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.
Skeletons
"We have to stop meeting like this,"
"Why?" asked Coach Arnold.
"It's not right. I'm married,"
"You have been a married man for 20 years Jonathan. That hasn't stopped us from doing what we do. It's guilt that you are feeling, nothing more," said Coach Arnold.
"It's a sickness. I can't control this thing," said Jonathan.
"Sickness or not, you still seem to find a way for us to meet up so I can fuck you," said Coach Arnold.
Jonathan Kent was silent. Coach Arnold put his arm around him and kissed him on his neck. He had strong feelings for Jonathan, he always had. Coach Arnold was a younger man then, 37 and was known around school as just Walt, short for Walter, Walter Arnold. He had been married to his wife for 20 years and they had two grown boys who were off attending college. Walt had always been a fiery and passionate man. He graduated high school on a Saturday and was on the bus headed to basic training for the army that following Monday. The army made him stronger mentally and physically. The army is also where he first had man on man interaction. He was in the barracks one weekend. All of his buddies had left base for the weekend but he was broke so he decided to stay behind. All of his money was going back to Smallville to support his new wife and baby. Walt was in the shower thinking that he was alone and jerking off thinking about his wife's full breasts and wet pussy. His eyes were closed and he was stroking his 11" cock furiously. He was using soap to massage himself. Before he knew what was happening he felt a mouth on his cock. He opened his eyes to find another Private on his knees sucking his cock. He tried to pull out of the Private's mouth, but he had a pretty good lock on the head of his cock and the feeling it was giving him (for someone who had not had any sexual contact now in months) was too good to say no. Both guys were 19 years old and from the mid west. They hooked up about once or twice a month for about a year before Walt was promoted and sent overseas.
Walter dabbled with men now and then but it never became a regular, consistent thing. That was until Jonatan Kent became Quarterback and Captain of the Smallville Crows over two decades ago. Walter had seen his share of jocks make their way through his football program. Not one of them was as mature and intelligent as Jonathan Kent. Jonathan made good grades in school, played football and helped his father on the family farm. He even tutored a few of his teammates who were in danger of failing and being kicked off the team. The two became close really fast. He shared his struggles with his Coach about growing up on a farm and wanting something different for his life in spite of his father's wishes. He didn't have a girlfriend, said that he was too busy, and thinking about his life as a whole, he was right. Jonathan liked talking to Walter because he felt that he could be completely honest without being judged. The truth is Walter cared deeply for Jonathan, he just wasn't aware how deep it went.
One night the team was on the road for an away game and spending the night in a cheap hotel in Topeka. It was late and most of the team was either at the pool playing around, at the gym or asleep. There was a quiet knock at Walter's hotel room door. When he opened the door, there stood his star player Jonathan Kent. "Coach, I need to talk? Do you have a minute?"
"For you son, of course," said Walter.
Jonathan was wearing boxers and a plain white tee. His blond hair was still wet from his shower. He sat down on one of the beds and hung his head. He was quiet for a minute before he spoke. "I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm so stressed out Coach. I feel like I'm going to explode."
"Talk to me. What's going on?" asked Walter taking a seat beside Jonathan.
"I can't even...I'm just so frustrated," said Jonathan.
"Let me ask you something Jonathan. What do you want?"
Jonathan was silet for a few minutes and then he leaned into Walter and kissed him on the lips. Walter was surprised but also flattered that his star player thought of him that way. He kissed the younger guy back and the two locked arms. Jonathan rubbed his hands over Walter's back. He could feel that despite the fact that the man was more than twice his age, his body was still hard and firm. Walter worked out every morning. He also worked out with his team. This added to the tremendous amount of respect they had for him as a coach. Walter was rock hard and there was no way Jonathan didn't notice the huge bulge in his Coach's pants. The two separated their lips and Jonathan glanced down at Walter's erection. He smiled and kneeled in front of the older man. He wanted to show the utmost respect for the man who had molded him and made him the leader that he was for his team. He wanted to say thanks and he thought that giving the man a blow job was a good way to start. Jonathan had never sucked cock before. He had never had any sexual contact with another person before in his life. All he had was his right hand and a jar full of vaseline.
Walter allowed Jonathan to take the lead as his cock was pulled from his sweat pants. The cock slid into Jonathan's warm mouth and despite being an obvious novice, he attacked the large cock with fevered enthusiasm. Walter's cock was 11 inches long, the shaft was thick in diameter like the width of a water bottle. The head was like a huge mushroom cloud after a bomb blast. Jonathan stroked his tongue up and down the shaft and then opened his mouth as wide as he could to suck on the head. "That's it Jonathan. Take it easy. It's okay! Take your time, enjoy my cock. It's all for you."
Jonathan was on his knees worshipping his Coach and mentor's massive cock. He wanted Walter to be pleased with him. He couldn't understand why he felt such a strong urge to be a serve. He realized that the reason he worked himself so tirelessly was because he liked having men tell him what to do. He liked when his father bossed him around at home. He liked it when his male teachers disciplined him. Corporal punishment was still allowed when he was in middle school and he would often find himself after class holding his teacher's desk, pants around his ankles, getting spanked with a wooden paddle. It made him hard in his tighty whiteys every time he felt the whack across his ass and the sound it made. The thin material was no protection from the force of the hits. One male teacher switched from paddle hits to bare ass spanking. He turned and saw the man with the most sinister grin on his face as he delivered the final ten swats with his bare hand. He also noticed that the man had a noticeable tent in his pants.
All of those thoughts raced in Jonathan's mind as he trained his own throat while sucking Walter's cock. Walter was clearly enjoying it all. Jonathan's own 7" cock was hard and leaking. It poked right through the front of his boxers. "Looks like someone wants some attention. Why don't you get out of those clothes and let me say hello?"
Walter had sucked cock three times in his life. The first time he was drunk out of his mind. He had turned 21 and his army buddies took him out to celebrate. They drank all day into the night. They went out to a strip club but it was he and his buddy Kyle who ended the night with a happy ending. They took turns blowing each other until the both shot loads in each other's mouths. Walter was drunk as hell but years later he still remembered the taste of Kyle's sperm as it shot again and again in the back of his throat. The second time was a one night stand after celebrating a Metropolis Sharks win. The third time happened on a fishing trip. He and his army buddies got together for a ten year reunion at a lake near the rockies in Colorado. A lot of drinks, hanging out in the hot tub and a sobering confession led to swapped blow jobs in the hot tub. It was the biggest cock Walter had ever seen, a few inches longer than his own. He had to take a crack at sucking it. It was so big that he could barely wrap his lips around it.
This was his fourth time having a cock in his mouth. Despite not having much practice, Walter was a natural. He took the length of Jonathan's cock past his tonsils and down his throat with barely much effort. Jonathan, not having experienced a blow job before was exploding in Walter's mouth in minutes. "I'm sorry Coach," he said. His butt cheeks clenched and his thighs quivered as he emptied his seed.
"Now it's my turn boy," said Walter. He had semen on his lips and in his beard. He was sitting on the bed. Jonathan was still standing, looking down at his cock as it shrunk to its normal size. Walter was still rock hard and wanted to blow his load, preferably in Jonathan's hot ass. He knew that the likelihood of a novice being able to take a massive sized cock such as his was probably slim to none. Instead, Walter picked up Jonathan and threw him on the bed. He grabbed the Quarterback's feet and flipped him over on his stomach. Jonathan was instantly erect again by the show of aggression. Walter was hard and dripping. He looked kneeled on the bed and separated Jonathan's ass cheeks with his beefy hands. Jonathan moaned like a helpless girl trying to fight off an overly excited date. He thought that Walter was going to ram his man meat inside him, but Walter had other ideas. He buried his face in the younger man's ass. Jonathan had never felt anything so amazing in all of his life. He was so hard that he had to re-position himself on all fours just to give his cock room to breathe. He felt the hair from Walter's beard tickle his hole. Walter had years of experience eating pussy and ass so he was very good with his four inch tongue. While he sucked and licked Jonathan's ass, he stroked his own cock. Within a few minutes, Walter was nearing his climax. Jonathan heard the grunts and knew that the orgasm was coming soon. He wondered where Coach would dump his load. Jonathan was close to coming himself for a second time. Walter stopped licking and forced just the head of his cock into Jonathan as he felt the first spasm of his orgasm. Jonathan buried his face in the pillows and screamed. The pain was excruciating. "That's it son, let my cum coat your walls. I promise it will feel better," he said.
Jonathan felt his insides go slick, then he felt it drip down the insides of his thighs. Walter was right, it did feel much better now. Jonathan felt so good that he worked his ass allowing more of Walter's still hard cock to enter his hole. Walter was pleased with Jonathan's enthusiasm. He didn't want to go to far with Jonathan so soon, so he pulled out and allowed the rest of his semen to spill over Jonathan's ass cheeks. The two now lay on the bed together. Jonathan was curled up on his side with Walter behind him holding him. Both men were asleep within minutes.