"Empire Sex Chronicles"
(This is a fictional story. The characters and their sexual roles that are in this writing do no reference the real sexual roles of the character or the person playing the character roles.)
Chapter 1 - Saving Lucious and Hakeem's Hot Tub
Lucious Lyons walked into one of the meeting rooms at Empire. There his son, Jamal Lyons, sat at the conference table. Lucious walked over to the table, sat down and leaned forward against the table placing his head into the palms of his hands. Jamal looked over at his father not knowing what was going on. He had never seen his father act this way.
"What's wrong Dad? Is everything alright?" Jamal asked.
"No, son. I've gotten myself into some mess," Lucious replied to his son.
"What kind of mess? Is there anything I can do?" Jamal asked his father.
"I'm afraid not. This is out of my hands," Lucious replied. "There are two men waiting in my office and to say the least, we owe them a lot of money; loans from when your mother and I first started this business."
"We can pay them," Jamal asserted. We have plenty of money."
"Not enough son," Lucious responded.
"There has to be something there we can do. No matter what it is I am sure we can find a way out we always do we are a very strong and prominent family here in New York." Jamal stated as he placed his hand on his father's back and slowly began to rub his father's back to comfort him.
"That's enough Jamal! I told you about all that fruity shit!" Lucious said as he looked over at his middle child.
"Dad I wasn't being fruity. I was just trying to comfort you. You always take my homosexuality too far," Jamal replied to his father. "I am your son! You are my father! You need to learn to love me, who I am and what I have to offer!
"That's it Jamal! You are right you do have something to offer and it just might be our solution to this mess that we are in!" Luscious responded wide-eyed and with a very suspicious smile on his face as he looked at Jamal.
"What do you mean?" Jamal questioned as he looked at his father curiously.
"Stand up son," Luscious said as the smile on his face grew more intense.
Jamal didn't know what was going in. He had no clue of what his father was thinking but he was sure that it was something crooked. After all that's how he built the family empire, doing crooked things. He slowly scooted his chair out from underneath the table and stood up. Lucious looked his son over. Lucious noticed Jamal's fitted shirt that gripped onto his pecs so tightly that his nipples imprint poked the shirt outwards. He looked down a little further noticing his son's shirt also clinging to his torsos. Lucious' eyes moved down from his son's torsos and made their way to the crotch area of Jamal's pants. His eyes widened as he started at the long thick bulge that ran down Jamal's pants leg. Lucious' smile became even more wide, noticing how big his son's dick was, and how far it stretched down his pants leg.
"Dad... DAD!" Jamal said trying to avert his father's attention back to him.
"Turn around son," Lucious responded without taking his eyes off his son's crotch area.
"Dad what's going on? Why are you starting at me like that?" Jamal questioned his father weary of the lustful eyes that his father was giving him.
"Just do as I say son," Lucious said with a soft sensual voice. "Turn around for me."
"Ok Dad. If you say so," Jamal replied hesitantly without moving, staring at his father.
Luscious lifted his finger and motioned it in a circular motion, once again instructing Jamal to turn around for him. Jamal took in a deep breath and just as he was about to turn around there was a light knock on the door. Andre, Lucious' oldest son, opened the door to the conference room and walked in.
"Father, the men in your office are getting eager about the situation," Andre said with a nervous look on his face.
"Don't worry son. I think I have found a solution for our problems. Let me finish talking to your brother, and I will get right back with them," Lucious replied.
"Yes father," Andre said as he quickly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Lucious looked back over at Jamal. His eyes went straight to his son's crotch area again. Once again, he lifted his finger and motioned for Jamal to turn around. Jamal took in another deep breath and then he did what his father asked of him. He slowly turned around, looking over his shoulder the whole time watching his father and noticing his father's eyes widened even more as he turned.
Lucious couldn't believe his eyes. His son was the jackpot. His pants held tighter to his ass then they did to his dick. Jamal's ass was perfectly round. Lucious could see the individual outline of each of Jamal's round buttocks. He could even see the slit down the middle that separated each of Jamal's butt checks. He couldn't believe his son's body was so perfect. No wonder all the record label producers wanted his son. From what he was packing in the front to what he was carrying in the back any man, gay or straight, wouldn't be able to turn Jamal down.
"Jamal, son, lift up your shirt," Lucious said with the same sensual voice.
"Dad!" Jamal responded.
"Do as I say son. Now lift it up," Lucious repeated.
Jamal once again took in a deep breath. He took both of his hands and placed them on the bottom edges of his short and lifted his shirt up. Lucious' smile became so wide that his teeth were showing. What he was thinking was one hundred percent correct. Jamal was wearing a thong underneath his pants. The Top line of his son's thong was coming out of the top of Jamal's pants. No wonder his ass looked so defined in his pants, he was wearing a thong, making his ads free underneath them.
"Jamal, son, I need you to take care of this mess that I got us in," Lucious began to explain.
"How do you expect me to do that?" Jamal questioned as he slowly turned around to face his father.
Lucious looked down at his son's crotch again. This time he was eagerly surprised. Jamal's dick was not only stretching down the length of his pants, but it was now fully hard and seemed to have grown even thicker and longer than it was before. His son's hardened dick bulge was somewhat poking out his pants as though it was trying to break free.
"Go in my office and take care of the two men that are sitting in there," Lucious further explained.
"Take care of them how?" Jamal asked.
"Show them what you have to offer," Lucious said looming up at his son and winking at him.
"Dad!" Jamal replied in disbelief.
"Treat this as a project. A project that only you can handle for me. Be my secret weapon on this one. You said to take you for what you have to offer," Lucious bargained.
"Ok Dad, but just this one time. I'll do what I can," Jamal replied.
"And I'm sure what you can do will be just enough!" Lucious said as he winked at his son once again.
(MEANWHILE)
Hakeem Lyons soaks in the hot tube in the sauna room at Empire... The water in the hot tub was clear, allowing his naked body to be visible if someone were to look into the water. He was trying to relax before he had to go on stage for his big performance with his brother Jamal. His pre-performance ritual was to smoke, drink, and fuck. He was known for his orgy parties, and for how hot they were. His performance with his older brother was in a few hours and just like before every performance his dick was throbbing.
It was something about the stage, being on the stage, and how the crowd reacted to him on stage that did something to him. Somehow and someway the stage turned him on. Just thinking about performing would make his dick grow. Even when he was a boy, watching how the crowd would react to his father being on the stage made a huge movement in his pants.
As he lay in the hot tub with his eyes closed he began to envision himself on the stage. He can see the crowd. He can hear the crowd. He loves the crowd.
The crowd going wild. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it out to the crowd. The crowd goes wild fighting for his shirt. He hears the crowd chanting his name. "Hakeem.. Hakeem.. Hakeem."
Hakeem's right arm slowly slid off the edge of the hot tub sliding its way down into the hot tub. As it makes its path through the water his hand begins to open. He quickly grabs ahold of his throbbing nine inch of dick, wrapping his fingers around it. He begins to stroke it up and down letting out soft gentle moans from the feeling of his own hand making love to his dick. As his hand moves up the full length of his nine in dick he takes in a deep breath, slowly letting it out as he slides his hand back down the length of it. Slowly his left arm moves from the edge of the hot tub and breaks another path into the hot tubs water. His hand made its way to his balls and begins to run them in a circular motion as his right hand ejaculated his manhood. Within moments, Hakeem's left arm slides down beneath his balls and he begins to massage his taint area. His dick begins to throb as he rubs his taint and jerks his nine-inch dick. Without a thought Hakeem's thumb embarks from his fingers clutched position and slides into the tip of his ads hole. As his thumb tip entered his hole, he let out a brief sigh of pleasure.
The door to the sauna room opened. Hakeem's sexual trance was unbroken. Warren, Jamal's boyfriend walked into the room and was surprised to see his boyfriends younger brother, Hakeem, lying in the hot tub, one hand on his dick and the other hand's thumb embedded in his ass hole. Warren just stood there looking at Hakeem in disbelief.
"Unh.. unh," Warren said breaking Hakeem's trance.
Hakeem's eyes shot open. He looked over at the door and saw Warren standing there. He quickly slid his thumb out of his ads hole, and removed his hand from his dick, placing both over top of his crotch area trying to cover himself. He couldn't believe Warren saw him. Not only was he jerking his dick but he was also fingering himself.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?" Hakeem screamed at Warren. "Get the fuck out of here!"
"My fault. I thought you was your brother," Warren replied.
"Nawl homie, I'm not my brother. This is out of bounds," Hakeem rebutted.
Warren just stood there. He's eyes were fixated on Hakeem's dick. Even though Hakeem was trying to hide it, the thick mushroom head of his nine-inch dick was poking out free. Hakeem looked at Warren and then followed his eyes path, noticing that Warren was focusing on his dick.
"Nigga quit looking at my dick and get the fuck out of here!" Hakeem forcefully said to Warren.
"The more and more I look at you, the more you remind me of Jamal. Exactly like Jamal," Warren said as he closed the door to the sauna, locked it and walked over to the hot tub.
"Yo, back the fuck up. I'm not with that gay shit you and Jamal be on," Hakeem said trying to convince Warren to leave.
"It looks like you are on it," Warren said as he pointed down to Hakeem's dick which was still hard as a brick.
"Nah man, I'm not with that," Hakeem replied as he tried to cover his dick better.
"Move your hands," Warren said to Hakeem.
"Really Warren. I'm not down with that," Hakeem replied.
"I would hate to have to go back to my grandmother and tell her you don't deserve you daughter Bella any more. Now, move your hands and let me see it," Warren ordered.
Hakeem slowly moved his hands as Warren told him. His dick popped straight up into the air. Warren slowly knelt and took Hakeem's dick into his hand, wrapping his fingers around it tightly. Hakeem's mouth flew open as he let out a loud moan from the feeling of Warrens warm hands tightly gripped around his dick.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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