This is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, and am I in no way admonishing or encouraging anything with this fictional work. Read only with pure pleasure in mind. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments send them to whiteboyzbottom@mail.com.
Statement:
I am an avid Smallville fan and have dissected each episode in each season and continuously have identified homosexual undertones between the male characters on Smallville specifically between Lex/Clark, Clark/Green Arrow, and Arrow/Lex. This is my interpretation of how that could have played out in a gay friendly, sexually liberated society.
Craving
Whitney finally made it home after hours of being fucked orally and anally by Bug Boy, aka Greg Arkin. Whitney was on top of the world. He was a quarterback for the Smallville Crows, ending his high school career with an undefeated football season and a playoff spot. He had several scouts interested in offering him a spot to play collegiate football. He was popular, his family had money, and he had the hottest girl in the entire school. Everyone wanted Lana Lang, including Greg Arkin, that was until he decided that he would rather have Whitney instead. Whitney was sore, confused, and still horny after the lengthy encounter with the younger guy. Despite the hours of intense pounding, Whitney wanted more and he had no idea what to do about it. He wasn't gay and therefore was not tapped into the places to go and ways to meet other guys. For now, he would have to settle for a cold shower and his own finger up his ass to get him off.
Clark was also feeling hot under the collar after watching Whitney Ford, beloved Smallville native, get used like a whore. He was in bed under the covers jacking off furiously with his eyes closed. Clark was thinking about Lex and Lana. He did not know who he wanted more. Lana had been the love of his life since he could form words. But then again the two had known each other forever but never dated, or even kissed. He wondered seriously if anything would ever happen between them. Whitney was still a strong fixture in her life and Clark wasn't sure if that was going to change just because Whitney let Greg Arkin fuck his ass. Clark slid a spit wet finger up his round muscle ass as he continued to jerk off.
Like Whitney and Clark, Trevor Chapell was also horny and fingering himself. He was thinking how much he loved his coach. The older man had been training Trevor's virgin throat for weeks and now Trevor was able to deep throat the older man's eleven inch cock without gagging. Every time he sucked his cock he would arch his back and finger his ass. He was eager to show Coach Arnold that he was ready for the next phase of his training. His ass was still virgin but he could not imagine letting anyone but his loud talking, brash and dominant football coach be the first to break him open. He could still taste Coach Arnold's delicious spunk from when he sucked him off earlier that evening, but he wanted more. Trevor was hot in the ass and anxious to get fucked, and soon. He found himself staring a little too much in the locker room now. The room was filled with hot guys in various states of undress or just butt naked walking around with cocks swinging. That's how it was playing football. That's how its always been, and before he would have been right there with the rest of his team snapping guys' asses with wet towels, or wrestling in the shower. He never thought twice about it. Sure sometimes a guy would get a little stiff but fuck, they were all teenage guys, and some of them did not have a regular source for sex. A few (not that they would ever admit it) were still virgins. Trevor wanted to be faithful and wait for his coach to break him in, but it was getting harder every day.
The next day, all three guys were back with their game faces on ready to face another day. Whitney went to school early so he could put in an hour at the gym. Coach Arnold was always in his office by 6am every day. He didn't publicize it but he pulled a few of his favorites to the side and told them they could come in the gym and hit the weights or the bag to blow off some steam and get a quick shower before first period. Whitney was one of Coach Arnold's favorites. He had been MVP twice for the team since he because Quarterback, and eventually Captain of the team. This morning, Whitney needed to hit the bag for a while. He was rock hard in his sweats thinking about the pounding he received just yesterday as he hit the punching bag with all of his strength. It was quiet and no one else was around. He didn't see Coach Arnold. Whitney assumed he was in his office watching old games or scribbling in his play book. After sweating for about 40 minutes, Whitney decided to take a long shower. Maybe he could jerk off and get a quick nut before the first bell. He went by Coach's office and the shades were closed and the light was off. The door was not fully closed. He thought that was odd because he was always in his office this early and he would never leave the door unlocked. He decided to peek in and take a look and then just lock the door and shut it. When he pushed the door open slightly he heard very low moans coming from behind the door.
It was fairly dark in the room but there was a lamp on the desk and Whitney could see that Coach Arnold was sitting at his desk with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. You would have thought that he was taking a nap but there was clearly an outline of a shadow moving between Coach Arnold's legs. Whitney was getting hard thinking that maybe his coach was having an inappropriate relationship with a female student. He was dying to see who it was that was sucking the older man's cock.
"That's it Jonathan. Damn I miss your hot mouth on my cock," said Coach Arnold.
"Jonathan? He's with a guy?" thought Whitney.
"I see you are still the enthusiastic cock sucker even after 20 years. I miss seeing your sweet ass out on that field leading the team. You were the best damn quarterback I ever had the pleasure of coaching," said Coach Arnold.
Whitney's eyes widened as he realized that not only was Coach Arnold getting a blow job from a guy, but it was non other than former Crow and Clark's father, Jonathan Kent. He had no idea what to say or what to do. He wanted to run out of there. Then again he wanted to stay and jerk his cock. And part of him wanted to join in on the fun. The two men clearly had been messing around for a long time. Whitney thought it would be best if he left the captivating scene and grab a quick shower before he was discovered. He had no idea that Coach Arnold swung that way. All those years he wondered if Coach Arnold had ever thought about him sexually. He thought about it as he masturbated in the shower. There wasn't any time left. He had to cum quick and get dressed for first period.
Clark was sleeping away in first period. Pete sat staring at his best friend. He wondered what it was about Clark Kent that made Chloe so in love. Yes, he was handsome but Chloe wasn't the type to be hung up on looks. It was one of the things he loved about her. Chloe was smart, sexy, and funny. Just the thought of her now was making his black cock hard. He glanced over at Clark and noticed that whoever Clark was daydreaming about was having the same effect on him.
"Clark," whispered Pete.
Clark jerked and opened his eyes. "Pete?"
"Dude, who were you dreaming about, Lana?"
"What? What are you talking about man?" he asked.
"Check your crotch dude," said Pete.
Clark looked down and then cursed under his breath. He was actually thinking about Lana. It was a hot day and somehow they both ended up at Crater Lake. Clark had stripped down and jumped in the water. After diving in the water, he pulled off his boxers and threw them over his head. It hit Lana right in the face.
"Seems we both had the same idea," she said.
Clark was startled by Lana standing on the dock five feet from where he was floating in the water. "Uh, what idea is that?"
"It's hot out and I thought what a nice day for a dip," said Lana. Lana unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. Then she pulled off her t-shirt. Clark turned around to give her privacy. "That's really sweet Clark. There's no one around and we've known each other since we were kids."
"Lana, what about Whitney?" asked Clark trying not to think about the massive hard on hiding under the water.
"I don't see him around. Aren't you tired of asking me about Whitney?" asked Lana. She reached around her back and unsnapped her bra. Her full breasts sat perfectly tanned like the rest of her skin. She pulled her long, chestnut brown hair back and then took a dive into the water. She swam over to Clark. He tried to keep his distance but she refused to be pushed away. She knew that he was hard and that's why he wanted to keep his distance.
"Lana, I've..."
"I know you wanted this for a long time. I want you to know that I've wanted it to. I made a huge mistake getting with Whitney. All along it's been you Clark, no one else," said Lana.
"Lana I've always been in love with you," said Clark, finally able to form words after getting a peek at Lana's breasts.
Lana pulled off her panties and threw them back on the dock near the rest of her clothes. The two were now floating in the water staring at each other intensely. They were only twelve inches apart. Lana swam closer and Clark tried to turn but she grabbed his 10 inch cock under the water. "Now I see why you wanted to hide. Gosh, your huge," said Lana.
"You think so?" asked Clark with a smile.
"Definitely," she said as she stroked his cock under water. Clark's eyes rolled back as his entire body stiffened like his cock. He was helpless in Lana's hands and she knew it. She used the distraction to kiss him, full on the lips. This time he didn't hide. He didn't try to pull away. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. She took her hand off his cock and spread her legs. Clark aimed right for Lana's quivering vagina. It was a perfect fit. Lana snapped her head back and Clark nestled his face in her breasts. Her nipples were hard and Clark took his time to kiss, lick, and suck each in turn. She felt the muscles in his ass contract each time he entered and withdrew from inside her. It seemed that they were in the water fucking for a while when Clark felt his rhythm break as he felt himself about to cum. Just as he was about to shoot inside Lana's pussy, he heard his name being called and all of a sudden he was back in Physics class with Pete staring at him and a wet spot on the front of his jeans.