This is the revised version by Rick Henry of this classic story writtenm originallly by Superman Fannn, Thanks Rick for sharing this version.

Major characters within are owned by D.C. Comics; this is a work of fan fiction. Though implausible in many respects, this is sexually explicit, m/m erotic material for mature readers only. Illustrations selected were those which basically matched the happenings within the story & not truly “exact,” but as close as possible to fit the text. Most used were given permission by the artists credited; but some unavailable factors were involved.

Chapter 12

Instead of their coming here for the testing and expressing of his most glorious strengths, Superman had now been reduced to displaying his most vulnerable and susceptible weaknesses….  Right where Jimmy had suddenly decided he wanted him.

As the once powerful MOS began to groan, mumble his way back into consciousness, reawakening from his exhausted stupor, Jimmy got a small wet towel from the bar to clean both himself and the alien from their previous activities.  “Boy, oh boy, that was quite something,” Jimmy sighed, wiping down the Man of Steel’s now heavily flaccid member.

“Oh, ah, ohhhhhh...” the alien murmured, coming to again. “Oh, Jimmy, that was so wonderful, taking me like that.  Are you okay?” somewhat concerned his largeness might have been too much for his youthful friend.

“My ass is sore… but right as rain, Superman. The doses of your previous ejacs have worked a number on me, too—like that Trytonian’s did for you; can’t you tell?”

“Yeah, yeah,” weaving his head groggily. “When, when we get to Washington,” he flickered a smile, “maybe we can do this more regularly.  Best of buddies, friends.  Share.  Men like us—need, crave… really rare.”

“’When we get to Washington….’’’ Jimmy gritted through his teeth. Knowing sadly now, it was a done deal, what he had to do.

“Never did this before.  So wonderful, Jimmy.  My, my only pal,” Kal, reaching up to kiss him, but sort of didn’t quite make it, his thick hand sliding off his shoulders, his mouth only hitting him mid chest.  “Seems, seems I’ve expended myself too much.  Really weak… plus that, that Kryptonite.  The rays too strong, loose. You must, Jimmy, close that lid. Help me….” His giant arms relatively slack beside him, terribly heavy.

“I think, Superman, the best way I can help you, is to get you to ingest your own semen; like you told me before. How it makes you strong.  And with the extra loads received from that other “thing,” how much greater you’ve become. So you lost a few spurts since, now’s the time to recoup. Might even become immune to this K-stuff.  After all, it didn’t bother him. And you received a really huge dose of his.”

“Yes, but you’ll… you’ll have to help me.  So tired, now.  Don’t know if I—”

Cutting him off, Jimmy swiftly took his hands, and grasped the MOS by his nipples, near their bases, pulled them firmly down towards his legs, and each out as far to the right and left as they would allow him to stretch… holding tightly, firmly, he rolled the tips in his fingers.  The effect was electrifying; the huge muscle man jolted boldly more upright and tense, wailed in a hopeless gasp: “Oh, Oh, Oh, OHHHHH!” his big cock nearly instantly erect, thickening and rising in moments up against his torso. Miraculous.

Then slumping forwards.

“Go ahead, all yours!  While I milk these babies, good,” Jimmy urged, trying to work his way between Superman’s slightly sprawled, stretched out thighs.  The alien easily tucking his rib cage in above his navel, bending forwards, and found his already leaking bulbous glans with his lips—simply slipped it into his mouth, inch by inch by inch, practically halfway to his pubic root in seconds, no problem… already gone into another world, intent as much as desperate. Nothing at all abnormal from years of self-pleasure. A good eight inches deep, and going for the other eight more. Though his increased length and thickness was something he had to be careful with, not used to.

Jimmy continued to work the MOS’s most vulnerable assets: his cow-teat breasts, seeming to flow continual rivers of his life-strengthening nectars.  (Hadn’t he told him: ‘my greatest weakness’?)  Of which Jimmy made sure his own mouth drank of, going from each to each.  Then making his move, he let go, got down between the alien’s thighs, slowly getting under them, his knees, raising them, as the muscled giant’s torso slid further and further down-slanted against the back support of the couch, to accommodate his access.

Superman overwhelming absorbed, and moaning softly, yet consciously realizing what was going to happen, had his right leg spread wider, slightly crooked, his left drawn up, knee bending… still his own cock in his mouth, his eyes looking towards Jimmy, as Jimmy managed to enter between his so-willing cleft, his own turgid weapon now nearly the size Superman’s had once been: his increase more than amazing, and eased himself in… while the alien soft groaned and moaned, purred and sighed all at once, “Hhhhmmnn- mnnnnnnnn.  Hhhummmnnnnnnn.”  No resistance, still self-fellating… while Jimmy resumed to take each nipple separately in his fingers—thrust wonderfully into him in pure ecstasy… and impaled him. Whose legs quavered helplessly welcoming him, his richness.

His reasoning was simple. Besides actually being in heat enough to crave to do so… but also knowing the quicker Superman’s prostate were stimulated, the quicker he’d come—his finger was just not the ideal instrument for accomplishing that.  Knowing his own larger cock was the preferred method for both of them. Their eyes met, each doing what each needed to do, yet the MOS still in a haze of barely comprehending wonderment, joy beyond joy.

Still, Jimmy had to be more than careful, watching astutely. He could not dare allow himself to come inside the MOS, replenishing him with his own youthfully potent seed—nor have the starving muscle hunk to receive any rejuvenation from his own innate resources.  It had to be timed perfectly.  And was. 

And when he felt the MOS growing tenser and tenser, more frantic and overwhelmed by what was happening, moans and sighs rising higher and sharper, could even see his massive cock seeming to thicken and swell before his eyes—he struck.  Wrenched Superman’s cock from his mouth just as he was beginning the throes of his ejaculate, and placed his own over the erupting fountain of it, drinking in the alien’s seed, pulse after spurt, after jerk, after jolt.  While Superman cried aloud in sudden protest, true disbelief—“NO, NO, NO, NO—Jimmy, NO!!  I need that, I need that, I need—!!  My life’s blood, my life, my strength!!  My only hope…!!!  NO, NO, PLEASE!!!!”

But, of course, it was too late.

The giant muscle man flat on his back now, helpless, spewing and spewing into Jimmy’s ownering/devouring mouth. Moaning, bucking, while Jimmy also had to pull out of him, and watch.  It really was too much… about to erupt himself, and he was not quite ready to do so.  Superman wailing desperately, in a state of near shock, realizing he’d been somehow deceived, but why?  Why?  Why?  Why?  The juice he’d needed so urgently, Jimmy had stolen from him!  Why?  But he was now almost beyond exhausted, too depleted to think. Lay there in a failing stupor, practically again, nearly unconscious….

And what a sight he was, his titanic muscular form sprawled helplessly useless, all the sinew and might and power and massiveness of him, completely vulnerable and vanquished.

Jimmy arose and stood over him with a great sense of accomplishment, superiority, yet deep trepidation.  The man who had once been his forever idol, turned into an even more impressive specimen of pure masculinity than one could ever imagine, now a wimped-out, failed heap of Herculean proportions… arms and legs askew, mighty genitals slack and expended. No longer, for all the wonder of him, anymore truly beautiful.

But a “warped” being—no longer the magnificent hero he’d known.  Rather sad, he thought. Oh, well…. Watching him struggle to recapture his breath, he knew he had won.

He knew he had to let him rest for at least ten or fifteen minutes, as it were.  So he got himself another sizeable slug of brandy. Good grief, the MOS must be weighing nearly 360 lbs. by now. Just an impossible burden to try to carry—even if he himself had straightened out a small crowbar earlier.  But coming to the realization that from the massive loads of the alien’s sperm he’d received, he probably could have flung him over his shoulder and taken him anywhere; as long as he still remained a rather inept and de-manned pile of refuse. Though he wanted Superman to be on his feet walking himself down his own last path, where he needed to go.  Just to reinforce things.  Was only right.  Make it for him a kind of very arbitrary choice.

Then, going off to the same mirror for a few moments, where Superman had preened so outrageously before… he really was impressed with himself, the changes occurring. Not bad, Olsen, not bad at all!  Looking almost like a replicant of the earlier that day’s proud superhero as he had appeared… but maybe a good 30 pounds less. Betting in 12 hours, he just might wake up looking more and more that way completely.

Then back to the couch, taking a half-glass full of brandy, having pulled the insensate hunk into a semi-upright sitting position against it once more, arm cradled around him, he slowly brought him around, the brandy forcefully wetting at his lips, making him take it in small sips, letting the warmth of it get into his throat. The MOS’s eyes fluttered.

“Jimmy, oh Jimmy… it’s you.  My pal.  Best lover.  Is everything okay?  I feel… really, kind of silly.  Strange.  So glad, you are here… so glad.”

Chapter 13

Jimmy kissed him, long and deep. The click and roar of the air conditioning system abruptly came on, seeming to fill the place with a more soothing sense of comfort, a less hollowed isolation. Jimmy stirred, time to get going… while the Man of Steel was relatively dazed.

“Come on, big guy. Up and at it. Though I bent that crowbar, still think that lid’s way too heavy for me.  Need your help, your strength, if we’re going to get that thing closed—save your ass.”

“Yes. Must. Really, my only hope,” Superman mumbled, grimaced, knowing the ordeal he had to face.  Not all that clear in his mind….  Jimmy’s arms around, assisted him to his feet.  The muscle hunk wobbled a bit, both knowing he was severely depowered from whatever he might been; the effect of those nearby pulsing radiation waves continuing—the massive expulsions of his semen and breast power-resources having been expended so uncontrollably (even deceptively)… what, already FOUR times in a row—with no reciprocation!?!?  Why had Jimmy so deprived him of his seed, hadn’t he been the one to suggest his taking of it himself?  But could only chalk it up to the passion of the moment, having gotten somehow out of hand. Truly, he was running on empty. The “fumes” making him worse than light-headed….

Hard to get his arms around his mass, Jimmy determinedly kept egging him on, kept him stumbly-legged moving into the Lucite enclosure, towards his salvation—what they must do—endearing words of encouragement into the alien’s ear. “You can do it, now. I know you can.  Just a little further… almost there.  Then you can rest a minute, catch your breath.” Knowing no such thing was going to occur.  He almost had him where he needed him. A few more steps.

Kal-El’s face tensed, tightened as he was led nearer and nearer to his worst nightmare: the glowing Kryptonite—from which he urgently needed to flee, but now had to closely confront, if he were to save himself.  There just was no other option!  Already his breath was worse than labored, and his muscles seemed like unsteady rubber.  Heaving, his brow screwed with concern, he failed suddenly, directly in front of the container… Jimmy’s guiding hands firm under his shoulders, who also removed the covering of his clothes from the opening. Superman dropped to his knees, resting on the wide outer platform, his big hands gripping the edged-rims of the metallic box above to steady himself, not looking in… his dark-haired head slumping loose between his massive deltoids, daring to summon his strength for more—gather his waning resources for his last surge of power needed.  His mighty torso trembling.

Then from behind, Jimmy eased himself down onto the giant “V” tapered slab of his back, whispering in his ear. “Yes, Superman, you must.  Must recharge yourself.  Now, the best way you know how—like you told me…. What gives you your strength!”

“But, but… JIMMY!!” And he suddenly stiffened upright, arching.  In bolted surprise. His ginger-haired, having grown more muscular friend, had stealthily slipped his arms down and under his—moved to the sagging front of his heaving pecs, grasped hold of his huge teats, fastened over them and squeezed firmly, his fingernails digging into the tips of them.  In shock, the MOS gripping the edges of the opened box for support—screamed.

“Uhhhh-HHHHH!!  UH-UNNHHHHH!!” he cried. “No-no, Jimmy! NO—now is NOT THE TIME, THE WAY!!” howling desperately.  As his enormous cock once again sprang to life, instantly thickening, an awakened python. Jimmy now fist-jacking down and over his four-plus-inch long/thick nipples, hard and firm, as far as they would go, at the same time pushing into him from the rear, while the MOS’s abs and groin were thus thrust close up and against the metal chest—his huge phallus not able to rise, but was crushed between the box and its down-slant along his thighs… whimpering, moaning. His desire peaked, but restricted and contained. He tried rising up frantically to his feet, Jimmy still mounted behind him. But failed. No, no. This shouldn’t be happening. Not now—of all times.  NOT NOW!!