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.
Electric part 1
To say that Jeremy Clark was unpopular was an understatement. Every day at school he was pushed, shoved, spit at, or just teased. The worst offenders were four members of the Smallville Crows football team; Randy Lee Thomas, Jason Rice, Todd Harris, and Justin Ledwig. The four made it their life mission to make every day of Jeremy's life at Smallville High a nightmare. Jeremy was small, about 5'9 and maybe 155. The four guys from the football team scared him and they knew it. They picked on Jeremy because he was smaller, because he was from the outskirts of town in the poor section of Smallville, and because he had a problem with stuttering. Jeremy tried his best to blend in and go unnoticed, but Justin and his friends would seek him out for public acts of torture that made everyone around them laugh.
On the day of the meteor shower, Justin and his friends threw a pillow case over Jeremy's head and stuffed him in the hood of Todd's car. Jeremy was so frightened that he wet himself. When they reached the destination, Jeremy heard the trunk open and the boys burst into laughter as they realized what he had done. Jeremy sobbed silently, his face still covered by the black pillow case. Randy pulled him out of the trunk and he felt his pants become unzipped.
"Say boys, what do you think we should do with him?" asked Randy. Jeremy knew the identities of his captors without seeing their faces.
"I say we kill him," said Jason. There was a moment of silence and then the four all burst into laughter.
"Please guys, let me go, please," pleaded Jeremy.
"Now why would we do that? You think we brought you all the way out here just to release you?" asked Randy.
"Guys we don't have a lot of time. We do have a game to win tonight," said Justin. He was the leader of the group.
"Say Justin, didn't you tell me your girlfriend is being a little stingy in the head department and you felt like you had developed a serious case of blue balls?" asked Jason.
"Yeah so?" asked Justin.
"Well, we are out here all alone with this pussy. My old man told me there is only one thing you do with pussy," said Jason.
"Fuck it," said Todd. "I'm with you there. Hey pussy, you up for taking care of us before the game?" He pulled the pillow case off Jeremy's head and then slapped him across the face.
"I'll do anything, please, just don't leave me out here," said Jeremy.
"If you are serious about it, then strip," said Justin.
"You heard him bitch, strip," said Todd, slapping Jeremy again across the face.
Jeremy was visibly terrified as he undid his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Then he peeled off his shirt. In total defeat, he dropped to his knees and was staring at Justin's crotch. The bulge in his pants was unmistakingly notceable. Justin was the most toned of the four. The other three had solid builds. "Me first! Get that pussy mouth over here. Let me feel those dick sucking lips of yours on my cock," Todd ordered.
Jeremy submitted as his head was forcibly grabbed and pulled. He opened his mouth willingly as Todd stuffed his thick 8" cock in his mouth. He had never sucked cock before in all his 17 years, but the feeling of having his throat fucked was not a terrible one. In no time, the other three guys had their pants down to their knees as they jerked off waiting for Justin to finish. Jeremy closed his eyes as his mind wondered to a million thoughts, all at once. "Keep your fucking eyes open, I want you to see me using your throat while you kneel like a bitch in heat swallowing my cock," said Todd.
He swallowed the best he could and tried to accomodate Todd's sadistic streak. At one point he felt Todd's ball sack resting comfortably on his chin as he kneeled in the dirt. He arched his back only to feel a sharp pain on his ass as Todd slapped his ass with his right hand. Todd played cornerback for the team. He was six feet even, 175 lean muscular pounds. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and no facial hair. His face resembled that of an angel, but everyone knew he was far from that. Todd had serious anger issues. He had ripped the door off his bedroom, punched holes in the wall, and wrecked his car more times than you could count. He was raised by a single mother and rumor had it that she was a stripper in Metropolis. Todd never knew his father.
Justin stepped up behind Jeremy and presented his long skinny 9 inch cock. He cleared his throat and spit on his cock. With another wad of spit, he fingered Jeremy's tight ass readying it for his cock. For a slim small framed guy like Jeremy, he had one perfectly round bubble butt, thought Justin as his cock throbbed to the point of hurting. Justin was the biggest of the four. He played linebacker for the Smallville Crows. He was 6'4, 250 pounds, thick muscle build with brown hair and deep brown eyes. Most of the guys on the team, and everyone around school called him "Meat". He had a girl that he had been seeing for a couple years. He had a regular source for sex, but was curious about fucking a guy. Secretly he had caught himself on several occasions staring at cocks and asses of some of his teammates in the shower. It was a secret he would never admit to anyone. Justin knew that Jeremy had never had any cock in his ass so he was gentle as he slowly and carefully slid his cock into Jeremy inch by inch. Jeremy felt his hole loosen as Justin carefully penetrated him. He found himself wanting to open up and take Justin's cock. Instinctively he arched his back and spread his legs to allow Justin more access to his ass.
"Well look at that. This little fucker likes cock in his ass. Fucking faggot," said Randy. He leaned back against the trunk of the car, his pants and underwear down around his thighs. Randy was the self-proclaimed redneck of the group. His position was halfback for the team. He wanted to be QB, but that position belonged to Whitney Fordman, whom he both admired and hated. Randy is 6'1, 180 pounds, lean and muscular. He had dirty blond hair, blue eyes, full lips and a wide smile. His skin was tanned from helping his Dad on the farm and he had several tattoos on his body. Randy drove a pick up truck with big tires, wore plaid button up shirts with the sleeves rolled up exposing his muscular arms, and he loved blasting country music loud while he drove. He loved baseball caps and cowboy boots. Despite looking like a hillbilly, his family made decent money. His mother inherited land and money from her parents and his father was a successful farmer. He didn't have a girlfriend. He thought settling down with one chick was for pussies. His father told him to enjoy being young and have fun whenever he can. That explained why he was so extremely obnoxious. Now he was jerking his 10" cock as he watched his buddies Justin and Todd get their cocks worked over. Randy was no stranger to man on man action, but that was something he had never (and would never) share with his friends. He loved women and he loved pussy but every now and then he would get the urge for some quick anonymous man on man sex. It started when he was about 15 play wrestling with his cousin, James. James was also 15. It started innocent enough, watching wrestling on Friday nights and then wrestling each other in bed. One night, the two were stripped down to their boxers and wrestling like always. Both sprouted hardons, but instead of stopping they continued rubbing and grabbing until both orgasmed on each other. It was James' idea to wrestle again, but the next time, he suggested they do it naked. That time while naked, James grabbed his cousin's stiff prick and licked the tip. Before Randy could protest, James took the cock in his mouth and began to suck him off. In no time, Randy was exploding in his cousin's mouth. This went on for months, then Randy got the idea in his head that he wanted to try it. After his first time swallowing James' 7" cock, he was hooked. James and his parents moved to Texas at the end of that summer. His father had gotten a job working on an oil rig. Before leaving, James kissed Randy on the mouth to say goodbye to his favorite cousin.
After James left Kansas, Randy tried to push everything he had done out of his mind. He hooked up with girls, joined the football team and did extra work for his Dad on the farm. He could not get past the urges he still had for male contact. About once a month, he found himself at a rest stop 30 miles outside Smallville where he would sit in a stall waiting for some trucker to stick his hard cock through the glory hole for him to suck. He would spend an hour or two sucking off every cock that appeared through the hole. Mostly it was white guys, but he would occasionally get to suck a big black cock. He hated to admit it to himself, but he really enjoyed sucking black cocks. "If my Daddy saw me now, sucking some random nigger's cock," he thought as he massaged the colored cock with his throat.
"Earth to Randy!" said Jason.
"What?" asked Randy, startled.
"I asked did you want next. Looks like Justin has blown his load in the little punk's ass," said Jason.
"Nah, I'm good man," said Randy.
Todd blew his load down Jeremy's throat shortly after and then Jason took his place. This went on for a couple hours. Todd was soon hard again and then fucked Jeremy's ass. Then Randy and Justin jerked off and blew their loads on Jeremy's back. Jeremy lay on the ground obediently taking the boys cock in his mouth and ass. When they finally finished with him, Jeremy passed out right there in the field.
Suddenly there was a loud crashing sound and then the lights went out in the facility where Jeremy had laid comatose for 12 years. The lightning storm seemed to flow through his body as if he was a conductor. His eyes opened wide, finally awake. He got up from the bed where he had been kept, put on his clothes, and then stared at himself in the mirror. He had not aged a day despite the years that had passed. With a surge of power that flowed through his arms and out of his fingers, he broke the window into a million pieces. He reached out with his hand and touched the bars that covered the window. They melted in his hand as a blinding light came from his fingers. He jumped out of the fourth floor window as if he had done it a thousand times, landing easily on his feet without feeling one ounce of pain. He looked left and then off to the right to the lights of Smallville. He had only thing on his mind at that very moment; revenge.