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Superman was surprised but not alarmed when the call came from the Kandorian scientist. He knew the man involved was working on the tapes that his father Jor-El had created and secreted on the same experimental rocket that had ferried him to Earth as a young boy just shy of three amzhets of age (four Earth years, an "amzeht" is the Kryptonian year, equal to about 1 year and 4 months), when he'd been put into the rocket, his memories of Krypton were essentially non-existent) and one of them had been found loose in the capsule, perhaps having fallen out of the holder where his father had placed it, or perhaps it was an irrelevant tape, showing something unrelated to the story of his father like the ones he'd retrieved so long ago.
The Kandorian, Gin-Ilv, had undertaken to restore the tape so that it could be viewed; he'd been working on it for over a year. He must have finally restored as much of it as he could, and it was time for Superman to see what he had found.
A glorious vision of blue and red muscled male Kryptonian hero, he strode into the room in the Fortress of Solitude where Gin-Ilv waited, the Kandorian had used the enlarger ray on himself to give himself a few hours' time of full size to meet with Superman. "How goes it, Gin?" he asked. He didn't pronounce it with the soft "G" like the alcoholic beverage, but with the "hard G" sound as in "gate." "Have you managed to restore any part of the tape?"
"Very little, I'm afraid." Gin-Ilv stated. "A few frames of only a few seconds' time, but the date code on it was intact, it was made a few months before the death of Krypton."
"But that's good." Superman said. "With the memory enhancer, we can call up my own memories of the events, if I were present as a child."
"You were, indeed." Gin-Ilv, a dignified patriarch of a man, seemed genuinely sympathetic. "Perhaps the best thing I can do is show you the salvaged video and you can make your own decision about recalling these memories."
He gestured to the screen and Superman stood and watched. Gin-Ilv had slowed the tape down so that the two seconds of the surviving video lasted some forty seconds, but it showed all too clearly what Jor-El and his own infant self were doing.
Jor-El had his younger self in his laboratory where he labored to build a rocket to save his people. He was sprawled on a lounging-like chair while young Kal-El was crouched between his legs, and Jor-El's sturdy, thick Kryptonian dong was being slurped on lustily by his son's agile and eager mouth. Gin-Ilv played the sound at normal speed at the last seconds of the video, and Jor-El's voice moaned and said, in Kryptonian, "Ah, Kal-El, my son, suck my...." And the tape was ended.
Superman had watched the tape with intent and astonished silence, but when the screen went dark, he whirled about to face the man, "Are you telling me that my father and I...."
"You were seduced in your infancy by your own father." Gin-Ilv said. "Your own actions are innocent, you were too young to understand anything done to you."
"I was sucking my own father's cock!" Superman was reeling by this. "I can't believe it! This must be some sort of trick, the tape must be faked...."
"I have been in possession of the restored tape for over a month." Gin-Ilv admitted. "First I verified the tape had not been altered or manipulated, then I met with several Kandorian psychologists--discreetly--to discuss the best course for us to take. I have revealed this as softly as I could, now you must decide whether you wish to undertake the memory enhancer to explore this further."
"My memories can prove my father's innocence." Superman said.
"Or it will verify beyond any doubt that he did in fact seduce you as a child." Gin-Ilv forced him to confront the alternative. "In which case, you may be happier leaving the memory behind. You are the only one who can make that choice."
Superman didn't hesitate for an instant. "I want you to restore my memory of that time."
Gin-Ilv bowed. "I expected you to say that. I have brought the memory restorer. It is in this room..." he gestured.
"Let's go." Superman led the way to the room where the rather large device, looking like a high-technology lounge chair, awaited him. He sat in the chair, Gin-Ilv placed a large disc to his forehead, stepped to the console and, at Superman's nod, he pressed the switch.
* * * * *
There was a moment of falling into nothingness, of feeling as if one were a ghost. Superman had been through this before, he waited for the memory to clear, to become a part of it once more.
He was a child once again, sitting on the floor of the laboratory on a blanket, playing with a toy. It changed colors and forms and sounds as he moved it and all this was a source of great amusement and intrigue to him, there was a pattern you had to follow if you wanted a blue cube to become a red globe or a green pyramid. All corners were rounded, of course, so that he was in no danger, nor did any shape extend long enough to pose a cutting or stabbing hazard, and the toy itself was soft and warm to his touch....
"Kal?" came his father's voice.
Kal-El looked up at his father's serious face. "Daddy?" he said. There was a stirring at Jor-El's loins, a brief movement and Kal-El looked down at the red trunks of his father and saw there a bulge creeping out slowly, forming a small mountain that distended the trunks with a soft, rounded knob.
Jor-El's serious expression became a smile, which faded back into that serious, intent look. Kal recognized it as one his father wore when he was involved in an experiment, as if he had to concentrate exactly to make everything right. He held out his strong arms to his son and Kal-El rose to his feet and let those hands and arms enfold and lift him. He wound up sitting on one powerful forearm while the other grasped his outer shoulder and his face was lifted thus toward his father's mouth and Jor-El kissed him. Kal-El accepted the kiss in all the tender trust that any child holds toward his father and his lips parted when Jor-El's tongue slid inside his mouth and toyed with his teeth and slathered his tongue with his fatherly saliva. The lips of Jor-El were pressed firmly on his boyish lips and he couldn't have released himself even had he wanted do. It was more than the kisses he'd had before, this kiss seemed to reach in and envelope his very soul, drawing it into his father's own and making the two of them a single, unified being.
"Ooh, Daddy!" Kal-El breathed when his father released his lips. "That good!"
Jor-El had been moving as they kissed, they were now at the small bed in Jor-El's study, where Jor-El slept when he wished a short nap to recover himself between experiments, and didn't wish to disturb his wife and son in the main quarters. Superman realized that this was the lounge-like chair he had seen in the tape. Lying on his back, Kal-El giggled as his father pulled down his shorts. "Me not messy." he told his dad.
"I know, Son." Jor-El told him. "I need to take off your shorts so I can do this."
Kal-El gasped as his father's lips seized his little willy and drew on it with soft, urging lips. The strong man's tongue plied over the soft balls and his little son groaned in his delight as his body was seized with pleasure he'd never known before. "Ooh, ooh, Daddy!" he gasped out. "Me feel tummy funny!" he actually felt the funny feeling lower down, but he didn't know the words for it, not his cock, but near it, very near, if he could only define just where it was, it seemed to be everything and nowhere, it was...it was in his brain! "Oh, oh, OH, DADDY!" Kal-El screamed out and he shook and shivered as the pleasure ravished him like a wild animal. He had never felt this before, not even close, and now it was his entire world! He never wanted this to end, not ever, ever, ever! It went on only a few seconds, and then he felt it subside like water running out of the drain from the basin, gone, never to be seen again. "Oh, oh, Daddy!" He sagged onto the bed and panted heavily. "That was good, Daddy, good! He wanted a better word for the glory he had never felt before. "What was it?"
"I made you climax, Kal." Jor-El told him gently. "It's the best feeling in the world, isn't it?"
"Uh-huh!" Kal-El said vehemently. "Very best!"
Jor-El stood over his child and his hands moved onto the red trunks he wore with his green tunic and hose. His hands moved and his fat dong plopped out, an arc of majestic tumescence as it rose up to expose the reddened glans. "Think you can do that for me, now, Son?"
"Huh?"
"Can you suck it for your Daddy?" Jor-El asked him intently. That look again.
"Okay, Daddy." Kal-El said.
He sat up on the bed as Jor-El got onto it and laid back, his prong pointed skyward now. "Go ahead, Baby, suck your Daddy's cock."
Kal-El clambered up and now he was in position to suck, his little lips sank over his father's prong and his father instructed him in small words until soon he was bobbing his head up and down as he sent the firm dong in and out of his young, small mouth.
"Ah, Kal-El, my son, suck my cock, baby, suck it all out. Daddy's got a large hot package of love for you to suck out, so keep moving and Daddy will give it all to you. Faster, Son, now, faster, move fast as you can! Ahhh, that's it, suck like that, baby, I'm going to come now, coming, coming, AH-HAH-AH-AH, KUH-HUHHHHHH!"
The hot rush of salty seed into Kal-El's young mouth caught him by surprise, he gulped most of the first splash, but the second one caught in his mouth and the third sprayed his nose as he released the jetting organ, the spooge tickled his nose and he sneezed as the white splats hit his face twice more, his sneeze driving Jor-El's sperm out of his nostrils and he looked up with his eyes teared up, stinging from the spunk drizzling down into them from the line of white male love-juice adorning his forehead, and Jor-El was gasping hard.
Kal-El crept up and Jor-El looked at his jizz-splattered face and he smiled. "My son, my little come-monster, you sucked your daddy so good." He kissed his son's face, and his tongue licked to wipe some of the come from Kal-El's cheek. "Did you like it, Son, did you like sucking my cock?"
"It was good, Daddy." Kal-El agreed.
"You'll like what we do next time even more." Jor-El told him. "And when I'm done, I have some friends I'm going to want to have fun with you, too. Would you like that?"
"Yeah!" Kal-El agreed.
Superman's hand jerked the disc from his forehead and the memory faded back to the oblivion from whence it had come. He was shivering, it had been so damned vivid, it was like he was reliving it all over again!
"Are you all right, Kal-El?" asked Gin-Ilv with concern.
"I'm all right." Superman said. "But I need to ready the time machine." It was a gift to him from the Legion of Super-Heroes of the 30th Century some time ago, and he had used it but rarely. It could also travel in space at a high rate of speed.
"Where are you going?" Gin-Ilv asked.
"Krypton, before it was destroyed." Superman declared firmly. "I must find out what happened there and I can't do it from the memories of a small child. I have to go there."
Gin-Ilv had the presence of mind to give an obesience of understanding compliance. "I understand."
"My father's face was odd." Superman explained. "I think he was under some sort of compulsion. Not his own choices."
Gin-Ilv's face said he didn't believe that but he said, "Perhaps you are right."
"I know I am." Superman left the scientist immediately and went out into the night. He had a lot of thinking to do before he left.
* * * * *
The time sphere was a transparent orb that flew through the skies at a speed unknown to Earth in the 20th Century. Superman felt the rays of Rao, Krypton's red sun, as it stripped him of his super-powers. Returning to Krypton was a danger to him, the more so as he was so used to being invulnerable, he lacked some of the self-defense mechanisms that were second-nature to normal men. He wasn't worried about his landing, for the Time Sphere was cloaked from even Kryptonian detection equipment; 30th Century technology trumped even Krypton's due to future Earth's long contact with alien worlds and their technologies. He landed not far from Kryptonopolis and turned on the Sphere's invisibility shield, only he would be able to find it now. From there it was a short trek into Kryptonopolis. Ahead he saw the proud, sweeping spires circled by high walking strips that defied gravity, adding to the city's graceful, majestic beauty, Kryptonopolis was a study in scientific glory expressed in its architecture, and it spoke highly of the magnificent minds that dwelt there, the finest of which was his own father, Jor-El.
He'd been supplied with credentials from Kandor for his trip, they identified him as a qualified scientific assistant specializing in transportation technology, and as simple "Kal-El" (El was fortunately a common last name on Krypton), he sought out the offices of Moliom Jor-El.
Jor-El was in grave need of quiet assistance for his rocket research, and his interview with Jor-El, he explained that he believed Jor-El's dire predictions for Krypton's future and wanted to help; he was thus hired on the spot. He was given an apartment next door to Jor-El and Lara's own and started the next day working with Jor-El in the laboratory.
Jor-El seemed normal in his behavior, the studious and worried scientist laboring against time and in secrecy to save his people, and he helped his father struggle to find the solution to the escape from Krypton. It was painful for Superman as he wanted very much for his father to succeed, but he knew the past could not be changed however hard he tried, he'd learned that as Superboy. But nothing said he couldn't do his best to help his father defeat that inexorable outcome. And if he succeeded, so be it.
In the later part of the afternoon, Lara brought young Kal-El into the laboratory for Jor-El to babysit for an hour or so while she attended to her household chores. She worked with Jor-El and Superman in the laboratory the entire day while caring for Kal-El up until then, so it was a fair trade-off, overall.
"Kal." Jor-El said as soon as she was done. "Keep working on those circuits and see if you can bring their efficiency up to 85 percent or higher. I'll be back soon as I can." He picked up his son and took the babbling, bright child into the next room. Superman knew that there was Jor-El's study (which held the lounging-chair/bed) and that what went on behind those doors held the answer to Superman's mission here.
He would have to find out what was going on in that room. He knew a solution, Krypton's ventilation solution for their residences was to have a open slot at the top of the walls between different rooms. All he had to do was get up high enough and he could peer into the next room through the slot. He had even spent part of his day "coincidentally" setting up things in this room so that he could climb up and view the next room quietly. Krypton architecture had it fit up so that you couldn't hear anything through the wall even with the ventilation slot, but when you got right up next to it....
"Mmm, Daddy, mmm!" came Baby Kal's happy voice. "This is nice, Daddy, nice!"
Superman heard that and then he had his face up to the slot and could see his younger self and his father clearly.
Jor-El had his son's young ass up in the air and he was licking his boy's asshole! Kal was crooning with pleasure as he was plied by Jor-El's hungry tongue. Superman stared at this and felt his cock grow hard as it could be. Rao be praised, he could FEEL that tongue on his own ass, a long-lost memory of it happening to him so long, long ago. He shuddered and reached down, fondled the front of his red trunks now jutting out with the hard tool it contained.
"Now, Son." Jor-El told his panting son. "Next thing we need is for you to get my cock all wet and slippery, so let's have you suck on it a while."
"Okay, Daddy!" Young Kal cheered. Superman watched as his son sat on the edge of the chair, Jor-El stood in front of him and proffered his dong to his child. He watched as well how his young self happily scarfed it down and began moving with the speed of a happy, eager child playing a beloved game. He knew, KNEW, this was only the second meeting they would have had (he had timed his arrival to be on the day of that first fateful encounter, and that it had happened while he had been in the apartment next door, settling in to his life in the city.
Yet Kal-El was adroitly pleasuring his father's prick. "Yes, Son, that's it, get it all slippery and wet, just like I did your little bum-hole." Jor-El panted. His strong, handsome face was softened with his pleasure and he began to rock his hips so he could drive his prong deeper into his son's soft lipped, warm-moistened mouth.
Superman took out his own cock and began to pump it in time to his younger self's milking of his father's dick. He was so turned on, more than he had expected, more than he had realized he could be. He had all these half-remembered feelings racing through him, he was identifying with his younger self, he had a poundingly-hard erection and he pumped it with all the vigor his hand could give it.
Jor-El had his son before him on all fours, and he was in the process of easing his cock into his son's ass. Superman's eyes goggled out as he watched his younger self croon in pleasure as he was slowly impaled. His memory stirred again, he felt once more that huge shaft entering his young body, pure joy pouring into him its wake as it distended his small bowels, filling him utterly. He wasn't sure how his father had managed it, but young Kal, he remembered, was only experiencing happiness at having his dad's pud being driven up into him. He panted as he jerked his cock and watched himself being fucked by his father, who had begun to move his hips as he held onto his son's waist to hold the child still, the boy groaning in his joy.
Jor-El's hips were moving in a steadily increasing speed as he was seized by his passion, and the boy was crying out in pleasure as each thrust into his ass by his dad stroked his internal places.
Superman was shuddering himself as he heard his father and his younger self moaning in their pleasure. He could feel his climax approaching and he begged it to hold off, stay away, let him join them in this much, at least, let him wait until the couple below orgasmed to spew his own load. Let his moans combine with them to make a single sound of joy!
"Uh-uh-uh-uh!" Kal cried out as he shuddered in his boyish climax.
Superman felt his ecstasy rising within him, it would deny itself no longer! No, not yet, not now, not now!
"Oh, Son, oh, oh, Son!" Jor-El gasped. "I'm coming, Son, coming!"
"Mmm, mmm, mmmh!" Superman stifled his own cries of climax. He was going to burst!
"Ah-ah-ah-ahh, ahhh-AHHHHHHH!" Jor-El shoved his cock in deep and Superman saw the come nevertheless spew out around his shaft as he overloaded the small body of his son with his jizz.
Now, Superman told himself and he guttered out a moan of joy as he ejaculated heavily, "NNNN, NNNN-NNNNN-HHHHNNN!" The walls made splatting sounds as he creamed onto the wall below the slot, jetting his jism onto the metal divider.
Superman held onto the edge of the slot so he wouldn't fall after. Below him, he saw Jor-El and his son kissing with all tenderness and devotion. Jor-El loved him, Superman realized, whatever was going on here, Jor-El's only emotion was of tenderness toward his son. And he had watched Jor-El with Lara, he was devoted to her and had genuine love for his wife.
How, then, had Jor-El become sexually attracted to his son? It was unlike him, unlike his actions of the entire day. Only at this one time did they seem to take their love to this level.
There was more to this mystery than he'd thought. He'd have to investigate further.
He was back at work at his station when Jor-El and his son came out. Jor-El deposited his son on the blanket he laid out in the central area and the rest of the time they were nothing more or less than a busy father tending to his happy son. Young Kal played with his toys and was a good and obedient son. Jor-El was engrossed in his experiments, but remembered to look his son's way on a frequent basis. Lara returned and took the child away again and Jor-El and his unknown adult son labored well into the night.
Superman got a few hours' sleep and was back at his post the next morning. He had to find some time to investigate the room where Jor-El and his son were making love, something in there might be the triggering device. Or again, both times Jor-El had been here, in this laboratory, working when he had begun the act of seducing his son. Maybe something in here could be culprit.
He looked around and realized how hopeless that was. This was an experimental laboratory, devices built or partly built or pieced together in unknown ways, his knowledge of Krypton technology was almost useless here! To find an unknown device on top of that...hopeless, just hopeless.
The next afternoon, shortly before Lara came in with the child, Jor-El received visitors. Superman felt an odd sensation at these visitors, for he had encountered both of them in his own recent past, as criminals and prisoners of the Phantom Zone.
General Zod, wearing his military uniform in a delicate mauve save for red trunks, and an arrogant smirk on his face. Strong, handsome, and fearsome, Superman knew him as a deadly foe, who had been exiled to the Phantom Zone when he tried a military coup using "Bizarro" clones of himself to create an army of loyal cretins.
And Kru-El, Jor-El's cousin, who had been consigned for creating an arsenal of forbidden military weapons, wearing his regular green uniform with yellow stripes and red trunks of his own as if to mock his cousin's green-and-red choice of attire. If these two were acting in concert, Jor-El could be in real trouble.
But Jor-El greeted the General as an honored guest and Kru-El as a relative, with no sign of trepidation or concern. Superman realized that their crimes had not yet come to light, and perhaps not even been committed or conceived! He managed to let himself be introduced to them and they responded perfunctorily and turned away from him, he resumed his tasks of mixing experimental compounds for the rocket fuel.
"Where is your son, Jor-El?" General Zod asked. "You promised to have him here for us."
Superman dropped a beaker at those words.
"I have been making him ready, as you instructed, sir." Jor-El told the man. "He will now be able to pleasure you as he has done for me these past few days. My wife will be bringing him in to us in just a few minutes' time and she will then leave and we can do with him as you want."
Kru-El noticed Superman standing behind him, listening. "You should dismiss your assistant." he told Jor-El.
"I need him to finish those experiments."
"So send him on an errand for an hour or so." General Zod ordered.
Jor-El did, and Superman left the laboratory in a puzzle. Jor-El was a Moliom (Councilman) of the Science Council, which governed the entire planet, how could a mere General order him around like this. Yes, whatever was going on with Jor-El, these two were to blame!
How he wished now for his superpowers again! He could have re-entered the laboratory at super-speed, too fast to be seen, or even used a trick he learned from the Flash to vibrate himself through a wall without breaking it in. He was reduced to the mundane art of skulking back into the laboratory and hoping for the best.
The three were in Jor-El's study with his younger self, and Superman crept to his place up at the ventilation slot. He had to have more information, here.
Jor-El had stripped his son bare and was again tonguing his son's ass while General Zod and Kru-El waited, both playing with their cocks inside their trunks, pale white skin fondling identifcal red clothed bulges.
"You can see my invention controls him completely." Kru-El bragged. "He does everything I order him to."
"A good thing you are his cousin, or you'd never have been able to implant the device in his wall." General Zod said. "Is it truly attuned to the El family genetic structure.
"It is, indeed, in fact, I myself am finding myself falling under its effects." Kru-El panted. "I lust after the boy and can scarcely keep myself standing here. Anyone with the El family genes will fall under its effects and desire passionate sex with each other."
"I can also trace my ancestry to the Family of El, three generations ago." General Zod said. "It is having some effect on me, as well, enough to make plugging Moliom Jor-El's young son sound like a wonderful time."
"The El Family gene runs through some 27% of the peoples of Krypton." Kru-El explained. "It shouldn't be too strong an effect, I suggest you simply choose to enjoy it or to refuse it. You shouldn't feel compelled."
"Well, I think Moliom Jor-El has finished lubing up his son's butt for us. Now if the Moliom will come over here and lube me up as well, I'll start the fun." General Zod said.
Superman goggled as he watched his father crawl on his knees over to the arrogant, mauve-clad military man and lift the thick prick up and place it in his mouth. The General grunted and grabbed Jor-El by his ears and began to thrust at Jor-El's mouth.
"Look, Kal, your Daddy sucks a good cock, doesn't he?" Kru-El asked the young Kal.
"He's mean." Kal-El replied.
"Oh, your Daddy's enjoying it, just look at him." Jor-El was in fact bobbing quickly on the General's pud and Kru-El chuckled as he watched his cousin's submission. "Now, why don't you do the same thing on mine for me, Cousin Kal?"
"Don't want to!" Kal-El declared.
"Who said you got a vote?" Kru-El declared and grabbed the child's head and thrust it over his dong. Kal-El choked but bore up under it, and soon father and son were both sucking hard man cocks.
Superman found his body again responding as he remember-tasted the General's throbbing prong, but at least now he knew what was going on, as a member of the Family of El, he was under the same thrall his father and younger self were. The device must not be activated all the time, or it would have worked on himself and Jor-El other times. When this was over, he could reveal his knowledge and Jor-El would be freed of his constraints and could take action against these two.
General Zod pulled his prick out of Jor-El's mouth and said, "Now, I want you to stick your son onto my cock, Moliom, shove him down on it and make him fuck himself on my hard shaft!" The burly military man laid back on the bed and his cock jutted upwards imperiously.
"I understand." Jor-El said and moved to lift up his son, hold his boy's legs wide as he levered the small body over the demanding dong, and lowered him. Kal-El whimpered as he was lowered down onto the man's prick, but Jor-El said soothing things to him and Superman, watching, feeling how the traitorous steel-hard cock had hurt when he'd felt it in his infancy, snarled in his anger at seeing his younger self violated so blatantly. But his cock demanded attention and he began to pump it as he saw his alter ego begin to bounce up and down, moaning.
"Jor-El, get to work on my dick while I wait my turn with your son." Kru-El demanded, waggling his prong at his cousin. "I want to shove it in there while General Zod's spunk is still nice and warm."
"You're a pervert, Kru!" General Zod observed.
"Says the man with his cock up a three amzeht boy." Kru-El responded. "Fuck him harder, Zod, the little brat deserves to get it hard and long!"
Superman watched the hard, mean General plugging his young self and he had to moan. He never would have set this up for himself, but his earlier version was beginning to enjoy the hard ramming. Jor-El was slurping on Kru-El's prod and Kru-El was groaning in his joy. Superman jerked his prick and hated himself for relishing this view and was unable to take his eyes off it for a second. He longed to go down there and join the orgy of male lust, wishing to be the one sucking his father's cock in that melee.
The General groaned and a hot flood of spunk dripped from Kal's ravished ass. The big man lay back panting, but Kru-El had been waiting for this, he yanked his cock from Jor-El's mouth and snatched the come-filled boy off of General Zod and lowered the boy onto his own dong. Jor-El saw, but did nothing but shift over and begin lapping the jizz off of General Zod's prick.
"Mmm, yeah, got lots of that hot juice in there, General!" Kru-El growled as he thrust the squirming boy up and down on his shaft. "Lick up that spunk, cousin, while I plow your son, it's all you deserve!"
"Oh, oh, God!" General Zod panted. "I'm more than convinced, Kru-El. With this device, we can take down the entire Science Council."
"Jor-El won't stop us." Kru-El bragged. "I have video of his exploits with his son, we can use them to keep him silent about all this if we have to. We can blackmail the entire Council and rule them from behind. The thought of that makes me so hot, I'm going to spooge up this soft little boy's ass!"
"Science Council." General Zod sneered. "We won't need them when I'm in control."
"Oh, oh, I'm coming!" Kru-El groaned and he panted and wavered on his feet as he shot his spunk up into the boy's ass, his and Zod's come dripped out of Kal-El's tender, ravaged ass and onto the red trunks, rolling down onto the green tights of his legs and he was done.
"Okay, cousin, your turn, plug your son's ass and feel our come up in there before you."
Jor-El had been panting and playing with his cock, but waiting for permission, he was quick to lay his son on the bed beside the still-prone General and shove his cock up Kal's well-fucked butt.
"Feel that, it's like fucking warm butter, isn't it?" Kru-El said as Jor-El humped his son. I'm taping this as well so we can watch and enjoy all this whenever we want."
Superman felt his climax growing as he watched Jor-El taking his pleasure with his son's sloppy seconds, but the boy perked up as his father rammed his butt, and the boy convulsed in pleasure just as Jor-El reached his own peak and the two climaxed together, Superman again joining them from his perch above them, spraying his load once again on the wall. He noticed he had forgotten to wipe the previous day's contribution, and it had formed rivulets of white crusty trails. Have to clean that up, he thought as he panted desperately.
"Hadn't you better check your device while we're here?" General Zod told Kru-El. "Won't do to have it take out before we're ready to seize control."
"Don't worry, it's right over here." Kru-El walked to the common wall and Superman noted the point where he worked, though he couldn't see just what he was doing. "It's fine and the power pack is barely a quarter drained. I'll pay a visit to Jor-El in a few days' time and give it a checkup."
Superman got down and out of the laboratory before the men came out. He just had time to pull out a tracer he'd gotten from Batman and as the men passed by, he gave each of them a quick shot from the small device. The men were pricked with a device so small, neither of them noticed it. Superman could now track them anywhere on the planet. He watched them as they waited for the lift to get up to their flyer on the roof, the trunks of the two men damped by their recent ardor, Superman knowing inside those red trunks were the two cocks that had violated his young self's tender bum-bum, slamming into his body, and he again marveled how well his childish self had endured that rough treatment without blood and intense, endless pain.
Superman then went back to where Jor-El was again working at his desk, while Kal-El played again on the blanket. "We'd better get your son checked out." He commented to Jor-El as casually as he could.
"No need." Jor-El said as if it were a normal subject to discuss. "I was careful to implant him with a muscle relaxer for his anus before I fucked him. It has protected him from any discomfort from having anal sex."
"I'm glad to hear that." Superman said. "Haven't you wondered about your sexual feelings for your son?"
"I hadn't." Jor-El was startled, he hadn't thought of it. "You are right, it is remarkable, I never had them before a few days ago. I fought it off the first two days, but then I couldn't deny myself any longer."
"Kru-El had to boost the power, probably." Superman judged. "Still, now we know the device exists, we can do something about it."
"What device?" Jor-El was astonished again, Superman realized that he had been blinded to the source of his new actions. The ramifications of Kru-El's technology was still revealing itself to them.
Jor-El and Superman took scanners and after a short period of searching along the wall where Kru-El had worked on his device. They found it installed inside a light control, no larger than a candy bar in shape and size. "With this device, we can bring both of them to justice."
"What about their tapes of you having sex with young Kal?" Superman asked.
Jor-El frowned. "I could explain it away...but the social scandal the tape would create, that would drive me out of the Science Council. If I am to succeed in my endeavor to create the rocket that will save my people, I cannot reveal this device to them." Jor-El frowned again. "But what am I to do about General Zod and Kru-El?"
Superman smiled. "Leave them to the Science Police. They will show their hand soon, I promise."
Jor-El smiled. "I believe and trust you, Kal-El. You have that effect on people. But what are we going to do with this device, then?"
It took them the rest of the day, but they rigged the device to their needs. The next time Kru-El tried to trigger it, it would cause a power surge to flow back to Kru-El's controls so that his entire system would be fried. This would almost certainly take out everything he knew about this creation of this, prevent him from using it again on someone else.
It was well after dark, and Superman returned to his apartment in exhaustion. He had succeeded, and he could return to Earth now. But still... He had dreams all night long, of being with Jor-El and the younger self, joining in their lovemaking, sharing with them, father and son and himself, a triage of tumescent male tools. The next morning, he couldn't prevent himself from traveling to Jor-El's laboratory once again.
Jor-El performed his duties as Moliom of the Science Council in mornings, and Superman labored on with Lara, helping her as he could. "I'm glad you're here, Kal." she told him. "I must get everything done this morning if I can, for I must be gone most of the afternoon. Can you assist Jor with the care of young Kal. Your namesake, as it were?" She smiled impishly at what she thought was a mere coincidence of names.
"I'd be happy to do so." Superman assured her.
Jor returned just after Lara had left and he came in to find Superman on the floor on the blanket of the laboratory, holding a toy and playing with his younger self. He smiled at the scene. "I can see Lara gave you extra duty today."
"I offered." Superman explained. "I'm glad we're alone here. I need to talk with you, I must return to my home town and can no longer assist you in the laboratory."
"I'm going to miss you." Jor-El said. "I've never felt such a close bond with any of my assistants. As if there were this connection with you. Lara has felt it, too."
"I understand." Superman said. "I feel it, too."
"I know that my actions with young Kal here were because of Kru-El's machinations." Jor-El went on. "But even now, I feel a desire to continue sharing my son's body as we have. It's as if I know our world is limited, and I desire to grab for all the happiness I can in the short time we still have, as much as I can." He had touched his son's body in tender strokes as he'd said this, but now he looked up at Superman. "I would share that with you as well, if I could. If you are willing? Myself and my son, here on this, your last day with us."
Superman smiled. "I would enjoy that very much. Lara will be gone until this evening, she said." he suggested.
"Then let us go to the house where we can be most comfortable." Jor-El said. Picking up his son, he led the way, Superman following, his heart pounding in his chest.
In the bedroom where Jor-El and his wife slept, Jor-El turned and embraced him with his free hand and they kissed. Young Kal giggled and reached up and bussed Superman on his cheek, so that he was getting kissed by both of them at one time. He returned Jor's kiss with all his energy and need (his father, he was kissing his father!), then he kissed his younger self's soft mouth and found the small tongue reaching into to battle with his own. They made a three way kiss with tongues, and then they got on the bed, Jor-El and Superman with Kal between them, and they kissed the boy in tandem as they pulled the boy's clothes from his giggling body, and then Superman sucked his own boyish cock while Jor-El licked his son's balls, then they switched off. Kal was very eager to play with Superman's cock, and he fished it out for the boy to grasp and then gasped in pleasure as the boy's lips clamped on him and began to suck him lustily. Superman found the sensations doubly intense, as the memories resurfaced as he sucked, of sucking the large man in the blue suit with the red "S" and how much he had enjoyed it, all the while doing the very sucking he was remembering.
Superman groaned and dug for Jor-El's cock, Jor-El pulled down his red trunks and Superman grasped the dong that had given him birth, and he fed it to his lips and savored the rich, Kryptonian flavor. Jor-El groaned himself and took Superman's cock from his son and father and adult son nursed each other in a monomaniacal need, until Kal's complaints and tugs at their bodies said that he didn't want to be ignored. Superman licked his boyish ass and Jor-El held his son still as Superman inserted his cock into the hot young butt.
"Yeah, come on, Kal, fuck my boy's sweet young ass." Jor-El urged him. "He loves the feel of a big, fat cock, don't you, Kal?"
"Uh-huh!" Kal agreed enthusiastically. Superman smiled as he again remembered the feeling of having Dad's laboratory assistant fuck him "back then/here now" as a child, he had enjoyed it immensely in fact as he'd liked Dad's blue-clad assistant very much.
"I like fat cocks myself." Superman told his father. "How about working my ass over and then sticking yours in while I fuck your son?" He was semi-kneeling over Kal-El while they sucked, he moved up into a full kneeling position to expose his ass and Jor-El got on the floor on his own knees and began lapping at Superman's tasty, pink superhero anus.
Jor-El worked with a will, and Superman couldn't decide which felt better, fucking his own four-year-old (Earth years) ass or being rimmed by his father.
Then Jor-El stood up and his cock slid into Superman's butt and now Superman knew which was better. Much, much better to be fucked by your father than to fuck yourself when a child. Oh, so very much better!
"Come on, Daddy, fuck him hard." Kal urged his father.
"Yeah, come on, fuck me hard, Daddy." Superman told Jor-El. "Fuck me like I was your son." But I am, I am! He thought to himself.
Jor-El rammed his adult son's ass with a will and young Kal enjoyed watching his Dad at work while he got fucked himself, and he soon was in the throes of boyish orgasm.
Jor-El took this as a marking point. As Superman felt his younger self relax into lassitude, Jor-El whispered. "How about pulling out of that limp ass and shove it up into mine?" he growled.
Superman was too turned on to argue, he pulled out his sticky cock and used the lubrication Kal's ass had given his cock to lubricate the passage into Jor-El's firm, virginal ass. Jor-El grunted but never resisted, and soon he had his father fully impaled.
"Come on, fuck me now, fuck me hard." Jor-El implored him. "I have to feel you inside me at least once, please do it now, don't stop no matter what!"
Superman began to fuck and Jor-El cried out in his joy. Kal moved over and began to suck his Dad and Jor-El moaned and blew his load into Kal's hungry young lips, and Superman saw the white spooge flowing out of Kal's nostrils and he moaned, threw his head back and creamed a heavy load into Jor-El's soft warm ass.
They rested a while, then with Kal settled down for a full nap, he and Jor-El made love again, just the two of them, sucking each other to full climax and savoring the musky, heady flavor of each other's jizz, then managed to fuck each other to a second orgasm each in turn, before their exhaustion overcame them.
Superman and Jor-El prepared a feast for Lara's return, and she was pleased to see the three men in her life so happy and relaxed. They visited and then Lara and Jor-El made gifts to Superman, small tokens that Superman could take back to Earth easily. One of the gifts, he saw, was tapes, and he realized that these were the tapes Kru-El had made of himself and Superbaby having sex, of the scene with Zod and Kru-El, and one Jor-El remarked to Superman's surprise, was of their own session with his younger self and their later twosome; Jor-El taped everything he did, it seemed. These would warm many a lonely night in his Fortress of Solitude!
He traveled back to Earth the next morning before daybreak, and as the Time Sphere gained speed, he watched his home planet diminish in size until it vanished in the glow of the red sun.
It had been a wonderful homecoming. And the memories that he held both past and present, were ones he would relish the rest of his days.
THE END
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