Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2011 09:11:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Cee Subject: The Adventures of C. Breeze (Chapter 14) The Adventures of C. Breeze This story is total fiction. If you are under age, please dismiss yourself from this site. Chapter 14 Trey was knocked out for a while in a small pool of his own blood from his runny nose. Nobody passed by yet, but he was sitting there for like an hour, until 1 guy saw him laying there helpless, and cared enough to pick Trey up and carry him to a near by bathroom. Trey woke up to a splash of water hitting his face. Voice: (Calmly, and slowly, bus sexually) Wake....up....! Trey: Wha... what? Then, Trey's eyes slowly started to open, and he noticed it was Miguel, bent over, facing him with his eyes dimmed with his hands riding up and down Trey's chest. Trey looked down and not only noticed that, but found out he's laying completely naked in a bathtub full of bubbles and water. Even though he didn't know, his bloody nose was gone and he had tampons sitting in his nostrels. Miguel: Aye.... You alright? Trey: Some what... The hell is in my nose? (as he played with the strings) Miguel: Tampons. (laughs at Trey's shocking reaction and starts taking them out) Your nose was bleeding made hard so I fixed it with these. Miguel held both bloody tampons in his hand walked away, showing off his smooth bare naked body to Trey. Trey loved the view. Especially when Miguel bent over, showing his hole to Trey as he threw out the tampons, and walked back to him, showing his hard 6inch beefy cock. He bent back over the tub and started searching through the water. Miguel: So... Do you need anything else? Trey: Well... (looks at his semi hard dick) Miguel: (looks intreged) Sure. Miguel then grabs Trey's dick and started stroking it in the water as he leaned forward to smooch all over Trey's neck. Trey just layed there, soaking his hot body in the water as he got his neck sucked, and dick jerked. Miguel pulled back, and started jerking Trey even faster through the water, making it splash all over his own body. Trey's eyes were closed and he moaned loud for it to echoe in the bathroom. Filling Miguel's ears more to make him wanna bust all over the side of the tube. he time came, Trey's breathing was heavy, and he jumped up onto his feat, and started jerking himself. Miguel's mouth was open wide, with his tongue out ready for the taste of nut, and get got all over it too. Heavy loads of cum dripped and sat on his dry tongue, clearing his morning drout. He then rose to his feet to, and they made out. Trey got out the tub carefully and rubbed on Miguel's dick before getting on his knees and started soaking his dick head on his mouth, swallowing it with the pre-cum. Miguel Layed his hand on his head and leaned his head back, enjoying the good head, but was already to cum and his did all over the walls in Trey's mouth, filling it with large loads of white seemen. Right when Trey finished, one of the bathroom doors swung open, and there was Young Jeezy, looking mad and upset in his birthday suit with the dry 7.5 inch thick black candle standing forward at him. Trey got scared, but found out Jeezy was looking dead at Miguel. He moved over to the tub, and sat there, letting the water out as he looked at Miguel's terrified face. Miguel: Oh my God, baby! I'll give you the money when - Then Jeezy walked closer to Miguel and then he punched the mirror next to him. Right there, Miguel openned the other bathroom door behind him and ran like hell, but it wasn't a match for Jeezy. Jeezy ran like a fucking football player, and tackled him down like one too. Jeezy: (yelling in his ear) THIS IS HOW YOUR GONNA GET MY MONEY BACK BITCH. Jeezy was on top of Miguel on the floor. He played one hand strongly on the left side of Miguel's face, and used his hand for his dick. Miguel fought and cried for help so bad but it only got his dry as fucked by an extra thick dry dick. Miguel screamed, but nobody was on that side of the house, and only Trey heard it, but he decided not to help him, and watch him get fucked. Miguel gave into the fucking he ment to cause, and slowly moved his arm behind Jeezy, and started fingering and gripping his ass as he got rug burn on his body. All of a sudden, Trey thought of how he ended up here, and remembered what Laz told him. Trey wanted to see Chris so bad. So he started to leave. As he walked to the door, he seen model Dorian Stansberry layed on the floor against the wall while he was getting his dick rode by Bruno Mars, and at the door, The Rock was getting his dick sucked by Bobby Valetino. He looked up, and saw a large masculine guy in the shadow before him, and he spoke. Voice: (in a deep masculine voice) You alright? Trey: Who's asking? Voice: Mike, (steps into the light, exposing all of his golden built body) Mike Storm. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, down at Interscope Records, Polow Da Don was producing a track until he heard a knock on the door. Polow: It's open! (Chris walks in) Aye! Chris Breezy! What's up mane? Chris: (slaps him up) Aye, mane. Shit.... ready to record for this new album. Chris walks to the door in the booth, but Polow stepped in front of him. Polow: Woah partner. You forget? (while unbuckling his pants) Chris: (irritatied) I thought you after the track done? Polow: No. I said you can pay the $550 after the track is done, but your not paying, remember? Chris: Damn alright (turns around) Polow: Yeah. Sit down in that chair. Chris sits in Polow's chair as Polow pulled his semi hard 7inch dick. Usually, Chris is ampt to suck a good dick but today, he really wasn't feeling it. He openned his mouth, but not like how he use to, and Polow knew it. Polow: Uh uh! Stick out that tongue! (Chris does so) Oh... yeah... Polow beats the head of his dick against the tongue before pushing it all the way in for a good one. Chris sunk it in down his throat, and started sucking it. Polow layed his head back as he rested his hand on Chris' head, thrusting in and out. That's when somebody else walked in. Polow quickly pulled out as he turned his head. It was Laz. Polow: (whispered) Shit! Laz: Don't worry. I own this one. (looks at Chris) Keep sucking it. Polow looked confused, but did it anyways but faster, but Chris stopped. He pulled his head back, took the dick out his mouth, and stood up, putting his coat on as he walked out. Polow: Fuck you doing?! Laz: Aye! (Chris ignores him) Aye! (chases him outside, making Chris stop as he grabbed his arms, and made him turn to him, with a deep vice saying) I own you, remember? LZ isn't tatted to the back of your ear for nothing? Chris: (shocked) Don't fuck with me man. Laz: Na, I ain't fucking with you. (lights a cigerette) You remember that night I took you to the bar, gave you mad drinks, and you were so drunk, you didn't remember who else you fucked that night? Yeah. Surprise motherfucker. Your mine. From the day I fucked your ass away from D & 50 to today. Now, get in the car. (Chris stares at him, sad, but pissed on the inside) I said get in the fucking car! Chris does so as he got on the passanger side. Laz unzipped his pants before getting in and forced Chris' head in his lap, chokcing him as he talked more shit inbetween moans. Laz: Taste this dick! That dick in your mouth is mine, all mine, just like you. You ain't shut but another hoe trying to make it. (as he furiously thrusted in Chris' face) Told your little friend that too. What's his name... oh yeah. Trey right? Trigga Trey? Your little boo thang? Yeah, I found out about everything between ya'll when you left my car that night. From ya'll fucking on the beach that night, yeah I sent Brynt and Last oh. Shit! Uh.. you always gave good head Chris.Even Soulja said so. He even said he liked how he busted all up on you,. Like I'm doing now.Shit! Right when Laz shot his first load, Chris took the keys to the car out of the ignition, and left Laz there, cumming all over his good suit. Laz was mad as hell. Chris ran down the parking lot as Laz tried to finishing cumming while putting on his pants, chasing him. Chris was putting on a show in that parking lot, like it was football. Chris swerving, ducking, dodging his way back to Laz's car. He zoomed pasted Laz, hopped in his car, started it, and pulled off, leaving Laz stranded at the studio. Laz chased him down the street as long as he could until he stopped, running out of breath. Laz: FUCK IT! I GOT PLANS FOR YOU BITCH! DON'T SHOW YOUR ASS IN AN EVENT AGAIN NIGGA! I GOT YOU! Chris laughed as he brushed it off, and kept driving. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Trey: So your Mike Storm? (they started walking down the hal) Mike: Yeah. I saw the event you had with my ex, and - Trey: Wait! Your ex? Mike: Yeah. We were dating. Sad Alonzo didn't speak of it, but I'm not surprised. Not every masculine man will admit they bottom sometimes. Trey: (shocked) Oh shit! Mike: Yeah. Some of these niggas that be talking so much shit really love a big dick up their ass. Trey: I know that's right (as he checked out Mike's dick) Mike: You wanna touch it? Trey: Hell yeah! (starts reaching for it, but Mike stops him) Mike: Can't now. Not the time or place. Trey: Fuck you mean?! This is a sex place. Mad niggas getting head. Mike: (shakes his head) You being the owner doesn't mean you can stop and get all the head you want. Plus, I had some already before I started patrolling. Trey: Patrolling? Mike: Yeah. I don't have enough for real Security to check so I do it. Make sure nobody is getting raped, or dead, or any other shit like that. Trey: So how do you keep this shit flowing? Mike: Clubs in the area sponsor enough to help keep it open, not secured. Trey: Don't you get money off this shit? Mike: Nope, since it's a free event. I thought about charging, but I need somebody handling that too, and nobody is going to sit there from 12am to 5am without having the tendency to fuck one of the guys enough to get all the cash and bring it up back. Trey: (thinks about it) How much would you charge? Mike: I know you can't do it, so don't even try. Trey: Whatchu mean I can't?! Mike: I seen your performance last night. Didn't say "No" to any of those guys. Trey: I was buzzed. Mike: Of course, the way you were taking them, and how you offered your mouth to me. Any hot thing you see, you throw yourself at either for the benefits or just doing it.Your not stable enough for the job. (walks to a near by window, scouting out) Trey: Oh come on man... Mike: Listen! If I offered to fuck you right here, and right now, raw, with no condom, would you say yes? (as his made his pecks bounce. Trey was just silent) Thought so.... So, are you hungry? Luckily, I had enough for a chef to cook for me. You can stay if you like. Trey: Na... I got some where to be. Mike: I don't know how your gonna get there with no cloths. Trey: Fuck you mean!? Mike: While you were getting piledrived into those cussions last night, Bow Wow took the liberty of tossing all your clohs out into the streets as he took off home. Trey: The fuck!? Mike: So yeah... I don't know how your getting home. Trey: Can you drive me? Mike: Yeah, but I'm not dressed nor done patroling yet. Once I do I'll take you home. Trey: Thanks.. So what do I do until then? Mike: Hell, you can either patrol with me, or fuck that nigga that's standing at the door way. Trey looks up and sees Robin Thicke at the doorway, stroking his dick as he walked up to him. Trey was being so tempted by both guys, he was already hard. It was hard not to pay attention to Mike though. Robin came up to him, and started singing "Shakin' it for Daddy" slowly but sexually in his ear as he convinced him to hold on to his dick while he stroked him. Trey smiled and stroked him back, but he looked at Mike that was looking at him, and he stopped. Trey: I can't! Robin, I can't. Robin: Fine. You had a tight ass anyways when we first fucked. Probably loose now. (as he tapped it) Trey: FUCK YOU! (pushes Robin) Mike: ENOUGH! Robin, keep fucking with him and you won't be staying here no more! I know you got problems with your girl but don't take it out on people (Robin walks away) Trey: Thanks man - Mike: Don't thank me. Know better then to let someone call you who they say you are and get offended by it. Just follow me. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris drove to a restaurant that night out in Beverly Hills. A sacrate spot where he can be alone with his thoughts, eat what he want, and just chill. He sat there with a glass of wine, eating bread sticks while waiting for his food, he looked forward and saw a very cute guy that was starring him down. He seen him before, but didn't know who he is but he wanted to try him, until somebody he knew scared him while sitting infront of him. Chris: What the fuck!? Pooch: He babe (reaches over the table, and gives him a kiss) Chris: Don't ever scare me like that dude. I was about to jump and - (notices Pooch stressing out) You arlight? Pooch: No. (stops the waiter) Give mea glass of your finest but strongest champaigne and a steak. Chris: What's wrong? Pooch: My wife is on her way here, and (whispers) I think she know we fucking! Chris: Wait! Your married? Pooch: No time - Hey hunny! Girl: Fuck that shit! You fucking him!? Pooch: (shocked) What? Girl: Don't lie to me! Becky told me that Salena said that Marissa told her that her twin Melissa seen you two having dinner one night when she was going out with Frankie on a date at the same restaurant, and saw you too kissing on the way tot he car, and taking off in it with each other! Is it true! Why am I hearing this!?!? Pooch: Baby calm down! Girl: No! I'm done with you! Your dead to me! Good bye! Adios! Don t call me either! (storms off) Pooch: (looks dead at Chris) Why you ain't say nothing!? The dick that good?! Chris: First of all I wasn't the one that was cheating. Second, that was your problem to deal with. Not mine. Third, I thought your ass was single, or at least dating?! Fuck this shit!! Chris got up quickly and tried to walk away when Pooch grabbed him by thw wrist. Chris tried to break free but that tightened Pooches grip even more. Chris: (quiet but angerly) Get off me. (Pooch doesn't) Get off me! Pooch: and what if I don't. Chris: (grabs his glass and splashes it in his face and smashes it over Pooches shoes.) That's what happens! and Chris stormed off, but someone followed behind him, and it wasn't Pooch. To Be Continued... If you have a response or any other singers/rappers/actors/athletes/models that's rare on here that's well-know, send your reply to (GayMaleSex_99@yahoo.com)