Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2010 01:26:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cool Kid <tookool4skool43@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dirty Teen Singer - Part 4

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real people, but they are treated as characters in this story. The text in no
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is not intended to suggest that the celebrities are straight, bisexual, or
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He grinned, his white teeth glinting. God this kid was beautiful.

Then the elevator door dinged.

This time I was the one to leap up in shock. Getting caught would not be good! A
loud voice rang down the hall.

"Yo! Where you at J-boy?"

JB's eyes grew big.

"Quick, get in the closet!"

Without a second thought I dashed across the room, wildly grabbing up my clothes
and threw myself in the closet. A moment later the light in the room clicked on.

"Baby boy, whatcha doin? Sleepin' on a night like tonight? You should be
paryin'!"

I heard JB start, then groan, as if he had just woken up from a restful sleep.

"Dude, I was sleeping."

The intruder let out a loud laugh. His words were a bit slurred and he sounded
pretty drunk.

"Not anymore you aint."

JB responded with annoyance in his voice, I could tell he was trying to get the
intruder out of his room as quick as possible.

"What do you want dude? I'm tired."

"Aw J-boy, you know what I want. I want you to make your sugar daddy happy.
Think you can help me out baby?"

The crack between the two doors glowed yellow and I slowly snuck forward to
press my eye against it. My mind was in a state of shock. But nonetheless I was
curious...who was this guy? This guy who had the passcode to JB's room, who
thought nothing of storming in on him asleep, who called himself JB's "sugar
daddy"? As I pressed my eye against the slit, the scene became more clear. JB
had managed to crawl under the covers and pulled them up to his chin, where he
now lay, bleary eyed and blinking, a convincing `just woke up look' on his face.
As I shifted my position, something came into my field of vision that I would
never have expected. There, all five-foot eleven-inches, stood Usher. Yep, you
heard me right, Usher. Pop sensation Usher. Mega-star R&B artist Usher.


There he stood, in black jeans and a black shirt, swaying back and forth. A
crooked smile crept across his face. He had obviously had too much to drink, but
there was a look in his eyes as he stared at JB that I couldn't understand. Like
a carnivore stalking his prey.


"It's late man," JB moaned "I'm tired!"

"This isn't a request! And what did I tell you to call me boy?"

JB looked up at Usher, as if waiting to hear that it was all a joke, but that
never came, so JB resigned himself to the inevitable.

"I'm sorry...daddy."

My mouth fell open. What the hell was going on here?! But I didn't have much
time to think as Usher began to slowly unbutton his shirt. As each button fell
open, more and more of his taughtly muscled physique came into view. His smooth
chocolate collarbones, his rounded pecks and deep brown nipples, his defined
abs. The shirt slipped off his back, revealing rippling shoulders and bulging
biceps, and fell to the floor. But Usher didn't stop there. His hands went to
his fly and began to unzip his pants. As his pants slipped off I began to see a
light treasure trail, strong v-shaped muscles, and then, with a final tug, a
huge tube flopped out of his jeans and smacked onto his thigh. My eyes grew as I
inspected his cock. What struck me first was the size, that thing was massive!
It hung lazily down swaying slowly. It was a very dark brown, almost pitch
black, except for a pink circumcision scar which stretched its way around the
girth, framing a deep red head.

"Now get on your knees and suck daddy's dick."

Suddenly it began to make sense. The appearance of JB, this young singer,
seemingly from out of nowhere. His speedy acceptance into the music community.
His meteoric rise to the top. And his lack of gag reflex too. Yes, Usher seemed
to have taken a liking to the kid, but not in the way the public had
assumed...no...it was much more personal.

I waited, holding my breath, to see what would happen next.

"Yes daddy."

And with that, it was decided. JB crawled slowly out of bed, his naked, milky
white body glowing in the bright room, and knelt down before Usher. One hand
reached out and grabbed Usher's low-hanging balls, while the other wrapped
around his shaft and began to squeeze. As I watched I could see the dark cock
starting to grow, first in length then in girth as well. Usher let out a
guttural moan.

"Oh yea, that's my J-boy. Now suck it you lil' slut."

As I watched I could swear I saw JB's eyes glance in my direction, a silent
apology. But little did he realize that this sight had made me extremely hard.
Even though I had only just cum, my dick was throbbing again, begging for
release.

Outside the closet another dick was begging for release, and JB was dutifully
complying. He held the throbbing monster, which was now sticking straight out
from Ushers body directly in front of his face, and gave it one last inspection.
Then, with a final gasp for air, like a swimmer taking his last breath, he dove
onto the throbbing pole. Inch after inch of dark chocolate shaft made its way
down JB's throat. Usher let out a load groan.

"Yea son! Take that dick, boy! Mmmmm...I miss this mouth when I'm gone too long."

JB sucked all but two or three inches into his throat, then quickly reversed
direction. As he pulled himself off the shaft, he left it wet and gleaming with
saliva. The veins on Usher's deep brown pole were highlighted and glistened
powerfully. JB pulled his head back so far that his lips only lightly kissed the
tip of the spongy red head, suctioned around the flared piss slit. Then just as
quickly, he went back to where he had come from, his lips stretching tighter and
tighter as he slid up the chocolate rod.


Justin's bobbing head continued to piston, the perfect blowjob, but his eyes
told another story. As he worked, his eyes would flit over to the closet in
which he knew I was hiding. He seemed to know that I was watching his
humiliation and his face grew progressively redder. I knew that he was
embarrassed, but there was something about his embarrassment that, despite what
I'd like to think, really turned me on. Here was JB, a self-confessed cock
lover, getting one of the biggest dicks I had ever seen. No matter how much his
eyes said "no!" I knew...as did Usher...that this was exactly what the little slut
needed.

The slurping noises grew louder, and Usher began to mumble to himself, growing
louder. I knew what was coming.

"Oh yea. Fuck yea. God damn! America thinks you're a good lil' singer, but if
they only knew what the fuck else you could do with that throat! You'd never
sing another fuckin' word. Pretty lil' mouth would be too stuffed with cocks to
make a sound."

Usher reached down, grabbed two fistfuls of JB's hair and began shoving his head
even further down his now grotesquely huge dick. The veins pulsed violently and
the whole beast leapt with each of Usher's heartbeats, smacking noisily against
the roof of JB's mouth. Biceps flexing, Usher pushed JBs head further and
further down on his cock until JB's lips were buried in his short curly pubic
hair. JB gagged violently and his eyes began to water. But Usher didn't stop for
a moment, if anything the tears that were now streaming down JB's face only
encouraged him and he picked up speed, skullfucking the boy like I'd never seen.
I began to feel sorry for JB, until my eyes drifted downward and landed on his
penis. His dick was rock hard, all pale five uncut inches of it pointing
straight out, dripping a pearly strand of precum from the tip to the floor. The
little slut was getting off on this!

Usher picked up even more speed, thrusting so hard his muscled buttocks became a
blur. His cock driving in and out of JB's mouth at speeds I would have never
thought possible.

"Aaaaaa...yea J-boy. You ready for daddy's cum? You want this fuckin' sexy nigga's
jizz all down in pretty lil' mouth of yours? Coatin' that million-dollar throat?
Well here it comes ya' lil' slut!"

With that Usher pulled JB's head all the way down his cock and held it there.
JB's nose was buried in his wiry pubes, his chin shoved into his now tightening
ball sack. Usher's whole body began to flex, beads of sweat rolling down his
neck, chest and abs. He let out an animal yell. His hips bucked and JB began
gagging even harder now. I could only imagine the flood of cum that was rushing
into JB's mouth, as I watched his barely visible Adam's apple bob up and down as
he attempted to swallow it all down.


"Look at daddy while you eat his baby-juice boy!"

JB looked up at Usher, his wet eyes wide. But he must have lost his rhythm
swallowing because he suddenly gagged harder and a stream of while liquid
dripped out his nose.


Usher shivered and JB gulped down the rest of the cum.

"Damn J-boy, lemme tell you, THIS...is one less lonely dick!"

Usher burst out in laughter over his terrible joke. He released his death-grip
on JB's hair and JB slowly pulled himself off of Usher's already deflating,
slimy dick. JB wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and began to stand up
but Usher stopped him.

"No, no J-boy. You know the drill."

Reluctantly JB knelt back down, stuck out his tongue, and began to slowly clean
the jizz and phlegm off the slippery, floppy cock. He used his soft pink tongue
to lick up all he could, guiding the muck to the dangling tip then scooping in
off into his ever-hungry mouth. When his dick was sufficiently cleaned, Usher
reached down for his jeans and pulled them quickly over himself. He grabbed his
shirt and threw it over his shoulder.

"Thanks J-boy."

And with that he left the room. Leaving JB kneeling on the floor sweaty, face
flushed, and pale cock still hard as a nail.

I heard the door slam, then hesitantly stepped out of the closet. JB's head
flicked in my direction, almost as if he had forgotten that I was there.

"I'm sorry you had to see that...I don't usually..."

"Don't worry dude, I thought it was fucking hot!"

"...really? You didn't think it was weird?"

"No way dude, that was crazy awesome!"

A mischievous smile slowly crept across JB's face. He wiped a bit of stray cum
from his chin and licked it up. He looked up at me and slowly bit his pillowy
lower lip.

"Well if you thought that was hot...there's a lot more where that came from."

He slowly stood, glancing down at my throbbing cock, grinning and licking his
lips.

"And I can tell you want it...so, you got a car?"