Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 20:23:00 -0600
From: vidboyx2001@hotmail.com
Subject: The Mis-education of Slim Shady

The following is purely a work of fiction.
I don't know the celebs in it nor do I know their sexuality.
If you are under 18, you cannot read any further.



The Mis-education of Slim

Chapter One:
It's Getting Hot in Herrrrre



	Marshall Mathers sat quietly in his seat. He was bored out of his fucking
mind, especially since he was sitting here listening to fuckin Bono rattle
on during his speech for Ass Kissin, Tree Humpin, Motherfucker of the Year
award. All Slim could think about was getting out of this dumbass Grammy
award show so he could burn a blunt and jack his prick without getting
harassed by his agent, or his lawyers, or that fucking bitch Kim.
	Yeah, thinking about his dick always brought a smile to Slim's face. Slim
had a big, powerful, masculine cock that he loved to jack on a constant
basis. Sure he could have any non-Lez woman on the planet, but what always
turned on the Detroit rapper the most was the feeling of power that his
prick emanated. One of his favorite promo pictures he ever took was the
Rolling Stone pic of him naked with a lit stick of dynamite covering his
cock. The truth was, his cock really was always like that. - ready to
explode at any moment.
	Over the years, the white-boy rapper came to realize that his fascination
with dicks wasn't just centralized to his own nine-inch member. As he met
more and more famous singers and actors, he came to realize that many of
them enjoyed comparing cock sizes and strutting their stuff whenever they
managed to. This suited Slim just fine cause he liked to show off. Many
times he was able to crush the celebrity that wanted to show off, but there
had been a few times that a dick outpaced his own.
	One of these times had been about two years back when he had met St. Louis
rapper Nelly while he had been on the TRL tour. The St. Lunatics member had
invited Slim to play some street basketball. After the game, Nelly and
Eminem had been chatting and changing clothes when, sure enough, Nelly
dropped his loose-fitting b-ball shorts only to reveal the fact that he had
been free-ballin the whole game. Nelly watched Slim's reaction and grinned
that boyish, yet evil grin of his as he glanced down at his ten-inch
fuckstick and back up to the whiteboy.
	Not to be outdone, Slim had dropped trou and proudly displayed his
nine-incher to the Country Grammar rapper. There were a few seconds of
appreciative nods from both before the St. Lunatics and Eminem's bros came
and found them, forcing the pair of big-dicked rappers to finish getting
dressed. They hadn't spoken to each other since then, but now they were
together at the 2003 Grammy's.
	Marshall endured the rest of the awards show with that memory of Nelly and
his big black dick keeping him from killing somebody. His fantasy got more
involved as he watched Nelly beat him for Best Male Rap Solo Performance.
But then, he beat Nelly out for Best Rap Album of the Year, and as he went
onstage and said his piece, he scanned the crowd and spied Nelly with that
wicked grin on his face.
	The rest of the awards show went by mercifully quick and as Eminem began to
file out to try and avoid the press, he felt a hand on his arm. Quickly, the
rapper turned as if to hit the person who grabbed him when he suddenly came
face-to-face with Nelly.
	"Whoa!" said the fine black boy. "Chill, baby! It's just me! I hadn't seen
you in a while and wanted to say props on your win!"
	Marshall smiled. "You too, man. I'm sorry, bra. I've been getting dissed by
press lately, and I wanted to get out of here."
	"Well, check it," said Nelly handing Slim a card. "Come by later at my
hotel and we can relax. I been wantin' to catch up with you."
	"No problem," Slim said turning and walked out with a huge grin on his
face.

	Later than night, Marshall Mathers carefully made his way to the hotel
without being seen. Just when he thought that he had made it, a bellhop
recognized him and ran to a telephone. See, most of the staff knew that if
they called a tabloid and let them know that a huge star was wandering
around their hotel, the papers would pay them off big-time.
	Slim knew he had to find Nelly's room fast. He zoomed past a small crowd in
the lobby and got stopped by a couple of teenagers who recognized him
immediately. He quickly signed their shirts to avoid a scene and said, "I
gots to go, little bros. The National Enquirer's about to be all up in this
bitch. Lata!"
	Slim hurried to the elevators and pressed the button to go to Nelly's
suite. He knocked on the door and there was nothing for almost a whole
minute. Fuck! It wasn't gonna take those fuckers long to realize where the
young rapper might be heading. He knocked again, and this time, the door
opened just a crack, then swung wide open.
	The smell of the pot that wafted out the door was so strong that it gave
Slim a hardon. "Aaaaaaaaah," said Nelly embracing Eminem quickly. "Are you
glad to see me, baby, or what?"
	"Damn, bra. I gotta hit that shit," Slim said entering the suite.
	Nelly shut and locked the doors behind him and led Eminem to the living
room. Upon the end table by the oversized sofa were some oversized joints
along with a whole other pile of weed. Nelly took two of the joints off the
table and lit them and then passed one to Slim. "Full on chronic, one
hunnerd percent, ya heard?"
	Eminem laughed, "Fuckin' A, bra."
	The two rappers talked for a while and it wasn't until their second joints
had been lit that Nelly brought up what Slim had been thinking about just
about all night long.
	"Hey, Slim, you remember that time we met on the TRL tour?"
	"Yeah," replied Marshall.
	"You remember how we was checkin each other out?"
	"Yeah."
	"I think about that a lot, Slim. What bout you?"
	There was no way to lie when Emenim's dick was hard as a rock and sticking
out the top of his basketball shorts, so he finally said, "Yeah."
	"I gotta tell you something, Slim. It ain't gonna be easy for me to tell
you, but it's time ya knew. There's hunnerds of celebrities that like to get
their freak on with other celebrities... even brotha on brotha. I think you
wanna swing on my dick but you ain't never done it before. What you think
bout that?"
	Eminem was furious that someone could see through him as easily as the St.
Lunatics rapper could. But at the same time, there was no denying that what
he was saying was the truth.
	Nelly didn't wait for an answer, though. He stood up quickly and let his
silky shorts slide down his legs and displayed his ten-inch erection to
Eminem. Nelly reached down and pulled off Slim's jersey and then sat down
next to him. "Go head, baby. I know you been thinking bout it all night. I
seen the the way you looked at me."
	This is crazy, thought Slim, but he couldn't stop his arm from resting on
the black rapper's smooth, tight belly and wrapping his hand around another
cock for the first time. It was like a shockwave went up his spine. He began
to jack Nelly's dick without even thinking about it. He just knew what he
liked when he jacked off, so he decided to share his expertise with the hot
black rapper.
	Nelly moaned and grabbed Em's hand and brought it up to his mouth forcing
him to coat it in spit before placing it back on his dick. "Ooooh, shit,
baby. That's great. Stroke that shit, bitch. Yeah!"
	Slim pulled his shorts off and his dick smacked his stomach. With one hand
already fisting Nelly's cock, he grabbed his own massive prick and jacked
himself and the black rapper off at the same time. Throwing his head back
against the sofa, Eminem moaned in ecstasy as he shot a huge load all over
his tattooed chest and arms.
	"Damn, baby!" Nelly shouted. "You really was hot for some brotha on brotha
action!" Laughing, he got up and grabbed Slim's hand, pulling him up to his
still shaking feet. "It's getting hot in herrrr. Why don't we take off all
our clothes?" Nelly quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes including
his Air Force One's. Slim stripped completely, also, before Nelly led him to
the suite's bathroom. There was a huge shower in the back of bathroom that
had multiple jets on all sides. Slim had heard that Nelly was obsessed with
taking showers. The black rapper turned the shower on and adjusted the
temperature at a control panel outside the shower. Once the jets came on, he
led Slim inside.
	The warm water splashing over Eminem's body felt so good. He began to clean
himself off, when suddenly, he felt Nelly behind him, rubbing his body with
some sort of body wash that smelled wonderful.
	"You like that, baby?" Nelly asked.
	"Mmmm...," was all that Slim could muster.
	"It's imported. It's got a male to male pheromone in it. I love bathing
with it and the going out and watching all the guys try to hide their hard
dicks." Nelly finished cleaning up the white boy and then turned him around.
He leaned forward and crushed his lips against Slim's. Eminem was caught off
guard, but soon, relaxed and let the St. Lunatic's rapper inside his mouth.
He had kissed lots of chicks before, but this was different, more powerful.
Slim wasn't sure if it was the male pheromones or just the hot sexiness of
the other man kissing him, but his dick started coming back to life. Nelly
ended the hot kiss and said, "How about you wrap them rapper lips around my
dick?"
	Before Slim had a chance to think about it, Nelly had pushed down on his
shoulders, forcing him to his knees. The head of Nelly's dick was inches
away from his mouth, which had begun to water. Slim opened as wide as he
could and Nelly lunged. It only got about halfway in, before the whiteboy
gagged. "Fuck, bra... there ain't no way I can swallow that."
	"Look, bitch," Nelly said forcefully. "Either you gonna take it down ya
throat or you gonna take it up the ass. Nah... what's it gonna be?"
	Eminem couldn't imagine what it would be like to have anything up his ass,
much less this ten inch black dick. He opened his mouth again and began
sucking. The longer he went at it the more cock he could get down his throat
without choking, but try as he might, he couldn't get the whole thing down.
	"That pretty good, baby, but I think you want it up yo ass, ya herrrrd."
	He couldn't deny it. As terrifying as it may have seemed, Eminem really
wanted that fuckstick up his ass. "Fuck me," he said softly.
	"What was that, bitch? I didn't herrr ya!"
	"Fuck me," Slim said louder.
	"Get yo skinny white ass outta herrr. I ain't  gonna fuck ya unless I hear
it!"
	"Fuck me, with that dick, nigga!" Slim shouted at the top of his lungs.
	"Naaaaa... that's what I like," Nelly said pulling Eminem up and turning
him around so that his face was against the glass of the shower. He reached
over to the shelf of bath products and grabbed some ID lube that he had put
in there upon his arrival at the hotel because he knew most of his sex ended
up in the shower. He used a generous amount cause he knew he was popping
this whiteboy's cherry. Nelly, put his dick against Slim's brown hole.
Grabbing the shower rails for stability, he thrust as hard as he could.
	Eminem screamed. It was the most painful sensation he had ever had. "Get
off, get off!" he yelled, but Nelly, held him fast.
	"Shhhh... relax, baby, relax. I know it burns like a mutherfucka right now,
but give it a minute."
	Slim relaxed and found his man pussy expanding around the big black dick.
"Ahhhh...," he moaned, now more relaxed.
	"There you go, baby," Nelly said soothingly. "Now... you ready for yo first
fuckin'?"
	"Fuck, yeah," the whiteboy answered.
	The black rapper began pulling out of Slim's ass. When only he head was
still in, he pushed forward again to the whiteboy's groan of mixed pain and
pleasure. Nelly began to pick up the pace as he really began to enjoy the
fuck. He reached around Eminem's waist and found that the white rapper was
beginning to enjoy himself as well. Wrapping his still lubed hand around
Slim's cock, Nelly began his full assault on that tight virgin ass.
	"Awww, shit, nigga," Slim was moaning, completely caught up in the bliss of
his first fuck. "Awww, fuck that shit, nigga!"
	"Yeah, bitch... you like being my little bitch?"
	"Fuck, yeah, bra... fuck me like a bitch... fuck me with that big black
dick, bra! I'm about to come again. I'm gonna come with your big nigga dick
up my ass. Ahhh... ahhh... AHHHH!" Eminem's second load of the night blasted
the glass walls of the shower and streaked down to the ground.
	The contractions of Slim's ass as he blew his load were just what Nelly
needed to get off. He impaled the whiteboy on his dick as he shouted, "Yeah,
take my nut, bitch... oh, fuck!" It felt like gallons of cum were shot out
of his dick as he deposited his black seed up this white gangsta rapper's
ass. Nelly pulled his spent dick out of Slim's butt and wrapped his arms
around him. He finished cleaning them both up and then they got out the
shower.
	As they were getting dressed, Slim turned to Nelly. "So when's the next
time we can hook up do ya think?"
	Nelly grinned that evil grin of his. "Well, I had a couple interviews set
up for tomorrow, but I was gonna cancel my plans tomorrow night and invite a
couple friends over. I was thinking that JT is gonna love to meet you."
	"JT?"
	"Justin Timberlake. We've been dickin' for almost a year."
	"What the fuck?" Eminem said. He couldn't believe that the Tiger Beat
poster boy swung on Nelly's dick.
	Nelly just continued to grin.
	"I'll see you tomorrow!"