Stay, Don't Go

By Sky McCoy

Two men, one in love, the other is looking for love but can't figure out the meaning of it.
“I'm rich and young, he's talented and thirty. I'm in love with this man, but he wanted what I couldn’t give him, until my need for him became all consuming. Now I’ll do whatever it takes to make him mine.”
Daddy kink, twink, submissive, top and bottom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sky McCoy
• Release date: Dec 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463527368

Sky McCoy

Hi, my name is Sky McCoy and I write gay M/M romantic fiction. My books are steamy, erotic, romantic, with lots of angst and drama men may face if they are in love. I write about love between men because I believe in the "Freedom to Love." If you are gay or straight, you may enjoy reading my books because "Love is Love."

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. No reproduction of this book part or whole is permitted. This book should not be scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without the author’s permission.

Chapter 1

Conner

I HAD ALL THE MONEY I could ever want in a lifetime. I had been orphaned at twelve, shipped around to relative’s homes who were glad to have me for a short time if I didn’t get in their way. When they found out they couldn’t get their hands on my money left to me by parents who never had the time or the inclination to raise a child, they eventually sent me away.

After my parent’s death, with no one watching over me, I wandered around Manhattan going from bar to bar when I was seventeen and eighteen, just sitting and listening to all kinds of music. I wanted to play the guitar like Bono and then it was the flute, and various other instruments until I fell in love with the piano.

The same time I fell in love with the piano, I fell in love with him. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on. I became obsessed and fixated on his mouth, his eyes, his handsome profile, his body—tall and lean, wide chest, tapered waist, muscular arms straining his dark suit jackets he wore to every set.

It was those long fingers which focused my attention as they raced across the keyboard. I imagined how I would feel if he’d put his fingers inside me. Opening up my virgin hole. I promised that I would stay a virgin just for him because I wanted him to be my first. I could dream if I had nothing else to fill my life.  

As a teenager and gay, I liked to dream. I had nothing else to make me happy but my dreams of this exciting looking sensuous man. I even imagined that he was gay but I wasn’t sure at first.

It was that moment that sealed my fate. I wanted to be with him, only him no one but him. I thought about hot kinky things he could do to me, which had my cock twitching straining in my pants. When I made eighteen and I had a chance to go out into the world and find a man my age I didn’t want that. Instead of dreaming about young men my age, kissing them, as they made love to me, I dreamed about this beautiful older man singing in a downtown club.

It wasn’t really a club but more like a dive filled with smoke, drink, and men all salivating and waiting for him to get off stage, so they can get their chance to fuck him or for him to fuck them. I didn’t know, because I wasn’t sure he was gay at the time.

I too dreamed of him taking me, as he looked into my eyes, and I would gaze lovingly into his soft blue eyes, the way he’d look over into the audience making love to them with his playing and his gorgeous face.  

I would sit in the audience surrounded by men and some women who didn’t know that he was gay, but because of his seductive teasing gaze, they too fell in love with him the way I had.  

Sitting among the mixed group, drinking and smoking, waiting our turn to convince him that we were made for him, I glanced around knowing the men sitting there patiently were in love with him too. He looked into the audience, but looked over everyone’s head. He wasn’t really looking at anyone. No one knew but I knew.

When he finished his set for the night, he would leave and a woman would come on stage to replace him, and the bar would empty automatically.

One night I decided to follow him just to see where he would go. I stayed at a measurable distance so he couldn’t see me. Then I hopped