Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2013 20:48:28 -0800 (PST) From: Jay Cee Subject: Sure Thing (Chapter 13) Sure Thing This story is total fiction. The characters used are either recording artists, models, or actors/actress, if being gay is total fiction. If you are under age (-18), please dismiss yourself from this site. Thank you. Also, if you wanna keep reading all these hot, erotic series by me and others, please donate to Nifty, Today! Thank you! Chapter 13 _____________________________________________ That next morning, Cole is in Nas' car. Both vibing to Cole's brand new song "Crooked Smile" featuring the best selling female R&B group in America, TLC, and Nas was really feeling it. Especially knowing he's the inspiration behind it. Showing off his grill and laughing as they jam to the music. Nas: Yo this joint tight man! How'd you get them on there? Cole: Man... It wasn't easy. Remember when you dropped me off and "Unpretty" came on the radio again? I love that song. Yo I had my peoples contact they peoples who contacted they peoples who contacted the ladies and when they heard it. We met up, chatted with dem and they manager, and agreed. Nas: Man... This joint right here man.. is the real deal. You got a masterpiece on your hands (holds Cole's left hand) While Nas was talking, Cole shocked Nas by bringing up Nas' old remix to TLC's song "Girl Talk". Nas: (gags) Yooooooo!! (both laughs) Forgot all about this shit! While both of them were bobbin' they're heads, getting into the music, Cole gets a knock on his window again. They both turn and they see Yeezy. Cole rolls down the window. Cole: Sup man? Yeezy: Yo, we need to talk. Cole: (looks at Nas for a second) Be right back man. Cole got out the car and followed Kanye out the lot and into the building when Kanye drops the bomb on Cole. Yeezy: I'm sorry man. Col: (eyes grew big) What?? Yeey: Yo don't make me say it again maine. We cool? Cole: (rolls his eyes at the half ass apology) Whatever man. We cool. Yeezy: Aight, aight. When both slapped each other up in forgiveness, Kanye gets real carried away. He brings him into some bullshit ass hug which he can get himself a good grip of Cole's ass, squeezing away on them soft pearly cakes, but Cole wasn't having it, pushing him off. Cole: (protests) Fuck you doin' man??? Yeezy: What?!? I apologized didn't I? Cole: You forgive, but you don't forget my nigga, and that's word mane. Yeezy: Fuck you nigga! You know you want this dick! Kanye pulls out his fat 8inch dick and smacked it repeatedly against his hands, fiercely, in the middle of the walk way in front of the elevator. Though, as appetizing as it may seem, Cole didn't let it get the best of him this time. Cole: (chuckles) Bye nigga, Yeezy: What??! Cole just walked away, happily knowing he has the power this time. Kanye screamed for him to return back to his bitch ass ways. He even took a vase and smashed it. All with his dick still hanging out his pants. People noticed and just walked away or around him. Yeezy: Fuck you looking at? Dick big ain't it? (swings it at them) __________________ Miguel woke up in his hospital bed, and rose up realizing Jay Sean wasn't in bed with him anymore. He rubbed his eyes before checking the time. 11am. Voice Merry Christmas! Miguel looks down the hall to seeing Sean back with a smile on his face, in uniform, with breakfast made though just for Miguel with a Christmas card. Miguel: (chuckles) Merry Christmas! Now I know this ain't – Sean: Hold up! (goes back to the door) Your family stopped by when you were sleeping. They didn't wanna wake you, wanted to apologize, and to give you these. (comes back with gifts) Miguel: (smiles in surprise) Woah! Forreal? Sean: Yeah! Miguel: I'll eat first. Now I know this ain't hospital food... Sean: (chuckles; walks up to the bed) I know. I went to the store, bought a little bit of groceries. My friends in kitchen hooked me up and let me make my own little breakfast for you. I secretly swapped what they had before. Miguel: (Surprised) Well... let's see whatchu got. Sean opened the lid to the tray, and has 2 breakfast sandwiches (cheese, scrambled eggs, and bacon in wheat bread) a bagel with cream cheese on the side, burned toast with jelly, and grits with a tall glass of Orange Juice on the side. Miguel: Oh shit! (gags; laughs; kisses Sean on the lips) My favorite too. Smells so good! (dives in) Haven't had a meal like this in a while! (stuffs his face) Sean: (shocked; smiles) Forreal? My mom taught me how to make breakfast, and all my exs hated it. Miguel: (mouthful) Well I love it. (kisses Sean on the side of his lips) Sean is highly amused that somebody that he really had feelings for loved his breakfast. He just smiled and watched him ate. Sean: (Chuckled) The toast isn't all the way done. I was rushing that one before the Chef showed up. Miguel: Yeah.. but it's still good. Sean: (pulls present from under the bed) Surprise. Miguel: (gags) What is it? Sean: Open it. Miguel opens his gift. First he sees a card. He opened it, read it, laughed with Sean about how meaningful it was and knowing now that he must know for sure about his break up with Lloyd. It made him smile actually. He then looked back in the box to find a bottle of cologne and a key chain with a rose on it. Sean I know what the black roses meant, and I'm sorry about what happened. (stumbles) So I got you a red one to help clear your mind of it, and make you feel better. The cologne... (pauses; takes a breath) I always like to smell good after a break up. (smiles) Miguel: (smiles at his thoughtfulness) Thank you. This is my first time ever, 2 days in a row I get roses from guys. (both laughs) I always gave girls it... Sean: Even Lloyd? Miguel: (remembers the last time he gave Lloyd roses) Let's not talk about him right now. What else you got? (goes back to eating) Sean: (gets the hint; while getting the next gift) Okay.. and when we're done, I gotta give you your bath. Miguel: (mind changes to last night; starts getting horny again) Ooooooohhh... I like the sound of that. Sean kisses Miguel again, and again, and again before Miguel stuffs his face for the last kiss. Miguel starts eating fast. Sean: (laughs) Slow down baby... It'll still be here. Miguel. (mouth full) I know (sips orange juice; thinking about that ass) Sean just laughs while getting the next gift. Eminem just left rehearsals after witnessing one of the most hectic situations that went in the blink of an eye. Before rehearsals, his hype man, Ron Zing, kept getting messages from his baby mother about now finding out he was having an affair with her 20 year old brother since they've been together. He didn't care, at first. He left her before and did not care about break up with her again, until it got to the point where she started harassing him sending him threatening messages that really fucked up his vibe that morning. Eminem: Dude, don't let her fuck you up. Remember, get that money, take care of you and your kid, and keep it moving. Ron: I am man... I just got a bad feeling right now. It also got to the point where Ron started shaking a little bit like he was about to have some sort of attack in front of him. Eminem had to have him cool off in the dressing room while doing sound check. When Ron was cool, he started heading to the stage, but gets a big surprise when his baby mother steps right in to face. Out of no where! Eminem watched from a distance as she took the first swing and punched the shit out of him. Didn't say shit Just swung! Eminem, staff, and security came to break up the fight as she started tearing the shirt right off his back. His natural reflexes came in and he smacked the shit out her left arm for her to let go. Baby Mother: Oh now you REALLY fucked up! Ron got even more scared when realizing she called her older twin brothers on him. One was already charging after him and got him to run out the building. Eminem and staff ran to his aid but was too late. Ron dove into his car, and before he could put the keys in the ignition, one of the twins was in a car, and smashed into him, as planned. The speed he was going was so fast, the car tilted on the drivers side. The car didn't make a complete roll. It fell back on 4 wheels when the twin hit reverse. Both twins and the baby mama dove back into the car and hit it. Everybody's jaw dropped, watching this traumatic situation as if it was a movie. The baby mother taunted along with the twins out the window as they sped off. By the time they were gone, you could hear the sirens close by. Eminem and other aided Ron immediately as he started bleeding, shaking, looking blank out in space. They took care of him, called the cops, an ambulance came, they encouraged him that he's gonna be alright. Even Eminem who could not just digest what the fuck just happened to his hype man. Since the hospital wasn't too far, ambulance came right away and saved him just in time. They cut rehearsals for the day and everyone reported to the hospital to see if he was okay. After an hour, the doctor returned. When asked if he was okay, here's what he had to say: Doctor. He's really suffering some internal bleeding.. Not only did he suffer from getting hit by that car, but he also endured a serious seizure during the process. We can't perform any more procedures unless – Voice: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Where's the paper work? Doctor: Who are you? Dante: Dante Oliver. His HUSBAND. My name is in his paperwork for me to sign off. After going over the paper work, the doctor took off to continue the procedures. After sitting down, Dante receives the hand of Eminem. Eminem "ain't Gay", but he couldn't act all homophobic knowing his mans, and his mans man, and the fact he fuck niggas too. He extended his hand out to Dante, who looks at him and shakes his hand. Dante: You're the man my husband works with right? Eminem: Yeah... Just so you know my number's in his phone. If y'all need anything, let me know. I'll be back to check on him. Dante: (Fighting back tears) Aight. Cool. Nice to meet you. Eminem: (feels bad) Nice to meet you too. Dante gets comfort by his best friend who cries with him. On the way out, Eminem bumps into his ex boyfriend, Eminem: Oh shit! I'm sor – Sean? Sean: Mybad! You – Marshell? Both gives each other a long hug. Sean: How you been? Everything's alright? Eminem: Ehh... Sean: What happened? You okay? Eminem: Ron got into some shit, and got into a car accident. Sean: Ron? Is he alright? Which room is he in? Eminem: In the ER to the left. Sean: Thanks! Eminem: Oh and Sean! Sean: Yeah? Eminem: Nice seeing you again. (smiles) Sean: (smiles) Nice seeing you too. Both depart. Sean checks on Ron while Eminem just arrives back at his hotel. As soon as he gets in, Lil' Wayne is in the bed, stroking his dick through his boxers. Eminem: Really dude? Weezy: What? You forgot? Eminem: Forgot what? Weezy: The plan my man? It's effect now! Eminem: (remembers) Aww shit! Eminem hears Trey Songz and Tyga shouting in the room next to them. Can't hear what they're shouting about, but only Wizzy knows. It's why he's getting himself hard and laughing. Eminem just sat, disgusted but stuck in realization in what's occurring. Just then, there's a bang at their door. Eminem looks at Weezy. Eminem: Whatchu do? Weezy: (gets naked; throws robe on) Answer the door nigga! The plan! Unenthusiastically, Eminem gets up and opens the door. It's Tyga. Tyga: Hey. You got a minute? I need to talk to you. Eminem looks back, throws his coat back on, and heads out. While walking through the hotel to Tyga's car, they both drive off while Tyga turns off his phone and drives through the night. Eminem: Aight, we out of ears. Whats up? Tyga: Man... everything. Idk if I can do this anymore with Trey. Eminem: (flips the script) Whats wrong? (acting like he don't know) Tyga: (long pause) I think he's cheating on me. Eminen: (fake unnoticeable surprise) What?? With who? Tyga: With Wiz man. Jay was gone, and I had to talk to him. I went over to ask Wiz for Jay-Z's new number and I caught him trying to get all fresh with my man and shit. Eminem: What he do? Tyga: He was standing behind Trey and started grabbing his ass, Eminem: (fakes shock reaction) Yoooo... Tyga: Right? I almost killed his ass! Eminem: What Trey do? Tyga: He thought it was me, but when he found out though, I think he was gonna curse him out before I tackled him to the floor and nearly beat his face in. Trey stopped me on the first punch. Eminem: So you just jumped to conclusions? Tyga: (pauses) I think I did man. (turns on phone: calls Trey; leaves voicemail) Hey baby. I'm sorry about accusing you of sleeping with Wiz. I... I know you're not that type of guy, but seeing how that shit went down got my mind tripping you know? And – Eminem just sat there with guilt sitting on his chest. He knew they were gonna argue. He knew Wiz was gonna pull that stunt. How? Weezy paid him to and promised to help him get some of that boi pussy Trey was holding too after Weezy and him. His job was to distract Tyga, and blindfold him until Weezy was done with Trey. However, with all that has happened that day, Eminem decided to help instead of killing this relationship. Eminem: I think you should tell him in person. Tyga: I will. Tyga makes a u-turn back to the hotel. He enter's their suite but doesn't see Trey. He calls him but no answer. Tyga: He probably went for a walk. Eminem: (thinks fast) Aight. I'll see you later. Let me know when you talk to him. Tyga: You aight? Eminem: Got a lot on my mind, but rather not talk about it. I'll just see you later. Tyga: Aight. (slaps him up) Eminem leaves and rushes to Weezy's room. Hoping it's not too late. He enters Weezy's room to seeing Trey naked in the bed, ass and legs spread while giving Weezy a mean blowjob. Eminem' heart started beating real fast. He looks at them, and then rushes to Weezy's drawer and noticed what was left of the stuff they sniffed to get extra horny was gone. His face turned red before turning his head seeing Weezy thrusting in mid air in Trey's now thirsty throat. Eminem wanted to break it up, but seeing Trey all spread across the bed like that started getting him hard as hell. Mindlessly, he started stroking himself through his jeans and made him stop. He then realized Wayne was about to nutt. Weezy: Uhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkk!!!!! Trey bobbed his head as Weezy came all down his throat. Trey stroked and sucked way on that fudge popsicle until the cream was gone. He lick the head, wrapped his lips around it, and gave it a whirl. Weezy: (sleepy like) Oh shyyt. Weezy dose off when Trey started licking his nutts. Knowing Weezy, he probably took the shit too, and now fell asleep. Knowing the stuff, his high is now wearing down, but not Treys. Trey was going hard for more. Now that he got more cum in his system, he's now feening for it even more! Like a Zombie for sex. Still stroking and sucking him when he's now limp. Eminem knew pulling him out of here right now like this would be a bad move. Ain't no other way of cooling this high but putting him to sleep. He didn't wanna physically hurt him, and adding extra chemicals like sleeping pills will just hurt him internally. So he did what he had to do. Eminem: Yo bitch! Trey looks back to seeing Eminem flashing his cock out the fly of his pants. With the amount of guilt in Eminem, he wanted to be over fast. Trey walked his way to him fast, got on his knees, and started sucking him real good. Eminem: Wow. Shit. Trey already had him pulsating in his mouth. Eminem buckled up his knees and started fucking his face. Trey looked Eminem in his eyes with the dick invading his thick, juicy plumped lips that's just as plumped as his ass. Eminem couldn't take it! He had to pull out now. Trey looked offended, but happy when Eminem sat on the edge of the bed, with his dick straight up. Trey took the lube beside him, lubed his ass up fast as he could while walking to him. Eminem took his pants and boxers off all the way, and crawled up more on the bed, now laying beside Weezy who's knocked the fuck out. Trey got over him. Grabbing Eminem's dick and stroking it with the lube in his hands. So sloppy with it, with a crazed yet sexy look of lust in his eyes, and dick harder then a motherfucker. Eminem grabbed his own dick while Trey say on it Trey: Uhhh!!! Fuck! Eminem: Oooooooohhhhhhh your ass feels so good! So tight! Trey got into position and rode away. His fat ass cheeks smacking against Eminem's hairy pelvis. Trey was grinding on that dick, bouncing on the shit. Eminem knew if he stroked him off right now, Trey would grow tired and fall asleep. He already came up with the perfect explanation. Eminem: Fuck it! Eminem grabbed those cheeks of Treys, and started fucking upwards. Trey starts panting. Trey: Ahhh shit! Fuck my ass bra! Fuck my ass!! Eminem: You like that dick? (smacks that fat wet ass) You like that shit? (smacks that ass loud as hell) Like that shit! Trey: Fuck yes! Fuck my ass! Oooooooohhhhhh! Oh daddy! Eminem was thrusting so far up, his nuts was smacking against Trey's cheeks. When Eminem slowed down, Trey picked up, and they met at a rhythm. Both moaning out loud. Eminem flips the script, and pushed Trey forward on his back as he hovered over Trey, pushing Trey's legs behind his eyes, and started fucking him missionary style. Trey didn't have to do shit anymore. With nothing on, he enjoyed the fuck along with Eminem who had nothing but his white sox and grey hoodie on who just said "Fuck it"! He knew if Trey came, it was over. He was gonna enjoy this shit. He was hitting it so hard, he felt Trey's hole tighten up on him even more. Trey, with his eyes closed, started shouting. Trey: Oh fuck! Shit! Uhhh! Trey started shooting cum all over himself. Hitting his chest and his face. His abs tightened up to every shot as he stroked himself for more and started playing with his own nipples. Eminem kept fucking until he could feel it. The moment he's been lusting for was finally about to happen, and so unexpected too! Eminem: Fuuuuuucccckkkk!!!! Eminem didn't even pull out. He kept fucking, and fucking, cumming, and cumming, until all shots that were fired were finished. He drilled that ass so good, Trey was asking for more. Eminem wasn't too proud to bed at that moment for a round 2, but was starting to come back to his senses. Mean while Trey dosed the fuck off. Eminem laid on him until he was good and ready to make him take a shower, get all that cum out, get him dressed, and sleep on the couch. Fortunately for Eminem, the after effect of the drug is you a memory laps. Meaning, you forget the shit when you wake up. So the only person who an remember shit that happened was Eminem. After Eminem did what he had to do with Trey, he called Tyga over. Waking him up. Eminem: Yo! He's over here! Tyga: (waking up) The fuck? (catches himself knowing he hates Weezy) Thanks man. I know I can count on you. Eminem: (looking at it from a different pint) No problem man. Anytime. When Tyga came over, he awed at his man was laid out on the couch with the covers over him. Eminem: Yeah. He came over, like you did, but crying and shit. Talking about y'all relationship. I comforted him, made him feel better (pun intended), and he fell asleep on the couch. Watching "Love & Hip-Hop: ATL". Tyga believed his friend. Looking at Trey, nothing else mattered anymore. He forgot why he was mad, and didn't wanna do nothing but bring his baby back to where he was. He walked up to Trey, picked him, put his arm over his shoulder and walked him back to his room. Eminem knew he was gonna spend the night with him tonight again, and let it happen. Cause when he made Trey cum, he may have toke off the high, for now. Knowing that he came in his ass, he kinda made the last bit of the high still linger in his system. Long enough to when Trey wakes up, he gon want some of that Tyga cock in his mouth instantly. So he knew Tyga gonna be happy in the morning, waking up to some hot make-up sex. Eminem: Goodnight! Tyga: Goodnight! Eminem, just thinking it was all over, he realized he forgot to close Weezy's door. Whe he was just bout to, Weezy turned over onto his stomach, now exposing his soft, devil chocolate cakes. Eminem's cock started rising in his PJs. He knew he liked cakes, but damn. He never got hard seeing cakes like those, and he never thought it would be Weezy he would be tempted to fuck next. Knowing how dirty Weezy was for starting all this shit that happened tonight, he decided to play karma at the moment. He pulls down his Hanes pj bottoms, and started stroking his hard 7inch cock again. Weezy, snoring like ever, doesn't even know what's going on around him as Eminem walks up beside him, back on the bed, stroking his cock, and started observing his ass. He started kissing Wezzy's booty. Smacking them lightly and getting a hand fuck of each cake. Weezy started moaning in his sleep. Eminem takes it to the next level. He takes his dick, spread's Weezy's cheeks, put his dick in between, pushed down on them cakes, and started stroking his dick between them. Eminem: Mmmm... fuck. This whole situation was thrilling to Eminem! He loved surprising niggas and bitches with the dick when they're sleep, and that's just what he about to do. He grabbed the lube, soaped up his cock (and only his cock), aimed, and fired! Woke Wezzy right up! Weezy: Ahhhh fuck! Fuck! What the fuck man! Eminem: (Grabs Wezzy by the dreads) Shut your bitch ass up! (slaps Weezy in the face) Weezy didn't know what the fuck he was waking up too, but he like it. Not the pain, but the situation was starting to get him going. Secretly, himself, he loved getting his booty played with, and when Eminem wasn't around that day, he gave it up lovely to Wiz. He knew damn well Wiz wasn't gonna do that shit just for cash. He knew he wanted that ass. So when Eminem left his suite for rehearsal, he pulled Wiz's dick out and sucked that shit lovely. Wiz put it down too! So good Wizzy was just dreaming about it, but was shocked as fuck to find out it wasn't him, but Eminem was doing a lot more. Pulling his hair, smacking him the face, and just rode his ass like no tomorrow. Weezy pleaded for him not to stop, much to Eminem's surprise who was gonna keep going either way. Eminem: Who the King of Rap nigga!?! (swacks that ass) WHO THE KING NIGGA!?!? Weezy: Ahhh shit! You is, baby! You king! Eminem: Who's ass is this?!!? Weezy: Yoos nigga! Ahh! Yours King! Emen: Don't (waks his ass) fucking forget it either! Eminem was already bout to cum. He pulled the fuck out when he was read, turned Weezy over and shot nut all over his face and neck. Eminem: Fuuuuuuucccckkkkk!!! Eminem relieved, while stroking his shit fast as ever. When he was finished, his breathing was heavy. He was about to pull his shit back up and leave, but Weezy stopped him. Weezy: Come on man. (stroking himself) Help a brother out. Eminem came back, lubbed up his hands, and just stroked Weezy off. Weezy: Ohh (moans) Just like that? Eminem: Hell yeah! (beating Wayne's meat) Weezy's beath started to pick up. SO was his thrusts, and started shooting all over the place. Weezy: Shit man! I'mma cum! Eminem: Already did nigga. Weezy: Fuck! Weezy started relaxing while Eminem stroked him to the last drop. Eminem never tasted cum before, not even his own, and decided to taste Weezys. He put the head to his mouth, started stroking, and immediately wanted to spit it back out. Wezzy just laughed at his expression. To be continued... If you have a response or any other singers/rappers that's rare on here thats well-know, send your suggestions to (GayMaleSex_99@yahoo.com)