Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2014 15:07:43 -0500
From: Jay Jones <whiteboyzbttm@mail.com>
Subject: Smallville: The Real Story vol. 1 episode 5d

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.

Revenge part 4 - The final chapter

Jeremy Clark spent the next few weeks lying low.  The deaths had stirred
suspicion and he thought it best to keep a low profile for a while.  He
spent most days at the library getting up to speed with all of the
happenings in Smallville.  The meteor shower had caused a lot of problems
for folks in his hometown, including himself.  One name kept popping up in
a lot of the stories as hero; Clark Kent.  Jeremy wondered if Clark had
been affected by the meteor shower like he had.  If lightning could cause
him to remain ageless physically for 12 years then surely it might cause an
ordinary farm boy to develop super powers.  He quickly dismissed the
thought.  He had to remain focused on his mission, and that was to see to
it that the four boys who brutally raped and utterly changed the course of
his life pay for their crimes.  Jeremy had visited the libary so often that
the ladies behind the desk knew him by name (or by the fake name he had
given them).

"Jason, it's nice to see you today," said the lady behind the circulation
desk.  She was obviously flirting.

"I'm fine Janice.  How's your husband?" said Jeremy.

"Still fussing, cussing and driving me crazy.  I need a vacation," she
said.

"Don't we all," said Jeremy.  He went back to his research at the computer.
Nearly an hour after trying to find any news on the current whereabouts of
Justin Ledwig, he gave up.  He spent another hour reading about the
accident and his years as a vegetable at Belle Reave Mental Hospital.  Out
of sheer luck he caught the remark of a reporter who mentioned that his
brother had visited him every day there for years.  Jeremy was an only
child.  That was the first tip he had come across in weeks.  He scribbled a
note on a pad and then left the library, in a hurry.  In the excitement and
not paying attention to where he was going, he ran right into Clark Kent.

"Hi, are you Jeremy Clark?" asked Clark.

"Never heard of him.  My name is Jason," said Jeremy lying.

"You look an awful lot like him.  He went to Smallville High 12 years ago,"
said Clark.

"Wouldn't that put him in his mid to late 20s or something?" asked Jeremy.

"Well yeah, but weird things happen all the time here in Smallville," said
Clark.

Jeremy had an instant crush on Clark.  He was tall and muscular with these
amazing green eyes that seemed to burn holes right through your body.
Jeremy hated lying to the boy when what we really wished was that he was on
his knees sucking his cock.  "Sorry man.  I'm not from here.  Here visiting
a sick relative and I need to get back to the hospital."

"Don't mean to keep you I'm sorry.  I guess I'll see you around," said
Clark.

"I certainly hope so," Jeremy mumbled quietly as he sprinted off around the
corner.

Now there was no way he could get inside Belle Reave and not be spotted.
He would have to get a disguise of some kind and sneak inside.  Around the
back was a truck and a man loading things from inside the building into the
truck.  He ran up and offered his assistance.  "Need any help?" he asked.

"What are you doing out here kid?" asked the man.

"My car broke down.  I could really use a lift back to Main Street.  I'll
help you," said Jeremy with his nicest smile.

"Hold that back open for me so I can get this last load in and I'll drive
you," he said.

The man was in his mid 30s and clearly kept his body in shape.  Jeremy
smiled inappropriately at the man then stared down at his crotch.  The man
knew exactly what the boy wanted.  He spent more than 10 hours a day in a
truck either loading or unloading.  He hadn't seen his wife in months and
the idea of having a cute face blow his cock was the best idea he could
have ever come up with.  "I'll sit in the passenger seat," said Jeremy.

"Sounds good to me," said the man as he adjusted himself.  His cock
responded immediately.  Blake Golden was 38 and had worked with his hands
his entire life.  He was simple man.  He liked fast cars, sports, anything
outdoors and women.  He had never thought of laying hands on a guy until
five years ago.  He and his wife were going through a rough patch.  His
buddies took him out to try and console him but it was useless.  As it
turned out, only the lips and willing throat of one of his best friends
could make him forget all about his troubles at home for one night.  He was
of course drunk as a skunk.  He didn't even really remember how it started
or how he and his buddy Rick made it back to his place, but they did.  The
two were alone talking shit about women of course.  The next thing that
Blake remembered was telling his buddy to suck his dick.  He couldn't
remember if he was talking shit or if he was pissed off about something but
shortly after Rick did just that.  The next morning the two acted really
strange around each other as if they were both keep keeping a secret that
didn't involve the other person.  The next weekend they hung out and they
got shit face drunk again but this time Blake remembered everything.  He
remembered they were standing at the toilet beers in hand and pissing
together.  After their piss streams stopped, Rick sat on the toilet and
deep throated Blake's cock until he blew his load straight down his
friend's throat.  This happened two more times before it stopped completely
and abruptly.  Blake had not been touched by another guy until now.

Blake sat in the driver's seat with his fly open, cock hard as a rock and
the sweetest lips wrapped around them tight.  Jeremy was on the floor on
his knees giving one of his world class blow jobs.  Jeremy's hands slid up
the front of the older man's uniform; across his hairy chest and stomach.
The scent that emanated from Blake's hard man body was driving Jeremy
crazy.  Unfortunately, he wasn't doing for pleasure, although he was
enjoying giving Blake a blow job immensely.  He rubbed the man's stomach
and then up to his heart as he felt the man's heart beat wildly.  Suddenly
electricity pulsed through Jeremy's fingers and the man's heart stopped
almost immediately.  He pushed the man's lifeless body to the floor and
then proceeded to switch clothes.  He pulled the badge off of the
dashboard.  This would be the way he would gain entry to Belle Reave
without detection.

Once inside, he made his way to the security office where he thought would
be the first step in locating footage that would tell him who had been
visiting Jeremy Clark for years and claiming to be a relative.  Deep down
he knew who it was.  The reason there was no information to be found on
Justin Ledwig is because he went off the grid, disappeared after the
accident.  Why would he do that though?  He knew the answer to that also,
guilt.

"Jeremy?" a voice asked.

He recognized the voice immediately without having to turn around and see
exactly who it was.

"Jeremy, they told me you were awake and that you had broken out.  I'm so
sorry!  I wanted to be there when you opened your eyes," he said.

Jeremy stood in his tracks with his eyes closed.  He was unable to move.
"Why Justin?"

"I'm sorry.  I wanted to apologize for what we did to you all those years
ago.  I came back for you that day but you were already gone," said Justin.

"You terrorized me, raped me, made me what I am now.  I'm a monster," said
Jeremy.  He turned and looked at the older version of Justin Ledwig.  This
was not the jerk who had raped him all those years ago.  He was the only
one who looked different, who was different.

"I take full responsibilty for what happened, but you are not a monster.
We were the monsters.  That's why I didn't go to that funeral.  You changed
me too you know," said Justin.

"How so?" asked Jeremy.

"You were my first and I suspect I was yours too.  I haven't been able to
stop thinking about you Jeremy," said Justin walking towards Jeremy.
Justin was still toned but looked less menacing than Jeremy remembered from
high school.  He reached his arms to Jeremy, but Jeremy trembled.  "Don't
be frightened of me."

Justin grabbed Jeremy's hand and Jeremy surprisingly recognized the touch.
He pulled Jeremy into a closet.  Immediately the two locked lips.  "I don't
want to hurt you," said Jeremy.

"You mean the electricity.  I know all about that.  And I know what you did
to Todd and Randy.  I don't care.  I love you," said Justin.  "Please, this
time I want you to give it to me."

"Yes Justin, yes.  You can have it," said Jeremy, completely naked.

Jeremy turned around as Justin presented his long skinny 9 inch cock.  He
cleared his throat on his cock.  With another wad of spit, he fingered
Jeremy's still tight ass, readying it for his cock.  Justin was amazed that
Jeremy's perfect round bubble butt had not changed as his cock throbbed
desperate to get inside.  Inch by inch, Justin slid his cock into Jeremy.
Justin was always the patient lover.  He eased in, allowing Jeremy to fuck
himself as he arched his back and pushed the cock deeper into his bowels.
This time there were no harsh words, no ignorant comments, only two men
hopelessly in love with each other.  Justin played with Jeremy's nipples,
slowly pinching them to wake them up.  "Run away with me," said Justin.

"Where would we go?" asked Jeremy.

"Anywhere we want," said Justin as he felt the orgasm rise up his shaft and
explode inside Jeremy's tight hole.  "Anywhere we want".