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Authors name: Danny Ocean (eddie54@earthlink.net)
Story title : Maculey's Lips
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Maculey's Lips (M/m, ped, oral, celeb)
By Danny Ocean (eddie54@earthlink.net)
***
This story is pure fantasy and not intended to indicate
that Macauley Culkin is anything other than a healthy
married heterosexual man. I hope he never reads this,
nor catches wind of its existence.
He's had his ups and downs in the show business field and
I wish nothing but good things for him: a solid marriage,
healthy children, a resurrected acting career, all of
which he deserves. But this fantasy keeps going through
my head and I had to write it down.
***
I'm a union carpenter living in Los Angeles. I've been
lucky enough to work exclusively for the major movie
studios. The pay is pretty good when the work is steady.
A few weeks ago I was working on the set of a movie
starring Macauley Culkin. I was in a bad mood the first
day. I just had a fight with my girlfriend. She's an
actress who doesn't work very much. She's got this split
personality. I don't know what to expect.
Sometimes she's reasonable and easy to talk to. Other
times she acts like "a star" who's better than me. We
would go to some parties where she would flirt with
anybody she thought could better her career. She would
ignore me completely.
I talked with her the night before on the phone. She was
up for a part on a commercial. She was telling me, again,
about how she was going to dump me once she made the big
time. I'd heard it all before so I just humored her. Big
mistake! She gets all pissed off because now she thinks
that I don't believe that she'll ever make the big time.
I can't win. I just hung up.
After working on the set for a few hours I noticed the
cast and crew showing up. Everybody's walking around and
talking. They're distancing themselves from the laborers.
It's like two different tribes who don't speak the same
language. They do their thing and we do ours.
However, in between hammering nails and sawing boards I
unconsciously glance in their direction and my eye is
always caught by the flash of white that is Macauley's
blonde hair. He was sitting in his own director's chair
with his name on it. Sometimes he was reading a script in
his lap. Other times he was just watching everybody
rushing around. I felt sorry for him. It looked like he
had no friends. He was a juvenile actor among grown-ups.
A child without a childhood. But what did I know? He was
rich and famous.
Maybe I was all wrong.
A few times we had to stop working when they were
shooting a scene. We just watched. It didn't mean
anything to us since we didn't know the plot of the
movie. The director would say "Cut! Print it!" and that
was our cue to start work again.
It was after such a scene was shot and completed that I
decided to go to the bathroom. I was wearing my hard hat,
flannel shirt, jeans, work boots and tool belt. I walked
past Macauley's chair. He and everyone else turned to
look at me. Then I realized why. It was the tools
clanging together on my belt. I was embarrassed.
The men's room was empty when I walked in. I was peeing
in the urinal when the door opened and Macauley walked
in. There were several urinals, but he walked up to the
one next to me. He unzipped and started peeing. Then, I
saw him look into my urinal which I suppose is normal.
Then he turned to look at me.
"Nice tool," he said.
I looked at him. "Yeah, I call it my utility belt. You
know, like Batman?"
"Are you sure you heard me right?" he said smiling and
zipping up. He was a very pretty boy. Blond hair like
silk. Super blue eyes. And thick puffy lips. His lips
were like a puppy dog's feet: to big for his body.
I thought I heard what he said.
Suddenly, he started giggling. Now I looked even more
confused and that made him laugh harder. He's stomped
around the bathroom laughing.
When he calmed down, he wiped the tears from his eyes. "I
gotta get back.
What's your name?"
"Ned," I said zipping up.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yeah, you're the star of the show."
He became serious. "You're a carpenter?"
"Yeah."
"Could you come to my trailer? I need something fixed."
"When?"
"Lunchtime. They usually break for an hour in the early
afternoon."
"What do you need fixed?"
"I'll tell you when you come. Remember, when the director
yells, 'Lunch. One hour', you come to my trailer. OK?"
"Sure."
Before he left, his blue eyes twinkled as he gave me a
very strange smile. "See ya," he said.
When the time came, I knocked on the door to his private
trailer. I kept thinking about why he couldn't tell me in
the bathroom what needed fixing. He opened the door and I
went in. It was a neat, clean place. There was a bed,
bathroom and a table with one of those make-up mirrors
with all the light bulbs around it. However, I didn't see
anything broken.
"So, what can I do for you?"
"Sit down," he said. He sat at the make-up table and I
sat on the bed. "Something happened to me last week that
I haven't told anybody about, but I wanna tell you."
"Sure," I said, taking off my hard hat and laying it on
the floor.
"My mom dropped me and my friend David off at the mall.
You know, the big one in Burbank? So, we just hung
around, went in the stores, did some shopping. Nobody
recognizing me which was cool. Then, David has to go pee.
So, I go with him to the restrooms, but I stay outside in
the hall. While I'm waiting for him, this old fat, bald
guy starts talking to me. I don't know what he wants. I
figure, he's waiting for somebody in the restroom, like
me.
"Suddenly, he leans over real close to me, lowers his
voice and says, 'How'd you get such big lips?' I didn't
know what to say, so then he says, 'I wish your lips were
sliding up and down my cock right now.' Now, I'm real
confused. Just then David comes walking out and we leave.
I look back at this dude. He's not following us, but he's
looking at us walk away.
"Later that day, I asked David what a cock was. And he
laughs and says, 'You don't know what a cock is?' I say
no. Then he leans over and whispers in my ear, 'It's your
dickey.' And he starts laughing like hell. I'm not
laughing because I'm thinking about that old, fat, bald
guy and what he meant."
"Oh, he was just a dirty old man. You gotta watch
yourself, that's all," I said.
"Yeah, I know." Mac started nervously playing with the
frayed threads that surrounded a hole in his jeans. Now,
he had trouble looking at me. "But it gives me a funny
feeling. I can't stop thinking about it."
"Can't stop thinking about that guy?"
"No....about putting my lips on a dickey. On a cock, I
mean."
Holy shit. I don't know what to say or do. So, I just sat
there and started to sweat. My mouth went dry.
He was still looking down when he said, "Do you like my
lips?"
My dick was growing. I cleared my throat and croaked,
"Yes, I like them a lot."
He still wasn't looking at me. "Could you picture my lips
on your cock?"
What kind of torture was this? Where was the hidden
camera? My dick was ready to bust a hole in my pants. I
shifted to adjust them. My heart felt like it was going
to burst through my chest. I reached over and put my
trembling hand on his cheek. It was soft and smooth like
a baby's ass. He lifted his head, closed his eyes and
pursed those beautiful lips of his. The bed groaned as I
leaned over and kissed him. Then he wrapped his arms
around my neck and mashed his lips hard against mine.
What a crazy fucking world. I'm that close to breaking up
with my girlfriend and what happens? I get seduced by the
richest, most famous kid actor in the world.
Macauley broke the kiss and was breathing real hard. He
put his mouth to my ear and said, "Do you wanna get
naked?"
I leaped off the bed and tried to get undressed as
quickly as possible, but I couldn't stop shaking. It was
as if I had drunk fifteen cups of coffee. He, on the
other hand, was a lot cooler than me. First came the
white polo shirt to reveal his smooth, perfect chest,
then the sneakers, white socks and jeans. He threw them
all on the floor. We ended up breathing hard and facing
each other wearing nothing but our white briefs.
"Let's drop them on three," he said smiling. "Ready?
One... two... two and a half...three." We both yanked
them down and kicked them off together. He bulged his
eyes when he saw how big I was. Without shame, he just
walked over and gently took my cock in his small, soft
hand. Oh, shit. I was ready to come. I hadn't had sex
with my girlfriend for three weeks. With both hands he
gently felt every inch of my cock and balls. It was
glorious torture.
"Mac, that feels real good, but..." Now he was stroking
me, staring at my cock.
He said, "It feels good when I pull my cock up and down
like this. Does it feel good when I pull yours?"
"It feels great. I'm gonna come, Mac. Do you know what
that is?"
"No."
"It's the best feeling there is and white stuff shoots
out of my cock. Just keep pulling it back and forth."
"You mean, like this?" And he speeds up. Oh shit.
"Tickle my balls with your other hand."
"OK." His hand's a blur on my cock. And when I feel my
balls tickled, it's all over.
"Here it comes, Mac! Here comes the white stuff!!!" I
ejaculated hard. The come was really thick. I came on his
chest, his belly, his navel. One even reached his chin.
He was mesmerized. His mouth was open and he was licking
his lips.
After a while I took his still pumping hand off my cock.
As I was trying to catch my breath I realized in my
selfish need for release that his cock was hard too.
"Oh baby, that was so great." I sat on the bed and drew
him to me. We kissed again. I broke it and told him to
open his mouth. We both enjoyed his first soul kiss. My
come was smeared between our chests. I gently reached his
sweet, impossibly smooth ass and caressed it. He moaned.
I think we both wanted that kiss to last forever. My arm
was long enough where I could reach between his legs from
behind and tenderly play with his tiny balls with two
fingers. It was too much for him. He broke the kiss and
held me tight.
"Play with my cock," he whispered. "Make it feel good."
I picked up his legs and straddled them across mine. Then
I simply lifted him off the floor and lay him back on the
bed. He lay there, gorgeously naked, smiling up at me
with his little hard dick lurching with every heartbeat.
"So beautiful, " I said almost in a trance. I leaned down
and started kissing his chest, then his belly. He was
giggling and grabbing my hair. When my mouth finally
engulfed his little hard cock, he stopped giggling.
I was going out of my mind with lust for this sweet,
beautiful boy. It was totally insane, but I never wanted
it to end. I got this crazy thought that if I made him
come really hard the first time, that maybe we could do
this again and again, like forever.
My mouth alternated from his cock to his balls to his
asshole and back again. He was breathing hard, moaning,
and shifting on the bed. I spread his legs as wide as
they would go. Then he reached down, grabbed his legs and
spread them even wider. He was giving me total access to
his genitals. "Oooooh, it feels real good. Keep it up and
don't ever stop. Ahhhhhhhh!"
My tongue was worming its way into his tight little
asshole and he was really losing control. He was twisting
and turning so violently that I had to grab his ass in
both hands to continue my manipulations. "It's feeling
really good now. Please don't stop. Ohhhhh! Whatever you
do, don't stop!"
I sucked on his smooth hairless balls a little more then
went back to concentrated solely on his cock.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." His fists
were yanking my hair, pulling me closer to his body.
He started shaking more violently and I knew he was ready
to come. I sucked harder and faster. His wailing became
louder and more frequent. Then I massaged his asshole
with my pinky finger and sucked real hard. That did it.
He was coming Wailing and bouncing and wailing and
bouncing. I felt his little cock twitching and throbbing
in my mouth. "Yes, yes, yes... Ohhh... oohhhhh...
uhhhhhhhh... mmmmmmmmmm..."
He was calming down. I was running my hands along his
sweet smooth legs and his still sticky chest. He slowly
let his legs fall to the bed. His little chest was still
heaving. I lay down next to him as he came back to earth.
"Oh, man!" he said. "That was so cool." An angel passed
as we lay there, silently looking at each other. Then he
burst out laughing, a laugh of nervous release. He bent
up and hugged me.
A loud knock at the door. "Five minutes, Macauley!"
"OK!" he shouted. We both exchanged naughty expressions,
then laughed.
When we were done dressing we stood facing each other. I
stroked his feathery blonde hair.
"Will you be my friend?" he asked.
"Forever and ever."
"Come back tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Because I still didn't put my lips on your cock."
***
Utter madness. How can I feel ecstatic about a new found
romantic relationship when I can't even believe it
happened? Did I really have sex with Macauley Culkin in
his dressing room trailer? Did he treat me as a new found
friend? Am I falling in love?
I'm sure I'll go to work today and he won't even talk to
me. It will all have been a dream. How can it have been a
dream when I told my girlfriend that I was in love with
somebody else?
"Who is she? Do I know her?"
"No, you don't, but it's something of a revelation. It's
not the love of someone who's been in and out of
relationships and expects the worst in each. This is
pure uncut love. The love of a child."
I drove to work without breakfast, without coffee. I was
shaking. My fellow carpenters and I were putting the
finishing touches on the movie set. I had trouble
concentrating. Always looking at the door waiting for him
to enter. Late in the morning, shooting began and I
watched him playing his role. He didn't look at me all
morning. Not a glance, not a smile. When lunch was
called, he disappeared. I checked the men's room. I even
worked up enough courage to knock on his dressing room
door. Empty.
I sadly sat alone in the commissary eating a sandwich and
a bowl of soup. Did I even have the right to be
heartbroken? I was so upset, my lunch lay unfinished. I
walked back to the set like a zombie. A co-worker asked
if I was all right. I said yeah.
I opened my tool box to resume work and found a folded
note inside that said:
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Dear Ned --
I couldn't see you today. I've been
real busy. I'm in trouble with the
director. I had to have lunch with him
and the dialog coach. Can you see me
tonight? I asked my mom to take me to
that big mall in Burbank, the one with
16 theaters. Meet me in the food court
at 7:30. My mom will be shopping.
She'll take about 2 hours. See ya.
-- Mac
P.S. I've been practicing with a banana.
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I had to stifle a cry of joy. Like a kid, I shook my
fist in the air and said, "Yes!" Then, I promptly ate
the paper. I went back to work with the disposition of
someone who just won the lottery. I thought my heart
would float out of my body and up to the ceiling.
I parked my fat-ass, gas-guzzling Chrysler on the second
level of the mall parking lot. I wore white shirt and
blue jeans. Mac was sitting alone at one of the tables in
the crowded food court. He wore a black baseball cap and
sunglasses. He spotted me and walked over to me before I
got to his table. He was smiling and fidgeting nervously.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi, yourself."
"Well, where to? The men's room or your car?" he giggled
loudly.
I looked around nervously. I hadn't thought about it.
We'd have privacy in both places I suppose, but if we're
caught in the men's room, we'd be stuck. At least in my
car, we could make one of those Starsky and Hutch
getaways.
"Let's go to my car. Wait a minute. I want to get a
milkshake."
As we walked to the parking lot, I was taking the
smallest sips from the chocolate shake I bought. I didn't
want to drink it all. I had plans for it.
There was no one in the parking lot. It was about quarter
to eight. I figure that anyone whose going to the mall
would be there already and they wouldn't be leaving until
the stores closed. Wishful thinking.
I unlocked the doors and Mac said, "Let's get in the back
seat.." When we got there we started to undress. "Hurry
up.," he said. "We only have two hours." When we were
nude, we looked at each other for about five seconds.
Then he leaned over and started kissing me. He was
instigating everything.
I was rock hard and I could feel his little boner poking
me in the stomach. I grabbed his ass with both hands and
he moaned. I loved running my hands up and down his
smooth legs. Then I ran a hand up his leg and ever so
gently fondled his scrotum. He moaned real loud and broke
the kiss with a smack.
"I want to put my lips on your cock," he said with the
most serious look on his face. Still looking at me, he
reached down and rubbed my genitals. "Did you read my
note?"
"Of course. Oh, that feels so good, Mac."
He laughed nastily. "Get ready for something good," he
said as he nestled his head in my lap.
"Wait a minute. This'll make it better," I said as I took
the milkshake off the floor and poured it generously over
my cock and balls. I hissed at the coldness.
He giggled again. "You think of everything." His head
disappeared in the shadows and my cock was cold no
longer. He was trying his best, but still could only get
two inches in his mouth. It was a heavenly two inches
that he was sucking on. The sounds alone were driving me
crazy. As he did the deed, I lovingly played with his
dick and balls. One of my fingers stroked his ass crack.
After a while I was constantly moaning. I couldn't see
them, but I pictured his beautiful puffy lips sucking on
my turgid cock. "We could suck each other at the same
time."
"How?"
"Like this," I said as I lifted his body to put him in an
upside down position. His shoulders were resting on my
legs. With his crotch at head level, I feasted. I started
sucking on his cock which from the start was stiff as a
nail. As a result, his sucking took on a added urgency.
He moaned around my cock. Then I paid some attention to
his lovely little scrotum. It was round and inflated,
almost straining; like a tiny balloon about to burst.
I engulfed it completely and teased it with my tongue
tip. He went wild, sucking like a vacuum cleaner and
moaning frantically. His whole body was trembling and I
had to hold him tight. Then I really got devious. I
dipped my finger in the milkshake and wormed it into his
tightest of all possible holes. It had the desired
effect.
"Oh, Ned! (heavy breathing) Suck my cock some more. It's
feeling too good." He went back to sucking me as I
concentrated solely on his cock and asshole. He
retaliated a bit by playing with my balls, all ten tiny
fingertips. It was my turn to moan uncontrollably.
"Oh, shit. Keep sucking, baby. I'm almost there!" I
cried.
He took his mouth off my cock long enough to scream, "PUT
TWO FINGERS IN MY BUTT!!!"
Who was I to argue. I screwed the second milkshake-coated
finger into his super-tight asshole. After that, we were
like two wild animals sucking, and stroking, and shaking
and screaming. I couldn't believe that I was hearing his
moans above mine.
We climaxed at the same time. I was so into sucking his
sweet dick that I didn't even warn him. I shot my come
into his mouth and I heard him gag a little, but he kept
going. I heard him swallowing between moans. Meantime,
his cock was throbbing and twitching in my mouth. His
asshole clamped down on my fingers. I couldn't pull them
out if I wanted to. Our bodies were rigid with orgasm.
Ultimately, the spasms came less frequently. Still, our
comes were so intense, we were afraid to move.
We gradually came back to earth. We slipped our mouths
off each other's cocks, still breathing heavily. I
lowered him back to a sitting position and planted kisses
all over his face and neck. His eyes were closed, but the
lids were fluttering. His mouth was open, so I filled it
with my tongue. We both stroked out sweaty bodies.
Suddenly, his eyes filled with tears. He was crying. I
panicked.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No," he said. "I don't want you to go."
"Oh, sweetheart..." I hugged him tight.
"Can't you kidnap me and take me home with you?"
"Shhhhhhh."
"I hate it here. I hate Los Angeles. I hate acting. And I
hate the grown-ups that keep telling me what to do."
We had plenty of time until he had to meet his mom, so I
just let him vent his frustrations for a while. I assured
him that the work he was doing was important and he must
hang in there. We slowly got dressed and walked back
inside the mall, holding hands. His sniffles stopped and
he smiled at me. We hugged good-bye and I gave him my
business card. "Call me if you want to do this again."
"What do you mean 'if'?"
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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