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 2 ----------------------------- By: Rocky
They say in life, all roads eventually lead you back to home. The question for Jake was, where would his road lead him? He'd seen his friends all take their roads, all winding down different courses then one they'd expected. Jake sure wasn't expecting this. He and Dennis were meant for eachother. From the time their silvery-sparkled eyes met to the time Jake was standing tall, covered in sweat as his cowboy rode him hard. Forever - such a funny word, now that you think about it. Can anyone truly be together forever? Any hope of that was now sure gone as Jake felt broken and alone, watching the streetlights pass him by in the backseat of a seedy taxicab.
Apparently, Jake's road led to a nightclub called Ice. Jake had heard of it before, a local gay club around town. The driver decided to drop him off here, as he had all the other casualties who had come streaming out of Dennis' Manhattan apartment. Everyone from Road Trip cutie Breckin Meyer to Cruel Intentions hunk Ryan Phillippe had stumbled into this oasis soon after Dennis had taken his cock out of their asses for the last time. Ice accepted everyone, from the kinkiest bear to the virginal twink. Jake had been a few times, and everytime somehow ended up on his knees doing what he does best, apparently. Jake reached for the door handle as the driver whispered something in his ear.
"Hey kid, don't try to take anything to big." The driver muttered as Jake exited the vehicle.
Jake scoffed as he slammed the door shut behind him. Too big? Nothing was too big. Jake's holes were bottomless. Although he'd only been fucked a couple times, his first time was amazing. His high school gym teacher had sure taught this boy a lesson, a lesson in keeping his legs over his shoulders.
Jake reached for the door the handle, and casually entered the private club. He scanned the crowd, looking for new prey he could take into the backroom. He immediately headed for the bar, a place he would remain a fixture for the rest of the night. As he sat down, a blonde haired boy swiveled his chair.
"Jake, Jake Gyllenhaal??" the boy asked.
"Yeah?" Jake reponsded
"It's Chad..Chad Michael Murray. I'm a huge fan. Wow..I didn't know you were gay." Chad said with shock.
"Yeah..well not many people do." Jake stated, playing with his watch.
"Dude..I'm just here trying to find answers to my problem at the bottom of an empty bottle. I just got dumped. God, George can be an asshole." Chad revealed.
"Man, I just got dumped to. Dennis fucked me over, what a shock. What is it with older guys, anyway?" Jake questioned, staring into his now empty glass of scotch as if looking for answers.
"I don't know. It's like they fuck you, but after they throw you out like a piece of trash." Chad sighed.
"Yeah..it's crap, man." Jake responded.
"Well, I got an early shoot in the morning. Here's my number - give me a call sometime. Later." Chad said as he exited the bar stool.
Jake stared at the paper, then quickly shoved it into his jacket pocket. He stood up, fresh scotch in hand, and quickly made his way into the back of the club. He walked past one of the private back rooms on the left, and looked inside to notice the inhabitants. The OC hunk Benjamin McKenzie was clad only in a wifebeater, thrusting his huge cock into the awaiting ass of a dark-haired boytoy. Jake looked closer to see who the bottom was. Holy crap! It was Adam Brody, Ben's costar, bent over taking it up the ass.
"You just gonna stand there? Feed him your cock dude!" Ben shouted.
"No thanks..I'll pass." Jaked shrugged off the offer with a laugh.
"Well dude if your into older guys..fuck yeah harder Ben harder...I hear Julian McMahon is fucking the living shit out of Kerr Smith right next door." Adam offered up an alternative.
"Maybe..be careful Adam..I think Ben's about to cum." Jake warned as he continued his search through the club.
Jake made his way to the next room. Sure enough, there was Kerr Smith, moaning softly as he slowly bobbed his head up and down on Julian McMahon's donkey dick. His puppy dog brown eyes looked up at the older man, and were met with a silent nod.
"Hey..you wanna get fucked?" Julian propositioned.
"Been there, done that." Jake responded.
Jake made his way over to room number 3. This room held something he couldn't say no to.
THE END
To be continued...