Superman And The New School Thug
“Bro, what do you think these rings are worth?”, Jeremy says lazily with that thick country boy accent. Jeremy is a tall, dark skinned brother with deep-set hazel-brown eyes and full lips. His six foot seven frame is densely packed with muscles, weighing a good two-hundred and eighty-five pounds without an ounce of fat. His skin is as black as night and smooth as marble. He doesn’t believe in earrings or gold teeth like most of his clique, nor does he have any tattoos or scars to detract from his godlike physique. Jeremy loves to show off his build, refusing to wear a shirt, sometimes leaving the straps of his overalls undone, so that they will ride low on his waist, showing off his dollar-sized nipples, chiseled eight-pack abdominals, all covered with a coat of thick, curly, black hair and a treasure trail hinting of wonders below. Yes, he could have easily won some bodybuilding competitions , as many people in town often suggested. Unlike many of his friends, however, who got their bodies from hours in the gym or time spent in jail, Jeremy did it as a result of years of hard work on the farm. You see, growing up in Smallville, his family had to work really hard to make ends meet. His father, Markus Ward, worked many times with a nearby neighbor, Johnathon Kent, getting the crops ready for market. That is, until Markus took sick and passed, leaving Jeremy, the eldest son, to become the man of the house. Jeremy has always been able to get his way, or talk anyone into anything, no matter how absurd. When he would get caught red-handed committing some offense or another, he could persuade people to look the other way or even into believing that this didn’t see what they clearly saw. Jeremy never knew why he was able to do it, but he definitely took advantage of it when he could. As a matter of fact, it is that talent that lead to him being best friends with Adonis, his partner in crime. “I don’t know, bro,” exclaims Adonis, “but these hoes are krispy than a muthafucka!” Adonis is the polar opposite of Jeremy in every way. While Jeremy is a hard-working farmboy, Adonis is nothing short of a spoiled petulant child. Although born wealthy and never having to work a day of his life, Adonis refuses to play by the rules, no matter what the consequences. He did whatever he could to break the stereotype of the privileged little rich kid. His father, Nicholas Jacobs, worked closely with Lionel Luthor at Lexcorp, in fact, he was extremely influential in growing the company into the financial powerhouse it is today. “Do you think there was any truth to what old dude was saying about them?” inquires Jeremy as he stares into the sparkling blue eyes of his best friend, Adonis. In fact, he stares just a little longer than necessary, something he found himself doing often. Jeremy would have to catch himself because Adonis definitely lived up to his name. Staring at his honey-brown complexion, Jeremy admires his flawless skin and immaculate haircut. He is almost as pretty as any woman, in fact, on many occasions, he has been approached by men who didn’t realize that he was a guy. His dad has begged him to cut his hair so that he would look more masculine, but it was just another way to be defiant. His naturally curly hair cascades down the sides of his face and he spends quite a bit of his time keeping it out of his eyes. His long eyelashes accentuate the golden flecks in his bright blue eyes. How many times has he defended the fact that it was his natural eye color and not the product of some store purchased contacts. Fifteen years of playing of tennis, as well as being captain of the swim team has given him a body that most people would be envious of. Standing six feet-two inches, with wide shoulders and an impossibly small waist leads to his most outstanding attribute, his ass. Alex tried for years, with the help of the family’s personal trainer, to mold it into something more befitting a man’s body with no luck. His full hips protrude without the indention that most male behinds have, instead curving outwards and defying gravity, giving him an ass that would make Beyonce’ want to do more squats. In fact, the only thing that would separate his butt from a girl’s was the dark tangle of thick hair that runs down the crack and half-way up the small of his back. In spite of being so beautiful, and the never-ending attention he received from men as well as women, Adonis did not have a gay bone in his body, to the point of being homophobic. He was as straight as they come, with a virtual harem of women catering to his every whim. He lost his virginity when he was just sixteen by one of his mother’s friends. One night during one of his family’s many fundraisers held at their spacious mansion, Mrs. Farnsworth snuck up to his room under the pretense of asking if Adonis could come iver teach her son, Charles, the basics of the back stroke. After about fifteen minutes of discussing when young Adonis could come by, Mrs. Farnsworth slid her hand under the blankets and grabbed hold of the handsome boy’s dick. Already blessed with a rod that would make most men proud, Alex grew quickly to his full nine inches. Overcome with lust, Mrs. Farnsworth took the dick into her mouth and sucked the young boy until he came for the first time in his young life. By the end of the party, Adonis had his first foray into intercourse. A natural at lovemaking, he excelled as if he were born to do it. From that moment on, Adonis used his considerable talents to his advantage. The combination of his physical skills with the ability to keep his activities secret made him a valuable commodity amongst the wealthy and constantly bored women of the millionaire community to which he was born. “Bro, you must be smoking some good shit,” exclaims Adonis, “if you believe that bullshit about the rings giving the wearer special powers, puh-leeze” What Adonis didn’t know is that Jeremy already had a low-level form of telepathy and that it had been boosted dramatically by the newly-acquired rings..