Hero
 by: Hankster

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Chapter 2

(Ethan Hones His Powers)

On his first day back at school after winter break, Ethan was able to use his powers without alerting anybody.  After one of his gym classes, the boys were dressing, and Ethan’s x-ray vision detected a gun in the pocket of one of the boy’s jeans.  He could see that it was loaded.  Ethan read the boy’s mind, and he knew that he intended to use it to get his fifteen minutes of fame.

Ethan ran over to the boy, and grabbed him by an ear lobe.  The kid tried to escape but Ethan was too strong for him.  He dragged the boy to the principal’s office.  The principle was frankly surprised to see Ethan and the boy.  Richard was a model student.

“Empty your pockets, and put everything on the desk,” Ethan commanded.  The young man started to cry, and soon the gun was sitting on the principal’s desk.

“Where did you get this, Richard?”  Principal Gray asked.

“It’s my dad’s.  Please don’t tell him.  He’ll kill me.  He’s a cop.  I swear I’ll never bring this to school again.” 

“By law, we have to call the police,” Ethan said, “but let’s compromise.  We’ll call your father, since he is the law.  We’ll let him handle this.”

Richard began to whimper, but the principal called his father anyway.  Ethan shuddered to think what might have happened if he didn’t have his powers.  That night at home, he discussed the situation with Greg, who slapped him on the back and told him to keep up the good work.

A few days later Ethan was in a convenience store buying a six pack, when two guys wearing ski masks, and wielding guns, told the customers to lie on the floor. Then they told the store clerk to empty the register.  As the other customers hit the deck, Ethan walked calmly over to the two criminals.  He grabbed both guns away from them.  They were too shocked to move.  He twisted the guns to make them unusable.  Still calm, he walked over to the two men, and pulled off their ski masks.  He knocked their heads together, and they were rendered unconscious.  He paid for the six pack, told the clerk to call the police, and he left.  The clerk, the customers and the perps were all so shocked that not one of them could give an accurate description of Ethan.

When Ethan told Greg what happened, Greg told him that he was going to start a journal of his exploits, starting with the incident at the gay bar, followed by the gun in the gym, and then the attempted robbery at the convenience store this very evening.

“You deserve to be rewarded,” Greg said.  “Tonight I’ll do all the love making.”

Ethan wrapped Greg up in his extra strong arms.  He had learned to rein back so as not to harm his partner.  The two men kissed passionately, and spent all evening making love.

After the incident in the convenience store there were no other occurrences requiring Ethan’s talents for more than a month.  Then one blistering cold day in early February, Greg put on layers and layers of clothing to protect himself from the arctic weather.  Ethan put on a parka just for show.  They ran to their car, only to find that it wouldn’t start because of the sub-zero weather.

Ethan opened the hood, and blew warm air on all the auto parts under the hood, and the motor turned right over.  That day in class, Greg could not warm up, no matter what.  He couldn’t wait for the day to end.  He knew that Ethan was an expert at warming him up.  On the other hand, Ethan got his students hot and sweaty in the gym, and he remained perfectly comfortable.

By 2 PM the outside temperature had moderated to just below the freezing point, thanks to a warming sun.  As far as Greg was concerned they were experiencing a heat wave at 31^o F.  Nevertheless, at the end of the day, he rushed to their car to turn on the motor and warm it up.  Ethan stayed a little later to make copious notes about some of his students.

When Greg got into the school yard, he was confronted by a sight he had occasionally experienced himself.  His blood ran cold.  At least ten older boys were assaulting a skinny little freshman, and yelling obscenities at him; the most prominent one being “faggot.”  Without a thought, Greg ran to break it up, only to be restrained by several of the bullies as they continued to beat up the little student.  Greg began to scream and fight with the boys who were restraining him.

The gym was at the opposite side of the school building from the courtyard where the fracas was in progress.  An ordinary teacher would not have heard a thing from the gym, but suddenly Ethan heard a lot of noise, and Greg yelling for help.  He discovered another talent.  His ears recruited sound like the finest of all ear phones.

He ran out of the building.  When he saw what was happening, his blood boiled.  His beloved Greg was being beaten up along with a student.  He ran from bully to bully, and knocked them out.  Then he ran back to the gym, and retrieved a climbing rope.  He managed to tie up all the perps with the heavy rope.  After they were restrained, he ripped off their clothes.  All of them were naked and exposed to the frigid weather.  Other students, standing around, began to make fun of them, and they filled the air with laughter.  Only now did Ethan whip out his cell phone and call the police.  He told them that a bunch of bullies had attacked a student and a teacher, but they had been subdued, and tied up.

Ethan took Greg and the boy back into the school.  Fortunately, the nurse was still there.  She examined the boy, and applied antiseptic ointment to some of his scrapes and scratches.  One of the policemen came in from the schoolyard.  He took the boy’s statement and then he interviewed the two teachers.  They told him what they could, and Ethan artfully avoided telling him how the boys had been subdued.  The policeman called the student’s parents to come and get him, and the nurse told Greg that he was good to go.

On the way out, Ethan saw that the police were having difficulty untying the rope he had bound the bullies with.  They wanted to cover them and take them back to the police station, but whoever tied the knot on the rope made it too tight.  In an act of charity Ethan untied the rope for the police.  That gave him an opportunity to whisper in each boy’s ear, “Next time you won’t get off so easy.”  They looked at him and they knew that there would be no next time.

Ethan guided Greg to their car.  Greg was shaking like a leaf, and Ethan thought that he was reacting to the bashing, but he stuttered out, “I’m so freaking cold.  Please get me home as soon as possible.”

Their apartment was nice and warm, but Greg could not warm up.  Ethan drew a hot bath and while Greg soaked in it, he prepared some hot chicken broth for both of them.  When Ethan helped Greg out of the tub, Greg told him that he felt much better.  They sat at the kitchen table eating their soup very slowly.

“Well,” Greg said, “I have another entry for my journal.  Unfortunately it serves to remind me how much gay bashing is still going on.  I fear it will never end.”

“You’re right,” Ethan said.  “You know, I heard your call for help from so far a distance that I should not have heard anything coming from the schoolyard.  I wonder how far I can hear noises.  If it’s a good distance, perhaps I can train myself to listen for the sounds of trouble.”

“Let’s experiment like we did with your x-ray vision,” Greg said eagerly.

“Okay,” Ethan said.  “Let’s be perfectly quiet, and I’ll try to hear noises in the apartments above us, below us, and on each side of us.”  He closed his eyes and concentrated.

“Holy shit,” he complained.  “It’s like The Tower of Babel.  I can hear all four apartments at once.  Let me try to concentrate solely on the one below.”  He closed his eyes, but this time he started to smile.

“What?” Greg wanted to know.  “Why the shit eatin’ grin?”

“The Goldman’s are having a fight.  He’s complaining that she never wants to have sex anymore, except when she’s in the mood.  I’m not getting my nose into that one.”

Ethan concentrated on one apartment at a time, and could hear everything perfectly. 

“I’ve got to learn to turn it off as well as to turn it on.  I have no desire to be a voyeur.  Let me try one more, the super’s apartment in the basement.”  Once again he concentrated, and smiled.  “This time it’s much pleasanter,” Ethan giggled.  “Charlie and Maureen are having sex, and it sounds really hot.”

“Okay, hold that thought for when we are in bed tonight.  Now we know you can hear anything in this building, but we still don’t know how far away you’d still be able to hear words clearly, so I have an idea.  Next Monday, I’m taking my senior French class to MOMA to see the French Impressionists.  While I’m instructing them, try to listen to my spiel.  The museum is a good three miles from our school.”

They decided that Ethan would leave his cell phone on vibrate.  When Greg was about to address his students, he would dial Ethan.  When Ethan felt the vibrations, he would start to “listen.”  When he did feel the vibration, Ethan was in the middle of coaching an intra-class basketball game.  He excused himself and went to the bathroom, where he closed himself in a stall, and concentrated.

Not only did he hear Greg well, he learned something new also.  Greg was informing his students that Claude Monet was the founder of The French Impressionist School of painting.  He had no idea.

That night they celebrated Ethan’s success by Greg doing all the work.  He spent a good hour slathering Ethan’s body in a sensuous trip around Ethan’s world.  Then he rimmed his love and finally began kissing his cock with teasing short strokes.

“Please,” Ethan begged, so Greg straddled Ethan’s body, and guided Ethan’s magnificent manhood into his expectant abyss, with no lubrication.  He wanted Ethan to hurt him and to bring him to paradise at the same time.  As he came, he screamed louder than he ever had before.

When they both came down to earth, Greg kissed Ethan.  “I swear,” Greg said, “you sent me so far into the stratosphere, I think I saw your father,” he exaggerated.

“And while I was following you there, I made a decision about how to use this power.”

“Tell me,” Greg said eagerly.

“I have ten minutes between classes and an hour for lunch.  During those times, I’m going to concentrate deeply on listening to the sounds of the city.  If I hear a call for help, I’ll either handle it myself or call the police, depending on the situation.”

“You’re a real hero,” Greg said.  “Would you like me to fashion you a costume with a cape?”

“Don’t be a dunderhead.  You’ve been reading too many comic books.  I want to meld into the crowd, not stand out in it.  I’ll just wear whatever it is I’m wearing at the time.”

“Will you do me a favor?” Greg asked.  The next time you cum inside of me, instruct your cock to stay hard and not fall out forever, and ever, and ever…..”

Ethan stopped Greg from uttering any more ‘evers’ by kissing him so hard that he couldn’t say another word. 

“Suck my cock,” Ethan said.  “That should shut you up, and we’ll see how long I can stay hard inside of you.”

Greg went right to his task, and it took Ethan twice as long to soften than usual.  That was another delightful revelation.

The next day in school, Ethan tried to hear things during the ten minute class break.  He heard plenty but no calls from anyone in distress.  At lunch time he headed for the teachers’ lounge to meet Greg.  Suddenly he heard a cry for help.  It wasn’t his imagination.  He concentrated and honed in on a location in SOHO, a good eight miles south of his present location.  He ran to the back door of the school and flew off.  His destination was a small mom and pop jewelry store.  Two gunmen were pointing their weapons at an elderly couple and demanding that they hand over the contents of their till.  The couple was frightened and shaking.  The woman was crying.

Before they knew what hit them, Ethan was on top of them.  He confiscated their guns and twisted them into pretzels.  Once again, he banged their heads together and knocked them out.  He was beginning to enjoy doing that to criminals.  He tied both their legs together with one of their belts.  Then with the other’s belt he tied their arms. 

When he was satisfied that the crooks were securely tied up, he told the store owners to call the police, and he was out of there. The belts were so tight that when the police arrived they had to cut them off.

 He arrived at the lounge, and spotted Greg.

“You’re late,” Greg observed.  “Where have you been?”

“Being a super hero,” Ethan smiled at Greg.

“Cool,” Greg smiled back.  “I want to hear all about it when we get home.  I’ll enter the incident in my journal.  My goal is to make the journal so big and fat it will resemble your cock.”

Ethan blushed and looked around to make sure nobody heard that.

“Hey, you just gave me a great idea for next Halloween,” Greg blurted out.

“Your ideas only get us in trouble.”

Ignoring Ethan, Greg said, “Let’s go as Batman and Robin.”

“You’re too old and too tall to be Robin.”

“Don’t be so literal,” Greg countered back.  “It’s only a costume.”

Ethan grew pensive.  “Do you think that Batman and Robin ever made it together?”

“I’ve actually read literature that offers the opinion that they were lovers.  Neither had a woman in their lives.”

“In that case,” Ethan said adamantly, “let’s go as Batman and Robin.”

“Great.  In the meantime, when we are making love tonight, you pretend to be Batman, and I’ll work on being Robin giving Batman all the pleasure he’s capable of.”

Ethan wanted to kiss Greg in this public place, but he settled on squeezing his hand.  Greg was never at a loss to say something funny, so when they started to make love that night, he said to Ethan, “Do you think you can remove your costume.  The bat wings are tickling my nose.”

To be continued...

Posted: 09/08/17