Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2013 12:57:46 -0800 (PST) From: Jay Cee Subject: Sure Thing (Chapter 7) Sure Thing This story is total fiction. The characters used are either recording artists, models, or actors/actress, if being gay is total fiction. I would like to thank Deon Goodman for supporting the ideas for the story, and coming up with it. If you are under age (-18), please dismiss yourself from this site. Thank you. Chapter 7 _____________________________________________ Big Sean wakes up in Chris Brown's bed, still clothed, in a tank top, red basketball shorts, high top white socks to a blurry vision... and for some reason, can hear loud sounds of panting, name caling, and moaning from the window before him. As he rose and walked towards it, the moans sounded too familiar. He leaned over the balcony to have his eyes zoomed into his ex boyfriend Chris Brown, in the jacuzzi, head back, legs wrapped around the strong back of a dark skinned man who wasn't shy on stroking his fat cock in Chris Brown's tight pink pussy. Chris: Ahhh shit!! Fuck me! Fuck me! Uhh! Stranger: You like this cock? Chris: Yeah! Stranger: Yeah? Chris: Yeah!! Stranger: Fuck! I'mma bust! Uhhhhhhhhhh fuck!!! Sean wanted to whoop his ass right then, but he felt attached to the floor, and for some reason couldn't move. Just shaking as his heart sank, feeling as if he's being forced to watch as his ex eye's rolled back, being filled with another man's cum like the whore everyone sees but him. But it was like a button to Sean when the man looked back at Sean after nutting inside of Chris, showing his face, and it was B.o.B.! Grinning, giving him the finger and the whole "Hahha! Fucked yo nigga!" look. Automatically, Sean felt like a super hero and had shot straight into the sky, high as a motherfucka and shot straight down over them, choking B.o.B. as they landed under the water in the Jacuzzi, immediately waking Sean up out of his sleep. He rose up in the bed, looking forward as he realized his vision is good, but for some reason, still heard moaning, name calling, and load ass panting from outside the same balcony, and that Chris wasn't laying next to him either, just like in the dream. He didn't hesitate a beat. He furiously got up, went downstairs, crossed the lobby, snatched a lamp out the wall socket and headed towards the Jacuzzi. There, he saw what he saw in the dream, a muscled black man, mangling a light skinned dude at the end of a Jacuzzi in missionary position. The light skinned dude got his legs wrapped around the dark skinned dude, asking for more. He silently opened the door , staring evil like at the wet couple, and right when he was gonna launch the lamp at them, someone from behind grabbed his arm. Chris: Fuck is you doing?!?!?!? Sean: Huh?? Sean looked behind himself, it was Chris holding his arm from launching the lamp forward. Sean looked forward to see who really was there, and it was Kanye all up in Cole like earlier last night, both stopped fucking and looking at Sean like the nigga lost his mind. Sean looked back at Chris, embarrassed but Chris was staring at his long, fat hard on in his shorts, making him hard but Sean can't see it through what just happened. Sean: (chuckles embarrassingly; makes hand gesture) My bad. Kanye: Get the fuck outta here man. Even though Sean butted in, Kanye was still in focus on getting his nutt, throwing Cole's legs back over his shoulders and continued what he started as Chris grabbed Sean by his hard on and lead him to the elevator, back upstairs. Chris: Fuck was you doing??? Sean: Baby I'm sorry! I had this dream, and – Chris: You thought it was me and somebody else? B.o.B.? Both got silent on the way to the room, and when they got there, Chris continued to lay it down. Chris: So what if I was with somebody else? (shoves Sean lightly) What? Sean: (controls self; laughs) Don't push me man. Chris: What? (shoves a little harder) You'd kill me? Huh? (shoves harder) Sean: (laughs less as much; adds bass to voice) I said don't push me. Chris: I WOULD THINK ABOUT IT BEFORE I (pauses) FUCK! (clears the shit off the dresser) UGH! What is wrong with you!?! Sean: Me?? Motherfucker I wasn't the one who left without saying shit! I wasn't the one who slept with somebody for a deal! I wasn't – Right there Chris' anger got the best of him, and instantly back smacked the shit out of Sean, nearly laid him on the floor if it wasn't for Sean's balance. Guilt quickly overwhelmed his anger as Chris put hands to his own face In disbelief of what he just did. Sean had the same look on his face as he held his right cheek. Chris: (quickly; apologetically) Baby, I didn't mean to- As Chris tries to comfort him, Sean shoved Chris' arms back and strikes Chris in his left eye, making him fall to the floor. Chris laid there, quietly sobbed to himself as he covers his face in his fists. Sean stood over him. Mixed feelings rushed through him as well as thoughts. He wanna kiss him and at the same time, beat the shit out of him for all the emotional damage Chris left him years ago, and encouraging them to act like strangers on the tour when they could have been showing love and making love with one another. He bent down to turning Chris over on his back. His face was red, but Sean could hardly see it through the sounds of his ex, that he still loves dearly, crying and the fact that he still had hands on his own face. Sean started feeling guilty himself and tried to comfort him, though Chris scooted from under Sean. Sean got from over him and decided to take a walk. Chris laid in bed, and cried `til his lips went numb. Memories rushed in his head on their first fight, their first date, first time they had sex, and when he started messing with other guys behind Seans back, and tried to introduce him to them so they can do more in the sex field, completely ignoring Sean's feelings on keeping it between the two. An hour past and when Sean came back, Chris was still laying in bed. He went on the side Chris was laying it and the both met eye to eye. Chris sat up and hugged him, tighter than ever and so did Sean. Sean got undressed and got in his underwear . Both spooned like it was their last before sleeping the rest of the night away. The night was over for some, but for the rest, was still going. Miguel just left his baby, Lloyds room, having longer conversation before filling his boy's cunt with so much man juices, with so much love, tenderness and passion, that Lloyd could sleep lightly now, especially Miguel from all that kissing and stroking. He crept into his room, trying not to wake Usher, ate some food to refuel himself, swooped right into his bed, and fell fast asleep. Little did Miguel know, Usher was in bed, in complete heat, waiting for Miguel to get back so he can do as planned. He waited for an hour to pass, just touching himself, imagining what he plans to do to Miguel. When the time came, Usher tip-toed to Miguel's bed. He looked at the average hairy looking singer as his dick stands at attention, hovering over the new artist, ready to show him some things. He grabbed the covers and lightly, layer after layer revealed Miguel's clothed body. Lucky for him, Miguel always sleeps on his back. So without any effort, he gently went through Miguel's draws and played with his soft dick. Miguel moaned in his sleep as Usher played with his tired cock that never rose. Usher sucked him in his sleep and kept sucking him but he was all tired out. Usher was just a mad one and went to the bathroom and called Wiz. Usher: Yo Wiz. Wiz: (tired) What nigga? Usher: Don't what nigga me, and the nigga won't get up! Wiz: Fuck you mean he won't get up? 9laughs to himself) Usher: He won't get up. He won't get hard man. I'm hard as shit and I can't get off to no softy. Wiz: Well he was here before I got high and went to sleep. What they didn't know is that Lloyd and Miguel knows what they're up to. After talking to Nicki with Miguel, Tyga and Trey, finding out some people were leaving, Lloyd passed by Tyga's room on the way back to his room and overheard Wayne and Eminem's plan for Tyga and Trey and it gave Usher and Wiz ideas too. They were gonna seduce each on of them before the tour is over with, and from Lloyd's perspective, because they were just miserable with their lives. Eminem and Wayne were gonna share Trey, make Tyga watch and Usher was gonna seduce Miguel in his sleep while Tyga tries to sneak up on Lloyd some how. Lloyd told the rest what happened and they came up with plans instantly. Miguel was gonna fuck Lloyd crazy before bed so whenever tries to get him up, he'll either be too tired to or pretend to be sleep and change positions, Lloyd would tie up on sweat pants before going to sleep, Trey won't be alone with Wayne nor Eminem again and his time with Tyga else where. Everything was going as planned until shit started to get real. Wayne heard a loud noise, waking him up, causing him to look behind him and saw Tyga and Trey walking towards the bathroom, bare ass naked. Already hard as bricks, Wayne's cock was at attention and the plan (along with dirty thoughts) came across his head. So he grabbed his phone and headed to the bathroom long after their shower started going. When he slowly opened the door, he was surprised to see Miguel and Lloyd in the bathroom too. He immediately started recording Miguel fingering his man as who sat on the bathroom sink in M position , rotating over his used hole while cum seeped out. After that, Miguel kept aiming and rubbing his limped dick against the hole, grinding his piss-slit against his asshole as they both moaned between kisses, pulsating the last bit of his nutt into his man. Lloyd: (smiling) That was fun. Miguel: (smiling) Hell yeah. Lloyd got down, but couldn't walk. Miguel aided him to the shower as they said goodnight to their friends. No response they got as the other couple in the shower, hands tied to each others palms as each other's lips were being explored over the others. Lloyd and Miguel laughed as Miguel helped his man to his room, both still in their birthday suits. Wayne ran and hid back in bed before they even got out, and when they sure left, he locked the door and ran back into the bathroom silently. In the hall, Miguel helped Lloyd to his room where both their bathrobes were. They both laughed as they put their cloths back on along with the robes. Lloyd: I can't believe you and Tyga dared me and my bestie to kiss like that. Miguel: Hell yeah. Some hot shit, and you know it. Lloyd: Like when we dared Tyga to stroke you off in front of us? Miguel: (sucks teeth) Y'all was wrong for that. Lloyd: But baby you busted a nutt before he did though! Miguel: (laughs) Pre-nutted babe! Both silently busted out laughing before sharing one long last kiss for the night. Lloyd: Goodnight. Miguel: Goodnight. Love you. Lloyd: Love you too. Right when Lloyd closed the door, Miguel felt a presence behind him, and turned out, facing Jay-Z. Jay-Z: Let's take this to my office. Fear shot through Miguel's body like fire on skin. Speaking of fire, the temperature was rising in Trey's shower between him, his lover, and unknowingly, his roommate. Wayne stroked his long luscious dick as he records himself and Trey suffocating himself with Tyga's satisfying dick. Wayne recording their whole session down to a T. From Wayne busting all over the floor to Trey on the shower floor getting his lips beat by Tyga as he finished the last drops of cum in his mouth with Trey cumming on his own thigh. Wayne stopped recording, cleaned the floor up as quick as he could and hurried out before the couple knew he was there. The next day was when shit really went down! 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)