Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2005 16:35:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Urban <urbanluver@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rap Mash Ups: Confessions

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of erotic
gay fiction. By reading this material you affirm that
you are acting within the limits of your local laws
and ordnances. No inference is made as to the sexual
preference of any actual person appearing in this
story, nor should the reader make any such inferences.
This story is not meant to imply anything about the
true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned.

RAP MASH UPS: CONFESSIONS

Copyright 2005

The release party for Usher's latest album was a swarm
of famous faces. The singer's record label had spared
no expense in donning the celebration with all the
extravagance fit for royalty.  He was, after all,
their golden child whose latest works had still not
stopped collecting award after award.

The money was flowing.

Usher paused in the master bathroom of the estate the
label had rented for the event. Nestled high in the
California mountains, it was an oasis cut off from
anyone not on the exclusive guest list.

He looked in the mirror and grinned, the youthful face
smiling back at him with confidence. He had come a
long way from an inexperienced teenage fighting
pimples. Now he was the man. He was in control.

And they all wanted him.

Usher brushed his hair, smoothing it until everything
was perfect. He adjusted the diamond necklace that
hung long around his neck, the bright "U" shining from
the glow of the vanity.

He had come a long way, that was for sure. He no
longer noticed the opulence around him, the white
marble countertop of the double vanity; the oversized
Jacuzzi overlooking the green valley below from
massive windows. His eyes drifted over the gold
fixtures with boredom. None of the details held his
attention anymore.

His hand absently straightened a non-existent crease
in his suit jacket while he surveyed his appearance
one last time before making his show. With everything
to his satisfaction, he passed through the doors,
leaving only distant echoes of his steps against the
tiled floor.

The air was thick with mingled conversations and music
from the crowds below as Usher paused on the landing
of the balcony.  Most of the people he saw he didn't
know. Even though the guest list had been entirely
left up to him, there were rules to follow. Half of
the guests would be executives or friends of
executives. The financers. The ones who existed just
outside the lights but made everything happen.

Another portion of the guest list was reserved for the
trendy. Those who would ensure the party made ever
society page listing, every entertainment magazine.
They were the ones who held the eye of the press,
however fleeting their attraction may be. The much
smaller group of guests was those he had specifically
invited. Even these, however, were often more to build
business relationships than genuine friends. They were
other artists with which he hoped to work. Other
producers. Connections.

The business never stopped.

Usher slowly descended the curved staircase, his
movements graceful as if in the middle of one of his
dance routines.

A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd below giving
way to cheers and claps as the star of the evening
made his entrance. Glasses of half-emptied champagne
were raised high in the air and Usher absorbed the
admiration with a grin. "I'm glad you all could make
it," he said as the room grew quiet in anticipation.
"This album is a very personal one for me and I hope
it's a personal one for you, too."

There were beautiful people as far as the eye could
see. He let his eyes drift over them, pausing only
slightly at each one to watch the gleam in their eye
when they felt him look their way. There was
hopefulness in some of the women's eyes, hope that
before they night was up, he would choose them for the
evening.

"I want everybody to have a good time tonight," he
said, returning his attention to the crowd. "So let's
turn the music back up and do this right."

* * *

Usher sat back in the oversized chair, the arm of some
pretty young girl draped casually over his shoulder
while she chatted about her summer to a group of
spectators that had surrounded them. She was
attractive enough. Some daughter of a producer's
friend, or something like that. He had not paid much
attention to her when she introduced herself. But she
seemed eager enough to please.

He was bored at his own party.

Movement in the crowd parted just long enough for him
to spot someone he didn't think would have shown. He
nudged the girl at his side to let him get up, then
made his way quickly to the guest.

Redman was shaking his head while talking into the ear
of one of his friends.

Usher approached, his sly grin instantly on his face
as he waited for the rapper to take notice of him.

Redman glanced at him, but never broke his train of
thought as he finished his comment. His words were
lost in the clamor of the partygoers around him.

"I didn't think you'd be able to make it, but I'm glad
you did," Usher said.

Redman's face was stone, his gray and white bandanna
tied around his afro partly obscured one eye. He was
dressed in white, crisp but much more casual than the
other guests. Completely at ease, Redman was a
presence that needed no introductions.

"My boy here wanted to come," he said, his voice raspy
as though he had just woken. "I don't get into this
shit."

"There are two hot tubs on the back terrace," he
offered, looking for something that would spark
interest in the rapper.

"Nah, I'm gonna bounce." He turned to his companion,
pounded fists and brushed shoulders in greeting. "I'll
holla."

With that Redman began parting the crowd as he made
his way toward the door. Usher followed quickly
behind, finding the only opportunity to be heard when
Redman had a hand on the doorknob.

"Wait," he said, now glad at least that no entourage
from either camp was around them. "Don't leave yet,
we've got plenty of food and drinks."

Redman's eyes were cold and he was obviously
unimpressed. "No disrespect but this shit ain't me. I
told my boy I'd bring him cuz he wanted to check
things out, but this party is one of the shittiest
I've ever been to."

Usher's face dropped like someone had deflated all the
air from it. For a moment, he remembered what it had
felt like before he was famous. Having to earn
someone's respect before having it freely given to
him. He felt small and exposed.

"Wait."

Redman frowned, the door now half open, and sighed.
Something in his demeanor changed slightly, as if the
frustration had changed to pity.

"Aiight, you want me to show you how to have a slammin
party? Follow me."

He didn't know why it was so important for him to get
Redman's approval, but Usher knew it was. But he
couldn't just leave his own release party.

"How about tomorrow night, man," Usher offered. "I can
make time then."

The frown was back on Redman's face. "Nah, forget it.
I'm headed back to NY tomorrow. Later, dude."

He didn't know what to say to counter the rapper, so
he just stood there and watched Redman leave. He
wasn't going to go chasing after him. Who the fuck did
he think he was, anyway.

Usher sulked back into the heart of the party, his
mood now too dark from even being consoled by the
throng of single women eager to ease his troubles.

* * *

Weeks had passed since his release party but his
encounter with Redman was still fresh on his mind. At
first he tried to play it off. Another jealous rapper
pissed that he wasn't getting the recognition. But the
truth always came back to gnaw at him like a tiny
nagging voice. An itch that wouldn't go away.

He had even gotten angry and ranted to his crew. Of
course they all agreed with him that Redman had been a
dick, but none of it eased his mind. He still wanted
another chance. A chance to prove himself.

So he had finally resigned himself to getting his
agent involved. He had tried to get word through
Redman's people that he was interested in talking to
him, but word from the Redman camp never arrived.
Another week passed without any progress and Usher was
on the verge of giving up.

Then the phone rang.

"Ey, my people say you been tryin to hit me up." The
voice was like ice water.

"Yeah," Usher said, his voice suddenly faltering. "I
thought since we were both in New York you could show
me what a real party is like."

There was silence on the other end until Usher felt
his anger rise, but at last a response came.  "I'm in
Staten. Let me set some shit up and call you back with
the directions."

* * *

Redman's idea of the perfect party turned out to be a
private show at a local strip club, only a few blocks
from the rapper's house. The interior was dark and
seedy and the faint scent of stale desperation hung in
the air. The club was empty save for about six female
strippers who had all started out in various elaborate
costumes that deteriorated quickly into only a thong.

Usher sat back and took a sip of wine.

The women were not overly attractive, especially
compared to the crowd he usually associated with, but
they put everything into their performance. Redman's
face was a constant grin as he teased the girls with
dollars. Occasionally one of the strippers would
approach Usher and give him a lap dance, but for the
most part they focused on the rapper who knew how to
work the girls as much as they knew how to work him.

Redman raised Usher's half-empty glass of wine in the
air while two strippers dangled from his neck. "Yo,
get this shit out of here and bring this nigga what
I'm drinking."

In no time a waitress had retrieved his glass and
replaced it with something that looked vaguely like
scotch but wasn't.

He took a hit of it and winced as the liquid burned
down his throat. He wasn't used to hard liquor and he
knew he would be on the floor after a few more of
these.

But he had to admit, Redman's party had something to
it. It was bare, without frills or ego. Just raw like
a primal lust. He watched in fascination as the
strippers slinked their bodies into a hypnotic rhythm
to the booming music. They knew what a man wanted and
teased Redman with ever movement.

Though as time went on, he found himself watching
Redman more than the girls. He watched the lust in the
man's eyes, the distinct outline of his dick
noticeable through his black jeans. As Redman licked
his lips, Usher felt his own erection stiffen, and
secretly hoped the strippers would escalate their
show.

He motioned for one of the dancers, whispering his
request in her ear as he fed a wad of cash into the
black nylon strap she had tied around her thigh. She
grinned and the money was gone, retired to some secret
place.

Usher felt the effects of the alcohol. His brow was
moist and his mouth was dry with anticipation. He
watched as the dancer approached the rapper as she
moved the other dancers aside. In no time she was
shaking her ass in his face, so close she must have
been able to feel his breath on her skin. She faced
him, then let her hands trickle down his chest and
stomach, pausing only when they reached his belt.

"Oh shit," Redman howled, his legs spreading to give
the stripper easier access.

Usher felt himself lean forward as the dancer
unbuttoned the rappers pants and let her hands fish
inside the garment for the snake that was hiding
there. She pulled the man's pants down to his ankles,
revealing a tented pair of black boxer-briefs.

The beating of his own heart was thunder in his ears
as Usher felt his hand brush his own dick. The tingle
in his nutts made his muscles tighten.

The stripper teased Redman with her breasts until
finally pulling the black shorts down. Redman's dick
wagged free, hanging heavily with its arousal. Usher
gripped his nutts as he watched the dancer swallow the
rapper's dick.

"Hell yeah," Redman sighed, his head tilting back as
the dancer bobbed on his shaft.

The dancer cut her eyes over to Usher while she licked
Redman and grinned knowingly at him. He quickly moved
his hands away from his crotch and tried to play it
off like he was scratching an itch, but he had a
feeling the dancer wasn't fooled.

She continued to service the rapper's now wet dick for
several more minutes until she placed her foot on his
knee and slowly rolled the black nylon strap from her
thigh. Redman's eyes were wide with lust and it seemed
to take his full concentration from reaching out and
grabbing the girl.

Usher saw her whisper something to the rapper but the
thump of the music made it impossible for him to hear.
Next he saw her gently place the black nylon over
Redman's eyes like a blindfold.

"Oh this is some freaky shit!" Redman laughed, lacing
his fingers behind his head.

The stripper motioned for Usher as some of the other
dancers began to distract Redman by taunting his neck
with their tongues. He didn't know whether it was his
own lust or the liquor now burning in his belly, but
he felt himself move closer to the naked rapper.

The dancer grinned as she gently took Usher's hand and
guided it to the slick dick bobbing in front of him.
He offered no resistance as his fingers curled around
the brown shaft and immediately felt it throbbing in
his grip.

"Yeah, stroke that dick, baby," Redman sighed, a thin
layer of sweat beading on his chest.

Usher looked to the dancer, a kind of reluctance on
his face as if he were asking for permission.
Permission to want this.

She smiled at him but spoke to the rapper, "You want
me to suck that dick some more?"

A long guttural moan, "Hell yeah."

She winked at Usher and as his reservation weakened,
he lowered himself onto the dick. He let his lips
gently stroke the shaft but applied very little
pressure. It was only when Redman arched his back and
thrust his dick into Usher's mouth that his lips
clamped down.

Redman cursed and whatever hesitation Usher once felt
was instantly gone. His tongue darted over the head of
Redman's dick while his lips massaged his shaft. He
took the whole dick in his mouth like a starved child
and devoured it. With ever grunt or groan the rapper
made, he felt his own efforts double.

Their fevered pitch grew until Redman was mercilessly
pistoning his shaft into Usher's throat. Usher himself
could only hold on and ride the dick, taking breaths
in whatever small moments he could find. His own spit
coiled around the rapper's weapon and dripped like
things to come onto the floor.

As the scene unfolded, the group of strippers, now
somewhat diminished as their services were no longer
need, had successfully managed to keep Redman's
blindfold on and had used their own bodies to distract
his wandering hands. But before any of them could
react, Redman placed both hands on Usher's head to
guide it further onto his throbbing erection.

"What the fuck!"

Redman ripped the blindfold from his face and recoiled
as his eyesight returned. Usher looked at him with
fear and shame, his lips slick with drool and precum.
He didn't know what to do so he just froze, not sure
whether Redman was going to strike him or curse him
out.

For a moment, his whole career flashed before his
eyes. This could ruin him. If word like this got out
he would lose most of his fans and nobody in the
industry would touch him. All that he had worked for
would vanish.

But the disgust on Redman's face began to dissolve
into curiosity.

"Damn, nigga, how long has it been you?"

"The whole time," the stripper answered for him,
giving him another wink.

Usher just looked on, unsure of what to do.

Redman seemed to be trying to sort his conflicting
emotions in some effort to make sense of the scene.
"You can suck the hell out of a dick," he finally
laughed, the muscles in his body loosening.

Usher gave a kind of nervous laugh, short and
obviously forced.

"Well fuck it," Redman sighed. "I'm still horny as
hell so you might as well pop me off."

Usher paused, unsure of what he had heard. He saw
Redman grin, and gently squeeze him with his knees.
"Hurry up, nigga. My dick's gettin cold."

It was as simple as that, and Usher was once again
engulfing the brown dick, his face buried in its wiry
pubes. He attacked it with renewed passion as a sense
of freedom filled him. There was no more pretense. It
was just him worshiping Redman's shaft.

"Suck that dick, nigga," Redman sighed, his eyes shut
but moving wildly under his eyelids.

Usher let his hands explore the man's body, first
grabbing his nutts and massaging them while he sucked,
then letting his fingers trace down into the rapper's
ass crack. He felt Redman's hips raise slightly and he
used the encouragement to explore more. His thumb
found the rapper's moist hole and teased it while his
tongue licked around the dickhead.

Redman moaned.

Usher raised off of the dick and jacked it while his
jaw rested. He sucked on the dangling balls, smelling
the fait odor of stale sweat. He lapped at them while
he used both hands to masturbate his friend. His
tongue dipped low into Redman's ass and he tried to
use it to pry apart the thick cheeks, but Redman
tensed his ass closed.

Unfazed, Usher grabbed his own erection and jerked his
dick hard. He squeezed tight on his friend's dick now
slick with precum and pumped. Redman's back arched and
only muttered words escaped his lips. His muscles were
taught, his eyes clamped shut.

He was close.

Usher drank the site in. There was a sexual power to
all of this that he had never experienced before. He
had always been the one that had been pleased. He knew
what it was like to have a girl devote herself totally
to his sexual fulfillment, but he had never traded
places. He had never known what it was like to be in
control of someone else's orgasm.

"Bust that nutt," he whispered, both of his hands now
a furious blur.

"Ah fuck," Redman cursed. "I'm gonna cum."

Usher swallowed Redman's dick just as the first spurt
of juice erupted. As it filled his mouth he choked,
surprised by the sensation and taste, but managed not
to release the dick until several more shots filled
him full.

With the thick cream heavy in his mouth, he jerked his
dick one final time as his own orgasm took hold. He
felt his cum arc in jets, splashing against his thigh
and stomach.

He swallowed hard, the seed now sliding down his
throat, and opened his eyes.

Redman was smiling weakly, like the ordeal had taken
his strength.

"Damn," he whispered and rested his head back down.

Usher smiled and wiped the mix of cum and sweat from
his face.

He had to admit, this had been a much better party.