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By Moonloon “Guh-HUUUUUUARG!” Clark came hard into the wad of tissues prepared for that very function and slumped back on the couch in his Fortress of Solitude. He carefully wiped off his hand and pulled his Playgirl out from under the corner of a cushion. A cushion that had been strategically placed to hide the head of the slender and almost hairless centrefold. Damn. I have to stop thinking about Lex when I do this. He’s bound to notice me getting hard and blushing around him. Today had been an exercise in torture. Lex had given him a lift to school and said the word ‘penetrate’. Not that there had been anything suggestive about the use of the word, it was just Clark’s sixteen year old hormones and imagination that had made sure he’d wandered around school half hard all day. Clark looked down at the centrefold. The model didn’t really look much like Lex, and Clark was damn sure Lex didn’t wear bright red posing pouches. He could hear Lex’s voice in his head, Clark, fire engine red is for cars, not underwear. Maybe something in purple silk… Oh shit. Clark was hard again. He tossed the Playgirl to one side and worked his jeans down a bit further. A quick check with super-hearing and he knew that his dad was swearing at the tractor a mile and a half away, and his mom was in the truck, on her way into town. Safe enough. Lex’s voice, saying ‘penetrate’. Lex in purple silk underwear… Lex *out* of purple silk underwear… Clark started rubbing his cock again; I wonder what it would feel like to have Lex do this? Precome dripped out at the thought. I wonder what it would be like to have Lex ‘penetrate’ me? Clark stopped for a moment, breathless at the thought. Superspeed was very handy for stripping off quickly and Clark knelt on the couch, legs spread wide. First he sucked his fingers; getting them wet then wedged himself against the back of the couch so he wouldn’t fall over if this got too intense. Okay… Lex sucking me. Oh fuck.. then reaching around… Ohhhhh… The hand on Clark’s cock increased its pace, as Clark’s other hand inched towards his asshole. Lex, doing this.. Clark slowly pushed one finger inside himself. “AAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Clark couldn’t move. He’d come like a champion. All over the back of the couch, which he was going to have to wipe down. Sometime when he got motor control back. Holy shit. Wow. If it felt that good doing it to myself, how great would it feel if Lex *really* did it? Now that he’d taken the first step of self-exploration, Clark decided that some research was in order. He used some of the come splashed everywhere to lubricate his fingers and carefully pushed one inside himself. Feels kinda weird. I wonder if I can fit two in? He could. Interesting, how about deeper? It feels.. OH MY GOD! Clarks hips bucked involuntarily as his fingers brushed over his prostate gland. What the HELL was that? I gotta find that again… “Ohhhh yeahhhhhh…” Lex’s *cock* touching there. Clark whimpered at the thought, suddenly realising he was hard again; for the third time in an hour. It was a little awkward jerking off with two fingers in his ass, but Clark was young and flexible and it felt waaay too good to stop now. Lex comes in and sees me like this… he pushes me down over the arm of the couch and pushes his cock in me... hard. He can’t hurt me so he just fucks and fucks and fucks… Oh God... in and out and on top of me and so big and hard and… “AAARGHH… LEX! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!” There was an indefinite period of time while Clark lay exhausted over the arm of the couch before he realised he could hear Lex’s car pulling in. “Oh shit.” Clark moaned. Superspeed had him wiped down, dressed and the couch mostly clean by the time Lex arrived. “Clark. You know that dirt road of yours really sucks.” He said ‘suck’. Oh God, ‘suck’… sucking me… The Big Cock Day obviously wasn’t over yet.
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