Date: Wed, 18 May 2005 20:02:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: rocky simpson <niftyrocky@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Day After Tomorrow - Volume Six

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 -- Volume Six

By: Rocky

When we last left off, all was right in the world. Jake had finally found
happiness in Tom, and Dennis and Chris found whatever they were lusting
after in James and Chad, respectively. Three new relationships had formed,
all with very different intentions and outcomes. But one thought echoed
throughout all men's heads, is the grass greener somewhere else?

"Aww, fuck me!" James exclaimed.

Grasping onto the burly chest of the man that lay beneath him, James was
surely tired. Tired of being fucked badly, that is. If you're going to have
something shoved up your ass, it doesn't get any better than this. As he
adjusted his thighs to accommodate Dennis' wide frame, Dennis buried his
cock deeper inside James' tight hole.

Even as he was being filled with enough dick to satisfy a whole group of
gay teenagers, James couldn't help but wonder, "is this going anywhere?" As
he gazed into the eyes of his lover, he was greeted by a hollowness he'd
never seen before. Every other man James had been with had passion in his
face; Dennis was wooden.

"Maybe I'm just looking into it too much." James thought to himself, a
reassuring lie.

Dennis finished his fucking, leaving a nice souvenir right on James'
stomach. As the sweat poured down their bodies, Dennis leaned in to plant a
wet one on James' lips. James couldn't help but turn a cheek.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Chris and Chad were planting plenty
of wet ones on each other. As Chad maintained his balance bent over the
bed, Chris began to thrust harder and harder. Chad's tan and toned body
didn't compare to his pink asshole, formerly tight, now being loosened once
again by the large schlong of Chris Meloni.

As his ass was being stuffed to the maximum capacity, Chad glanced around
the room at the various articles of clothing left in disarray. Chad's
boxer-briefs had been thrown over the post of the headboard, and Chris'
jockstrap had been shoved in Chad's mouth to keep him from screaming. Yes,
this was all-out dirty butt sex, further accentuated by the red markings on
Chad's ass from the constant slaps by Chris.

Chad's Abercrombie shirt was casually tossed on the floor alongside Chris'
jeans, as Chris planted his foot on both as he attempted to adjust Chad's
thigh to enter him easier. Chad bit down harder on the jockstrap in his
mouth as the fucking began to increase in rhythm. Chris' eyes started to
look glazed over as they receded in his head with pleasure. The head of his
dick continued to puncture Chad's popped cherry, as he pulled it out and
shoved Chad down with one hand.

Chris began to squeeze Chad's cheeks together as he approached the younger
boy, cock in hand, ready to aim and fire. Grabbing Chad by his faux blonde
locks, Chris inserted his fully erect member into Chad's mouth, and within
seconds he had busted a huge nut right into his target.

"That was good -- at least you don't have to walk home tonight." Chris
laughed, complete with a devilish grin.

"Actually, I have an early press junket thing for House of Wax..." Chad
explained, as he sat up and began to gather his tarnished belongings.

"Oh, that's cool then, I guess I'll see you later." Chris responded, trying
not to sound disappointed and preserve his buff, tough guy image.

As the door to Chris' apartment closed, the door to Jake's would remain
stagnant. Tom's hand dropped from the doorknob, after Jake's confession
that he had originally intended for John Stamos to be his lover that
afternoon.

"What do you mean, I was better than John would've been?" Tom asked,
looking puzzled.

"Well, at first...I had intended for John Stamos to come over tonight, but
I'm so glad that you were here instead!" Jake tried not to sound too
desperate.

"Well, what would you and John have done?" Tom sounded intrigued now.

"I would've fucked him. Fucked him hard." Jake answered, biting his lip
nervously.

"So we go on a date, hit it off, and instead of waiting for my call, you're
making booty calls to sitcom stars?" the intrigue was gone from Tom's
voice.

"It wasn't a booty call, I just really needed to not be alone tonight."
Jake answered.

"Well, I think you're going to be." Tom responded coldly.

Before Jake had time to react, the door was slammed in his face. He rested
his head against his arms as he looked through the window to see Tom
leave. The rain began to come down hard as Tom ran down the street, and
Jake quietly returned to his bed, but not before grabbing a bottle of his
favorite vodka.

Well, maybe all wasn't right in the world. No matter how happy you may look
on the outside, if you look closer, the mask quickly begins to wear
away. The hard rain began to pitter-patter on the city streets, and Tom
soon joined another man to share a cab. And as the rain poured down as Chad
leaned in to kiss Tom, the question resounding in both men's heads was "is
the grass greener somewhere else?"

THE END

Questions? Comments? Suggestions? E-mail me at niftyrocky@yahoo.com