Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2001 22:52:54 +0000
From: Mike Green <greenpacey@hotmail.com>
Subject: Backstage with Eminem (Gay-Celebrity)

In short, this is fiction.  Nothing about it is more than fantasy, and that
includes the sexualities of all involved (real and imagined).  Don't bother
asking me as to why Carson Daly would even be logical to be at the scene in
this story or the motivations behind Eminem's willingness for sex with a
guy.  Sounded hot to me.  Usually that's enough.  This story is for mature
audiences, and such audiences that are fond of gay sex scenes.  If this
isn't you, I'm sure there's some bi or lesbian Britney Spears story out
there.  It's just not what I write.
Send e-mail to greenpacey@hotmail.com for whatever you want to say about
this and other works.  Negative or positive, let me know.
MTV holds all rights to the television show "FANatic" and it is used here
basically only as a premise.

Other stories by this author:
"Pacey's Desire" (Parts 1-3)
"Anything That Walks" (Unrelated -perhaps- Eminem story)

** This may very well become a series involving "FANatic" `backstagings'
with various celebrities and the everygayman.  Let me know if you think this
could work. **

And now our feature presentation---
"FANatic: BACKSTAGE WITH EMINEM"

	Eminem left the stage, tired but satisfied.  His crowd tonight was huge and
rowdy, with every last one of them chanting along.  His nineteen song set
was much longer than it usually was, but they had demanded more and Eminem
obliged them.  He was happy for his big success recently.  There were some
negative press comments and some organizations against him, but he just
didn't give a fuck.  If only they knew.
	Eminem had come to realize he was gay.  His upfront lyrics may have said he
was anti-gay, but he was most sincerely pro.  He knew that women didn't do
much for him and it was men that he desired.  He had made special
arrangements for tonight.  The show wasn't over yet.  He had promised MTV an
exclusive Carson Daly/FANatic episode with some fan.  He figured it was some
bimbo.  He was tired of pretending, but he needed to.  He was at the peak of
his career; he didn't want to risk that.
	He entered the dressing room and found Carson there.  He was wearing a
white dress shirt, unbuttoned with an undershirt beneath, and dark blue
jeans.  He looked damn fine.  Next to him was a young man, maybe twenty,
wearing a black shirt that said "Slim Shady" in blood-red letters.  He was
tall, around 5'11 and his eyes were crystal blue.  He also had jeans, and
sunglasses clipped on his collar.
	"Hey, Em, " said Carson in a friendly voice, his eyes trailing the sweaty
form of the white rapper.  His undershirt tank-top was identical to the one
Eminem was wearing.  He caught himself staring at Em's crotch.  Eminem,
while Carson had never attempted anything, was a secret crush of Carson's.
He often left meetings with the rapper extremely horny, straining to keep
his hard cock from being noticeable.
	"Yo, Cars, nice to see ya again." said Eminem, grinning, before turning to
the new boy beside him.  "You are?"
	"I'm Sean... I'ma big fan, uh...Mr..."
	"Just call me Slim..." smiled Eminem, as he pulled his sweaty undershirt
off, revealing his tattoos, and developed body. "...Everyone screams it." He
gave a kind of exaggerated laugh, as if to imply the screaming was mixed
with sexual moaning.
	"I'd love to... uh, call you that... Slim." the overexcited teenager
mumbled as Slim absentmindedly tossed his shirt into a corner and grabbed
his balls through his jeans.  Carson and Sean just stared.  Slim looked up,
as if he was about to speak, and saw them two of them staring.
	"Yo, damn, you guys in a fog... What's up witchu?"  He glanced down at
Sean's pants, seeing exactly at what was "up".  "Aw, shit, man... You got me
a queer to interview me, Cars?"
	"Geez, I didn't, uh..."
	"That's pretty hot." Slim grinned, flicking his tongue out between his
teeth.
	"What..?" asked Sean and Carson practically in unison.
	"Hey, fuck the show..." Eminem shrugged, "I'm horny, y'all seem horny...
lock the door, let's just do it."
	"Shit!" Sean exclaimed, running to lock the door.  Clearly a young man's
dreams would come true tonight.
	"You're legal, right?" Slim asked, fumbling with a hard mound in his jeans.
	"Yeah, like barely, though.  Turned eighteen last night.  Your concert was
a birthday present."
	"Oh, Carson, we got's us a young one here.  You cherry?"
	"Uh... I never fucked a guy before..." Sean mumbled, more than slightly
nervous.
	"You'll be fuckin' one by the end of the night, promise." Eminem teased,
sticking his hand and fondling himself inside his jeans.  "Gonna make you a
big slut.  At least gonna try."  Eminem turned to an aroused if a little
befuddled Carson Daly.  "Hey, Carson, them's pants ain't unbuttoning
themselves.  Get your ass out of those constrictions."
	Carson smiled in that slightly spaced-out, yet concentrated way and lifted
his shirt and undershirt off.  Inside his pants, his raging hard-on stabbed
the denim.  He loosened his belt, and let his pants gently slide off with
his shoes.  Carson, legs hairy and body seemingly the same in that
furry-but-not-too-much way.  His chest was well covered, yet not unsightly.
Maybe it was in comparison to Eminem's pale toned, hairless chest that made
Carson's toned, tanned furry chest seem so different.  Leading to a
well-tented pair of boxers was a treasure trail well worth a trip down.
	Sean removed his clothes in rapid speed.  Within seconds he had only socks
and his ass-hugging CK briefs on.  His tight package was even tighter in the
constrains of the moistening cotton.  He was muscular enough, looked like a
surfer boy, and was staring intently at his immense fortune before him.
	Eminem finally began to slacken his jeans down, his hard cock causing
momentary yet pretty pleasurable friction.  "Well, boys, boxers and briefs
down.  Dicks all around."  And so, Eminem removed his boxers and slid them
off his ankles.  He stood proud, a lean body, sprouting a eight and a half
inch cock.  He grabbed his shaft and balls and bit his lip rather lewdly.
"Whatcha got, punks?"
	Sean shyly pulled down his briefs to release a modest seven, maybe seven
and a half inch cock.  It still was nice to view, and was completely rigid,
almost rising up to his belly.
	Carson slid down his boxers to reveal his nine inch slab of meat, dripping
precum- the centerpiece to his patch of pubes and low balls.  He rubbed his
shaft hungrily with his palm.  He wanted this bad.
	Eminem whistled in approval of what he saw.  In fact he went over to Carson
and bent down.  He timidly poked his tongue around the head, tasting the
precum.  He let his tongue gather some of the sweet liquid and rolled it in
his mouth.  His mouth made a kiss pose and he planted it directly on the
head, gently spreading his lips apart as they descended upon this mushroom
head and thick shaft.
	Sean, not to be left out, pulled Eminem's hips back so Eminem was on his
all-fours.  He then proceeded to give Eminem's sculpted back and ass-cheeks
a bath. He tongued the little inlet at the bottom of his cheeks, trailed the
crack lightly and kissed and sucked erotically on Eminem's lower back and
dragged his lips over the trembling skin.  Eminem took such pleasure from
this and he jerked his back with quivers as he sucked on Carson's cock.
	Carson himself had a great view.  He could see Sean licking around Eminem's
back and slightly around his outer thigh, slowly gentling closer to the
inner flesh.  He felt Eminem's mouth on his pleased dick and bucked his hips
sporadically, amazed that the rapper before him could take most of it in,
and at least attempt to get it all.  He moaned loudly at Em's suction,
mumbling "Yes... Oh fucking suck that cock... take it all in... You like
that, don't you... I love your mouth sucking my prick like that.  Oh, you're
fucking awesome... suck me... yes... so hot... I wanna cum in your mouth,
Slim... I wanna feel my cock pulse and shoot hot cum down your throat... You
want my seed, doncha Shady... Taste my cum and... Oh!  Fuck, yes, I think
I'm gonna shoot..." So Carson started making incoherent sounds as Em did his
best to take him all in, sucking him hard and with almost a maddening
passion.
	"Ughhhhhhh that's fucking great!" Carson unloaded into Eminem with this
guttural force, and Eminem relaxed and let it spray his tonsils.  Em himself
bucked, and Sean snuck a hand around Eminem's prick and gently rolled his
fingers up and down.
	When Carson's orgasm subsided, he fell back, almost in a daze.  A trail of
cum seeped from Eminem's rewarded lips.  Sean let go of him and turned to
lick the cum off Em's chin.  Their tongues connected as they shared Carson's
seed.
	Carson, while significantly beat after the blowjob, was not out for the
count.  If anything, he was grateful and wanted to express his gratitude in
the most entertaining way possible.  He gently pushed Eminem on his back and
wrapped his lips around the precumming cock before him.  Not one who
couldn't handle two things at once, Eminem motioned for Sean to kneel before
his head and bend down so he could take Sean's dick into his mouth.  Sean
was only so glad to give it a shot.
	Carson, while not experienced in the art of sucking cock, tried to be
decent and from the moans from his target in-between slurps on Sean, he was
doing a fine job.  He was glad that while Eminem was long, he wasn't
extremely thick.  He was still amazed Eminem had been able to take his girth
of cock in so much stride.  Maybe Eminem was more experienced at dick than
he let on.
	Eminem, hot from the sucking he gave, was in no shape to resist cumming in
Carson's hot mouth.  He soon felt Sean's balls tense up and he let the cum
stream over in face and in his mouth.  He groaned and released his own cum
so Carson could swallow it all.  And swallow it all Carson did.
	Eminem got on all fours again.  "Sean... Like I said... you'd be fuckin a
guy before the night was through... Get's to fucking, babe."
	Sean, hard again, positioned himself behind Eminem, on his knees.  He
inserted his dick into Eminem, and they both sighed in pleasure.  Soon Sean
was fucking Eminem's ass rapidly, the only thing keeping Eminem's moans
quiet was Carson's lips.  He lay beneath Em and and deeply French-kissed him
as Sean plugged away.  Carson also took care of removing Sean's cum from the
blowjob on Eminem's face.
	Sean gave a huge groan and cam into Eminem.  The three, all thoroughly
exhausted from their activity, lay there, breathing heavily.  Eminem stood
up suddenly and walked over to a closet and grabbed a bathrobe.  "Okay,
guys... Clean up... It's late, I gotta get home.  I'll reschedule the
interview for tomorrow."
	After a quick threeway shower, resulting in Eminem cumming again, the three
parted ways - none of them really the same again.

The End.

* Thanks for reading - Remember to e-mail me your thoughts... Stay dirty. ;)
  - M.G. *