I do not claim this story to be true in anyway. It is purely fictional entertainment about two very sexy men. I do not claim that this is their sexuality (and even though it would be nice) I do not claim to know their sexuality.
Eminem and Justin Bieber
This story takes place 4 years ago when Justin Bieber had recently released "My World 2.0" and was currently 16 years old. Marshall Mathers/Eminem was 38 (But still sexy as hell and didn't look a day over 25) and had just released his new album Recovery. While not involved in any sexual action, Eminem's daughter, Hailie, was 15 at the time. The first chapter does not involve any sexual intercourse, but the following chapters may (will) involve sexual situations involving a minor.
"Hailie, do you really want to go to that queers concert that bad?" Eminem asks his daughter.
"Yes, dad, we've been over this like a million times now!" Hailie explains.
"But Justin Bieber? Really? I understand the whole boyband fan-craze shit, but him? He is like the epitome of fag, wrapped up into one gay little singer."
"Dad!"
"I'm just saying honey, it's true."
"I don't care! He has a concert this Saturday and I really, really, really want you to take me?" Hailie protests.
He finally gives in and says "Fine. If you really want to go, I will take you."
Hailie runs up to me and wraps her arms around me and says "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, you're the best dad in the whole wide world?"
Eminem snickers and mutters under his breath "We'll see how long that lasts..."
"Huh?"
"Oh, nothing."
~Three Days Later~
It is the Friday before the concert and Eminem is sitting on his bed talking on the phone with his producer, and friend, Dre.
"Dawg, I just don't know what I'm gonna do about tomorrow yo. I am supposed to be taking Hailie to that fag Biebers concert and dawg I just don't wanna go," Eminem complains.
"You know what man, I know exactly what you're saying. But you made a promise to your daughter, and this means a lot to her. You have to do it; you cannot back out on this shit, Em. Look, I gotta go but man get your shit together," Dre tells Eminem, and then hangs up the phone.
"Shit, this really sucks" Eminem says to himself.
~The Next Day at the Concert~
Eminem is standing with Hailie, in the front row tickets he bought last minute for his daughter. He got the full package, with back stage passes and everything. Hailie was screaming and singing with Bieber, and Eminem was thinking about all the ways he would like to kill himself. He looks at his watch and sees that there should only be a few minutes before it is over, and then they can go backstage and then go home. Justin finishes his last song and then takes off his sweaty shirt and throws it into the crowd, and straight to Hailie. She catches it and is elated; her father is disgusted at why she would want his sweaty gross shirt. Em looks back up to the stage and sees the young mans' glistening 6-pack and cute boxers showing from his tight dark wash jeans that don't leave anything to your imagination. Em quickly snaps himself out of it and criticizes himself for thinking something like that when he is straight.
It was later when they went backstage that Em really shocked himself. When they rounded the corner, they were first in line to get Justin's' signature. Justin was standing next to a table, wearing new jeans which as if it was even possible, hugged his cute boy ass even tighter. Em noticed the boxers were the same and also realized there was a more noticeable bulge in the front than before. Em figured the only thing it could be is a hard-on but it is only his daughter and him in the room. Eminem quickly slams the young man against the wall with his left hand, and grabs Justin's crotch with his right.
"Dad, what are you doing!?"
"Quiet Hailie. Go in the car and wait. Now."
Bodyguards attempt to move in but with one glare from Em they back off.
Eminem returns his glare to the singer and says "Do you think it is okay for you to get a boner from my little girl? Walking around here without a shirt getting the hots for my god damned daughter? You must be out of your fucking mind, you little bitch."
Justin is holding Em's wrist, trying to get him off but to no prevail. "No sir, you have it all wrong!" Justin tries to explain.
"Oh then please do explain why I feel about 8 inches of hard little dick under my hand?"
"Mr. Eminem, Sir," Justin is clearly stumbling over his words when he continues "It wasn't from your, uh, from your daughter."
Eminem returns his attention to Justin and says in a much less angry tone, "If it wasn't my daughter, then who was it who got you so excited?"
Justin looks around nervously and then tells his body guards to leave before answering quietly "Well sir, it was, um, well, it was you..."
"Just what I thought you fucking queer. You know what we do in Detroit to fags like you?"
Justin's face goes pale "No... No... No, sir..."
Eminem takes a piece of paper and a marker from the table and quickly writes out and address and time on it, and then says to Justin "Be there tomorrow at 8 o'clock sharp to find out. Hailie is going over a friends and it will just be me and you."
The address was his own, and Em figured if Justin did not already know that, he would soon find out. Without another word Eminem left the room and got in his car, where Hailie was waiting.
"What happened? You didn't hurt him did you? Please tell me you didn't hurt him!"
"Everything is fine Hailie. Just a misunderstanding."
There was silence for a few minutes on the drive home before Em asks her "Still going over to your friend's house tomorrow?"
"Yeah, if that's still okay?"
"Oh yeah, that's fine"