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Like all my fellow students at Woodrow Roosevelt High School, I was especially anxious to get home this day for the dismissal bell indicated the start of winter recess. I had packed everything last night and so had my guardian, Bruce. We were to take the evening train for a week of skiing at Lake Placid. It had snowed and snowed for the last month and the ski reports were the best possible. And best of all, the Batmobile was staying in the Batgarage and the Batoutfits in the Batcloset. The mayor could do what the f*ck he wanted with the Batsignal for we would *not* be around to see it. We had planed this for a long time; long days on the slopes and then uninterrupted fun and games at night. No Batsignal and no teachers; no racing to save Gotham and no homework. Not even Alfred to interrupt us with an important call from the Most Honorable Chief of Whatever.
I was, to say the least, flying higher then the Gotham Tower!
Well, I was until I got home. Alfred had my milk and cookies waiting as always. I thought I was a little old for that but it happened anyway. Secretly I liked it for it was relaxing and comforting. There was also a note from Bruce. The exact details don't matter but it read:
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Dick,
The world has been shattered and I have put it back together again. I can NOT take the week off. I'm terribly sorry. The good news is that you still can go skiing. An old friend of mine, Clark, will take my place. I trust that you will listen to him and have lots of fun.
Love,
Bruce
P.S. Clark
will join you at Albany as he is coming in on the Century.
P.P.S.
If things go well, I'll join you later in the week.
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Alfred did not know why Bruce went off by himself to save the world. I was disappointed but decided that going was better than staying home especially since Alfred would be on vacation.
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It was before dawn when Clark woke me to get dressed to get the bus to our hotel. Later we had our first look at the snow covered mountains in the morning sun. It was fantastic! Clark insisted that we have breakfast for there would be lots of time to ski.
And ski we did. For hours and it was great. Clark was a good skier and we went on the medium slopes. After that workout we were ravenous and ate hardily. We were both exhausted and returned to our room right away.
It was when we went to bed that I got my first look at Clark's body. I was impressed. If anything, it was even better than Bruce's! It would be nice to get close to it although there certainly would not be the emotional attachment that existed between Bruce and me. I also decided that I had better wait a bit and see if he wanted to play. It would not be nice to offend one of Bruce's friends.
It was very soon after the light were out that I felt Clark's strong hand caressing me and I quickly returned the favor. The steel hard rod in my hand left no doubt that Clark wanted to play. I was amazed at how easily Clark moved my own body about and told me to "Just relax and enjoy, Robin." when he released my wrists. Bruce almost always made me do the work with lots of directions until he plowed me but apparently Clark was very different. I stayed still as Clark played with my body -- caressing me with most talented fingers, lips and tongue. I was flying with delight as Clark worked on my nipples even before he moved south to the more sensitive regions. I had quickly decided that Clark could do anything he wanted as long as it felt this stupendous.
And fantastic it was as Clark enveloped my dick in his hot mouth. Bruce did this occasionally but hopefully Clark would do did a lot more. It was so incredible that I quickly exploded but Clark kept at it pausing only to make a brief comment, "Thanks, Robin; that was delicious.", before continuing sucking and licking my entire package.
I had not reacted to being called Robin since I was so preoccupied with the wonderful sensations I was experiencing. I had little doubt what was about to happen when Clark lifted up my legs and spread them to expose my butt hole. I was wrong however, for Clark continued his oral administrations on my rosebud with his most gifted tongue. This was something that Bruce had never done but it drove me wild. When Clark returned to my hard shaft I quickly blasted a second large load into him. I was spent as never before.
Clark moved up next to me and we held each other. I expected that he would be hard and want me to get him off but, to my surprise, he was not. He explained that he had come when I filled him the second time and that he loved pleasing young studs like me. I quickly slipped into dreamland.
It was the next day that I realized what he had called me at least twice -- Robin. How could he know? I had brought nothing which indicated it unless I talked in my sleep which I don't do. Beside that was before we slept. After thinking about it all morning, I asked him on the privacy of the chair lift. "Who were you thinking of when you called me Robin, last night?
"You, of course, Boy Wonder." he answered as we reached the top and in the crowd we could not talk safely. It was a while before we were back on the lift and could continue. "You cut a great figure in your work clothes although I didn't miss them last night. Bruce and I go way back and we know a lot about each other. He said it was OK to let you know some things." I was very surprised but recently Bruce had started to let me know about more things as I was approaching adulthood. "I bet that you loved last night." I gave him a _s_h_i_t_-eating grin and nodded. "I thought that you would before and I was sure that you did after. What would you do if you could, Robin?" I was not able to answer until much latter for we reached the top and we wanted to get down before dark.
Back in the room, I got to the shower first and then called for Clark to join me. We washed each other and then I firmly pressed on Clark shoulders. I could feel his great strength and I knew that I could not have pushed him down anymore than I could a marble statue yet he slipped to his knees and stared at my rising rod as the water flowed over us. I grabbed his head and pulled him close. My rod slipped into his open mouth and was immediately enveloped by his heat and several set of muscles.
This was different from anything I had done before. I had dominated some teens but never an older man and Clark definitely knew what he was doing and had me flying. I quickly gave him a large appetizer. When he stood up he thanked me profusely adding that he loved aggressive young studs. I told him that I loved being one and we could continue after dinner. "Yes, Sir. That will be great." he said.
At dinner, Clark explained that there was nothing better than pleasing an aggressive young stud who knew what he wanted. Those, alas, were hard to find and trustworthy ones even harder. "Well," I said, "what we did last night was great but I want two improvements." I looked at him and he nodded waiting for me to explain. "First, I'll going to tell you what to do when." He was nodding with a smile. I was thinking of how Bruce _always_ told me what to do and how nice it would be to be in charge. I was tenting my trousers by now. "Second, I'm going to _f_u_c_k_ you -- hard." He was still smiling and nodding. "It's a deal, then."
"Yes, sir. But we have to talk about something first."
I could hardly wait until we got back to the room to start. Clark and I talked a bit about what was good and not so good for he wanted me to understand that not everything that might be _dreamt of in my philosophy_ was good to do. Then I noted that he could always stop me for he was far stronger.
"That is true. So much so that you would not be able to _f_u_c_k_ me even when I cooperate. That is why you need to be stronger than me tonight." I was puzzled; how could that be possible? But he fetched a very heavy container from his luggage. It was a modified carrying container for radioactive material made of stainless steel and lead. I could not open it. "With this open, you will be stronger than I. But, Robin, you must promise to close it up again when we are done."
After I solemnly promised, Clark twisted the top of the container and I opened it. Inside was a small piece of green rock which almost seemed to glow. I took it out. It apparently had a great effect on him for when he said: "How may I serve you, sir?" he seemed weaker than just a minute before. When I told him to strip, I could see that he was just barely able to move about. When he was naked, I had him kneel and remove my shoes. I could see that he was excited for he was as hard as I was.
I stripped off my shirt and had him remove my pants, socks and finally my briefs. My _c_o_c_k_ soared as never before. Clark seemed to be drooling looking at it and I could not be so cruel as to deny him the pleasure of giving me pleasure. I laid on the bed and ordered him to get between my legs and make me feel good.
Good was just the beginning of what he made me feel. I knew he was more than willing but now I also had the physical power to compel him which was exhilarating. I lifted up my legs so that he could get into my crack with his gifted tongue. It felt so wonderful. He brought me close to orgasm several times. I desperately needed to come so I got him to lie prone with his legs spread and got the lube. I slathered some on my ramrod and then on his hungry hole. I let my finger slide in and even in his weakened state it was difficult as he has said it would be. It took a while before I could force three fingers in at one time and as long for him to relax enough that I would be able to get my rod in.
He was tight but I thrust hard and got into his hot ass. He gripped me tighter than anything I had imagined. There was not anyway to _f_u_c_k_ him easily -- it was rough and hard or not at all. As I rammed in hard he reacted with pleasure as I hit his sensitive bits. I found both thrusts and withdrawals terrific. I paused a couple of times in the hope of prolonging the experience, but that was too tough to do for more than a few seconds so I just went at it like a hot mink. I exploded with a yell and heard Clark get off also.
We lay together for a while and I got up. I closed up the Kryptonite in its container and resumed my place next to Clark and held him tight like I like to be held after a hot _f_u_c_k_. He seemed so boy like as we rested entwined recovering. I could feel how his superhuman strength was returning. I knew I would want to do this again but would not be able to unless he wanted to and opened the container once again. (After I had closed it, I tried to reopen it but I was not strong enough to do so.)
Eventually he spoke. "That was great, Robin. I knew you could do it."
"Thanks, S, but I had a great time also; thanks to you. I don't think I'll ever forget this night." I gave him a squeeze and could tell that his strength had fully returned. "I hope you want to do this again; and soon."
We soon slipped into sleep.
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At breakfast we both agreed that it was great fun and that we should do it again but that the day was for skiing. We moved on to the harder slopes which were less crowded. The day flew seemingly as fast as we rocketed down the slopes by for we were still exhilarated from the night before. Then after dinner we went back to our room for more games.
During the day I had an idea and decided to spring it on my unsuspecting friend. Clark had told me of some of his pranks as a teen; pranks that he had gotten away with. Partly he was boasting but I felt that he was also confessing. I know what confession gets me most of the time.
After the protective container was opened, I confronted Clark with one of them. He was surprised but that made it more realistic as I scolded him for a trivial transgression years earlier. I told him that he was going to get the strap as I slowly stripped him down to his birthday suit. Then I pulled my heavy leather belt off and told him to assume the position.
"Yes, sir."
I raised the belt and swung it at the his big ass. It hit with a resounding WHACK and he flinched a little. I could then see a nice red stripe form as the blood rushed to the skin. I waited a few more second as my _c_o_c_k_ tented my trousers a bit more before laying on the second cut. WHACK. The result was the same. It took three more to cover his entire butt and then, with all my might I gave him the sixth and final cut. WHACK!!
"I hope that you'll remember this _boy_ and mend your naughty ways." I could hardly keep from laughing. I tossed the belt aside and ordered him to remove my shoes and I stripped off my shirt. My pants and briefs followed quickly and he quickly engulfed my hard rod while kneeling in front of me. I held his head as I _f_u_c_k_ed his face. It felt great as I practically choked him with my large load. We were both smiling as I led him to the bed and ordered him to give me a tongue bath. My nipples positively squealed with joy as he worked on them. Even my navel was happy and these were but the preliminaries. It's what he did with my crotch that was the best. He went from my navel to my tail bone and back several times not missing a bit and sending me to heaven.
It would have been cruel not to do what he needed so I got the lube and worked on his _f_u_c_k_ hole for sometime. It was easier then the previous night and I was even able to get my pinky in also. He was on his back with his legs up as I moved into position. I removed my hand and quickly stuck my steel hard rod in before the gate could snap closed. Then I went for it. I pounded his butt hard and watched his eyes and smile as I did it. Unforgettable. Soon after I exploded so did he covering his chest and face with his own come. I could not resist and licked it up.
I put the Kryptonite safely away for Clark had told me it was dangerous to have it out very long. He took longer to recover than the first time even though the exposure was less. Clark seemed very happy with me holding him like he was just a boy and I know that I was happy doing it.
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The next couple of days we skied and at night got close but, alas, the container stayed closed. Bruce showed up having glued the world back together. The three of us shared the day skiing and then dinner. Before Clark flew off, he suggested to Bruce that he relax at night and see what I could do. He finished up with: "Dick can be quite a stud if you'll let him." and winked at me.
I hoped that Bruce would take his advice and soon.
The End
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