Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 19:23:32 -0400
From: Jay Jones <whiteboyzbttm@mail.com>
Subject: Smallville vol 1 episode 9 - Skeletons

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.