!" Lana exclaims, completely forgetting the conversation she had been having with Bash.
"Ms. Lang," I say with a head nod, I always make sure to talk super adult around these guys so no one picks up on my secret identity. "How is your night?"
She sighs and smiles, "Just dreamy now."
"Hey SB!" Pete says with a wave. Pete Ross is one of my best friends, in either identity. As Clark he's my right hand guy, he's a lot smaller than most of the other kids so he sticks by me for safety, since I seem to be the lightning rod for most bullies around he is safer behind me. As Superboy he's the president of my fan cub and my number one fan. He looked up to me a lot and it kinda felt great.
"Hey Pete, how are thing?"
"Quiet, nothing to report," he says, as if he had been on patrol himself.
"Hey Superboy," Bash says, looking smug as all heck in his letterman jacket. He's a bigger kid and plays football, and loves to rub it in.
"Hello citizen.," I say with a nod, making it pretty clear I don't know who he is.
"Bash...um sir...my name is Bash."
I nod and then look back to Pete, "It is a quiet night, just wanted to stop by and make sure everything was copacetic." I heard that word in my science class last week and had voted to use it more, since it made me sound way more adult.
"All clear on the...um....Main Street front," he answered with a salute.
"Very well, you kids carry on," I float straight up, "Ms. Lang, Pete...um...Bashful..."
"Bash!" He yells up at me, "It's just Bash!"
I pretend not to hear him and fly off, the sound of Pete and Lana laughing at him fills my ears. Teach him to be a big bully.
Since it is going to be a dead night I decided to head out towards Meteor Lake so I could get a work out in. The lake was made when my rocket ship crashed to earth back when I was little. It brought whole chunks of my home planet with it, scouring the Smallville area with craters for miles. The largest had been where the lake was now, it had made such an impact that it filled up with water over the year and was pretty popular all through summer. Because of the impact crater, he lake was surrounded by a valley of sorts, making the whole place shaded and remote. It was particularly neat cause the girls would wear their one piece suits and you could see their legs...
Dangit, there I go again with that stuff. I need to focus.
Lately my thoughts had been drifting to girls more and more, especially Lana and it was bugging me. I was a superhero, I didn't have time for all that mushy stuff, but I couldn't deny that image of Lana in her bathing suit made my costume a little too tight at times.
If you catch my meaning.
I came out to the lake most nights cause it was way out here and away from everything, it gave me a place to really use my powers and not worry about hurting anyone. I started with a few of the bigger boulders that lay around the lake shore, picking them up with one hand, I threw them as hard as I could against the walls, liking the way they exploded from the impact. I loved being this strong, these huge rocks were like paper mache to me and the shrapnel they'd make were like rain against my body.
So cool.
I did this for about a half an hour before I got bored. I flew around the lake, lifting all of the water into a waterspout so I could use my heat vision on the lake bed, making sure it was smooth and free of any dangers for this summer, before the water fell back down, steam going everywhere.
So very cool.
I went back to throwing boulders when the side of one of the walls crumbled in, exposing a cave inside! Holy cow! There was a whole cave system in there, when the meteors hit they must have collapsed the whole place, hiding it behind tons of rock. But my workout had exposed one of the entrances, this was almost like a secret treasure hunt. Moving the rest of the debris aside I clear a opening and walk into the darkness.
As soon as I walk in I know what I've found. A series of Kawatche caves from before Smallville was settled! The Kawatche were the tribe that lived here before Kansas was founded by white people, the whole place is littered with their caves, in fact most of the ones I use to get in and out of the farm came from their network. This must have been another branch of them I never found!
So neat.
There were carvings on the wall, I didn't understand them but I'm sure they have a lot historical stuff behind them. There are some things littered around the cave floor and some kind of etchings in the center...with...
Oh no! I gotta cut out of here...that's kryptonite!
I wait for the telltale nausea to hit me as I look at the small rocks that are littered around the cave...but nothing comes. It's hard to see in here, my vision lets me see but I can't see color cause of the darkness, but I know what kryptonite looks like, and this cave is filled with it!
So then why am I not ralphing all over the place?
I kneel down and pick a piece up, a slight tingle moves through my hand and I feel warm...but that's about it.
Well it's not green K, that's for sure. If it was I'd be passed out on the floor right now...I walk back out of the cave, hoping to use the moonlight to identify the color. When Krypton had exploded the forces had altered the planet crust, changing it into several different kinds of minerals that affected me differently.
Green killed me, gold took my powers, I'd seen blue, white and even red, but none of those just made me warm. I walked out and held the rock up to the moon and looked.
It looked a pale white...almost pink? Like it had been red K that had lost it's color...I'd never seen anything like it before, it was kind of trippy to be honest. I needed to know what this kind did to me, I could take it back to the lab under ma and pa's place, but I don't want to leave this cave open to the public with all of this pale K laying around. I grab a boulder and move it over the cave entrance, sealing it off until I could come back and clear out the place, in case this kryptonite was harmful.
I took off into the night, the piece in my cape pocket. I guess it wasn't so boring any more, I found a new cave system and discovered a new kind of kryptonite! This was out of sight!
Once I got close I ducked into one of my tunnels and flew to the lab under our house, there was a lot of junk down here, almost too much. Sooner or later I was going to have to find some place to store it all, some fortress in the middle of nowhere to keep it all safe. But for now this was all I got, so it would have to do.
I put the new kryptonite onto a Petri dish and put it under a microscope. Yep, I was right, this was some kind of K for sure. But I had never seen this color before, under the lens it did look pink, and there was some kind of radiation coming off of it, but what, no idea.
I decided on pink kryptonite for a name and entered it into my records. I picked it up and held it in the palm of my hand, what do you to me you little rock? Maybe it interacted with my powers? I tried x ray vision then microscopic, nothing. I turned on the heat vision and it began to glow brightly...
And then melted into my hand.
"That was boss!" I exclaimed out loud...there was a warmth in my hand and I could feel it moving up my arm. Noting harmful, no pain...just...a tingle? Any other K would have already knocked me out if it was bad, even Red K worked faster than this. As it moved up to my chest it hit my heart and made my whole body seem like it was glowing...
"Ooohhh..." I said, feeling slightly dizzy. I leaned up against the table for a second as I felt my balance kind of tilt. My face was flushed and I swear I could feel my entire body hum as whatever this was moved though my system. "Jeepers this is too much..." I said, wiping my forehead nod realizing I was sweating.
I didn't sweat, I've flown into the sun and didn't break a sweat..what the heck?
I shook my hand, trying to see if there was any residue but the rock just....melted? What the heck was that? This was bogus...
Shaking my head I stumbled upstairs to my room, I needed to lay down. I had school tomorrow and I should get at least ten minutes sleep if I was going to be ok. By the time I got upstairs I had stripped my uniform top off, I was really sweating! It was like I was burning up inside, but not in a bad way, if anything I felt amazing. I kicked my boots off and then shimmed out of my leggings...oh the cool air felt good.
Uh oh, I had worked myself up again.
Pa had told me about the danger of this, he said that at my age I would get worked up more and more...but I had to resist the urge to deal with it. He said that playing with yourself led to a lot of bad things, he said it could lead to going crazy or something. He was a smart man so I had always listened to him, I wore an athletic cup under my uniform...you know, in case...but now it was bent as my...thing...just pushed it out of the way.
Wow...what the heck?
I pulled the athletic supporter off and tossed the warped cup aside, sighing in relief as the cool air hit my...thing. Oh god...dangit Clark, don't take the lord's name in vain...but gosh this was...whoa...
I fell back onto my bed naked as the day I was born, looking down at my hard thing, refusing to go down even a little. I wasn't even thinking of anything! Normally it was Lana or a pretty girl that got me here, but it was doing this all by itself and it felt...incredible.
I saw a drop of something form at the tip and I wondered if I was going to piss myself.
No, that wasn't pee. It was thicker, it just hung there...forming in my slit...
Though the thought made me sick my hand still moved down, a lone finger swiping the drop up. Even the smallest graze made my thing sing and I had to bite my bottom lip from groaning out loud. Oh lord...what was going on? I brought my finger up and examined it, what was this? It didn't look like anything I had been told about. Man why was it so crazy hot in here? I couldn't even think!
My tongue darted out and licked my finger and I froze in shock, did I just do that?
It was salty...and...good?
Real good.
As it dissolved on my tongue I felt another wave of heat move through me and I reached down and took hold of my thing.
"Oohhhh...."I said softly as my hand gripped the shaft. I had never paid that much attention to other guys in the locker room, it just wasn't right. But it was hard not to see things sometimes and from what I had seen, I was way above the human average for my age. I had caught a few of the guys giving me looks as we changed and even coach Arnold had made a comment that I would need a man's sized cup when I tried out for football last year. I had been proud of it...but I didn't know it felt like this.
I slowly moved my hand up and down and another drop formed at my slit. I tried to lean forward to get to it but I couldn't reach, so I floated up and moved myself upside, so my thing was over my head. I kept stroking myself and the drop got bigger...and then finally began to fall...into my open mouth.
Oh yeah...that was the stuff...I felt so dirty doing this. I couldn't believe I was even trying all this, if pa walked in right now...
No I could hear them both sleeping three rooms away, so I went back to stroking myself off, trying to work some more of that nectar out of my...out of my penis. The head was an angry red and I could feel a jolt of sensations when I began to move my hand faster. More drops fell from the head and I made sure each one fell into my mouth...each one making me moan a little in response.
The more I drank and more I wanted, I began to really begin to work my thing...my penis...I began to work it over faster and faster my hand becoming a blur. I closed my eyes as the sensations made me shake in the air as I felt my dick throb in my hand.
My thing, I meant my thing...oh lord...
I used my other hand and gripped it with both, working the shaft as hard as I could, feeling the warmth fill my head with a cotton like fog that made me feel incredible. I kept forcing myself not to cry out as I jerked off, knowing ma and pa would not condone of me working my weeping cock for every drop of...
Oh my god what was I thinking?
Another drop fell into my mouth and my misgivings faded as I picked up my pace, one hand working my hard shaft as the other began to fondle my golf ball sized balls. Oh yeah...that was it...why hadn't I ever massaged them Ike that before? I could feel my toes curl as I began to manhandle my own nuts...
Testicles, I mean testicles...
Oh there...I could feel my balls start to tingle as my dick began to throb in my hand. I could feel something building up and Jesus....oh Jesus it felt good...so good. I could feel my nuts contract upwards and my shaft grew thick for a moment and it felt like I was holding my breath....
And then I blew a load all over my face.
I meant I...
Screw it, I shot a hot load of cum all over my face, the spray hitting me all over. My tongue darted out, trying to catch as much as I could but I was too far into my orgasm to really have the aim. My whole body was vibrating as I felt my cock let go for the first time. It was like something searing into my brain as cum kept coming and coming. I fell back onto my bed as I lost my concentration, but I didn't care, all I knew was the ecstasy coming from my body and how idiotic I had been to deny it.
This...this was the best thing in the whole damn world...
Darn, I meant darn...really.
As I laid there, sweating like a pig, I felt my head begin to clear as I realized what had happened. I was laying in my bed, naked, covered in sweat and cum...breathing like I was a normal human that had run a mile...my penis deflating slowly, the last of my load slipping out the tip.
I was disgusted, intrigued, so very turned on...a million thoughts colliding in my brain as I laid there...
I hadn't even realized my hand had moved down to my now soft dick and swiped the last of my load off of my tip and brought it up to my mouth...
Part of me was disgusted, screaming at me to stop, that this wasn't right, this wasn't Christian, this wasn't American...
But I lowered my finger into my mouth and licked it off, closing my eyes and groaning from the taste, the last of the warmth passing through me as I felt my body begin to shut down. Suddenly I was so tired...so so tired...