Writer’s Block
by Witch Hazel
written for the ClexFest Seventh Wave
rated NC-17 for very graphic sex scenes
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of any characters or situations in this
story. Smallville, Clark Kent, Lex Luthor et al are wholly owned by other
people, duh, and this is just for fun and profits no one in any way.
Thanks to my beta readers, Amamda and Beloved Plank.
READER’S NOTE AND WARNING: This story took on a life of its own and really
ventured into the ridiculous, and as such presents some pairings and scenes
that may not be everyone’s cup of tea – although there is no incest, or
course. The more outrageous it gets, the more you have to keep reminding
yourself that it is meant in fun. It’ll be all right. Really.


Chapter One – Lex

“Impotent? No son of Luthor is impotent!”

Lex casually looked up from his computer screen. “Good evening to you, too,
Dad.”

Lionel Luthor strode into his son’s study, uninvited and unwelcome. “What
the hell is going on with you, Lex?”

“Apparently you already know.” Lex took a sip of brandy. “So much for
HIPAA.”

“What?” Lionel bellowed.

“HIPAA. The Healthcare Information Privacy—“

“I know what HIPAA is. And don’t bother having your doctor killed. She
didn’t give me this information, I stole it.”

“Of course.”

“I thought you were dying.”

Lex nearly choked on his brandy as he let out an involuntary laugh. “And
this concerned you because…?”

“You’ve been seeing Dr. Donovan for over six months now, and never mentioned
it – or ran it through your LuthorCorp health insurance. Obviously there
was something serious going on, and if you are having serious problems that
has the potential to cause me serious problems.”

“Don’t you have an interruption of business insurance rider, Dad? To cover
those unavoidable annoyances like mutants smashing up the plant, tornadoes,
sons dying? I mean, I know you have a $10 million Director’s Death policy
on me.”

Lionel stopped striding about manically and addressed Lex with impressive
sincerity. “It’s not about the money. You sit on the Board of several of
LuthorCorp’s major subsidiaries. The other Directors, the company
executives – they rely on your judgment and on your access to me, and I rely
on your access to them. Losing you would seriously impact my ability to do
business as usual.”

“Well, thank God it’s not about the money.”

The agitated pacing began anew. “I can not believe I was so concerned about
you when this whole time the problem has been you can’t get it up.”

“I can’t believe you were so concerned about me. Period.”

“Jesus, Lex, have you tried a geisha? They can work wonders.”

“Not that you’ve ever had this problem or anything.”

“Not for more than a couple of hours. There are pharmaceuticals, Lex, legal
and illegal. I would have thought you knew about them.”

Lex laughed dryly. “You have the greatest talent for selective amnesia.
How many times did you send Dominic to bail me out for popper-induced
debauchery, Dad? Six? Seven?”

“Dominic! That’s a fantastic idea, son. He could always float your boat.”

“He makes my stomach turn.”

“What difference does that make? He gives the best head this side of Kansas
City.”

“The fact that you know that is one of the things that makes my stomach
turn.”

“Hmmph.”

“Dad, can I let you in on a little secret?”

“Of course, son.” Lionel approached Lex’s desk, the picture of the caring
father.

“You’re not helping.”

“Fine. Just tell me one thing.”

“Oh, God.”

“Is there an organic cause for your… your…”

“Impotence.”

“Whatever. Are you sick? Are you…” Lionel’s voice trailed off.

“Dying?”

“Are you?”

“No more so than you. I’ll die at some point, probably, but no, I don’t
have a terminal illness that’s causing my sexual dysfunction.”

“Thank God.”

“I’m almost touched.”

“Don’t get maudlin.”

“Of course not.”

“You know what it is, don’t you?” Again with the pacing.

“Dad, if I knew what it is I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you.”

“It’s psychological.”

“Most likely.”

“I mean it always has been with you. Your asthma. Your baldness. Your
drug addiction, may it rest in peace. You’re weak, Lex. Always been weak.
And you’ve always been afraid of me. That is the root of all your problems.
Terrified of your father, coddled by your mother. Freud would have had a
field day with you.”

“He might have found you intriguing, as well.”

Lionel bellowed again, but this time in laughter. “True. True.”

Lex smiled bitterly.

“I do love you, you know,” Lionel interjected.

“In your way, I believe you do.”

“Of course, my way is fairly inadequate, isn’t it?”

“Oh my God, a moment of pure self-awareness. Are you feeling all right? Do
you need to sit down?”

“My knees are a bit weak.” He strode over to the bar and began fixing
himself a drink.

Lex laughed. “Is that a cosmo?”

“Yes.” Lionel answered absently.

“Isn’t that kind of a girlie drink, Dad?”

“Absolutely. That’s why I’m making one here. I could never order one of
these in public!” He toasted toward Lex.

Lex lifted his brandy in the toast. “Ah, you thought it would be more
appropriate to drink a girlie drink in front of your son who’s having sexual
problems. Goes with revealing you’ve been blown by one of my male lovers
and insinuating my hair would grow if I weren’t such a wuss, right?”

“Well, I’ve already ruined you. What difference could one drink make?”

“True. I mean, after making my girlfriend pregnant, a pink drink seems
almost irrelevant.”

“Exactly.”

“You know, we’re like the Munsters or something.”

Lionel vigorously disagreed. “I’ve always preferred to think of us as the
Addams family, myself.”

Lex smiled. He missed this easy bantering with his father. Granted, it
only happened once in a while, but when they had been living and working
together, once in a while happened often enough. Now the physical distance
between them made these moments of light familiarity extremely rare. Lex
made a mental note to try to see his father more often, no matter how awful
it was most of the time.

“Speaking of television, Lex, have you tried pornography?”

“Gee, Dad, why didn’t Dr. Donovan or I think of that?”

“Just trying to be helpful.”

“Well, stop.”

“So, not women or men, huh?”

“No.”

“Not pornography or drugs?”

“No.”

“Prostitutes, orgies, vitamins, exercise---“

“No, no, no and no.”

“Children?”

“God! No! Or animals, either, before you ask!”

“Can you masturbate?”

“Not effectively.”

Lionel strode towards Lex. “Tried anal stimulation? Dildos? Been fucked?”

Lex rose out of his chair and moved away from his father. “I’ve tried it
all. It’s been eight months, Dad. There’s not much I haven’t thought of.”

“Hmmm.”

“Indeed.”

“Well, back to the psychological cause of this… What happened just before
your little problem started?”

“Nothing.”

“No. Something must have triggered this. Let’s see. Eight months ago
would have been October. What happened last October?”

“Nothing I can think of. Believe me, Dad, I’ve been through this with
better shrinks than you.”

“Well, of course. I’m sure you have.” Lionel nodded, swirling his drink as
both Luthor men drifted off into their own thoughts.

“Excuse me, son. I have to make a quick phone call.” Lionel stood and
finished his drink. “I’ll just go out in the hall for minute.”

Lex took the glass from his father. “Shall I make you another?”

“Yes. I’ll be right back.”

Moving to the door of the study, Lionel smiled. He knew exactly what had
happened last October. Martha Kent had confided that her son, Clark, had
finally gotten together with his long-time love, Lana Lang. Last Halloween
had been a magical, healing time for both of them, Martha had gushed.
Apparently it hadn’t been quite such a healing experience for his son.

Moving to the bar, Lex sighed and fought back tears. He knew exactly what
had happened last October. Clark and Lana had made love Halloween night.
Not only did Lex know this because his best friend confided it to him the
following day, but he also had happened to walk in on them in the Kent loft.
The loft where Lex had always imagined he and Clark would some day make
love. Fuck them! Or, it seemed, don’t fuck them – or anyone else for that
matter.
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Chapter Two – Clark

“Impotent? Clark, you’re 19 years old. How could you be impotent?”

“I don’t know, Dad. I don’t understand it. Lana and I have been together
since last Halloween, and things were great! I never had any trouble at
all. If you don’t count trying not to crush her or set her on fire as
trouble.”

Jonathan smiled. What a kid! “So what happened?”

“I’m not sure. I just… Well, the first time Lana said it happens to
everyone and she understood. She said even Whitney sometimes couldn’t… you
know. Which was weird, cause I wasn’t sure until then that Lana and Whitney
had been together. But anyway, after a couple of times she suggested I see
a doctor. When I refused, and things didn’t get better, she…”

“She?” Jonathan leaned forward anxiously.

“She tried stuff. You know. Unconventional stuff.”

“Like?” Jonathan felt himself stirring to hardness and shifted in his
chair. Details on Lana Lang’s naked activities definitely piqued his
interest.

“Well, strip tease dances. Lap dances. Giving each other massages. Other
stuff, you know.”

“No, I don’t know. What other stuff?”

“Dad!”

“I just want to help you, Clark.”

“Yeah, okay. Well, when just, you know, giving me head didn’t, well, didn’t
give me head,” Clark laughed uneasily. “Well, she started licking my, my…
my…”

“Asshole?” Jonathan interjected.

“Anus,” Clark said at the same time. Both men nodded and blushed.

“She did all kinds of stuff. We’d watch porno movies together with guys and
girls and guys and guys and girls and girls and orgies and everything. And
she’d act things out that we saw. Like dripping saliva into my hole, and
using her fingers and even dildos in me. All the time she’d be working on
my penis, but… well…”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing. Then when we took our graduation trip to Metropolis, she hired me
a prostitute. Not a cheap one, either. The best in the city. She was
beautiful and she knew every technique, but I couldn’t get it up. She did
suggest that maybe I’d get turned on watching Lana and her together, so Lana
went for that, too. Lana got off, but I didn’t. Now she’s asking if I
think it would help to watch her with another guy. I don’t know, Dad, that
seems just a bit too much I think. What do you think?”

Jonathan thought it sounded fantastic. But he couldn’t say that to Clark.
“I think if it would work, it would be worth a try. But I can’t see how it
would help after everything else you’ve done.”

“Yeah, that’s what I think.”

“Do you think Lana’s suggesting the other guy because she isn’t satisfied?”

“No! I swear, Dad, every time we’re together I make sure Lana comes. I do
everything else, you know, with every other body part I have and some I
bought at the sex shop. She definitely gets off – more now than before,
actually, since we’ve been trying so hard to… to get me hard. We have sex
almost every night, and often more. We just don’t have intercourse. No,
Dad, she has orgasms galore. That’s not her problem.”

“Then what is her problem?”

“She’s worried about me! And she’s worried about us. I mean, she thinks
that it must be because I don’t find her attractive, you know? She doesn’t
exactly say that, but when a girl puts on blonde wigs, shaves her vaginal
area, wears exotic outfits… You know?”

“Yes,” Jonathan sighed, remembering last New Years when Martha had worn the
short black wig, fishnet stockings, and fuck-me pumps. “Yes, I know.”

“But I do find her attractive! She’s beautiful. And I really love her. I
just wish I knew what’s the matter with me!”

Jonathan came back to earth, trying to banish thoughts of Martha licking
Lana’s shaved “vaginal area.” Clark had come to him for help and he would
try his best to help him.

“Well, son, I can only think of two reasons for this. The first is that it’
s an alien-thing. Some part of your development that we know nothing about.
In which case we can only do what we always do. Wait and cope as best we
can while we’re waiting. Constant sex with the woman you love, seeing to
her needs, and watching a lot of pornography seem to me to be fairly
positive ways of coping while you wait to see what happens.”

“I guess so.”

“I mean, unless you have personality changes or you begin to lose your
strength or develop other powers in conjunction with this, it might just be
a normal hormonal cycle for you.”

“Hey, that’s true!” Clark brightened.

“The other possibility is that it’s psychological.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, perhaps something happened that upset you enough to create this
problem.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. I have no idea. When did this all start, again?”

“This spring, about a month before graduation, I guess.”

“And was it gradual or all of a sudden?”

“Well, we had sex on a Friday night and it was fantastic. I mean, we did it
for over an hour with her on top riding me like a wild stallion, which is
both of our favorite ways,” Clark blushed, suddenly realizing he had been
describing his sex life in graphic detail to his father.

Jonathan blushed, suddenly realizing that imagining his teenage son’s cock
being ridden by his teenage girlfriend had gotten him rock hard. Both men
looked away, nonplused.

Clark continued. “Anyway, we even did it again before I took her home
Friday night. Then Sunday afternoon, she went down on me in the truck and
I couldn’t get it up. And never since then. So, suddenly, I think.”

“Did anything happen between those two times? Did you go out Saturday
night?”

“No. She had to work and you and I were plowing late into the night because
we’d had so much rain. Remember that weekend? We put lights out on the
fields and worked until almost 11:00? Anyway, that’s why Lana was so horny
Sunday, you know? We hardly ever skipped a day. Up till then.”

“Jesus, Clark.”

“Well, you said it yourself, Dad. We’re 19 years old. We like to have sex.
Or at least, Lana still does.”

“You’ve totally lost interest?”

“Mostly. I still go down on her and stuff. I really love to hear her moan,
you know, and feel her writhe around and shudder when she comes. I love to
make her happy. But I don’t long for it, like I used to.”

“And it doesn’t make your cock hard.”

“Nope.”

“Not even a little jolt?” Jonathan’s cock was jolting away at the moment,
imaging Clark making Lana shudder and moan.

“Not even a little.”

“Hmmm.”

“Yeah.”

“And that was the beginning of May, huh?”

“Around there, yeah.”

“Son, I’m going to have to contemplate this for a little while. But I
really don’t think you need to worry. You’re an alien, and it’s probably
normal for you.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes. Yes, I do. Now, you get some sleep, okay? And try to have a wet
dream, while you’re at it!” Jonathan laughed uneasily and quickly left
Clark’s room, hoping his son didn’t notice the bulge in his jeans.

In the hallway, Jonathan shook his head in dismay. He knew exactly what had
happen in the beginning of May. Saturday, May 1st, to be exact, the day
between when his son could get it up and when he couldn’t. That night, even
after all the physical labor in the fields Jonathan couldn’t sleep. After
midnight he’d finally given up, and with Martha sleeping soundly beside him,
sated by their lovemaking, Jonathan had left the house and taken a long
walk. A walk out to a certain run-down bungalow set back from the
interstate in the middle of a LexCorps owned cornfield. You could only get
to this shack on foot, and it was a 20-minute walk down a very dark path
from the highway or an hour hike from the Kent farm. But it was worth it.
Here was where Smallville men could be with other men in a town where no one
dared be openly gay. Whoever you saw there, whoever you fucked there, never
a word was said when you ran into them at the combine or the Dairy Queen.
It was a different kind of safe sex – in the over 20 years Jonathan had been
frequenting the place, not one person had slipped and revealed a liaison.

That night Jonathan Kent had walked in and joined the two men already there.
First he’d dropped his pants and Lex Luthor, on his hands and knees
doggy-style, had given him head like no one else but Lex could, while a man
he’d never seen before – probably a truck driver passing through – fucked
Lex hard. The other guy had left quickly as soon as he’d orgasmed, but Lex
had wanted Jonathan to stay. Without a word he’d drawn Jonathan back to lay
on top of him, and circled Jonathan’s waist with his legs. They’d kissed
passionately while Lex had stroked him to hardness again, and then he’d
worked out all his tension with his cock in Lex’s ass, fucking him for a
good twenty minutes before pulling out and coming all over Lex’s face. When
he’d gotten home around 4:00 in the morning, he’d slept like a baby and
awakened refreshed an hour and a half later to the smell of coffee wafting
up from his safe, heterosexual, nuclear family kitchen. And the next day
Clark couldn’t get it up. It was clear to Jonathan. Clark must have seen
his own father fucking another man.

In the bedroom, Clark fell back onto his bed, stunned. Psychological – it
had to be. He knew exactly what had happened that night he’d lost his
ability to get his cock hard. Strangely energized from all the physical
labor that night, he’d hung out in the loft until after midnight, jerking
off while watching Lana sleep through the telescope. He’d imagined flying
over to her house and fucking her awake. Lana usually loved to wake up with
Clark buried deep inside her. But they had finals on Monday and Lana had
been a real cunt about studying and getting enough sleep. They’d only
fucked twice Friday night and she’d insisted on being home by 11:00 to get
to bed – alone – so she could be alert to ace her finals. So he’d
masturbated for a while, and had come, of course. But he wanted more. He
wanted flesh.

He knew of the shack off the highway. Pete had taken him to it a few months
ago, and since then he’d been back once or twice. Or a couple of dozen
times. He had discovered he loved the feeling of a man’s cock inside of
him. The gentler the fucking the better, because it prolonged the intense
feeling. He could keep it up for literally hours when he was being fucked –
even if another guy was giving him a blow job at the same time. He and Lana
had taken to using butt plugs during sex, and he let her believe it was
something he’d learned about on-line.

When he got to the shack, his dick was throbbing and he was yearning to be
fucked. He’d rarely seen anyone there he knew. It was usually truck
drivers who stopped there, at least when he was there, although one time he’
d done two members of the football team and another he’d been fucked by his
swim coach. He’d always secretly hoped to see Lex there, but he knew that
was ridiculous. Lex had tons of girlfriends and was the most thoroughly
male man he’d ever met.

But he had never in a million years dreamt of seeing what he saw – his own
father, eyes closed in an ecstatic delirium, yanking Lex Luthor’s legs up
over his shoulders as he pounded his cock into Lex’s ass. Lex chanted, “Oh,
yeah, oh, yeah,” like some kind of mantra, and dug his hands into the
blanket on the mattress on the floor. But Clark noticed one thing that
Jonathan seemed to overlook. Even when his father had pulled his cock out
of Lex’s ass, and Lex had screamed with the wonderful pain, and Jonathan had
shot all over Lex’s face and Lex had reached up and pumped Jonathan’s cock,
making him come harder and longer, and even as Lex laughed and licked
Jonathan Kent’s semen off of his lips and pulled Jonathan into a rough,
come-soaked french kiss… Even through all of that, Lex’s cock had never
gotten hard. It lay limp and soft between his legs, even as Clark watched
his father fall onto Lex and lick every bit of his own come off Lex’s body.

It seemed so obvious that Clark couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized it.
Watching his father fuck Lex hadn’t made him impotent. Hell, that had
shamed him by making him as hard as he’d ever been. He had jerked off and
come as through the window he watched his father come all over his best
friend. But his cock had fallen limp in his hand as he’d noticed Lex’s limp
cock. And since that moment he’d never been turned on again. Almost 2
months had passed, and nothing – not even repeated nocturnal visits to the
bungalow to be fucked by anonymous strangers – had ever given him a hard on
again.
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Chapter Three – Lana

“I know it sounds crazy, Chloe! But I it will work!”

“I still don’t know, Lana.” She watched her best friend, who she loved like
a sister, refocusing the desk lamp to throw more light onto the bed.

Lana looked through the video camera again. “Perfect! I think it will be
perfect. Now don’t forget to be conscious of the camera. Try to make sure
your body is visible to the camera. But most importantly is to show your
face and to be obviously loving it. Clark likes to watch the faces. He
gets off on watching other people get off.”

“Or at least he used to?” Chloe asked pointedly.

“Right. Look, he has always been so hot for you, you know. And he loves to
watch pornography of threesomes, and of girls together. Plus, I know he’s
thought about you and me together before – he used to tease me about
sleeping in the same room with you. And I really, really think seeing me
with another guy will get him off. So—”

“So we videotape Pete and I having sex, then you coming home and –
surprise – finding us together and then – oh, hell, why not – Pete asks you
to join us and watches you and me make love and then, just for good measure,
you get your brains fucked out by Pete? Is that the plan?”

“That’s the plan.”

“It’s a terrible plan. Lana! You and I have never had sex. And you and
Pete have never had sex. This could be kind of uncomfortable.”

“Chloe, who loves Clark Kent more than the three of us?”

“No one, but—”

“So we have to do this, to help Clark. Chloe, I’m really worried about him!
He seems to be feeling like he’s less of a man or something. If you could
see how hard he works to make sure I’m happy every time we’re together. He
really wants to prove his manliness. I don’t know what will happen if this
isn’t resolved soon. It really, really bugs him.”

“Well, of course, it would.”

“He’ll love this. I know he will. Watching you and me together, watching
you and Pete. Come on, you have to know he and Pete played around a little
bit when they were kids. They have this… thing, you know? Watching the
people he loves most in the world all make love together. Watching me in
ecstasy. Watching you in ecstasy. Watching you fuck me with a strap-on—”

“What!?!”

“Well… Clark’s always fascinated with that in our movies.”

Chloe let go with an exaggerated sigh, acting put upon even though her
panties were so wet Lana could see the dark spot on her jeans. “Oh, well,”
she gave in. “I guess in for a penny, in for a pound.”

Lana jumped up and down gleefully, hoping her bouncing breasts were turning
Chloe on as much as the idea that soon she would be with Chloe was turning
her on. “Great! Thank you so much. You are the best friend a girl – or
guy – could ever have!”

“Yeah. Or the craziest. Lana, this is ridiculous. Really, I think you
should reconsider.”

“Would you stop already? It’s settled. You said you’d do it. Pete said he
’d do it. We’re doing it.”

“For Clark.”

“Who else?”

Chloe shook her head and laughed. “Who else? Look, I’ve gotta’ go, um, do
some stuff. But I will be back at 9:00, just like we planned. I’m not sure
why, but I’ll be here.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Chloe spontaneously turned back into the room and gave Lana a
hug. She pulled out of the hug and locked her lips on Lana’s. Lana’s eyes
got wide, but she kept her arms around Chloe and parted her lips. The kiss
deepened into some lingual foreplay, and Chloe only broke away when she felt
Lana’s nipples getting stiff against her own. Ah, summer and halter tops
with no bras! “That was a warm up. Now don’t forget,” she teased, “we’re
doing this for Clark.”

Outside the bedroom Chloe leaned back against the closed door. God, she
hoped this worked. That Clark did get turned on by seeing she and Lana
together. It was, after all, her fault Clark was impotent and Lana was
miserable. It was that damn night, May 1st. Workers of the world unite,
and all that. She’d come home late from her date with Pete, and she’d been
so horny. Oh, for a boyfriend like Clark, who took time to consider her
pleasure. Sometimes she came when she was with Pete, but it was just a
happy accident, not something Pete planned for. He was kind of focused on
his own pleasure, and she didn’t have the heart to tell him when she wasn’t
satisfied. So she’d gotten used to faking it and masturbating when she got
home. It wasn’t usually a problem, since Lana was generally out until all
hours with Clark.

But that night Lana had been asleep already when she got in. The moonlight
poured right through the window onto Lana, who was only partially covered in
the balmy, humid spring evening. Her nightgown was damp and her nipples
showed through the thin white fabric. Chloe didn’t mean for it to happen,
but she found herself standing right over Lana’s bed, naked, caressing her
own breasts and rubbing her own clit. Soon she got so into it she sat back
on her bed, but propped herself up on all her stuffed animals so she could
watch Lana in the moonlight as she got herself off.

The next day was when Clark suddenly was impotent. Chloe realized as soon
as Lana told her about it that Clark must have been watching her masturbate
over Lana through his damn telescope. Clark would realize that Chloe wanted
Lana, and would feel uncomfortable hurting Chloe again. Clark felt guilty
about the relationship, and probably wanted to push Lana and Chloe together.
That’s why every time he tried to be with Lana he wilted. Clark was the
sweetest guy on the planet, but there was no reason for him to suffer like
this. Chloe knew Lana was right – seeing this video of the two of them
together would finally turn Clark on so much he’d be able to make love to
her. Lana. Not Chloe. Lana. That was the point, after all. Get Clark
and Lana back on the fucking train. Right.

As soon as Chloe left the bedroom, Lana collapsed on her bed. This had to
work. She had to make Clark see that wanting Chloe didn’t mean she didn’t
want him or that he wasn’t man enough. This was all her fault, damn it!
Why had she let herself get so carried away that night? She heard Chloe
come in, heard her taking her clothes off. Lana had thought that Chloe
would just go to bed and then Lana could jerk off in front of the window for
Clark, who would undoubtedly be watching. But Chloe had masturbated,
whispering Lana’s name into the dark between her moans of pleasure. “Oh
God, yes, Lana, yes!” in a soft, breathy voice barely audible from across
the room.

By the time Lana was sure Chloe was sound asleep – thank heaven she snored
so it was obvious – Lana could barely stand it. She reached as quietly as
possible into the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out the butterfly
sex toy Clark had bought her for graduation. Slipping it on, she held it in
place and turned on the vibrator. The tiny nub hummed rhythmically over her
clitoris and the body fit into the folds of her vulva and slightly into her
vagina. The soft machine gently hummed and she began to rock back and forth
into the waves of pleasure. Stroking and kneading her breasts, she’d worked
herself into a full frenzy, coming just minutes later with a deep, long
tremor.

The next day, when Clark had trouble with his performance, Lana knew what
must have happened. He must have been watching first Chloe and then her
display their secret desire for one another, and now he felt inadequate as a
man. He felt his penis was unnecessary to her pleasure, and so he couldn’t
get it up. It made perfect sense. And making love with that prostitute had
obviously not been the right way to make Clark feel needed. But this video
would work. She knew it would. Rather than feeling like an unnecessary
appendage, Clark would be so turned on and want both she and Chloe so much,
he wouldn’t be able to suppress his erection. Maybe, Lana thought, I’ll
major in psychology in college. It’s so simple.
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Chapter Four – Pete

“Okay, wait a minute!” Clark laughed. “Pete?”

“Why not?” Lex acted hurt.

“Who do you have him fucking? My mother?”

“Damn, you’re good.” Lex smiled.

Clark threw the papers across the bed and they rained down on Lex’s naked
chest. “This is getting ridiculous!”

Lex sighed and sat up, gathering the loose papers. “The whole exercise was
ridiculous. I was just trying to oblige.”

“The exercise wasn’t ridiculous.”

“Was too.” Lex grinned.

“It worked didn’t it?” Clark demanded.

“Well…”

“You said you had writer’s block. You have a two million-dollar advance for
the unauthorized biography of your father, and you couldn’t write a coherent
sentence. So I tried to help.”

“With a ridiculous exercise.”

“It got you writing. Outrageous, unbelievable drivel, but at least the
sentences are coherent.”

“Thank you.”

“Any time.” That grin again.

“Just what part of the story was unbelievable, anyway?”

“Well, for one thing I would never say ‘shaved vaginal area’.”

“Hmmm. And here I felt I had really captured your voice.”

“Uh huh. Then there’s my dad fucking total strangers in a shack in a
cornfield.”

“Where else would the shack be?” Lex protested. “We’re in Kansas.”

“I can buy Lana and Chloe, all right. But Lana and me?”
“There was a time.”

Clark shook his head adamantly. “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far
away.”

Lex smiled. He loved that Clark was so over Lana.

“And,” Clark continued, “You wrote the story as if the whole past year had
never happened.”

Lex nodded. “That’s because I wish it hadn’t.”

“And Pete and I never fooled around when we were kids.”

“You sure?” Lex teased.

“I’m pretty sure I’d remember that. But the most unrealistic part of the
whole story,” Clark continued, “is its premise.”

Clark lightly caressed Lex’s thigh and brought his hand to rest on the
bulging crotch of Lex’s silk pajamas. Clark almost growled. “Like you
could ever be impotent.”

Lex sat forward and moved into Clark, grabbing the boy’s lower lip with his
teeth. “You wrote the first sentence, remember?” The kiss deepened.

“Only to inspire you,” Clark sighed as Lex trailed kisses along his jaw and
down to his neck.

“Well I’ll admit, it worked.” Lex breathed in the smell of Clark as he
nibbled his earlobe.

Clark burst out laughing. “That tickles!”

Lex executed a brilliant and lightning-fast move that flipped Clark under
him on the bed. They lay naked chest to naked chest, silk pajamas on top of
flannel, with papers crumpling underneath them. “I’ll show you what
tickles, farm boy!”

Clark giggled. “Smooth move. Almost at super-speed.”

Lex winked as he lowered his lips to Clark’s. His tongue moved deeply into
Clark’s yielding mouth, then out again as he caught Clark’s lips in a series
of tender, sweet kisses. Lex pulled back slightly and gazed into his friend
’s eyes. “I may be a mere mortal, but I do some things fairly well.”

Clark couldn’t bear the separation and lunged up to catch Lex’s mouth. He
held Lex in the warm kiss until Lex moaned deeply, then released him and
fell back onto the pillow, sighing. “Lex, there is nothing mere about you.
And you do everything fairly well.”

Lex had to laugh in spite of his growing arousal. Laughing during sex was
not something the old Lex Luthor ever dreamed of. Sex was a serious
business, with objectives to be met like any other activity. But since he’d
focused his sex life solely on Clark Kent, Lex seemed to laugh in bed all
the time. “Fairly well, huh? I can think of at least one thing I do better
than that.”

Clark wiggled underneath Lex, loving the sensation of Lex’s hard cock
against his thigh. “Yeah? What might that be?”

“I fuck Clark Kent exceptionally, extraordinarily, incredibly well.” Lex
nipped Clark’s nipple as he shifted his weight. Two sharp intakes of breath
accompanied the meeting of cock tips through fabric.

“You think so, do you?” Clark managed in a husky whisper.

Lex raised himself up and pulled down his pajama bottoms. “Uh huh.”

“I think I’d like some proof of that bold assertion, Mr. Luthor,” Clark
teased as he struggled out of his pj’s, as well. “Think you can prove it?”

“Oh…” Lex laughed freely and nodded as he looked at Clark’s incredible
muscles, hard cock, sensuous hands, irresistible lips and, most importantly,
laughing eyes so full of love and trust. “Oh, yeah. I think I can prove
it.”

Lex abruptly jerked Clark’s legs straight up into the air and pushed them
back onto the bed. Taking Clark’s hands Lex pulled him down the bed and
moved his head down into Clark’s ass. Blowing gently on Clark’s hole drew
little yips and moans from the boy. Darting his tongue over Clark’s balls
and over and into his opening turned the inarticulate noises to “Oh, God.
Oh, God, Lex. Yes.” Clark let go of Lex’s hands and grasped the
bedclothes.

Lex licked all around Clark’s tiny opening, loving to watch the rim contract
with involuntary spasms of anticipation. He rimmed Clark and teased him
with his tongue delving into him until Clark’s words became an incantation
of “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Withdrawing his tongue and inserting a finger deep into Clark, Lex sat back
on his haunches and gazed at Clark Kent, 19 years old, astonishingly
beautiful, kind, good, trusting, perfect – with his feet back over his head
and his ass in the air, wriggling to pull Lex more deeply into him. In
total control, Lex calmly asked, “Yes, what, Clark?”

Clark moved his ass further off the bed as Lex attempted to withdraw the
finger. “Yes, fuck me, Lex. Please fuck me.”

Lex grabbed Clark’s raised ass and squeezed both cheeks, pulling Clark to
him again and kissing and licking his hole. “How would you like me to fuck
you, Clark?” Lex murmured as he spread Clark apart and fucked him as deeply
as his tongue would go.

Clark yelped. “Oh, please! Fuck me exceptionally, extraordinarily,
incredibly well.” He let out a little scream. “If –” Clark tried to stop
squirming with Lex’s tongue licking into him. “If you think you can.”

Lex matched Clark’s laughter with his own, meeting the taunt with a sudden
jerk of Clark’s body down to the edge of the bed and a violent thrust of Lex
’s cock into the barely prepared hole. It was Lex’s turn to scream, as the
friction and tightness of the sudden penetration caused him the pain it
could never cause Clark. Nothing ever felt so right.

Lex stilled himself to gather his bearings, buried to the hilt in this
perfect boy, his cock throbbing and burning with equal parts pain and
desire.

“I love you, Lex,” came the voice of an angel. A super-hero-alien-farm-boy
angel.

And Lex exploded into orgasm, pumping his semen deep into Clark’s tight ass
in the only pre-mature ejaculation Lex had ever experienced.

Clark laughed as Lex pulled out of him. Lowering his legs he caught Lex
around the waist and drew him in so he could reach out and stroke Lex’s
cock. He milked Lex of every ounce of come he could, continuing to laugh as
the warm fluid shot onto his chest and finally oozed out onto his hand.

Lex fell forward and buried his face in Clark’s chest. “I have never, ever
done that before. Even when I was 14 years old and just learning I have
always, always, always made my lover come first."

“I’m sorry,” Clark said as he stroked Lex’s taut muscles with one hand and
sucked Lex’s come off the other hand.

“You don’t sound sorry.” Lex replied.

“Okay,” Clark conceded. “Maybe I’m not.”

Lex pushed himself up and their eyes met. “You never said that you loved me
before.”

Clark was suddenly totally serious. “I meant to.”

Lex nodded.

“I did. I have always loved you, Lex. From the moment I saw you. I
thought you knew.”

Lex shook his head.

“I got you out of that institution. I protected you from your father. I
told you the truth about me. The whole truth, including how you could kill
me.”

Lex smiled. “You’re right. I guess I should have known.”

Clark stroked Lex’s cheek. “No. I should have told you. I just thought –
I mean, the way you’ve changed.”

“That I must know?” Lex laughed. “You’re right. I knew. I had to have.
Why else would I let you in? How else could I feel so safe with you? Why
else would I smile and laugh so much since we’ve been together? I trust
you, Clark I must have known all along or I never would have been able to
trust you.”

Clark relaxed. “Thank God. I was beginning to feel really guilty.”

Lex raised himself away from Clark to stand at the foot of the bed. “Good.
You should feel guilty. Blurting out something so incredibly important just
to win the point.” Lex stroked his own cock.

“That was rotten. Truly despicable.” Clark agreed. “Lex,” he continued,
“what are you doing?”

Lex smiled. “You had to prove I only fuck you fairly well, no matter what
emotional manipulation it took, right?”

Clark began to catch on and met Lex’s smile with his own dazzling grin.
“Yes. And that was very, very bad.”

“And when you are very, very bad you must be punished, don’t you agree?”
Lex had coaxed his cock back to rock hardness.

“Definitely. Just how do you intend to punish me, Lex? I mean considering
I can’t really feel physical pain without the help of kryptonite?”

Lex once more lifted Clark’s legs into the air, this time bringing them to
rest over his shoulders so Lex could see Clark’s face as pulled his ass in.
“I intend to punish you by proving you are, after all, wrong and I am, after
all, right. I can fuck you exceptionally, extraordinarily, incredibly
well.”

Clark’s smile was million-watt. “I love you, Lex.”

Lex’s heart melted, but his cock stayed hard. “That won’t work this time,
farm boy.”

The End.
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