Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2009 22:54:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jay Johndon <laidbackhomes@yahoo.com>
Subject: Omarion's Song Part 1

Disclaimer: The following story is completely fictional. It is not intended
to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or
any personal knowledge about their private lives.


Hopefully this meeting will be more successful than the previous ones. My
name is Jerome, but at the meeting today they know me as simply Rome. You
see, I'm a songwriter here in Atlanta and my songwriting team has a meeting
with a major production company. The name of my team is Blackout. We've
been writing songs for a couple years now, but we haven't received any
placements. "Placements" mean just what it says: placements on an artist's
album.

I admit, during the initial months of my team we were not that good. But
two years have passed and practice really does make perfect. Our songs are
amazing now. I never actually thought I was capable of creating genuinely
good music. But with perseverance and time, I have turned into a real
songwriter... now all I need is placements. I never realized how hard it
would be to get where I need to be in my career. I always thought that if I
make a hot song, I could get the money fast... but it turns out that a lot
of `songwriters' are making hot songs. I'm not going to let that stop me
because I've already decided that this was going to be the career that I
chose.

I'm a 20 years old recently unemployed college student. Musically I am a
songwriter, pianist, guitarist, singer, engineer and vocal arranger. I'm
learning to be a producer but my lack of rhythm prevents me from making hot
drum patterns. I have a small studio in the house that my parents left me
when they moved to Florida for retirement and that's where my team and I
record our `hits.'

I'm dressed in my gray business suit, white shirt, silk
blue-and-black-checkered tie and black shoes. I removed my earrings,
brushed my hair, smiled in the mirror once, grabbed my car keys and left my
house. I like to look professional when I am trying to conduct business. I
am the CEO of Blackout so I try to represent myself accordingly.



	"So how long have yall been writing songs?" said the main producer.

	"We've been a team for about two years," said Mark, one of my
teammates.

	"You guys sound good for only two years, who is singing on you
guy's songs?"

	"Three of us sing so it depends on which song you are talking
about," I said.

	"Damn, have yall thought about forming a group?"

	"Haha, naw it would be cool, but that's not really our goal," said
Joe, another member.

	"Ok, well this is what I'm going to do for you guys. Since I did
not produce these tracks, I can't help you get placements because
business-wise that would not be smart. But I will give you guys a CD of 10
empty tracks. I'll give you a week and bring me back at least one song
written and recorded and if your skills are as consistent as they are on
this CD, then I might be able to help give one of yall a publishing deal to
represent yall's team. It was good meeting you guys."

The meeting was somewhat successful. We've heard everything he said before
and nothing as transpired as a result, but maybe this could be the guy that
can make things happen.



	Two weeks passed by and we sent the producer the track 9 days
ago. We are still waiting on a response from him. It's odd that the
producer hasn't immediately responded saying whether he liked or didn't
like what we did. Luckily we got it copyrighted, so we're protected no
matter what happens. Suddenly my phone vibrates and I realize I got a new
email. It was the producer!



"Hey Rome,

	We really liked what you guys did with the track. Extremely
impressed! There's some good news that has come out of it. Give me call as
soon as you can. 678-555-5555"



I immediately text Mark and tell him about the email and he excitedly tells
me to call him now. I realize I can't do it until classes are over which
sucks because they don't end until 6:00 and its only 4:00! So I decide to
skip my last class and call the guy back. It's business!



"Hello?" the producer answers

"What's going on man, this is Rome."

"Rome! How's it going man."?

"Hopefully you can tell me!"

"Haha, yeah. So look, I loved yall's song the moment I heard it and was
thinking what I could do with it. How do you feel about Omarion?"

"Not a fan, why you ask?"

"Haha, well his people called me looking for a nice R&B/Pop style song for
his next album and I immediately thought of this song."

"I think I could learn to be a fan..."

"I sent them the song and they responded this morning saying Omarion
himself wants to record it tomorrow at Doppler studios."

	"Really??"

	"Yes, who is singing on the demo?"

	"That's me."

	"Well I need you to be at the studio tomorrow to help coach Omarion
on exactly how you recorded it because you did a perfect job my dude."

	"Man this is crazy, you already know I'm down. So what time do we
need to be there?"

	"I only need two of yall to come. Is 4:00 cool?"

	"I mean, I have class."

	"This is definitely worth playing hooky."

	"Aight, I'm there."

	"I'll text you the directions and instructions about getting in."

	"Aight man, and thanks."

	"Keeping making hits."



	I sent out a text to the team saying: EMERGENCY MEETING AT MY HOUSE
7:00 SHARP!!

	At the meeting I explained what the call was about and after we all
calmed down, it was decided that Mark and I would attend the studio
session. Mark was the only one that was not in college so it made sense.



	We pulled up in Doppler studio's parking lot on Friday evening 3:45
and nervously began walking toward the door. We pressed the button to ring
the receptionist, I told her our names and the door opened up. She smiled
and guided us to our desired studio room. In there was the producer I
talked to and two other guys, one obviously being the engineer.

	"Sup guys, you ready to get to work?"

	"You already know man," I said.

	"Now which one is Rome?"

	"That's me," I said as I gently put up two and a half fingers.

	"Aight Mr. Vocalist, Omarion should be coming soon. What's your
name?" He said toward Mark.

	"I'm Mark," he said extending his hand for greeting.



	We had small talk for about 30 minutes and in walked Omarion
wearing a V-neck t-shirt, fit blue jeans and shades. The producer got up
said, "The superstar arrives!"

	"Haha, sorry I'm late T, I can't get used to ATL traffic."

	"I feel you. Look these are the songwriters, that's Rome who is
also the singer you heard and that's Mark his co-writer."

	Omarion came over to us and gave us a handshake. "Sup fellas,
that's a good song yall wrote. Thanks for letting me record."

	"No problem man, I'm excited to hear the result." I said.

	Omarion turned to T, the producer, and said, "Yo you said he was
the one singing?" T nodded and Omarion continued, "Well I want to keep some
of his background vocals on the song. It'll give it a nice soft tone in
contrast to mine I think."

	"It's up to this guy," T said pointing to me.

	"So what do you say?" Omarion asked me smiling.

	"Yeah that's cool." I said trying to act as if this was normal.



Eight hours went by and we only halfway through the song. T asked Omarion
if he wanted to finish it another day, but Omarion was persistent about
finishing it today due to other schedule conflicts. This guy was a true
perfectionist, and he's actually not a bad singer either. He's not as
studio-compressed as I thought. Mark had to leave around 10:00 to pick up
his girl and everyone else left too except for Omarion, T, the engineer and
me. I was tired and now had no ride home. My parts were done, Omarion was
just perfecting his parts which is understandable because it took a good
two days for me to record just the demo.

	It was 1:14 in the morning and T had to leave. Omarion offered to
take me home because we were almost done. We just had to add a creative
intro and outro to send the song off for mixing. The song was officially
finished at 2:23. Omarion was almost hoarse and I was almost sleep. We
packed our stuff up and started walking out. Omarion had rented a grey
Range Rover that just smelt of money.

	"Aight, tell me where to go man."

	"Bust this left and make a right on the highway until you get to
Exit 2"

	"Aight."

	The first five minutes were silent. I was scared as shit to talk. I
mean, this guy is an international superstar and he was driving me home
after recording a song that I wrote!

	"So how long have you been writing and singing?" He asked me.

	"Singing since I was kid, started writing songs in high school. I
formed a songwriting team two years when I first got in college."

	"Smart guy, what year are you?"

	"Sophomore, I'm 20 years old." I said smiling

	"Man why are you in college when you have all of these great
musical talents? You really should be an artist."

	"Haha, yeah that's easy for you to say Mr. Superstar... but in the
real world it's harder than you think. Plus I'm a pretty private person. I
like to be alone sometimes and just write stories, poetry and of course
songs."

	"I can understand that, and trust me I know how hard it
is. Actually getting the record deal was the easiest for me. Keeping up the
industry is the hard part. My last album didn't do as good as I wanted it
to. It seems like the harder I work and the better I get, the less my album
sells."

	"Yeah I realize that happens with a lot of artists. Even Usher
suffered that fate."

	"Nobody is safe, except maybe Jay-Z." he laughed.

	"Yeah I think its much easier just supplying the songs and have
yall do all the hard work." I joked.

	"I guess that's why you're in college. Smart!"

	"Yo turn left up here and my house is on the left."

	"You live with you parents?"

	"Naw, they moved to Florida so I guess you can say I'm
house-sitting until it sells, then I'll get an apartment or something."

	"Cool sounds like a plan."

	"That's me right there," I said pointing to a brick house on a
hill.

	He drives up the hill and said, "Aye you mind if I crash here
tonight? I'm too tired to drive."

	"Yeah no problem man." Again, trying to act like this is normal



	We entered the dark house and I turned off the alarm system.

	"You want something to drink man?" I asked.

	"Got any goose?" he joked while smiling.

	"Haha, naw but I got some Ciroc, Absolute or Bacardi 151."

	"What you know about all that young'n?" he joked.

	"More than you know." I said smiling my cool smile.

	"Mind if I make myself a drink?"

	"Be my guest. Cups are over there... I'm bout to go upstairs real
quick."

	"Aight dude."



	When I came down, Omarion had prepared to two cups of mixed drink
with two shots.

	"Yo I found some Patron, you cool with that?"

	"Drink away superstar."

	"I made you one too! Let's take a shot for a finished song and then
chill drink for a little. This'll be the only break I'll get in about two
weeks."

	"Uuhhh... aight. How many times will I get to drink wit a celeb."

	"Plenty more if you keep writing!"

	We took our shot of Patron and then chased it with more alcohol,
haha.



	"You let me hear some more of your music." Omarion said. I love
showcasing my music so I lead him downstairs to my `music room'.

	"You play the keys?" He asked noticing my Fantom.

	"And the guitar," I said pointing to it.

	"I don't believe you, let me hear something!"

	I started playing the piano and then the guitar and Omarion just
stood there and smiled, "Man I wish I had talent like that."

	"Yeah I wish I could dance!"

	"You can't??"

	"I was the laughingstock of my high school prom," I joked.

	"Haha, I'm gonna teach you how to dance," he said, already a little
tipsy as he mocked danced.

	"Haha, naw I'm good dude. Some people just weren't born to dance."

	"Aight whatever, well let me hear your stuff now!"

	I sat down at my computer and played him some songs.



	"Dude you are great! I'm gonna introduce you to some people I know
to get you more placements!" he said

	"That would be too cool my nigga."

	"Yeah it would, it would." He said as he starting singing one of
the songs I played.



	It was about 3:45 and O and me were just chilling and talking. We
both lost our buzz a little so we began to get sleepy.

	"Aight dude, well I'm about to take a shower and go to sleep. You
can sleep in the other room if you want. There's a pull out couch. Or
there's a guest room upstairs next to my room. If you want to shower,
there's a bathroom down here. " I said.

	"Got any extra under clothes?"

	"Yeah I'll get you some."

	"Aight man, that's cool." He said smiling.



	I grabbed an unworn boxer-briefs and black wife-beater then walked
downstairs to find him already in the shower. I placed it next to the
closed door and went upstairs and took my shower. I took a pretty long
shower this time, trying to grasp everything that has happened today. Not
only did Omarion record one of our songs and want me to sing background,
but he also took me home and is spending the night. Crazy day!

	I got out the shower and partially dried off. I walked towards my
room to find Omarion looking at stuff in my room. He turned to me and said,
"Boxer-briefs?"

	"Yeah man, that's the grown man underwear." I said smiling as I
walked to my mirror.

	"This my first time wearing them, mad comfortable man."

	"I know," I said as I put my underwear on under my towel so now to
show anything.

	"They look sexy as shit on me too," he said modeling in the mirror.

	"You must still be tipsy," I joked as I lotioned up.

	"Haha, got jokes. Aye lemme get some lotion bruh." I squirted on
more shot into my hand and passed him the bottle. As I was lotioning my
arms, I felt a cold wet feeling on my mid-back. I looked in the mirror and
saw Omarion smiling, "You missed a spot dude."

	"Uh, thanks...I guess." I said as he finished rubbing it on my
back. Then I turned around looked at him, who was a few inches shorter than
me. He put his hands on my side and started gently caressing me.

	"Aye man, what are you doing?" I said, confused but mentally unable
to move away.

	"I'm interested, but if I'm offending you then I'll stop." He said
licking his lips.

	"So you're telling me you're bisexual?"

	"What makes you think that?"

	"Because you're caressing me and telling me you're interested."

	"Haha, college boy. Well yeah, but I'm probably more gay than bi."

	"And you are comfortable with admitting that?" I said backing away.

	"Man I'm 24, I might as well be real with you as well as myself."

	"Why you telling me this?"

	"Are you telling me that you're gonna expose me or something?"

	"Naw, of course not dude! I just... I don't know... this is just
weird." Then he came closer to me and placed his hand on my chest and used
his thumb to play with my nipple. I closed my eyes and looked upwards
letting out a sensational sigh.

	"So... are you interested?"

	"I mean, maybe. But I'm not sure if I am because you're a guy, or
because you're Omarion."

	"You're not attracted to dudes?"

	"I didn't think I was, but bruthaman below is saying something
different." I said with a small grin.

	"Yo I find you so attractive, ever since I first saw you in the
studio. Then when I found you was the writer/singer made me crushing for
you."

	"Haha, really?"

	"Real talk my dude, after I realized ya boy had to leave and you
needed T to take you home, I took longer recording the song so I could take
you instead."

	"Oh so you been plotting to get with me," I said smiling.

	"Yeah I was nervous as hell talking to you, that's why I needed
some alcohol."

	"I was nervous talking to you too!"

	"But I guess for different reasons." He said looking down. I walked
up closer to him, lifted his head up and gave him a long deep kiss, "I'm
interested." He smiled and kissed me back, this time longer as he inserted
his tongue. After we stopped I said, "So what's up now... you're the expert
at this," I said smiling.

	He smiled his million-dollar smile and said, "Get on your bed and
lay down." I did what I was told and laid down wearing only my
boxer-briefs. He then crawled on the bed on top of me and started kissing
my neck. He dragged his tongue across my skin every time he found a new
spot to suck on. He played with both my nipples, turning me on more and
more, before he start to suck on my right nipple wetting it with his tongue
and gently biting it. After doing the same to the left nipple, he made his
way down to my third leg.

	"You like getting head my dude?" Omarion asked as he was rubbing my
thighs, still covered by my underwear. "If you do it right," I said. He
laughed as he moved further downward. He gently took off my black underwear
and my 8.5" hard dick stood up. He started licking the shaft before he
sounded his lips on the tip of my dick. I felt the warm suction for his wet
mouth as he moved up and down on my dick while one hand playing with my
nipples and the other one guiding my dick into his mouth. I could hear him
gagging as he pushed more and more into his mouth making me curl my toes up
and back to arch upwards.

	"Damn dude, you're fuckin amazing."

	"You like that nigga? How bout bust one in my mouth for me." He
whispered while jacking me off. He went back down on my dick and I felt
myself about to explode.

	"Shit nigga, its coming...aahh..." Six squirts of my juice exploded
into his mouth as it mixed with his spit. "Fuck O, dat was hot as shit."
Omarion got up and smiled, he started walking to the bathroom until I said,
"Aye where you going?"

	"To get a towel," he said.

	"Naw, now its your turn." I said as I got up and pinned him against
the wall, kissing him, tasting a little of my cum as my tongue searched his
mouth. "Go lay down," I said cuffing his ass. "Yessir!" He said smiling. I
wanted be different from him so I told flipped him over and got on top of
him giving him a massage. Then I started kissing his neck leading down to
the middle of his back. "Oh yeah," whispered a relaxed Omarion. I then
started squeezing his ass and kissed each cheek before spreading them open
and spitting in the hole. I could hear Omarion moan as I dived my tongue in
his hairy hole and started to eat him out. "Mmmm damn Rome, that feels so
good." I continued my explorations of his ass as he kept moaning.

	I got up, turned him back around started jacking his dick. One hand
was playing with his balls as I began to lick his mushroom. I then went
completely down on his now 9" hard dick, unable to suck the whole
thing. Omarion rubbed his hands on my head and then started playing with my
ears as I moved up and down on his manhood. "Damn, you are hitting the
spots Rome." Suddenly I felt his jerk and then shoot seven shots of his
sperm into my mouth that I was unable to swallow and eventually spit all
out in my hand.

	"Damn you are hot Rome," Omarion said sitting up smiling,

	"Yeah, I'm about to go get that towel now." I went to the bathroom
and started to wash my hands and my mouth out with water. Then Omarion came
behind me, hugging me softly as we looked at each other in the mirror. Then
he said, "So what does this mean?"

	"What you mean by that?" I asked looking at him in his mirror eyes.

	"I want you to be my dude," he said.

	"You just met me nigga... and you're famous!" I said

	"Don't worry about all that lil nigga, do you want to?"

	"I mean, yeah, but..."

	"Then I'll figure something out. You forget you are a talented
songwriter so I can make this work for us."

	"Haha, aight I'll try this out."

	"To the world, you just received a new best friend... but you've
really gotten all the love and sex you want,"

	"I guess its my lucky day then."

	"More like mine."



This is the first chapter into a songwriter's journey into the music
industry. Stay tuned for more celebrity mentioning and sex. To read about
your favorite black celebrity, email me at laidbackhomes@yahoo.com