Mad Method of Durst

By moc.eticxe@02xamxalb

Published on Nov 7, 2000

Gay

Disclaimer: First off, If you are under the age of 18 or it is illegal to view this material where you are.....then you need to leave immediately. This is a story fueled by fantasy and in no way do I claim to know their sexual preferences. So take this as a fantasy writing please. Now if you have any comments or story suggestion (or you just want to write a email saying whassup) hit me at blaxmax20@excite.com

The Misadventures of Eminem

This series pick up right after The Mad Method of Durst 2

Part

Eminem sat up in the limp driving. His head was wozy and he could still taste the cum from LL Cool J. He wanted to cry but he wouldn't give anyone the pleasure of seeing him cry. D'Angelo sat across from him. His gaze was upon Eminem just in case he got rowdy. After what seemed like an eternity of sitting in silence, D'angelo eased over next to Eminem and put his arm around him. Em cringed at this sudden touch. But that didn't stop D'Angelo from reaching over and giving him a tug closer. In Eminem's head, he sure revenge on all that played him tonight. And he still could not believe that Fred Durst was bottoming out with Method Man. D'Angelo reached down and put his hand in Eminem's pant and gave his cock a feel. It was definitely a good tool. Eminem spread his leg so that D'Angelo could get at it better. He thought that D'Angelo would probably give him a blow job and drop him off at home. And if D'angelo reached down and gave him a blow job, Eminem swore to himself he would give his face a ride to remember. And he would claim D'Angelo as his slut. Maybe even have a party and fuck him in front of all the people there. This ideal instantly got him hard. That and the fact that D'Angelo was jacking him. He had to admit to himself that having this hulk of muscle all over him was making him a little hot. Then D'Angelo finger found Eminem's virgin hole and grave it light brushes. Eminem's body contorted. He had never played with his hole before and this was turning him on. D'Angelo got tired of teasing him and let him unlubricated hand enter him. It slid in but it was rough. Eminem felt a little pain but he also felt the pleasure that he got from it. He tried hard to hide the pleasure but as D'Angelo's finger fuck picked up speed....he involuntarily let out moans. Thats when D'Angelo knew it was time to get him devirginized. D'Angelo unzipped eminem's short and slid them down with his boxer. Eminem's cock stood straight out at 8 inches. D'Angelo thought to himself this boy is packing. Soon Eminem was naked from bottom down with only a shirt to cover him up. But at this point all his inhibitions were gone. He knew he was about to get fucked so he figured why not just sit back and enjoy it best way he could. Eminem was turned over so that his head was buried in the limo's cushions and his ass was sticking up. Eminem closed his eyes and waited for the intrusion. And he felt an intrusion but of a different kind. D'Angelo figured that he needed to be lubed before entered. SO D'Angelo ran his tongue across Eminem's crack. "Spread your cheeks," D'Angelo commanded moving into a different position so that he could get his tongue into bettr access. Eminem shyly reached back and clasped his two ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Eminem felt humiliated. D'Angelo's tongue just dove deeper into his ass which caused Em to start moaning like never before. The limo driver heard this and took a look back through the mirror. He had never thought he see bad ass Eminem being tongue fucked and moaning like a bitch. But it was. So slowly D'Angelo started to back out of the hole but Eminem wanted more. Eminem reached his hand back and pulled D'Angelo's face into his ass. Eminem let a fart out and busted up laughing. D'Angelo was humiliated and turned on. He got in position and got ready to fuck Eminem. He enter him with one thrust. Eminem screamed and squirmed. This made D'Angel bust up laughing. D'Angelo was watching the fucking in the mirror and thinking how beautiful the skin contrast is. His 9 inch cock slid in and out of Eminem's ass. He was geting closer and closer to cum. He could feel his ball churning-ready to sprew. Eminem let lose without even touching himself.. D'Angelo came soon after that. He came right into Eminem and pulled out. D'Angelo sat over to the side and pulled out his cellphone. He spotted the cum on the seat that Eminem sprewed just a while ago. "Lick that seat clean," D'Angelo commanded and continued talking on the phone. Eminem looked like a sad puppy as his face lowered to the seat and he lapped up the cum. Thats when he spotted the driver watching in the front with a smile on his face. He shot him the most sinister look. When he was done he sat up and looked for his clothes but didn't see them. So he modesty pulled the shirt so that it would cover his cock and balls. He could feel the cum running out o his ass but he just sat there in silence and wondered why this had happened.

The limo arrived at the huge mansion. Eminem didn't know where this was. D'Angelo popped of the limo and went to the other side and got Eminem. D'Angelo and Eminem walked up to the door and rung the bell. The lights came on and the door popped open. There stood Kevin from the Backstreet Boys. When he saw what Eminem was wearing he cracked the biggest smile. "This is payment," D'Angelo said coming up to give Kevin a hug. While they were huggin he copped a feel of Kevin's ass. Kevin let out an ohh. But D'Angelo could not stay because he was due in the studio in a little while. So Eminem was left in the house with this Backstreet Boy. Eminem sneered at his situation. They both just watched each other intensely. "So you hate boy bands.....tonight im gonna change you mind about that," Kevin said finally giving up the nice guy face. He picked up the small Eminem over his shoulder and carried him into the master bedroom. With the clap of Kevin's hand, the room went dimmr and some soft music came on. Eminem was in shock. Kevin wasted no time...he pulled his 6 inch cock out and put it up to Eminem's holes. He enter slowly-sliding each inch in and letting him get accomadated to it. Eminem was on his back with Kevin staring down at him. He hated boy bands. He hated the songs. The success they were having. But something about Kevin's dark eyes made him want to be there at that moment. Eminem pulled Kevin's head down and kissed him. Tongues fighting a war. The feeling were sexy and angry. There was bad blood between them. And Kevin was going to make sure he felt this tomorrow. ANd have him remember he got fucked by a backstreet boy. The fuck started slow but turned violent. Kevin pushed his cock in and out at rapid speeds. Eminem layed there moaning. He knew he deserved what he got. He had gave them a hard time. Kevin got tired of looking at his face so he flipped him over and smacked his ass a few time before re-entering the rapper's ass. The bed rock with each thrust. It banged the head board against the wall. Then Kevin spilled his cum into Eminem. Eminem was raw and could not really move. Kevin got up and straightened up while Eminem layed there. He was spent. The doorbell rung and Kevin leaned over and whisphered in Eminem's ear,"party tonight...and you are the guest of honor." Kevin left the room. Eminem managed to get himself up and started looking for a window he could get out of.

Continued....maybe!!!

Next: Chapter 4


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