Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2013 20:10:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Cee <gaymalesex_99@yahoo.com> Subject: Sure Thing (Chapter 8) Sure Thing This story is total fiction. The characters used are either recording artists, models, or actors/actress, if being gay is total fiction. I would like to thank Deon Goodman for supporting the ideas for the story, and coming up with it. If you are under age (-18), please dismiss yourself from this site. Thank you. Chapter 7 _____________________________________________ The next day came, and J. Cole woke up in Kanye's suite, with Kanye laying on the other side of the bed. Cole just held his pillow, thinking about his life right now. Cole: (to himself) I'm a rapper, suppose to be fucking females, but getting fucked by other niggas, my life at home is crazy... (phone goes off; sees text message from Young Jeezy) and I got a nigga sprung like crazy... shit. Jeezy: (in the text) Good morning sexy. Cole: (smiles; texts back) Hi. Jeezy been trying to talk to Cole for a minute after their one night stand back in the states, but Cole won't let him. Cole kept telling him, since the beginning, that he's bad news, but it seems as though it added more fuel to the flames. Jeezy caught mad feelings for Cole and won't quit until he sees it back. While still texting Jeezy, Yeezy got up out of bed. Cole: Good morning. As usual, Yeezy ignored the shit out of him. Cole did nothing but continue to watch the muscular back he holds onto when they fuck, the ass that he squeezed every now and then in between as it jiggles away, and the fat tool that fixes him sway away to the bathroom, and having to do nothing else to touch himself and continued his text message. As usual in the morning, Kanye wants nothing to do with Cole, well anyone. Last time when Cole tried to cuddle with him, Kanye put a pillow over his head and tried to suffocate him. Usually shit like that would get him gone, but his way of apologizing, wicked sex talk and dick game got him coming back all the time. Instead of trying to get something out of him, he gets dressed and leaves. Just like what he did this morning. On his way to his room, he sees roses at his door. He picked them up and read the card. "These roses are an understatement of your beauty. " Love, Jeezy. Then he hears Voice: Now show it. J. Cole turns and sees Jeezy in a white T and boxers, smiling back at him. Cole chuckles at his admiration towards him as he sees his determination also, and decides to give it a chance, letting him know what he's getting himself into. Jeezy: So what time tonight? Cole: How `bout after the show? Jeezy: (chuckles) You know we got an after party to help host right? Cole: Fuck it. We can be late. Jeezy nodded his head as he smiled in excitement. Cole laughed at his response and entered his room. As he walked towards his room, surprisingly he still couldn't ignore his nosiness of seeing Big Sean knocked out in Chris' bed as Chris hopped out the shower. Already waiting to get himself off on all of this, he tossed his shit on his bed, and joined Chris in the bathroom as they both brushed their teeth. Cole: (chuckles) So what about Game? Chris: (puzzled) Nigga couldn't say "Hi" first? (laughs) Cole: (laughs) Hey. So whats going on with you and Game? Chris: That was just a Skype thing. Cole: Right... Chris: Like you and Jeezy. Just a thing. You know my homeboy been checkin' – Cole: Slow your role nigga. We going out tonight. Chris: Woooahhh!! So the hoes' turning to a House Wife now?? Cole: (jabs him in the shoulder; both laughs) Shut up man. While both laughed and joked around in this suite, in another suite, shit was already to get ugly. Wayne showed Eminem the tape from last night and ideas started forming even more, making their last plan a bit easier though different. Instead of gangbanging Trey, Wayne decided (since it was his idea, and since Trey's his roommate, knowing Trey would do anything for Tyga) he was gonna show Trey the tape, black mailing him into fucking him how he wants. Eminem was gonna take Tyga out for the day and try to make him walk in on them first. So when he decides to leave him, they head straight for the club after the show, find some hoes, and make due like how they believe it should be going down. Everything was falling into pace for them, but not everyone. After a long night of arguing on the phone with boyfriend and all morning with Business Managers, Nicki Minaj was in her suite, enjoying her full on Spa treatment to relax herself before expectantly being interrupted. It was Lloyd, Trey and Tyga, and Lloyd was a mess. Nicki heard him sobbing and took the cucumbers off her eyes as she witness sorrow. Nicki: OMG love what's wrong??? Trey: We... think Miguel's missing. Nicki: What do you mean?? Lloyd: (palms to his face; stressed) been calling, texting, he hasn't been online. I don't even fucking know. Last night we were all having fun, he walked me to my room, gave me a goodnight kiss, said he love me, I said it back, and that was the last time I seen nor heard from him. Nicki: What time last night? `Cause yall was pretty loud, especially Deonte and Drake. Tyga: Word? Nicki: Yessss bitch!! Amongst my own little episode with my man on the phone last night, I couldn't drown out their fucking sex sounds!! Tyga: Well, me and Trey didn't get to our own beds `till like 6am. Nicki: (looks at clock; 6pm) Damn... well. I know he won't miss the show. Probably went to clear his head or something. Trey: Hopefully. Hours passed, and no one still heard a word from Miguel. They all tried to contact everyone else but they were all at Rehearsals, except Deonte. Tyga tried to ask him, but Deonte acted as if he didn't know, when clearly he does. Tyga tried to tease him a little bit. Saying sexy shit in his ear, encouraging his hand to "slip" on his hard on and grope it. While ready to give in, Deonte got a business call and made it in time to keep himself together. Tyga said fuck it and left. 9pm came and everyone was backstage getting ready. Lloyd found Chris and Sean all coupled up and asked them and they didn't know, causing them to worry and keep a look out for him. Same with Yeezy and Cole who had little time to talk since they were first up with Kendrick Lamar, performing their new song together. The night continued, and everyone continued searching. Lloyd started sobbing in his dressing room with his best friend and Trey comforted him. Trey and Tyga had just finished rocking they stage and getting the crowd going and now it's Miguel and Lloyd's turn to do their remix to "Sure Thing" and duet, thought Miguel is no where to be found, and to everyones knowledge, not even Jay-Z.Nicki was in her dressing room preparing for her performance with Kanye, Jay-Z and Usher, she heard the door behind her slam. Her and stylists jumped in reaction. Nick looked shocked and happy as ever to see Miguel again. She wanted to hop out her chair and scream and take him to Lloyd. Nicki: (Screams) OMFG!! DO YOU KNOW WE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU?? LLOY- THEY WORRIED `BOUT YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW! Miguel: (in a dark tone) Leave! Nicki: (shocked) Excuse me?! Miguel: Tell your stylists to leave! I need to talk to you! Miguel couldn't wait and just held his face, crying heavily as his back slid down her dressing room door, breaking down before all their eyes. Nicki: (holds back tears) Leave now, but know that you're probably gonna have to redue my makeup too. Her Stylists left and Nicki went to Miguel and comforted him as he sobbed up a storm. Nicki: (Cries too; hugs him; caresses his head on her shoulder) What's wrong love? What happened to you? To be continued... If you have a response or any other singers/rappers that's rare on here thats well-know, send your suggestions to (GayMaleSex_99@yahoo.com) Also, if you wanna keep reading all these hot, erotic series by me and others, please donate to Nifty, Today! Thank you!