Date: Wed, 20 Nov 2002 00:13:07 -0500
From: bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com
Subject: Celeb Foot Fun 6: N 2 Gether Now
Disclaimer: Sorry for such a long time between stories, but
what with schoolwork and everything, having a life sorta
gets in the way of writing hot jerkoff stories. Anyway,
I've reprised Fred Durst and David Silveria for this story,
and they are joined by the rappers Method Man and Redman in
some hot activities in a Los Angeles hotel. The story takes
place a few months after Fred and David's initial pairing,
and you better believe there's some footplay going down.
This story, like all the others, makes no claims that any of
these people are poofters in real life, although that would
be pretty sweet. Anyway, if you're under 18, or offended by
homosexual material, what the hell are you doing at the
Nifty website in the first place? All others may read on.
Comments/compliments/constructive criticisms, as always,
graciously received at bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com.
Celeb Foot Fun 6: N 2 Gether Now
In Los Angeles' R______ Hotel, room 415, there was
complete silence, except for an occasional quiet moan and
the faint noise of someone's mouth moving up and down
someone's penis. The mouth belonged to Fred Durst, lead
singer of the rap-metal band Limp Bizkit, and his arms were
wrapped around the thighs of David Silveria, the strapping
30-year-old drummer for Limp's contemporaries, Korn, who was
enjoying getting a blowjob from his friend. The two had
first discovered the joys of sex with another guy in July,
when an innocent foot massage resulted in erotic foreplay
that ended up with both men cumming. Since then, they had
tried to squeeze in as much sex with each other as possible,
which was difficult for both men. Between live shows and
other personal commitments, the two men did not see each
other as often as they would have liked. There were times
when they just needed release from the pressures of their
commitments, and they found that release in each other by
exploring erotic possibilities they had only imagined in
their wildest dreams.
David placed his hands on the back of Fred's head,
encouraging him to take all of his six inches into his
mouth. Fred did so willingly, taking him to the hilt and
burying his nose in his pubes. David felt the tension in
his loins that indicated that he was on the verge of
cumming. Just as his climax was about to strike, there were
two knocks at the door.
Both men moaned in disappointment, having been lost in
the pleasure of oral sex. The harsh snap back to reality
was annoying for both men. Couldn't a guy suck cock without
being disturbed anymore? David pulled his black jeans back
up around his moist hardon while Fred composed himself and
answered the door.
Standing before him were his good friends Clifford
Smith and Reggie Noble, known to music fans as Method Man
and Redman. Fred had invited the two rappers to spend some
time with them while they were in the area. After all, the
hotel room him and David had rented out was large enough to
hold a rather large party. Fred and David had decided that
they didn't want to put the effort into throwing any such
parties, though; they'd rather keep things relatively low-
key and only invite a couple of friends.
"What up, dog?" Fred greeted his guests, shaking both
their hands. He hoped they didn't notice any strange smells
on his breath or in the room.
"Yo man, just chillin'," responded Meth, suddenly
awestruck at the grandeur of the hotel room. "Some place
you've got here, son!"
"Yeah, check this shit out! We've got all the good
shit - minibar, room service, and a big bed for you-know-
what!"
"Hell yeah, man! I was gonna ask where the ho's at?"
laughed Redman. David laughed softly, but ironically, in
the background.
Only Redman apparently noticed. "Oh, didn't see you
there, Dave! What up?"
"Hey guys," responded Dave shyly, flashing his gorgeous
smile.
"So what have you guys been up to?" asked Meth.
"Not much, dude, we got a dimebag that we were thinking
of lighting up, but we're not sure.someone could smell it or
something. Wouldn't be the first time we've done it in a
hotel room, though," replied Fred.
"Aw yeah, I hear that. I was in the mood to blaze up
myself, but I think I'm gonna save it for later. Shit, you
guys got video games?" asked a stunned Redman, noticing the
Nintendo 64 console underneath the 20" television.
"Oh yeah, we were playing some Mario Kart before you
guys came," lied David.
"Aw shit, we need in on that! I bet we could whup yo'
white asses in that game any day!" teased Meth.
"That sounds an awful lot like a bet to me.wanna put
something on the line?" asked Fred.
"Depends, you man enough?" retorted Redman.
"Tell you what, then.we'll play you in the Special Cup
race, 150 cc, alternating players.winner makes the loser do
something really humiliating that they decide on after they
win. You on?"
The bet sounded intriguing to the two rappers, who
agreed to the terms. David removed himself from his seat on
the bed and joined the three others as they prepared to
play.
Fred and Meth went first. Fred chose Bowser and Meth
chose Yoshi as their characters. They both waited for the
Koopa to announce the very start of DK's Jungle Parkway
stage. Both men, experienced video game players, knew about
the secret trick where one hits the B button between the
yellow and green light to provide an extra turbo-boost at
the beginning of the race. The men battled intensely,
warding off the rocks thrown by the natives and each other's
shells and banana peels. The ultimate winner of the race
was Meth, who beat Fred by three seconds, thanks to a
strategic mushroom use towards the finish line.
The two men switched off, David taking over for Fred
and Redman taking over for Meth. Yoshi Valley was a very
aggravating stage for them - both men ended up falling off
the course at one point. David was the ultimate winner,
navigating cleanly through sharp turns and managing to avoid
the giant rotating egg towards the end of the race,
something that could not have been said for Redman. Fred
was anticipating a victory for him and David, and began
thinking of what possible humiliating thing he could do.
There was one idea he was toying around with, but he was
worried about it being a bit too freaky for the two rappers.
Then again, it could be a really great way to humiliate the
both of them.
The teams were tied now, both with fifteen points each.
Both teams were remarkably able to fend off the other six
challenging computer players with the finesse and skill that
come with being avid video game players. Fred and Meth once
again resumed their spots. Banshee Boardwalk was next,
another stage where falling off was relatively easy, but
staying on proved difficult. Despite the bats that impeded
his progress in the haunted shack in the middle of the
course and slipping on some banana peels, Fred managed to
pull off a third place victory, garnering him another three
points. Meth, on the other hand, fell off the boardwalk
twice, but managed to pull in a respectable fourth place
spot, earning him one extra point.
The pressure was on David and Redman now. It could
easily have been anyone's game, and the setbacks from the
last match did not faze either man one bit. Rainbow Road
went on and on, being the longest course in the entire game.
Not much action took place until the third lap, when Redman,
currently in first place and feeling daring, attempted to
use a shortcut he had tried, mostly unsuccessfully, a few
times before. Leaping off the siderail towards the
beginning of the race, he tried to get Yoshi to land on the
track below, but fortunately for David, he failed. David
hooted with victory as he coasted into second place behind
Toad. Redman finished in sixth for his little stunt, which
earned him shame and a whack on the head from Meth.
Fred and David shouted with their conquest and gave
each other high fives. The two rappers, meanwhile, groused
about their loss, wondering what they would make them do.
Hopefully it wasn't anything weird like getting naked in
public or something. Meth and Redman laid down on one of
the king-sized beds in the bedroom and awaited their
judgment.
The two rockers deliberated for a moment on what they
should make the two men do. Not surprisingly, both men
immediately thought of sexual things.
"We could make them suck our dicks!" suggested David,
still aching from the coitus interruptus from before.
"Or each other's!"
"Yeah, that'd be hot.but they'd probably kill us if we
suggested anything like that."
"You're right.dude, I know what they could do!"
"What?"
"You'll see, it's something they'll probably find
gross, but it could totally be worth it to watch them try
it," said Fred.
Turning to the two rappers, Fred announced "We have
decided your punishment for sucking so bad in Mario Kart,
and that is.you've got to lick each other's smelly feet!"
Redman and Meth contorted their faces in disgust. "Ew!
For how long?"
"'Til we say so," replied Fred.
"Aw, fuck no, dude! You think we some faggots or
something?"
"I don't think you're faggots. I think you're losers,
though, and now you've got to pay up. So get lickin'!"
Method Man and Redman looked at each other in
puzzlement. Was this dude serious? Who'd want to see two
dudes lick each other's feet? They thought about protesting
again, but they knew that they wouldn't let them get away
with it. They'd probably think of an even more humiliating
punishment, so they just accepted their loss and reached
down to untie their Timberland boots.
David tapped Fred on the shoulder. "Are you crazy?
They want to kill us now! I don't think they're going to go
through with it, dude."
"Well, I never thought I'd like licking your feet as
much as I did, and look at me now," Fred responded.
"Besides, don't you think this'll be wicked, two black guys
licking each other's toes?"
David had to admit it was a pretty enticing situation.
He still had doubts, but he started to expect a fantastic
show.
Having untied their laces, the two rappers removed
their boots and threw them into the corner in aggravation.
Of all the fucking things they had to do, why'd they chose
this? The enticing smell of shoe sweat immediately entered
the room. Fred ascertained that the two men had been out
and about for most of the day and hadn't removed their
footwear in a few hours. He grinned, both at the
humiliation of the rappers and at the pleasing aroma. Many
people knocked foot odor as gross, but it was something he
took a particular fondness to, after last July.
Meth and Redman then hesitantly peeled off their socks,
which they apparently hadn't changed in a few days and were
beginning to regret that now. If anything, this whole
experience would teach them to change their socks once in
awhile. Fred and David had to get a peek at their feet.
They marveled at how the tops of their feet were nearly the
same color as the rest of their skin, but their soles and
toenails were a far lighter shade of brown. Both men had
fairly large feet, and Meth's second toe was larger than his
big toe. Redman's toes formed a gradual downward slant and
he had tiny spaces between his toes, whereas Method Man's
were more spaced out. Both men also could've used a little
trimming on their toenails, but otherwise, both men tacitly
agreed they had awesome feet. The two men lay on the bed so
as to face each other's feet and looked at each other as if
to apologize in advance for how fucking strange and
disgusting this all would be.
Redman hesitated for a second before raising Meth's
foot to his face. This was pretty sick, smelling another
dude's feet like this, and then having to lick them? This
was fucked up. He brought Meth's right foot to his nose and
inhaled slowly. Surprisingly to him, the smell wasn't
really that terrible. It kinds reminded him of cheese that
he had eaten a few nights ago, but the two scents were
decidedly different. He sniffed again, not repulsed by the
scent at all, but finding that it was making him rather
hungry.
Meth, meanwhile, was undergoing similar feelings as he
brought Redman's right foot to his face. His feet carried
the faint scent of leather from the boots he had been
wearing, which didn't disgust him, really. He wasn't crazy
about having to sniff another dude's stank feet, though, but
then he just told himself that the dare wasn't a big deal.
It was just licking a little ball of flesh, and it was
forced on them, so it's not like they were having sex or
anything.
Fred and David were dying with anticipation, though.
It was one thing to have them suffer for losing to them at
the card game, which was a joy in itself. However, it was a
completely different joy altogether to see the two rappers
licking each other's feet. They were secretly both wishing
that the experience wouldn't sour them on some further
"experimentation," and they were already planning on some
later activities just in case.
The rappers eventually decided that waiting would only
make things worse, and so on the count of three, the two
hesitantly stuck out their tongues and touched each other's
instep with the very tips of their tongues. Redman withdrew
instantly, expecting to be disgusted by licking Meth's
sweaty foot. To his surprise, the taste, like the smell,
was not that unpleasant. Again, he was reminded of cheese,
and the association just made his mouth water some more.
Feeding his hunger, Redman licked Meth's foot again, this
time letting the taste linger in his mouth for awhile. Not
finding it repulsive, he licked again, and then a fourth
time. This wasn't going to be such a bad dare after all.
Meth was having similar thoughts as he lapped at
Redman's soles. The taste wasn't quite as bad as he thought
it would have been, and was actually sort of enticing. He
licked again and again, not driven off by the strange salty
taste of Redman's foot. He eventually got more daring and
slipped his lips about Redman's big toe. He sucked on the
fleshy digit, noting that this was not much different than
sucking on a lollipop. He bobbed his head up and down on
the toe, taking almost a strange delight in the taste. He
couldn't even believe he was sucking the toe of his best
friend, and not only that, that it wasn't something he found
unpleasant.
Meth wasn't the only one who found himself
confused by the situation. Redman couldn't believe that not
only was he getting into licking Meth's feet, but that he
was actually getting sorta aroused by Meth slipping his lips
over his big toe and sucking on it. He reasoned that it was
just the sensation that was doing this to him; after all,
anyone could've been sucking on his feet and it still
would've produced the sensation, regardless of who or what
was causing it. He still wondered why exactly he found this
act erotic; moreover, why it was starting to give him a
boner.
He soon perished his thoughts and, not
wanting to be regarded as cowards in the eyes of Fred and
David, he copied Meth's actions and slipped his lips over
Meth's right big toe. He sucked on it, simultaneously
appalled and delighted, or perhaps appalled that he was
delighted. The digit had a strange fleshy texture that he
found interesting, and he sucked on the toe with a certain
curiosity.
Fred and David watched this spectacle with
secret ecstasy and not-so-secret erections. They shifted
themselves so that if the two rappers looked over they
wouldn't notice their throbbing cocks tenting out their
pants. The two men couldn't resist though, this was so hot!
They both remembered back to this summer when they had
experimented with each other in that hotel room, and how
amazing it had been for both of them. Whenever either man
got the chance, which wasn't terribly often given their busy
schedules, they would meet for a secret rendezvous, and they
had progressed beyond mere footplay into oral, anal, and
other fetishes. Fred particularly was turned on by musky
armpits, and loved fooling around with David after Korn had
just wrapped up a show. The sweat from being on stage in
front of a large crowd turned him on, and he knew David
would always be up for messing around with him. David still
thought a guy's feet were really sexy, and exercised his new
interest by browsing foot fetish sites online and even tried
sucking his own toes when he was alone. He couldn't explain
why, he just found the aroma and the shape of a guy's foot
to be a major turn-on.
The two rappers kept at it, and eventually,
they were both hard from the hot, moist sensation they were
providing to each other's feet. Redman and Meth had gotten
over their self-consciousness; they accepted what they were
doing as their punishment for losing to Fred and David, and
were merely holding up their end of the bargain. What they
didn't understand was why the men they had lost to hadn't
stopped them yet; hadn't they been doing this long enough?
It didn't matter too much to the rappers, for they strangely
didn't mind doing this. In fact, Meth was even daring
enough to start rubbing at his irritated crotch the longer
they kept this up. Noticing his actions, Redman was tempted
to do the same, and so Redman and Method Man lay on one bed
facing each other in opposite directions, sucking and
licking each other's feet and handling their throbbing cocks
through the fabric of their jeans. Fred and David,
meanwhile, were laying on the other bed, watching Meth and
Redman go at it and grabbing at their own rock-hard members
through their pants. They were amazed that the two rappers
were doing this, and had no intention of stopping them
anytime soon.
Method Man and Redman's tongues ran along each other's
soles and along the backs of their toes. They wedged their
slimy tongues in between each other's digits, taking in the
cheesy taste which caused their mouths to water. Saliva
dripped down the backs of two pairs of hot black feet that
emanated with boot sweat and the heat of what they were
doing. Two tongues ran across toenails, over the tops of
toes, along sweaty arches, around fleshy soles, and back up
underneath the backs of toes. A total of four cocks
twitched with sexual arousal at the spectacle of two hot,
macho rappers engaging in such an erotic act.
Fred and David felt like they were going to burst
inside their jeans. They couldn't stand it anymore. After
unbuttoning and unzipping their flies, Fred and David pushed
their jeans and boxers down and grabbed their pulsating
cocks. They began thrusting as Meth and Redman continued to
suck toe, pumping their fists up and down the length of
their engorged penises.
Meth and Redman temporarily stopped what they were
doing, in shock at what Fred and David were doing. "What
the fuck, yo? You're beatin' off to us?" inquired an
apparently offended Method Man.
"Yeah, dude, you guys are turning us on so fucking
much," replied David.
"Besides, we know we're not the only people enjoying
what you're doing," added Fred, making reference to the
rappers' erections. Method Man and Redman couldn't deny it,
they were both hard and in desperate need of getting off.
"So do you get off by watching dudes suck each other's
toes and shit?" asked a puzzled Redman.
"Yeah, is this why you makin' us do this?" inquired
Meth.
"Well, to be honest, yeah," admitted David. "We both
think footplay is really sexy. In fact, we were kinda
thinking of getting in on the act, if you don't mind."
Method Man and Redman thought this was all really
strange, considering that they thought both the rap-metal
stars were straight. They knew for instance that Fred had
fathered two children and that David was married with a
child, and here they were, getting turned on by two guys
licking each other's feet! However, they seemed really
eager to, and they didn't want to disappoint them. Plus,
they had both decided that footplay was actually sorta cool,
and they'd be interested in seeing what the two white boys
were capable of. They agreed, much to the delight of Fred
and David.
Slipping off their shoes and peeling off their socks,
Fred and David hopped onto the bed. Fred lay opposite
Method Man on the other side, while David and Redman were
faced with each other's feet. Immediately, the four men got
to business. Fred took Meth's already moist right big toe
into his mouth, while Meth slipped his lips over Fred's
sweaty digit. The familiar cheesy flavor of another guy's
toes filled their mouths and caused their dicks to ooze
droplets of precum. Meanwhile, Redman slicked the back of
David's toes with saliva while David wormed his tongue in
the spaces between the hot rapper's toes, which provoked the
same reaction in their own cocks.
For the space of fifteen minutes, rosy red lips sucked
delightedly on dark brown toes and soles while dark brown
lips made their way across every inch of light pink feet.
Method Man and Redman licked their white hosts' feet with
sheer abandon, and were compensated by having their own feet
worshipped by the sexy rockers. Foot worship was nothing
new to Fred and David, but the act of licking the two hot
black guys' feet was something new to both of them. For
Meth and Redman, it was a whole new world, one that they
wouldn't mind returning to in the future.
By this time, all eight feet in the room were
thoroughly basted with saliva. The taste of male feet lay
strongly in four mouths. Four cocks all throbbed painfully
with a demand for release. Fred was the first of the four
to make the transition to the next level of footplay.
Removing his lips from Meth's toes, he instructed Meth to
remove his pants. Meth hesitated slightly; the footplay
thing was hot, but now he wanted to have sex? David
instructed Redman to do the same, and Redman also agreed,
but like Redman, with the same degree of reluctance.
Meth and Redman both looked at each other, not really
sure what was going to happen next. Both men pushed their
jeans down over their slick feet, revealing boxers that were
largely tented out and had noticeable precum stains on them.
The boxers were the next to go, revealing two gloriously
large, thick black cocks. Fred and David licked their lips
with anticipation at the sight of two beautiful, thick, cut
cocks with low-hanging hairy nuts. By their estimation,
they had to be at least seven inches long. They figured
that the rumor regarding black guys and dick size probably
wasn't just a rumor, much to their delight.
All four men were now completely naked below the waist,
and very much erect and dripping precum. Fred and David
instructed their guests to sit on the bed facing them, with
their legs stretched out. Fred seized Meth's ankles and
guided his feet towards his erect member, placing his toes
on either side of his cock. Dave did likewise with Redman,
placing the rapper's slimy toes on either side of his hot
dick. It felt really wicked having something slick touching
your cock, whether it be a guy's mouth or his spit-covered
toes! Fred and David encouraged the rappers to reciprocate,
and so Meth and Redman placed their hosts' toes on each side
of their dicks. They marveled at the feeling of the moist
toes brushing against stiff tubes and were taken by pleasant
surprise when David and Fred began pumping their feet up and
down.
The two rockers pushed their toes up and down over the
rappers' cocks, pushing their foreskin up and down their
penises and in essence jerking them off with their feet.
Meth and Redman responded in kind by sliding their feet up
and down Fred and David's respective cocks. The four men
continued like that, thrusting their hot wet feet up and
down their blood-engorged cocks. Black toes gripped rigid
tubes of pink flesh and drew them up and down over light
purple knobs. Pink toes clasped onto large dark brown dicks
and pushed the skin up over dark purple knobs. All four men
were oozing precum copiously by this point, thanks to the
sensation of toes slick with their own spittle jacking off
their throbbing bones. The rappers had completely gotten
over themselves and were fully enjoying what they were doing
right now. They could tell that Fred and David were
enjoying themselves immensely too, as signaled by their
heavy breathing.
Their cocks all tingled with the anticipation of
release, and in no time at all, they all felt the urge to
cum. David felt the familiar tension in his groin that he
had felt so many times before, from fiddling with himself,
having sex with his wife, and even fooling around with Fred.
He panted and grunted with the sweet agony of climax, and he
thrust his hips forward as he shot out a thick streamer of
cum. His manshot struck Redman in the face, which surprised
him greatly. Several more shots were fired from David's
irritated cock, which landed on Redman's neck, t-shirt and
legs, and some less forceful globs of cum dribbled onto
Redman's toes. The very sight of Redman covered in cum
caused Fred to shoot next. He gasped and then fired a thick
volley of cum into the air that landed smack on Meth's face.
Streams of sauce shot out from his spastic, trembling cock
that managed to strike Meth's nuts, thighs, and toes. The
two rappers were now literally covered from head to toe in
Fred and David's creamy loads.
The two rappers followed shortly after. Method Man's
cock jerked with his orgasm, and his climax resulted in a
powerful shot that went straight up into the air. Fred
attempted to catch it in his mouth as it fell back to earth,
and was successful. He swallowed the hot black rapper's
seed with lust, enjoying with great pleasure the taste of
another man's jizz. Several more shots struck Fred in the
face again, and some more cum leaked out of his pisshole
onto Fred's hot toes. Redman came at nearly the same time,
shooting his wad into the air, which landed on David's
chest. His hot cock pulsated as he emptied the contents of
his balls onto David's legs and toes. All four men laid
back from the tremendous release of their mutual orgasms,
covered in hot cum and gasping for breath. That was one
fucking hot experience!
Redman broke the post-orgasmic silence. "Dude, I don't
know where you learned that shit, but that was dope as
hell!"
Method Man agreed. "Hell, yeah, dog! Now I'm all
sticky, though, mind if I use your shower?"
Fred smiled. "I've got a better idea." Twisting his
body forward, he began fiddling with Meth's still semi-limp
cock with one hand and massaging his nuts with the other.
After getting him hard again, Fred leaned forward and ran
his tongue along Meth's hot nutsack, sucking off his cum
that had landed there. He ran his tongue all over, basting
Meth's hairy, low-hanging nuts with saliva. Fred scooped
off an extra drop of cum that had oozed out of the top of
his peehole with his tongue and then moved down towards his
thighs. His tongue wormed in between Meth's testicles and
inner thigh, and he licked his way down, lapping up his own
streamers of cum. Moving down still further, he lapped up
some of the shot that had dribbled down Meth's ankle and
then wormed his tongue between his toes to catch what had
landed there.
David was inspired by Fred's actions to clean up Redman
in a similar manner. David scooped up the bit of cum that
had struck Redman in the face and licked it off of his
fingers seductively. He then licked off what had fallen on
Redman's t-shirt. Bending down, he swirled his tongue
around the tip of Redman's cock, coercing another droplet of
cum to ooze out from his semi-erect penis. He moved down
and sucked at the warm flesh of Redman's inner thigh and
licked his way down to his hot toes, sucking up every drop
of his still warm cum along the way. Upon reaching his
feet, he lapped at his soles and in between his toes,
licking up his seed and savoring the wonderful combination
of a hot black foot and his own cum in his mouth.
The rappers started to feel less and less hesitant and
asked Fred and David to turn around so they could assist in
"washing" them. Both men were now nearly in a sixty-nine
position. Meth, facing Fred's toes, reached forward and
extended his tongue, lapping at Fred's soles and cleaning up
his hot sperm. Redman did the same with David, sucking on
his toes and sucking up his creamy load. After cleaning
their feet, they inched their way up their hosts' bodies,
slurping up the slimy juice that they had shot fifteen
minutes before off their ankles, legs, and thighs. All the
while, David and Fred were licking at Redman and Method
Man's feet and legs, which had been cleaned already, but
they couldn't resist.
All four men were in no time facing their partner's
cock, and all four men were definitely hard from the heat of
this oral action. Meth stuck his tongue and licked at
Fred's hairy nuts that dangled in front of his face. Fred
returned back to Meth's nuts and inhaled sharply at the
awesome scent of another guy, especially another guy who had
already cum. He sank his mouth as far down as he could on
Meth's thick pole, all the while playing with nuts in his
right hand and gripping onto the base of his cock with his
left. David had by this time devoured Redman's cock,
delighting in the taste of another man's most private area
and the hot aroma of a recently jacked off guy's crotch.
Redman hesitated for a second and then slipped his lips over
David's white cock, fiddling with his nuts the way Fred was
toying with Meth's. Meth, meanwhile, had moved from Fred's
nuts and took in all of Fred's cock, something he had never
envisioned himself doing, ever. The rappers were both
majorly turned on by their partner's musky odors, which
caused them to suck on their poles with increased vigor.
The four men were now engaged in two hot sixty-nines.
Fred's lips slipped up and down Meth's thick sausage while
the Wu-Tang Clan member's lips worked up and down the
singer's meaty pole. David worked his mouth around Redman's
fat prick while the famous rapper bobbed his head up and
down on the sexy drummer's cock. Even though they had just
come not twenty minutes ago, all four men were in no short
time poised to shoot wads again.
This was Method Man and Redman's first experience with
sucking cock, and they couldn't help but feel a slight
notion of guilt. After all, they knew this was wrong for
many reasons. Religious reasons aside, they knew David was
married and that Fred was a notorious player, and even
still, they themselves were fans of the ladies, and yet here
they were, sucking cock and having their own dicks sucked!
When they woke up that morning, neither man had any idea
that they'd be doing anything like this later that day.
This experience was undeniably pretty wild, and both men
were very surprised at not only finding the taste of male
feet hot, but they sorta liked the taste and feeling of cum
in their mouths, and sucking on their long poles was pretty
cool, too.
It was with these conflicting feelings that Meth and
Redman began to feel that very familiar feeling in their
crotches again. They sucked harder on their hosts' cocks as
the pressure built up in their loins. The increase in the
intensity of sucking the two white men's dicks caused them
to increase their sucking, in turn, which got the two
rappers hotter, and the cycle repeated until Meth and Redman
came at the same time. With a final thrust, the two hot
black rappers blasted their suck-partner's mouths with
delicious, creamy manjuice, nearly as forcefully as the
first time they had shot that evening. Shot after shot of
jizz landed in Fred and David's mouths as Meth and Redman
doled out another generous helping of their seed. The two
white men were able to swallow nearly all of it, a difficult
task given the girth and length of the two black cocks they
had been stimulating. All that they could not swallow
collected on the sides of their mouths, yet they continued
to suck on their bones in an effort to draw out every last
bit of cum from the rappers' pulsating cocks.
Fred and David followed up promptly with their
climaxes. The two hot rockers grunted and pumped their cum
into the waiting rappers' mouths. The rappers eagerly
swallowed all the two hot white dudes had to offer them, and
they delighted in the slightly nutty flavor of their
offering. The rappers managed to swallow all of their
thick, creamy loads, and did so with delight. They had
decided that second time around that cum was even better as
it shot out their hosts' irritated cockholes and into their
hungry mouths. They sucked deep and long on their bones,
extracting as much cum as possible before finally slipping
their lips off the slowly limping white penises.
The four men lay flushed and exhilarated on the bed,
totally spent. They spent much of the post-orgasm time
running their fingers across their partners' bodies.
Redman's fingers traced over David's chest and one pierced
nipple while David's fingers groped at Redman's limp penis.
Meth ran his hands underneath Fred's shirt, caressing his
hairy chest, while Fred ran his hands up and down Meth's
thighs. Black fingers traced across expanses of prime white
flesh. White hands ran up and down nicely chiseled black
bodies. No one said anything for twenty minutes, all that
they wanted to express was communicated through their
touching each other. In hardly any time at all, four pairs
of hands gravitated once more towards slowly growing cocks.
Fred was the one to break the silence this time. "Hey
Dave, you know what would be wicked right now?"
"What?"
"Getting raped by two hot black guys."
"I totally agree, dude. I'd love to feel a thick black
sausage tearing up my ass while I moan like a little white
bitch."
Method Man and Redman took this as their cue to jump
into action. Fred and David spread their legs wide open,
revealing their assholes to their guests. Method Man
lubricated Fred's hole by licking his index and middle and
inserting into his tight cavity. Redman did the same,
slicking two fingers and working them in and out of David's
hole. After the fingerfucking was done, both rappers
positioned their hard cocks against their hosts' assholes
and, on Meth's count, plunged them in simultaneously.
Fred and David moaned with a unique combination of pain
and pleasure as they felt the two thick fuckpoles enter
their asses. They cried out, as David said, like little
white bitches at the sensation of a cock moving in and out
of their rectums. The two rockers relaxed their anal
cavities at the same time the rappers pushed their cocks in.
Once they had gotten situated to the feeling, Fred and David
pushed out again in time with Meth and Redman slipping their
cocks out. This repeated until Method Man and Redman had
established a rhythm; in time, both white men worked their
muscles in time with the rappers' thrusting in and out of
their tight holes.
Anyone walking by the room at that moment would've
heard the sounds of four men, two moaning in agony and
ecstasy, and two gasping as they slid their rigid poles in
and out of their assholes. One could never have guessed
that all four men were big names on the popular music
charts, that two of them were famous rappers, and the other
two were members of equally famous rap-metal bands. Surely,
this would have been a sight to behold had anyone decided to
walk in on them just now. None of the men cared, however;
they were all too busy enjoying this wicked hot experience.
Method Man and Redman had pounded their fair share of
cunts in their lifetimes, but this was a completely
different experience. The sphincter muscles of the two men
grabbed their cocks, and when they pulled out, it was like
the sphincter was letting go. It was a unique sensation,
having their cocks seized by the tight muscles of the white
men's asses and then released as they pushed out. Their
cocks leaked precum for a third time that evening inside
Fred and David's asses. Meanwhile, Fred and David were rock
hard once more and leaking precum. They were both bound to
shoot without even having their cocks touched, but they
decided to maximize their pleasure and started fisting
themselves furiously in time with Meth and Redman's assault
on their assholes.
It was only a matter of time before all four men
started to cum again. Meth felt the tension in his privates
and began to thrust even faster, which caused Fred to jerk
himself off faster. He pounded Fred's warm, tight hole and
with one final glorious plunge forward, shot a volley of cum
inside Fred's ass. Fred moaned with pleasure at feeling his
insides fill up with hot, slimy ejaculation, and the very
notion of this hot black rapper pumping cum up his ass
caused Fred to spill his seed on himself. He orgasmed
shortly after, causing his seed to land on his already
stained t-shirt.
Redman was next to shoot. He grabbed onto David's hips
and poked his prostate muscle with his long black cock. His
nuts drew up tight beneath him as he came for the third time
that night, stuffing David's ass with his creamy, salty
offering. The feeling of being filled with hot man spunk
caused David to cum as well. His load shot more forcefully
than Fred's, landing on his chin and neck and dribbling out
onto his hand. David and Redman's orgasms simultaneously
subsided, and in a matter of seconds, they were spent.
Method Man and Redman collapsed on top of their hosts,
completely worn out. They stuck their tongues out and
lapped up Fred and David's jism from their chests. Both
their cocks still up their assholes, Meth and Redman stuck
their tongues in Fred and David's respective mouths. For
five minutes, the four men battled with their tongues, black
lips pressed against rosy red lips, swapping saliva that was
flavored with the cum and foot flavor of two men. The four
men broke their kiss when they heard a knock on the door.
Fred hastily got dressed and answered the door.
A handsomely dressed bellboy stood on the other side of
the door. He was roughly five-foot-ten with jet-black hair,
blue eyes, and a small goatee. He was dressed in the
R______ hotel attire, a black buttoned vest, a white
collared button-up shirt, and dark dress slacks and shoes.
He was holding a bottle of champagne in his hands.
"Compliments of the hotel, Mr. Durst."
Fred graciously accepted the bottle of Asti Spumanti.
"Thank you, Jorge," he said, squinting to read the
attractive bellhop's nametag.
"No problem, sir. By the way, I heard some unusual
noises, like screaming or moaning, coming from around this
area of the hallway. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine. Except there's one problem
that I need taken care of," Fred said, looking down to imply
his freshly stiffening cock.
The puzzled bellboy barely had time to figure out he
was talking about before he was dragged into the room.
"It's in the, uh, bedroom," winked Fred, escorting the
bellboy into the bedroom with the bottle of champagne. The
bellboy's jaw dropped at the sight of three naked men, all
of whom he could recognize, lying naked on the bed.
"Got a few minutes?" Fred asked the bellboy as he began
to unbutton his vest. "This problem could, uh, take
awhile."