It was pretty cold that night, cold enough for the lake to have frosted over. Most people were huddled around the fires for warmth, this stupid school trip one of the most moronic things on the planet. The football team, though, was playing around, throwing football this way and that. Sean missed his catch, and the ball flew out past us, skidding along the ice before coming to a stop.

"Ugh, let me go get that," Sean said, stepping out onto the thin ice. I stared for just a moment, then decided that he was being a fucking idiot, just grabbing him by the jacket and stopping him from going any further. "Whoa, Dick," he said. "Harsh?"

"Nah," I said, gently putting him down. "It's just a ball. Not worth risking your life over."

"It's fine, Dick," he said. "It's just ice."

"Yeah?" I glanced around, grabbed a rock about the size of my hand, and threw it at the ice near the football. It shattered, cracked, and fell open, the ball simply getting eaten by the water, the ice quickly reforming above it. Sean actually swallowed at that. I'll admit that I threw it a bit hard, but, seriously, ice isn't a joke. "Seriously not worth it."

"Yeah," Sean said, clearly somewhat shaken. "Probably not worth it. How hard did you throw that rock?"

"I dunno man, decently hard," I said. "Anyway. Let's just get another football." He nodded along. I spared a glance back over my shoulder at the ice below us - there was a fuckton of that green crap down there. Glad I'd saved Sean from getting lethally irradiated and/or drowning in the cold ice.

I want you to imagine something fucking boring. Got it in your head? What are you thinking of? Probably something like, sitting in a waiting room? Try this on for size: tour of a fertilizer plant. I get that it's important, and a vital part of Smallville's garbage economy, but it was still boring. The guy giving us the tour was apparently Chloe's dad, and he was obviously trying really hard to make things interesting, but, you know. It was a plant where they literally processed shit. Maybe somebody else found it fascinating, but I sure didn't.

Chloe herself was hanging out with her friend. Pete Ross. He'd just joined the team a little while ago, and she was making some snarky remarks about her dad. I mean, I got it, he was being kinda lame, but also - it was her dad, and he was trying his best with the material he had, which was about nothing.

She was the one who was nearly killed by Coach Walt, and that wasn't even that long ago. You'd think it would have given her some perspective. Eh. Maybe it was just her way of showing love to her dad, making little jabs like that. I decided to put it out of my mind and focus on our group.

I soon sidled up next to Savannah, who smiled as I approached her, this easy-going smile. "Hey, Big Dick," she said, sliding one hand around my waist, testing the waters in terms of touch. "Glad to see that you're not bored of me yet."

"I could still get bored of you," I reassured her, a friendly, flirty note to my voice. I did notice in my peripheral vision that Chloe was looking our way. A lot more than just casual glances, too - she was practically staring. I quickly repositioned us so that I could look at Savannah and also at Chloe, through Savannah. "What are you going to do to keep me interested?"

She paused, thinking. "I mean, there's really only the one thing you seem to be interested in."

"I can think of two offhand," I said, glancing down at her breasts, and she giggled at that.

"Yeah, well, I was thinking a little more broadly. Oh, and you liked how Richelle cleaned up, right? I haven't exactly been monitoring her, so maybe she stopped or something."

"Nah," I said. "She still looks pretty good." I gave Savannah's hair a quick tossle. "You did good. That's why you're getting my attention now, as a reward for your hard work."

"Wow, Richelle must be amazing, for me to still be getting your attention off of one makeover."

I just shrugged. "Your assets don't hurt," I said, and she laughed. I leaned in a bit closer. "Plus, I love how your dark skin looks, slick with sweat and sticky with cum." She swallowed at that, smiling more nervously, eyes flicking about to see if anybody had heard us. Her fingers turned to her hair, gently tilting it back. She really liked it when I complimented her skin tone, I figure because she didn't get many compliments on it. Her tits, sure, anybody who had seen them would compliment them, but that chocolate skin of hers? Despite how delicious I found it, some people seemed to have other opinions.

"Thanks, Big Dick," she replied. "You can make it all shiny whenever you want." She gave a wink, and I momentarily considered just dragging her off from the group to bang her in the bathroom or something.

Then I decided that I was going to do it. Better than this boring-ass tour. "How about now?" I suggested, and her eyebrows raised, she glanced around, and nodded, letting me take her with me away from the tour group to the bathroom.

I did notice Chloe following us, but I decided not to do anything. If she was another lunatic like Tina I was gonna be so pissed off, though. That would be two crazy girls who didn't seem crazy before I fucked them, basically in a row, which would be fucking awful luck. (Versus Caroline, who was a crazy girl that was now less crazy, because I fucked her.)

"Hey, so," Savannah said, as we entered a stall and I locked the door. "We can't actually, you know, get sticky."

"I know that, Savannah," I reassured her. "I'm not stupid."

"Ah, thank God. So I just suck you off, then?"

"Well, I'm not one to say no to that," I told her, and she let out a laugh, descending to her knees in front of me, unbuckling my belt, popping open my front button, and then biting down on my zipper, slowly sliding downward. Savannah didn't notice the creeping sound of Chloe as the blonde journalist (were you a journalist if you wrote for the school newspaper? I mean, she did do actual journalism type crap, with her exposé about coach, so there was that) opened the door and slowly made her way towards us, so I pretended not to either.

Hopefully it'd satisfy that lust for more and more pictures of me, if she got to see me in the act. It was kind of hot, too. I mean, I'd definitely had girls watch me fuck other girls - that was naturally a major feature of any threesome - but this was different. I could hear her breathing catch in her throat as she realized what was happening, as Savannah dug her teeth into the waistband of my underwear, brown eyes staring up at me lustily as she slid down, down, down, until at last my cock burst free. She let out a sigh as she saw it, then leaned in, kissing at the base of my dick, one hand stroking my cock slowly as she kept up eye contact.

I just reached down for her head, softly running my fingers through her hair. "That's a good girl," I breathed out, and she smiled. "I could be fucking any one of the cheerleaders, but here I am, with you. You know why?" She smiled with her eyes as she sucked one of my balls into her mouth, but shook her head. "Because you've got great tits, gorgeous skin, and a mouth that just don't quit."

She let out a small laugh at that, sliding her tongue along the underside of my length until it just reached her mouth, where she suckled for a moment before popping back to speak. "I thought it was for helping you out with Richelle?"

"Please. I like when girls help me out, but I don't fuck 'em unless I like them too. I'm sure I could've found somebody else who would give a few makeup tips for Richelle," I told her, and she smiled up at me at that, then started sucking on my cock, softly at first, then starting to get noisy, humming around my dick as she stared up at me, one hand stroking what of my cock wasn't in her mouth. "Fuck. I really want to come all over your face, but I know I can't," I told her, and she grinned at that, getting a bit more intense in her sucking, as if she was teasing me. "I love seeing your dark skin plastered with my white cum."

I could hear Chloe's breath grow that little bit faster, her heart rate accelerating as she listened to me. She was trapped a few feet away from the door, maybe worried about Savannah seeing her, even though my body was completely blocking Savannah's view of the door... "Mind if I take a seat?" I asked Savannah. "I want to really enjoy your blowjob, and I'm feeling kinda lazy."

She popped off at that point. "Just another instance of a white guy being lazy and foisting the work off on a black," she said, shaking her head as she let me take a seat, turning around to get in between my thighs. My hard cock bounced and pointed at her forehead for a few moments, as she repositioned, then she sucked me into her mouth.

"You know you like it," I said, and she nodded around my cock. "My personal black slut, ready to suck and fuck whenever I feel like I want to stick my white cock in her hot black cunt." She hummed more enthusiastically at that point, her hand sliding down between her legs, slipping inside her pants as she started to masturbate in that position. I heard Chloe tiptoe further forward, but I didn't look up, focusing instead on Savannah in between my legs as she started to bob, more and more thoroughly, starting to take me to the base, now, that experienced mouth of hers managing to deepthroat me. "Fuck. Not a lot of white girls can manage to pull this off, you know? It's like you were born to take my dick."

She hummed around my length in the affirmative, going so far as to nod, twisting my cock around in her throat. She looked positively obscene, mouth forcibly stretched wide, saliva dribbling down out of her mouth as she stared almost brainlessly up at me, proudly holding my entire dick in her throat for second after ticking second. I gently held her down, twisting her head just a little, forcing her to break off eye contact as my cock throbbed in her throat.

With my other hand, I pointed directly at Chloe, my eyes locking with hers where she stared into the stall from through the thin crack between the door. "Stay," I mouthed, and she nodded, her cheeks glowing with arousal and embarrassment as she started to quietly, nervously fidget. She wasn't actually playing with herself or anything - that would be fucking insane to do, given Savannah had no idea she was here, and up until that moment, she hadn't realized I knew she was there - but it was obvious that this was going into her own personal spankbank, as her thighs wriggled and rubbed against each other.

I then turned my attention back down to Savannah, letting her pop off with a wet noise, her mouth stretched wide as she panted for air, staring lazily up at me. "Sorry about that, your black mouth is just too damn good."

She let out another laugh at that, hand coming up to stroke my cock as she did so. "Your white cock is just too damn big," she said, licking her lips. Her free hand popped the top button on her shirt, then the next, revealing plenty of lovely, dark flesh, her large breasts putting most girls to shame, even in the sports bra she was wearing for practical concerns. "Fuck. Your big white dick, my fat black tits, it's a good combo, isn't it? Wish I could just squeeze one out in between my tits, but, it'd make a real mess," she said, sucking my cock back into her mouth a moment later.

Now she was practically fucking her face on my dick, slurping and twisting her head from side to side, rubbing her tongue all over it. Her eyes stared up into mine, completely wanton in their lust and desire as she worked me over like that. You'd almost think she was getting more out of the blowjob than me, with the way she looked up at me. It was definitely hot.

Her tits weren't the most sensitive, but I slid my hands into her sports bra anyway, starting to grope the supple flesh there, as much for my pleasure as for hers. She pushed her chest forward, mashing her tits into my grasp, and I just let out a long sigh at the sensations, closing my eyes - and finally feeling my balls start to surge towards bliss.

I took hold of the back of her head, stuffed my cock all the way down her throat, her neck bulging with my girth, made eye contact with Chloe - then I came. The cute blonde journalist just flushed scarlet as I groaned, unloading the contents of my balls directly into Savannah's stomach, the girl in question humming and gulping as best she could around my dick, encouraging me to let it all out. When I was finished, I sagged in place for a moment, just catching my breath, and Chloe began to slowly but surely creep away.

I let her. Savannah peeled up and off my cock, resting her cheek against my knee as she looked up at me, looking cocky. "Pretty good, huh?"

"A blowjob's always good," I told her, giving her hair a quick frazzle. "But yeah. It was good. You're a good cocksucker," I told her, and she licked her lips. "I ever do a double blowjob with you?"

"Like, two chicks one dick?" She asked. I nodded. "Nah," she said. "We've done a couple threesomes, one with Vanessa-" that was her name, good, "-and another with Cherie. It was just fucking and fingering, though."

"Right, right. I remember that." Chloe had by that point managed to escape from the bathroom, the door slowly closing all the way. "Mm. Anybody you'd like to do a threesome with?"

She shrugged. "You?" She said, this smug little grin on her lips.

"Yeah, but there's only one of me, alas. Anyway," I cracked my shoulders and rose to my feet, pulling up my pants, my dick vanishing from sight, much to Savannah's disappointment. "Clean your face up, make sure there's no spit or anything, and we can go back to the tour." I glanced through the wall in Chloe's direction, and then suddenly frowned. There was a guy with that green shit in him, and the other students, who were in the room with him, were cowering in fear. "I'll go on ahead," I told her, quickly heading out.

I managed to get to Chloe's side quickly, making her squeak in surprise as my hand came down on her shoulder. "Chill, it's just me, Chloe,"

"Oh, right, it's just you, Dick," she breathed out. She swallowed. "Sorry for following you, I was..." she trailed off, cheeks glowing cutely. "Okay, I saw your fight with Savannah, and I was worried about you going off alone with her."

"I don't get in fights with Savannah," I said. Savannah was really good in that way. Not looking to start anything, just a good time girl that you could fuck, tell to do you a favor, and forget about. The ideal woman.

"That's weird, because I'm pretty sure I saw her kicking you in the stomach, then you grabbing her by the ankle and flying into the sky? Ring any bells?"

Oh. She had seen me with Tina. Well, crap. I'd done a check to make sure we weren't being watched, but I guess I hadn't been thorough enough. I let time slow down as I contemplated what to say next. One second stretched out, and out, and out, into several minutes, until I spoke at last. "We can talk about it later. You didn't post it on your website, did you?" I hadn't even checked her website once since she mentioned it; I just had better things to do.

"Not yet. But why shouldn't I? Don't people have the right to know?"

"Because in the past, like, month, I've had three lunatics with superpowers come after me for one reason or another. I'd rather they didn't have a big old arrow pointing directly at my head, declaring me to be the final boss." I paused, glancing out again. Yeah, that was definitely a hostage situation. She followed my gaze for a moment, but all there was, from her perspective, was a wall. "Seriously, Chloe."

"So, is all you can do fly?" She asked, which was basically a signal that she was willing to let it go, which was good, because a moment later, the whole building started to shake like we were having an earthquake. Perfect fucking excuse, thank God. I took hold of Chloe's shoulder, holding her in place, and a few seconds later, the miniature quake had subsided. I knew it wasn't a real earthquake, because the hostage-taker had grabbed onto a pillar before it hit.

"Go get Savannah, get out of the building, I don't think it's safe here," I told Chloe, who hesitated just a moment before nodding and going along with it, rushing off behind me. I let out a long sigh as I thought about the hostage situation.

Guy with a gun, waving it around, threatening people... I could zoom in and punch his lights out, sure, but then everybody would know I had superpowers. Plus, his green poison rocks were much closer to the skin than Tina's had been, so it was much more likely that it would affect me. I could try firing laser beams from my eyes to disable his weapon, but it could explode and hurt somebody... I could throw a rock at his head and kill him that way? That didn't sit right with me, though. Yeah, the guy was threatening people, but I had no idea why, and he hadn't seemed to actually hurt anybody yet. On the other hand, he was actually a hostage taker, so he was in the "insanely bad crime zone" already...

Really, I was half actually contemplating the problem, half waiting for a solution to present itself. There was some talking going on, maybe hostage negotiations, with the hostage-taker talking into a phone, yelling at the person on the other line about how this was their fault, where was Level 3, he needed to know what they poisoned him with... yeah, sounded like he had legitimate grievances.

I glanced around, looking for some sign of the mysterious Level 3; I quickly found it under my feet, but actually locating the entrance was another matter entirely, taking a while, like solving one of those mazes you give kids to waste their time. They'd apparently bricked over the door. No wonder the guy was acting crazy. I went over to it, busted down the wall with my bare hands, and took a look inside. If any of the green poison rocks that were apparently killing the hostage-taker were there... well, I didn't see them. So they weren't. They'd cleared the place out.

I went back to the group, where Whitney was getting knocked on his ass by the guy. "Hey," I said, raising my hands as the guy pointed his gun at me. Poison rocks or not, at this distance, he wasn't affecting me, so the bullets wouldn't do a damn thing. "I found Level 3. I'll take you to it."

He glared at me, unsure if he could believe me - then he had some kind of bizarre episode, like a seizure dialed up to eleven. The whole building shook again, and he jerked and fell to the ground, spasming at superspeed. Jesus Christ. I seriously can't believe the EPA said that shit was safe. Somebody must have been high that day. "Look," I said to him, as he got back up. "I'm pretty sure I know what's poisoned you - it's the meteor rocks, they hit Smallville when I was a kid. Lana over there's got some around her neck."

"Take me to Level 3," he told me, pointing the gun my way as he rose to unsteady feet. I shrugged, then lead the way, making sure to keep a good distance in front of him. I could feel a tingle along my back when I got within a few feet of him, like the numbness you get when you cut off circulation to your legs for a while. Or like I assume that feels, anyway - I haven't got a clue, my legs don't do that. We arrived, soon enough, at the door to Level 3, and he howled in victory, just barreling past me, a wave of nausea rolling over my body as he passed.

Yeah, I wasn't sticking around for him to realize that they'd already cleared out what he'd been looking for on Level 3, though. I zoomed back to the group. "Come on, we have to go, now," I said. "He's not gonna find what he wants, they already cleared Level 3 out." People got up, fast, starting to run for it as I yelled at their backs. It was only when we finally reached the surface that I could breathe an honest sigh of relief. There were a bunch of tactical guys all decked up. If it was a killing situation, then they could handle it.

A bald guy, maybe early 20s, came up to me. "I'm sorry about this," he said, offering his hand.

"You didn't do anything," I replied with a casual shrug. "Or at least, I figure you didn't, unless you're the one who poisoned..." I had no idea what that guy's name was. "The black guy with the seizures."

"No. I don't know who did." He sighed at that, looking past me. "What was your impression of him?"

"That he was really desperate to not die of the insane seizures he was having. They were bad enough to literally shake the building. I thought they were an earthquake, before I realized about the whole hostage situation thing."

"Ah, sorry. I'm forgetting my manners. I'm Lex Luthor."

"Like the Luthor family?" He nodded. "I'm Dick Johnson," I said, and he let out a small laugh at that.

"Oh, you're serious," he corrected a moment later.

"Normally I don't give first and last. I'm pretty sure whoever's running the plant poisoned him, given they bricked up Level 3. That you?"

There was a long, quiet moment, and Lex turned his head to an even older guy who I recognized as Lionel Luthor. The man's rich as fuck, so he's recognizable, just like Bill Gates or Elon Musk. He also had a distinctive look, with long hair and a beard. "Level 3 was bricked up?" Lex asked, squinting at the man who was presumably his father. "That's interesting, because I heard that there was no such thing."

"We shouldn't talk about business matters in front of strangers," Lionel said.

"Really?" Lex asked, sounding like he truly disbelieved his father's words. Great family relationship, it seemed like.

"It's fine. I'll give you two some space," I said, but it was just bullshit, as I went back to the main group of us. Chloe gave me a hug. So did Savannah. Also Richelle, who I had somehow missed was there. Might've gone for a double beej if I had. She was just too mousy for her own good. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good," I told them, not paying attention as they talked about how worried they were, how dangerous that was, blah blah blah. I just listened in on Lex and his dad's conversation.

"You told me that Level 3 didn't exist," Lex hissed at his father, now that the two weren't being bothered by some random high school football star.

"No, I said that it wasn't on any plans." Jesus. What a ridiculous bullshit line. "It wasn't. It was plausible deniability."

"So these kids were about to die, for plausible deniability?" Lex asked. I could pretty much hear the shrug from his father. Jesus. I was definitely feeling like the 'eat the rich' kids were onto something now, at least as far as that asshole was concerned. "What were you even doing down there?" Apparently, poisoning their employees with meteor crap.

"It doesn't matter. It was a failure. We closed the door and moved on."

"It poisoned one of our employees, and then he became so deranged in his quest to find out what poisoned him that he took a bunch of high school kids hostage. That seems to me to matter at least a little bit!"

The building shook again, presumably from said employee having another attack. It didn't actually come down - I spared a glance inside, and the guy was panicking on the railing, but didn't look like he was going to die.

My enhanced senses cut out a few seconds later, and I took a quick step back as Lana Lang approached. Fortunately, the cuddlepile of girls had ceased by that point, so I could easily get out of the range of her poisonous meteor rocks. "Is what you said to Earl true?" Lana asked me. I was on like three different conversations by this point so I wasn't sure what she was talking about. "That he was poisoned by the same stuff that's in this?" She asked, holding out the necklace.

"Pretty sure, yeah," I said. Maybe she would finally fucking take that goddamn thing off. I mean, I wouldn't fuck her still, since she was Whitney's girl, but hey. Maybe after they broke up she'd be good for a tumble. "Talk to his doctor or whatever about it. Maybe they can do something for him."

She just frowned, looking at her stupid necklace. No, she wasn't going to get rid of it, apparently. Jesus Christ, woman.

Whatever. Not my problem. You can lead a horse to not getting cancer all through their abdomen, but you can't make them drink, it seems like.

Chloe lay in bed, one hand between her thighs, one finger in her mouth, which she was dutifully biting down on to control herself. Fuck. Fuck. Dick was so hot. She wished she'd recorded that Savannah blowjob - she was having to rely on the memory, now. The way he casually locked eyes with her, just ordered her to stay... fuck, he was just so, so, masculine, so virile and powerful. And that cock of his... fuck, it was huge.

He probably had known about the hostage situation. No, not the time. Think about Savannah's lips, stretched wide as she took him all the way to the base, kneeling before Dick like he was her god, just sucking and sucking... a shiver ran down her spine as she imagined it was her there, worshiping at the altar of masculinity that was Big Dick's namesake.

Her thighs wobbled as she got more manic, as she imagined herself back there, watching him. Staring at him as he got a blowjob from another woman, not reciprocating, not needing to reciprocate, that was just how hot he was, that a girl would get down on her knees to suck him off without needing anything back other than the chance to taste that fat cock of his.

She didn't disagree with Savannah's appraisal, either. If it had been her that he had dragged to the bathroom to give a blowjob to... she would have done it. That cock... she salivated a bit as she imagined it in Savannah's mouth again, her hand in her pussy getting more and more active, her eyes clenching shut as she imagined it all over again. That image, the girl kneeling before him, the cock clearly spearing all the way deep into her throat, plugging it up, stopping her from even breathing, and- she came, groaning behind her hand as her hips futilely bucked at the air.

She laid there, panting, the pleasure still gently coursing through her system. He was so fucking hot. Plus, he was basically a superhero. He'd literally saved her life... maybe that could be the excuse she needed to get down on her knees for him again?

She found that she didn't want to post what she'd seen and recorded on her site, not because he didn't want her to, but because... well... she wanted it to be just something she knew. Just something she appreciated about him. A secret between the two of them, just like when she had been watching him fucking Savannah's throat...

And she was starting to masturbate again.

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