Why Not Both? 2

It actually took a while to chop down a tree when you couldn’t use your tactile telekinesis and were trying hard not to give away that you had any more strength than Arnold Schwarzenegger. By the time he was done, Kon’s bladder felt like it was about to burst.

He didn’t know how the kids around here put away those milkshakes all the time. With how thick Pops made them, it had to be the equivalent of drinking three blender bottles full of water at once.

Thank God he hadn’t taken Jughead up on an offer of a burger to go with them. It was precarious enough going number one in the woods with a girl along.

But Kon excused himself and wandered off a ways, still stripped to the waist and with a light sheen of sweat over his chiseled musculature. Once he was alone, he looked from side to side, then unzipped his fly and dragged out his cock. His desire to urinate had him hard as a rock. He aimed against the bole of a tree and let fly, his manhood thumping wildly as it emptied.

“Ahhhh,” Kon exhaled sweetly, feeling the tension leave his body in a stream of light yellow.

He whistled, absently checking the color of his flying urine and wondering if he was getting enough water. Tim was always on him to hydrate enough. The less yellow the better, apparently. He thought he was doing alright on that account. Not yellow crayon—maybe yellow colored pencil.

The flow died away with a last gasp of steam from warm piss meeting cold snow and Kon shook himself to rid his cock of the last little droplets before he tucked himself away—

“Oh my God!” Veronica gasped.

Kon twisted his head to look over his shoulder. There Veronica was, watching him shake his cock. He hurriedly returned his member to behind his zipper. “Ronnie, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I worried we might get separated. I thought we’d better stick together. What were you doing?” she cooed, a coy insinuation making its way into her voice.

“What do you think? Taking a whiz…”

“Uh-huh.” Veronica dropped down onto a fallen log, deliberately hooking a slender leg over one of its branches. Giving Kon a look straight up her crotch—if only she hadn’t put on leggings against the cold. “I’m a woman of the world, Konnie. I know men don’t need to shake their… things… to pee…”

Kon scoffed. Veronica really was taking being sheltered to new heights. He guessed sex ed around here didn’t cover the protocols of male bathroom use. “Yeah, whatever, let’s just get the tree…”

“Not so fast.”

***

The way his pants were tenting told Veronica how right she’d been. Kon wanted her, whether he would admit it or not.

“There is another thing men do… with their things… shaking them…”

“I wasn’t!” Kon protested. “And that’s not how I do it anyway… if I were to do it… I wasn’t… where’s my jacket?”

Kon stalked back the way they’d come, but Veronica made no attempt to move from her spot. “Let’s not be so hasty, Kon. I know what you were doing, what you had to do. Being around me all afternoon—of course you would! I’m surprised more guys don’t need to.”

Veronica grinned as she brushed back her glossy black hair. She made an elaborate production out of it, making sure her shoulders were thrown back to emphasize her bust too.

Unlike her overabundant ass, Veronica was very proud of those. She knew Betty was jealous of them—sometime it was like that little blonde just couldn’t look away.

The bulge in Kon’s pants grew; she was getting to him, obviously. It was only a matter of time before she had him in her arms and that bulge in her hands—or wherever she wanted it. Needed it.

Gosh, she wondered how much of it there really was. She hadn’t gotten a good look before Kon put it away, but it seemed bigger now than it had been.

Of course, why wouldn’t it be? Before, he’d just been fantasizing about her. Now he was faced with the real thing. And he was just beginning to show Veronica the appreciation she knew she was due.

“You run hotter than the other boys, don’t you Kon? That’s not a bad thing. You just need special consideration for how you are. A little companionship, maybe, in your time of need.”

***

Kon faltered from his annoyance over Veronica’s empty-headed misunderstanding of him (and Betty was the blonde…) What was she talking about? Special consideration? Did she know about him being a clone of Superman, half-Kryptonian, half-human, because Lex Luthor had also contributed his DNA to the mix, programming Kon with sleeper agent programming that he could only hope the Titans had successfully deprogrammed him of?

Because that was a lot to know! Kon barely felt like he knew it all, and he’d lived it!

“Look, it’s cold, we cut down the tree, I took my shirt off—”

“Yes. You did. You know what I’d call that?”

“Hypothermia waiting to happen?” Kon’s voice was softer now, less certain. He was weakening.

“A good start,” Veronica corrected him, crossing her legs.

***

Those were another feature she was very proud of. The sculpted calves, the svelte thighs. And, at the apex, the beginning of her wetness. Harmonizing with all that tempting, glistening sweat over Kon’s muscles—his biceps, his pecs, his abs.

Veronica wondered if he could actually see how much she wanted him. Because it felt like she had a warm, wet silver dollar right between her leggings and her… place.

“Look, Kon, just admit it. I’m not judging you. I’m just telling you I know. And I like it. And I think we should do something about me liking it. Because I am not having you dither between me and Betty for a fuckingcentury like some boys.”

***

Okay. She knew. Or thought she knew. Time for Superboy to do some damage control. He knew Clark would come up with something involving ventriloquism and hypnotism and robots… he didn’t have time for that!

He didn’t even have a robot—and if he did, it wouldn’t be one of himself, what a waste, it would be of Starfire or Power Girl, despite what people thought of his ego.

But now wasn’t the time for recrimination… even though it hadn’t been his idea to move to Smallville, it’d been all Superman and his dumb hick parents, they had forced this on him… now was the time for a convincing cover story.

Kon jabbed his finger in Veronica’s face. “I am not a superhero!”

***

Veronica was too turned on to be confused. Her nostrils flared; Kon hadn’t washed his hands since having his cock in them. The musk was very… very… manly.

“Oh, I think you are. A ten-inch hero. And I want a hero of my very own. Daddy always gets me what I want, except for one thing… can you give me what I want, Kon? Can you be my new daddy?”

“I thought I was your hero,” Kon retorted numbly, not keeping up with the conversation at all, except to jerk when he felt her hands rubbing along his powerful quads.

Veronica might not be knowledgeable enough to know how Kon vainly exercised to avoid the chicken legs of many musclemen, but she knew what she liked. And it wasn’t just his legs.

Nimble fingers worked on his zipper, returning it to the lowered state that Veronica had found it in. And without her having to so much as spread his fly open, his cock sprang out in front of him, quaking at full attention.

“Oh, do you need to pee again?” Veronica asked, almost too joyful to be sarcastic. “Or do you need me?”

“Look, Ronnie, you’re cute. Hell, you’re the best looking girl at Riverdale High—”

“Better than Betty!?” Veronica cried.

And before Kon could answer, Veronica was on her knees, showing how much she appreciated the sentiment, meant or not, to Kon’s succulent prick.

Veronica had never gone down on a boy before, but her love and lust for Kon could not be higher. She was determined to express them. The big purple head momentarily stopped her in her tracks, but only for a moment. Then her passion overcame her hesitance.

Those girthy ten inches weren’t just any man’s cock. They belonged to her true love. She’d do anything for him, much less put her mouth on that big, hard erection.

She knew Kon needed her help to get off. Veronica wouldn’t let the poor boy walk all the way back to the truck with that massive, sensitive organ stuffed down his pants like a summer sausage. She was going to get every last drop of semen out of his bloated balls too!

In her frenzied state, it didn’t occur to Veronica where all that cum would actually go. But, in her frenzy, it probably wouldn’t have mattered—she’d be as enthused about his sperm as she’d become about his endowment.