Confessions

By Sky McCoy

A boy in love with rock star. A rich bisexual rock star who has been everywhere, and into everything good and bad, can’t make up his mind if he’s gay or straight.
When Blair decides it's time to confess to Madison the man of his dreams, that he’s gay and loves him, he didn’t expect Madison’s reactions especially since he thought Madison was straight, and had been indifferent to him because he’s gay.
Madison accepts Blair into his lifestyle, but Blair wasn’t expecting to fall into an arrangement where there’s another person controlling their lives. Will Madison choose his music over his desire and love for Blair? Will Blair become fed up and decide Madison is not worth it, and leave him to the clutches of people who want him for their own needs and satisfactions?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sky McCoy
• Release date: Dec 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9781370662265

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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Chapter 1

Blair

When I was ten I hated my father’s wife son, Madison. My father married, and left me and my mother when I was born to runoff and eventually marry this beautiful model in California. Her son whom I’d fantasized about over the years had been five years older than me and lived a rich life with my father on this beautiful hill near the Pacific Ocean.

I thought I was all fucked up because my father left me in my formative years and that’s why I became gay, but it was more complicated than that I soon discovered.   

My mother and I lived in a rundown house in a seedy part of Seattle, my father, his wife and Madison lived in a mansion in Malibu. It wasn’t Madison’s fault that I had a problem with my father, but I blamed him nonetheless for my relationship which had been dead until a few months.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault and especially not Madison that he was handsome and smoking hot and I wanted to fuck him even if he wasn’t gay like me.

Madison so good looking from the day I met him, had me dreaming of him stealing into my bedroom at night and fucking me, and making me his boy, and he’d become my Daddy and bossed me around, and made me do things to him and for him, and he would take care of me and we would live together happily ever after.

Now that was a fantasy I knew couldn’t come true, but no one penalizes you for dreaming, or do they? I had so much kinky stuff locked up in my headspace that maybe I could get arrested from what was in my head when I thought about Madison.    

I’d jerked off to his picture at night in my room just thinking that one day he’d come around to my way of thinking. It wasn’t Madison fault that I knew I was gay at an early age and it wasn’t because of him, but I thought it was because of him.

When I finally got a chance to visit my father, I dreamed that Madison would take me and make me his, but he never did, maybe it was because I was a boy and too young. Or maybe because he was straight and never thought about me in that way, or any way.

When I was in their home, I would sleep in the nude just to make it easy for Madison if he wandered into my room by mistake. I even left my door open with my ass uncovered just to tease him, but he never ventured in my part of the house.

I blamed him for being so sexy and causing me to dream about an elicit relationship with him, and surrendering my virginity to him. I blamed him for me being a virgin at eighteen because I was waiting for him to acknowledge that I was there and that he was gay too and desired me.  

Madison’s dark hair and blue intoxicating eyes mesmerized me, hitting me like summer heat in Death Valley, taking my breath away. A growing lingering want and with my cock swelling each time I glared over at him from across the dining table, I wanted to crawl between his legs and give him a blowjob.

Every time I stood on the terrace and stole a glance at his incredible body when he swam without a tee shirt and one night in the nude, I had to put my hand over my erection, and head for my room to fist my cock and get relief. I’d spent my developmental years jerking off to Madison’s handsome face and body. 

I on the other hand thought I looked horrible with my sallow skin and long dark hair. I looked like Dracula sucked all the blood from my body. It could have been the Seattle weather or me fucking my fist throughout my teenage years.

Although father brought in enough money to pay child support, it was Madison’s mother’s money and Madison’s rich father which made it possible for my dad to live in luxury while me and my mother lived below the poverty line, and maybe my father felt guilty when he’d offered to have me visit them in the summers, and now since I turned eighteen. 

At eighteen my father invited me to come to live in their home in California to give me a break from my gloom, and hopefully go to college.

I FLEW IN ON A CHEAP flight and Madison was given the task of picking me up from the airport. I found the baggage claim and then I glanced around for someone who fit Madison’s handsome profile. A hot young hunk in his twenties, but no hot sexy young men in sight caught my eyes. It had been agreed that he would meet me in baggage, but he wasn’t there even after I’d been waiting for an hour for the plane to unload my luggage, and put it on the conveyer belt.

Finally, I had my suitcase in hand and there was little doubt that my luggage wouldn’t be there because no one wanted a ratty old bag, not even me. I managed to push it out to the curb checking my backpack to find the address and make a call to my father.

After standing in line for a cab, calling my dad, and reassuring him that I made it, I stood waiting, and then the cab line began moving which seemed to take forever.

When I approached the end of the line with two people in front of me, it was then I heard loud rock music, and someone yell my name. Turning to see who it was I saw a black two door Mercedes angle to the curb. The top was down and someone was shouting my name. I recognized that face immediately. Why wouldn’t I? I’d been jerking off to it for years.   

I turned and rolled my luggage over to the trunk expecting him to get out and open it, but instead he sat in the car, and popped the trunk, and I slid it in. Then I walked to