Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2005 03:14:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chip
Subject: Our Own Curse

Disclaimer: This is an adult male/male fiction. This is a completely
imaginary situation between Milo Ventimigila and Jesse Eisenberg. If you
are not 18 years of age or are offended by male homosexuality, and the
activities involved, please do not read on. You have been warned! Also, the
dialogue included form the movie "Cursed" was written by Kevin Williamson.

Our Own Curse

	I was sitting in my trailer getting my head straightened out for
todays shoot. We were going to be doing the scene where me and Chris Ricci
had to see a girl torn in half. It was going to be long and hard, but I was
up for it. I was pacing my trailer at the Dimension studios backlot when a
nock came to my door. It was Milo. Milo Ventimigila is one hard guy to be
around, especially for a guy like me. See, I'm gay, but since I wanna be a
movie actor, if anyone found out, my career would be over, so I have to
keep it really quiet. Milo is the single hottest guys I've ever met. He's
about 5'10", and 170 lbs of pure muscle. He's got black curly hair and deep
brown eyes to match... he is gods gift to men.

	"Uh... Hey, Milo. Whats up?" I asked, as he made his way into my
trailer.

	"Nothin' man, nothin'. Just waiting for hair and makeup." He said
this and then flopped down onto my couch, and as he did his shirt pulled up
just a little bit so I could see his stomach, and he lifted one leg up on
the couch, and... well... let's just say, both our pants were getting
tighter. We made small talk for a while and then he said, "Hey, listen.
I've been really stressing about the porch scene, cause we havn't really
worked it since we first blocked it, and I think I may have forgotten my
lines... so maybe, is it cool with you if we just run it real quick?" Was
it ever? God that was my favorite scene in the whole movie!

	"Sure man! For sure..." I said, as I sat down at a chair on the
other side of the trailer. I told myself I had to stay in control, I had to
keep my hands off of him. He was straight, and I couldn't have him. "Lets
go from when I open the door. Door opens. 'Bo. What are you doing here?" He
sat up, and his face creased in concentration,

	"'I just wanted to, kind of, talk.'" God he looked so sexy in those
jeans..."'About that stuff you said today.'"

	"'What stuff?'" I said, and my eyes were fixed on his chest... I
could see it through his sheer t-shirt. His nipples were hard and dark, and
his pecs were perfect... He got up and started to pace, running his finger
through his hair, and tugging at his jeans.

	"'About me. I was just wondering how you knew. No one else did,
just you. And'... uuuuuuuh... oh! Right! 'And I've been so shitty to
you. And then I thought' God, I'm never gonna get this line... uh...' why
wouldn't you know?" he looked at me to see if it was right. The inquisitive
look was just so freaking adorable, and I got lost in his beautiful brown
eyes... just for a second. Then I nodded and he continued on with his
lines, except he started stretching, which is what he does when he gets
nervous about lines. "'It takes one to know one, right? Of course, you
would know.'" He started bending over to touch his toes, and his perfect
ass was in full view, just because those jeans sagged just enough to show
me that he doesn't like to wear underwear, and I just stopped and stared,
until I came to my senses. "Jess! Dude! Hey! It's your line!" Shit! He'd
caught me staring, but he just kept on stretching, so I assumed everything
was ok.

	"Right... sorry... Um. "'Know what?'" I stammered. "You lean in for
the kiss, and I pull away..." and then he interrupted me.

	"No, didn't Wes tell you?" He was starting to look excited.

	"Tell me what?" I was really panicing now, he was so close, and I
just wanted to grab him, and let him fuck me then and there.

	"We're putting the kiss back in."

	"Oh. No he didn't tell me." My heart was racing, and my stomach
felt empty and shivery, and I was staring at Milo, as he said something
that made my head spin!

	"But I think we should, you know... practice it. Just so when the
time comes, were prepped. Right?" I was silent, and just looked at him. "Is
that weird? That I just asked you to kiss me? No. It's cool, we'll just
wing it when we get there." I interuped as fast as I could without sounding
desperate,

	"NO! We should practice it!" I realized I was shouting so I took it
down a little, "I mean, if we want to be comfortable with it... Lets take
it from 'of course'?" He smiled and just said,


	"Ok.' It takes one to know one, right? Of course, you would know.'"

	"'Know what?'" I watched him, with his eyes on me. He reached for
my face and drew me in for the kiss. The kiss that I'd long awaited for was
finally here, and as our lips met, I metled into him. I lost myself in that
glorious kiss. And as the kiss continued, I felt his tongue poke it's way
into my mouth, and I massaged his tongue with mine. I put my arms around
him, and pulled his shirt off of him, and in that quick moment when our
kiss was broken, he smiled at me and said,

	"Yeah... me too." I just laughed and pushed him onto the couch. As
we stumbled onto the couch he pulled my shirt off, and our hot naked torsos
rubbed against the other's. I pulled away from the kiss, and I began to
kiss his neck, he moaned as my hands roamed his body, I clawed at his back
and his ass. I continued down his neck to his chest, and sucked on his
nipples as he moaned, and he ran his fingers through my hair. He grabbed a
hold of it and tugged, not too roughly, but enough to tell me to stop and
pay attention to more pressing matters... I stood and pulled him up off of
the couch by way of his belt loop. He pushed me up against the counter and
started kissing me fiercely, his tongue attacking my mouth, forcing its way
in, and he grabbed my hair and turned me roughly. He began to tongue my
ear, and shivers ran down my spine and my legs, and my cock grew, and got
harder than it had ever been. He ground his hip into mine, and I could feel
that he was the exact same. So I let go of the counter and massaged his ass
with one hand, and started to unbuckle his belt with another. His pants
fell to the floor, and his cock sprang loose and I pushed him over to the
other side of the trailer and fell to my knees, and saw the biggest cock
I'd ever seen! It was lean, about only an inch across, but it was longer
than any other! It had to be at least nine inches and it was spouting
pre-cum. I downed the massive pole best I could. I kissed up and down his
hard pulsating shaft, and I licked around the head, and full on took all
his glorious man-meat down my throat. He moaned, "Fuck me Jess, this feels
fucking amazing!" He grabbed my hair, and started to fuck my face, full
force, until I started to cough. I couldn't take his massive pole in any
further, so I got up off of him, and rubbed his head with my thumb. The
pre-cum was still coming out, so I kept at it, until he pulled me up. He
got down on his knees, and began to massage my cock with his teeth through
my jeans. The pressure on my cock felt soooo good. He grabbed hold of my
button with his teeth, and pulled my pants off with his teeth. He pulled my
jeans all the way down, and my cock sprang against his face. He rubbed his
face all over my hard, pulsating cock. He licked all over my head and up
and down my shaft. He slowly stood up, letting my cock run over his face,
his neck, and his torso, until finally our cocks were rubbing together. He
leaned over to nibble at my ear, and whispered "I'm gonna fuck you so hard
you won't know what hit you." And he grabbed my cock, led me to the couch,
and threw me onto it. And just as he started to walk towards me, a nock
came at the door again.
	"Jesse, Wes wants you in the studio NOW!" shit.


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