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@yahoo.com or if you would like to chat with me you can reach me at YIM at whiteboyzbottom.
Statement:
I am in 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.
Explosive Hot Head
"You wanted to see me coach?" asked Trevor, cornerback for the Smallville Crows.
"Yeah. I did. What's going on with you? You are constantly late for practice and lately you have been a little sloppy on the field. What the hell is going on with you son?" asked Coach Arnold.
"I'm sorry SIR. I don't know what's wrong with me lately," said Trevor, visibly trembling in front of his ferocious football coach.
Coach Walt Arnold was a tough man. He rode all of his players hard and demanded the best from each of them everytime they entered the lockerroom. Raised in a military house his father taught him that a man was always tough and there was no room for any weakness of any kind. His own marine background only reinforced that. Coach Arnold was a fierce looking man; 58 years old, 6'3 and 250 pounds of solid muscle. All of his boys were terrified of him. To stand in his presence, as Trevor Chapell was currently, was extremely intimidating even as the man sat his desk. He wore his hair in a buzz cut, similar from his military days. He still wore his dog tags as a symbol of pride and kept a small American flag on his desk near a picture of his wife and three kids.
Trevor stood as David against Goliath. He was a senior in his last year at Smallville High and wanted desperately to do well so that he could get a scholarship to Met U where his father graduated before him. Trevor was 5'10 and 200 pounds. He was a tough guy on the outside and known for making good hits on the field but in the eye of his father and his coach, he didn't possess the warrior spirit needed to excel at the game. Football players had to be tough and fearless and that deep down that was not Trevor's character at all. The girls loved him because he was a tough guy on the field, but also because he was kind and sensitive. He had blond hair, light blue eyes and full lips. Despite the fact that he could have his pick of girls at Smallville High, his heart belonged to one; his girlfriend Stacy Maxwell. She was a cheerleader and very close to Lana Lang, who was his secret crush ever since Whitney Fordman, the Quarterback for the team started parading her around.
Coach Arnold snapped his finger and yelled at the boy "I don't know where your head is at but you better get on board. We have a big game coming up and I will not have any of you boys ruin my chances of winning my 200th game."
"I'm sorry SIR," said Trevor still standing, and still trembling.
"Sorry is just not going to cut it you little shit," said Coach Arnold.
"What can I do SIR?" asked Trevor, at this point willing to do anything to make his Coach happy with him.
Coach Arnold stood up, placed both hands on his desk and leaned forward until he was inches from Trevors face. Trevor could feel the heat emanating from his coach's body. "Tell you what you can do boy. You can suck my cock."
"Excuse me?" asked Trevor. He shook his head certain that he did not hear what he thought he did.
"You heard me boy. I've had a hard day and frankly it's left me, hard. My wife is out of town helping her pregnant sister and I need a release. Do you want me to be an angry tyrant all week?"
"No SIR," said Trevor.
Coach Arnold walked around the desk and then slowly walked over to the windows and closed the blinds. Then he made sure the door was closed and locked. "I know you have a lot riding on this season. You still want to go to Metropolis University like your father did, right?" he asked.
"Yes SIR I do," said Trevor.
"I've got the connections boy. Do you know how many former players of mine have gone on Met U and then the pros?"
"No SIR," said Trevor.
"Too many to name. Our next game, an old army buddy of mine Keith Hadding will be doing some preliminary scouting for MU. Do you want me to have my friend put your name in the mix with Whitney?"
"More than anything SIR," said Trevor, his eyes lighting up at the thought of fulfilling he and his father's dream.
"Then your choice is clear I'd say," said Coach Arnold.
"I've never, you know, I'm not," he paused for a while afraid to look his coach in the eye. "Like that".
"I know you aren't. And you wouldn't be afterwards. You would just be a boy helping his coach focus for a big game coming up. That's it!"
"How do I?" asked Trevor.
"Just do what I say and I'll teach you how," said Coach Arnold. "First, strip down to your jock".
Trevor hesitated, then slowly peeled off his blue flannel shirt, then his undershirt. Coach Arnold smiled, admiring the boy's smooth chest and large nipples. Then, Trevor unbuttoned his jeans, kicked off his shoes and slid his pants down his thick hairy thighs. "Let me help you pretty boy" said Coach Arnold.
He placed his strong hands square on the 18 year old's ass. Each hand was large enough to almost cover each cheek. Then, he lifted the boy as if he weighed nothing and placed him on his desk after sliding everything to the floor with one strong sweep of his right hand. Trevor was suspended for a few minutes in his coach's left arm as he cleared his desk. Then he placed the boy gently down on the desk. Coach Arnold looked down and noticed a massive hard on poking through Trevor's jock strap. He knew this is what the boy wanted deep down. The two were less than an inch from each other's face and Coach Arnold closed his eyes, leaned forward and kissed the boy. Trevor did not know how to react to all of this. He had never been approached by a man. He had never had a man grab his ass like this. He had never been kissed by a man before. It was extremely awkward, but then again his eight inch cock was raging. Coach Arnold pulled off the boy's shoes and socks and now Trevor was naked except for his jock strap, which only slightly covered his crotch and doing a poor job of covering it as it sprouted a tent where his erection was pushing the fabric to its limit.
Coach Arnold took a step back and then looked Trevor square in his eyes and then looked at the floor. Trevor knew exactly what the man was hinting at. He slowly eased his ass off the desk and then kneeled before the man that had been his football coach since freshman year. Coach then placed his hands up behind his head and looked at Trevor waiting for the boy to open his pants. Trevor took the que and did just that. He unbuckled the large man's belt and then unzipped his pants. Then he tugged on Walt's pants and underwear until they were sliding down the man's massive legs. Walt Arnold's thick, eleven inch dick sprung out and hit Trevor square in the face. "That's alright Trevor. He likes you," the older man said.
Trevor hesitated for only a moment before he grabbed hold of the massive cock with both hands and wrapped his lips around the head. He had watched enough porn, and experienced enough with his girlfriend to know how to give a proper blow job. He slowly licked around the head of the penis and then attempted to go down on the cock allowing it to invade his throat. For a beginner he was surprisingly easy to adapt to cock sucking. Coach Arnold was very pleased as he touched the boy's face with his hands. He had watched the boy on the field and seen him naked enough in the lockerroom to know that he was special. He was certainly glad that he took the opportunity when it knocked. "It's okay if you play with your cock while you are sucking mine boy," said Coach Arnold.
Trevor heeded the advice of his coach and peeled the fabric to the right side exposing his own cock. As he massaged his own cock he began to suck on his Coach's cock more furiously. Coach Arnold pulled his salami sized cock out of the boy's mouth leaving a popping noise as it exited. Coach ordered the boy up on his desk face down. Trevor obeyed and now his ripe, round and smooth buns were clearly exposed. Coach stood at the side of the desk facing the boy. He grabbed the boy's head and forced it into the position he wanted, then forced his cock inside Trevor's mouth. He was now being face fucked while his Coach played with his ass with both hands. Trevor's cock was throbbing painfully hard enough of his body as he lay on top of the desk. He raised his ass and then squared his knees for leverage. This is just what Coach Arnold wanted to see.
"You are one hot little fuck you know that Trevor?" asked the Coach. Trevor's mouth was too full with cock to answer. Coach Arnold continued to molest the boy, grabbing his cheeks, and spreading them apart. Trevor was now gagging on the cock that was assaulting his throat. The Coach's hand slowly made its way to the sweet spot, right between Trevor's cheeks. As soon as Walt touched the boy's hole with his finger something snapped inside of Trevor and he immediately changed his demeaner from tough football player to feminine cock slut. He surprised himself with the girly sounding moans that came from his throat. He was embarassed at himself for allowing the older man to do this to him. "It's okay if you like this Trevor. I have to say, I'm loving it. You don't have to be scared or embarassed," said Coach Arnold. His voice was calm but assertive, the way he talks to women. His tone calmed Trevor and told him that it was okay to be cock swallowing slut and like it.
With his left hand, he separated the boy's cheeks and inserted just the tip of his left index finger into the boy's quivering man hole. With his right hand, he grabbed the base of Trevor's head, holding it still as he forcefully raped the boy's throat. He was close to climax and Trevor would just have to deal with it until his nut was released. Trevor was choking as he opened his throat for Coach Arnold's cock. He prayed the older man would climax soon because he honestly felt that if he didn't, he would pass out. Just as he was beginning to feel light headed, he felt it. There was the first shot, and then a second, and a third, fourth and fifth. Trevor had no choice but to swallow it as the tip of the man's cock was past his tonsils. Coach Arnold cleaned off his slimy cock on Trevor's face then he ordered the boy to turn over and jerk off. Trevor was now on his back with his knees up as he furiously beat his own dick. Coach Arnold placed his index finger in his mouth and then inserted into Trevor's tight boy pussy. Trevor yelled out as he continued to stroke his cock. It made no difference. It was after hours and there was no one left at the school but the two of them. Coach Arnold continued to finger Trevor, fantasizing about ramming the boy with his eleven inch tool.
Trevor felt the orgasm slowly make it's way up his shaft and then out. His eyes were closed tight as his legs trembled from the explosion. Deep in his heart he knew this would not be a one time thing. Coach Arnold gave the boy another kiss on the lips as he forced the boy's mouth open with his tongue. Trevor accepted. The older man knew that this was only the beginning for the two of them.