Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2006 16:46:36 -0500
From: Miss Meehan <lilliluthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Vancouver, B.C. - Chapter 5

Warnings and Disclaimers Vancouver, B.C. is pure fantasy and written for
entertainment purposes only.  I do not claim to know the sexual orientation
of any of the parties mentioned.

Eric Johnson lay in his bedroom staring at the invitation.  Although he
currently called Hollywood his home, he still maintained his Vancouver
townhouse and frequently came back to town sans his new bride. He wondered,
as he lay in his undershirt and briefs what sort of up and coming talent
would be at the private party he'd been invited to. Paramount on his mind
was whether his former Smallville co-star Tom Welling, would be there.

Eric tried to ignore the stir in his cock as he thought about the
full-lipped hunk.  Although they played rivals on the set, Eric wanted
nothing more than to be closer than friends with the emerald-eye brunette.
Of course back then, Tom was married and devoted to his wife.  He'd been
strictly off limits although the majority of the male cast had eyes for
him.  None more so than John Glover who played the villainous Lionel Luthor
on the show and who was open about his sexuality.  It was during a drunken
celebration of their mutual birthday, that he and John confessed to each
other their secret longing for one Tom Welling.

Not being able to have what they wanted the two men sought out each other
for companionship. Eric was the same age as Tom and equally stunning.  He,
a former football player, kept himself in great shape.  Surprisingly, the
then fifty-something John Glover was also in amazing shape for a man his
age.  His shoulder length hair was brown and peppered with hints of gray.
His hazel eyes were intense and his neatly cropped beard and mustache soon
became his features on the older man.  It was rumors of their affair that
got Eric canned.

Now all he had presently was a wife he didn't really love and the one
fantasy he never thought he'd get to fulfill.  Allowing his hand to drift
to the bulge in his briefs, he traced his fingers over the outline of his
cock while he slowly slipped his other hand under his tee.  He took his
time.  He wanted to enjoy the moment and make it last as long as he could.

He imagines himself tied to the scarecrow post like in the pilot episode of
Smallville.  Only this time they are alone in the cornfield and the old
wooden posts are ground level so that Tom is standing face to face with
him.  The green charm is around his neck, making him unable to resist.  The
only thing separating Eric from his desire is a pair of blue plaid boxers.
Instead of painting a 'S' on the toned chest, Tom leans in and traces the
letter on his hostages body with his tongue.  Eric feels the warm wet
tongue gliding over his nipples, curving across his torso and ending at his
navel.

Tom is kneeling now, looking up at him through his thick lashes.  Alone in
the cornfield all that can be heard is the sound of the two men breathing
harshly. Fiery emerald eyes reflecting the moonlight stare up for a moment
before reaching up with both hands, lightly brushing the tenting fabric of
Eric's boxers and then traveling to his now pebbled nipples.  Impossibly
large yet nimble fingers twist the pink pearls and the handsome brunette
moans and bites his bottom lip.  Eric feels his own breath hitch at the
sight of the man leaning in to bathe his navel with his tongue.  Another
quiver of stomach and Eric can't resist straining against the bonds that
hold him in place.

Tom's hands slide back down, tracing Eric's ridiculously hard cock through
the thin fabric.  His hips buck forward to make contact and Eric is
rewarded with the feel of that beautiful mouth pressed against his
underwear.  The warm breath is dizzying and Eric clenches and unclenches
his fists in frustration.  He wants to beg to be set free to touch and
taste in return but he knows that won't happen.  He groans in frustration
and finally, the brunette smiles up at him and yanks down his boxers.

He gasps when Tom's head leans forward again and tentatively darts his
tongue out, tasting Eric for the first time.  Eric hisses and Tom pulls
back a bit, looking up innocently before a predatory smile takes over and
Tom begins to toy with his cock, taking in the tip and swirling his tongue
around the ridge.  Eric's hips jerk forward again, demanding more.  Again
Tom backs off and waits for Eric to regain what little composure he can.
He leans forward again and draws the tip of his cock back into his mouth.
Eric whips his head from side to side, the sensation causing his heart to
race.  Tom finally grasps the base of his cock and sucks him in.

Eric grits his teeth and cries out as he feels his length hit the back of
the man's throat.  Instead of gagging, the brunette swallows him whole and
Eric can hear his own voice begging and cursing as his balls tighten and
the moment threatens to be over way too soon.  His body jerks and warm
thick liquid spills over Eric's hand and he sighs in frustration as his
orgasm transports him back to his bedroom.

The phone rings and Eric answers breathily.

"Ah, your still up." The voice of John Glover sings happily on the other
end of the line.

Eric looks at his semi-flaccid cock and answers, "Not really, but I could
be for you."

John laughs knowingly, "I'll be there in twenty minutes," he promises.

Eric hangs up the phone, yanks off his tee shirt and wipes himself clean as
he heads to the bathroom to take a quick shower. John's timing is
impeccable as always and he's already getting hard at the thought of his
older lover showing up.  He's also made up his mind that he will attend the
Vancouver Boy's Club private gathering if only to get a glimpse of Tom once
again.