Date: Sat, 14 May 2005 08:30:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: rocky simpson <niftyrocky@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Day After Tomorrow - Part 5

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 -- Part 5

By: Rocky

It had been one week since Jake had run out on Tom. The pitter-patter of
rain was heard outside, as the afternoon mist coated the glass windows in
Jake's apartment. Jake stood staring, stoic in state, waiting for the phone
to ring, or Tom to show up at his door, flowers in hand (and condoms in
back pocket) ready to whisk him off his feet. Nothing. Jake would look
outside for hours. If you can't tell, gazing was quite the habit of Jake's.

"Aww, fuck it. I'm calling." Jake thought to himself.

Jake grabbed the wireless phone from the front pocket of his boxer
pants. Licking his lips, he quickly began to dial the digits that Tom had
slipped in his jacket pocket during their last encounter. The phone was
ringing as Jake's anticipation was growing, and then, he got the
voicemail. Tom's voice was nice to hear, even if he was only instructing
him to leave it at the tone, and not suck his dick.

Jake didn't feel like leaving a message. Messages always seemed too
desperate to him. And plus, who wants to come home to find some guy
rambling on his voicemail? Jake needed to get laid, though. He needed
physical contact with someone he knew wouldn't try and hurt him. He had the
unlucky habit of hooking up with guys that ended up stabbing him in the
back. And that was about to change.

He had known of this guy, he was some television star in the 80's. Rumor
had it he was a great fuck, a real bottom bitch whose hole would just eat
up your cock. He had been around quite a bit, as you don't get the
reputation of a great piece of ass for nothing. But he didn't want to
"cheat" on Tom. He had just started to get to know him, and this guy would
pale in comparison. Oh well, Jake called anyway. Again, he got the
voicemail. Doesn't anyone know how to pick up his phone anymore?

"Shit...I guess I'll just have to jerk off or something." Jake thought to
himself, as he melted in the comfort of his leather chair.

Jake soon drifted off into a sound sleep. Hours went by, and Jake lie
motionless on his chair. He would be asleep until he heard a familiar
knocking at his door. He woke up, disheveled from head to toe, and stumbled
his way to the door, trying not to appear drunk. He opened the door.

"Hey," the voice from the hallway said.

"Hey man." Jake responded.

The man at the door was Tom. Jake was surprised and excited that maybe he
hadn't lost this one. Maybe this one had chances of working out for
Jake. Other relationships had failed in the past, but this one was brand
new, and would take a lot for Jake to fuck it up. But believe me, he could.

"Look..." Tom tried to get out before being cut off.

"It doesn't matter...It's a long story -- just come here." Jake interrupted.

Tom approached Jake and was assaulted by an oncoming kiss. Jake wrapped his
arms around Tom's beefy neck and planted his firm but soft lips on the
bigger man's. Tom reacted by immediately filing his fingers through Jake's
hair and kissing him back. Both men stood in a locked embrace of lips in
the middle of Jake's apartment.

Tom tore at Jake's shirt and lifted it up over his shoulders. Jake's chest
was hairy but not too bear-like, perfect for Tom. Jake quickly unbuttoned
Tom's plain white dress shirt, revealing Tom's tan and buff
torso. Obviously the extra workouts he had put in to fill the Man of
Steel's tights had worked out. Jake stood in awe as he envied Tom's
body. And that was just his chest.

"Holy shit...you're so hot." Jake tried not to sound like a gawking fan.

"Thanks. You could use some work." Tom replied, grinning with sarcasm.

Jake laughed and continued his tongue twisting action with Tom. He was
feeling up Tom's bulging biceps with he was suddenly lifted. Tom had
planted him on the kitchen counter.

"Hot," Jake thought to himself, as he had never done it on the kitchen
counter.

Jake barely had time to finish that thought before he felt a sudden
sensation. He looked down to see his pants unzipped and Tom's held in their
place. Holy shit, Tom Welling was sucking him off! And obviously, this was
not his first time, as his head bobbed up and down the enthusiasm and skill
only seen in the expert cocksuckers. And Jake had had plenty of experts
working his tool, but damn Tom was good. He managed his fingers through
Tom's curly black locks as his own veiny schlong popped its way out of
Tom's mouth. Eager to get it back in, Tom began licking up and down on the
shaft, before stopping at the head to blow on it and slightly tease it with
his tongue.

"Oh my fucking god..." Jake whispered as Tom continued.

Tom wasn't stopping until he got Jake's juicy load in his mouth. And he
would soon be rewarded. Stream after stream of sticky man juice shot up
Jake's shaft, and Tom gulped every last drop. A few drops had missed and
rolled down the side of Jake's huge member, but Tom quickly made sure they
were no longer there. He looked up at Jake, with the same boyish grin that
melted hearts across Hollywood and America. Only this time, there was cum
hanging down from the side of it.

"Come here," Jake laughed as he said it.

Jake kissed Tom and licked the last remnants of his load off the edge of
Tom's mouth. Their eyes met, and Tom leaned down to plant one of Jake's
lips.

"Well, I guess I should be going. I got to get to some signing thing." Tom
mentioned.

"Aww...you mean I don't get to return the favor?" Jake sounded
disappointed.

"Next time, I promise." Tom said.

Tom grabbed his shirt and began to button it up, before fixing his hair in
the mirror. He wiped his mouth with a towel and approached the door.

"Thanks, I had fun." Tom continued.

"Yeah, me too. And you were much better than John Stamos would've been."
Jake chuckled.

"What?" Tom sounded confused.

And with that, Tom's hand dropped from the doorknob.

THE END

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