 I needed to watch where I was putting my feet, which is why I didn’t see Clark until I’d almost walked right into him. For someone who is just growing into his body and is frequently clumsy, he can be damned quiet on his feet. “Hey Lex! Perfect timing: I’m just finished.” I sort of nodded, rather stunned by the view. Six plus feet of shirtless sweating Clark would render anyone speechless. I hoped I wasn’t drooling, and followed him to the farmhouse. “Remind me again why we’re doing this here, instead of at my place.” I said, eventually finding my tongue despite the enticing view of Clark’s ass in mud-splattered jeans. “Because my parents are in Metropolis, your cook won’t let you put butter on your popcorn and your father is up at the castle. Sorry, Lex… I know he’s your dad and all, but he gives me the creeps.” I managed not to laugh. “All good reasons. Watching the Superbowl on anything smaller than a wall just seems wrong though.” Clark grinned at me over his shoulder. “Snob.” I just smiled. He was right, of course. That didn’t negate the fact that I didn’t care what we did as long as I could ogle him at the same time. Clark climbed up onto the porch and started stripping out of his jeans. I think I made an ‘ummm’ sound, because he blushed. “I slipped in the mud ‘round the back of the barn. Mom’d kill me if I got mud all over the house.” I nodded again and very carefully didn’t look at Clark wearing nothing but boxers and socks. If it had been anyone other than Clark, I’d have been sure this was a ‘come fuck me’ display. He opened the door and padded inside. “I need a shower. Do you want to make the popcorn while you wait?” “Sure.” I said, still not looking at him. “Great, Mom left all the stuff out on the counter.” I studied the kitchen counter, glad to have something to distract me from the yards and yards of Clark-flesh on display. “I’ll just be few minutes, okay?” “Fine, Clark,” I said, “take your time.” I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the bathroom door close. I was hard as Hell and determined to get myself under control. Fortunately there was plenty of ice in the Kent’s icebox. It’s not the nicest way to get rid of a hard-on, but it works. I was pouring an obscene amount of butter over way too much popcorn when Clark reappeared. I damned near had a heart attack on the spot. He was wearing a thin white tee shirt and soccer shorts. “Hey, finished with the popcorn?” I nodded. “Great, Dad said I could have one beer while I watched the Superbowl. I don’t really like beer though, so you could have it if you want.” He opened up the refrigerator and bent over, treating me to the sight of brightly coloured nylon stretched tightly across his ass. “Cocktease.” I whispered. Clark jumped and whirled around, wild-eyed. “Wh… what?” I was almost certain I’d said that far too quietly for him to hear, but I’ve noticed that Clark seems to have very acute senses. I just wished I’d remembered that before I’d opened my mouth. “Uh, nothing,” I said. “Aren’t you supposed to have chips and dips for the Superbowl?” Clark still looked like a rabbit caught in headlights but he played along, pretending I hadn’t said anything. “Uh, yes… already in front of the TV.” “Right.” Everything was horribly awkward, and for a moment I just wanted to bolt out of the door and head for home. Then Clark gave a little half smile and motioned me towards the living room and I just went. I sat down on the couch and Clark curled up into a defensive ball at the other end, nervously toying with the remote. He turned on the TV and we both pretended to watch for a while. “I grew again.” Clark said. “Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say. “I only have two pairs of jeans that fit, and they’re both in the wash.” Clark was bright red. “Okay.” “Did you really think I was… teasing you?” I sighed. This was uncomfortable already, talking about it was just going to make it worse. “Clark, you’re incapable of teasing someone like that. I just have a very dirty mind.” “Does it tease your… um… when I’m… not wearing much?” I turned and stared at him. He was still blushing, and holding the bowl of popcorn like a shield. I opened my mouth and answered without really thinking about it. “You really don’t want to know the answer to that question, Clark.” “Maybe I do.” “Maybe we should just watch TV and not think about underage farmboy sex.” I’m usually much more careful about what comes out of my mouth. This time though, I can’t really berate myself. Not when the results were so spectacular. Popcorn rained down over the living room floor and I suddenly had a lapful of Clark and his Tongue. I hadn’t realised that licking was one of my kinks until Clark stuck his tongue in my ear. I don’t think the entire contents of the Kent’s icebox could have killed my erection this time. “Do you want to? Do you want to?” Clark was murmuring, as his hands tugged my shirt up and his mouth sucked at my neck and face. I must admit I just sat there and let Clark rub himself all over me. It might have been shock, or maybe I was afraid I might scare him off. Stupid really, I don’t think anything short of another meteor strike would have scared Clark off at that moment. “Want to what?” I asked. “You know… do it.” That was a splash of cold water. “Clark, if you can’t say the words you really aren’t ready for the deed.” I pushed him very carefully back a little. Clark bit his lip, flushed and looked down at my lap. Tailored pants really show up a bulge. Clark grinned. “Fuck me, Lex.” Strangely his blush seemed to be receding. “I know you want to. Fuck me. Bend me over and just do it.” So what was I supposed to do? Trust me, when the object of six months wet dreams lands on your lap and begs you fuck him, morals and higher brain function leave the room. We kissed. Our first kiss. When you think of a first kiss you think of romance. There was no romance in that kiss. It was hot, wet and needy. Clark’s tongue fucked my mouth and small part of me wondered where he’d learned how to do that. After a minute or so I really didn’t care. I lost most of the buttons on my shirt when Clark peeled me out of it, and he tore his shirt getting it off. He took a little more care tugging off my pants, but not by much. I had to remind him about shoes having to come off first. The he stood up, yanked down his shorts, showing off a cock that certainly made me doubt his age and bent over the arm of the couch. I had to squeeze damned hard not to come just from looking at him. “Clark, you’ve never done this before, we should…” “Fuck going slowly, you can’t hurt me. Just do it, please.” Clark grabbed the mostly empty popcorn bowl and handed it to me. “Butter. That should work, shouldn’t it?” Oh yes. I tried to go slowly, I really did. It didn’t help that as soon as I touched Clark’s asshole with my buttered-up fingers he lunged back, trying to impale himself. I slid one finger in and he groaned. “More.” “Already?” I was pretty breathless at this point. We were both down to one-word sentences. “More.” So I slid in another finger and felt him open around me. I couldn’t wait. I dipped my hand into the mess of melted butter at the bottom of the bowl and quickly slicked myself up. Clark wriggled back towards me again when he felt my cock brush against his ass. “Stop it,” I said, “I can’t if you’re moving all over the place.” “Sorry.” He stopped moving, but I could feel the tremors in his body as I lined up and pressed in. He was so tight and hot I prayed I could hold out long enough to make it good for him too. I needn’t have worried. I’d only got half my cock inside him when he let out a noise that was half moan, half growl and came. I lost whatever tenuous hold I’d had on control as I felt his body rippling around me. I slammed in, ignoring his surprised yelp and just hammered away at him, yelling his name and fuck knows what else. It felt so good inside him, I never wanted to stop. His body clung to me as I bucked and thrust my way to climax. The end came too damned fast. Clark squeezed my cock with his ass muscles and I came so hard I saw blue circles, stars… it was fucking close to a religious experience. I sort of wavered; barely aware of what was going on for a few moments, then realised Clark was whimpering under me and trying to move. I suddenly realised what I’d done. I’d just brute-fucked a virgin. I pulled out as slowly and carefully as I could and turned him over. “Clark… Clark are you okay?” I was glad I couldn’t see any blood, but Clark’s eyes were wide and staring. I was close to panicking when Clark grabbed my hand and yanked it down to his crotch. He was hard again. I choked off a burst of laughter and wrapped my hand around him. Two rough strokes were all it took and gurgled out my name as he came. I just sat and stared at him. God, but he looked hot: all sweaty and debauched. “Clark, are you okay?” I was concerned that, despite him getting hard again, I’d hurt him. He opened his eyes and gazed up at me with a loopy smile on his face. “Really okay. Uh, was it snowing?” I looked around and realised we were both covered in popcorn. Sticky, buttery popcorn. I picked a kernel out of Clark’s hair and chewed on it. “Tastes like hot buttered farmboy. Nice.” The End
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