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CARL grimaced as they topped the latest hill. Seth was bouncing up and down in his seat as they approached the park. "There it is, there it is!" he shouted as the familiar contours of the Metropolis skyline showed on the horizon. "There's Supermanland!"
"Yes, there it is." Carl forced a smile on his face and looked at his child. He had to look down quite a way, for he was a large bull of a man with a wide neck, broad shoulders, massive chest, powerful arms and legs. He had earned his family fortune as a professional football player, and it showed still in his musculature even though he had closed that chapter of his life last year at the tender age of thirty-two. Football was a young man's game and he'd suffered one injury too many for the league's rules, he was told to retire or be dismissed, and he'd taken the first option with poor grace. He could count on an occasional television or radio appearance, or maybe if he was lucky, be picked to appear on a game show or two, and there was of course endorsements if he could parlay his football stats into something more spectacular than they were. Or he could play the public asshole game, and say or do something outrageous to increase his publicity value.
Meanwhile, he had time and he had money and he had a five-year-old child to get to know better. He just wished his son had loved football instead of his actual primary focus of infatuation...he adored the very sight and sound of Superman! That might have been all right a dozen years ago when Superman was in comic books and an occasional movie or animated TV show, but they'd gone and used the latest holographic and theme park technology to build the travesty they were now approaching...Supermanland!
Inside, a patron could live in the fantasy city of Metropolis, home to countless superheroes and supervillains, so many that it seemed like every corner you turned, you found yourself in the midst of a superbattle. But the most common figure, one that seemed to be wherever you went, was Superman himself, sometimes a guy in a costume, more often a holographic figure flying about or performing acts of heroism and superpowered action or fighting evil villains until you wondered why any sensible person would choose to live in such a city!
God knows Carl was sick to death of it; he had ferried his son to this place once a month for the last two years and if he never saw another blue-and-red superpowered man flying through the air again, it would be too soon for him! Hell for him now had a face and a name, it wore a super-suit and called himself "Superman!"
* * * * *
SETH couldn't wait to get to Supermanland. To finally get to see his hero and live in the world of his superhero was totally awesome! He looked at his father with gratitude, his dad hadn't been in his life too much until lately, but now it was like he was home all the time and had all the time he could want to spend with Seth. Could any kid get any luckier than that? Yes, when he got to spend that dad-time at Supermanland!
He was champing at the bit like a high-spirited stallion by the time they got parked and out of the parking lot. "Come on, Dad, let's go!" he cried as they finally got their tickets paid for and his hand was stamped with the famous "S" logo, which meant he could stay in the park for the entire day. Only the color was wrong, a purplish color never used by Superman, the color changed by the day, of course, which annoyed him, he'd wanted it to be red and yellow, like the logo! "We'll think about it and let you know." the agent had said to him. Seth liked that, having a grown-up listen to a kid's ideas.
Now for the fun and rides!
* * * * *
CARL was worn out by the afternoon and when Seth wanted to go on yet another ride, he joined the adults sitting out the rides. That took a while, and he wished the seat was more comfortable, so when a man came over to him with an "I've got something to sell you." look on his face, Carl said, "Unless you've got a cushion for my ass, I'm not interested in anything you've got to offer."
The man just laughed. "I saw you with your son." he said. "Cute kid."
Carl smiled at that. "Yeah, he is." he said. "I'm trying to spend more time with him."
"You're Carl Weathers." the man went on. "I've watch you play defensive end."
"Yeah, I did." Carl perked up at that and let the man scoot him over and get to know him.
"If you're as sick of this place as I think you are,..."
"That would be pretty damned sick, God know why my son loves this place." Carl burst out in his frustration.
"Exactly. And that's what I mean, your son loves Superman and you love your son. Now, here's my proposition...."
And the proposition he had DID catch Carl's attention. Seth was about to have a real in-depth encounter with Superman!
* * * * *
SETH was astonished when Dad wanted to leave the park at two in the afternoon. "But we get to stay all day until seven p.m.!" he protested.
"We can get back in after this." his father promised. "I found you a special Superman event to attend. How would you like to meet Superman in person?"
Seth's face broke out in a glorious smile. "I can? Really? Superman for real?"
"Superman for real." his father promised him. "Your old man has a few connections still, and one of those turns out to be the real Superman. Come on, it's over this way."
Outside the park, the neighborhood was less than ideal. They walked three blocks to a building that abutted the park's wall. It looked like the park itself extended through its own wall to encompass part of this building. "Here we are." Dad said.
Seth beamed up at the huge man that was his father. Such a big, powerful man. He hoped Superman was just as big and strong.
* * * * *
CARL walked into the room after paying the man a fee higher than the ticket price by a good deal. A good thing he'd brought plenty of money, he was spared the ignobility of having to leave and find an ATM in a hurry. The man pulled out a key and unlocked the door. "It's all automated in there, you'll be alone inside until you come back out." he promised the two.
Seth went "ooh!" when he got inside. He was looking at the golden door of the Fortress of Solitude! And to one side was the enormous key to open the huge lock it bore.
Well, the door was only some eight feet tall and the key was about that long. The rest of the walls was decorated wall to wall and floor to ceiling with Superman images. A fellow could spend all day just looking at the walls and not see them all. The floor held a huge "S" logo and the ceiling a starry sky with the Planet Krypton hanging overhead in full three-dimensional relief. You felt like it was actually hanging overhead in the skies not so far away.
"He's in there." Carl gestured to the door. "I'll let you inside and you can see Superman, spend all the time you want with him. First, though, you'll have to find him."
"I will." Seth giggled. "But what about you, Dad?"
"I'll wait for you out here, in that waiting room." Carl gestured to the one unadorned part of the wall to the left, opposite the key, a single, ordinary looking door marked "Dad's Waiting Room." "I'll be fine, stay as long as you want."
"Okay." Seth said.
Carl went over and picked up the key. It was huge and heavy, Carl lifted it with some effort and fitted it into the lock and turned it. Slowly, the door opened as he put the key back in its resting place. "Hurry inside, the door will close behind you." he warned.
Seth scurried inside and said, "Ooh!" once again as soon as he was inside the doorway.
Carl watched as the door closed, then scurried into the waiting room. He had a lot to do in a short period of time, he expected.
* * * * *
SETH found the rooms he passed through as interesting as the first one. The second room was lined with television screens showing Superman animated cartoons, all of them showed the Man of Steel in powerful action and majestic beauty. Seth had seen a lot of the cartoons, but he didn't recognize any of these. He would have liked to spend some time watching these, but remembered he was about to see the Man of Steel in person, he could watch these things some other time!
The next room was also of Superman, but still photos, but with a difference, in each of these, the superhero was interacting with a boy, holding him, touching him, smiling at him, carrying him in his arms in flight, and otherwise being the hero every boy wanted to be around. Seth noticed, again, that he'd never seen these images before, and also that in every one, there was a difference in Superman's costume, specifically, at the crotch. In the comics they were always flat as if there was nothing down there, but in these, Seth could see the outline of a prominent penis and large, healthy balls. Better still, in the middle of this room was a statue of Superman, like-sized, and the outline of his muscles were beautifully rendered, and the bulge was right there where a kid could reach out and touch it. It gleamed from the hands of many others who had touched it, so Seth figured it was okay, he felt out the large organ and found the stone very warm and fleshlike to the touch, though it didn't move in any way as he fondled it.
The next room was a combination of moving images and pictures, but in these, Superman and the boys were doing naughty things! In some, the boy was playing with Superman's wiener, in another, the boy was sucking on the super-pud, in another the boy was riding on Superman's hard rod, buried in his ass as the superhero caused the boy to ride up and down. These pictures were in full color and sound as well, Seth was surrounded by the various noises of boys in pleasure, they seemed to be timed so that he could hear each one of them in turn as the boy cried out in ecstasy, or when Superman groaned in climax and squirted his protege full of super-spunk!
He couldn't find the door at first and wondered if this was all there was to it, but after some ten minutes of this stimulation which caused his little prick to stand out like a proud soldier, he heard a sound and turned to see another door slowly opening. It had been part of the wall, and bore no videos on it, the pictures slid into the wall with the door. Inside that room, Seth walked and found it to be a room like you might find on Krypton of a place where a Superman would sleep, for its main piece of furniture was a large bed. Soft, round, no sheets but a soft comfortable mattress upon it. "Hello, Seth." came the familiar voice of the hero. "Sit on the bed and make yourself at home. I'll be in to see you shortly and we'll have some fun."
Seth looked around at the artwork here (even more graphic images of Superman having sex with boys) and wet his lips, decided, and began to tear off his clothing! When Superman got here, he was going to be ready!
* * * * *
CARL had donned the red-and-blue costume and looked at himself dubiously in the mirror. "Are you sure this is going to work?" he asked the attendant who had supplied him with the clothing. "What about my face?"
"The holograms will take care of that." the attendance assured him. "Our technology will blend you into the image of Superman, it will adapt your face, your hair, your voice and your body--not that you need much of that, I can see--into that of Superman. Your son will never notice the difference. Unless you want him to notice, that is."
"No chance of that." Carl grunted. "I want to scare the little snot off Superman once and for all, I want him to get off the couch and learn to play football like I did."
The attendant shrugged. "We won't stop you in there, whatever you do. But our program is designed for seduction. You'll have to play the jerk all by yourself."
"Got it." Carl said and he walked to the hallway the tech indicated. At its end was a door.
Seth was naked and waiting when Superman walked in the door. "Superman!" he yelped in joy and sprang to his feet on the bed. "It's me, Seth!"
"I know you're Seth." Carl said and found the sound of his voice was indeed different. He sounded like the voice you'd hear in the movies or in the cartoons, a solid, masculine voice higher than his own natural bass. He wondered how they did that? No matter, Seth thought he was Superman, time to turn the hero into a zero for his son!
* * * * *
SETH sprang to his feet as his hero entered. "Superman, it's me, Seth!"
"I know you're Seth." the superhero said in his so-familiar voice and his so-familiar smiling face.
Seth stood waiting as the big man in the familiar blue and red costume approached, his eyes glued to the bulge in the red trunks as his muscled body strode up to the bed.
"I've been wanting to meet you for so long!" Seth oozed as the big form sat on the bed. He knelt and put his arms around the huge body.
"I've wanted to meet you, too." Superman told him. Seth nearly fainted as the arms enclosed him and drew him over into the powerful lap and he sat on the fat bulge and he reached his face up and he kissed his hero, and the arms gripped him tighter.
"I can see you're already naked." The hero told him as the kiss ended. "Are you wanting to have some special fun with me?"
"Yes, Superman, yes!" Seth gushed. "I want that very much!"
"Well, you're going to get it." and Superman's hand touched and fondled the little organ. "I see that someone has himself a little stiffie!"
"Yeah." Seth giggled. "I saw the pictures and movies in the other rooms. I'm glad you want to have fun with me, Superman. I bet it'll be just awesome!"
"Awesome, yes." Superman agreed. "I'm going to give you a ride on my super-dick! What do you think of that?"
"Terrific!" Seth giggled again. "I bet it's lots of fun."
"It will be for me, anyhow." Superman said and his voice took on a more intense sound. "We'll start by me letting you suck my supercock!"
"Okay." Seth slid off the lap and watched as Superman undid his yellow belt and took it off, then pulled down the famous red trunks. The blue legs of his costume turned out to be crotchless, a band at the waist and pieces of each side, but the fore and aft of them was only Kryptonian potency. A thick uncut cock was there, unfurling itself into a tower of male potency, huge and banana-like, narrower at the base than the middle and holding a bulge where the glans was under the foreskin that enclosed the shaft and glans entirely. Beneath that was a bush of heavy black hair, and buried in that were a pair of deliciously plump balls.
"Ooh!" Seth cooed and kneeling now on the bed, his little hand reached in to cup those balls. "This is nice!" he told his hero.
"Ah-guh!" Superman gasped as the fingers toyed with his basket. "Yeah, boy, play with my superballs, roll them around in your hand, oh, oh, yeah!" The superhero leaned back and rested his body's weight on his powerful hands behind him, letting the eager lad fondle his body at will.
Seth reached his other hand over to the massive organ and gripped the pud, a thick warm velvet-like shaft that oozed a blob of precome out of it, and Seth looked at that in wonder, then a big hand clamped on the back of his head and pushed it downwards.
"Instead of playing with it, why don't you kiss it instead!" the big man growled. "Get a taste of it, lick off that smegma while you're down there."
Seth let the big hand push him downward and his young mouth opened and took the powerful prong inside. The foreskin slid back as he was pushed downwards and Seth's mouth got a liberal taste of salty fluid that was powerful and intoxicating. His tongue licked at the glans as best he could and then he licked the bared flesh below the glans, finding the pungent clump of smegma and licking up the sour-tasting bit of ooze and lifted it into his mouth and swallowed it.
"Damn, kid, you got it?" Superman asked.
"Mm-hmm." Seth acknowledged. He slid out of the kneel to lie flat on the bed on his stomach on the still-lounging-back superstud.
"And you liked it?"
"Mmm...mmm-hmm." Seth hadn't liked the taste much, but it did have the strength and power of Superman in it, and there was more of that salty fluid that he did like now pouring out of that hefty man-rod.
"Had to think about it, huh? Well, let's see you bob that mouth of yours up and down on my cock, boy, suck on it while you move, let me feel how much you love Superman as you suck me."
Seth set to work with a will, he'd had the experience of seeing the boys on the movies in the other room to work with and knew something of what to do. He moved his lips and mouth in a way that had the Man of Steel moaning.
"Ahhh, shit, boy, I knew you were hot for Superman, but I didn't think this much, I mean, gah, I knew you were hot for me, that is, shit yeah, hot for my cock, boy, suck it faster, now, faster boy, give it a dose of super-speed!"
Seth moved as fast as he could and as he did, the big man threw back his head and moaned. "Ahhh, God, I never knew my boy was this much of a cocksucker, shit, I should have been shoving it down his throat from the day he was born, hell!"
"Huh?" Seth asked as he lifted from the big fat prong.
"I didn't tell you to stop sucking me. Get back down there. Get me nice and hard and wet, because this fat cock is going up your ass, boy, and I'm not a patient man, so get busy!"
"Okay." Seth began to suck again, fast as he could, working the big rod as well as he could, but Superman got frustrated and growled and moved. Seth was rolled onto his back and he looked up as the powerful Man of Steel moved to lie his big muscled body over his own. His little legs were pushed apart and the powerful thighs pressed against the insides of Seth's own.
"Look into my face, boy!" the blue-and-red costumed hero snarled. "Who am I?"
"You're Superman." Seth gasped. "You're the Man of Steel."
"Damned right I am." Superman's expression wasn't at all gentle. "I'm a powerful man and I have a cock made of steel and that cock is going up your ass...right...fucking...now!"
The hips of the man thrust and Seth felt the huge dong slip up his little butt. He cried out in his pain but he was still enraptured by the face he was looking into, this was Superman, this was the hero who had saved the world, he could give this man anything at all...anything!
The huge dong went deep into the small body and Seth sobbed in his discomfort as the fat pole twisted his insides into a straight line and then as it pulled back out again, he felt the hard suction it created in his intestines. "Ooh, oh, oh, Superman!" he moaned. "Oh, oh, oh!"
"It hurts, doesn't it." Superman slavered. "Hurts having my super cock in your butt, doesn't it?"
"Yes, a little."
"A little?" Superman was surprised. "I guess I'm not shoving it into you hard enough, then, how about this!" His powerful hips thrust the thick cock into the lad, deep and hard, then he pulled it out and shoved it immediately back in, striking up a pace that was rough and hard, shaking the boy hard on the bed. His powerful buttocks were a pair of ripe football-shaped globes that bounced as he thrust in and out of the happy lad, his thighs rippling the blue lycra suit as they flexed to keep the hard dong driving deep into the small bowels and stroking the boy's prostate that was sprouting the yelps of boyish joy as he plunged in and out. His exertions were working up a sweat, the blue costume was marked like a butterfly's wing markings with the darker blue of his sweat on his back and under his arms.
"Oh, oh, Superman, oh!" Seth moaned as he clutched the heavy shoulders. His fingernails bit into his hero's flesh and Superman winced as the claws of his young partner bit into his flesh.
"Ouch, damn it, let go of me!" he complained. "Hang onto me, but don't stick in your nails like that, shit!"
"I'm sorry." Seth groaned. He shifted his fingers to just holding his hero's back and the rough butt-pounding action continued.
After a time, the big man lifted up the boy's body and held him on his cock as he rolled over and then sat up, letting the boy's weight drive the cock deep into the boy's bowels. Fastened like that, he got to his feet and held the boy in mid-air as he fucked the sweet, tender ass. "Yeah, now you're getting a real ride, not those pussy rides in the park, aren't you, boy?"
"Oh, yeah, Superman, yeah!" Seth moaned. "Oh, oh, it feels good, it feels so good!"
"You like me fucking your ass, boy?"
"Yes, Superman, yes, fuck me harder, Superman, fuck me harder!"
"Damned right." Superman declared as he made the little body bounce on him faster. He turned back to the bed and knelt, laid the boy's body on the bed and held onto the legs and thrust-fucked him like that, their bodies at right angles to each other and he watched as the boy moaned, groaned, thrashed and hit his little-boy climax.
"Hot damn, boy, you're coming?" Superman said in wonder as the boy writhed underneath him. "You like me fucking you like this?"
"Yes, Superman, yes, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!"
"Shit, boy, I'm fucking you hard as I can without bursting you in two!" Superman told him. "My super cock is about to flood your butt with hot come, are you ready for it, boy, you ready to take a load of hot Superman come in your ass?"
"Yes, Superman, yes, do it, do it, come in my ass, come in my ass!" Seth begged his hero.
"Superman's face was almost tender, but for the snarl on the lips as he hit his orgasm. "Here it comes, then, boy, take my come, take it all, AH-HAH-HUH-UHHHHH!"
"OH, OH, OH!" Seth groaned in a second climax as he felt the hot spunk spewing into his body. "Oh, I feel it, Superman, I feel it all! Oh, oh, ohhhh!"
"That's right, that's damned right." Superman guttered as he finished and the big man sank down onto the boy's body and rested its weight on the small ribcage. Superman panted, and only got off the boy when he felt good and ready to.
"There." he said as he stood up and tucked his wet, spent dong into his red trunks again. "Now you know what it's like to be Superman's pussy-boy. That's what you are now, Superman's pussy boy."
"Yes, yes." the boy panted on the bed, utterly drained. He looked up to see his hero leaving him. He sat up, wondering what to do, when a voice, female-mechanical and neutral in tone, told him to gather up his clothes and go into the room to the left, he looked and a door appeared in the otherwise featureless wall and he obeyed the instructions, padded naked into the room and there, in a room looking much like a locker room with a bench and tiled floors and walls, he dressed himself and saw another door marked "Exit." There was no longer any door where he had walked in, but he heard sounds in there, and listened at the wall; another boy was getting a ride on Superman's hard dong. Getting fucked and loving it.
He walked out the Exit and found it a normal waiting room and his Daddy was in there, looking tired and mussed and he ran to the big man happily. "Daddy!"
"Well, did you talk to Superman?" Carl asked his son.
"Yeah, Daddy." Seth declared.
"Time for us to go. You want to go back to the park or head home now?"
"I'm ready to go home." Seth stated.
"Me, too, let's go." Carl led the way out.
* * * * *
CARL looked back at his son in the back seat, the boy seemed to be sleeping. Traffic was snarled up, rush hour was just beginning, it would be a hell of a commute back home. A blare of horns and Carl's cursing woke his son. "Daddy?"
"Yeah, Son." Carl shifted the rear-view mirror to view his child.
"About Supermanland."
"Had enough of the place?" Carl grinned.
"Yeah." Seth agreed and Carl grinned wider.
"But that special place we went to?"
"Yes, Son?"
"Can we come back to it again soon? Maybe again tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Please, Daddy?"
"Hell and damn!" Carl said. "Son, it's a six-hour drive." He'd fucked his son hard and fast and the boy wanted more? "Shit!"
"Please, Daddy?"
"All right." A motel ahead with a "Vacancy" sign beckoned and Carl aimed his car for that. He and Seth could stay the night and he'd play Superman again for the boy tomorrow.
If Seth thought he'd been fucked hard today, wait until he saw what the Man of Steel did to him tomorrow!
He patted the bag beside him on the car seat, the Superman suit and a black-haired wig, and mused that, given the high price of the place, maybe he'd let Seth discover Superman's secret identity tonight in the motel room instead.
THE END
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