4 comments/ 19469 views/ 3 favorites My Night With Hugh Jackman Ch. 01 By: anthony1979 Edited by 'Angel Love'. * I guess I should start by telling you my name, or at least give you a name to refer to me by. Umm . . . let's see . . . John Frawley. That has a nice ring to it. I'm not going to tell you my real name as some of you Aussies may have heard of me! The year this incredible night took place was 1998 and I was an aspiring actor with hopes and dreams of making something of myself. Not 'Hollywood' mind you, but just being able to get my face out there and being involved in projects with actual money involved. The Australian Film and Television industry was a sorry mess (as it still is now). I was 19 years old, 5 foot 9 inches tall, boyish looks, with an athletic build that I was trying to bulk up at the gym. I was told that I was good looking (probably due to my European background), slightly tanned with dark brown eyes and short dark brown spiky hair. I always tried to look my best as you need to have the looks as well as the talent in the industry. My only flaw was a light scar that ran down the side of my neck that was due to a car accident when I was young. I was also one of those people that were lucky enough not to look their age. I could get away with playing a 17-year-old or I could look like someone in their early 20's if the part called for it. At the time I was a University drop out and looking for the opportunity to further my acting ability at various acting schools. I made a living working part time at a video store and doing any sort of stage work. It was after one of the plays that I was doing at the time that I was approached by a young inexperienced film maker named Kurt Young and he offered me the opportunity to star in a movie that he was trying to make. He was a really nice guy with big dreams of becoming the next Spielberg and it was a treat listening to him talk so enthusiastically about what he hoped to achieve with his film 'The Violet Eye.' It was a strangely metaphoric title for a story about a gay High school teacher who falls in love with his student. At first, when he pitched the idea to me I was hesitant – not because of the subject matter but as to whether this could be a film that people would want to see. I've found that too many films that deal with taboo subject matter become too melodramatic and are just taboo for taboo's sake if you know what I mean. (I know you're probably thinking you're a struggling actor! Take what you can get dickhead! But that's the sort of person I am – hesitant about everything!!) But the more he told me about it; the way the chemistry between these two characters would work and the way the story would address the very nature of love in the way that it did, I became as enthusiastic listening to it as Kurt was telling it to me! I thought that maybe he had me in mind for a small part and you could imagine my surprise when he offered me the part of the student! Of course, I wanted to jump at the chance but alas, the film was still in its infancy and he needed to get decent funding to get it made into a full movie length motion picture. The way it was to work was that Kurt had culled the script down to about half an hour's length and he was to shoot a short film version of the story keeping some of the main elements of the narrative intact. He was then going to shop it around to investors in a bid to secure more funding so he could shoot the rest of the film. He had enough funding for the short version and said that I was the first to be cast. He still had no idea who the teacher was going to be played by but he had a few contacts that were shopping the shortened screenplay around. He wanted me to go home and think about whether I'd be willing to do what the screenplay called for – namely the male on male sex scene. Kurt assured me it was going to be filmed tastefully. That didn't bother me though. I've never been homophobic and I have a few gay friends that I love dearly. I went home that night ecstatic at the prospect of starring in my first movie! Kurt sent me a copy of the shortened screenplay and the appropriate paperwork a few days later. I couldn't wait to delve into the script and at thirty pages; I was finished before I had begun! Let me tell you, even at half an hour long, the script was amazing. I had read many scripts before 'The Violet Eye' but nothing had come close to capturing the nature of the human heart as this one had. I know that sounds like I'm over-exaggerating but it was a tragedy that this film never got to see the light of day as it would have made stars of everyone involved, I kid you not! As soon as I finished I signed on the dotted line without a moment's hesitation and called Kurt to tell him I was eagerly on board. "Kurt I'm definitely in!" I said. "That's great John. Hey I've found you a teacher!" "Really? Who?" "Hugh Jackman, heard of him?" I had to confess, I had no idea who he was. He was still a relatively unknown actor and had apparently wrapped up 'Paperback Hero' a few months before. He hadn't signed on to what was to become 'Erskineville Kings' yet. Kurt had arranged a meeting with Hugh at a restaurant in the city and wanted me to be there in two days time. "I'll be there, 7:00 p.m. sharp," I said enthusiastically. I was there at 6:30 anxiously waiting. I was so hoping this movie would be my big break, I had such faith that I could not only play this role well but that it was going to be a career defining project, something people would say, "Hey didn't that guy do 'The Violet Eye?'" when they would walk past me in the street. I pushed all of these thoughts aside when I saw Hugh and Kurt walking up the footpath. Now I take it that everyone reading this knows what Hugh Jackman looks like so I won't go into great descriptive detail except that he was wearing a casual black suit which given his amazing physique, seemed to mold to his body like a glove. He wore a deep red colored shirt underneath his jacket and his top button was undone exposing a tuft of chest hair. His hair was messy, but stylish messy and kind of flicked back. I remember thinking to myself Christ he's good looking which startled me a bit as I've never considered myself gay or physically attracted to the same sex. Even though I had plenty of offers to sleep with men, I found that I simply wasn't attracted to them sexually. I guess I went against the pre-conceived stereotype that all actors are gay. But Hugh . . . Hugh was different. He came up to me with a dashing smile on his face, put his hand out and said, "Hi John I'm Hugh." I stood there momentarily as a fleeting image of me passionately kissing this Adonis standing in front of me sent blood racing through my body – (and to the one place no man wants it to run to when they're in the wrong company)! I snapped out of it and shyly said, "Nice to meet you." "Well let's get our table," Kurt said ushering us into the restaurant. Dinner went extremely well. We talked about the project, about how we were going to play the characters, the shooting locations, etc. Hugh and I hit it off straight away. I felt completely comfortable around him and before long it was like I was just catching up with a long lost friend that I hadn't seen in ages. Before long, the subject of the sex scene came about and Kurt had very specific ideas about how it should go. "The important thing is that it has to be passionate and believable. Hugh, your character Rick knows that his feelings for Grant are wrong, and the scene needs to show both the unbridled passion Rick feels for Grant and the self loathing he feels for allowing himself to feel this way. John, when you play Grant in this scene, try to show the yearning that he has for Rick. Throughout the story, Grant is like the nurturing one, he tries to assure Rick that it's ok to have these feelings and that Rick could have peace with himself if he would learn to just let go of his guilt." "How should the scene play out in terms of breaking it down into actions? The script is a little vague as to what we should be doing," Hugh said. This was what I was wondering as well, how much 'passion' would there need to be between us. "You're right Hugh, I'll give you a revision of the script which will go into further detail but in the meantime I'm thinking that the scene plays out like this: Rick is at Grant's home and has just spent the day tutoring him. They're alone. Rick goes to leave but it's raining heavily outside and he can't start his car. He's getting drenched as he tries to check under the hood and he comes back inside to call his mate Max the mechanic. The camera will be showing how Grant is admiring Rick's physique that can be seen as his wet clothes cling to him. As Grant gets a towel and begins toweling Rick off, he takes the phone receiver away from him before he can call. Rick turns around and meets his gaze as Grant continues to towel him at which point, the lust between them can no longer be denied. You share a kiss but then Rick, conflicted as he is, pulls away and tries to get back to the phone. Rick is both horny and pissed off at the fact that he can't go with his feelings – Hugh, I'll leave it up to you to play that in whatever way you think suits the scene. Grant then grabs Rick by the shoulder, turning him around and forces him to kiss again. Rick in turn takes Grant by the waist and lifts him up against the wall, lips locked. You make your way to the sofa where Rick sits down and Grant straddles on top of him, taking off his wet shirt. The scene fades out soon after. Uh, John, you will need to sit very close on top of Hugh – I want you to be chest to chest." My head momentarily swam. This was sounding so fucking hot to me and I couldn't believe I was getting so turned on! Again I had to snap out of the moment and said, "That's totally fine, I understand. Hugh are you ok with that?" He looked at me and smiled. "Completely mate." There was an uncomfortable silence. No one knew what to say after that scene description until Hugh raised his glass and decided to break the ice, "Sure is an interesting industry we work in. Today its fine dining with fine people, tomorrow – you John, shall be sitting on my crotch!" Well Kurt and I almost pissed ourselves! Hugh had said it in such a matter of fact way that we we're both in hysterics! We both raised our glasses and toasted Hugh on his words of wisdom. Later that evening Kurt had to leave after he received a call from his wife Wendy saying he was needed at home. We learned that Wendy was due to go into labor with their first child at any moment and she needed him. We said goodbye to Kurt and spent the rest of the night talking about everything. Hugh wanted to know all about me, everything that I had done and aspired to do. I told him all about my favorite actors, the best roles that I had played, the plays that I hated acting in, everything; and he listened intently, never interrupting me. He was so charismatic and passionate about the littlest of things – nothing was trivial to him. Funnily enough, throughout all the talking he did, I didn't learn much about him except for things that happened to him in his younger years before he was an actor which was fine but it wasn't until later, (at the end of the night) that I realized why he left certain details out. As he talked, I was starting to think of what it would be like to kiss him, and to have him close to me. Before we knew it, it was eleven o'clock and the restaurant had mostly cleared out. "Suppose we should get going," I regretfully said as Hugh looked at his watch. "Well I was thinking, if you don't need to get up too early tomorrow, did you want to rehearse some of the script? I'm not tired are you?" Hugh asked. "N-No, no way nu-huh!" I stammered like a complete fucking retard. Hugh laughed, his beaming smile lighting up his entire face. "Good! Is your place ok?" "Yeah totally! My room mate's in Perth so I'm by myself for the next couple of weeks," I replied. "Perfect! Let's go," Hugh said as he called for the check. He refused to let Kurt or I pay for any part of the meal. We walked out onto the footpath and tried in vain to hail a taxi. It just so happened that the annual city festival was on and there were people everywhere. Taxis were driving past us, each with passengers on board. After about 10 minutes I suggested we use the train as we were close by the station. We made our way down, sifting through the myriad of party people. We finally managed to get on the train but even that was a hassle. We were like a tightly packed can of sardines – people crammed the carriages wall to wall. We both managed to find a spot near a window, I had my back to the wall and Hugh stood in front of me with his hand resting just above the wall behind. God he was so close to me I could smell him. Our faces were literally inches apart and we just looked at each other silently for a minute. The train suddenly jerked and we were on our way. I wanted to move forward and kiss those incredible lips – it would have been so easy, he was so close but I didn't – I couldn't. I tried to get it out of my mind by making small talk but that was hard as there were a few drunks on the train making a racket. One such drunk decided it would be funny to push his friend over and being squashed as we were, as the friend fell, so did the few people behind him – one of them being Hugh. Hugh suddenly fell forward on top of me and as I fell back against the wall behind, I swung my arms around and grabbed the one thing that I was able to latch on to – Hugh! It was reflex, I wrapped my arms around him and tried to use him as leverage to break my fall but luckily the wall behind me stopped most of my decent – but it didn't stop my sheer embarrassment as I realized that not only was I bear hugging Hugh but I had my face buried in his neck as his weight was on top of me. I won't lie, I was in complete heaven and I could have kissed the drunken wanker for making Hugh land on top of me as he did! All I could see was Hugh's Adam's apple and I could feel the chest hair that was protruding from the top of his shirt on my lips. I didn't want to let go. I wanted to be this close to him always, to have my arms around him and my face in the nape of his neck. I inhaled his scent and closed my eyes for a second before regretfully coming back down to earth. "Whoa Jesus Christ! Fucking idiots!" Hugh said angrily as he slowly got up and glared at the drunken louts who were laughing at each other. He turned back and saw how red in the face I was. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Hugh, I'm sorry I didn't know what to grab –" He laughed as he put his manly hand on my shoulder, leant down to my ear and said softly, "It's ok buddy. You were just getting into character!" He stood back up and winked at me. I smiled back at him, blushing even more. I had noticed that people were gradually getting off at various stations and there was more room to move around. But Hugh stayed exactly in the same spot. I was sure he could tell he had more room to move back but he stayed put, inches away from me. We got off at the next station and walked the rest of the way to my house. I lived in an 'artsy' part of town – a row of 100 year old commission townhouses lined the street filled with struggling artists like me. (I was lucky enough to inherit my very nice house from my aunt after she passed away a few years back. She loved me like a son after her own son died). Every one of my neighbors was like a best friend. I got along with everyone and Hugh enjoyed listening to me tell him about each of them as we passed them by. "That's where Jacob Talbot a retired Scottish army Officer lives; he owns a pottery shop that he stocks with weird hand-made Zen sculptures. Over there is where Silvia Goldman lives; she teaches different types of dancing at a studio down town. She's an asthmatic chain smoker – fucked if I know how she hasn't dropped dead of a heart attack yet! In her spare time she writes unpublished erotica novels. And that's where Auntie Evelyn Van Den Brock a retired table top dancer lives. She's not really my auntie but she likes to be called that. She's now a struggling nudist painter." "They sound great! There would never be a dull moment around here!" Hugh said beaming at me. "Hey Sonny boy, watcha walkin' away so fast for, come and give Auntie a hug!" A shrill ecstatic voice rang down from the top floor of Evelyn's townhouse. "Hey sexy minx, I can't reach you from way up there ya silly bitch!" I shouted back to her as she roared with a hearty laugh. Hugh was taken aback by my brash words but I reassured him that it was ok; she had a very wild personality and a very wicked sense of humor. As she hurriedly came down the stairs Hugh asked me quizzically,"What's with Sonny boy?" "She doesn't have any children of her own so in a way all of the younger neighbors became like her surrogates. It took me awhile to get used to her, but the woman has an absolute heart of gold and not one bad bone in her body. Whenever any of us in the street are feeling down in the dumps we all come to see her and every time without fail she picks us up and we leave her house feeling on top of the world." "Oh yeah and what sordid things does she do to you, huh? Huh?" Hugh said with a mirthful chuckle. I playfully punched him in the arm. "It's not like that ya dirty bastard!" He put his arm around my shoulders as he giggled and I quickly pushed down my disobedient cock as it half heartedly sprung to life in response to Hugh's manly bonding. "Are you coming out or what?" I happily shouted just as Evelyn came bounding out of her front door. She was in her mid fifties, wearing a long multicolored tie-dyed dress that flowed from side to side with every motion of her body like a river of rainbow. A colorful bandana was wrapped around her head in an attempt to conceal her thinning ashen hair. She ran to me as fast as she could, laughing her merry laugh, clumsily gliding to me like an overweight pixie. I opened my arms waiting for this free spirit to welcome me as she always had. We collided and Hugh and I couldn't help but laugh along with her, she was infectious, precious and rare like all good things in the world. "How have you been?!! It's been almost two weeks!! Why haven't you come to see me you naughty boy." Evelyn said radiating with the warmth and care that only a mother could give. "I know, I know Auntie but I've been busy with work and hey, guess what? I'm going to be staring in my first movie!!" "OOOHH OH MY GOD!! MY BOY'S GOING TO BE IN HIS FIRST MOVIE! She delightfully screamed before planting a huge kiss on my cheek. I was sure that she woke up half of the street with her gleeful outburst but I didn't care, and neither did any of the neighbors. They all loved her as much as I did. "And who's this handsome strapping man standing next to you," she gasped as she regained some of her composure and looked intently at Hugh. "This is Hugh Jackman, he's starring in the movie with me," I said. Evelyn put her hand out and Hugh, being the charmer that he was, responded by taking it in his own hand and lightly kissing it. "It's an absolute honor and pleasure to meet you Auntie Evelyn," Hugh said in his deep brooding voice. "Oh my . . . Wooo!" Evelyn fanned her face which had gone bright red as Hugh gazed at her smiling. "Sonny boy, please tell me the movie you're in together involves you making passionate love to this man otherwise I may just have to pin him down right now myself!!" Hugh burst into a fit of uncomfortable laughter. For the first time I saw Hugh lose his composure. He didn't know how to respond and I found the shy little boy that he had suddenly become to be completely endearing. I was so used to Evelyn's brash inappropriateness that it didn't even faze me anymore. That's what I loved about her, she always said what was on her mind and you always knew that she was telling you the truth. My Night With Hugh Jackman Ch. 01 "Well I don't know about that Auntie, we'll see . . . ," I said. I didn't want to make Hugh anymore embarrassed then he already was by making Evelyn shriek in delight again by my telling her that she was right about us having sex with each other on celluloid. "Oh you have to come inside; I've finished your drawing!" I suddenly became the uncomfortable one as I cleared my throat and looked at her wide eyed. I had posed naked for her a few weeks before and she promised to show it to me after she had put the finishing touches and framing. I started going bright red as I looked at Hugh who could see that I was uncomfortable. "No, ah - please Auntie, um, can you show me next time?" "Oh come now, I've been waiting for two weeks to show you how it turned out. I'm sure Hugh won't mind." "No absolutely not, I wouldn't mind at all. I'd love to see it," Hugh eagerly replied. I looked over to him with a look of utmost horror. Kill me now... I thought to myself. I leant over and whispered into his ear, "Uh, Hugh, it's a naked portrait of me." "I know! Why do you think I want to see it!! Auntie's not the only one with a wicked sense of humor you know!" he whispered back to me with a smarmy grin on his face and eyes gleaming with anticipation. I'm going to kill him! I swear I'm going to kill him! Well first I'm going to make love to him and then I'm going to kill him! I chortled to myself as I realized I was about to bare all whether I liked it or not. We walked into Evelyn's house and our senses were instantly invaded by the overpowering scent of burning jasmine incense. Her entire house was decked out like some colorful Bollywood production; bright yellow and orange pillows were lying on a bright green and purple sofa and a mosaic-tiled coffee table emblazoned with a large mural of the 'Ying-Yang' symbol on it sat in the middle of the lounge room. Fanciful mirrors and pictures of elephants dancing with the goddess 'Siva' donned the walls. A large golden Buddha sat in the corner next to an indoor pond that was attached to a rocky wall fountain. Her home was always a sight to behold and the funny thing was that even though she surrounded herself with different deities, she wasn't at all religious! We walked through the kitchen into her studio where she drew her sketches. She quickly walked over to a large canvas. There was a large tarp covering it and she brought it over to us. "Ready for the grand unveiling?!!" Evelyn could barely contain her gleeful anticipation as she spoke. "All right, go ahead. Hugh if you laugh I'll fucking kill you where you stand!" He laughed and winked at me with a mischievous grin on his face. Evelyn grabbed the large tarp by the corner and flung it upwards and away . . . . . . And there I was, in all my naked glory! The drawing consisted of me sitting; legs apart on a stool looking off in the distance. My head was tilted upwards, arms resting on my knees, fingers locked together with my back bent down at a forty-five-degree angle. Oh yeah and did I mention I was completely buck naked? I saw that my flaccid willy was half concealed by my arm being in the way which was some comfort. It wasn't displayed in its full tiny glory as I had feared. Overall, I thought it was quite an incredible portrait. It looked exactly like me, except in tones of sepia and black. Evelyn was an amazing sketch artist; there was no doubt about it. "Hey thanks for making my dick bigger!" I said to Evelyn as she roared her classic hearty laugh again. "My beautiful boy, you've got nothing to worry about in that area, trust me." I appreciated her reassurance. I noticed that Hugh was very quiet so I turned to him and noticed the look of utmost awe on his face. He was silent as he just stared at the portrait; at the portrait of me, naked and sitting. "What do you think of it sweetie?" Evelyn asked Hugh. He didn't respond. "Hugh? Hey Hugh?" I gently nudged him. "Hmm? Oh yes it's uh . . . it's good." That's it? 'It's good?' That's all he has to say? But it suddenly dawned on me that maybe he was embarrassed. I didn't know why; I mean there's nothing wrong with admiring a piece of art, big deal what it consists of. Hugh went back to looking at it, lost to us again. Evelyn smiled at him. She knew that he thought it was special. She leant over to him and said, "It's yours Hugh." "What? Oh no, no I couldn't take this." "Yes you can. It's already yours! It's been yours since the moment I touched a pencil to its canvas. My mother used to say that we don't choose art, art chooses us. We each like different types of art because art calls to us all in different ways. Why do you think one man's graffiti is another man's Da Vinci? This piece has chosen you as its owner and it's apart of you now whether you like it or not sweetheart! It's yours and it's free – I insist. All I ask is that you look after it well." You couldn't argue with her logic. It could be so unconventional and beautiful that sometimes you forgot that she could be quite abrasive and naughty as well. Hugh was completely floored by her personal philosophy that he graciously accepted her gift. I however, started wondering exactly what was going on with him. Why was he so mesmerized by that picture of me? Don't even think about it, he's not gay, he's not interested in you, you don't have a chance with him. I could always rely on the Jiminy Cricket inside my head to ground me in the truth of the matter. We said goodbye to Evelyn and walked on toward my house. As we got there, I opened the small gate and went up the pathway to my front door. I hadn't mowed in a few weeks and it showed as the grass in my front yard was long and unkempt. I was a little embarrassed but Hugh didn't even seem to notice. Hugh put the portrait down near the door as we walked in. We got our scripts out and began talking about which scenes we should rehearse. "Scene one and two take place at Grant's house and at the classroom but we need people to play Sarah, Michael and Ryan and scene three is mainly me and Ryan so that's no good," I said to Hugh as we flicked through the pages. "What about scene five, that takes place in the classroom between just us two," Hugh said. "Yep," I replied. "And scene 9 . . ." My heart skipped. It was the sex scene. "Scene nine?" I said as I tried to gulp down the sudden lump in my throat. "Yeah mate. Look we should probably rehearse it and you know, get used to each other before we do it in front of the camera. It's just another scene and it's better we start getting used to doing it now. Kurt needs us to be convincing right?" "You're absolutely right, definitely," I replied as coolly as I could. Yeah I thought to myself. It's just another scene of me and Hugh passionately kissing with our bodies pressed up against each other, touching, pseudo fondling, hands . . . "Okay scene five. Let's give it a quick run through." Hugh said as he snapped me out of my daze. Scene five went without a hitch. We obviously needed to practice it more but we got the general gist of how we should be reacting to one another. Then came scene nine. We first read through it silently. I had been reading this part of the script continuously over the last couple of days, soaking up every description and every bit of dialogue like a sponge, memorizing every last detail. I was anxious to get it right and now that I knew who the teacher was going to be played by, I was all the more careful to not fuck it up mid way and ruin the moment. It was a good thing it was mostly action, there was only a few lines of actual dialogue between us. We put our scripts down and looked at each other. The moment had come at last and I was terrified! My heart began racing as Hugh grinned at me. "Ready?" Hugh asked. "Uh-huh, lets go!" I replied as I cleared my throat and wet my lips. "Okay, first things first. Go get a towel." I quickly went to the hall closet and got a towel. I returned to find Hugh gone. After waiting for a few minutes he returned with a huge jug of water. "Hope you don't mind. I helped myself to your kitchen!" he said smiling. "Not at all," I replied. He went out onto the porch and poured the jug all over his head. He came back inside completely drenched and breathing heavily from the coldness of the water and put the jug on the floor. I could see that he was in character so I quickly did the same. He walked over to the telephone and began dialing. I walked up to him with the towel and began toweling, admiring the V-shape of his back that could be seen through the clinging shirt. I reached over and taking the phone out of his hands, put it back down on the receiver. Hugh slowly turned around and faced me, his eyes had such a yearning that I momentarily forgot my place - lost in his mesmerizing gaze. I snapped out of it and continued toweling his chest as he put his finger under my chin, lifting my head to his. We closed our eyes and kissed. Never had I been kissed like that before. It was pure magic. I felt so completely in the moment. I was kissing Hugh Jackman and it felt wonderful. It was tender; his lips were supple and moist. The water that was dripping from his head mingled with the softness of his lips making them slippery and succulent. It wasn't porn tongue flicking; it was romantic and erotic kissing. Before I knew it Hugh pulled away, just as he was supposed to in the script. Hugh went back to the phone. I followed and even though I was supposed to turn him around and plead with him to continue as was written in the script, I was no longer Grant. I was myself and I wanted him to continue because I wanted to be kissing him again. I put my hand on his shoulder and turning him around, took his head in my hands and put his face close to mine. Hugh in turn tried to pull away again. "No, no Rick look at me. Rick . . . look at me." "I need to call Max . . . he can fix . . . ," Hugh whispered gazing at me with those intense eyes that could melt steel. "Please . . . Rick . . . just for tonight . . . " My voice was barely a hushed whisper. I leant in and kissed him lightly on the lips. Hugh put his arms around my waist and pressed his body against mine. His body was cold from the water that he had poured onto himself. I could feel the contours of his muscles and the coolness of his wet dripping body pressed against me. My clothes began to soak as I melded up against him. Being so close, his presence seemed all consuming, as if I could become lost in his very being. It was pure white bliss and I had to fight every urge of arousal. It was the hardest thing I had ever done before in my life. I had to be professional and I kept repeating it over and over in my head. Be professional be professional. He lifted me up, supporting me around his waist by putting one hand around my back and cupping the other one under my ass. Be professional, be professional. He put me up against the wall and began kissing my neck, his hot moist breath leaving a passion trail as he tasted me. Be professional, be professional. We moved over to my sofa and letting me go momentarily, he sat down on the couch. Now it was my turn to get on top of him and telling myself one last time to be professional I sat on the tips of his knees, bent over and continued kissing him. Hugh wrapped his hands around my ass and at first I thought he was going to bring them up to my back but I felt him apply pressure. He's trying to pull me closer to him! What do I do? I thought to myself. I knew that if I got closer to him, if I had to feel his crotch underneath me, I was going to get a raging hard-on whether I liked it or not. This would certainly mean me leaving the project, I mean, how could I face up to Hugh every day with him knowing that I had a mad crush on him? I decided to sit 'tight' so to speak. As my legs were on either side of his knees, I slid my feet under the couch, using it as leverage. Hugh tried to push me toward him but my feet made it impossible for me to move. "No that's not right John," Hugh said as he pulled his head away. My heart sank. The moment had come to a regrettable halt. "What? What did I do wrong?" I said getting up, feeling completely rejected. "You're not close enough mate. You need to be a lot closer to me. Remember what Kurt said? Chest to chest?" "Oh right, right, sorry," I said. That was it. I was angry at myself for having these feelings and my conscience was now screaming inside my head; GET THESE GOD-DAMN THOUGHTS OUT OF YOUR MIND YOU FUCKING WANKER. YOU'RE AN ACTOR AND THIS IS JUST ACTING!! NOW GROW THE FUCK UP AND GET SERIOUS!!! "Let's continue from me sitting down on the sofa," Hugh said as I sighed and nodded in agreement. Hugh got up and sat back down again, the look of intensity had returned in his eyes and I noticed that he was breathing a lot heavier than usual. Is he aroused? I thought to myself. I put the thought aside before the voice in my head could respond, got back into character and straddled myself on top of him again. I resumed kissing him and this time I sat mid way on his lap, still not confident enough to get too close to him. Hugh wrapped his hands around my ass again and before I had time to react, pulled me right on top of the huge wet erect bulge that had been hiding in his trousers. I jumped up, breaking our kiss when I felt his hard cock pressing up against my already hardening one. "Jesus . . . ," I stammered as Hugh put his hands around my waist, pulling me down, practically grinding our pelvises together. I was locked to him, groin to groin, like two mating dogs that had become stuck mid coitus, I was stuck to Hugh and he wasn't letting go! "John . . . look at me," he whispered as he held me down. I was in complete shock. I began breathing rapidly, sirens went off in my head, my heart racing as I tried to take in what was happening. We had just crossed a line. I thought something like this could only happen in my dreams but it was real . . . This was real! "John . . . look at me . . . ," he repeated again. I composed myself long enough to look into his yearning eyes. He was breathing heavily. "Please . . . just for tonight," he whispered, just millimeters away from my lips. Now when I think back to that night I realize how corny it was for him to repeat my dialogue but that night I was in complete rapture. I nodded my head, said goodbye to my inhibitions, took a deep breath and delved into his mouth with complete abandon. I wanted him. I wanted to be a part of him. He put his hands under my shirt and ran them up my back as he passionately returned my kiss. My cock was at full mast, aching to break out of the confines of my underwear and I could feel Hugh's cock straining to do the same. I could feel his wet bulge against mine and all that was keeping them apart were a few pieces of cloth. I wanted to feel him naked against me. I began unbuttoning his shirt and taking my cue, Hugh began unbuttoning mine. Our hands were a flurry of fingers and we couldn't open our shirts fast enough. From the moment we stopped kissing so we could see what we were doing I was aching; aching to be meshed against his wonderful lips again. As soon as he got to the last button and flung open my shirt revealing my heaving chest I went straight back to his lips like a magnet sticking fast, he tasted like heaven. After a while, I began moving down yearning to explore more of his beautiful being.. "Lie back," I whispered in Hugh's ear and he eagerly obliged. I began kissing his earlobe and I made my way down the side of his neck. He was breathing heavily and as I looked at his face I was glad to see him enjoying it as much as I was. I opened his shirt and took in the perfection of his chest. He was covered in goose bumps from the coldness of his damp clothes and they seemed to dance on my tongue as I licked his skin. God he was beautiful. I looped my arms around his back and began kissing his left nipple. This sent shock waves through him and I could feel his whole body shudder under me. "Oh fuck yeah John! Mmmmmm . . . ," Hugh said as he closed his eyes. I made my way over to his right nipple and varied my technique. I began lightly flicking my tongue all around it, this time watching it as it got hard before sucking it. After doing this for a few more minutes Hugh began shifting his body. I looked up at him and he straight away went for my lips. After kissing for a few more minutes, he decided to return my nipple sucking favor. As I straddled on top of him, he took my shirt off exposing my bare chest and leaned down and began sucking my nipple. Feeling his tongue suck on such a sensitive part of me made my whole body tingle with unbridled ecstasy. With all of the girls that I had been with, not one of them had sucked my nipples, hell – not one of them was nearly as fucking hot and erotic as this man with his arms around me. Did this mean I was gay? At the time I didn't know what to make out of myself. All that mattered to me at that moment was that Hugh was savoring me; making me his own, and I was loving it. Hugh moved his hands down from around my back and placed them around my ass supporting me. He lifted me up and panting said, "Bedroom?" "Down the hall to the left." Hugh looked behind me momentarily to see where he was going and then began walking. I admired his strength as he carried my seventy-kilo frame with relative ease. Obviously the many hours he spent in the gym had paid off for both him and me! I took in every sensation; the feeling of his strong arms holding me to him, the indentation of his spine under my fingers, the feeling of his waist that my legs were wrapped around. As I kissed his neck I inhaled his scent. I couldn't quite pick what aftershave he had on but mixed in with his sweat, it created a musky smell that was so unbelievably intoxicating that I felt like I was getting drunk. I noticed he had begun warming up, his hot blood finally returning - fueling the passion between us. I had never felt so passive before in my life. This was so unlike me because I'm usually quite a dominant love-maker. The girls that I've slept with relished the way I 'took charge' so to speak. That's not to say that I'm a man's man; I know full well that the manliest I've ever been is a 'pretty boy.' But now, here was a man carrying me to my bedroom. He was in complete control and as I felt his tense heaving chest next to my own, and feeling the sensation of his rippling abs against mine, I realized that I wanted him inside me. I wanted to be completely subjected to anything and everything he wanted to do to me. I wanted him to fuck my fucking brains out! Even though it was just down the corridor, it seemed like an eternity before we got to my bedroom which was decent sized, with enough room for my queen-sized bed, a few side tables and a closet wardrobe. To the left was my ensuite. Hugh made his way to my bed and gently lowered me down. As he let go, he took off his shirt with one swift motion revealing his glistening taught chest. He had a light dust of dark hair that covered his upper chest and a snail trail that ran down to his belly button and beyond. As he put his knees on either side of me, I began unbuttoning his belt. I wanted to see how far down the 'trail' went but before I could pull down his zipper, Hugh took my hands, lifted them up above my head and gently pushed me down on the mattress while making contact with my lips again. He wants to prolong it! I thought to myself. Damn he's good! I could tell that he was going to leave the 'big finale reveal' until the end. It was at this time that I realized exactly what the phrase 'Hurt's so good' meant. I was making love to the man of every woman and gay man's dreams and I was both in delirious ecstasy and writhing in agony for more! My Night With Hugh Jackman Ch. 01 Hugh was like a drug, and I had a ravenous addiction. He held my hands above me near the bed head as his kissing moved from my lips to my right armpit. As he kissed and licked me under each arm, he breathed in deeply taking in my musky scent like I had done to him earlier. I wasn't ticklish but his mouth and hot breath made me quiver as he kept lapping and nuzzling into my armpit. "Oh fuck . . . Jesus Hugh that feels good . . . " I said as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his amazing mouth. He eventually began making his way toward my middle, getting lower and lower, licking every part of my stomach until he got to my trousers. Slowly he looked up at me and smiled then began unbuckling my belt. This is it. I thought to myself. Any second he's going to be in my pants! I couldn't wait. He took his time, slowly undoing my top button, then slowly pulling down my zipper. I couldn't wait any longer. My senses were poised with anticipation and I wanted, no – I needed him to give me release! I lifted my ass up off the bed as he took my trousers off with one swift motion. All that was left was my underwear and as he stared at my tenting bulge, he slowly pulled apart my legs, lent down and began kissing my inner thighs. I arched my back as my nerves sent jolts of passion straight up my legs and into my balls. It felt like a million mini orgasms were shooting straight to my loins as his tongue made concentric circles right up to my crotch. God he was close. Just inches away from my cock. All he needed to do was rip off my underwear and engulf my burning staff with that incredible mouth of his and I would be satiated. I couldn't wait for him. I was so far gone, so sexually pent up that I put my hand down my underwear and began stroking . . . God it felt good. I noticed how slick with pre-cum I was and it helped lube my straining cock. Hugh suddenly looked up to see me masturbating and quickly drew his face up to my lips. "No not yet buddy," he said as he slid his hand into my underwear and onto my hand that was clamped around my wet cock. "Hugh you're fucking driving me crazy man!" I said breathlessly as I went to kiss his lips. "I want to be the one to stroke you as I'm fucking you at the same time. I guarantee you it will be mind-blowing but you need to be patient," Hugh explained. "But how long? I'm going to fucking explode!" I said pleading to him. "Trust me, it will be worth it soon when I'm fucking the shit out of you and you're entire body is convulsing as I make you cum on my chest," he smiled smugly. He was such a fucking hot turn on when he spoke dirty. I yielded and removed my hand from my flaring cock letting Hugh's hand fall onto it. I held my breath as Hugh took my cock in his hand and pulled back my foreskin. He then ran his thumb all around my slippery cock head. I couldn't catch my breath. The sensation of having his thumb twirl around the head of my shaft, especially across the glands underneath made my entire body quiver with rapture. If this is what a hand job from this man feels like, I need to have him blow me! I thought to myself as I let out a whimper. After a few minutes, Hugh took his hand out and I could see his entire thumb glistening with my pre-cum. He raised it to his lips and began sucking. "Mmmm . . . You taste good," he said with a sly grin. "You fucking torturer!" I replied laughing. Hugh just smiled and said, "Ok. I'll make you happy." With that he got up off the bed and removed his trousers. In the dim bedside light I could see the perfect formation of his entire body for the first time. He didn't have an inch of fat on him and his muscles were rippled and taught under his smooth skin. My eyes went for the prize and I gazed at the bulge in his tight white boxer briefs. As I stared at it, I had to use every bit of my will power to stop myself from ripping off his underwear and engulfing his rod with my salivating mouth. "Do you want to do the honors?" Hugh said pointing down to his ripe package. "You mean you're gonna let me . . .?" " . . . Do whatever you want with it. It's completely yours!" "Thank fucking Christ," I said with a sigh of relief as I got up and made my way over to him. I grabbed Hugh by the shoulders and pushed him forcefully down onto the bed. "Pushy bastard!" Hugh said with a smirk. "You better believe it! I've wanted to do this from the first moment I saw you." As much as I wanted to suck the pole of rock hard flesh that was pressed to his straining boxer briefs, I decided to hold off. Yeah make him beg for it! I thought to myself. After all, why should I be the only one in unbearable anticipation? I lifted his leg up and opening my mouth, engulfed his entire big toe. Hugh let out a deep sigh that seemed to ripple through his very being as he intently watched me suck his toe in and out, in and out, slowly and methodically. I made sure to put a complete seal right around it and I sucked the hardest I possibly could. As I had never sucked a cock before, this was good enough practice for what was inevitably to come! After a while my mouth began to get tired so I decided to slowly make the long trek up the valley of his leg to the mountain of his manhood. I took my time licking and sucking, feeling the hardness of his calf muscle and the light brush of his leg hair against my lips. As I got further up to his knee, Hugh drove his hands into my hair and began stroking. I continued my way up, kissing and licking his inner thigh as he had done to me earlier. This seemed to please him immensely as he tensed and his breathing became more rapid. Finally, after what seemed to be an immense infinite journey of yearning and unrelenting anticipation, I got to his crotch, the place that had started this incredible endeavor. I looked at the tenting rod that was straining to be unbound and admired the large wet patch that had soaked his entire front. He was primed and I was ready to see what was behind that forbidden door. I wrapped my fingers around the top of his underwear and just like ripping off a band aid, I yanked his underwear off in one swift motion. His cock sprang up, engorged, poised and ready for me. It wasn't as big as I had first thought. As I leaned down closer to it, the mental image of Goldilocks finding the perfection she was after in the bear's house flooded my mind. Her bowl of porridge was the cock I was about to taste; not too big, not too small, it was just right! I put my hand on it and Hugh tensed. I looked at him and saw his mouth was slightly agape and he was on edge, gripping the side of the bed, ready for what was to come. He was completely in my control and I loved the feeling of authority I had over him at that moment. He was like a jet, ready for take off and I had my hand firmly on his joystick. His cock felt soft and silky, like fresh puppy dog skin and as I slowly pulled his forskin back Hugh let out a low murmur of delight. His foreskin retracted back smoothly, gracefully exposing the shimmering bud of his cock head underneath. My face was inches away and I could smell the savory cum that glistened. It was a sight to behold and all I could do was stare and admire at how magnificent it looked. "You gonna make me beg buddy?" Hugh said under his breath. "Maybe a little," I replied jokingly. Just as I was about to put my lips to Hugh's rock hard piece of manhood, the phone began ringing and the moment faltered. It was such a jarring thing to hear as the night had consisted of nothing but a few breathless words describing pure pleasure and the sounds of heavy breathing. "Give it a sec. The machine will pick up," I said to Hugh. I decided to wait until the ringing had stopped before I continued. I wanted to make sure I had absolutely no distractions when I finally got to suck my first cock; Hugh's cock! The ringing finally stopped and my message began on the loud speaker: "Hi you've rang John and Charlie, we're not home to take your call but leave a message and we'll get back to you. Thanks, bye." The message finished and what followed can only be described as an absolute train wreck . . . "John . . . J-John . . . It's, it's Wendy and there's – you n-n-need to tell them they're w-w-wrong!" In amidst the fractured words came the sounds of uncontrollable sobbing. "Wendy? Kurt's Wendy?"Hugh asked to me. "I think so," I said equally perplexed. "Oh Christ, p-please please pick up . . . John . . . J-John he's with you I k-know he is he s-s-said he had a m-m-meeting with you and you need to tell them – NO! NO YOU'RE L-L-LYING!! YOU'RE LYING!! D-DON'T TOUCH ME!!" I bolted to the phone as quickly as I could and picked it up. "Wendy? Wendy? I'm here, what's happening?" All I could hear was Wendy's uncontrollable screaming and a commotion in the background. I could here other voices trying to calm her down but she was completely hysterical. I looked at Hugh as the terrible situation dawned on me. No . . . Please don't let this happen. Not tonight . . . Please . . . "JOHN!!" "Yes Wendy I'm here." Tears began to well in my eyes. "I WANT TO S-S-SPEAK TO KURT, P-P-PUT HIM ON." "He's not here Wendy; he said he had to go home to you earlier this evening." An agonizing silence followed. "Wendy? Wendy are you still there?" "This is Officer Bill Thomas speaking." The gruff voice that suddenly appeared on the other end finally confirmed my worst fears. "Oh God . . . ," I fell to the floor in a heap. "John . . . John what . . .?" Hugh made his way over to me. The policeman's words washed over me like a surreal nightmare. I couldn't think. I couldn't fathom the disaster that had happened. I kept telling myself that it was a prank. I looked at Hugh and I tried to push the voice on the telephone out of my head. I wanted time to reverse, to go back to the moment I was blissfully making love to Hugh. Hugh quickly walked over, naked, glowing and almost ethereal in the pale moonlight streaming through the bedroom window and knelt down in front of me. He was looking at me with a look of utmost melancholy and I wanted to make him happy again. I wanted to tell him to go back to bed and wait for me. This wasn't actually happening and I was going to hang up on this cruel prankster and be back in his loving arms in a few moments. "Yes Officer I understand, I'll be over there as soon as I can," I said hoarsely as I tried to swallow the painful knot in my throat. I hung the phone up and wiped away the tear that was rolling down my cheek. "Kurt's dead. He uh, he was in a car accident on his way home to Wendy, on the freeway in the hills. He veered off and crashed into a ditch and . . . and . . . by the time they got to him it was too late." I hated the words I was saying. I hated the unbelievable sadness that had suddenly taken hold of me. "John . . . God John I'm so sorry. Come here . . . ," Hugh tried to pull me toward him for a hug but I pushed him away. "No, no it's okay, please don't Hugh," I stammered. I knew that if I hugged him I would burst into tears and I didn't need that now. "I need to get over there; they think she needs as much support as possible because of the baby." "Sure John. Do you want me to come?" "No, its okay. Really, I'm sorry Hugh." I didn't know what else to say. An uncontrollable sense of guilt had suddenly come over me and I felt like I had ruined our night. "Hey, hey it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself." I could see the sincerity in his eyes and I thanked him for being so compassionate. I got up off the floor and began gathering my clothes and just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, God decided to deal another blow. "John, sorry to ask this now but would you mind if I used your phone? I just want to check up on Deborah and make sure everything's all right." "Um, yeah sure go ahead. Who's Deborah?" I replied. He was silent for a few moments as I waited for his response. "She's my wife." A searing pain went straight to my head that suddenly shattered every last lingering trace of lust that had been inside me and replaced it with a horrid manifestation of boiling red anger. I glared at him. "You're fucking married?!?" "Yes, yes I am," his reply was so non-chalant, so flippant that I almost thought he was joking. He stared at me, unflinching. He wasn't joking, he was serious. We stood there in complete silence, looking at each other. The anger I felt for him at that moment was so immense that I couldn't help the insult from consequently spilling forth: "You FUCKING ASSHOLE!!" my voice trembled as I shouted at him. "EXCUSE ME?" Hugh roared, offended by my outburst. His voice was loud, booming and forceful. "Oh right, right I get it now! That's why you barely spoke to me about anything recent. I should have known... I'm so fucking stupid!" I loudly muttered to myself as I put my shirt on. "John you're not making a word of sense!" I couldn't believe this was happening. How could things go so wrong? I shook my head and wondered if the night had just been one huge cosmic joke. I decided to tell him a little story, to make him understand why I was so mad . . . "When I was 12 years old, my father had an affair. When my mother found out about it, and mark my words asshole, ALL WOMEN EVENTUALLY FIND OUT ABOUT THEIR CHEATING FUCKING HUSBANDS, she was completely heartbroken. They divorced and she moved in with my uncle. I had to live with my unfaithful father for the next six years and endure the guilt he felt for what he had done EVERY SINGLE DAY. I'd visit my mother and try to make sense out of what she was trying to tell me through the drunken haze she was constantly in EVERY SINGLE DAY. Thank god my uncle was so supportive. She was constantly self-medicating. She loved my father with her whole heart and it completely DESTROYED her when she found out that he could betray something so precious. My father tried in vain to win her back, breaking down in a mass of tears and regret more than once. He wanted our family back to the way it was but it never happened, the damage was done. My mother died a broken hearted woman a year later. So you see Hugh, I was just making an observation at how cunning a person you really are. Tonight at dinner you talked about your childhood, about your parents, about your siblings and I noticed that you weren't talking about your current life. Now I know why. Deborah is your current life and she might have unknowingly put a dampener on tonight's events if she was brought up in tonight's conversation; what with you wanting to put your COCK in me and all." I was shaking. There was nothing left but deafening silence as we stared at each other. I began putting my socks on before Hugh finally spoke. "You're absolutely right John . . . bout everything. I was hoping that Kurt hadn't told you anything about her. "Deborah! Her name's Deborah – use her name," I butted in. "Yes, okay, Deborah - because the last time I tried to sleep with a guy, he said he wouldn't when he found out I was married." I looked at him and wondered if he had the actual ability to function as a human fucking being. "And that experience didn't give you any sense of morality? Didn't you learn anything from that man's words? Where's your integrity Hugh? Do you actually have any? Out of curiosity, how many men have you slept with since you've been married?" It took him a few seconds to respond. "You're the first." "Bullshit!" "No it's true. I tried to put these feelings I had away, I tried to bury them and it worked fine for a while. I'm not attracted to many guys anyway so it wasn't a big problem but when I was with you tonight, John . . . " He walked over to me. I was so mad but looking at how completely vulnerable he was, how naked he was both physically and emotionally in front of me, I couldn't help but completely melt. "When I was with you I thought 'My God! This is the man that I want to be with tonight.' That never happens to me - ever. You're beautiful John, both inside and out. I saw that beauty tonight at dinner when you told me about your life. When I fell on top of you in the train and I felt you put your arms around me, the way you clung to me, your whole body against mine, I didn't want to get up. Your enthusiasm at telling me about your neighbors, seeing how much Evelyn loved you and how much you loved her, the conviction in your acting, Christ . . . John . . . How could anyone not want you...?" Never in my life had anyone ever said anything so nice. My eyes glazed over with tears and my conscience, my booming voice of reason was suddenly back in full force. TELL HIM TO GET OUT!! SAY IT RIGHT NOW BEFORE YOU DO WHAT YOU'RE THINKING!! HE'S BAD NEWS, THINK OF YOUR MOTHER!! "I think you'd better go now Hugh." I couldn't even look at him for fear it would shatter the fragile wall of emotional defense that I was struggling to build. Hugh walked over to his clothes and quickly got dressed. I waited for him to finish before walking him out to the front door. "Goodbye Hugh," I said - my voice quivering as my chin trembled. He moved close to me and kissed me longingly on the forehead. I grabbed the side of his arm, feeling the tense muscle underneath and closed my eyes relishing the fleeting moment I had left with him. This final somber and tender moment of contact was how our night was going to end. "No . . . Not goodbye. I'll be seeing you again buddy . . . ," Hugh said smiling, his eyes full of compassion. Even now, after all that I had said, after all the disgust I felt toward him, he wasn't ready to let go and the wave of relief that this might not be the end washed over me like a warm blanket. I didn't want it to end. Forgive me mother but I still want him despite his infidelity, I thought to myself as I watched him walk down the footpath. I drove to Kurt's house in silence. I was preparing myself for the disaster that was waiting for me and I wasn't disappointed. Wendy had to be sedated, she was an absolute mess. She didn't have much family living in Australia so I stayed with her, making her meals for the following few days, helping hers make the funeral arrangements. They were surprised at my willingness to help, after all, I barely knew Kurt and Wendy but I needed to be cleansed of the guilt I felt from being with Hugh. Even though my guilt had nothing to do with the tragedy that happened to Kurt; It made me feel better to be doing something to help Wendy. The matter of what was going to happen to "The Violet Eye" now that Kurt had passed came up a few days after the funeral and tragically it died along with him. Kurt owned sole rights to the project which were passed over to Wendy and she was too grief stricken to see someone else take over. "I don't want to be reminded of the thing that killed him John. I can't stop thinking that if he hadn't gone to that meeting he'd still be alive today," she told me. I understood completely and reassured her that she was making the right decision. I saw Hugh at the funeral. He was there alone and I met his gaze more than once throughout the entire procession but we never said a word to each other. After that, things went relatively back to normal. I woke up, went to work at the video store, still did small plays and did manage to get some nice roles on television. Hugh went on to do 'Erskineville Kings' and the many Hollywood productions beyond. I realized that I had made the right decision telling him goodbye. Even though it was hard watching him walk out my door without our night being fully realized, it was for the best and I told myself that every time I thought of him. And as much as I wish I could have put closure on my experience with him, as much as I would like to end this story with the words, "...and I never saw him again in my lifetime."