Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2004 20:14:23 -0700 (PDT) From: rocky simpson Subject: The Day After Tomorrow DISCLAIMER: The following story is fiction and does not necessarily represent the sexuality of actors or characters involved. The author has no knowledge of the actors' sexuality and this is purely a work of fiction. The Day After Tomorrow ----------------------------- By: Rocky "Has anyone ever told you, you have the most amazing blue eyes?" Dennis muttered. Jake looked up, flattered but remained modest as he met the eyes of his lover. God, Dennis Quaid was handsome. Scrungy brown hair, shades of gray echoing throughout. His soft, petulant lips were surrounded by an unshaven mess. And his voice, lord, his voice had the most resounding sexiness Jake had ever heard. Of course, Jake was nothing to kick out of bed. Jake Gyllenhaal was his name, and God was he tired of people pronouncing it wrong. I mean, if he can get their name right, why can't they get his? Nevermind, I'm getting off topic. Like his older lover, he to had shaggy brown hair, but his was more well kept as he brushed it to the side of his deep brown eyes. His eyes were easily his best feature, as each offered their own gateway into his mysterious soul. He and Dennis both had hairy bodies, with Jake's hair sparcely spread about his chest. "Yes, you told me that on our...4th date, I believe." Jake responded, chuckling. "Ahh, yes. The things I'll say to get into someone's pants." Dennis laughed. "Asshole." Jake laughed. "Happy 1st Anniversary, babe." Dennis said. Their wine glasses met in midair, as both slowly slipped champagne to commemorate the event. Jake licked some off his lower lip, as he stared intently into Dennis' eyes. Their heads moved closer, as Dennis' hand grasped the soft brown hair of Jake. Soft lips met soft lips, and mouths entagled in endless passion. Their tongues darted in and out of eachother's mouths, as if exploring one's face for the first time. Dennis unbuttoned Jake's shirt, exposing the bare chest of the young boy. The older man kissed Jake's nipple, using his teeth to turn the boy on. "Screw foreplay, put it in me, man." Jake demanded. "You little slut." Dennis laughed. Jake flopped on the bed, stomach to the mattress. Dennis straddled his back, burly chest revealed. He grabbed some baby oil from the night table, and squeezed some into his hand. Slowly he massaged Jake's shoulders, as he inched his hands down to the small of his back. He grabbed the waistband of Jake's black boxer-briefs, and pulled them down as he smacked Jake's pale, chiseled ass. Dennis lowered his white briefs as his 9 inch monster became completely erect. "God, lube up my hole man, I can't take much more." Jake gasped. Dennis ripped open a condom with his teeth as he poured some more baby oil into Jake's aching hole. His hole opened to accept the lube, and Dennis wiggled a finger in to spread it about. His cock head was placed at Jake's rectum, and suddenly he thrust into the awaiting asshole. Shreiks of horror flashed across Jake's face, and tears welled in the corner of his eye as Dennis inched deeper inside him. With each thrust, the pain lessened and the pleasure enhanced. Soon, Jake was acting as if the dick inside him had filled some deep, aching void. Dennis slapped the hell out of Jake's ass as he rode him like a triple-crown jockey. In and out, harder and harder, Dennis pushed his throbing meat into the tight hole of the submissive boy. Pulling on Jake's bangs, Dennis felt a tightness in his body as he reached his climax. His juicy, creamy load burst into Jake's rectum, making lubricant for Dennis' softening cock. The older man fell upon the younger boy. "That was good. Goodnight, babe." Dennis muttered, eyes fluttering. Feeling cold and used, Jake slowly shut his eyes. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Jake stared coldly at the wall, as the ceiling fan slowly circulated above the cold Manhattan appartment. A fresh glass of vodka sat on the glass table, with Jake occasionally taking sipping it. Dennis was on a movie set, and said he'd be home around 8. The clock struck ten, and Jake once again redialed his cell phone. Voicemail; Jake didn't bother leaving one. The door to the apartment opened, as Dennis slowly sauntered in. "Where the hell have you been?" Jake asked, dressed only in a pair of boxer briefs and a wifebeater. "Calm down, princess. Shooting ran late, there was nothing I could do." Dennis protested. Jake looked at the ground, then looked back up to the eyes of his partner. "What the hell are those?" Jake asked, pointing to red marks on Dennis' neck. "These? Bug bites, Jesus." Dennis scoffed. "Who is he?" Jake asked, tears welling. "Ugh. I guess I better just get it over with, his name is James. James Caviezel. We did Frequency together, remember?That was a good movie. We're in love Jake. I'm sorry." Dennis said. "What the fuck do you call this then? This is a lot more than lust." Jake responded. "This is not more than lust, Jake. Telling me to `screw foreplay' when we're making love doesn't exactly equal love. You're a good fuck, Jake. James is what I want long term. He's pure, unlike you." Dennis shot back. "You made me like I am! I was pure, I was god damn angelic. You took me home and you fucked me. Who I am today is a product of you, you made me this way." Jake cried. "I fucked you like the cheap slut you are and were born to be. You were blowing your best friend in 5th grade, Jake. For christ sake, you're nothing more than a common whore." Dennis scowled. Jake collapsed in emotion. Tears streamed down his face, as he tried to hold back more. "I think it's time for you to leave, Jake." Dennis spoke softly. Jake packed his things, including the bottle of vodka he had been drinking from. He slowly descended the stairs, and loaded his suitcases into a cab. He got in, and sat quietly in the back. "So, where to?" the cab driver asked. "I'm not really sure." Jake responded. THE END