Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2013 09:53:32 -0800 (PST)
From: J Jones <whiteboyzbottom@yahoo.com>
Subject: Smallville vol. 1 - The Bridge

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.