Date: Fri, 6 Apr 2012 23:52:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jay Cee <gaymalesex_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fortune

This story is total fiction. The characters used are either recording
artists, models, or actors/actress, if being gay is total fiction.

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Through all the Congratulations, Chris Brown finally made his way past the
crowd of fellow Celebrities/Fans backstage with his precious Grammy, but
that wasn't all awaited for him. He was stopped before walking into his
Dressing Room by Manager with a pull to his sleeve.


Manager: Wait! Hold on there Son!

Chris: Oh yeah man!  (gives him a big hug) Thanks for everything man! I
love you!

Manager: I know, I love you too man! We did it, but hold on, before you go
in, I got something else to tell you.

Chris: Whats up mane?

Manager: (Hesitates) Hold on. (runs away)


Chris looked at him crazy, and just walked in to where he got his first
surprise. Hotrod, his hot Boyfriend on the low that does porn that's laying
on his half squared couch, legs open with a large bowe and a present over
his pelvis. Chris Locks the door behind him immediately and looks back at
him.


Chris: Well... (choked up in his lust; walks towards him) What do we have
here..

Hotrod: Your Grammy present, baby. Come and unwrap it.

Chris: (comes to him; kiss him on the lips passionately; undo the bowe) You
know, I could wait until later to do so.

Hotrod: (Quickly) No!  (his large 10inch cock is revieled; bounces it up
and down) It would get cold.


While they kissed as Hotrod got his dick jerked and undoing his pants,
Chris openned his eyes and kept looking over towards the wall as if
somebody was there. Chris raised up and looked with his dick lingering out
his dress pants, nervously.


Chris: WHO THERE!?  (No answer) Fuck was you looking at Babe.. (leaning
back for another kissing session)


Hotrod didn't answer after breaking the kiss, running his fingers down
Chris' already sweaty body to the base of Chris' cock, taking his sagging
semi-hard cock in for some wet oral sex. Chris threw his head back.


Chris: Fuck....


He looked down at Hotrod's unattended dick in starvation. He immediately
pulled his vest off, tossing it behind him, bent down, taking his pants off
along with his shoes, and leaned down enough to expose his tightening pink
hole to whatever is behind him with Hotrod to initiate while smacking those
fat rounded cheeks, and licking his fingers every time he aimed towards the
hole, and dig deep into it.  Chris moaned to the feel but rose up to get
his dick sucked again but now able to slowly collaps over Hotrod enough to
lean and go down on him, too.

As good as a 69 was to Hotrod, he decided to speed things up a little. He
pushed Chris further then expected and he ended up laying on his neck and
the right side of his face looking at the door with his arse up in the air
like an open target waiting for a missile.


Chris: Ohh I see. You ready for that ass, ain't you?

Hotrod: (smacks his ass with strength) Shut the fuck up!

Chris: (moans) Ooohh I like that.


Chris then saw the empty magnum fly beside him onto the floor, Hotrod's
hand over the open side of his face as the penetration began. 4.5 inches in
and Chris was whining like a bitch.


Hotrod: (through his teeth; puts pressure on hand) Shut the fuck up! Only
half way in bitch (thrusts) Take this dick!


Chris kept his moaning to a limit. Hotrod licked both his middle and index
fingers and shoved themin Chris' hungry mouth as he tore his rectum to
pieces. Chris turned on his side. Hotrod lifted his leg to show Chris what
he's doing to him.


Chris: Yeah man!  Uhhhh! Fuck! Fuck my pretty cunt! Yeah! Stuff my pretty
cunt! Uhhhh!


For tease, Hotrod pulled out and started long stroking. Chris couldn't
handle it and for more tightness, Hotrod closed Chris' legs and start
fucking him even harder. He leaned over to Chris' face and made out with
the R&B singer.

With both their eyes closed, lost in the sex, Chris heard somebody's ass
get smack and it wasn't his and Hotrod moaned into Chris' mouth. Hotrod
broke the kiss.


Chris: What was that baby?

Hotrod: This.


Hotrod pulled out of Chris and told him to sit in the center of the half
square couch with both his ankles behind his ears.


Hotrod: Fuck a birthday cake. I'mma get me more of that Grammy cake right
here. (smacks his ass) Solid gold ass here man.


Hotrod wasted no more time and put it back to work. Chris let his legs sit
against each of Hotrod's shoulders as he held onto the sofa behind him
taking all 9inchs.


Chris: Daaaammmmmmmmnnnnnnn mannn! Uh! Fuck my ass!


Chris couldn't deal with his aching dick but as soon as he started stroking
Hotrod already pulled out. With a "pop" sound, he whipped the condom off,
and squirted all over the R&B singer's $22 million face. Cream shot from
the top of the skull down to Chris' juicy pink lips. Hotrod hopped on top
of him and thrust in and out of those cushion like lips. When finished he
pulled out. Chris lapped his tongue down the dick to Hotrod's balls. Suck
the man juices out of his pelvis.

After Chris took one of Hotrod's balls out of his mouth, Hotrod lowered
himself over Chris' dick and aimed it straight into his ass, taking 8inched
of him slowly before riding that freeway. His ass bounced on that sofa to a
rhythm that took Chris a long time to get use to.


Hotrod: (moans) Yeah.  Get some of this hot raw ass.


Chris smacked it as they continued to fuck. Chris was getting close, and
closer, and closer, and exploads in the booty cheeks of Hotrod. Loud
grunts, long high thrusts, asses squeezing. All came out in foam as Hotrod
decided to keep a flowing while Chris caught a breather, but Chris opened
his eyes to a big surprised.

Recuperating, Chris opened his eyes in shock as he sees a long cut piece of
dick lay in his face with a camera above it.



Guy: Say "Please"!

Chris: HUH! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?


Chris was so shocked he pushed Hotrod right off of him onto the floor in
front of him. He stood up to see to very hung and good looking guys with
cameras saying "Hello" and laughing to the now confused Chris.


Chris: WHAT THE FUCK GOING ON!? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS!? GUARDS!!


Chris looked towards the door but now to the exit to see Hotrod running
with not only his own cloths but with Chris' cloths also with another guy
next to him who's fully clothed.  Chris runs to them but one of the guys
blocked him as he stroked himself to the bare naked, sweaty, cum cover R&B
singer.


Chris: (upset; silently) Yo what the fuck is going on man? Who are you
guys?

Guy in front of him: Well. I'm King Dingo and that guy standing over there
that had his dick in your face is --

Chris: Phat Daddy?

King: Oh, so you know us?

Chris: Now I do.  (pushes him) The fuck you want from me?

Phat: (Grips his booty) That wet bed you promised us.

Chris: (smacks his hand) Fuck you mean?

King: Oh your Manager didn't tell you?

Phat: Damn. He really is a bad manager.

Chris: Fuck you mean?  He's the reason why I am who I am today. He's the
reason (grabs it) why I got this Grammy!

Phat: and he's the reason why we're here today. He made a deal with us the
other day playing poker and if he's such a good manager, then why he put
you up for bet saying you wouldn't win this Grammy huh?

King: Yeah. He said the odds were against you and even you knew you
wouldn't win. So he bet your ass to us.

Phat: (grabs Chris' chin; in a deep persuasive sexy tone) We had hope for
you. We knew you would win this Grammy. So we bet you would, and if you
did, we'd get that wet bed you were talking about on your album, but if you
didn't, we'd pay him how much your net worth is. (looks to King Dingo)
Would've been a lot of porn right?  (chuckles)

King: (chuckles with him) Would've been a lot of porn but now, we don't
have to worry. We crossed paths with your "boyfriend" after the bet, while
he was screwing his friend London D over there that helped us record your
whole scene. Couldn't even stop sucking me while we were filming
man. Almost blew our cover.

Phat: (shakes his head) Oh yeah, and if you don't pull through, we'll put
your sex tape on the internet.

King: and (mock's Chris' "Deuces") "Say bye-bye" to your fan base, the
respect from others, and all to come.


Chris was lost and confused. All was happening too fast. Had no time to
think as Phat Daddy and King Dingo packed their cameras up, ready to
go. They looked over to Chris who stood in the same spot for a while lost
in translations. Both grew impatient.


King: Have it your way man.


They both headed out until Phat Daddy felt Chris' hand on his shoulder. He
turned around to Chris Brown all over him. With his tongue down his throat,
and arm around his neck, Phat Daddy picked Chris up by his legs and made
their way out like a married couple to the car.


King: (laughs) Always putting your heart into shit.


Phat Daddy didn't care `cause before he knew it he was tossing the covers
from King's bed, shoving Chris Brown down into the mattress, climbing over
him for another long sweet kiss while King freshened up in the bathroom for
an unpredictable 3-way.


Phat: Damn I waited so long for this.

Chris: (laughed) Never had an R&B singer before?

Phat: Not a famous one.


They looked into each other's eyes and kissed. Chris mind raced back to
when they were in the car.  When he started tearing up, upset about the
whole situation, trying to hide it too, Phat Daddy knew how he felt, and
leaned in for a long affectionate hug.  Chris broke the kiss and leaned
straight forward to swallow Phat's whole semi hard cock down his wet
throat. Phat held his head and thrust in and out slowly and collapsed of
Chris' face and started face fucking him. The bed was shaking and the head
boards started knocking. King walked out of the bathroom.


King: Damn, started fucking without me?


King saw Phat all over Chris' chest, knowing Chris was deep into Phat's
pelvis having all 11.5 inches down to his throat, King decided to do
something nice for Chris. He walked towards the bed, climbed over Chris,
grabbed his dick, and shoved it into his mouth. Chris' toes curled while he
moaned on Phat's dick and both his knees rose as if he was going into
missionary. King turned sat on his side and started playing with himself
inside of his draws.


After a while, Phat took his dick out of Chris' throat when he started
choking, gasping for air.  After Chris' head went from red back to normal,
Phat grabbed the head boards and sat his boy cunt over Chris' face, making
him eat him out. King at the same time took Chris' dick out his mouth,
stuck his long finer into his mouth, and carved it into Chris' ass causing
him to moan even more which made Phat vibrate from the moaning.


Phat: Shit man.  (moans) Fuck.


Phat got off of Chris' face and got off the bed while King continued to
finger Chris. Chris turned over, moaning obsessively as he grabbed the
pillows under him for life and as soon as King was about to get a mouth
full of ass, Phat disrupts him.


Phat: Yo bro. Get the hand cuffs for me man.

King: Shit man.


King ran to get the handcuffs from the other side of the house where his
room is. Chris started getting scared and held onto the pilled until he
felt something moist, something wet, something long snake up the crack of
his ass.


Phat: (spits in his ass) Just how I like my ass. Nice (kisses it), hairless
(kisses it again), and tender.

That's when Phat moved his tongue so deep into of Chris, slowly with so
much tease that Chris hit the highest note in his life. He curled to get
away but Phat wasn't having that.  He held onto those Grammy cakes and ate
got himself a nice dessert.

With his Grammy Award Winning album F.A.M.E. now playing in the background,
Chris starred at the Grammy on the dresser in front of him while he felt
each of his hands being handcuffed to a bar in the headboards and only his
legs being free.

Phat stopped eating his ass and stood up while his brother poor lube all
over his hands. Phat put some on his dick and the rest on Chris' edible
looking ass.


Phat: Can't believe I ate that ass dude. Taste like candy. (smacks it as it
giggles)

King: Oh really? Well so will my dick.


King poured a different type of lube on his piece. The edible cherry
flavored lube. Chris watched him as Phat Daddy told him to get on his knees
and arch that ass. After doing so, he felt Phat's long 11.5 inches work its
way inside of him.


Chris: Mmmmmhhh..  Mmmmmm

Phat: Damn.

Chris: (wines) Ooooohhhh... Uhhh.


Phat finally got inside and started thrusting away at the hips. Chris
moaned silently to the feel of thrust and a snake crawling inside of him he
started throwing it back. King sat in front of Chris with his dick sticking
straight up Chris immediately thrown his head down on it. King threw his
head back as he comfortable for a while.  Phat was thrusting so hard, Chris
laid his body down for comfort and Phat started laying it on him. Chris
arched his ass back up for more sensations.

Going at it for an hour, and King couldn't hold it anymore. He pulled out
of Chris' mouth, stood up and nutted all over Chris' face and the sheets
that were starting to get damped. It was so much nutt it coated Chris'
face, and they weren't even done yet.

Phat still had his prick up Chris. Since King got off the bed, there's less
weight, and the bed was shaking even more and Phat wanted more. He grabbed
Chris, leaned him on his side in front of him and fucked him even
harder. He pulled Chris' leg up and got even more deeper, and deeper. So
deep he kept punching the most tender spot in Chris' ass that had him going
bizerk!


Chris: Uhhhh!  Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Keep going!

Phat: Yeah! That's your spot isn't it?

Chris! Uhh!

Phat: Go ahead. Bust it!


It was nothing but a word to Chris. His eyes rolled back, his ass muscles
tightened, his toes curled, and spurs of cum landed on the bed sheets. Phat
continued to mangle that tightened ass until -


Phat: Oh fuck! Uhh!


Phat pilled out and jerked his meat until cum was flying everywhere. He
then put it back inside Chris and fucked him a little more until he was
short out of breath. He pulled out and lied next to him. Chris thought he
had a break until he felt King grab him by both ankles and hauled him back
into doggy style position. It's different this time `cause Chris is taking
12.5 inches this time., but he thought "Hey. If I got down my throat, and
took 11.5, he wouldn't be different."  It was hella different since King's
dick is fatter then his brother Phat Daddy's dick. Phat Daddy watched as
King spared no time to wreck Chris' booty cakes. He even turned around
while still side of Chris and fucked him while doing a handstand. Phat
stroked himself as he got hot again from here Chris' sexy toned voice.


Phat: Damn baby. Now I see why you sing so good.


King went back to the regular doggy style but Chris laid on his chest again
and King was all over him. Phat started rolling fat blunts. By the time he
rolled the third one up Chris already came twice and King was spurring
inside of Chris a good 2 times. As soon as he lit his, King reach his
climax and this time decided to pull out.


King: Uhhh uhhh!!


Shot after shot all over Chris' ass cheeks now icing the outside of those
hunny buns. The bed was now squeaking, dented, wrecked, and soaking
wet. King released him from the handcuffs after recovering and Chris lied
his head on the pillows while watching Phat smoking one.


Chris: (chuckles) Shit.  Can I get an L my nigga?

Phat: (blows) You smoke?

Chris: Hell yeah.  Pass me one.


Phat Daddy lit one and passed it to Chris. Chris sat up and smoked with
Phat Daddy and King Dingo and they all smoked for a little bit, chilled for
a bit, fooled around. Chris started making out with Phat Daddy again but
stopped,, looked to King Dingo, and filled him in for what he's been
missing. King was impressed. Now Chris wanted something else in return.


Chris: Let's see y'all kiss?

King: What? Nigga you done lost your mi-


And that's when Phat Daddy just laid one of King Dingo. It took a minute
but King broke out of it.


King: That was good..  but umm.... We ain't doing that shit no more. Hell
fucking naw.

Phat: Fine by me.  (smooches with Chris)

Chris: That was so hot though. Would love to see that in y'all DVDs.

King (gets a phone call): You outside? Alright. I'll let you in. (hangs up)
I'll be back.


Chris looked to Phat and he was just as puzzled. Then in walked London
D. smooching all over King.  He didn't give a fuck anymore. He had some
good sex, smoking a loud, having a good convo, wasn't letting it fuck his
night up, but it started for London when he seen him.


London: Fuck you still doing here?

Chris: Don't worry about it.

Phat: yeah. Don't worry about it.


That's when Chris and Phat Daddy started kissing again. It looks like
London wanted to be the first between Phat Daddy and King Dingo.


King: Shit idk about y'all but this nigga horny as hell. (strokes himself)

Phat: (chuckles to Chris) Aight aight bro. We leaving.

Chris: (while passing London) Still taking my leftovers?


That sent London off the wall and he started going off while both Phat and
King broke them apart before fighting. To shut him up, King started tearing
London's cloths off his back. Phat Daddy and Chris watched as London was
stripped naked before them, shoved on the bed like Phat Daddy did Chris and
slammed the door in their face.


King: Goodnight!


Phat Daddy and Chris just walked to Phat's bedroom. First thing they did
was find the ash tray and they chilled in Phat's bed. Chris got
comfortable, but so comfortable his vibe started to change and Phat noticed
while Chris lied in his bed and he sat on the edge of it.


Phat: So how do you feel about all that's happened?

Chris: Honestly I can't believe it. It's just overwhelming, you know? So
much to suck in.

Phat: How about this?  (stands up; dick aimed at Chris) This too much to
suck in.

Chris: (blows smoke; chuckles) We'll see.


Chris started sucking him off again for a while until Chris stopped and
Phat Daddy let himself in the bed as they smooched away. Chris then climbed
above Phat Daddy while kissing him.


Phat: (laughs) Whatchu doin baby? (grips Chris ass cheeks)

Chris: (grabs one of Phat Daddy's fitted hates) `Bout to show you how I Cat
Daddy, Daddy.


Phat Daddy laughed as Chris inserted his chunky chico stick back inside of
him and started riding him smoothly. Phat Daddy rose both knees and started
going at the rhythm Chris is going jointing a sex that has so much Fortune,
making solid gold love.



iiiEnd!!!


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