Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2005 22:14:16 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: gangbanging Shemar Moore -1a

This story is a work of fiction. The celebrities depicted are pure
fantasy. This series was inspired by "Vraxis" at (bch1701@hotmail.com).
The characters, and story concepts derive from HIS 2003 series
"gangbanging Mario Lopez". I continue this adaptation with his
permission.
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GANGBANGING SHEMAR MOORE
Chapter -1

It was EMMY night for the stars of tv and day-time soaps. Shemar Moore
(Malcolm on the hit soap opera; "The Young And The Restless"), walked
away from the celebrity packed hall a loser, having lost yet another year
in a row to another white actor. He decided to ditch the token female
actress he escorted to the show (by insistence of his publicist), and
head out for his own kind of fun. Shemar was feeling a bit on the wild
side of things tonight, and had his limo driver take him to the rougher
side of town, where he knew he'd be able to find exactly what he was
looking for.

Walking into a club called The Gauge (owned by the late Tupac Shakur and
his business partner Dr.Dre), Shemar found it to be a haven for the
hip-hop, gang banger types Shakur and his brand of friends were known to
represent.
Shemar carefully made his way through the thick crowd, eyeing all of the
thug boiz that eyed him back with sly contempt. Shemar was used to such
greetings from his fellow african americans, as many of them were
reluctant to acknowledge the black side of his mixed heritage. Most
pegged him a "sell out" because he came from a good background in the
upper parts of white society. But Shemar never apologized for where he
came from, or from whom he was born. Ignoring some of the uncomfortable
glances and unpleasant remarks, he made his way to the VIP area, where he
knew he would find some members of his own status.

"Name?" asked the large bouncer guarding the entrance of the VIP rooms.
He was a big brute; thick massive arms, wide boulder like shoulders, big
puffy chest, thick round waist, and walnut crushing thighs. Even in his
full black suit, dark shoes, black t-shirt, black shades and bald head,
he could tell his was a brick shit-house.

"Hey m'brotha, don't you recognize me?" asked Shemar, giving his best
player pose and brightest celebrity smile. "Maybe you've seen me on tv?"
he asked, when he got no response. "Young and the Restless?" he
mentioned, still getting no reaction. "The BROTHERS? Soul Train? Birds Of
Prey?" still nothing.
The bouncer folded his giant arms and appeared to look pass Shemar as if
he weren't there, making the star feel some what fallen.

"Relax man, I'll get you in." said a voice suddenly from behind, followed
by a sharp smack on the back. Shemar turned to see rap star LLCoolJ
standing beside him, smiling. "Yo V, he's with ME." announced L.,
throwing a nod Shemar's way as he passed beyond the threshold and into
the VIP back drop.

The bouncer eyed Shemar intensely as the day-time actor walked pass him,
rolling his eyes at the 6 foot 2 bouncer for not recognizing him. Once
inside, Shemar thanked LL for getting him in. L nodded a response, but
quickly disappeared into the smokey fog of the VIP room, as he was in no
mood for friendly conversation. LL had just gotten back from doing a 3
month shoot on an action movie, and was eager to get his groove on in the
worse possible way as soon as possible.

Shemar was quickly greeted by a host, whom welcomed him into the VIP
Lounge. He offered Shemar a drink on the house( a 40oz of BULL), then
asked what was his pleasure for the evening. Shemar had heard stories
about the pleasure rooms at The Gauge, but wasn't quite sure they
existed.

"What do you offer?" he asked, trying to act non-chalant as his dick
already starting to tent his tux.

"A wide range." said the host, pointing towards the carridor LL
disappeared through. "Down there are 12 rooms, each designed with it's
own unique flava. Walk around, find what you're looking for, and enjoy
yourself in complete anonymity."

"Anonymity? Now that's what I'm talking about!" excited Shemar, as he
downed his free drink and disappeared through the corridor.


***the VIP rooms. 12 rooms to ecstacy***


His clothes were checked by a nude woman, whom gave him a white towel to
cover himself with. He then walked along the long hall luminous in red
light fashion. He peeked into each room, finding them filled with naked
bodies engaging in lewd acts. The first 5 rooms were male/female.
Celebrity types such as; Wesley Snipes, Eric Benet, Omar Epps, Snoop
Dogg, Bernie Mac, Seal, Allen Iverson, Mike Tyson, Rubin Studdard, Spike
Lee, JayZ, Bobby Brown, Samuel L. Jackson, Don Cheadle, Anthony Anderson,
Ja Rule, Busta Rhymes, Ice Cube, Mekhi Phifer, Martin Lawrence, Jamie
Fox, R.Kelly, Rick Fox, Jessie Jackson, Treach, Cuba Gooding jr., Bill
Bellemy, and John Singleton, (just to name a few...), all lay intertwined
with some of the prettiest bitches money could buy. Shemar couldn't help
but stare at several celebrities, watching as they lay on top,
underneath, or behind the girls, sliding the hard dicks into their
various orifices. Shemar was entranced, wishing that several of the
females getting fucked -were HIM instead. He envied the girls getting the
pussies, mouths, and asses fucked royally by some of the biggest black
names in entertainment.

Frustrated, he continued down the hall, passing room after room of
straight celebrity fucks, until he came across the room he was searching
for. Inside were nothing but men. Black sweaty naked bodies humped into
each other in an effort to reach simultaneous releases. Hungry mouths
devoured stiff dicks while ripe assholes dances along wet tongues.
Throats and assholes were penetrated with long greased fingers, tongues
and fat dicks. Cum splattered along faces, torsos, and bare cheeks.
Shouts, moans, groans, and the occasional screams echoed throughout the
rooms as tight, tiny anal passages were fucked, ripped and tortured to
their limits.
Inside he recognized Taye Diggs getting blown by Malik Yoba, -Nelly
getting his ass rammed good by Gary Dourdan, -Eddie Murphy on his back
with his legs raised for LLCoolJ whom was humping profoundly into the
star of Beverly Hills Cop, -and superstar Usher getting fucked front by
Puff Daddy, and back by Missy Elliott whom was ramming his deep with her
13 inch strap-on dildo.
Shemar stood in the doorway, his eyes glued on the spectacle before him.
He didn't know where to jump in at. His own cock was pressing his towel
he wore around his waist outward. His asshole twitching for some action
as his mouth watered to suck any thing available.

"Found something you like?" asked the host, sneaking up behind Shemar as
he stood there mesmerized. He squeezed the actor on his butt, loosening
the towel which covered his waist, and dug his fingers into his ass crack
concealing Shemar's anus.

"Most definitely." smiled Shemar, feeling an overwhelming need to get
fucked.

"What is it that you want most?" asked the man, pressing his finger
inside.
Shemar pressed backward, indicating that he liked what he felt.

"Cock..." he whispered so faintly, that the host barely heard him.

"Then that's what you'll GET!" said the man, removing his hand and
stepping aside.
Shemar was then faced by the burly bouncer he met outside the VIP
entrance, minus his black suit jacket. Now he was donned in black slacks
and a black t-shirt with dark shades, Shemar thought it was odd that the
guard wore sunglasses at night -indoors. The big guy grabbed Shemar by
the shoulders, then quick escorted him into the center of the room where
they were observed by everyone. Shemar protested but was quickly slapped
into submission. The bouncer then forced Shemar to his knees before him.
He fished out his enormous hardon, and roughly presented it for Shemar's
mouth to pay homage. Shemar looked at it in amazement. The thick fat
black shaft was heavily marred with thick pulsating veins. The juicy
round head demanded attention up close, and threatened to stretch any
hole (mouth or anus) it entered. Shemar instantly fell in love with the
dick, but he wasn't too crazy about it's owner. He looked up into the
sunglasses of the huge bouncer, and openly defied giving it oral service.

"Suck it, bitch!" ordered the bouncer, looking down at the defiant
celebrity. When Shemar didn't respond quick enough, the bouncer grabbed
two handfuls of Shemar's pretty boy face, and squeezed until the star
felt as if his head would implode. As he opened his mouth to scream, the
bouncer then shoved his thick fat dick inside, shutting off Shemar's
protested in one quick move.

Shemar felt humiliated, being fucked at the feet of an unknown blue
collar bouncer, with all this celebrity dick floating around. He felt the
cock head jam into his mouth, filling him up instantly. Strong hands
tighten their grip on his head as his mouth was forced back and forth
along the shaft. Shemar had no choice but to cooperate with the big
bruiser, or risk serious injury to his movie star good looks. Giving in,
he felt more of the fat python snaking it's way further into his mouth.
He tried sliding his lips up and down the shaft, but found it more useful
to just hold his mouth open as the bouncer fucked it anyway he wanted
regardless of Shemar's efforts.

The bouncer fucked the handsome half breed with long, hard, fast strokes.
He wanted the soap star to know who he had been fucking with when he
tried to belittle him outside the VIP. The bouncer knew exactly who
Shemar was the instant he entered the building. He'd seen the soulless
brotha masquerading around town and tv, pretending he knew what it was
like to be black in america, when really all he knew was half the story.
He never had to beg for hand outs, or wear hand-me-downs from neighbor's
children, or wonder where his next meal was coming from. He had a good
life with his black father and his white mother. He had special
attention, and went to ivory schools. He didn't have to fight his way
through life, through his war torn drug infested neighborhood, and his
dysfunctional family.
Yea, the bouncer knew exactly who Shemar was when he came into the club
thinking he was "mister B.I.G.". And he couldn't wait until he got him
right where he wanted him, so he could take him down a couple of pegs for
a reality check.

Shemar felt the bouncer's cock hitting into the back of his mouth,
jamming into the start of his throat. Before he was relaxed and ready for
the fat cock, the head rammed straight through, -punching his throat ring
and causing him to grunt painfully. The bouncer felt the tightness
surrounding his dick, and pressed further. Shemar choked, his natural
reflex was trying to expel the ramrod prick as it forced its way into
him. He felt the need to vomit quickly approach, but the bouncer wouldn't
loosen his grip. His cock continued to burrow it's way into his
convulsing throat until the round bloated clean shaven balls slapped into
Shemar's trembling chin. With his air supply complete cut off, Shemar
began to panic. The hands holding his head held his face planted tightly
to the crotch, the hard throbbing cock was completely embedded in his
ballooned throat. His mind began to whirl as his brain started to
hallucinate from lack of oxygen. He thought he'd die right there on the
floor of a sex club from asphyxiation, his death picture posted on the
covers of every new paper and tabloid across the nation, his mouth
stretched open wide with the caption heading exposing his DL life.
Just when he thought he would pass out, the cock was quickly removed,
giving him freedom once again. He fell forward on the floor as he was
able to gulp down some much needed air. His eyes tear, his throat was
sore from the forced penetration. He looked up when he heard laughter
coming from his tormentor. The bouncer hovered above him, smiling down at
him as he watched Shemar nearly kissing the ground with relief. Shemar
couldn't see up pass the thick throbbing dick obstructing the view of his
tormentor's face. The cock was still wet with a thick coating of his
spit, pulsing like a heat seeking missile looking for a target to explode
in.

Without being told, Shemar climbed back onto his knees before him. The
bouncer looked down at him, his cruel gaze hidden mysteriously behind his
cool shades. Shemar opened his mouth preposterously wide, then took the
monster meat back inside. This time the bouncer allowed him to work it at
his own pace, sliding his wet hungry lips up and down the swollen shaft
as he sucked and labored like a child of love.
The bouncer watched with amusement as Shemar whored himself on his dick,
taking it deeper and deeper into the back of his mouth until he was
eventually deep throating it on his own. The bouncer stood there,
enjoying the sensation as his dick was totally taken to the root.
Shemar's eyes bulged like Kermit the Frog's as his widely parted lips
kissed at the fat root of the bouncer's manhood. His lips gripped at the
bouncer's silver cock ring just at the base of his wood. Spittle escaped
the corners of Shemar's mouth, bathing his chin and bare chest as it
drooled down in heavy gobs.

"Thought you were hot shit when you came in here thinking you were
someone special, didn't you?" hissed the bouncer, grabbing the back of
Shemar's head as he began to fuck into the celeb's throat. "Take that
dick NOW, -you punk ass pussy!" he shouted, fucking deep into the hot
throat.
Shemar new better then to resist. He felt the bouncer's power, and knew
he was a force to be reckoned with. Shemar realized in order for him to
get through this in one piece, he had to give in and give the burly brute
what he wanted.

The bouncer used his face as a fuck hole, power fucking his way in and
out with long strong brutal thrusts, giving Shemar very little room to do
any thing else but kneel and accept it. Shemar took the dick over and
over. He tried frantically to keep his teeth covered, licking at the
underside on each withdrew. He'd always loved getting his face fucked. As
a kid, he'd spend hours and hours on his knees in the playground near his
house, getting his face fucked by all the older white boys in his
neighborhood. He never felt totally accepted by his caucasian brethren,
until they finally found a use for him as the neighborhood cumdump. It
wasn't until Shemar started to venture outside his posh neighborhood to
discover the blacker side of his roots, did he finally get his first
taste at black cock. He went wild when he saw that the rumors of black
endowment were true, and the bruthas enjoyed face fucking the half white
and confused boy with their big dicks. When guys realized he could take a
dick all the way down to their balls and beyond, they usually took to
fucking his face like a cunt, until they splattered thick hot semen
straight into his stomach. Of course, none of them were as fat as the
dick currently ravishing him now. Shemar found it hard just keeping his
jaws open wide enough without scratching the chocolate flesh with his
teeth.

"Fuck yeh, man...I'm fucking this pretty pussy mouth of yours NOW, ain't
I? What'cha got to say now, bitch? Can't talk with all this fat black
dick shoved down yur throat, now can you? I'm gonna fill yur faggot face
with cum! When I shoot bitch, you'd better take it down! Every last ounce
fuckin drop! Understand?" warned the bouncer.
Shemar nodded "yes" as he kept his mouth open, his throat ballooning
outwardly apon each thrust as the bouncer fucked him hard and deep. He
felt the grip on his head tighten, the cock in his mouth thickened as his
throat was fucked raw. Shemar knew he would have bruised vocal cords come
the next day, and wondered how he would ever be able to say his lines at
work with no voice. Just then, he felt the first wave of hot semen
splatter against the back of his throat.

"YEH BITCH! TAKE THAT FUCKIN LOAD YOU FUCKIN HALF-BREED!!" yelled the
bouncer, drenching Shemar's throat with one powerful burst of fluid after
another.
Shemar's reflexes caused him to gag on the first gob. He nearly choked to
death when it unexpectedly plastered against his sore throat opening
before dripping down through his esophagus. But before he could recover
and accept the hot meal, the bouncer quickly shoved the entire length of
his massive pulsating rod deep into him, causing the rest of his thick
juice to pour easily straight into the star's stomach.

"That's how you take cum, motherfucker!" shouted the bouncer, draining
his dick in Shemar's throat as he ground his hairless pelvis into the
handsome man's pretty upturned face.
Shemar felt a mass of burning sperm shooting directly down his throat. 10
thick rich spurts of ropey dick filled his belly like a small lake. The
huge cock pulsed and pumped in his throat, spitting out cum until it
slowly lessened to a thick trickle. Once he was done with the face
fucking, the bouncer removed his hardon, then forced Shemar's head over
to the host's exposed dick. The slim host slammed his long skinny hooded
dick ball deep into Shemar's slacked jaw, and started fucking him
immediately. Shemar groaned as he took the smaller man's average sized
penis between his lips without a fight. He barely had time to recover
from the first blowjob, and here he was being forced to give another. His
own stiff standing dick throbbed sorely as he surrendered to the concept
of defeat, and quickly accepted the meat.