Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2000 10:36:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Vashon Logwood <blaxmax20@excite.com>
Subject: The Mad Method of Durst 3 (celeb)

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are under 18 or 21 depending on where you are, you should wait a few years
(the stories will keep). And if it is illegal to view this material where
you are. Don't! Or Move. And this is a work of fiction which involves
celebrities. And no matter how much I wish it was true (its not). At least
iot not to my knowledge. I don't know anyone's sexual preference but myself
so basically said....this is a piece of fantasy writing. Now that don't
mean you can't get hard thinking about it. Enjoy and hit me up
email....blaxmax20@excite.com.

The Mad Method of Durst

Part 3

	The music blasted through the night. And LL Cool J knew that this
was a party to go down in celebrity. Beyond having a lot of top knotch
celebrities flying through, he also saw some action earlier that evening.
And felt some thanks to Eminem's mouth. LL smiled at the whole situation
and knew that this need to be something done on a regular basis. Fred Durst
sat by Method Man holding on to his side. There no use in hiding it now. He
had been fucked by Meth on a table in front of all these rappers. At first,
he felt humiliated about it but now he was getting use to calling Meth his
own. "Hey you want a drink," Fred asked Method touching his leg. "Naw, but
get yourself something...you hot ass slut," Meth shot jokingly at Fred.
Fred turned twelve shades red from the comment. He got up and headed
towards the bar to get him a drink. Red Man watched the whole exchange
between the two of them. He had gotten some of Fred during the fuck show
that was put on earlier. But he was jealous of the whole thing. Method Man
could feel the jealousy and hurt coming from Red Man's face. Meth didn't
know what to say or do. Red Man sat back and thought about why he cared so
much about Method Man. Damn, he smoked all his weed and half of yours. Hes
selfish as fuck sometimes. Then it hit him like a ton of brick. Red Man
remembered back to his birthday that Meth made so special.

	"Reggie, I got you something," Meth shouted into the phone. Red Man
waited for Method Man to come by the window. When he saw Meth's car pull up
he dashed to the door and opened. They met each other with a kiss. Tongues
were leaving trails of saliva in each others mouth. Red Man couldn't have
been more happier at that moment. Meth manage to break away and get into
the house. "Where's my birthday present," Pestered Red Man. The Method Man
pulled out a blunt and lit it. He thought that this was his present. So
they smoked and their bodies got lighter and lighter. And they were both
feeling horny as hell. Method Man took off his shirt and stood in front on
Red Man. Then he turned around so that Red Man could see his back. On his
back was a little tattoo that read METH AND RED 4 LIFE. Damn! Red's heart
began to beat like crazy. And that is when Method Man reached down and
picked Red off the floor. He carried him into the bedroom. Now their sexual
relationship had consisted of nothing more than making out and a few blow
jobs here and there. But after that night, Red opened his legs and gave
himself to Meth completely. When Method Man put his dick into him iturt but
it was a good hurt.After he let go, he was moaning and crawling up the
wall. Meth laughed at the sight of Red Man underneath him crying and
moaning. Red Man snapped back to the present and decided whatever they had
was done. And that they would be good friends for life. It was time for him
to move on. Maybe even find his own bitch.

	A table hidden in the back housed two limp bizkit members. They
were appalled at watching Fred get fed black dick. And after it, they
watched Fred lean over and hug on Method Man. The two guys were Wes Borland
and Sam Rivers. Sam acted all upset but he got a hard on when the fucking
was going on. Sam kept scratching his bald head while Wes watched the whole
table heavily. Wes thought to himself if Fred likes dick fine. He felt like
why them instead of the group. All those nights on the road and everyone
was hard up for some pussy or just a blow job. Maybe he could have opened
his legs for the group. "Revenge on the whole situation," Wes spoke to Sam
fixing his hair. "He could have caused Limp Bizkit some fans with that
stunt," Sam said trying to appear angry. But Sam hard cock betrayed the
whole thing. And he wondered what it would be like to have to get banged by
a group of black guys. The two didn't quite know how they would avenge the
whole situation. As they were about to give up the spotted singer/MTV Vjay
Tyrese at the bar getting sloshed. Wes turned to Sam and gave him the most
sinister smile.

	Carson Daly walked inot the room. He was decked out in suit pants
and a crazy colored shirt. The news of his marriage had shot through the
industry but that didn't bother anyone. People still got off on him even if
it was just their fantasies. Carson spotted Fred at the table with Method
Man and Red Man. So he went through the crowd and joined the table. Fred
gave him a handshake and so did Meth. Then his eyes bugged out when he saw
Fred's arm snake around Meth. He sat there stunned. But as noraml they talk
about the industry and tours that might be coming up. Red Man's heart
flipped over Carson. His dick did somersaults. He knew by the end of the
night he was going to fuck the shit out of Carson. Red Man pulled Meth to
the side and told him he wanted Carson. And after laying a guilt trip on
him Meth said he'd get Fred to help too. When Meth whisphered in Fred's ear
that Red Man got a crush on Carson. Fred sly grinned at Red Man and then at
Carson. Carson just sat there drinking a beer and vibing music. "Hey, I'm
tired of this place," Fred softly spoke. "Let's get out of here," Fred
stressed giving Meth and Red a look. They both smiled. "Hey you want to
come Carson," Fred asked him nonchalantly. " Well, I just got here," Carson
came back at the comment. "Come on," Fred pleaded. Carson finally left the
club with Fred, Method, and Red Man.

	Wes and Sam sat at the bar with Tyrese and listen to him talk about
his money problems and women problems. Then came a point in the
conversation Tyrese nearly fell out of the chair. "Time to go," said Wes as
he grabbed Tyrese under the arms and Sam followed his lead grabbing the
other. They walked him out to his car. Sam went into Tyrese pocket to
search for the keys. As he was feeling he ran across Tyrese dick and gave
it a squeeze. Sam had no real interest in fucking him he more wondered what
it would be like to get fucked by him. So they nounted him in the back
seat. And Wes joined him in the back. While sam got int the front to start
the car. Wes wasted no time. He took out his dick and rubbed it a few times
watching Tyrese lay in the seat.. Wes removed Tyrese pants and ripped his
tightie whities off.. Tyrese was naked bottom down. Wes spit into his hand
and applied it to Tyrese's asshole. Tyrese jerked a little but still didn't
know what was going on. Wes's 7 inch cock was definitely thick and would be
a challenge getting up Tyrese. His dick looked the same as Tyrese's 7
incher except his was more of a pinkish tan color. Wes put his cock head to
Tyrese's hold and slid in one inch at a time. Each inch caused Tyrese to
buck. Then When wes has it completely in. Wes began to pump his cock in and
out of Tyrese. Tyrese moaned involuntarily at the hitting of the prostate.
Sam nearly came when he heard Tyrese moan. Wes was fucking the shit out of
him. Wes would ram himself completely in then Sam would hear the loudest
smacking sound. Wes was spanking Tyrese's ass to calling him a bitch and
everything. Then Wes screamed as loud as he could when he let lose the cum
into Tyrese's ass. "We're here," Sam shouted driving into the alley.

	The alley was called "one Man's Alley" . It was a place where gay
men could come and hook up for some anonymous sex. And when they drove up,
guy were already there. Some were searching for something and others were
blowing each other or getting some ass. Tyrese was dragged out of the car
and tied to a pole. Tyrese still hadn't gained his consciousness yet. And
to finish the humiliation off, Wes grabbed some lip stick from one of the
drag queens standing around and wrote on Tyrese's asscheeks.....Fuck Me
Please. Sam and Wes snickered as they walked away and watched men start
swarming around Tyrese's tied up body.

Feedback appreciated: thinking of making a story about the adventure Tyrese
will have being tied up and of course i got eminem second story on its way
and will Red Man get some ......tune in next time for Mad Method of
Durst***