Date: Sat, 28 Mar 2015 22:09:53 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Starshot and Son

                         STARSHOT AND SON
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM
     [Note: This story involves a super-powered father and his underaged
son having a sexual encounter.  As always, my stories are fantasies with no
basis in reality either intended or implied, I personally have a clearly
defined border between fantasy and reality in my own life and can enjoy
these sort of stories with no desire to go out and emulate them in my own
life.  But if stories of this sort offend you, please, spare yourself and
read no further.  I write a wide variety of stories (it's what lets me stay
so prolific) so check back next week for a story of mine that may not go
too for you.]
     The children oohed and ahhed as I took thick metal bars over four
inches thick, and bent them into pretzels. "You won't be able to bend bars
this thick no matter how much you exercise." I told them. "But you can get
a lot stronger than you are now if you'll exercise regularly and often,
that I can promise you."
     "Let's see your heat vision!" one called out.
     "All right." I smiled. "Someone in the back have something they can
hold up for me?"
     The back rows exploded with books and notepads and such being lofted
in the air. I selected one in the very back row that looked cheap and
unimportant to its owner (I wasn't going to blast a schoolbook!), I said,
"Okay, you, the girl in the red blouse, hold that notepad carefully. I'm
going to poke a hole in it without catching the rest of the notebook on
fire, so nobody stand behind that notebook on me!"
     A couple of boys hastily moved aside and left me only a concrete wall
to splash against, all well and good. I focused in on the notebook and
"ptooo!" went my heat vision in one brief flash.
     And the girl's notebook gave a "poof" of smoke and she was left with a
doughnut of a notebook. I'd punched a hole some four inches across all the
way through it and the concrete behind had a blackened section.
     "I don't think I'd better do that again." I smiled regretfully at the
principal. "We don't want to bring down your auditorium here."
     "No, we don't." the principal smiled, too, but grudgingly. "Can we see
something tamer now?"
     "How about this?" I said and took to the air, floated rather than
flying over the heads of the students. I did some basic stunts,
loop-de-loops, somersaults, showing them that I really was in control of
myself here, not some helpless balloon.
     "How fast can you fly?" one boy asked me.
     "I can break the sound barrier." I admitted. "But I promised the
President I wouldn't do that except in emergencies."
     "I think we've kept Starshot long enough!" the principal said to the
group. "Thank you so much for attending our assembly today and we wish you
all the luck in the world in your struggles in the future."
     "Thank you for inviting me." I said. "And now, if you'll all forgive
me for a rather boring finish here, I'm going to simply walk outside rather
than break through your roof. Good-bye, everyone!"
     I got a resounding applause and smiled as I left by a side door. From
there, I could and did take to the air and flew out on the remainder of my
patrol. I try to keep the patrols random but comprehensive. Every spot in
the city, I try to look over at least three times a day. I can't be
everywhere for everyone, but maybe this way I can there enough to make a
difference. I also listened, people in distress would scream out my name,
and I could fly there in an instant, arriving with a sonic boom to save the
day once again.
     But today, I gave the city only a cursory lookover, grateful that
things were indeed as quiet as could be expected. I had to get home, my son
would be there by now and while he had his own key, I didn't like leaving
him alone any longer than I had to!
     Devin and I were alone in the world, ever since the accident. The odd
meteor that had struck our house had killed my mother and father, two young
brothers, my wife and daughter. My son had been playing outside some
distance away with a friend, but I had been there when my entire world
exploded all at once, my family dying in mid-movement.
     It didn't kill me, and why, I'll never know. But my powers as Starshot
developed from that day. Something in that meteorite had energized my
body. Invulnerability, the ability to fly, superstrength, superspeed,
superhearing, heat vision and telescopic and microscopic vision (but no
X-ray vision, I had to open boxes to look inside like everyone else!). The
newspapers had tried to give me the moniker of "Superman" anyhow, and I had
quickly devised this super identity and costume (I'd simply covered my head
in a black hood before then) and declared myself a superhero with a name
I'd thought was safe. Starshot! Turns out the name wasn't untouched after
all (a minor character in the comics), but at least I could fashion myself
an image mostly untainted by comic books of the past to fill people's minds
with inaccuracies.
     Mostly to fight any similarity to Superman, I'd chosen to make a
costume of yellow with green and red piping on it, and donned a red domino
mask so people could see that my hair wasn't blue-black, but a pale brown
in color, my face was not square-jawed like Superman's, but rounder and
more stolid in shape. It had worked, my name for myself had taken hold and
Superman had gone back into the pages of comic books.
     My family's estate was enough to let me not have to work for a living
for a while, which was good, because between being the guardian of freedom
and justice, and being a father to a boy who no longer had a mother or
grandparents. Time to quit being one for a few hours and be the other!
     I made it home quietly and changed into my "work clothes" because I
pretended to work so my son wouldn't question my constant absences. I
walked in the back door and from there wended in to the hallway that let
onto my bedroom, my son's, and the bathroom.
     I heard my son's voice as a soft murmur from his room. He had gotten
home early, must have caught a ride from a neighbor. "Starshot, ooh,
Starshot!" I heard, and smiled. My son didn't know I was Starshot of
course, you don't count on a child to keep a secret and I didn't like to
think of what would happen if anyone did learn who I was. Criminals out for
vengeance be damned! Our own government was likely to try to blackmail me
into doing their bidding! So far I hadn't been approached for anything like
that, but I feared it as much as anything.
     My son didn't know I was Starshot, but that didn't keep him from being
one of Starshot's biggest fans! I'd bought him a Starshot huggable doll,
nearly as big as he was, and he had promptly put it in his bed and would
snuggle up against it after I tucked him and it into bed at night. My son
was far from the only young fan devoted to the doll (I'd had to order it
special to get it at all), so I didn't put any worries into it. After all,
wasn't Starshot the ultimate hero of heroes, strong, brave, honorable and
kind?  And what man doesn't want to be a hero to his son?
     "Oh, Starshot, yes, oh, harder, harder!" my son groaned out, and I
blinked. That didn't sound like someone playing, that sounded like....
     I opened the door as quietly as only a superhero could. My son was on
his bed, stark naked, he had the Starshot doll under him between his legs,
and was humping up and down on it. I couldn't see just what he was doing,
but I saw enough!
     As quietly as I had opened it, I closed his door again. Used my powers
to float back to the end of the hall to the kitchen, and then stomped and
called out, "Devon! Devon, Son, I'm home!"
     "Hello, Daddy!" came his happy shout and I waited in the kitchen for
him to come in. He did, wearing a pair of shorts he'd hastily donned, no
doubt, and I scooped him up and hugged him tight, while my brain reeled
within me.
     Children are exposed these days, far too young, to sex, in ways that
you and I never did. They only need to click a computer mouse button to see
everything. But they're still just children, the images and the feelings
they rouse get all twisted around and changed into something bizarre. In my
son's case, no doubt, seeing two bodies, homo or hetero, locked in joyful
union had combined with his hero worship of my super alter-ego, and he was
expressing it the only way he could.
     What could I say to my son, to convince him that this wasn't what he
should be doing with his life? I mean, if this was how he started, where
would he end up, anyway? A few choice words now, they could change his life
for good, and for the better. But what words could I, his father, say to
him that he'd listen to?
     Not his father. Starshot! If Starshot were to have a gentle talk with
him, explain how this wasn't something that little boys should be doing
with his huggable dolls. Then, tell him how these games are only for
grownups and a sensible boy waits until he grows up to try such
games. Sure, that was the ticket.
     Armed with that thought, I settled into everything's-normal mode with
my son. Given my crime-fighting secret life, I was pretty adept at doing
that anyhow, I just had more to cover up tonight than usual. I fed him,
played games with him and then tucked him into bed as usual at nine o'clock
at night, him snuggling up to his Starshot doll.
     Then I nipped back to the shed in back where I changed back into
Starshot. Time for me to make another personal appearance!
     My son's window was overlooking the same back yard where I now was, so
I floated myself up to his window and tapped at the window. Devon wasn't
asleep yet, though he wasn't humping his Starshot doll, thank God, so he
looked over, his eyes widened and he reached quickly for the light. I could
see in the dark, did I forget to list that among my powers? It was.
     But with the light from his room streaming out, he saw me
clearly. "Starshot!" Devon yelped.
     "Hello, Devon!" I said heartily. "Can I come in?"
     "You sure can!" he agreed and opened the window for me. I drifted
inside and lowered myself as dramatically as I could, landing on one foot
then setting the other one down as Devon watched me in awe. "Wow, Starshot,
it's really you!" He gushed. "I can't believe you're standing here in my
bedroom like this! Oh, wow!" He was wearing only a pair of his older
briefs, ones I thought I'd thrown away, they were so loose and saggy on his
body. He must have fished them out of the trash when I wasn't
looking. Well, I was Starshot, I wasn't supposed to know about such things.
     "I was just flying by and thought I'd drop in and see how you're
doing." I told him with a smile designed to charm and disarm. I'd practiced
that reassuring smile before the mirror, so I used it with confidence. "I
see you have a Starshot doll in bed with you."
     "Yeah, want to see it?" Devon's hand grabbed mine and he nearly
dragged me to the bed. I could have held firm and kept him from moving me,
of course, but I was trying for "good buddy" here and so I went with
him. Devon managed to go from walking on the floor to crawling on his knees
on the bed, still dragging my hand. I stopped at the edge of the bed,
though I think he'd planned to get me to get in bed with him, even.
     He dragged out the doll. "Yeah, here's the doll of you." he said as he
waddled on his knees over to right in front of me with it. "I sleep with
him every night." he showed it to me.
     "I understand you've been doing things besides sleeping with my doll."
I ventured.
     "I was playing games with it, yeah," Devon dropped the doll, "but only
because you weren't here." His other hand came in and landed right at my
crotch. "Now you're here, I can play with you instead."
     "Now, now, Devon, you can't do that!" I stammered out. God, it had
been so long since I'd had sex, since I'd become Starshot in fact. The
simple truth was, I was afraid of myself, of my powers. Ever since my
superstrength had shown up, I had to be extra careful handling things or I
destroyed them. Make love to a woman? I'd split her wide open! Or could!
     But Devon's hands were fondling my cock through my costume's trunks
(I'd used a thicker material and foregone underwear with them, the other
material was thinner so it could be form-fitting, so underclothes was out
of the question unless I wanted to deal with the male version of panty
lines), and the feel of a hand, any hand, down there was turning me on so
fucking much!
     "It's okay, Starshot, I've watched how to do it a whole lot!" my son
gushed at me. "I know just what to do."
     "But...but...." I stammered. Jesus, my tongue didn't want to say
anything to stop him! With a supreme effort, I reached down and caught his
hand, pulled it away from my now-rampant erection tenting out my
trunks. "Now, Devon, you shouldn't do things like this with me. It's not
right, you have to remember that...."
     Devon didn't let my capturing his hand slow him down, he used his
other hand, and when I caught that in the other one, and lifted both of
them high up so he couldn't squirm away from my grip (gently, always had to
be gentle!), Devon rose up on his feet and then gave a jump and wrapped his
legs around my waist. I was standing instead of lying down, but now I was
in the very same position as his doll had been, Devon in a position to be
fucked by me!
     His crotch was rubbing against my already-hard dong, and his legs were
helping him slide his body up and down on me. Shit, my son had been
practicing on his Starshot doll a lot, and now he had me to put it in to
practice! "Oh, God, Devon, please, don't do this."
     "Why not, Starshot? Don't you like me? Don't you want to do this with
me?"
     Again, my tongue refused to form the words for me. Starshot didn't
believe in lying, it chided me, if you are ever caught in a lie, then
people will stop believing in you. You're not just a man now, you're a hero
and a symbol.
     Okay, truth. I took a deep breath and started, "It's not that I don't
want to do this with you, it's that...."
     "Great! So, how about you lie down on the bed for me, Starshot?
Please?"
     I took another shuddering breath and said. "Okay, I'll lie down for
you but really, can we talk about this then?"
     "Sure, Starshot, sure!" Devon promised. He was riding my waist, so all
I had to do was turn around and lie across his bed, and I let go of his
wrists then and sagged back. Was I really this tired, just lying down was
like all my strength had ebbed out of me.
     "Now, Devon, you have to understand that there are two types of
things, some are the right things to do and some things are just not right,
don't you see?"
     Devon's hands were tugging at my trunks, they were what held my
costume's upper part in place, same way your own pants hold your shirt
in. He was able to pull them down easily enough and my still-standing pud
sprang up in front of him. Devon caught hold of it soon as it was free and
his little, warm hands on my cock were delightful beyond words. I just
groaned and gave up, entirely. I'd be totally ashamed of myself
afterwards...but my brain firmly told my conscience to shut up until after
and I was helpless.
     Devon stood long enough to strip off his briefs, and then he
said. "You have to be slicked up first, okay?"
     "Okay!" I gasped. I wondered at this. Turns out the little scamp had a
tube of sex gel for lubrication (how had he got hold of the stuff?), and he
squirted it over my prong liberally. The tube had shared his bed with him
and was warmed from his body heat still, and that warm lotion on my dong
only made me moan again. Oh, God, it had been so long now, over a year, I
hadn't even touched myself in a year, afraid of blasting holes in
everything around me when I came, and now, now, my son had my dong greased
up.
     Devon couldn't be planning on fucking himself on me, he had to be
planning to just rub up and down on me. That wasn't so bad, really, call it
experimentation on his part and after, I could gently tell him not to do
this sort of game again. He'd listen to Starshot, to his hero, and make a
promise and that would be that. I knew I was justifying myself, giving
myself this one sexual session with my son before I acted like I should to
begin with, but...it had been so long!
     Devon stepped forward so that his feet were at my waist and then he
squatted down. I watched in silent astonishment as he matched his ass up
with my cock and proceeded to push the glans up against his sphincter.
     "Devon! What are you doing?" I gasped.
     "Don't worry, Starshot, I know what to do. Honest!" he gasped as he
moved, winced, and then gritted his teeth and pushed down again. His
sphincter was tight as hell around my glans, and then there was a popping
feeling and it slid inside him and Devon closed his eyes and moaned.
     "Are you all right, Son?"
     "I'm okay, Starshot! I just have to get used to it."
     "All right, then, So--, Devon." I corrected myself. Had I slipped on
that term before? Devon moved on me and more of my cock slid into him and I
forgot all about it.
     "Oh, yeah, come on, that's the way, slide on down on it, Devon."
     "You bet, Starshot! I'd do anything for you!" Devon swore and he began
to squirm some more.
     Hero worship. I'd experienced it before of course, but this was the
first time I'd let someone express it so completely. My own son, and he was
worshiping my body completely. Not as his father, but as the superhero that
flew through the skies and rescued children in trouble. Devon wormed about
on me until he had driven a substantial length of my prick into his ass,
then he began to bob up and down just like he'd done on the Starshot
doll. He'd been practicing for this time, for the time when he'd finally
get Starshot in his bed with him, and now he was putting his practice to
use.
     I had worried about having sex, because I'd have to be gentle. But
here, I wasn't even having to move. My son was making all the moves, and I
couldn't hurt him, even as my joy spread through my body and I found that
my super powers were enhancing this as well. I felt charged and filled with
power like never before. Or was that the sexual joy, deprived from me for
so long, that I'd semi-forgotten what it was like.
     All I know is that I felt wonderfully delighted, and I watched my son
bouncing gleefully up and down on my dong and nothing about it felt the
least bit wrong. I hadn't felt like this since the meteor had struck, and
irradiated me with its power, and I'd become Starshot. Now I was feeling
that way again, and all because my son was riding my dong!
     "Oh, God, Devon, this is good, so good, oh, God, yes, more, more,
more!" I panted. Choosing my words still, I couldn't let him know it was
his father who was fucking him. "I need this, I need this!"
     "Yeah, Starshot, more, more, harder, harder!" my son panted.
     Not knowing what I was doing, I reached up and pulled him down onto
me, and with a growl deep in my throat I rolled us both over and now I was
kneeling on the floor, my son on the bed, and I was able to fuck him and
fuck him I did.
     "Yeah, Starshot, that's it, ooh, yeah, I want it, I want it, fuck me
harder, fuck me harder!"
     "Yeah, Son, God, yeah, such a good ass, so good, yeah, yeah!"
     "Oh, oh, Starshot, oh, it feels good, good, oh, oh, OH, OH,
OHAHHAHHHHHH!"
     I felt my son's shuddering little-boy orgasm and his ass was clenching
at my cock, and I felt my own climax hitting me. "Oh, oh, I'm coming, I'm
coming, hang on, I don't know how hard I'll shoot, oh, oh, I'm coming, OH,
OH, AH, AH, AH-GUHHHH-HUHHHHH!"
     I felt my jizz flying and it shook my son's body as it blasted into
him. I didn't know what this was doing to him, but I was helpless, that
feeling like when the meteorite had energized me was more powerful than
ever.
     I felt that power, it shook me, through me, out of me in the wads of
jizz and into my son's ass, and Devon took it all.
     "Oh, oh, oh, Son, I'm sorry, Son, I'm sorry!" I gasped as my climax
finally let go of me.
     "It's okay, Daddy!" Devon groaned as I fell onto him, panting hard, my
elbows kept me from crushing him under my own weight. "I love you, Daddy, I
love you!"
     "I love you, too, Son." I moaned and rested my head on his forehead
and my mask slipped on my face and then I remembered. Oh, shit! My secret
identity!
     I jerked up. "Son, oh, God, Son!" What could I tell him. "I'm sorry
for fooling you into thinking I was Starshot, but...."
     "It's okay, Daddy!" Devon said, then he breathed to me in a
whisper. "I know you're Starshot."
     "You know? You knew?" I was still breathing hard, but this was rocking
my world! "How long?"
     "I dunno. Maybe two months." Devon said.
     "But...but how did you know?"
     "Daddy, you fly down and land in the backyard." Devon pointed out. "I
saw you and watched you go into the shed, then you came back out in your
regular clothes."
     "Oh." I mused. I had been so careful about blocking the view of things
from everyone else, I hadn't considered how his bedroom looked right down
on everything! "And you haven't told anyone?"
     "Of course not, Daddy! I know I'm not supposed to tell anyone, ever,
ever, ever!"
     "Well, then." I sighed. "I guess it's all right then." If a kid can
keep a secret for two months, he can keep it forever.
     "And we can keep doing this, can't we?" Devon hugged me with his naked
body and I felt his ass still hanging onto my cock.
     I had to smile. "I guess so, Son. But for now, we'd better get ready
for bed." I could start keeping the costume indoors, a good thing, I'd had
to shake out all kinds of bugs from it in the past.
     I got up and sighed as I stuffed my limp, sticky dick into my suit
trunks again. All that energy in me, it had been building up, I guess, in
more ways than one.
     As I turned to go, I heard Devon say, "Daddy?"
     "What is it, Son?" I turned around and my mouth fell open. Devon was
lying over the bed.
     Not on. Over. About two feet up from it, in fact. My first experience
with my new powers had started about the same way, only for me, it was when
I was sitting in a chair.
     "What's going on, Daddy?"
     I had to smile as Devon found himself able to control and move about
already, he swarmed in the air toward me. "What's going on? It looks like
Starshot just got himself a partner, that's what! Here's to Starshot and
Son!"
                             THE END
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