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.
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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.
The Bridge
On a typical spring day in Smallville you can see clear blue skies with hardly a cloud, and corn fields that stretch for miles and miles. Today was one of those typical spring days in Smallville. This is where Clark Kent grew up. He was the typical teenage boy, trying to navigate through his first year of high school. Good thing he had his two best friends Chloe and Pete for support. He also had the love and support of his parents; Jonathan and Martha. Although they are not his birth parents, they loved him as if he had been, probably more. They were like typical parents in the midwest. Jonathan was a farmer and came from a long line of farmers. In fact, Kent farm, which spanned almost 20 acres had been in the Kent family for almost 100 years. Martha was the typical housewife although she had walked away from college and her dreams of climbing the corporate ladder. Although Martha is happy with how her life turned out, sometimes she longs for a different life.
The Kents' were protective of their son. Clark was a special boy and his parents knew he had a special purpose in life. He had no idea just how special he was in fact. You see, Clark, despite his dark hair, handsome face, deep blue eyes and full lips, was not human. During a great meteor shower, Jonathan and Martha stumbled upon Clark and his space ship. He was about five years old. They hid the space ship in their cellar and never told Clark about his true origins. It was hard to keep the secret, and they were forced to enlist the help of Lionel Luther to forge the adoption papers to prevent questions. But that was years ago! Now, Clark was a 15 year old freshman at Smallville High. He was a shy kid but dreamed of being a star on the football team and hopefully earning the attention of his secret love; Lana Lang. The two had been friends since elementary school and Clark had been in love with her since the first day they met. Lana was the type of girl that every guy dreamed of and every girl hated. She was head cheerleader and without a doubt the most popular girl in school. Part of that was due to her relationship with Whitney Ford, Captain of the football team. The two had been going out for two years. Whitney was a junior; handsome, tall and lean, with blond hair and brown eyes. He was a hero around the town of Smallville. Everyone loved him, except Clark who secretly envied and hated him for having the life he always wanted and the girl of his dreams.
He was thinking about that as he walked down an old dirt road towards Loeb Bridge. He had missed the bus to go home again and was forced to walk the five miles home to his house. Taking this route was a shortcut that would get him home in half the time. He was dressed in his usual primary colors; blue t-shirt with matching flannel. He was also wearing jeans and work boots. The thought of walking that long way and then going home to do chores made him frown. It would only take him seconds to run home if he used his super speed, but it was a nice day and he was caught up in his thoughts about Lana again. She was wearing one of his favorites; a tight yellow sweater that showed off her breasts and form fitting jeans. He thought of all the times he had masturbated alone thinking about Lana and what it would be like to touch her and kiss her. He found himself becoming instantly aroused as he listened to The Fray on his walkman. Maybe it was the music in his ears, the racing thoughts in his head, or the massive hard on in his jeans that had him distracted, but the next thing he knew he was being pushed off of Loeb Bridge into Elbow River. He easily swam to the surface and then looked in the water to see the infamous Lex Luthor trapped in the driver's seat of a Porsche. He had heard stories of the prodigal son of the notorious Lionel Luthor. His father couldn't mention the name "Luthor" without rolling his eyes. All he knew about Lex is that he drank a lot and had a propensity for crashing vehicles and wild partying. Lex was 19 years old.
Without hesitation, Clark used his super strength to pry open the door and then pull Lex to safety. Lex was unconscious from the impact of the crash. Clark stared at his face for a minute. The two were wet and Clark was lying on top of Lex looking for signs of life. Being the expert in CPR, Clark pushed on Lex's chest and then placed his ear to his mouth to check for breathing. He did this a few times and then placed his moist soft lips to the stranger to give the unconscious man air. After a few attempts Lex opened his eyes and then pulled Clark in close for a kiss. Clark struggled but Lex's grip was firm and Clark could feel something stirring in Lex's suit pants. The kiss seemed to last for a long time but in fact it was about a minute before Lex passed out again. Clark continued to do CPR until the ambulance showed up. Someone must have heard or seen the crash and called the police.
About 15 minutes later, Jonathan pulled up in his pick up truck. He was in such a hurry that he left his car door open to see about his son. "Clark, you alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine Dad. Not even a scratch," said Clark as Jonathan grabbed and hugged him.
"Who the hell was driving that car?" asked Jonathan.
"That would be me Sir. I'm Lex Luthor," said Lex extending a hand to Jonathan. "Your son saved my life. I'm extremely grateful for that. If there's anything I can do in return, let me know."
"Yeah, drive slower," said Jonathan as he placed his arm around Clark's shoulder and led him back to the truck.
Clark couldn't help but look back several times to see Lex standing there on the banks of the river with his eyes glued on him. Clark felt a warm sensation run through his bodies and then felt his eyes start to burn. Lex was still wearing his business suit and a trench coat, both were soaking wet. He placed his fingers to his mouth and savored the kiss that the two boys shared. The whole ride home Jonathan lectured Clark about being careful not to bring too much attention to himself. He also warned him to stay away from the Luthors. When they got back to the farm, Martha ran to the door and greeted her son with a hug and a kiss. She told him to run upstairs and take a warm shower so he wouldn't catch a cold. Clark obeyed his mother and went upstairs to take a shower. In his room, he stripped down his boxers and then went to the bathroom. He stared at his body in the mirror. His body was hard from carrying hay bails and driving nails with hammers. He was a country boy through and through and he looked the part. He pulled down his boxers and stared at his nine inch dick as it lay limp against his inner thighs.
The water in the shower was warm and he held the shower head as he replayed the events of the day in his mind. Memories of laying on top of Lex giving him mouth to mouth and the kiss they shared were stuck in his head. His dick reacted and sprang to life. He was so horny that he grabbed the base of his dick with his right hand and stroked it slowly as the warm water penetrated his body. He stuffed his wash cloth in his mouth to keep from moaning as he turned around and let the water rain down his back and his untanned muscle butt. While jerking off, he stuck his finger in his mouth slowly and then spread his ass with the same hand and rubbed his hole. The sensation caused his dick to react accordingly. He let his fingers slowly enter his ass as he arched his back and continued to masturbate. 'Fuck, why do I like this' he thought to himself. The feeling was amazing and soon he was spraying the shower wall with semen. He finished up in the shower, then threw on some old sweats and went downstairs to join his parents for dinner.