The following is purely a work of fiction. I don't know the celebs in it nor do I know their sexuality. If you are under 18, you cannot read any further.
The Miseducation of Slim
Part Two: Rock Your Body
Marshall Mathers strode out of Nelly's hotel suite with the key card Nelly had given him as he departed, clutched firmly in hand. His mind, still slightly clouded from the killer weed, was just starting to comprehend the seriousness of what had just happened. The richest white rapper in the world had just let an equally rich black rapper fuck his virgin ass and mouth. As he walked out of the hotel, with his hood drawn over his head, his thoughts went around and around in his head. What if his label found out that he smoked cock? What if the press got wind of what happened last night? What would his daughter say if she ever found out?
"I don't even want to think about that," he mumbled.
In fact, all that he could figure out was that what had happened tonight certainly wasn't going to be the last time. His cock gave a stir just thinking about it. Through his guilty conscience, horniness busted in and prevailed. Shaking his head, Em flagged down a cab and went back to his hotel.
The next morning, Slim woke up to the sound of the phone ringing.
"What up..." he mumbled after struggling to get the phone to his ear.
"Sup, Slim," said the voice on the other end.
"Sleeping, yo..." he said. "What's happening, Fiddy?"
"Not much, brotha," said Slim's protégé 50 Cent. "I was calling to say it's gonna be me up there on stage next year, word."
"Hope so," Slim said genuinely. Marshall had produced 50's album "Get Rich or Die Trying" and knew that there was a lot of potential in it. First and foremost, Slim was a businessman and knew where to invest his money.
"Well, it ain't gonna happen wit you sleeping till noon, motherfucker," 50 laughed. "You best be ready to promote me, or both our asses goan git fucked."
'If only you knew,' Slim thought.
"Something up, Slim?"
"Nah, I've just gotta figure some shit out, bra. I promise, you'll have my full attention when the album drops, yo."
"Ah-ight!" 50 said. "See ya soon, Slim."
"Later, bra..." Slim said. The receiver didn't even make it to the phone before Em was out again.
Later that night, Slim, tightly holding the key card that Nelly had given him the night before, got into a cab and headed back to the St. Lunatic rapper's suite. He kept thinking that he could tell the driver to turn around anytime, but every time he opened his mouth, he found himself thinking about that sensation of being filled with cock that was hard for him and his body. He simply couldn't believe that a fine-ass brother like Nelly would want his white ass over any bitch in North America, just about all of which would fuck him silly if they had the chance. Before he knew it, Slim was at the hotel.
Drawing his hood over his head and putting sunglasses on, Eminem slipped into the hotel lobby, this time, avoiding the watchful eye of the bellman. He found his way to the elevators and pushed the button that would take him back up to Nelly's suite.
Slim stepped out of the elevator and saw something that caused him to blink twice. Standing outside the door of the hotel suite was someone dressed exactly like himself - young white guy, hooded sweatshirt, dark sunglasses. This twin image turned, saw Em and froze. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Suddenly, Slim realized who this was. Standing before him in disguise was the former member of N'Sync and current pussy stimulator for every sixteen-year-old vagina, Justin Timberlake. Apparently, Nelly had forgotten to mention to JT that Slim would be joining them. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Slim questioned right back.
"Umm... I was here... Nelly, umm... invited me," JT said, fumbling to take his sunglasses off.
"Well, I was invited too, son," Marshall said, taking off his own sunglasses.
Justin looked a little scared. "Nah, there's no way you're here for what I'm here for."
Em was really starting to enjoy himself. "What ARE you here for? Some big black dick up your white man-pussy."
JT looked positively horrified now. "Shut the fuck up!" he cried. "We... we had plans for tonight. He must have forgotten cause he's not even answering the door."
With a smile on his face, Slim withdrew the key card to the suite. "I guess I'll just let myself in, then." Eminem inserted the card and the locked clicked. With a smug smile on his face, he walked past JT into the suite.
"Damn, it's about time you two showed up," Nelly's familiar voice said from the couch as a cloud of smoke circled his head. His head was thrown back with a blunt hanging on the side of his mouth, and from the angle that the two white boys were looking, it seemed that the St. Lunatic's rapper was already naked and jacking.
"Fuck, bra," Slim said, "You couldn't wait for us?"
"I wanted to wait, baby," Nelly replied, "but HE didn't."
It was at that moment that Slim realized that Nelly wasn't jacking his big black prick; some young black dude with cornrows in his head was swallowing it. He was dressed in a yellow Laker's jersey and shorts. The dude stopped sucking Nelly's prick and looked up at Slim and JT. "And I would have had the whole load to myself, if you muthafuckers hadn't shown up."
Em recognized the young dude but couldn't put a name to the face.
Justin, however, recognized him immediately. "Holy, fucking shit... you're Nick Cannon."
Suddenly, it clicked. Nick Cannon was a rapper and star of the movie "Drumline." Slim remembered how turned on he was during the scene in that movie when Nick was teaching that white kid how to "bang" his drum. "You swing on dick, too?" Slim asked.
"Nah, nah, bra...," Nick said sarcastically, " See what happened was... I tripped and nigga's dick slipped in my muthafucking mouth. Ain't that a bitch?"
Em and JT simply stood there amazed.
Nick turned to Nelly. "Damn... they got a sense of humor, too." Nick turned back to the two white boys. "Get yo lily white asses over here. Shit!"
Slim needed no further encouragement. This was a lot further along than he ever thought he would be in his newfound man-on-man lifestyle, but one look at the bulge in Nick's yellow basketball shorts was enough to send him briskly across the room.
Nick pulled off Slim's hooded sweatshirt. "Damn, bitch, you got some ink..." Nick said. "That really turns me the fuck on, bra. If there's one thing I like more than anything, it's a hot, tatted up blue-eyed white boy sucking me off."
Slim got on his knees in front of this gorgeous black boy and pulled down those yellow shorts. A nice, fat eight-inch cock popped out already hard. Opening wide, Slim swallowed the boy's hot cock while his own cock strained against the material of his shorts. Nick's prick was not a big as Nelly's, so Em was able to take more of it in his mouth, and eventually down his throat. This was getting him so turned on, that he had to relieve the pressure of his aching cock by pulling his shorts down to let his hardening dick have some room to grow. A quick glace at the sofa told Slim that JT had taken over where Nick had left off in servicing Nelly.
Nick bit his bottom lip as he moaned to the lip service that the white rapper was paying him. "Mmmmm... God damn, Nelly, you was right. This white bitch is all about sucking a nigga's dick."
"He had some trouble last night, ya herrd," Nelly said. "But I knew his mouth would fit you a lot better."
Nick pulled Em's head off of his young black fuckstick and said, "Why don't you suck on my nuts, Slim Shady."
Slim nudged underneath Nick's balls and smelled the most wonderful manly smell. Before he could even think about what he was doing, Slim opened wide and started sucking on Nick's nuts.
"Ooooooh, suck on my chocolate salty balls," Nick sang. "Put em in your mouth and suck em." Nelly started busting out laughing and even JT took the cock out of his mouth to laugh for a minute. Slim kept right on sucking... not being able to get enough of the wonderful taste and the texture on his tongue.
"He needs to loosen up," Nelly said. "Get over here, Slim... you bitches want a shotgun?"
Em pulled up his shorts, turned, and sat down on the sofa next to Nelly and JT while Nick sat on Slim's lap, grinding his tight black ass into Eminem's hardening cock. Nelly turned the blunt around and put the burning end in his mouth. He then started blowing smoke out the other end that Slim quickly started sucking. Nelly took the blunt out of his mouth and blew off the ash before taking a deep breath and putting it back in his mouth. This time, Nick sucked the smoke out of the end of the blunt. He held it in his lungs so long that he started choking. "Fuck, that's some good shit!" Nick laughed. "Ugh... uh, uh, uh," he said shaking his torso like he was dancing, while grinding his ass further into Slim's crotch. "Hey, you know what," he said. "I've seen two white chicks together, but I ain't never actually seen two white dudes fucking. It feels like Slim's dick is ready for a tight ass right about now, whatcha say JT?"
Justin still seemed a little intimidated by Em, but with Nelly and Nick's encouragement once Nick moved, he was soon hunched over the white rapper's crotch. Nelly pulled JT's sweatshirt off to reveal the former boyband member's outstanding physique. Even Slim was impressed by the shirtless and tattooed body of Justin Timberlake... someone he had made fun of countless times before. Justin pulled down on the waistband of Slim's shorts and his hard, nine-inch cock popped out again. Sucking on the head briefly, JT surprised Eminem by downing the prick to the pubes without so much as a gag. "Aaaah..." Slim said grasping the shoulders of Nick and Nelly who were on either side of him.
"He's had a lot of practice," laughed Nelly. "Ain't that right, JT?"
With a mouthful of cock, all Justin could do was moan. After a few minutes, Nick became impatient. "Let's see some fucking!" he said.
Justin sat up and pulled his shorts down his muscular and hairy legs. He then climbed off the sofa and knelt in front of it, so that his upper body was pressing against the cushions. Slim got off the sofa also and positioned himself behind JT.
"Eat that ass, Slim... get him all wet," Nick suggested.
Slim bent down and spread JT's asscheeks apart. His asshole was round and pink... almost like a mini cunt. Em had eaten his fair share of cunts before... including Kim's (more times than he'd like to remember) but he had never thought of rimming a chick's ass much less another dude's. Slim got closer to the hole with his mouth and he could smell that wonderful masculine smell. JT had obviously showered because it didn't smell dirty, just manly. Slim stuck out his tongue and ran it from the top of Justin's asscrack all the way down to that pink hole. Justin couldn't contain the shudder that wracked his whole body when Eminem continued to brush his tongue lightly against his pucker. 'So this his how you truly control a man,' thought Slim.
"Ah... I gotta get fucked," Justin said.
Slim bent upright again. While he had been absorbed in JT's ass, Nelly had brought the lube and handed it to Slim, who put a generous amount on his still rock-hard cock. He positioned himself at Justin's backdoor and then pushed himself slowly in. JT didn't make a sound except for heavy breathing. His breathing got more and more urgent until Slim got deep enough to hit that manly g-spot. "Oh, my god," Justin said, clawing the sofa. "Fuck me Slim!"
Eminem began a slow rhythm of pulling in and out of the tight white ass. He really wanted to enjoy his first fuck of another dude.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Nick asked looking at Nelly.
"What, yo...?"
"You ever seen a double stuff Oreo?"
Nelly started laughing again. "I feel, ya, baby... I want in on this too." Nelly knelt on the sofa in front of JT and started whacking the white boy in the face with his ten inch cock until Justin opened up and started swallowing.
Meanwhile, Nick had come around Em and the white rapper felt a lubed finger enter his ass. The finger was quickly removed and something much better was put at his sphincter. "Go all the way in him," Nick instructed Slim. Slim slowly pushed his dick all the way inside Justin. He then felt Nick entering his ass... deeper and deeper until he was balls deep inside Em. "Nah...," Nick whispered in Slim's ear. "Let's fuck."
Nick shoved Slim's upper body down onto Justin's back and held him there with his hand for support. He then started assaulting the white boy's ass with his big black monster. Slim discovered that he didn't have to do anything because the ass pounding that he was receiving was forcing his own dick in and out of Justin's ass. All Eminem had to do was close his eyes and enjoy the sensations of fucking and being fucked at the same time. Slim looked up just in time to see Nelly pull his massive dick out of JT's mouth and shoot his immense load all over Justin and Slim's face. Justin was the next to explode, coating the expensive sofa with his boy band seed.
"I'ma nut up yo ass, Slim," Nick said breathlessly. His violent stabbing of Em's ass reached it's climax as he impaled the white rapper on his thick black tool. Slim Shady could feel the massive cock throbbing inside him releasing its seed. All the sweat and smell of fresh cum was enough to send Em over the edge and blast his nut up Justin Timberlake's booty.
All four of them collapsed on the floor in a tangle of naked limbs.
Slim opened his eyes and found himself staring at Nick. "So, Slim," he said. "You sworn off bitches yet?"
"Fuck, bra. After today, I think I just might."
Exhausted, Slim Shady drifted off to sleep.