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Authors name: Trese (trese@bigfoot.com)
Story title : Gotta Love Milk
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Gotta Love Milk (m/t, celeb, oral, parody)
By Trese (trese@bigfoot.com)
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Background on KILT: Kathang Isip Lamang ni Trese (KILT)
is a collection of original writings, fiction, or non-
fiction depicting gay erotic themes.
Disclaimer: The story you are about read contains gay
erotic experiences. So, if you are not of legal age or
your country, religion, moral universe etc., consider
this writings to be perverse, then I suggest that you
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actions.
Author's Note: This story features Shane Filan of
Westlife in gay erotic theme. I wish to clarify that
this story is purely fictional and has no bearing on
Mr. Filan's sexual preferences in real life.
Furthermore, the management team of Westlife or anyone
involved with the said boy band or Mr. Filan, either
personally or professionally, has nothing do with the
plot of this story. Again, this is PURE FICTION!
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Headline: Shane of Westlife, an addict?
In an interview, almost two years ago the 22 years-old
Irish hunk admitted that he is truly addicted to milk.
According to the article, he simply can't get enough of
it. Apparently, he likes it so much that he even ensures
that he has plentiful fresh supplies delivered to his
hotel room whenever his on tour. Apparently, Shane can
drink up to 2 liters of milk per day.
I came across this article while I was preparing for my
interview with the group. I needed to know as much as I
can about their lives for our upcoming issue of teen
magazine in Sligo.
When I arrived at the hotel, I was welcomed by one of
their coordinators and was led to suite where I would do
my interview. When I entered the room, Shane just came
out of the bathroom. He was drying his hair with a towel
and he was wearing a white robe.
"This is Brandon Scott, from the teen magazine." The
coordinator said. "He's here to interview you guys before
the presscon."
"Yeah, I remember. Jeannie reminded about this last
night." He said.
"I brought him to you first, because the other guys were
still sleeping. I hope it's okay?" The coordinator asked.
"Sure it is. You know Sandy how those four. They could
sleep forever." Shane laughed.
"I know, don't remind me. I have the dirty job of waking
them up every single day." He laughed. "I guess I better
leave you two alone. I'll be back after one hour."
"Thanks, Sandy." Both Shane and I said.
"By the way, Shane behave, okay?" Sandy said.
"I always do." Shane making the cutest pout I've ever
seen.
"Hahaha." Sandy laughed as he closed the door.
"Please have a sit." Shane said.
"Thanks Mr. Filan."
"Just call me Shane."
"Okay."
"You seem so young to be a report?"
"Actually, mist... I mean Shane. This is my first job. I
just graduated last fall."
"Wow, I'm impressed! Less than a month and you already
have a paying gig. How old are you, Brandon?"
"I'm 20. And please just call me Bran."
"I bet I'm in good hands. Jeannie knows a fine talent
when she sees one."
"You know my boss?"
"Yup. She used to live just a few blocks from our house.
She's like my big sister. When she called me last week
asking for an interview, I immediately said yes even I
haven't confirmed it yet with our managers. While growing
up, she helped me in so many ways, I just wanted to
return her kindness in anyway I can."
"You're such a sweetheart!"
"Shocks, you're making me blush."
We both laugh.
We instantly hit it off and the interview went on
smoothly. He was so open and warm. We talked about all
the things that his fans wanted to know about him. He
also played my part as a reporter interviewing me about
my life and stuff. He was genuinely superb guy.
As the hour near to an end, I couldn't help myself asked
him about his milk obsession. I know its kindda trivia.
But I was determined to know how it really all began.
"So, Bran, do you think you have it all?" Shane said.
"More than enough. This would be a great article about
you!" I exclaimed.
"Be sure that you personally send me a copy of your
article, okay?"
"Oh, it would definitely be an honor!"
"We still have fifteen minutes. Stay here for a while.
Would you like anything else? More coffee perhaps?"
"Actually, one coffee is limit. Another cup and I would
be jumping around all over the place."
"Hahaha. You're such a funny guy."
"Thanks." I paused. "But there one thing I would really
like to ask. Actually it's been on my mind since I came
in here."
"Bran, feel free to ask. I'm game."
"Well, it's about your fetish for milk."
"What about it? Do you think it's weird?"
"No. Actually, I find it fascinating. I just want to
really know how it all started?"
"Well, that would have to be off the record. Can you
promise me that?"
"Really? On my life, I do promise!" I said making the
sign of the cross in my heart.
"Haha. You're really hilarious!" He said laughing. "Oh,
boy."
I just smiled.
"You see, I like drinking milk since I was child. But my
obsession to it started when I was fourteen. After
school, I would head straight to the restaurant and
helped out my folks. Usually, I'm in the kitchen cooking
or cleaning dishes. When my parents' wedding anniversary
came, I offered to lock up the place so that they could
have their time alone. Sort of my gift to them. I was
left with Jim, the guy who helped us run the place.
Jim was in the kitchen tidying the area and I was dining
area putting the chairs up on the table. After some time,
Jim told me that he was done in the kitchen and asked if
I needed his help. I told him I could manage and he told
me that he would be in the stockroom doing some
inventory. He also added if I needed anything, all I have
to do was bawled.
I think, I was done after 5 minutes. I went to the
stockroom to informed Jim that everything was neatened
and I was ready to leave if he was. The door was slightly
ajar and I saw Jim's back. He had an apron on and I could
see that his head was hanging low as if he was reading
something. Then I saw his right hand moving back and fro
under his apron like he was pulling something."
"Oh, my gosh! You mean... he... he was jacking off?!" I
interrupted.
"Impatient aren't we?"
"Ops, sorry. I didn't mean to jump the gun."
"You find this very interesting, don't you?" Shane asked
while flashed a grin at me.
"Very much. Please do continue."
"So, I told him that I was ready go. He was startled and
faced me. His right hand was still under his apron
holding his bat. And boy, what a bat it was! It made a
huge tent under his apron. His head was perspiring and
his voice was kindda hoarse. Jim was trying to explain
what he was doing but can't seem to find the right words.
I interrupted him by telling him I knew what he was
doing. I told him that he was masturbating. The whole
time I was talking to him my eyes were glued at his cock
under his apron.
Jim then relaxed and asked me if I'd started doing it. I
told him that I have. I informed him that I've discovered
it three months ago. Jim became bolder and asked me if I
wanted to join him or would I just like to watch. Without
waiting for my answer, Jim lifted his apron and I saw his
fat cock, which was probably 7 inches long. Precum was
lavishly sipping out of his piss hole.
My mouth was dry and my knees felt wobbly. My cock was
painfully growing inside my jeans. The next thing I knew
I was kneeling in front of his steel rod. I looked up and
asked him if I could jack him off. He removed his hand
from his cock and unbuttoned his pants. I grabbed his
hard shaft and began pulling it up and down. I could
smell the muskiness of his weapon and I wasn't even
repulsed. In fact, I was drawn to it that I moved my face
closer to it.
My nose was filled with the sweetest odor I've ever
smelled. My lips touched the side of his shaft and I
partly opened them. I let my lips slide gently until it
was positioned at Jim's leaky piss hole. Without
hesitation, I opened my mouth and engulfed his bulbous
cock head. Jim groaned as he encouraged me by putting his
hands on my head. He was very quiet except for the
occasional grunts and moans that emitted from his lips.
It didn't take Jim long before he warned me that he was
cumming. I stayed my lips locked onto his cock and he
began spurting heavy globs of sperms inside my mouth.
Instinctively, I started swallowing it all. Jim kept
saying drink my milk lad, drink it up. I was good boy and
drank him dry.
From that day onwards, I've been hooked on milk, cock's
milk that is." He gave me this sexually charged grin.
Then he paused for a while before speaking again. "I
guess, you have a very fresh load on you?"
I looked at my khaki pants and my cock was tenting way
up. I just smiled at him and saw he had his legs parted
and I could see his huge white hard bar pointing skyward.
He grabbed it with his right hand and gingerly stroked
it. Then the door opened.
"Dammit, Shane! Not the milk story!" Sandy scolded him.
"Hey, you know me Sandy. With a cute guy like Bran, I
just couldn't help myself." Shane said.
"Well, you better get ready and stop teasing this poor
gorgeous reporter. The guys are already waiting for their
turn. Besides, you already had tons of supply last night,
from the bellboy, the hotel manager, the photographer,
the tour bus driver even the laundry boy earlier this
morning?"
"Well, you know me, I JUST LOVE MILK!!!" Shane teased
Sandy.
"I guess, Bran, I could drink you're milk later after
you're done interviewing the rest of boys." Shane said as
he winked at me before going to his room.
Boy, I just couldn't wait to finish the interview, so I
could hose down Shane's thirty mouth with my MILK. I
walked out of his suite with a huge wet spot on my
crotch.
the end
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