Date: Sun, 29 Mar 1998 08:24:29 -0600
From: Danny Ocean <eddie54@earthlink.net>
Subject: Macauley's Lips

Disclamer: Please do not read if you are under 18 years old.  This story
deals with the love that better not speak its name: man/boy love.  It is
total fantasy and not to be taken seriously.


			      MACAULEY'S LIPS
				    by
				Danny Ocean


	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 lightbulbs 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 is.
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.........Ohhhhhhhh...oooooooohhhhh..uhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmmmmmmmm."  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."


				Son of Macauley's Lips
					   by
				     Danny Ocean

Disclaimer:
	Please do not read unless you are 18 years of age or older.  This
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 existance.  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.

	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 whose 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:

	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.

	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."
	"Welp, 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
others 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'?"

Copyright July 1998