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From: "Trese" <thyrtene@edsamail.com.ph>
Subject: {ASSM} Gotta Love Milk (m/t)(celebs)(oral)
Date: Wed,  9 Jan 2002 19:10:10 -0500
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KILT   : Gotta Love Milk (m/t)(celebs)(oral)
Author : tReSe
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Background on KILT:

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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 should find something else to read. 
And, if you should decide to read this type of literature, 
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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. 

Futhermore, 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 own 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 awhile. 
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 off 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 awhile 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 LOOVE 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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*** If you want to read more of my stories, kindly visit my 
    web site @ http://www.geocities.com/houseoftrese
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I really love to hear what you think of this story. For your 
comments, suggestions and constructive criticisms, kindly 
email me.

Thanks : 

tReSe 

email address: trese@bigfoot.com 
web site     : http://www.geocities.com/houseoftrese
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