Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2006 00:16:01 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron: Batty Bwoy Sex on the Down Low 2/4" (celeb, t/t, m/t, interracial)

Caution/Welcome.  While filming "Fat Albert" Aaron and Omari Grandberry get
it on and invite Shad Moss and Zac Hanson to join them.  When word of two
hot teens available for some fun gets around the black rap and reggae
recording artists crowd they are joined by some wanted, and some unwanted,
partygoers ending with Aaron commemorating the occasion in ink.  Although
incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real
event nor the real sexuality of these celebrities.  If you do not like
reading gay fantasies about celebrities, hot interracial and
intergenerational gay sex, some non-consentual scenes where we find out
just how tough some tough rappers are, or tattoos, this is where you stop
and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story.  This is the
fifty-seventh of 75 standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and
Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "White
Meat, Black Bread."  Bow Wow (Shad Moss) has been in six stories in this
series (8, 19, 21, 35, 51 and 56) and Zac Hanson in one (44).  This story
is posted at gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment.
Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of
redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the
permission of the author.  Lyrics of "Hot in Herre" copyrighted by Nelly
and UMG.  Comments can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at
authorsix@hotmail.com

       AARON: BATTY BWOY SEX ON THE DOWN LOW, PART 2 OF 4

     "I'll have another rum and coke."
     "And I'll have another Jamaica Mule," Shedrack said, handing the
waitress his empty glass.
     "I must have sweated off another ten pounds today wearing that suit,"
Kenan commented, referring to the 'fat' suit he had to wear as 'Fat Albert'
in the movie by the same name.
     "I don't envy you having to pack that suit around all day," observed
Kenan Thompson's dining partner and fellow actor, Shedrack Anderson III,
who was playing the role of Rudy in the 'Fat Albert' movie.
     "Anyway, as I was saying, I just can't believe the way those two were
coming on to each other," Kenan continued as the waitress left.
     "A man would have had to have been blind not to have noticed."
     "While making a family movie on top of it.  Enough to try the patience
of any man."
     "I thought you were going to tear into Omari for sure when he flubbed
up his lines for something like the fifth time."
     "Fifth?  More like tenth!"
     "Zwick was certainly close to losing his temper with Omari for missing
his cues.  He had to have known why he was being distracted," Shedrack
observed, referring to the film's director Zoel Zwick.
     "Neither he nor Carter did their careers any good."
     "I'm surprised nobody said anything about the two checking each other
out."
     "They were probably too surprised, two boys coming on to each other
like that in front of everyone.  Or more likely too disgusted."  The look
on Kenan's face left no doubt of his disgust.
     "Good-looking boys like that too.  You'd think they'd have more than
enough pussy to keep them satisfied."  At twenty-seven years of age and
totally straight, Shedrack could not fathom anyone being interested in a
member of his own sex.
     "From what I hear they'd have no shortage of little teen and preteen
fans willing to spread for them if they were so inclined," Kenan commented.
The twenty-five-year-old actor didn't keep up with teen fan gossip, but
news about both Aaron and Omari, better known by his performing name of
Omarion, sold magazines and so the two teens had more than their share of
coverage on the front covers of teen and celebrity magazines, which were
displayed prominently at the checkout lines of every grocery and
convenience store in the country.
     "Two teenage boys getting it on with each other is disgusting enough,
but I can't imagine how a black boy could get turned on by a white boy.
That's doubly sick," Shedrack observed.
     "I don't really know Omari, but being a rapper and all, that he was
even queer was a surprise, never mind having the hots for a white boy.
Nothing would surprise me about Carter.  His whole family is nuts."
     "Hear his ol' man just got remarried, to a chick half his age."
     "Almost as young as his oldest son, the one that was with the
Backstreet Boys."
     "I hear his son is bonking Paris Hilton."
     "Who hasn't bonked Paris Hilton?" Kenan asked, the right corner of the
actor's mouth curling.  The two men laughed.
     "At least he's into girls and not a flamin' queer like his kid
brother."
     "You know, I'm as tolerant as the next guy, but two guys getting it
on?
  There's got to be something wrong with them."
     "I hear ya."
     "I heard the boys making plans to head off to Carter's older brother's
place.  Carter said his brother wasn't going to be home for the weekend."
     "He's probably playing house with Paris at her place."
     "Yeah, right.  Those two have been in the celeb news a lot lately.
You know, I even read an article saying they'd been seen shopping for
Chrissake!  As if that's news.  And another one that she'd cooked him
breakfast, even listed what she'd cooked, and it was one substantial meal:
French toast, sausage, eggs, biscuits, cereal, and ham.  Something that Fat
Albert would have!"
     "He must have shown her a particularly good time the night before,"
Shedrack chuckled.
     "Frankly I don't see what the women see in him.  He has hairy legs,
and even his tattoos aren't all that attractive.  Besides, he's starting to
run out of space for them."
     "Well, I hope the two little faggots fuck each other's butts off and
work off their hormones so we can continue with the shoot without constant
retakes on Monday."
     "Oh, I imagine there'll be retakes," Kenan observed.  "That Carter boy
got no acting skills at all.  Don't know how he ever got picked to be in
the movie."
     "His name.  Just that on the credits is going to guarantee probably
several hundred thousand teeny-boppers buying tickets to see the movie for
his bit part."
     "You think Bill Cosby and Zwick are that desperate?"
     "Oh yeah."
     The return of the cocktail waitress with their drinks interrupted
their conversation again, and as they turned their attention to their menus
the topic was dropped.  It was not forgotten though, not by the three men
at the adjacent table behind the potted ferns.
     The Century Club in the heart of Century City was a popular place to
drop in for an after work drink and to unwind for actors who were filming
at Fox Studios.  With its Spanish Colonial style venue, five thousand
square feet of tropical gardens, outdoor and indoor restaurants, state of
the art performance stage, go-go booths, and mix of reggae, dance hall, r
and b, hip hop and old school music, it was also a popular destination for
musicians who wanted a good meal and superb service while watching their
colleagues and friends perform.  On that particular Friday night that
included besides Kenan Thompson and Shedrack Anderson III who'd dropped in
after filming that day, Cornell Haynes, Christopher Bridges, and James
Smith, three rappers better known to the public respectively as Nelly,
Ludacris, and LL Cool J.  The three rappers didn't say anything about the
overheard conversation as they finished their drinks and ordered their
meal, but they were all thinking about it.
     "You know, I'm really sorry guys, but I t'ink I'll give the rest of
the evenin' a pass," observed Ludacris as they stepped into the parking
lot.
     "A pass?  Dere something wrong, Chris?" asked Cornell.
     "No, nothin'."
     "Don't talk shizzle wit me dude.  It's dat conversation we overheard,
isn't it?  It git you feelin' guilty about havin' a little queer sex on the
side?"
     "No, of course not.  You know me better dan dat."  That wasn't totally
true.  The conversation they'd overheard had hit a nerve.  The
twenty-six-year-old rapper had a wife and a three year old daughter and was
sneaking off to have sex with guys on the sly after all, and the evident
disgust in the tone of the two men they'd overhead talking had doubled his
usual feelings of guilt over the clandestine rendezvous the three of them
had been arranging every couple weeks.
     "Then maybe it got you t'inkin' of headin' ova to dat Carter boy's
residence and gittin' a bit of dat white boy's ass yoself," Cornell
suggested.
     "Gittin' some hot teen boy ass ain't a bad t'ing, white or black,"
Ludacris bluffed as he thought back to his teenage days and the hot times
he'd had swinging both ways.  They'd been hot, but even back then he'd felt
guilty over how good it had been getting it on with other guys.
     "My sentiments exactly," observed James, "especially from cute
heartthrobs like dose two, if whut we heard about deir intentions is
correct."  At thirty-six, the black rapper was the oldest of the three, and
the most macho.  At fifteen he'd come up with the very straight moniker,
Ladies Love Cool James, LL Cool J, and his bulging biceps and quads and his
tattoos were all part of his macho image.  A married man with four
children, he was the last you'd expect to be sneaking off to get it on with
another man.
     "Well dere's one way to find out if it is," Cornell suggested as he
took out his cell phone.  It took a few phone calls, but by the time they
pulled into the Hollywood Hills district they'd found Nick Carter's
address.  His property, like all the property in the neighbourhood, was
fenced and gated.
     Aaron was surprised when the intercom buzzed.  It was after ten.
Although he was a night owl type, often sleeping until noon and staying up
until the sun came up, especially when he was composing or working on a new
show, he didn't really know anyone in LA who'd be calling at the gate this
late. He was even more surprised when the caller asked for Omari.  Omari
was just as surprised.
     "Hey, Omari my man, howz t'ings goin'?"
     "Ah, fine."
     "Dis is Chris."
     "Chris."
     "Christopher Bridges.  Ludacris."
     "Oh, hi."  As fellow rappers and entertainers and attending some of
the same functions, they knew each other, but considering their age
difference and that they had nothing else in common that was as far as
their relationship was.  Other than the usual small talk at social
gatherings they hadn't really even had a conversation.
     "I hear you gittin' some hot ass t'night."  That was blunt and coarse,
but they might as well get right to the point, and besides, it was in
keeping with his stage personality, which was the only personality Omari
would know.
     There was a long pause as the four boys in the house had a quick
conversation.  "Ah, where you hear dat, man?"
     "Don't matter.  Me an' my friends are lookin' fo a hot party to crash
where a man can, you know, git his rocks off, man style if you git my
meanin'.  Whut do you say?"
     "Yo friends?"
     "Cornell and James.  Nelly an' LL Cool J."
     "Yeah, right.  Dis some sort of joke?"
     "No joke man.  We're lookin' t'git some on the down low man, an' well,
heard you an' yo lover boy were hot t'night."
     "Jus' a sec."  There was an even longer pause and the three men in the
car glanced at each other.  Back in the parking lot at the Century Club it
had sounded like a hot idea, but in the drive over to the Hills reality and
reason had edged out impulse and randiness.  Even if the boys in the house
were gay and horny, they were teenage boys, and they were adults, two of
them married and fathers.  Actually, as they'd pulled up to the gate at the
Carter residence they hadn't really expected Omarion to be inside, and they
hadn't held any great hopes of being admitted even if he was.  It wasn't as
if they were friends.  "Okay, but first who told you dat I'd be here?"
     "Nobody told us directly.  We jus' happened to ovahear a conversation
between two dudes you evidently makin' a film wit.  Dey jus' commented dat
the two of you had the hots fo each other bad an' had planned on gittin' it
on ova here."
     There was another pause and the electric gate swung open.  It was a
plausible explanation although the four boys were surprised anyone would
follow up on the conversation, and especially the three at the gate.  The
teenagers were especially leery of their guest's intentions given who they
were, but on the other hand the possibility of getting it on with the three
hot rappers was something they could not pass up, especially Aaron, and it
was his house well, his brother's and his party.  If the three were
intending mischief, it would be easy enough to set off the silent security
alarm, and the possibility the three had come there with evil intentions
was highly unlikely anyway.
     The rappers were surprised to be admitted, and even more surprised to
find not two but four handsome young teens.  Introductions were quickly
made all around and Aaron offered the new guests snacks and sodas. There
was heavier stuff in the house, legal and illegal, but he was hesitant to
get into booze and drugs, not knowing yet the real intention of the three
rappers, who in person were not quite as intimidating as their stage
personalities had suggested.  Still, they were all considerably older, and
bigger and stronger, than he and his three friends, especially LL Cool J.
Aaron would love making out with a muscle stud like him.  As they engaged
in the usual small talk when entertainers get together, the intentions of
the newcomers quickly became evident from their glances at the four
teenagers and their innuendos, all quickly picked up by the four teens who
were very much alert to all the little signs that another guy was
interested but afraid to openly admit it.
     "So, where did you hear this conversation about us?" Aaron asked,
getting directly to the point.
     "At the Century Club.  Like I said, we ovaheard two of yo fellow
actors commentin' about how horny you two were for each other at the studio
today, and dat you'd arranged to come ova here to git it on," observed
Ludacris.  "But dere was no mention of you other two."
     "Dat a problem?" Omari asked.
     "No way man.  The more the merrier as dey say."
     "So, what do you want to do first, and with whom?" Aaron asked
bluntly.
  He was feeling too randy to beat around the bush any longer, and if they
were here for other reasons, they might as well find out right away.  He
wasn't going to hover around the security button for the next hour when he
could be getting some cock.
     His bluntness was a surprise to all of them except Shad who had gotten
to know the real Aaron, and his eagerness for cock, better than the others.
It was also a relief to the three new guests, who until then were not all
that certain their information had been accurate, and none of them willing
to commit himself to anything that might reveal his own clandestine
feelings.
     "Well, fo starters, you could give me some head," Ludacris said,
looking directly at Aaron but saying it with a chuckle so if necessary he
could always say he'd just been joking.
     "Then let's see what you have," Aaron said readily, dropping to his
knees and shuffling over to where the twenty-six-year-old singer was
sitting.  He quickly pulled down the man's fly and slipped his hand inside,
wrapping his fingers about the singer's cock through his boxers.  If the
size limp was any indication, he was going to be in for a mouthful.
     "You don' waste any time do you?"
     "Not when there is cock waiting to be had."
     "Believe me, he's not joking," observed Omari.
     "And whut about you?  Maybe you'd like to show me how skilful yo lips
are?" LL Cool J suggested, looking at the handsome young black teen.
     "I'll give you a blow job dat will make yo head spin, brother."
     By this time Aaron had Ludacris's cock out of his trousers and was
eagerly licking and mouthing it, and it was quickly growing in response.
Stepping over to where James was sitting, Omari sat on the floor and pulled
down the man's fly.  Slipping his fingers inside, he extracted the man's
thick, black cock, which was just as dark and just as impressive as the
rest of the rapper's body.  Cornell glanced over at Shad and Zac and smiled
as the two of them approached him.  Standing up and undoing the button on
his low-riding trousers, he let them drop to his ankles and he quickly
pushed down his boxers, revealing a thick, cut sausage and two large balls.
The two teenagers eagerly dropped to their knees and as Shad slipped his
fingers about the twenty-nine-year-old rapper's cock Zac cupped his large,
black balls.
     The four teenage boys were relieved that the three rappers had indeed
come for sex and not to cause trouble, which given their reputations and
songs could very well have been the case, and their relief accented the
eagerness with which they began to please the three adults.  The three
rappers were just as delighted to find the information they'd overheard
about Omari and Aaron had been correct, and that there were four hot and
willing teens eager to please them rather than two.
     Cool J and Ludacris, both married and both fathers, were the most
self-conscious about having sex with guys, and were adamant that they were
actually bisexual, with leanings heavily on the straight side although
personally they had a long way to go to convince themselves.  Cool was
particularly proud of his muscular body and worked out regularly, not just
because he was concerned about his health, nor just to maintain the rough
image of a rapper, but because above all else he had to prove he was a man.
Bullied as a child, he'd grown into a bully himself as a youth, and now at
thirty-six he was still a bully.  Not only did it give him a sense of
power, but over time he found dominating other men gave him a sexual charge
besides.  He discovered his biceps and strength were admired by a certain
group of men who got as much of a sexual charge out of being dominated as
many women got a charge out of a man with a muscular build.  He was not
hesitant to satisfy either of them.  He had four children by his wife of
seventeen years, three girls and a boy, the youngest three and the oldest
fourteen, and although he loved his wife, he had the occasional rutting
with other women, mainly groupies and fans who willingly spread their legs
for him, and when he was feeling especially horny, men he picked up through
the Internet, men who worshipped muscular studs and who, after he was done
with them, were too afraid of him to ever reveal his secret.
     Now as he sat there and the handsome, nineteen-year-old eagerly went
down on his now stiff, thick sausage, he closed his eyes and relished the
pleasure of having a man sucking his cock.  Men somehow did a better job of
it, perhaps because they had a cock themselves, and he always felt greater
pleasure when it was a man sucking him.  He attributed that to the fact he
was dominating them, that it was they who were on their knees sucking him,
the master, but deep down inside he knew it was because he liked guys, a
fact that he still had not come to terms with despite being thirty-six
years of age.  Only now, as his thick cock throbbed with desire and the
knob tingled with delight as the handsome teenage boy sucked and ran his
tongue over his prick, did Cool allow himself to drop his rough, tough
facade and lean back and enjoy the blow job, pleasure finally overriding
his feelings of guilt and shame.
     Ludacris, the youngest of the three rappers, was not as deep in the
closet as was Cool J.  He knew he was good looking, and that he had those
moves and looks that attracted both men and women.  He actually wouldn't
have gotten married yet if he'd hadn't knocked his wife up, but he couldn't
very well let a little girl be born into this world without a father.  He
did love his wife, but he also enjoyed messing around, and he used the fact
he'd been forced into marriage as an easy excuse for cheating on his wife,
and his boundless sexual energy for the reason he sometimes hopped into the
sack with a man rather than a woman.  Either way, in his mind both were
bitches, and it was his pleasure that was his focus.  At the moment, having
a sixteen-year- old white boy sucking on his long, black sausage was an
extra excuse for engaging in an act with another male.  He was avenging
thousands of blacks who had been enslaved and mistreated by white men in
the past.  That was what was bringing him such pleasure, not the physical
act itself.  At least that was what he told himself.
     Aaron of course knew better.  He'd read through the facade of the
three men almost immediately.  He was, after all, a connoisseur of cock,
and experienced far beyond his age.  He knew from the look in Cool J's eyes
that deep down inside he was as gay as he was, and that all his bluster and
posing were as much to convince himself that he was really a man as it was
to impress others.  That Aaron found humorous.  What sex a man enjoyed
getting off with had nothing at all to do with masculinity.  For all his
submissiveness and his love of cock, jerking it, sucking it, getting fucked
by it, he was just as masculine as LL Cool J.  And before the night was
over he'd have the muscular stud on his knees begging to be fucked by him.
     Of the three of them, Nelly was the most comfortable with having sex
with other men.  For the sake of his career, and the sake of his family, he
pretended to be straight, and, in fact, anti-gay.  That was necessary if he
was going to continue being a success.  A man didn't get three Grammy
awards, a contract with Nike, and to be a multimillionaire by the time he
was twenty- nine by being known as a swishy faggot, well, unless you were
Boy George or Elton John.  For his wealth and his fame, he was willing to
stay in the closet as long as he had to.  Besides, he came from a religious
and very conservative family.  They'd never understand.  He was comfortable
not coming out.  After all, at the moment he had two randy teenage boys
licking and sucking his balls and his stiff cock.  Who had to come out?
     Neither Shad nor Zac was in the closet, though Zac was dating, he and
Kate Tucker having been going together for so long everyone was expecting
them to announce marriage any day.  Of course Kate was just a beard, a
woman who was being used to cover the fact a guy was gay, which was fine
with her in that secretly she preferred women.  Zac was very definitely
gay.  That he'd known all the way back to when he was a preteen and Tay and
Isaac and he messed around with each other.  Shad was also gay, and to his
best friends that was no secret.  Many knew that he and Aaron had been
lovers, and almost as many knew that at the moment the boy that had his
heart was the young black singer Romeo Miller, better known as Lil' Romeo.
Nelly didn't know that, only knowing who Shad was from his association with
Snoop Dogg, and Zac Hanson he didn't know at all, but from the way the two
teens were lapping his swelling cock and hairy balls he knew beyond any
doubt that they were gay.
     There couldn't be any question about Omari's orientation either from
the way he was going down on Cool J's eight inch cock, easily taking almost
the entire length in his mouth, and if that wasn't enough evidence, the way
his shorts were tented out certainly was.  Curious if what was tenting out
the nineteen-year-old's shorts was as impressive as it appeared to be, the
thirty- six-year-old rapper slid off the chair to the floor and reached
over and groped the boy's crotch.  Omari squirmed with pleasure as the big
man squeezed his stiff, aching cock, supporting the man's image of himself
as an irresistible stud.  Pulling down the boy's fly, he quickly undid his
belt and pushed down his shorts.  Getting his boxers pushed down with his
cock boned up was not easy, but uncovering it was well worth the effort.
Standing up proudly at just over six and a half inches, his circumcised
cock was the same dark brown from shaft to tip as the rest of Omari's body.
     Cool J reached over and grasped it with his fist, and then easing
Omari onto his back and kneeling beside him, the rapper bent over and
slipped his lips over the boy's knob and gently began to suck on it.  He
didn't normally go for another guy's cock so quickly, and often he didn't
reciprocate at all, the whole purpose of sex in his mind, with men or
women, being his own satisfaction and pleasure.  Tonight, for whatever
reason, he felt a need to show the boy he was just as good at pleasing a
man as the boy was.  Omari quivered with delight as the thirty-six-year-
old rapper ran his tongue over his knob and sucked on his cock.  The man
might be married and have four kids, and he might come off as being a rough
and tough gangsta on the stage, but he was clearly as queer as Omari was
from the skilful way he was sucking the teenager's cock.  He suspected Cool
J's wife and son and his three daughters, and his fans, would be shocked
out of their minds if they could see him now, kneeling there eagerly
sucking on his hot, throbbing cock.
     Although to him Aaron was nothing more than a bitch to service him,
Ludacris felt no guilt as he followed Cool's lead and slipped off his chair
with the same intention.  Messing around with another guy below the belt
just got the guy all the hornier and all the more eager to please him.
Besides, the idea of a black man touching a white boy where a man wasn't
supposed to touch another was enticing.  Of course for Aaron it was not the
first time a black had messed around with his cock, though he did find it
just as erotic as the first time as he watched the black fingers pulling
down his fly, and then pushing down his shorts and his underwear to reveal
his stiff, aching cock.  The look of desire in Ludacris's eyes as the
rapper slipped his fingers about his stiff cock and began to stroke it sent
a shiver of arousal up Aaron's spine just as the stroking of his cock sent
a shiver of arousal up the core of his aching cock.  As the handsome
rapper's lips grazed his knob, a clear droplet of pre-cum oozed out of the
tip.  Ludacris's tongue darted out and lapped up the sweet nectar, and then
licked the rim of Aaron's turgid knob to entice another droplet out.
     Nelly was just as eager to mess around with the two teenagers who had
been servicing him, and soon had the pants and underwear of his two teenage
partners off.  Of course both of them were erect and impressively endowed
themselves with Shad at seven inches and Zac at six and a half.  Finding
himself sitting between the two of them, he grasped Shad's cock with one
hand and Zac's with the other and began to slowly stroke the two of them.
The two horny teens eagerly reached for his crotch, and as Zac stroked his
stiff, throbbing cock, Shad cupped and rolled his low-hung balls.
     By then all inhibitions and reservations had disappeared as raging
hormones and aching balls took over their brains.  With the seven of them
now down on the floor, their underwear and trousers about their ankles or
by then discarded, Nelly, Shad and Zac each with a stiff, throbbing cock in
his hand and his own aching cock being jerked, and with Aaron and Omari
having their cocks being eagerly sucked, the seven hot, horny studs
squirmed and bumped up against each other and free hands and lips began to
explore the closest neighbour, the seven eventually forming a daisy chain.
     Slipping his head between Ludacris's legs, Aaron ran his tongue up the
crack of the handsome twenty-six-year-old black rapper and darted it
against his pucker, delighting in the eroticism of rimming the man's black
ass.  Finding Shad's cock the closest, Ludacris eagerly went down on it,
his body beginning to perspire as he felt the white boy rimming him from
behind.  Shad, having seen what Aaron was doing, squirmed over to Zac and
similarly began to rim the white singer's asshole, worming his tongue in
his dank hole.
     As he arched his back and shivered with the pleasure of getting his
asshole sucked and licked, Zac squirmed over to Nelly and began to lick and
suck the black man's stiff cock, running his tongue over the blood-engorged
knob as he tightened his lips about it and gently sucked on the thick black
lollipop.  Nelly, in turn, reached over and drawing Omari to him, he went
down on the nineteen-year-old's stiff, aching cock, easing his lips down
the shaft with ease, having begun sucking cock while Omari was still in
diapers.  Omari, just as eager for cock as Nelly, twisted around so he was
able to go down on Cool J, who completed the circle by twisting around and
going down on Aaron.
     The four randy teenagers and three horny adults lay like that, each
with a mouth sucking on his aching cock and each with a stiff, throbbing
cock in his own mouth.  The pleasure throbbing between their legs, combined
with the evident desire and lack of embarrassment by the others around
them, resulted in each of them eagerly sucking the blood-engorged cock in
their mouths.  They inhaled and exhaled deeply as they sucked on the
swollen flesh jutting up between each other's legs, drawing the musky
crotch fragrance deep into their lungs, and they squirmed and groaned with
the pleasure of that exquisite aroma and the pleasure of having their own
cocks sucked.
     Aaron, an unabashed cock hound, eagerly sucked on Ludacris's thick,
deep black cock as he worked his lips up and down the shaft, sending
ripples of pleasure through the rapper's blood- engorged flesh.  Delighting
in the blow job he was receiving, Ludacris sucked on Shad's throbbing
teenage cock, the skin the colour of light milk chocolate and the cock
tasting just as delicious as the finest Belgium chocolate though having a
very different flavour.  As he felt the handsome young rapper's hot, moist
mouth enveloping and sucking on his cock, Shad just as eagerly went down
Zac's stiff, throbbing cock, the fact he was a white boy making it all the
more erotic, and as the black teenager went down on his cock Zac went down
Nelly's.
     Having a white boy sucking on his dark black sausage caused Nelly to
quiver with pleasure even greater than he'd ever felt before, and the horny
rapper eagerly went down on Omari.  The black teenager inhaled deeply with
the pleasure of having his cock surrounded by a hot, wet mouth, all the
more erotic that it was the rapper Nelly who was sucking on it, and he just
as eagerly leaned forward and took the monstrous eight-inch cock of Cool J
between his lips.  The thirty-six-year-old father of four meanwhile went
down on Aaron Carter, the sixteen-year- old white heartthrob of thousands
of teen and preteen girls who would have been shocked, and disgusted, to
see their young heartthrob getting his stiff, throbbing cock sucked by a
black man, an adult more than twice his age, and even more shocked and
disgusted to see their idol eagerly sucking on the throbbing black cock of
another rapper.
     The seven of them trembled with delight as they felt the hot, moist
suction on their swollen flesh.  The pleasure of having their cocks sucked
and the throbbing of their swollen dicks and the itching of their knobs
caused them to eagerly bring the same pleasure to the person they were
sucking.  They licked the sensitive rim of the stiff cock in their mouth,
knowing the pleasure they were bringing was the same pleasure as they were
receiving.  Black sucking white, white sucking black, and black sucking
black, teenager and adult, the seven eagerly bobbed their heads as they
slipped their lips up and down the throbbing flesh in their mouths and
swallowed the cock-flavoured saliva filling their mouths.  From sixteen
years of age to thirty-six, they trembled with the pleasure of having a
hot, throbbing cock between their legs and with the building pressure deep
in their loins to ejaculate, an experience only a man can know and that
united all of them regardless of colour or age.

          I need you to get up, up on the dance floor
                Give that man what he askin' for Cuz I feel like bustin'
loose and I feel like touchin' you (uh, uh) And can't nobody stop the juice
so baby tell me what's the use
                         I said . . .

                         Hot in . . .
                        So hot in herre
                   So hot in . . .  ah OH!!

     Seven stiff, aching cocks throbbed out their creamy juice and seven
sweating, horny studs eagerly swallowed the hot, thick slime spurting into
their mouths as they themselves spurted out their ball juice. They groaned
and sighed with the pleasure pulsating through their throbbing cocks, the
rims of their knobs and the openings to their dicks burning and itching as
shot after shot spurted out of their bodies, their swollen balls, black and
white, drawn up tight under their exploding cannons.  Hot, thick, creamy
cum filled their mouths and flowed down their throats, and they eagerly
swallowed the thick offering as their minds spun with the tart flavour and
their powerful ejaculations.  Aaron and Zac eagerly sucked on the thick
black cocks in their mouths, draining the black men's balls of their black
seed while Cool and Shad sucked on the cocks of the two white boys just as
eagerly, hungrily drinking their white-boy juice.
  Ludacris, Nelly and Omari likewise sucked on their black brothers' huge,
black sausages, savouring their thick hot cum as they too emptied their
swollen, black balls in a stuccato burst of pleasure.
     As they finally separated and lay back, their chests heaving with
their exertion, lips glistening with a fine film of cum and their breaths
smelling of cock and jism, the seven studs closed their eyes with the
double ecstasy of having shot their loads and of having brought their
partners off.  They lay there for a long time, lost in that throbbing,
silent world of post climatic bliss.
     Nelly was the first to stir.  Having collapsed beside Aaron, who was
lying in the opposite direction with his back to him, the rapper could not
help squirming over, and pulling apart the sixteen-year-old's ass cheeks,
running his tongue up the salty crack.  Aaron opened and closed his
sphincter with delight, at first not quite sure who it was that was rimming
him but delighted.  Discovering it was the dark twenty-nine-year-old rapper
whose promo photos usually had him with his head back and a smug and
sneering look in his eyes and whose songs featured gun violence and drugs,
Aaron was even more delighted.  Like Nelly had observed in an interview
once, "who says pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?"  Before him was a
familiar cock, a beautiful chocolate brown with a dark bulbous knob with a
brown-black rim, laying between a pair of round balls and below a thatch of
dark brown hairs with a goldish sheen.  As he snuggled closer and nuzzled
Shad's sweaty balls with his nose, his former boyfriend similarly nuzzled
his.  As the familiar, delightful fragrance of their balls filled each
other's lungs, the two horny teenage boys felt desire begin to swell up in
their loins once again.  Although they had each gone on to other love
interests, the puppy love they'd shared would always make sex between them
special.
     Zac and Omari, finding themselves in the same position and seeing
Aaron and Shad, buried their faces in each other's hairy crotch and inhaled
the spicy fragrance of teen sweat, hot cock, and freshly shot cum.  As the
two teenagers began to kiss and nibble the dangling flesh between each
other's legs, Cool J and Ludacris, lying on either side of the two boys,
glanced over at Nelly and then at each other, and with a wink and a leer,
they snuggled up behind the two teenagers. Cool J pulled apart Zac's cheeks
and ran his tongue slowly up his crack without the slightest hesitation.
This was something his wife insisted was not a turnon for her, and flatly
refused to do to him, which was once reason he sought out men on the sly on
occasion.  Licking a man's ass crack and rimming his hole was one of the
most debasing things a man could tell another to do, and one of the most
erotic, especially when it was a black man doing a white boy.  Getting down
and dirty with another man was a turnon for Ludacris too and one of the
reasons he also sought out those of his sex on the sly despite having a
wife and young daughter.  As he wormed his tongue up Omari's dank hole, the
young rapper was surprised the older man would do such a thing, especially
considering he was a husband and a father, and considering the rough
gangsta image he portrayed in his music.
     Having their cocks sucked and having their partner's cock swelling
between their lips, and for three of them, having their assholes rimmed by
a hot, wet tongue, the four sixty-nining teenage boys were soon stiff and
eager to get off another load.  Aaron, at sixteen the youngest of the seven
of them, quivered and arched his back as the handsome twenty-nine-year-old
rapper wormed his tongue up his dank hole and his seventeen-year-old
boyfriend sucked deeply on his stiff cock while Aaron slipped his lips up
and down his seven-inch black rod.  Lying beside him, Zac and Omari were
eagerly sucking on each other's swollen, throbbing organ as the two teens
were being eagerly rimmed by the two black rappers who were also beginning
to swell.
     Given the wide female audience the four teenage boys had considering
their range of music from traditional rock to modern rap, and from pop to
hip hop, they covered everyone from bright-eyed innocent preteen girls to
their older sisters with budding breasts and budding romances and their
still older full-boobed, finger-fucking sisters and even their
sagging-breasted star-struck mothers.  Regardless of their age and their
sexual awareness and experience, their fans would have been shocked to see
them at that moment, laying there on their sides, eagerly sucking cock as
they themselves were being sucked and squirming with delight as their
assholes were being licked and probed.
     The three older rappers had a range of fans themselves, from giggling
young teenage girls who thought it cool and daring to listen to dirty
lyrics by black gangsters prohibited by their parents to older teens and
young women turned on by the tough image the singers presented to the
public, and teenage boys and young black men who aspired to be rich and
famous, and rough and tough, just like them.  They would have been just as
surprised as the fans of the teenage boys, and perhaps even more so given
the tough image and heterosexuality the three rappers portrayed in their
lyrics and in their public lives to have seen them laying there sucking
asshole.  To know that all three enjoyed men on the sly, two of them
despite being married and being fathers, would have been a shock, and if
made public, would surely bring a quick end to their careers.  If the wives
of Ludacris and Cool J were to learn that the lips that kissed them each
morning had the previous night been sucking ass would surely have resulted
in divorces besides.
     At the moment their wives were the farthest thing from the minds of
the two men as they pressed their lips against the assholes of their
teenage partners and began to blow their spittle into their rectums.  The
thought of how hot and tight the three boys would be had already caused the
cocks of the three black men to rise up in eagerness and anticipation.
Having lubed their assholes and rectums with spittle, the three men
snuggled up behind the three teenage boys and wedged the tips of their
rigid, swollen cocks into the spit-slick openings they had been licking and
sucking.  The three teenage boys eagerly pushed out with their abdomens as
the three black men wrapped their arms about them and slowly pushed their
hips forward.  The six of them grunted and snorted as the three pairs
strained to unite, the three men gripping the teenagers' hips tightly as
they slowly pushed their hips forward, their thick, swollen knobs slowly
stretching open the willing, straining sphincters of the three horny
teenage boys.
     Finally each of the men felt his cockhead pop inside his partner's
hot, moist rectum, and with relief and eager anticipation each continued to
sink his long, black pole up his partner's asshole until his curly black
hairs were pressing against the smooth, tender butt of the teenager whose
asshole was now gripping his stiff cock.  Each wrapped his burly arms about
the slender, smooth body before him and closed his eyes in an ecstasy only
men and boys can know, that of having his hot, aching cock surrounded by
moist, throbbing ass flesh.  The three teenagers closed their eyes and
relished the unique and erotic sensation of having their sphincters
stretched open by a thick shaft and their rectums stuff by hot, throbbing
cock.  One by one they turned their attention back to sucking the cocks in
their mouths as the three adults caught their breath.
     Sucking cock while having yours sucked was another joy that only men
and boys could know, a joy that was both physical and mental.  The
throbbing of their shafts and the burning of the knobs as they felt their
partner's hot, moist mouth descend on their aching flesh and then draw back
sent shivers of delight up their spines, and knowing that they were
bringing their partners the same pleasure as they slipped their lips up and
down their turgid, throbbing cocks doubled that delight.
     Nelly, Cool J, and Ludacris slowly began to slide their hips to and
fro, easing their stiff, aching cocks in and out of the hot, moist chambers
surrounding them, drawing them out until their knobs began to stretch open
their partners' sphincters, and then slowly sinking them back up their
partner's rectums.  To the two married men, fucking ass was a joy unto
itself, a joy that was totally different from fucking a woman's cunt, or
for that matter, fucking a woman.  It was a totally different feeling
physically, and a totally different act mentally.  It was the delight and
the uniqueness of having sex with a fellow man, the raw eroticism of having
pure sex for the joy of sex itself, that kept them seeking out male
partners.  And, of all the acts two men can engage in, none came as close
to sex between a man and woman as fucking ass did.  Of course for the
teenage boys, having their asses fucked by a hot, thick cock was part of
the joy of being gay.  That the cocks up their assholes belonged to tough,
rough, black rappers made it all the more erotic.  For Aaron, having a
stiff, thick cock thrusting in and out of his ass and another throbbing
hotly in his mouth while his own was being eagerly sucked was the closest
he could imagine to being in heaven.  The horny young singer could not
imagine how it could possibly get any better as he eagerly deep-throated
the thick, chocolate-brown cock of his former boyfriend and lover as the
handsome, smooth-skinned heartthrob of thousands of girls just as eagerly
sucked on his cock while his ass was being reamed by the thick, black cock
of an equally renown black rapper.

                         Hot in . . .
                        So hot in herre
                   So hot in . . .  ah OH!!

       (Want a lil bit of ah, ah, and a lil bit of ah ah)
        I was like, good gracious ass is bodacious (UH!)
              Flirtatious, tryin to show patience
   I'm waitin' for the right time to shoot me steam (ya know)

     From sixteen to thirty-six years of age, single and married, black and
white, and with a full range of reputations, the seven hot, horny singers
closed their eyes in the ecstasy that only a man can know, and only another
man can bring.  They quivered and snorted as they once again felt that
pressure developing in their loins.  Nelly, Cool J and Ludacris increased
their tempo, slipping their swollen, aching cocks in and out of the hot,
throbbing assholes of the three snorting, sweating teenage boys more and
more rapidly and the three boys quivered with the painful pleasure of
having their tight asses savagely fucked.  Aaron, Shad, Zac and Omari
eagerly slipped their lips up and down the stiff, throbbing cocks in their
mouths as their own cocks were sucked.  They swallowed the cock-flavoured
spittle filling their mouths as if it were the sweetest nectar, knowing
that anytime soon their mouths would be filled with an even sweeter nectar.
     Once again the room was filled with the snorting and gasping of seven
hot, randy studs approaching their climaxes, and once again the hot, stuffy
air was filled with the fragrance of sweaty bodies and balls and finally
once again the musky scent of fresh cum as the seven horny, naked men and
boys erupted, the second time that night for the three rappers, the fifth
time for the four teenagers.  Aaron quivered with pure delight as his
asshole was filled with the hot slime of the twenty-nine-year-old rapper
tightly grasping his body while he eagerly drank the thick and still
copious juice of his seventeen-year-old lover and filled his lover's mouth
with his own thick, hot cream.  Nelly inhaled deeply and with unabashed
pleasure as he filled the young white boy with his jizz and wrapped his
thick, black arms about his trim, muscular body.  He always enjoyed fucking
ass, but this was particularly pleasant.  Shad felt just as ecstatic as his
large black balls constricted and he shot his load into his former
boyfriend's mouth.  Aaron was still the best cock sucker he'd ever met.
     Zac arched his back and shot his thick but still copious load into the
young black rapper whose long, thick cock he was sucking as the
thirty-six-year-old rapper and father of four behind him sank his cock deep
up his asshole and filled his rectum with his hot, thick cum just as he'd
filled his wife's cunt the night before.  It was moments like that, that
both Zac and Cool J had no regrets that they liked men.  Nor did Ludacris
as the gasping, sweating rapper filled Omari's rectum with his cum,
delighting in having fucked his ass with as much relish and as much
pleasure as he fucked his wife's cunt, and the young black rapper just as
eagerly swallowed Zac's hot, creamy load as Zac swallowed his as he felt
his ass being filled with Ludacris's shot.

                Give that man what he askin' for Cuz I feel like bustin'
loose and I feel like touchin' you (uh, uh) And can't nobody stop the juice
so baby tell me what's the use
                         I said . . .

                         Hot in . . .
                        So hot in herre
                   So hot in . . .  ah OH!!