Date: Thu, 02 Dec 2004 21:36:23 +0000
From: Bill Johnson <billed@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Usher's Justification

Warning: the following contains content of a homosexual nature. If this
sort of thing upsets you, or if you are under age, then I advise you to
leave this page. You have been warned.

I claim to not know Mr. Timberlake or Mr. Raymond or any other person or
persons mentioned. This story does not reflect the real people. It is for
fictional entertainment only.

Usher's Justification

Chapter 1

Justin stumbled into his hotel room. He had just been out celebrating; he
had won an award for best album. He was still annoyed though; Usher had
beaten him to best male star. "What an asshole!" he repeated to
himself. Justin really hated Usher, though he pretended that he didn't for
the media. All Justin wanted was to kick Usher's ass, beat his face in
"That'd ruin his pretty boy looks."

Justin went over to his bed, laid down and put the TV on. He wanted to
catch a glimpse at the news before watching a film or something. There was
a piece on the awards ceremony. The presenter was in the middle of Times
Square. There were Usher fans everywhere! "For fuck's sake," Justin moaned
at the TV. `That fucking guy is EVERYWHERE! I hate him." Moody, Justin
decided to have a hot shower; that would cheer him up.

He moved to the luxurious bathroom, where there was a bath, shower room and
two toilets. He turned the hot water on in the shower and moved back into
the bedroom, where he undressed. He lifted off his white T-shirt which
showed off his amazing six-pack and huge pecks. He removed his necklaces
and watch next. He walked back into the shower and felt the water
temperature. It was just right. He kicked off his shoes and removed his
socks and through them back into the bedroom. Next, he pushed down his
trousers, revealing his tight, white boxers which showed his large
manhood. Justin was always impressed with his immense package. It never
disappointed him or the ladies. He pushed these down too. His penis,
dangling between his legs, was very thick and at least 5 inches soft. He
moved into the shower and let the water rush over his body. He poured some
of the shower gel onto his hands and began to massage it into his body. His
thoughts then turned back to Usher, and how he would LOVE to give him a
piece of his mind. He imagined kicking Usher's ass, when, strangely, he
began picturing Usher's naked ass and Justin spanking him. He shook it
off. It must've been all the alcohol he had drunk at the parties he had
been out. "But I didn't drink that much," Justin thought to himself. He
decided not to think anything of it and continued cleaning himself. He
began to imagine smacking Usher in the mouth, bruising up his face. A flash
of a sudden image of Justin forcing his penis into Usher's mouth appeared
in his head. "What the fuck..." he thought to himself. He looked down and
realized that his dick was getting hard. Every time he began to think of
giving it to Usher, his dick grew in size. He didn't like this
feeling. What was he doing? Why was he getting aroused by Usher? He quickly
ended his shower, climbed out, and dried himself off. He put on his robe,
and was about to go and put on some clothes, when the door began to
knock. "Who is it?" Justin called.

"Room service," was the reply.

"Hang on a minute." Justin put on some boxers under his bathrobe and went
over to the door. He opened it, and saw an early twenty-year old guy
holding some champagne. The guy was cute. REALLY cute.

"Er..." Justin was thrown by his cuteness, and began to feel his penis
getting large. "...can I er..."

"I've been sent to give you this," he passed over the champagne, "by the
manager." The guy sounded sexy.

"Er... thanks." Justin didn't know what to do. Something inside of him was
wanting to call the guy in. He had had this feeling many times before, but
found the feeling stronger than ever before. The guy smiled and walked
off. Justin walked back into his hotel room. Put down the champagne and
quickly, without even realizing he was doing it, opened the door and ran
outside in a hurry. He looked around to try and find the guy who brought
him the champagne. He walked down the hallway and saw the guy walk into the
elevator.

"Hey! Hey you in the elevator!" Justin called. The guy looked up at Justin,
but the door was already closing. In the small gap between the doors on the
elevator, Justin thought he saw the guy wink at him. He looked at the
elevator, and then quickly walked back into his room before someone noticed
him.

Closing the door on his entry, Justin picked up the champagne, opened it,
and began to pour himself some. He was really annoyed that he missed the
guy. And yet, was very confused by both his actions, and the look the guy
had given him. He knew that look. He had been given it plenty of times by
adoring fans. Adoring FEMALE fans. The look was one of pure lust. The kind
that said. "Let me fuck you." He decided to forget about it, it was
probably nothing...

***

Usher walked into his kitchen. He hadn't any sleep for four days
straight. After coming home from the awards ceremony where he won best
male- Justin had beaten him to the best album award- he had poured himself
a drink and went straight to bed. He chose to not make an appearance at the
after show-parties. To be honest, he really didn't like them. He found them
to be dull and he hated all of the false admiration he received. He knew
people only spoke to him because they wanted to be seen with the super
star. Usher would rather sit at home, watch the TV or a DVD and go to bed.

It was 2am when he walked into the kitchen. He needed a drink badly. He
thought he was coming down with something. He went into his sitting room,
where he switched the TV on. He flicked through the channels, until he came
to the porn channels. He decided that he would watch a bit, jack-off and
then head back to bed. Usher enjoyed the simple life. He didn't
particularly like the glamour. Well, except for the money! And the
fans...obviously!

He looked through the adult channels, until he came across something that
caught his attention. Three white dudes were fuckin some chick deep and
hard. Usher began to search his pants for his zipper. He pulled it down and
reached inside for his cock. He pulled it out and stroked it, waiting for
it to get hard. Usher had a big, black penis, very long- about 11 inches-
but not amazingly thick. He was proud though. He hadn't had any complaints
to date. As he watched the erotic action take place before him, he found
himself watching the guys more. He usually did this. He liked
guy-on-girl. Lesbian sex had never interested Usher. He liked a young girl
having her ass fucked by one or more guys with six-packs and big
packages. The guys on the screen were all early 20 year olds, wanking their
dicks into the girl's mouth, coming all over her. The scene ended before
Usher could finish, and two women came on the screen, kissing and touching
each other. Usher quickly changed the channel. He flicked through each
channel where there was lesbian sex everywhere. It's not that Usher was
against lesbians, he just didn't find two girls going at each other a turn
on like most other guys. Usher continued flicking until he came across a
channel. He didn't realize what it was at first, but there weren't any
lesbians on the screen, so he left it on. Only after about 30 seconds did
Usher realize that he was watching gay porn. Two guys, one black and one
white, were kissing each other. They began to stroke each other's bodies,
removing the other's clothes. Usher was finding this very arousing. His
penis was feeling much harder than usual. He was hypnotized watching the
two guys suck each other off in the 69 position. The contrast of the skin
color made it even sexier.

"What the fuck am I doing?" Usher quickly asked himself, changing the
channel. He wanted to forget what he saw. As he did so, his dick began to
quickly shrink in size. What was he doing? He wasn't gay. Sure, he liked
watching a good looking guy and a nice young girl do each other, but that
was as far as it went. He knew there were probably loads of straight guys
who didn't like lesbians. He also presumed that there were probably tons of
guys who liked watching gay guys as there were a few million girls who
enjoyed taking part or watching lesbian sex. It couldn't mean anything,
could it? He convinced himself that it was a perfectly normal straight-guy
experience, and switched back to the gay porn. The two guys had moved on to
fucking each other. Usher's cock shot straight back up. He began to wank
his big, black penis harder and harder. The white guy was moaning in
ecstasy as the big black guy began to fuck his ass quickly and deeply. The
white guy blew all over himself while the black guy came up the white boy's
ass. This sent Usher over the edge and he blew all over his T-shirt and
face. Usher always came a lot when he jacked himself off, but it had never
hit his face before. He loved the feeling of his come on his face. He stuck
his tongue out and licked off a bit from the side of his face. It was
salty, but strangely nice. He wanted more.

***

Justin woke up the next morning with a huge hangover. It was his day off,
so he had decided to drink the whole bottle of champagne the night
before. He looked at his clock, it was 11 am. He sat up in bed, and reached
over for the phone. He called room service to send him up some breakfast.

After his breakfast, he decided that he would sit in his room all day and
relax. He couldn't be bothered with the press today or people stalking him
as he went shopping or what ever. He watched TV and ordered some movies. He
watched `Alexander' for a while. The story was quite good, the action was
great, but all he could think about was how sexy Colin Farrell looked in
his costume. He began to fantasize about Colin and his nice body. He
imagined that he was licking Colin's six-pack; his nipples erect and wet
from where he had just been sucking them. He moved down to his underwear
and forced his hand under the elastic and pulled out the big, fat Irish
cock. He wanked it slowly and then took it into his mouth and...

"What am I doing?" he asked himself out loud. He stood up and drank a glass
of water. He wasn't gay. HE WASN'T. "Am I?" he asked himself. His thoughts
drifted back to his little fantasy just now. The erotic punishment he had
given to that jackass, Usher. And. The guy from the Hotel staff and the
look he had been given. He made up his mind. He would somehow find a way of
getting the guy back up to his room and invite him in. He was going
to... he needed to know if he was gay and this guy who seemed interested
might be able to help him. Thoughts of what would happen if the media found
out what he was planning. What they would do to destroy Justin's
career. What if the guy decided to sell his story to the papers if they did
have sex? He thought about it and came to the conclusion that no one would
believe a member of the hotel staff who was paid shit. It would be just
another guy trying to get money from a celebrity trying to tear them
down. He didn't care. He'd deny it.

He began to prepare himself for the encounter with the cute guy. He rang up
room service and asked them to send him up some food. He then asked them
who they would be sending up, as he "didn't want anybody coming into his
room." He thought his lie was very clever and very natural.

"Is there anyone in particular you would like to bring up your food? They
could be your personal staffer for you today if you wanted."

"Er, yes please. Could you send up the guy who gave me the champagne last
night please?"

"Ok sir, he'll be up in about 15 minutes."

"Thank you." He hung up the phone. Perfect. Now all he needed was to
prepare. He closed the curtains to make the room dark and hot. He mad the
bed, but not too neatly, and then he took off his t-shirt and shorts. He
would answer the door in just a small pair of tight briefs. Too make
himself look hotter, he decided to do as many push-ups as possible to make
himself sweat. He wanted to look as hot as possible.

15 minutes later, he heard a knock at the door. Justin was nervous. He
didn't know what to do. Another knock. Should he continue with the plan, or
end it? Another knock.

"Hang on."

***End of Chapter 1***

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