Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 00:05:48 -0400
From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay Celebrity: The Cut

The Cut is property of CBS and Tommy Hilfiger. This is just a story, a work
of fiction. Please don't take this as reality. Skip reading this if you are
not 18 or older. My only profit from the story is feedback from readers.
Please e-mail me if you like the story (or if you don't) and tell me what
else you would like to see.


Another task, another elimination. This time Julie got the axe. Wes, who
could barely walk in the skintight jeans he had worn for the fashion show,
was just happy to be around and to have his friends Shaunda and Deana still
around. They weren't that popular with some of the other players and Wes
wondered how much longer Hilfiger would keep the three of them in the
competition.

Wes was gay, and lived with his longtime partner. The slender brunette tried
not to talk a lot about being gay but his flamboyant attitude usually told
people all they needed to know.

Felix, the dour Cuban, pursed his sensuous lips in Wes' direction. Or more
accurately, Wes' tight ass in those snug blue jeans. Felix missed his
girlfriend and the truth was that Wes was prettier than most of the women in
the cast. Felix played it cool in life but he was used to having what he
wanted. So, without really thinking about it, he pressed his bulge against
Wes' rear end. When Wes turned around to ask what was going on, those big
brown eyes were swept up in Felix's stormy intense, rugged gaze. He knew
what Felix wanted.

Wes sank to his knees and nervously unbuttoned Felix's button-fly jeans.
Felix's thick 6 inches popped out, slapping Wes in the face. Inspired, Felix
took his length in hand, repeatedly smacking Wes' gaunt cheeks with the
flesh tube.

Wes slid the extra layer of skin on the uncut pinga back, exposing the
fleshy pink mushroom head. He dove his tongue deep into the slit. Felix
groaned and his knees buckled. With a few more swipes of Wes' tongue, he
knew he wouldn't last much longer. When Wes deep-throated him, Felix purred
in Spanish, shooting his tasty cream down Wes' expert throat.

Wes pushed Felix onto one of the beds in the bedroom they shared, and pushed
his bulging crotch between Felix's lush lips. Felix nervously puckered his
lips around Wes' plump package, slobbering over the denim. Wes pushed
himself out of the tight jeans as best he could, pushing them around his
ankles, and started a hot 69 with Felix. The night had just begun, and by
the end, Wes was going to do his best to pop Felix's cherry. He wondered
whether he would suceed.