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.
Check back for chapter two!