Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2011 09:11:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jay Cee <gaymalesex_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of C. Breeze (Chapter 14)

The Adventures of C. Breeze


This story is total fiction. If you are under age, please dismiss yourself
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Chapter 14


Trey was knocked out for a while in a small pool of his own blood from his
runny nose. Nobody passed by yet, but he was sitting there for like an
hour, until 1 guy saw him laying there helpless, and cared enough to pick
Trey up and carry him to a near by bathroom. Trey woke up to a splash of
water hitting his face.


Voice: (Calmly, and slowly, bus sexually) Wake....up....!

Trey: Wha... what?


Then, Trey's eyes slowly started to open, and he noticed it was Miguel,
bent over, facing him with his eyes dimmed with his hands riding up and
down Trey's chest. Trey looked down and not only noticed that, but found
out he's laying completely naked in a bathtub full of bubbles and
water. Even though he didn't know, his bloody nose was gone and he had
tampons sitting in his nostrels.


Miguel: Aye.... You alright?

Trey: Some what... The hell is in my nose? (as he played with the strings)

Miguel: Tampons. (laughs at Trey's shocking reaction and starts taking them
out) Your nose was bleeding made hard so I fixed it with these.


Miguel held both bloody tampons in his hand walked away, showing off his
smooth bare naked body to Trey. Trey loved the view. Especially when Miguel
bent over, showing his hole to Trey as he threw out the tampons, and walked
back to him, showing his hard 6inch beefy cock. He bent back over the tub
and started searching through the water.


Miguel: So... Do you need anything else?

Trey: Well... (looks at his semi hard dick)

Miguel: (looks intreged) Sure.


Miguel then grabs Trey's dick and started stroking it in the water as he
leaned forward to smooch all over Trey's neck. Trey just layed there,
soaking his hot body in the water as he got his neck sucked, and dick
jerked. Miguel pulled back, and started jerking Trey even faster through
the water, making it splash all over his own body. Trey's eyes were closed
and he moaned loud for it to echoe in the bathroom. Filling Miguel's ears
more to make him wanna bust all over the side of the tube. he time came,
Trey's breathing was heavy, and he jumped up onto his feat, and started
jerking himself. Miguel's mouth was open wide, with his tongue out ready
for the taste of nut, and get got all over it too. Heavy loads of cum
dripped and sat on his dry tongue, clearing his morning drout. He then rose
to his feet to, and they made out. Trey got out the tub carefully and
rubbed on Miguel's dick before getting on his knees and started soaking his
dick head on his mouth,
 swallowing it with the pre-cum. Miguel Layed his hand on his head and
leaned his head back, enjoying the good head, but was already to cum and
his did all over the walls in Trey's mouth, filling it with large loads of
white seemen. Right when Trey finished, one of the bathroom doors swung
open, and there was Young Jeezy, looking mad and upset in his birthday suit
with the dry 7.5 inch thick black candle standing forward at him. Trey got
scared, but found out Jeezy was looking dead at Miguel. He moved over to
the tub, and sat there, letting the water out as he looked at Miguel's
terrified face.


Miguel: Oh my God, baby! I'll give you the money when -


Then Jeezy walked closer to Miguel and then he punched the mirror next to
him. Right there, Miguel openned the other bathroom door behind him and ran
like hell, but it wasn't a match for Jeezy. Jeezy ran like a fucking
football player, and tackled him down like one too.


Jeezy: (yelling in his ear) THIS IS HOW YOUR GONNA GET MY MONEY BACK BITCH.


Jeezy was on top of Miguel on the floor. He played one hand strongly on the
left side of Miguel's face, and used his hand for his dick. Miguel fought
and cried for help so bad but it only got his dry as fucked by an extra
thick dry dick. Miguel screamed, but nobody was on that side of the house,
and only Trey heard it, but he decided not to help him, and watch him get
fucked. Miguel gave into the fucking he ment to cause, and slowly moved his
arm behind Jeezy, and started fingering and gripping his ass as he got rug
burn on his body. All of a sudden, Trey thought of how he ended up here,
and remembered what Laz told him. Trey wanted to see Chris so bad. So he
started to leave. As he walked to the door, he seen model Dorian Stansberry
layed on the floor against the wall while he was getting his dick rode by
Bruno Mars, and at the door, The Rock was getting his dick sucked by Bobby
Valetino. He looked up, and saw a large masculine guy in the shadow before
 him, and he spoke.


Voice: (in a deep masculine voice) You alright?

Trey: Who's asking?

Voice: Mike, (steps into the light, exposing all of his golden built body)
Mike Storm.


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Meanwhile, down at Interscope Records, Polow Da Don was producing a track
until he heard a knock on the door.


Polow: It's open! (Chris walks in) Aye! Chris Breezy! What's up mane?

Chris: (slaps him up) Aye, mane. Shit.... ready to record for this new
album.


Chris walks to the door in the booth, but Polow stepped in front of him.


Polow: Woah partner. You forget? (while unbuckling his pants)

Chris: (irritatied) I thought you after the track done?

Polow: No. I said you can pay the $550 after the track is done, but your
not paying, remember?

Chris: Damn alright (turns around)

Polow: Yeah. Sit down in that chair.


Chris sits in Polow's chair as Polow pulled his semi hard 7inch
dick. Usually, Chris is ampt to suck a good dick but today, he really
wasn't feeling it.  He openned his mouth, but not like how he use to, and
Polow knew it.


Polow: Uh uh! Stick out that tongue! (Chris does so) Oh... yeah...


Polow beats the head of his dick against the tongue before pushing it all
the way in for a good one. Chris sunk it in down his throat, and started
sucking it. Polow layed his head back as he rested his hand on Chris' head,
thrusting in and out. That's when somebody else walked in. Polow quickly
pulled out as he turned his head. It was Laz.


Polow: (whispered) Shit!

Laz: Don't worry. I own this one. (looks at Chris) Keep sucking it.


Polow looked confused, but did it anyways but faster, but Chris stopped. He
pulled his head back, took the dick out his mouth, and stood up, putting
his coat on as he walked out.



Polow: Fuck you doing?!

Laz: Aye! (Chris ignores him) Aye! (chases him outside, making Chris stop
as he grabbed his arms, and made him turn to him, with a deep vice saying)
I own you, remember? LZ isn't tatted to the back of your ear for nothing?

Chris: (shocked) Don't fuck with me man.

Laz: Na, I ain't fucking with you. (lights a cigerette) You remember that
night I took you to the bar, gave you mad drinks, and you were so drunk,
you didn't remember who else you fucked that night? Yeah. Surprise
motherfucker. Your mine. From the day I fucked your ass away from D & 50 to
today. Now, get in the car. (Chris stares at him, sad, but pissed on the
inside) I said get in the fucking car!


Chris does so as he got on the passanger side. Laz unzipped his pants
before getting in and forced Chris' head in his lap, chokcing him as he
talked more shit inbetween moans.


Laz: Taste this dick! That dick in your mouth is mine, all mine, just like
you. You ain't shut but another hoe trying to make it. (as he furiously
thrusted in Chris' face) Told your little friend that too. What's his
name... oh yeah. Trey right? Trigga Trey? Your little boo thang? Yeah, I
found out about everything between ya'll when you left my car that
night. From ya'll fucking on the beach that night, yeah I sent Brynt and
Last oh. Shit! Uh.. you always gave good head Chris.Even Soulja said so. He
even said he liked how he busted all up on you,. Like I'm doing now.Shit!


Right when Laz shot his first load, Chris took the keys to the car out of
the ignition, and left Laz there, cumming all over his good suit. Laz was
mad as hell. Chris ran down the parking lot as Laz tried to finishing
cumming while putting on his pants, chasing him. Chris was putting on a
show in that parking lot, like it was football. Chris swerving, ducking,
dodging his way back to Laz's car. He zoomed pasted Laz, hopped in his car,
started it, and pulled off, leaving Laz stranded at the studio. Laz chased
him down the street as long as he could until he stopped, running out of
breath.


Laz: FUCK IT! I GOT PLANS FOR YOU BITCH! DON'T SHOW YOUR ASS IN AN EVENT
AGAIN NIGGA! I GOT YOU!


Chris laughed as he brushed it off, and kept driving.


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Trey: So your Mike Storm? (they started walking down the hal)

Mike: Yeah. I saw the event you had with my ex, and -

Trey: Wait! Your ex?

Mike: Yeah. We were dating. Sad Alonzo didn't speak of it, but I'm not
surprised. Not every masculine man will admit they bottom sometimes.

Trey: (shocked) Oh shit!

Mike: Yeah. Some of these niggas that be talking so much shit really love a
big dick up their ass.

Trey: I know that's right (as he checked out Mike's dick)

Mike: You wanna touch it?

Trey: Hell yeah! (starts reaching for it, but Mike stops him)

Mike: Can't now. Not the time or place.

Trey: Fuck you mean?! This is a sex place. Mad niggas getting head.

Mike: (shakes his head) You being the owner doesn't mean you can stop and
get all the head you want. Plus, I had some already before I started
patrolling.

Trey: Patrolling?

Mike: Yeah. I don't have enough for real Security to check so I do it. Make
sure nobody is getting raped, or dead, or any other shit like that.

Trey: So how do you keep this shit flowing?

Mike: Clubs in the area sponsor enough to help keep it open, not secured.

Trey: Don't you get money off this shit?

Mike: Nope, since it's a free event. I thought about charging, but I need
somebody handling that too, and nobody is going to sit there from 12am to
5am without having the tendency to fuck one of the guys enough to get all
the cash and bring it up back.

Trey: (thinks about it) How much would you charge?

Mike: I know you can't do it, so don't even try.

Trey: Whatchu mean I can't?!

Mike: I seen your performance last night. Didn't say "No" to any of those
guys.

Trey: I was buzzed.

Mike: Of course, the way you were taking them, and how you offered your
mouth to me. Any hot thing you see, you throw yourself at either for the
benefits or just doing it.Your not stable enough for the job. (walks to a
near by window, scouting out)

Trey: Oh come on man...

Mike: Listen! If I offered to fuck you right here, and right now, raw, with
no condom, would you say yes? (as his made his pecks bounce. Trey was just
silent) Thought so.... So, are you hungry? Luckily, I had enough for a chef
to cook for me. You can stay if you like.

Trey: Na... I got some where to be.

Mike: I don't know how your gonna get there with no cloths.

Trey: Fuck you mean!?

Mike: While you were getting piledrived into those cussions last night, Bow
Wow took the liberty of tossing all your clohs out into the streets as he
took off home.

Trey: The fuck!?

Mike: So yeah... I don't know how your getting home.

Trey: Can you drive me?

Mike: Yeah, but I'm not dressed nor done patroling yet. Once I do I'll take
you home.

Trey: Thanks.. So what do I do until then?

Mike: Hell, you can either patrol with me, or fuck that nigga that's
standing at the door way.



Trey looks up and sees Robin Thicke at the doorway, stroking his dick as he
walked up to him. Trey was being so tempted by both guys, he was already
hard. It was hard not to pay attention to Mike though. Robin came up to
him, and started singing "Shakin' it for Daddy" slowly but sexually in his
ear as he convinced him to hold on to his dick while he stroked him. Trey
smiled and stroked him back, but he looked at Mike that was looking at him,
and he stopped.


Trey: I can't! Robin, I can't.

Robin: Fine. You had a tight ass anyways when we first fucked. Probably
loose now. (as he tapped it)

Trey: FUCK YOU! (pushes Robin)

Mike: ENOUGH! Robin, keep fucking with him and you won't be staying here no
more! I know you got problems with your girl but don't take it out on
people (Robin walks away)

Trey: Thanks man -

Mike: Don't thank me. Know better then to let someone call you who they say
you are and get offended by it. Just follow me.


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Chris drove to a restaurant that night out in Beverly Hills. A sacrate spot
where he can be alone with his thoughts, eat what he want, and just
chill. He sat there with a glass of wine, eating bread sticks while waiting
for his food, he looked forward and saw a very cute guy that was starring
him down. He seen him before, but didn't know who he is but he wanted to
try him, until somebody he knew scared him while sitting infront of him.


Chris: What the fuck!?

Pooch: He babe (reaches over the table, and gives him a kiss)

Chris: Don't ever scare me like that dude. I was about to jump and -
(notices Pooch stressing out) You arlight?

Pooch: No. (stops the waiter) Give mea glass of your finest but strongest
champaigne and a steak.

Chris: What's wrong?

Pooch: My wife is on her way here, and (whispers) I think she know we
fucking!

Chris: Wait! Your married?

Pooch: No time - Hey hunny!

Girl: Fuck that shit! You fucking him!?

Pooch: (shocked) What?

Girl: Don't lie to me! Becky told me that Salena said that Marissa told her
that her twin Melissa seen you two having dinner one night when she was
going out with Frankie on a date at the same restaurant, and saw you too
kissing on the way tot he car, and taking off in it with each other! Is it
true! Why am I hearing this!?!?

Pooch: Baby calm down!

Girl: No! I'm done with you! Your dead to me! Good bye! Adios! Don t call
me either! (storms off)

Pooch: (looks dead at Chris) Why you ain't say nothing!? The dick that
good?!

Chris: First of all I wasn't the one that was cheating. Second, that was
your problem to deal with. Not mine. Third, I thought your ass was single,
or at least dating?! Fuck this shit!!


Chris got up quickly and tried to walk away when Pooch grabbed him by thw
wrist. Chris tried to break free but that tightened Pooches grip even more.


Chris: (quiet but angerly) Get off me. (Pooch doesn't) Get off me!

Pooch: and what if I don't.

Chris: (grabs his glass and splashes it in his face and smashes it over
Pooches shoes.) That's what happens!


and Chris stormed off, but someone followed behind him, and it wasn't
Pooch.


To Be Continued...


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