Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2003 14:47:00 -0800
From: Backlash29 x <backlash29@hotmail.com>
Subject: enrique-justin-eminem

Disclaimer: This story is about men having sex with men. If that's not your
thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has no
knowledge of Eminem's, Enrique Iglesias', or Justin Timberlake's sexuality,
and has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. Enjoy!

Author's note: This story describes a scene that I have wanted to include in
the last several chapters of my multi-part story "Ryan's Hole" but the right
place never seemed to present itself, so I've penned it here as a
stand-alone tale. Many thanks to JohnBlaze5880 for his encouragement to
develop this idea!

ENRIQUE - JUSTIN - EMINEM

by Backlash29

"Where the hell is Justin?"

Enrique asked the question out loud, even though there was no one nearby to
hear him. The anticipation was driving him crazy. His twitching butthole
needed to get plowed by Justin's mammoth cock, pronto.

The lights were dim, the champagne was chilling on a bed of rapidly melting
ice. Outside the wind and rain pounded the glass walls of the luxury hotel.
Enrique paced the suite, thirty stories above Paris, impatient. This day had
been especially hard to plan: He knew Justin was needed in London all week
and could only fly down for a few hours, and Enrique himself was flying to
another part of France in the morning for the next stop on his tour. That
left only a few precious hours for him to get what he needed: Justin
Timberlake, fucking his brains out, as he did so masterfully and so often,
right here in Enrique's hotel king-sized bed.

Enrique craved nothing more at that moment than to get his ass pumped full
of Justin's superstar cream.

Just the thought of Justin and his giant rod made Enrique's stomach flutter,
and set his asshole quivering instinctively. Enrique was a heartthrob and a
celebrity, but he was also a sex-hungry latin male whore. All day and night,
even when he was on stage or doing interviews, he dreamed about cock:
sucking it, licking the shaft, sliding his asshole onto it. His male pussy
loved the feel of a big cock, and especially, fresh cum.

Justin met his needs at least once per week, at least when they were both in
town, or touring in nearby parts of the world. Ever since he had first
discovered the delights of Justin's twelve-inch rod more than one year
earlier, he had come to crave it, to the point of salivating every time he
knew the time was near when Justin would be riding his ass, bouncing that
thick tube of boy-flesh nice and hard in and out of his moist, brown
puckered hole. Justin was a natural. No one fucked Enrique's male pussy
quite as passionately, nor with as much tireless strength and youthful
vigor. Sure, there were plenty of others he could turn to for getting his
needs met--sexy boys were everywhere Enrique went, including a posse of 6 or
8 of them who traveled with him constantly for sexual purposes, and on
average Enrique's mouth-hole and asshole got filled with ten or more creamy
loads of jism per day--but these sessions with Justin were unique.

Maybe it was the way Justin's cock was always noticeably hard, even before
he took his clothes off, as soon as Enrique saw him walk into the room. Or
maybe it was the sheer bravado that the young blond hunk had during sex,
fucking Enrique in every position, cumming five or six times per session,
always taking care to make sure Enrique's tender lips or hungry asshole took
in every drop. And of course, the lad's penchant for dirty talk didn't hurt
either. There was nothing more blissful to Enrique than hunching on his
knees, or lying back and hugging his shins to his chest, as Justin plowed
his huge log-shaped torpedo in and out of his ass, the whole time telling
him what a pathetic chico faggot he was, how he loved big gringo cocks, how
his cummy little boy-twat needed sperm sprayed into it every chance it got,
how he'd do anything Justin said for more of his monster cock, if only
Justin would give his hot faggot ass what they both knew it deserved.

Indeed, Justin's boy-next-door image faded when he got to the bedroom. He
was a severe and demanding top, always pushing into Enrique's asshole
without any warm-up and pummeling that hairy man-cunt until it swallowed all
of his juicy loads. If Enrique didn't think to prime his hole with lube
prior to their meeting, Justin generally banged it dry, pausing only to spit
down onto his cock on those rare occasions when the latin hunk's ass wasn't
already filled with enough sperm to coat his big dick on the first few
strokes.

Enrique loved submitting to Justin. They always started out with a good,
hot, sloppy blowjob, delivered to Justin's turgid knob by Enrique from a
subservient kneeling position. As Enrique made oral love to the giant dick,
his pure white puppy-dog eyes would peer up from his sweet brown face,
gazing on Justin's sexy torso and handsome features. He sucked dutifully and
lovingly on the giant erection as Justin would grind it all the way in and
out of his face in long, steady strokes. Then--sometimes after dropping a
load in Enrique's hungry gullet, sometimes not--the fucking would start. In
earnest. Justin fucked Enrique so hard right off the bat that the latin slut
was always out of breath within the first few minutes, and could only do his
best to hang onto his wits until the first orgasm escaped up his ass. After
that, their pace was more leisurely, but still energetic, with Enrique
crying and moaning, begging for more, and Justin giving it to him again and
again, the whole time telling him what a pathetic whore he was for loving
cock so much.

Enrique couldn't stand waiting any longer. Justin was more than an hour
late. He pulled off his silky pants, which he'd been fondling himself
through for the last hour anyway, and threw them in a ball at the foot of
the bed. Then he crawled into the overstuffed chair next to the window,
spreading his legs wide onto the arms of the chair on either side. This was
the position in which he was most aroused and most relaxed: On his back, his
legs spread and elevated, his hungry asshole exposed. He started gently
stroking his brown 9-inch rod, not wanting to spoil himself before Justin
arrived but no longer able to resist touching it, flesh to flesh. As he
slowly pulled on the cock with his right hand, he sent his left hand down
underneath, past the soft forest of pubes, and on down to his hairy
sphincter. He knew he had a sexy love-button; Justin and others told him
this all the time. It fit perfectly in the crease between his melon cheeks,
and wisps of brown hair surrounded it. It was a tantalizing meal for all the
men he met who loved to suck ass, and it was a primo destination for the
big, hard cocks he took on a daily basis.

He wet a few of his fingers on his left hand and slithered the first one
inside. His hole took the finger easily, and the sensation of touching
himself there made Enrique sigh loudly with pleasure and surprise. His
finger made it in to the first knuckle, then the second, and then he
withdrew it again. His cock spat a wad of natural lube onto his sexy belly.
Then he pushed the finger in again, and pulled it out. He continued this,
again and again, finger-banging his own hot asshole, wishing it were
Justin's cock, any cock, any hot man with a big fleshy dick to drill into
his slutty little cunt. He craved cock so badly! He'd been fucked that
morning by a trio of the hottest studs from his entourage, and each stud had
cum in Enrique's ass three times, but that was hours ago, and now he needed
it again...and again and again...

A loud knock startled him suddenly. Someone was at the door. Finally, Justin
had arrived! Strange, though, because Justin never usually bothered to
knock. Enrique always instructed to have an extra key ready for Justin when
he arrived, so that he could walk directly into the latin hunk's suite and
not interrupt Enrique, who was, at the time, often in the process of getting
fucked by somebody else. So why did he...

Not thinking clearly, Enrique bolted out of the chair and went to the door
to open it. As soon as he did so, and noticed it wasn't Justin, he panicked:
He was half-naked and fully aroused, exposing himself to...whom? Hotel
staff? The media? Worse?

Then, a half-second later, his panic dissipated as he recognized the sexy
young visitor. He wore his trademark street gear: baggy jeans, cotton
jersey, and backward cap covering his blond buzzcut. Eminem!

"Marshall," Enrique said, slightly stunned. They had last seen each other a
month or so before, at some awards banquet back in the states. "What's...the
deal?"

Eminem was looking Enrique up and down, amused. "Just in the neighborhood,
and when I was checking in, my tour manager told me they'd put you and me up
at the same hotel," he said, grinning and stepping forward. He grabbed
Enrique's dripping hard-on and gave it a tug. "Looks like I got here at a
good time," he said, and immediately fell to his knees, sucking the
gorgeous, slightly-curved bone into his talented mouth.

It took all of ten seconds for Enrique to reconcile the titillation and the
danger of this absurd scene. He was standing in the doorway of a Paris hotel
room, in plain sight of anyone who wandered by, getting head from Eminem!
And as good as the sucking felt on his aching knob, he had to abruptly
withdraw his cock and pull his friend inside. As he did so, a long strand of
spit connected Eminem's mouth to Enrique's engorged dick. Eminem wiped his
mouth on his sleeve with a smile as he stood and entered, shutting the door
behind him.

"Alright, little buddy,"  he growled playfully, pushing Enrique backward
repeatedly until they had moved across the large suite and approached the
king-sized bed. With a final shove, he made Enrique land on the mattress,
among the dozen or so pillows that covered the bedspread, and instantly
Eminem started removing his own clothes. "I've heard you like it nasty, you
hot little pussy-boy. That right?"

"Oh fuck yes," Enrique said breathlessly, in awe of Eminem's body as he
started to disrobe.  He couldn't believe that he was finally going  to get
ass-fucked by this magnificently fine young hunk. "I'm a slut for big cocks,
Marshall. I've wanted to feel you up in me all these years. Please use my
asshole, I need it bad!"

"You got it, ya little cunt." Eminem had pulled off his jersey, exposing his
well-gymmed bronze chest, and was now kicking aside his jeans. He wore
nothing underneath, and his proud ten-inch cock was already rock-hard and
dripping with juices, ready to invade Enrique's most private parts. "I've
wanted to fill your pussy with my cock and cum for a long time, too. Can't
wait to get inside you and show you how it feels!"

"Oh yes-s-s, man..." Enrique collapsed backward on the mattress as he felt
his luscious friend get onto the bed with him. Eminem crawled forward until
he straddled Enrique's body at mid-chest. He reached behind himself and
grabbed Enrique's cock, still wet with his spit, and pulled on it, up and
down, making Enrique moan. The cock was engorged and thick, almost as big as
Eminem's own baby-maker. For a fleeting second, Eminem considered what it
might feel like to feel Enrique's monster bone filling up his hot white ass.
He secretly liked to get fucked as much as Enrique did. But it was clear
that Enrique wanted a cock in his hole as soon as possible, so Eminem
decided the rest of it could wait until later.

"You like that, you horny little slut? Is your dick about ready to explode?"
he sneered.

"Oh god, yes, Marshall..." Enrique moaned. His sexy eyes were mostly shut as
he moaned at the sensation of this perfect stud sitting on his midsection
and hand-jobbing his turgid prick. Through the narrow slits he focused on
Eminem's gorgeous form, all those years of going to the gym paying off on
his lithe, compact frame. And the intense, pouting gaze in his fiery eyes
set off his blond buzz-cut perfectly. Enrique had no doubt that this
growling little ball of white hot energy could give his aching asshole the
fucking of his life.

"Tell me what you want, cunt," Eminem baited him.

"I want.." Enrique panted. "I want you...inside me..."

"Where, cunt?"

"In my ass...up inside me, in my pussy-hole...I want to feel your cock
stretch me open..."

"Yeah, bitch, I know you do." Eminem continued pulling on Enrique's cock a
moment longer, then scooted ahead slightly, lining up his crotch with the
latin hunk's dreamboat face until his balls were just below Enrique's chin.
Instinctively, Enrique opened his mouth and extended his tongue,
anticipating Eminem's shaft wanting entrance to his talented face-cunt. But
Eminem merely slapped his rock-hard tube of flesh against the eager slut's
open mouth, his lips, and the cheeks on either side. "You wanna suck me,
bitch?"

"Yes sir, yes Marshall...I would love to drink the cum from that dick,"
Enrique blurted out, breathless.

Eminem laughed callously. "Which is it, you disgusting little cunt? Do you
want my cum in your mouth, or in your asshole?" When Enrique didn't respond
right away, Eminem pushed himself forward over the boy's face, and his fat
cock went directly into Enrique's mouth and down his throat. "OK, pussy-boy,
I'll fuck you this way for now, but you can bet my load is going up your ass
before too long."

Enrique merely hummed and whimpered his eager response, as his lips and
tongue went to work on his blond friend's enormous shaft. It tasted as
wonderful and felt as huge as he'd always hoped it would. Splurt after
splurt of fresh pre-cum shot from the tip of it, disappearing into the latin
singer's sexy tummy. Enrique savored every drop. With both hands, he cupped
Eminem's hard, round ass-cheeks, pulling the big schlong further and further
into him. He didn't have to bother, though. Eminem had the power to thrust
deeper into Enrique's mouth and throat than just about any cock he'd ever
taken--and thrust he did, power-fucking Enrique's hungry, sucking face with
earnest aggression.

After a few minutes of face-fucking the hot singer's sexy pie-hole, Eminem
felt an orgasm rumbling, and he knew there was a better place for shooting
it than in Enrique's mouth. The reports Eminem had heard from others who had
ass-fucked Enrique were legendary. His hole, they said, was soft and wet and
tight, all at the same time. Enrique consumed cocks and cum in his ass
voraciously, and was well-known in celebrity circles for being a hot,
insatiable fuck--right up there with Ryan Phillippe, Ben Affleck, Freddie
Prinze Jr., Ricky Martin, and those sluts in O-Town (all five of the O-Town
boys were getting dicked up their asses, every morning noon and night). But
Enrique, he'd heard, could hold his own with these power-bottoms. Now it was
Eminem's turn to see what the fuss was about.

He pulled out of Enrique's sucking mouth, leaving the boy panting and
breathless. "Roll over, fuck," he commanded. "I wanna breed your ass like a
stud dog breeds his bitch."

Enrique spun excitedly onto his stomach. "Oh fuck yes, Marshall, sir," he
begged. "I'm your bitch, Marshall. I want to feel your sperm inside me.
Breed me, you hot fucking stud. Fuck my hot hole."

Eminem surveyed the backside of his friend's body with admiration. Enrique's
back was firm and muscular, in an understated, sexy way, and the fine little
globes of his ass were hard and hairy, ready to be fucked. Eminem instantly
dropped down and drove his face between them, sampling Enrique's love hole,
tonguing the puckered button, making the bottom whore squirm on the bed in
anticipation. He tasted vestiges of sperm from another encounter. God knows
whom it was with. From what he'd heard about Enrique's promiscuous ways,
he'd probably been ass-fucked by several guys in his entourage already that
day, taking two or three loads from each. Eminem loved the taste of a fresh,
hot asshole, especially one with other dudes' tasty cum inside.

"Oh yeah," Enrique moaned, as Eminem's tongue lashed back and forth inside
his asshole. "Eat that hole, Marshall. Suck out all that cum!"

"Mmm-mm-mrff..." Eminem grunted, his deep voice vibrating against the lips
of Enrique's lovely pucker. After a few minutes of this, he pulled back and
exclaimed breathlessly: "Fuck, you gotta sexy hole."

Enrique was nearly delirious from the fantastic verbal assault on his hole.
"Yeah stud," he purred to his companion. "I bet you want to fuck it now?
Don't you? Please, Marshall, don't make me wait...fill my sweet little brown
hole with your big cock! It's nice and wet now...I want to feel you plow
your way inside!"

"Fuckin' right I will, little man-cunt. Your ass is all mine." Eminem reared
up on his haunches, as Enrique fidgeted on the bed, wiggling his ass back
and forth, anticipating the deep poking it was about to receive. Eminem had
been gently beating off his cock as he rimmed out his buddy's asshole, but
he hadn't dared stroke it too intensely, lest he lose his wad of cum before
getting a chance to put it inside Enrique. Now, he pointed his dripping
hard-on at the latin boy's well-licked pucker, laid the fat tip of it on his
hole, and plunged all the way inside.

"FU-U-U-UCKK!" Enrique yelled into the hotel room. Eminem grabbed a pillow
from next to the bottom's head and threw it down at him. Enrique accepted
it, and pushed his face into it, muffling the loud groans of ecstasy. His
cries were garbled with his face in the pillow, but it was clear to Eminem
that this horny little bitch definite loved getting porked full of his
mighty cock.

"Yeah, bitch...yeah, you fuckin' slut...you love it, I know..." he muttered
as immediately starting deep-dicking Enrique's hungry ass. "Oh
yess-s-s-s...oh baby, that cock feels so good up inside you, don't it? Don't
it, you fuckin' bitch? You been wanting ol' Marshall's knob in this pretty
asshole for a long fuckin' time...?"

Enrique had to respond. He pulled his face out of the pillow, turned his
head, and shot back: "Oh yes, baby! Ooooooh, your cock feels so good...I
love being fucked by you, Marshall...your big dick feels so-o-o-oo good
inside my hole! Fuck me hard, faster! I need it...I love it...please,
Marshall,  use my pretty ass..."

Eminem continued slamming his gigantic, thick, vein-popping pre-cum-oozing
horse-dick in and out of Enrique's pussy. He looked down at the place where
his cock was going in and out of the slut's hole, and his face broke into an
evil smile. He loved seeing hot boys take his big ol' wang. His huge dick
looked so fuckin' good as he slid it in and out of this bitch's talented
hole. Every time the cock emerged, covered in pre-cum and ass-juices, coated
with the cum of previous tops who had used this same slut earlier in the
day--every time it appeared he would take in the sight of it for a split
second before watching it disappear once again into the warm, sticky
love-chute.

"Yes!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." Enrique sobbed.

Both young men were making such a commotion that they didn't hear the outer
door of the suite open and shut, nor did they see or sense the figure
approaching their bed until they heard a soft, familiar voice:

"Looks like you couldn't wait around for me, Enrique!"

Startled, Marshall stopped fucking. Both he and Enrique turned their heads
to see Justin, dressed in dark clothes and a wet jacket but quickly
undressing to join them.

"Justin, man!" Eminem said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Justin had his shirt off by now, and was opening his tight black pants. "Are
you kidding? I fuck this slut every chance I get. We have a standing
agreement, whenever our tour dates put us near each other we meet up, and I
bone the hell out of his sloppy little butthole..." --he removed the pants
and underwear, displaying perhaps the most perfect and enormous cock Eminem
had ever seen-- "...with this."

Eminem's jaw dropped. "Ho-ly...SHIT!!" Incredulous, he looked down at
Enrique, who was grinning and licking his chops. "I can see why you were so
horny when I got here, little fella!"

"Yeah," Enrique sighed, clenching his asshole erotically onto Eminem's huge
knob while motioning Justin onto the bed. Justin complied, putting his giant
cock within arm's reach of both studs. Enrique grabbed it and started
pumping. "Don't worry, Marshall, your sweet dick feels great inside me, but
this is the one I was waiting around for when you happened to arrive!"

"Yeah, my bad," Justin said. "We were delayed because of the storm, and they
wouldn't let me use my cell phone on the plane. Sorry to make you wait,
angel-pussy. Looks like you made good use of the time!"

Eminem was still in awe at Justin's massive bat-shaped cock. It was well
over eleven inches long, pushing closer to twelve. He'd only seen a few
cocks that massive in his life, and none of them he could remember as being
as beautiful and flawless overall as this one. How could he not have
known...?

Justin climbed fully onto the bed and positioned himself with his back to
the headboard so that Enrique's face was in his crotch directly, and he
could make eye contact with the sexy Eminem while being blown by Enrique. He
was ready for some of the latin pussy-boy's expert head, and to indicate
this, he slapped his terrific hard-on a few times against Enrique's face,
hitting the cheeks on either side.

"Just keep fucking my asshole, baby," Enrique called back to Eminem, pushing
his ass back forcefully against Eminem's crotch. Eminem's cock felt bigger
and harder than ever--probably in reaction to Justin's arrival--and he
wanted to jump-start the blond hunk so they could resume their fuck, and so
that after that Enrique would finally have Justin's cock in his ass to
replace Marshall, just as he'd been craving all day.

Eminem obeyed this order, and resumed pile-driving in and out of Enrique's
beautiful, insatiable rear-end. He grabbed Enrique's ass-cheeks firmly in
each hand for better leverage as he began throttling full-force in and out
of the hungry hole. He wouldn't last long, and he knew it. Enrique took his
fuck expertly, moaning "Yes...yes..." and then, to Eminem's surprise,
Enrique took Justin' log-like dick in his mouth--and all the way down his
throat. It was a sight to behold. This slut had no gag reflex any more, and
could deep-throat huge cocks like it was nothing. As Eminem pounded his
hole, Enrique merely hummed and grunted as he slobbered his way up and down
Justin's incredible manhood.

The three of them were a superstar fuck-machine of boy-band heartthrobs. It
was a sight to behold. Just when Eminem was sure he couldn't hold out any
longer, he looked away from the bed and into the mirror over the dresser to
one side. The glass perfectly framed them, three hot guys, all fucking, a
darker boy in the middle on his knees getting his slutty holes banged by two
blond hunks on either end. It was too much to bear, and with a roar, Eminem
let his balls explode and shot a gallon of sperm up in Enrique's butthole.

"Oo-o-ooh, yes baby, fill me up..." Enrique whimpered, momentarily spitting
out Justin's huge cock. But a second later, an impatient Justin was shoving
it all back in again, choking the slut, and so Enrique could only moan in a
garbled tone as he felt the exquisite, warm flow of cum escaping into his
horny rectum. Eminem's cock just kept shooting and shooting. He must have
been saving that load for a while, Enrique figured. Or maybe he always came
this much...? Either way, it felt fantastic. All that hot jock seed flying
out of Eminem's baby-maker, all those sweet little Marshall babies swimming
up his ass...

"My turn," Justin said a minute later, abruptly withdrawing his footlong
dick from Enrique's face and making his way to the foot of the bed. "Move
over, stud. I've been craving this butt all day."

Eminem reluctantly pulled his half-deflated cock out of Enrique's rectum and
moved aside. Before any of the fresh cum he'd shot could follow, however,
Justin quickly got in position and stuck the knob of his dick inside to plug
the opening. Even the head of Justin's cock was thicker than Eminem's
impressive shaft, and so Enrique grunted a little at the added intrusion.
Then, in one glorious move, Justin pushed forward and speared the whole
length of his enormous cock into Enrique's waiting hole.

"Aaa-aa-aa-AA-AAAIII-III...!!" Enrique screamed. He'd felt Justin's cock up
his horny love chute more times than he could count, and yet his asshole
never quite got used to the size of it. Every encounter he experienced the
pain and the bliss of being utterly filled by this amazing stud.
Immediately, he was panting, out of breath. "Oh fuck...oh holy fuck Justin,
that is such a huge fuckin' pole..."

"Shut the fuck up, slut," Justin growled, slapping hard against the side of
Enrique's voluptuous ass. "You love this dick and you know it. You get it
every week, sometimes more." Then, to emphasize his point, he immediately
started sawing in and out of Enrique's hole in long, gliding strokes. As
Enrique once again pushed his face into a pillow to mute his tortured,
blissful cries, Justin continued. "Shit, with all those other studs who fuck
you regularly, you must get, like, over ten feet total of fresh cock up this
asshole every week. And they all fuck you multiple times. What's eleven or
twelve more inches from me?"

Enrique was deaf to this teasing. He focused only on the amazing sensation
of Justin's cock moving in and out of his hole. Cock and sperm. Cock and
sperm. Moments like this were his whole reason for being alive. To Enrique,
there was nothing better on earth than being on your stomach in a faraway
hotel room, getting your ass filled with cock and sperm by two famous nasty
blond hunks sporting huge, pile-driving dicks.

For his part, Eminem couldn't agree more. Even though he had just cum in
Enrique's voracious ass, his cock was hard within seconds, painfully hard,
and watching Justin casually stuffing his inhuman log in and out of the
latin slut's back door was pushing him closer to the need to get off. He
could cum again, soon.

He started to move toward Enrique's face, but Justin reached out and stopped
him. "I'm gonna blow in a sec," Justin said. "When I do, you can get in his
ass again. He likes it that way, one right after the other. Just make sure
to get your cock in his hole before any of the cum leaks out. Let's get it
as full as we can."

And so Eminem contented himself by simply kneeling next to Justin, inches
away from the action, and jerking himself off. Soon he felt the need to
steady himself, and so he reached out--first for Justin's shoulder, and
then, feeling daring, putting his palm on Justin's ass. It was such a sweet
ass. He'd heard it got poked regularly, as well. But he didn't know how
often, or by what types of men. Maybe...?

Justin felt Eminem's hand on his ass, gripping it as it undulated and flexed
with every thrust he made into Enrique's bottomless hole. This was a true
bonus: usually when he fucked Enrique they were both rushed from traveling,
and so no one else was around. When someone did join them, it was usually
just one of the hot circuit boys from one of their entourages, or
occasionally (back in the N'Sync days) another member of Justin's band. Here
and now, it was Eminem, one of the hottest studs out there, feeling him up
and jerking off as he fucked into the slut's latin ass, Eminem's breath so
close he could feel its warmth on his shoulder.

Just as he was beginning to slip into the trance of his orgasm, Justin
turned his face slowly toward Eminem and gave him a lustful look. Eminem
took the bait, and leaned forward to plant on Justin's lips and firm yet
tender kiss. This tentative kiss led immediately to a deeper one, and within
moments they were making out passionately, as Justin continued thrusting,
and Eminem's hand made its way into Justin's crack and his middle finger
pried into Justin' anus. It was all too much, and as Justin grunted into
Eminem's mouth, his cock exploded, and he shot ropes and ropes of pent-up
jism into Enrique's fabulous butt.

"Yes baby, oh yes Justin..." Enrique moaned. "Fill me up, stud, I want to
feel all that load getting pumped into my hole...spray it in there! Yeah!
Fuck me deeper, harder, give it all to me! I love your cum!"

When Justin was done shooting, he looked at Eminem and raised his eyebrows.
"You ready to go again?"

"Fuck yes, bro," Eminem said. His ten-inch cock pointed straight up,
nuzzling his lower chest.

Justin used his half-hard dick to make a few last parting shots into
Enrique's ass. "Cool, get ready." He pulled out and moved aside to let
Eminem regain the coveted position of fucking Enrique's bent-over hole. Go
for it. He's a total cum-dump, man. Let's fill his hole until there's
nothing left to give him. Deal?"

"Deal," Eminem agreed, working his knob into Enrique's pussy-hole. It was
moist and stretched now, and accepted his big cock easily. As Eminem slid it
in, it pushed through all the sticky cum that he and Justin had shot in the
slut's hole already. "Jesus, it's like fuckin' a stick of butter," he said,
chuckling.

"Yeah, I know," Justin said. "Get in there now, really fuck him. Bang his
hot ass, as hard as you can. This bitch fuckin' loves it, as hard as you can
dish it out. Go on, fuck his hole. Work on spraying another gooey load in
there. I bet you're good for one or two more, even after this one, right?"

Eminem wasn't sure, but he was ready to find out. He fucked and fucked and
fucked Enrique's hole, and shot another load of cum up into it less than ten
minutes later. This load felt even bigger than the last one, and after he'd
spent his last drop and moved aside for Justin to take his turn, Eminem
realized that his cock had not gone soft at all. He was getting addicted to
this latin pussy-boy and his amazing cunt-hole.

Justin was soon railing in and out of it himself, grabbing Enrique's hips
and throttling his hole for all he was worth. He held out a little longer
than Eminem had on his second turn, but not much. Soon he was spraying his
own load of little boy-band babies all over inside Enrique's cum-filled
tunnel.

As he pulled out of the slut's asshole this time, Justin decided a change of
position was in order. "Let's get this horny fucker on his back," he said to
Eminem. "Then we can fuck him for hours, and the jizz is less likely to leak
out of his hole."

"Sounds good," Eminem said, helping Justin turn Enrique's lithe, beautiful
body over and lift his sexy legs.

Enrique had drifted into a daze of sheer bliss. He tolerated them moving his
body around, knowing that whatever position he ended up in would be fine
with him, as long as he was getting fucked. And, for the next few hours,
that's what happened. After their first two orgasms, the boys were slower in
shooting their cum, but they never went soft, and they never seemed to lose
interest in drilling madly into his divine little latin ass. As Enrique lay
on his back, he writhed from side to side on the bed, begging constantly in
low tones for more, more cock, harder, deeper, please...please...fill me up
with cock and cum...

Eventually the boys got to the point where they had no more cum to
give...or, to be precise, they were fatigued from the aggressive act of
power-fucking this insatiable slut, and they wore themselves out before they
could wrest another load of jism from their loins. So, to keep their slut
happy, they continued trading off, fucking Enrique deep and hard, but
without the focus on spreading their seed inside him. Justin assumed a
position where he lay behind Enrique in "spoon" fashion, keeping most of his
huge dick solidly buried in Enrique's cunt but gently moving the last three
or four inches in and out, to keep the latin hunk's prostate and butt-ring
stimulated, and to keep his ass feeling full. Eminem took a cue from this
also, and also fucked their whore on his side, but Eminem's position was
different: He straddled one of Enrique's legs while holding the other one
over his shoulders, and pummeled his asshole in quick, short, lively
strokes.

Finally, all three men were exhausted. They curled into a heap on the
king-sized bed and dozed. Eminem woke first, nearly an hour later, and
inches from his face he saw the awesome sight of Justin's mighty cock,
covered in cum and nearly fully hard, even though Justin himself was still
asleep. Instinctively, Eminem took the cock into his mouth and started
sucking. He'd seen Enrique deep-throat this entire snake in one try; now he
wanted to see if he himself could achieve this same talent. It took a few
attempts, but eventually he found the right position and technique for
getting the whole twelve inches into his mouth and down his throat. As he
started to move up and down the shaft, Justin's body shifted, as the
superhung blond awoke.

"Fuck, Em..." Justin said in a sweet, groggy voice. "You're pretty good at
that, too." Eminem continued administering fantastic head to him for several
more minutes, until Justin was finally fully awake, and came up with another
idea. "Tell you what, dude...why don't you let me fuck you with it?"

Eminem swooned. Without consciously acknowledging it, he suddenly knew this
was what he'd wanted all afternoon. "Abso-fuckin'-lutely, my man," he said.
"How do you want to do it?"

"On your knees, Marshall." This came from Enrique, who was now awake as well
and smiling at the other two. "That way you can give my ass a cleaning with
your tongue at the same time. You like felching fresh cum out of my sweet
butthole, don't you, Marshall?"

"I fuckin' love it!" Eminem growled happily, and assumed the position
between Enrique's spread thighs as Justin started lining up with Eminem's
plush ass from behind. "I know I got off five times in here, and I think
Justin beat me by one..."

"So that's eleven loads of fresh hot sperm, ready for you to eat out of my
ass," Enrique said, getting more aroused as he heard himself say the words.
He lifted his slender, dark legs until his knees were at his chest, and
began beating off. "Start licking, stud. I want to see your pretty face down
there, slurping all those sweet babies out of my pussy, while Justin here
re-shapes that hot ass of yours with his enormous prick!"

With a sigh and then a deep breath, Eminem did just that--he dove right in
to Enrique's slutty pussy and began eagerly drinking out all the sperm. He'd
done this plenty of times before, and knew the best technique: Jam two
fingers in and out of the hole about a half-dozen times, to plunge out the
cum that is furthest back in the rectum. Then, stick your face in and start
lapping, as if it were a female cooze.

Eminem had just started taking in the river of spooge, on his tongue, in his
mouth, and down his gullet, when he suddenly felt the reality of Justin's
monstrous cock poking around his backdoor. Justin had rimmed his hot hole
and added a generous dollop of KY jelly from the nightstand, but it was
still going to be a monumental challenge to get all twelve inches inside. He
took deep breaths as he ate Enrique's pussy, and vowed to relax and be
patient. He knew taking all of Justin's cock and fuck would be worth it.

First, Justin fit the head inside. Fuck, it was huge. Eminem tried to recall
the last time he'd had a cock even close to this size in his asshole. It had
been several months, he was sure. Probably back when Marky-Mark fucked him,
or the Carlson twins. But he wanted it now, so he withstood the initial pain
and tried to relax his anal ring. Then he called back to Justin: "OK stud,
I'm ready. Give me more."

Justin pushed in with the first third of the cock, then the next third, and
finally--after about ten minutes of writhing and back-and-forth--his whole
cock was finally in. For Eminem, this was a great accomplishment. As he went
back to lapping at the cum escaping from the latin slut's pussy-hole, he
reflected in awe on the huge cock that was inside him. This enormous cock he
had held in both hands, that looked almost the size and thickness of a
baseball bat, was now fully installed in his own male pussy. He loved it.
And the stud attached to it was none other than that sexiest of all boy-band
motherfuckers, Justin Timberlake. He was taking Justin Timberlake's
twelve-inch cock in his ass. It was all the way in there, splitting him in
half, and in mere seconds it was going to give him the hottest fucking of
his happy young life.

"Oh yes, oh god, do it Justin..." he begged, pulling his face away from
Enrique's leaking twat.

"Don't stop! Don't stop licking me, Marshall!" Enrique shrieked. "I want to
feel your tongue all the way in me while Justin here fucks you with his
gigantic pole!"

Obediently, Eminem stuck his face back into Enrique's cum-tunnel. The dark
brown hairs around it made it every bit as sexy and delicious as any cunt
he'd ever sucked on, male or female. And then he felt it: Justin was
withdrawing his giant dick, getting ready to fuck him hard. A second later,
Justin's cockhead popped out of his ass, and their was a brief whoosh of air
up his widened chute, only to be plugged a second later by the huge prick
going back in. Re-entry was fantastic, and he fully relaxed into his rim-job
as Justin set to work getting out one last deep-ass fucking for the day.

Justin loved banging Eminem's pussy. He always knew the tough little hunk
was a sucker for big dicks. He'd heard the stories about him getting fucked
by every well-hung stud around. He'd known it would only be a matter of time
before Eminem was swinging on Justin's rod, and loving it just as much as
every other cock-hungry bitch in the business.

"Yeah, Em, take that bone," he muttered softly. "You love big dicks like
this one, don'tcha. You're nothing but a slutty little whore for cocks and
cum, just like Enrique here. Isn't that right?"

In response, Eminem simply murmured something unintelligible into Enrique's
ass.

Justin wasn't satisfied by this. He reached down and grabbed Eminem's blond
hair and pulled his face out of the slut's ass, so he could speak. "I didn't
quite catch that, Em. What did you say?"

Eminem was groaning loudly, from the agony and ecstasy of the huge cock
pile-driving his ass. "I...uh...oh yes, fuck me...please..."

"Are you a whore? Are you a whore for cocks, like Enrique here?"

Eminem knew the answer, but hesitated. To egg him on, Justin made several
extra-deep, extra-hard lunges into his ass. Eminem screamed in response, and
Justin repeated his query.

"Answer me, cunt. Are you a horny little slut, like our friend Enrique?"

"Yess-s-s-s!!" Eminem hissed.

"Say it, bitch! Tell us what you are!"

"I'm a fuckin' whore, Justin...I love your huge cock...I worship it...I want
more, I want you to fuck me with it again and again...I want to feel your
huge loads of cum squirting into me all day and all night, every day, every
night...I'm your slave...please fuck me, please use me, over and over,
whenever the fuck you want!"

Satisfied, Justin let Eminem's face drop back down to servicing Enrique's
cunt. Justin's legs and ass were tired from so much activity that day, but
he was spurred on by Eminem's new subservience. This could come in very
handy in the future...another slut besides Enrique to take his cock and
loads whenever he wanted. Maybe he could coordinate more of these trips with
Eminem's tour schedule as well...

Enrique, from his vantage point, merely relaxed and smiled. He had been
well-used, and he was happy about it. And now one of his sexy tops was being
initiated as a slutty little whore-bottom, just like him. He didn't mind.
There was plenty of Justin's hot cock to go around, and plenty of others, as
well. Enrique had shot two wads onto himself earlier, without even touching
his cock, as Justin and Marshall had tag-team fucked him full of their
eleven loads. Now, he lazily jerked off his hard cock to the feel of
Marshall's tongue on his tender hole. He knew he would shoot one last load
today in this position.

Meanwhile, Eminem fervently french-kissed Enrique's pussy while taking the
incessant pounding from Justin's throbbing baby-maker. It's the best day of
my life, he thought. Soon Justin is going to cum all over inside me, but
until then, I get to take his cock all the way in me, again and again and
again. In the future, every time I see him--on stage, in a video, or at some
event--I will know about that huge pole he carries around in his pants, and
I'll know that I'm his slave, that he can fuck me with it any time he so
desires.

Ah, the charmed lives of popular singers. One day, they'll retire on their
millions, and fuck each other morning, noon and night.

THE END

*   *   *

What do you think? Feedback and suggestions? backlash29@hotmail.com

My other stories are "Ryan's Hole", "Ryan Goes Down" and "40 Days and 39
Nights" in Gay/Celebrities, "Buttsex Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings, and
"Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian.