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.
Revenge part 2 - Busted
"Guys, did you guys hear about Mr. Harris?" asked Chloe.
"Yeah, he played football with my Dad in high school," said Clark. "He has that auto shop downtown, right?"
"Correction, he had that auto shop downtown. He's dead!" said Chloe.
"How did he die?" asked Pete.
"Massive heart attack! Mrs. Reynolds came in to pick up her car and found him dead shortly after 8am Tuesday morning," said Chloe.
"Are you serious? He just put in a new engine on our old truck," said Clark.
Chloe, Clark, and Pete were hanging out at the Smallville High School office of the Torch, the school's newspaper. Chloe was the Editor of the paper and Clark and Pete were Writers. Chloe started the paper by herself freshman year. She recruited Clark and Pete sophomore year. Despite the focus on school issues, Chloe was most interested in the odd happenings around Smallville. She was convinced that the meteor shower that covered Smallville in shiny green crystals had effected people in different, but strange ways. She kept a wall with all of her suspicions that she affectionately called "The Wall Of Weird".
"Chloe, I know that look. People have heart attacks all the time. Not everything that goes on in Smallville is wall of weird material," said Pete.
"I agree, but I'm just being thorough. The official report was that he died of a heart attack, but there were some odd things about the way he died. For instance, according to his medical records," said Chloe before she was cut off.
"Chloe, how did you see his medical records? Those are supposed to be private," said Clark with a disapproving look.
"Don't you take that self righteous tone with me Clark Kent. I have a contact at Smallville Medical Center. Besides, what harm could it cause, he's dead!" said Chloe.
"That's not the point Chloe. But go ahead," said Clark.
"So, apparently Mr. Harris was the picture of health, not even a broken bone and he played football with your Dad. There was evidence that he was....not alone," said Chloe.
"Exactly what do you mean by not alone," said Pete interested.
"Let's just say he had a last hoorah before his last hoorah," said Chloe blushing.
"How do you know that?" asked Clark.
"There were semen stains on the car door of the mustang he was working on and on his clothes," said Chloe.
"So Mr. Harris was getting his freak on before work. There's no crime there," said Pete.
"Well his wife was at work teaching in Granville," said Chloe.
"So he was having an affair, again, not unusual," said Clark.
"He was found alone in the shop. No one called 911. Don't you see, there is someone out there who knows something about this who will not come forward for some reason. But that's not all, the medical reports say his heart was fried," said Chloe.
"What do you mean fried?" asked Pete.
"Like barbecue," said Chloe.
"Okay, so what could have caused that?" Clark.
"I have no idea but trust me, I will get to the bottom of it," said Chloe.
It was night time and Jeremy had stolen a car and was stalking his next victim; Randy Lee Thomas. From the stories he read about Randy in the local paper, he seemed to have the picture perfect life. He went onto to play college ball for the Metropolis Sharks and was recruited his third year to play pro ball for the Kansas City Chiefs. He was successful until an injury forced him to retire early. He was now happily married to a cheerleader and working with his Dad on the farm. He had a beautiful six bedroom house on the outskirts of town between Smallville and Granville. He had three boys. Jeremy looked at the picture of the five with contempt. It seemed that everything was going right for former self proclaimed redneck. He sure didn't look the part anymore. He wore his hair slicked back, traded in his ripped t-shirts and tight jeans for suits and ties. He handled the corporate part of the farming business for his Dad. Jeremy knew that there must be some secret somewhere that he could exploit. That's why he had been following the ex-jock around for the past few weeks. Randy showed up to Todd's funeral to show his respect. He talked briefly with Jonathan Kent, and then shared a drink with his former buddies; Justin and Jason. Jeremy observed the three talking. It was clear that they were not nearly as close as they used to be.
Randy stuck to a straight schedule that Jeremy observed, but this night was different. He hugged his boys and his wife and then headed out of town towards Metropolis. Jeremy was careful not to follow to close, but Randy was completely oblivious to the fact that he was being followed. Randy drove for hours until he finally pulled into an old looking shack off a dirt road on the opposite side of Metropolis close to the state line. It looked like some kind of bar. The parking lot was full of pick up trucks and old beat up cars. Randy's truck was one of the more newer vehicles he saw. The first thing that Jeremy realized as he looked around was that there were no women. Each car that pulled up held one single male driver. "No fucking way," said Jeremy as he found a place to park near Randy.
Jeremy entered through the front door and saw that it was a bar. The lights were extremely low but he could clearly see that there were men everywhere; standing on the wall, at the bar, and on the dance floor. The country music was loud and there were a lot of men there wearing cowboy hats. A few guys gave Randy a nod as he made his way straight for the bathroom. Jeremy followed. There were a line of urinals and three stalls. Randy headed straight for the last stall. Jeremy hung around at the urinal for a while waiting for Randy to come out but he didn't. A man came up to the urinal next to Jeremy and smiled. He was obviously drunk. Jeremy acknowledged the man, but focused his attention on the last stall as he did not want to miss Randy when he left.
"Don't tell me you are waiting for that cum slut too?" he asked in a low voice.
"Huh, what did you say?" asked Jeremy.
"I swear he takes all the men that come in this dump," the man said.
"That guy, that went in the last stall?" asked Jeremy.
"Yeah, Jackson Starr! Do you know him?" the man asked intrigued.
"You gotta be kidding me, right?" asked Jeremy.
"Nope, Jackson comes in about once a month and whores out with every guy that shows him a stiff prick. He's been doing it for years. I swear one night I saw him take like 20 loads in that stall. Any guy that wants a piece will go into that second stall and tap his foot. See, just like that! There he goes," said the man.
Jeremy watched and like clockwork, the man entered the second stall and tapped his foot. Randy sat down on the toilet seat and the man faced the wall. They stood like that for about 10 minutes and then the man grunted, and then cursed. He then exited the stall. Not long after that, another man entered the stall and the same thing happened again. Jeremy watched this happen four times. On the fourth time, Randy's feet suddenly disappeared and Jeremy knew that he was kneeling on the toilet seat getting fucked up the ass. Never in a million years would he have ever guessed that Randy was a raging fag. He had to get in on this. After the guy finished fucking Randy, he left the stall. Jeremy quickly entered the stall before someone else had the chance.
Jeremy locked the door and pulled his pants and boxers down and presented his cock through the hole. Randy accepted and swallowed the cock down his throat with ease. It was the biggest cock he had in his mouth all night. Randy was like a junkie getting a fix. It had been so long since he had the chance to do what he liked, which is suck dick and get fucked. He fantasized about all the times he was lucky enough to get cock. His years at Met U as a shark were the best. He was sneaking down to this place once a week to offer up his hot mouth and hungry ass to any man with a stiff cock. He was a big deal back then; a horny young jock that loved cock. Now he was a married DL guy still taking anonymous cock like a cheap whore. The truth is he loved it that way. He loved being used by men, especially black men. He would make them mad by calling them "nigger" while they used him. He loved to see his redneck ass getting pumped full of nigger cock and cum. "Turn around bitch," said Jeremy.
"Yes SIR," said Randy in a soft feminine voice.
"Get in this stall, I wanna see you take my fucking cock," said Jeremy. Randy obliged.
Randy pulled up his pants, left the stall door where he was and then entered the stall where Jeremy was standing stroking on his hard cock. Without words, Randy dropped to his knees on the ground and opened his mouth to accept Jeremy's ten inch cock. Randy didn't recognize Jeremy and it was clear to Jeremy that he was high on something. His eyes were bloodshoot and his pupils were fully dialated. "So this is what gets you off eh married man? Sneaking down to a shit hole gay bar, hiding out in the bathroom all night giving up free blow jobs and man cunt like a common whore. That what you like?" asked Jeremy as he messed up Randy's hair and slammed his cock in the kneeling man's throat.
"Fuck yes SIR, please," said Randy.
"Get up, hands against the wall," said Jeremy. Randy did as he was told. He hadn't had a man handle him like that in a long time and the thought made his cock ooze with anticpation. Jeremy pulled down the man's pants and took a look. Randy was wearing a pair of pink lace panties that were clearly too small for him. "I see you like wearing your wife's panties, huh bitch? That make your pussy throb thinking about a man fucking you in your wife's underwear," said Jeremy.
"Yes SIR," said Randy meekly.
"Sick bastard," said Jeremy as he grabbed a handful of the underwear, spit on his cock and shoved it up Randy's ass. The man covered his own mouth to muffle his screams. "I got big plans for you. Damn this ass is good."
"Yes SIR. Anything you want SIR," said Randy.
"How'd you like it if I took you out to your truck, and fucked you on the flat bed with your legs in the air like a bitch," said Jeremy.
"I would love that SIR," said Randy.
Jeremy forced Randy on his knees so he could reach Randy's hairy round muscle ass. He never would have thought that he would ever see Randy, the biggest prick in school reduced to a cum hungry cock whore like this. Randy was so fucked up that he didnt recognize Jeremy at all. That ruined Jeremy's plan. Quickly, he came up with an alternative plan. He grabbed Randy's waist on both sides and allowed the electricity to flow freely through the Randy's body as his ass received Jeremy's cock. Randy was yelling, and even with the loud music from outside the bathroom, people were beginning to notice. He felt Randy's heart beating quite rapidly and he knew that the man would not be able to stand much current flowing through his body. Randy passed out and his body went limp. Jeremy finished off in his ass but did not shock him with any more electricity. After he shot his load inside the unconscious man, he pulled on his clothes and sat the man down on the toilet seat. He leaned Randy's head against the stall. After that, he quietly opened the door. There were three guys standing around. "I think I may have worn the poor guy out. He's knocked out. Better let him sleep it off. He'll be fine in an hour or so," said Jeremy, trying to seem concerned. He walked out of the bathroom and right out of the club. There was a payphone outside of the bar. Jeremy dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" said the Operator.
"I'm at some bar just outside Metropolis. My friend took a bunch of drugs and now he's not breathing," said Jeremy.
"I have your location, ambulance and the police are on the way SIR. Just sit tight," said the Operator.
"Thank you. He's in the bathroom in one of the stalls," said Jeremy. As he hung up the phone he smiled to himself. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he kept smiling. When he saw the flashing red and blue lights as he got back on the highway, he let out a laugh. "Good luck explaining this one Golden Boy."