Caution/Welcome. While filming "Fat Albert" Aaron and Omari Grandberry get it on and invite Shad Moss and Zac Hanson to join them. When word of two hot teens available for some fun gets around the black rap and reggae recording artists crowd they are joined by some wanted, and some unwanted, partygoers ending with Aaron commemorating the occasion in ink. Although incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of these celebrities. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, hot interracial and intergenerational gay sex, some non-consentual scenes where we find out just how tough some tough rappers are, or tattoos, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the fifty-seventh of 75 standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "White Meat, Black Bread." Bow Wow (Shad Moss) has been in six stories in this series (8, 19, 21, 35, 51 and 56) and Zac Hanson in one (44). This story is posted at gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment. Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the permission of the author. Lyrics of "Hot in Herre" copyrighted by Nelly and UMG. Comments can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
AARON: BATTY BWOY SEX ON THE DOWN LOW, PART 2 OF 4
"I'll have another rum and coke."
"And I'll have another Jamaica Mule," Shedrack said, handing the waitress his empty glass.
"I must have sweated off another ten pounds today wearing that suit," Kenan commented, referring to the 'fat' suit he had to wear as 'Fat Albert' in the movie by the same name.
"I don't envy you having to pack that suit around all day," observed Kenan Thompson's dining partner and fellow actor, Shedrack Anderson III, who was playing the role of Rudy in the 'Fat Albert' movie.
"Anyway, as I was saying, I just can't believe the way those two were coming on to each other," Kenan continued as the waitress left.
"A man would have had to have been blind not to have noticed."
"While making a family movie on top of it. Enough to try the patience of any man."
"I thought you were going to tear into Omari for sure when he flubbed up his lines for something like the fifth time."
"Fifth? More like tenth!"
"Zwick was certainly close to losing his temper with Omari for missing his cues. He had to have known why he was being distracted," Shedrack observed, referring to the film's director Zoel Zwick.
"Neither he nor Carter did their careers any good."
"I'm surprised nobody said anything about the two checking each other out."
"They were probably too surprised, two boys coming on to each other like that in front of everyone. Or more likely too disgusted." The look on Kenan's face left no doubt of his disgust.
"Good-looking boys like that too. You'd think they'd have more than enough pussy to keep them satisfied." At twenty-seven years of age and totally straight, Shedrack could not fathom anyone being interested in a member of his own sex.
"From what I hear they'd have no shortage of little teen and preteen fans willing to spread for them if they were so inclined," Kenan commented. The twenty-five-year-old actor didn't keep up with teen fan gossip, but news about both Aaron and Omari, better known by his performing name of Omarion, sold magazines and so the two teens had more than their share of coverage on the front covers of teen and celebrity magazines, which were displayed prominently at the checkout lines of every grocery and convenience store in the country.
"Two teenage boys getting it on with each other is disgusting enough, but I can't imagine how a black boy could get turned on by a white boy. That's doubly sick," Shedrack observed.
"I don't really know Omari, but being a rapper and all, that he was even queer was a surprise, never mind having the hots for a white boy. Nothing would surprise me about Carter. His whole family is nuts."
"Hear his ol' man just got remarried, to a chick half his age."
"Almost as young as his oldest son, the one that was with the Backstreet Boys."
"I hear his son is bonking Paris Hilton."
"Who hasn't bonked Paris Hilton?" Kenan asked, the right corner of the actor's mouth curling. The two men laughed.
"At least he's into girls and not a flamin' queer like his kid brother."
"You know, I'm as tolerant as the next guy, but two guys getting it on?
There's got to be something wrong with them."
"I hear ya."
"I heard the boys making plans to head off to Carter's older brother's place. Carter said his brother wasn't going to be home for the weekend."
"He's probably playing house with Paris at her place."
"Yeah, right. Those two have been in the celeb news a lot lately. You know, I even read an article saying they'd been seen shopping for Chrissake! As if that's news. And another one that she'd cooked him breakfast, even listed what she'd cooked, and it was one substantial meal: French toast, sausage, eggs, biscuits, cereal, and ham. Something that Fat Albert would have!"
"He must have shown her a particularly good time the night before," Shedrack chuckled.
"Frankly I don't see what the women see in him. He has hairy legs, and even his tattoos aren't all that attractive. Besides, he's starting to run out of space for them."
"Well, I hope the two little faggots fuck each other's butts off and work off their hormones so we can continue with the shoot without constant retakes on Monday."
"Oh, I imagine there'll be retakes," Kenan observed. "That Carter boy got no acting skills at all. Don't know how he ever got picked to be in the movie."
"His name. Just that on the credits is going to guarantee probably several hundred thousand teeny-boppers buying tickets to see the movie for his bit part."
"You think Bill Cosby and Zwick are that desperate?"
"Oh yeah."
The return of the cocktail waitress with their drinks interrupted their conversation again, and as they turned their attention to their menus the topic was dropped. It was not forgotten though, not by the three men at the adjacent table behind the potted ferns.
The Century Club in the heart of Century City was a popular place to drop in for an after work drink and to unwind for actors who were filming at Fox Studios. With its Spanish Colonial style venue, five thousand square feet of tropical gardens, outdoor and indoor restaurants, state of the art performance stage, go-go booths, and mix of reggae, dance hall, r and b, hip hop and old school music, it was also a popular destination for musicians who wanted a good meal and superb service while watching their colleagues and friends perform. On that particular Friday night that included besides Kenan Thompson and Shedrack Anderson III who'd dropped in after filming that day, Cornell Haynes, Christopher Bridges, and James Smith, three rappers better known to the public respectively as Nelly, Ludacris, and LL Cool J. The three rappers didn't say anything about the overheard conversation as they finished their drinks and ordered their meal, but they were all thinking about it.
"You know, I'm really sorry guys, but I t'ink I'll give the rest of the evenin' a pass," observed Ludacris as they stepped into the parking lot.
"A pass? Dere something wrong, Chris?" asked Cornell.
"No, nothin'."
"Don't talk shizzle wit me dude. It's dat conversation we overheard, isn't it? It git you feelin' guilty about havin' a little queer sex on the side?"
"No, of course not. You know me better dan dat." That wasn't totally true. The conversation they'd overheard had hit a nerve. The twenty-six-year-old rapper had a wife and a three year old daughter and was sneaking off to have sex with guys on the sly after all, and the evident disgust in the tone of the two men they'd overhead talking had doubled his usual feelings of guilt over the clandestine rendezvous the three of them had been arranging every couple weeks.
"Then maybe it got you t'inkin' of headin' ova to dat Carter boy's residence and gittin' a bit of dat white boy's ass yoself," Cornell suggested.
"Gittin' some hot teen boy ass ain't a bad t'ing, white or black," Ludacris bluffed as he thought back to his teenage days and the hot times he'd had swinging both ways. They'd been hot, but even back then he'd felt guilty over how good it had been getting it on with other guys.
"My sentiments exactly," observed James, "especially from cute heartthrobs like dose two, if whut we heard about deir intentions is correct." At thirty-six, the black rapper was the oldest of the three, and the most macho. At fifteen he'd come up with the very straight moniker, Ladies Love Cool James, LL Cool J, and his bulging biceps and quads and his tattoos were all part of his macho image. A married man with four children, he was the last you'd expect to be sneaking off to get it on with another man.
"Well dere's one way to find out if it is," Cornell suggested as he took out his cell phone. It took a few phone calls, but by the time they pulled into the Hollywood Hills district they'd found Nick Carter's address. His property, like all the property in the neighbourhood, was fenced and gated.
Aaron was surprised when the intercom buzzed. It was after ten. Although he was a night owl type, often sleeping until noon and staying up until the sun came up, especially when he was composing or working on a new show, he didn't really know anyone in LA who'd be calling at the gate this late. He was even more surprised when the caller asked for Omari. Omari was just as surprised.
"Hey, Omari my man, howz t'ings goin'?"
"Ah, fine."
"Dis is Chris."
"Chris."
"Christopher Bridges. Ludacris."
"Oh, hi." As fellow rappers and entertainers and attending some of the same functions, they knew each other, but considering their age difference and that they had nothing else in common that was as far as their relationship was. Other than the usual small talk at social gatherings they hadn't really even had a conversation.
"I hear you gittin' some hot ass t'night." That was blunt and coarse, but they might as well get right to the point, and besides, it was in keeping with his stage personality, which was the only personality Omari would know.
There was a long pause as the four boys in the house had a quick conversation. "Ah, where you hear dat, man?"
"Don't matter. Me an' my friends are lookin' fo a hot party to crash where a man can, you know, git his rocks off, man style if you git my meanin'. Whut do you say?"
"Yo friends?"
"Cornell and James. Nelly an' LL Cool J."
"Yeah, right. Dis some sort of joke?"
"No joke man. We're lookin' t'git some on the down low man, an' well, heard you an' yo lover boy were hot t'night."
"Jus' a sec." There was an even longer pause and the three men in the car glanced at each other. Back in the parking lot at the Century Club it had sounded like a hot idea, but in the drive over to the Hills reality and reason had edged out impulse and randiness. Even if the boys in the house were gay and horny, they were teenage boys, and they were adults, two of them married and fathers. Actually, as they'd pulled up to the gate at the Carter residence they hadn't really expected Omarion to be inside, and they hadn't held any great hopes of being admitted even if he was. It wasn't as if they were friends. "Okay, but first who told you dat I'd be here?"
"Nobody told us directly. We jus' happened to ovahear a conversation between two dudes you evidently makin' a film wit. Dey jus' commented dat the two of you had the hots fo each other bad an' had planned on gittin' it on ova here."
There was another pause and the electric gate swung open. It was a plausible explanation although the four boys were surprised anyone would follow up on the conversation, and especially the three at the gate. The teenagers were especially leery of their guest's intentions given who they were, but on the other hand the possibility of getting it on with the three hot rappers was something they could not pass up, especially Aaron, and it was his house well, his brother's and his party. If the three were intending mischief, it would be easy enough to set off the silent security alarm, and the possibility the three had come there with evil intentions was highly unlikely anyway.
The rappers were surprised to be admitted, and even more surprised to find not two but four handsome young teens. Introductions were quickly made all around and Aaron offered the new guests snacks and sodas. There was heavier stuff in the house, legal and illegal, but he was hesitant to get into booze and drugs, not knowing yet the real intention of the three rappers, who in person were not quite as intimidating as their stage personalities had suggested. Still, they were all considerably older, and bigger and stronger, than he and his three friends, especially LL Cool J. Aaron would love making out with a muscle stud like him. As they engaged in the usual small talk when entertainers get together, the intentions of the newcomers quickly became evident from their glances at the four teenagers and their innuendos, all quickly picked up by the four teens who were very much alert to all the little signs that another guy was interested but afraid to openly admit it.
"So, where did you hear this conversation about us?" Aaron asked, getting directly to the point.
"At the Century Club. Like I said, we ovaheard two of yo fellow actors commentin' about how horny you two were for each other at the studio today, and dat you'd arranged to come ova here to git it on," observed Ludacris. "But dere was no mention of you other two."
"Dat a problem?" Omari asked.
"No way man. The more the merrier as dey say."
"So, what do you want to do first, and with whom?" Aaron asked bluntly.
He was feeling too randy to beat around the bush any longer, and if they were here for other reasons, they might as well find out right away. He wasn't going to hover around the security button for the next hour when he could be getting some cock.
His bluntness was a surprise to all of them except Shad who had gotten to know the real Aaron, and his eagerness for cock, better than the others. It was also a relief to the three new guests, who until then were not all that certain their information had been accurate, and none of them willing to commit himself to anything that might reveal his own clandestine feelings.
"Well, fo starters, you could give me some head," Ludacris said, looking directly at Aaron but saying it with a chuckle so if necessary he could always say he'd just been joking.
"Then let's see what you have," Aaron said readily, dropping to his knees and shuffling over to where the twenty-six-year-old singer was sitting. He quickly pulled down the man's fly and slipped his hand inside, wrapping his fingers about the singer's cock through his boxers. If the size limp was any indication, he was going to be in for a mouthful.
"You don' waste any time do you?"
"Not when there is cock waiting to be had."
"Believe me, he's not joking," observed Omari.
"And whut about you? Maybe you'd like to show me how skilful yo lips are?" LL Cool J suggested, looking at the handsome young black teen.
"I'll give you a blow job dat will make yo head spin, brother."
By this time Aaron had Ludacris's cock out of his trousers and was eagerly licking and mouthing it, and it was quickly growing in response. Stepping over to where James was sitting, Omari sat on the floor and pulled down the man's fly. Slipping his fingers inside, he extracted the man's thick, black cock, which was just as dark and just as impressive as the rest of the rapper's body. Cornell glanced over at Shad and Zac and smiled as the two of them approached him. Standing up and undoing the button on his low-riding trousers, he let them drop to his ankles and he quickly pushed down his boxers, revealing a thick, cut sausage and two large balls. The two teenagers eagerly dropped to their knees and as Shad slipped his fingers about the twenty-nine-year-old rapper's cock Zac cupped his large, black balls.
The four teenage boys were relieved that the three rappers had indeed come for sex and not to cause trouble, which given their reputations and songs could very well have been the case, and their relief accented the eagerness with which they began to please the three adults. The three rappers were just as delighted to find the information they'd overheard about Omari and Aaron had been correct, and that there were four hot and willing teens eager to please them rather than two.
Cool J and Ludacris, both married and both fathers, were the most self-conscious about having sex with guys, and were adamant that they were actually bisexual, with leanings heavily on the straight side although personally they had a long way to go to convince themselves. Cool was particularly proud of his muscular body and worked out regularly, not just because he was concerned about his health, nor just to maintain the rough image of a rapper, but because above all else he had to prove he was a man. Bullied as a child, he'd grown into a bully himself as a youth, and now at thirty-six he was still a bully. Not only did it give him a sense of power, but over time he found dominating other men gave him a sexual charge besides. He discovered his biceps and strength were admired by a certain group of men who got as much of a sexual charge out of being dominated as many women got a charge out of a man with a muscular build. He was not hesitant to satisfy either of them. He had four children by his wife of seventeen years, three girls and a boy, the youngest three and the oldest fourteen, and although he loved his wife, he had the occasional rutting with other women, mainly groupies and fans who willingly spread their legs for him, and when he was feeling especially horny, men he picked up through the Internet, men who worshipped muscular studs and who, after he was done with them, were too afraid of him to ever reveal his secret.
Now as he sat there and the handsome, nineteen-year-old eagerly went down on his now stiff, thick sausage, he closed his eyes and relished the pleasure of having a man sucking his cock. Men somehow did a better job of it, perhaps because they had a cock themselves, and he always felt greater pleasure when it was a man sucking him. He attributed that to the fact he was dominating them, that it was they who were on their knees sucking him, the master, but deep down inside he knew it was because he liked guys, a fact that he still had not come to terms with despite being thirty-six years of age. Only now, as his thick cock throbbed with desire and the knob tingled with delight as the handsome teenage boy sucked and ran his tongue over his prick, did Cool allow himself to drop his rough, tough facade and lean back and enjoy the blow job, pleasure finally overriding his feelings of guilt and shame.
Ludacris, the youngest of the three rappers, was not as deep in the closet as was Cool J. He knew he was good looking, and that he had those moves and looks that attracted both men and women. He actually wouldn't have gotten married yet if he'd hadn't knocked his wife up, but he couldn't very well let a little girl be born into this world without a father. He did love his wife, but he also enjoyed messing around, and he used the fact he'd been forced into marriage as an easy excuse for cheating on his wife, and his boundless sexual energy for the reason he sometimes hopped into the sack with a man rather than a woman. Either way, in his mind both were bitches, and it was his pleasure that was his focus. At the moment, having a sixteen-year- old white boy sucking on his long, black sausage was an extra excuse for engaging in an act with another male. He was avenging thousands of blacks who had been enslaved and mistreated by white men in the past. That was what was bringing him such pleasure, not the physical act itself. At least that was what he told himself.
Aaron of course knew better. He'd read through the facade of the three men almost immediately. He was, after all, a connoisseur of cock, and experienced far beyond his age. He knew from the look in Cool J's eyes that deep down inside he was as gay as he was, and that all his bluster and posing were as much to convince himself that he was really a man as it was to impress others. That Aaron found humorous. What sex a man enjoyed getting off with had nothing at all to do with masculinity. For all his submissiveness and his love of cock, jerking it, sucking it, getting fucked by it, he was just as masculine as LL Cool J. And before the night was over he'd have the muscular stud on his knees begging to be fucked by him.
Of the three of them, Nelly was the most comfortable with having sex with other men. For the sake of his career, and the sake of his family, he pretended to be straight, and, in fact, anti-gay. That was necessary if he was going to continue being a success. A man didn't get three Grammy awards, a contract with Nike, and to be a multimillionaire by the time he was twenty- nine by being known as a swishy faggot, well, unless you were Boy George or Elton John. For his wealth and his fame, he was willing to stay in the closet as long as he had to. Besides, he came from a religious and very conservative family. They'd never understand. He was comfortable not coming out. After all, at the moment he had two randy teenage boys licking and sucking his balls and his stiff cock. Who had to come out?
Neither Shad nor Zac was in the closet, though Zac was dating, he and Kate Tucker having been going together for so long everyone was expecting them to announce marriage any day. Of course Kate was just a beard, a woman who was being used to cover the fact a guy was gay, which was fine with her in that secretly she preferred women. Zac was very definitely gay. That he'd known all the way back to when he was a preteen and Tay and Isaac and he messed around with each other. Shad was also gay, and to his best friends that was no secret. Many knew that he and Aaron had been lovers, and almost as many knew that at the moment the boy that had his heart was the young black singer Romeo Miller, better known as Lil' Romeo. Nelly didn't know that, only knowing who Shad was from his association with Snoop Dogg, and Zac Hanson he didn't know at all, but from the way the two teens were lapping his swelling cock and hairy balls he knew beyond any doubt that they were gay.
There couldn't be any question about Omari's orientation either from the way he was going down on Cool J's eight inch cock, easily taking almost the entire length in his mouth, and if that wasn't enough evidence, the way his shorts were tented out certainly was. Curious if what was tenting out the nineteen-year-old's shorts was as impressive as it appeared to be, the thirty- six-year-old rapper slid off the chair to the floor and reached over and groped the boy's crotch. Omari squirmed with pleasure as the big man squeezed his stiff, aching cock, supporting the man's image of himself as an irresistible stud. Pulling down the boy's fly, he quickly undid his belt and pushed down his shorts. Getting his boxers pushed down with his cock boned up was not easy, but uncovering it was well worth the effort. Standing up proudly at just over six and a half inches, his circumcised cock was the same dark brown from shaft to tip as the rest of Omari's body.
Cool J reached over and grasped it with his fist, and then easing Omari onto his back and kneeling beside him, the rapper bent over and slipped his lips over the boy's knob and gently began to suck on it. He didn't normally go for another guy's cock so quickly, and often he didn't reciprocate at all, the whole purpose of sex in his mind, with men or women, being his own satisfaction and pleasure. Tonight, for whatever reason, he felt a need to show the boy he was just as good at pleasing a man as the boy was. Omari quivered with delight as the thirty-six-year- old rapper ran his tongue over his knob and sucked on his cock. The man might be married and have four kids, and he might come off as being a rough and tough gangsta on the stage, but he was clearly as queer as Omari was from the skilful way he was sucking the teenager's cock. He suspected Cool J's wife and son and his three daughters, and his fans, would be shocked out of their minds if they could see him now, kneeling there eagerly sucking on his hot, throbbing cock.
Although to him Aaron was nothing more than a bitch to service him, Ludacris felt no guilt as he followed Cool's lead and slipped off his chair with the same intention. Messing around with another guy below the belt just got the guy all the hornier and all the more eager to please him. Besides, the idea of a black man touching a white boy where a man wasn't supposed to touch another was enticing. Of course for Aaron it was not the first time a black had messed around with his cock, though he did find it just as erotic as the first time as he watched the black fingers pulling down his fly, and then pushing down his shorts and his underwear to reveal his stiff, aching cock. The look of desire in Ludacris's eyes as the rapper slipped his fingers about his stiff cock and began to stroke it sent a shiver of arousal up Aaron's spine just as the stroking of his cock sent a shiver of arousal up the core of his aching cock. As the handsome rapper's lips grazed his knob, a clear droplet of pre-cum oozed out of the tip. Ludacris's tongue darted out and lapped up the sweet nectar, and then licked the rim of Aaron's turgid knob to entice another droplet out.
Nelly was just as eager to mess around with the two teenagers who had been servicing him, and soon had the pants and underwear of his two teenage partners off. Of course both of them were erect and impressively endowed themselves with Shad at seven inches and Zac at six and a half. Finding himself sitting between the two of them, he grasped Shad's cock with one hand and Zac's with the other and began to slowly stroke the two of them. The two horny teens eagerly reached for his crotch, and as Zac stroked his stiff, throbbing cock, Shad cupped and rolled his low-hung balls.
By then all inhibitions and reservations had disappeared as raging hormones and aching balls took over their brains. With the seven of them now down on the floor, their underwear and trousers about their ankles or by then discarded, Nelly, Shad and Zac each with a stiff, throbbing cock in his hand and his own aching cock being jerked, and with Aaron and Omari having their cocks being eagerly sucked, the seven hot, horny studs squirmed and bumped up against each other and free hands and lips began to explore the closest neighbour, the seven eventually forming a daisy chain.
Slipping his head between Ludacris's legs, Aaron ran his tongue up the crack of the handsome twenty-six-year-old black rapper and darted it against his pucker, delighting in the eroticism of rimming the man's black ass. Finding Shad's cock the closest, Ludacris eagerly went down on it, his body beginning to perspire as he felt the white boy rimming him from behind. Shad, having seen what Aaron was doing, squirmed over to Zac and similarly began to rim the white singer's asshole, worming his tongue in his dank hole.
As he arched his back and shivered with the pleasure of getting his asshole sucked and licked, Zac squirmed over to Nelly and began to lick and suck the black man's stiff cock, running his tongue over the blood-engorged knob as he tightened his lips about it and gently sucked on the thick black lollipop. Nelly, in turn, reached over and drawing Omari to him, he went down on the nineteen-year-old's stiff, aching cock, easing his lips down the shaft with ease, having begun sucking cock while Omari was still in diapers. Omari, just as eager for cock as Nelly, twisted around so he was able to go down on Cool J, who completed the circle by twisting around and going down on Aaron.
The four randy teenagers and three horny adults lay like that, each with a mouth sucking on his aching cock and each with a stiff, throbbing cock in his own mouth. The pleasure throbbing between their legs, combined with the evident desire and lack of embarrassment by the others around them, resulted in each of them eagerly sucking the blood-engorged cock in their mouths. They inhaled and exhaled deeply as they sucked on the swollen flesh jutting up between each other's legs, drawing the musky crotch fragrance deep into their lungs, and they squirmed and groaned with the pleasure of that exquisite aroma and the pleasure of having their own cocks sucked.
Aaron, an unabashed cock hound, eagerly sucked on Ludacris's thick, deep black cock as he worked his lips up and down the shaft, sending ripples of pleasure through the rapper's blood- engorged flesh. Delighting in the blow job he was receiving, Ludacris sucked on Shad's throbbing teenage cock, the skin the colour of light milk chocolate and the cock tasting just as delicious as the finest Belgium chocolate though having a very different flavour. As he felt the handsome young rapper's hot, moist mouth enveloping and sucking on his cock, Shad just as eagerly went down Zac's stiff, throbbing cock, the fact he was a white boy making it all the more erotic, and as the black teenager went down on his cock Zac went down Nelly's.
Having a white boy sucking on his dark black sausage caused Nelly to quiver with pleasure even greater than he'd ever felt before, and the horny rapper eagerly went down on Omari. The black teenager inhaled deeply with the pleasure of having his cock surrounded by a hot, wet mouth, all the more erotic that it was the rapper Nelly who was sucking on it, and he just as eagerly leaned forward and took the monstrous eight-inch cock of Cool J between his lips. The thirty-six-year-old father of four meanwhile went down on Aaron Carter, the sixteen-year- old white heartthrob of thousands of teen and preteen girls who would have been shocked, and disgusted, to see their young heartthrob getting his stiff, throbbing cock sucked by a black man, an adult more than twice his age, and even more shocked and disgusted to see their idol eagerly sucking on the throbbing black cock of another rapper.
The seven of them trembled with delight as they felt the hot, moist suction on their swollen flesh. The pleasure of having their cocks sucked and the throbbing of their swollen dicks and the itching of their knobs caused them to eagerly bring the same pleasure to the person they were sucking. They licked the sensitive rim of the stiff cock in their mouth, knowing the pleasure they were bringing was the same pleasure as they were receiving. Black sucking white, white sucking black, and black sucking black, teenager and adult, the seven eagerly bobbed their heads as they slipped their lips up and down the throbbing flesh in their mouths and swallowed the cock-flavoured saliva filling their mouths. From sixteen years of age to thirty-six, they trembled with the pleasure of having a hot, throbbing cock between their legs and with the building pressure deep in their loins to ejaculate, an experience only a man can know and that united all of them regardless of colour or age.
I need you to get up, up on the dance floor
Give that man what he askin' for Cuz I feel like bustin' loose and I feel like touchin' you (uh, uh) And can't nobody stop the juice so baby tell me what's the use
I said . . .
Hot in . . .
So hot in herre
So hot in . . . ah OH!!
Seven stiff, aching cocks throbbed out their creamy juice and seven sweating, horny studs eagerly swallowed the hot, thick slime spurting into their mouths as they themselves spurted out their ball juice. They groaned and sighed with the pleasure pulsating through their throbbing cocks, the rims of their knobs and the openings to their dicks burning and itching as shot after shot spurted out of their bodies, their swollen balls, black and white, drawn up tight under their exploding cannons. Hot, thick, creamy cum filled their mouths and flowed down their throats, and they eagerly swallowed the thick offering as their minds spun with the tart flavour and their powerful ejaculations. Aaron and Zac eagerly sucked on the thick black cocks in their mouths, draining the black men's balls of their black seed while Cool and Shad sucked on the cocks of the two white boys just as eagerly, hungrily drinking their white-boy juice.
Ludacris, Nelly and Omari likewise sucked on their black brothers' huge, black sausages, savouring their thick hot cum as they too emptied their swollen, black balls in a stuccato burst of pleasure.
As they finally separated and lay back, their chests heaving with their exertion, lips glistening with a fine film of cum and their breaths smelling of cock and jism, the seven studs closed their eyes with the double ecstasy of having shot their loads and of having brought their partners off. They lay there for a long time, lost in that throbbing, silent world of post climatic bliss.
Nelly was the first to stir. Having collapsed beside Aaron, who was lying in the opposite direction with his back to him, the rapper could not help squirming over, and pulling apart the sixteen-year-old's ass cheeks, running his tongue up the salty crack. Aaron opened and closed his sphincter with delight, at first not quite sure who it was that was rimming him but delighted. Discovering it was the dark twenty-nine-year-old rapper whose promo photos usually had him with his head back and a smug and sneering look in his eyes and whose songs featured gun violence and drugs, Aaron was even more delighted. Like Nelly had observed in an interview once, "who says pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?" Before him was a familiar cock, a beautiful chocolate brown with a dark bulbous knob with a brown-black rim, laying between a pair of round balls and below a thatch of dark brown hairs with a goldish sheen. As he snuggled closer and nuzzled Shad's sweaty balls with his nose, his former boyfriend similarly nuzzled his. As the familiar, delightful fragrance of their balls filled each other's lungs, the two horny teenage boys felt desire begin to swell up in their loins once again. Although they had each gone on to other love interests, the puppy love they'd shared would always make sex between them special.
Zac and Omari, finding themselves in the same position and seeing Aaron and Shad, buried their faces in each other's hairy crotch and inhaled the spicy fragrance of teen sweat, hot cock, and freshly shot cum. As the two teenagers began to kiss and nibble the dangling flesh between each other's legs, Cool J and Ludacris, lying on either side of the two boys, glanced over at Nelly and then at each other, and with a wink and a leer, they snuggled up behind the two teenagers. Cool J pulled apart Zac's cheeks and ran his tongue slowly up his crack without the slightest hesitation. This was something his wife insisted was not a turnon for her, and flatly refused to do to him, which was once reason he sought out men on the sly on occasion. Licking a man's ass crack and rimming his hole was one of the most debasing things a man could tell another to do, and one of the most erotic, especially when it was a black man doing a white boy. Getting down and dirty with another man was a turnon for Ludacris too and one of the reasons he also sought out those of his sex on the sly despite having a wife and young daughter. As he wormed his tongue up Omari's dank hole, the young rapper was surprised the older man would do such a thing, especially considering he was a husband and a father, and considering the rough gangsta image he portrayed in his music.
Having their cocks sucked and having their partner's cock swelling between their lips, and for three of them, having their assholes rimmed by a hot, wet tongue, the four sixty-nining teenage boys were soon stiff and eager to get off another load. Aaron, at sixteen the youngest of the seven of them, quivered and arched his back as the handsome twenty-nine-year-old rapper wormed his tongue up his dank hole and his seventeen-year-old boyfriend sucked deeply on his stiff cock while Aaron slipped his lips up and down his seven-inch black rod. Lying beside him, Zac and Omari were eagerly sucking on each other's swollen, throbbing organ as the two teens were being eagerly rimmed by the two black rappers who were also beginning to swell.
Given the wide female audience the four teenage boys had considering their range of music from traditional rock to modern rap, and from pop to hip hop, they covered everyone from bright-eyed innocent preteen girls to their older sisters with budding breasts and budding romances and their still older full-boobed, finger-fucking sisters and even their sagging-breasted star-struck mothers. Regardless of their age and their sexual awareness and experience, their fans would have been shocked to see them at that moment, laying there on their sides, eagerly sucking cock as they themselves were being sucked and squirming with delight as their assholes were being licked and probed.
The three older rappers had a range of fans themselves, from giggling young teenage girls who thought it cool and daring to listen to dirty lyrics by black gangsters prohibited by their parents to older teens and young women turned on by the tough image the singers presented to the public, and teenage boys and young black men who aspired to be rich and famous, and rough and tough, just like them. They would have been just as surprised as the fans of the teenage boys, and perhaps even more so given the tough image and heterosexuality the three rappers portrayed in their lyrics and in their public lives to have seen them laying there sucking asshole. To know that all three enjoyed men on the sly, two of them despite being married and being fathers, would have been a shock, and if made public, would surely bring a quick end to their careers. If the wives of Ludacris and Cool J were to learn that the lips that kissed them each morning had the previous night been sucking ass would surely have resulted in divorces besides.
At the moment their wives were the farthest thing from the minds of the two men as they pressed their lips against the assholes of their teenage partners and began to blow their spittle into their rectums. The thought of how hot and tight the three boys would be had already caused the cocks of the three black men to rise up in eagerness and anticipation. Having lubed their assholes and rectums with spittle, the three men snuggled up behind the three teenage boys and wedged the tips of their rigid, swollen cocks into the spit-slick openings they had been licking and sucking. The three teenage boys eagerly pushed out with their abdomens as the three black men wrapped their arms about them and slowly pushed their hips forward. The six of them grunted and snorted as the three pairs strained to unite, the three men gripping the teenagers' hips tightly as they slowly pushed their hips forward, their thick, swollen knobs slowly stretching open the willing, straining sphincters of the three horny teenage boys.
Finally each of the men felt his cockhead pop inside his partner's hot, moist rectum, and with relief and eager anticipation each continued to sink his long, black pole up his partner's asshole until his curly black hairs were pressing against the smooth, tender butt of the teenager whose asshole was now gripping his stiff cock. Each wrapped his burly arms about the slender, smooth body before him and closed his eyes in an ecstasy only men and boys can know, that of having his hot, aching cock surrounded by moist, throbbing ass flesh. The three teenagers closed their eyes and relished the unique and erotic sensation of having their sphincters stretched open by a thick shaft and their rectums stuff by hot, throbbing cock. One by one they turned their attention back to sucking the cocks in their mouths as the three adults caught their breath.
Sucking cock while having yours sucked was another joy that only men and boys could know, a joy that was both physical and mental. The throbbing of their shafts and the burning of the knobs as they felt their partner's hot, moist mouth descend on their aching flesh and then draw back sent shivers of delight up their spines, and knowing that they were bringing their partners the same pleasure as they slipped their lips up and down their turgid, throbbing cocks doubled that delight.
Nelly, Cool J, and Ludacris slowly began to slide their hips to and fro, easing their stiff, aching cocks in and out of the hot, moist chambers surrounding them, drawing them out until their knobs began to stretch open their partners' sphincters, and then slowly sinking them back up their partner's rectums. To the two married men, fucking ass was a joy unto itself, a joy that was totally different from fucking a woman's cunt, or for that matter, fucking a woman. It was a totally different feeling physically, and a totally different act mentally. It was the delight and the uniqueness of having sex with a fellow man, the raw eroticism of having pure sex for the joy of sex itself, that kept them seeking out male partners. And, of all the acts two men can engage in, none came as close to sex between a man and woman as fucking ass did. Of course for the teenage boys, having their asses fucked by a hot, thick cock was part of the joy of being gay. That the cocks up their assholes belonged to tough, rough, black rappers made it all the more erotic. For Aaron, having a stiff, thick cock thrusting in and out of his ass and another throbbing hotly in his mouth while his own was being eagerly sucked was the closest he could imagine to being in heaven. The horny young singer could not imagine how it could possibly get any better as he eagerly deep-throated the thick, chocolate-brown cock of his former boyfriend and lover as the handsome, smooth-skinned heartthrob of thousands of girls just as eagerly sucked on his cock while his ass was being reamed by the thick, black cock of an equally renown black rapper.
Hot in . . .
So hot in herre
So hot in . . . ah OH!!
(Want a lil bit of ah, ah, and a lil bit of ah ah)
I was like, good gracious ass is bodacious (UH!)
Flirtatious, tryin to show patience
I'm waitin' for the right time to shoot me steam (ya know)
From sixteen to thirty-six years of age, single and married, black and white, and with a full range of reputations, the seven hot, horny singers closed their eyes in the ecstasy that only a man can know, and only another man can bring. They quivered and snorted as they once again felt that pressure developing in their loins. Nelly, Cool J and Ludacris increased their tempo, slipping their swollen, aching cocks in and out of the hot, throbbing assholes of the three snorting, sweating teenage boys more and more rapidly and the three boys quivered with the painful pleasure of having their tight asses savagely fucked. Aaron, Shad, Zac and Omari eagerly slipped their lips up and down the stiff, throbbing cocks in their mouths as their own cocks were sucked. They swallowed the cock-flavoured spittle filling their mouths as if it were the sweetest nectar, knowing that anytime soon their mouths would be filled with an even sweeter nectar.
Once again the room was filled with the snorting and gasping of seven hot, randy studs approaching their climaxes, and once again the hot, stuffy air was filled with the fragrance of sweaty bodies and balls and finally once again the musky scent of fresh cum as the seven horny, naked men and boys erupted, the second time that night for the three rappers, the fifth time for the four teenagers. Aaron quivered with pure delight as his asshole was filled with the hot slime of the twenty-nine-year-old rapper tightly grasping his body while he eagerly drank the thick and still copious juice of his seventeen-year-old lover and filled his lover's mouth with his own thick, hot cream. Nelly inhaled deeply and with unabashed pleasure as he filled the young white boy with his jizz and wrapped his thick, black arms about his trim, muscular body. He always enjoyed fucking ass, but this was particularly pleasant. Shad felt just as ecstatic as his large black balls constricted and he shot his load into his former boyfriend's mouth. Aaron was still the best cock sucker he'd ever met.
Zac arched his back and shot his thick but still copious load into the young black rapper whose long, thick cock he was sucking as the thirty-six-year-old rapper and father of four behind him sank his cock deep up his asshole and filled his rectum with his hot, thick cum just as he'd filled his wife's cunt the night before. It was moments like that, that both Zac and Cool J had no regrets that they liked men. Nor did Ludacris as the gasping, sweating rapper filled Omari's rectum with his cum, delighting in having fucked his ass with as much relish and as much pleasure as he fucked his wife's cunt, and the young black rapper just as eagerly swallowed Zac's hot, creamy load as Zac swallowed his as he felt his ass being filled with Ludacris's shot.
Give that man what he askin' for Cuz I feel like bustin' loose and I feel like touchin' you (uh, uh) And can't nobody stop the juice so baby tell me what's the use
I said . . .
Hot in . . .
So hot in herre
So hot in . . . ah OH!!