Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 13:53:24 +0000
From: Bill Johnson <billed@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Usher's Justification 5

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
Where we left off:
(From Chapter 3)Usher... [Having his first gay sex]
"AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!" they both screamed together.
Usher felt bloated as masses of hot white fluid gushed up his ass as Nick
continued to fuck him even when he went soft.
Eventually, Usher collapsed on the bed, bringing down Nick with him. Usher
rolled over to face Nick, and licked the guys tongue with his own, before
their lips met for a deep French kiss.
"That was fucking amazing!" Usher said.
"Glad you enjoyed it. But it's only early yet..." Nick gave Usher a cheeky
smile, and bent down for a deep, slow kiss with his new boo.
"Shower?" Usher asked.
(From Chapter 4)Justin... [After having sex with his new partner, Michael]
Before they left the hotel room, they shared one more passionate kiss and
decided to switch email addresses. Justin wasn't going to let this one get
away...not ever!

Chapter 5
"Come on Usher...one more load and then it's over," said the photographer.
Usher, who had had to leave his house in New York, was standing on a small
part of Miami Beach, shirtless, having a photo shoot for some teen girl
magazine. He had been told that he was going to be doing it with Justin
Timberlake, someone who he really didn't wanna see. Ever since Usher's fall
from grace over his affair, Justin had become the King of R'n'B/Dance/Pop, a
title Usher had always been able to maintain throughout his long career.
Fucking asshole. Usher kept thinking to himself. He had grown a sudden
resentment toward Justin ever since he had been beaten by him at the awards
ceremony to win [best album]. Now, his resentment had turned into disgust as
the new `Wonder Boy' grew more and more popular with teenage girls and the
media alike, partly due to his break up with Britney. It appeared that
Cameron Diaz was Justin's new love. They seemed to go everywhere together.
Usher would like nothing more than to find some way of reducing Justin to a
pip-squeak so that he lost all of his followers and was disgraced throughout
the industry. He really didn't like it when new artists set foot on his
turf.
The photo shoot ended and Usher walked off, his black torso, sweaty,
glistening in the sunlight.
***
"I've got to do a fucking photo shoot with that shit head!!" Justin raved.
Walking around his hotel room with only boxer shorts on, Justin was ranting
on about how unfair and fucked up it was that Justin had to do a photo shoot
with Usher. Lying on his bed, naked, was Michael. The pair still had sex on
a regular basis. Justin wasn't too keen on letting this God-like man leave
yet.
"Oh, come on baby." Michael said. "Look, it's only a few photos together,
nothing too difficult for you. Think about it this way, you get paid a hell
of a lot for something so easy, and you don't even have to talk to him at
all. Now, are you coming to bed or not? `Cause by boner's getting tired and
I need to get up pretty early to go to work."
Justin looked down at him and smiled. He had grown infatuated by Michael and
his soft words that always made him feel special.
"I know, I know..." Justin climbed into bed. "It's just, you know, I don't
like being away from you for too long. I feel really sick when I can't hear
you... touch you... feel you... taste you..." He lent over and began to lick
Michael's ear. Michael began to groan softly.
"I know. It is difficult not to be near me! Look, it's only for a couple of
hours anyway, then you can come back here and we'll fuck! What d'you say to
that?"
"Sounds...like a...plan...to me..." he said between each suck on Michael's ear lobe.
"Good. Now that that's settled..." Michael grabbed Justin forcefully and
pulled him on to the bed, rolling over so that he, Justin, was on top. "I
believe there is a problem with my penis. It doesn't seem to want to go soft
when I'm around you, so maybe you should go down there and relieve me of my
tension." A smile spread across Michael's face as he indicated to Justin.
"Yes sir, you sexy beast." Justin climbed down the bed to service Michael's
tool.
As Michael began to groan louder and louder, Justin began to suck harder and
harder, fucking Michael's cock as he fondled his ball sack which hung nice
and low, the soft skin and hair entwining around Justin's fingers.
It wasn't long before Michael blew his load down Justin's throat, spurts of
white goo trickling down Justin's hot throat. Justin climbed back up for a
kiss from Michael.
"My god...you are so hot!" said Michael, wiping away a bit of his cum that had
drooled out of Justin's mouth, taking his finger into his mouth and sucking
it softly.
The pair laid there, kissing and groping each other until they both drifted
off to sleep in each other's arms.
***
Usher was pacing the floor in his oversized dressing room. Any second now,
some guy was gonna come and tell him that the photographers were ready for
him... and Justin- who had turned up late. What had he been up to? Usher had
questioned himself. Justin was well known for always turning up early for
photo-shoots and interviews. Speaking of...
Usher had been thinking of ways to get back at Justin, who had recently had
a TV interview, in which he claimed that Usher was old news. "Best dancer? I
wouldn't go that far. Usher's becoming too old to do all the special moves
he used to do. You can see it in his face- he's straining a lot more and
getting tired out more easily. He should just retire and let other people
have a chance."
Usher picked up his glass of orange juice and through it at the wall, the
glass shattering everywhere. "Fucking asshole!" he yelled out.
A knock at the door.
"What the hell do you want?" There was no response, except for another
knock. "Oh for fucks sake, come in- but someone's gonna get fired when I
tell..." Usher broke off. He couldn't believe it.
Justin Timberlake was standing at the door, smiling. "Having trouble...old
man?"
"Get the fuck out of here you little shit!" Usher stood up straight, trying
to make himself look bigger than Justin. It didn't work very well though as
Justin and Usher were of a similar build.
"Or what? What's an old fogy like you gonna do? Beat me up?"
"You bet your ass I will," Usher said raising his fists.
"Good, you do that; give the media a reason to make me look even better and
more popular when they find out what you did. I can see it now... `SUPER STAR
JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE BEATEN UP BY JEALOUS USHER'. Quite catchy if I do say so
myself." Justin smirked at Usher, who, realising Justin's point, slowly
dropped his clenched fists.
"Look, just get out. I don't want any trouble. I just..."
"You just what? What do you want?" Justin edged closer to Usher.
"I...er- It's...erm..." Usher's anxiety began to rise as Justin got closer. And as
Justin got nearer, his dick got harder. What was going on? He asked himself.
"I-er-erm... are all your answers this interesting? And I thought you were
supposed to be suave!" Justin was right in Usher's face now. His strong hand
pushed Usher up against the wall. Justin had now placed both his arms up
against the wall, trapping Usher, who, without thinking, put his hands on
Justin's shoulders and began to massage them gently as the pair stared into
each other's eyes. Usher's hands began to move down, caressing Justin's firm
muscular chest, rolling down his sides until they interacted with his hips.
His soft black hands then moved round onto Justin's ass cheeks, massaging
them, pinching them. Justin, who was breathing softly with his eyes slightly
closed, moved ever closer to Usher, his body pressed right up against him,
there rock hard cocks rubbing against the other. Justin moved into Usher,
reaching for a kiss. His lips lead the way to Usher's big mouth, which was
waiting to receive the present.
"Mr. Raymond?" There was a knock at the door.
The two broke away from each other quickly, covering up their conspicuous
rock hard cocks.
"Err- yes. Come in."
A guy, shorter than the two celebrities with ginger hair, walked in. He was
quite cute Justin thought to himself, unknown to him that Usher was thinking
the same thing. He looked at the two of them.
"Mr. Timberlake, somebody just went down to your room, they're ready for the
pair of you now."
"Er, thanks." Justin said. "Well, Usher, glad we got that thing sorted out.
I'll see you on the set." He walked out of the room, Usher staring after
him. He wasn't entirely sure what had just happened, but he knew he wanted
to meet up with Justin again to pick up from where they were interrupted.
"Mr. Raymond?" the guy held open the door for Usher.
"Could you just give me a minute? I need to think about something."
"Certainly. I'll come back and get you." He shut the door behind him.
Usher put his hand down his trousers and grabbed a-hold of his penis. It was
semi-erect with a wet end. He put his finger in his pre-cum and licked it
off when he brought his hand back out.
"Damn!" he whispered, smiling slightly.
***End of Chapter 5***

Will Usher and Justin finally get together? Find out in the next chapter
which should be posted before the new year.
If you have any ideas or comments then please email me at
billed@hotmail.co.uk. I'd love to hear what you have to say.
                                        I'd like to wish everyone a Merry
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