Omarions Song

By Jay Johndon

Published on Jul 25, 2009

Gay

Disclaimer: The following story is completely fictional. It is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.

When I woke up, Chris Brown was gone. I hopped in the shower and immediately began to think about what I said to Omarion the other night. I came to the conclusion that I was going to swallow my pride and call the guy to see if it was possible I could patch things up. So after I got out of the shower, I ran to my phone... One missed call. I looked to see who it was and the name read, "Tank". I called him back and he picked up on the fourth ring.

"Whatsup Rome," Tank says with a low voice.

"Wuddup man, I'm returning ya call."

"Yeah, what you doing today?"

"Meeting up with the team later tonight. Why u ask?"

"Well I want you to come with me to meet Tyrese. I'm trying to convince him to do some songs.

"Aight coool man. When you talking about?"

"On my way now, be ready in 30 minutes and bring a CD of your team's songs."

When I heard Tank's horn, I began to slightly get nervous. Tyrese is one of those dudes that I've always respected; the golden-child that's good at everything effortlessly. He successfully transferred as a model, into a platinum-selling singer, and then into a box office movie star... and judging by his physique, I'm sure he's not bad at sports. But that wasn't the reason I was nervous. I think I'm able to meet anyone and maintain a level of professionalism, but I couldn't get Omarion out of my head. I knew the longer I waited to call, the longer he would lose interest/respect in me... if he hasn't done so already.

As we pulled up to the hotel where Tyrese was staying at for a couple days, sneaking away from his "Transformers" and comic-book promotion, Tank told me, "Tyrese is a sucker for new talent. That's why I brought you. He's decided to stop doing music and focus on movies, and its our mission to convince him otherwise."

"Really? How can I do that?"

"Just use your charm lil dude, cmon let's go."

Tyrese was wrapping up an animated and comedic phone conversation as we walked in his room. I noticed a beautiful caramel complected woman in his bathroom, who seemed to be putting her clothes and face back on. When she was done, she walked over to Tyrese, bent over and kissed his cheeks; then came over to us and gave us a classy greeting that relinquished my gutter thoughts of her purpose.

"Whats up Babbs!" Tank's real name, "who's ya bud?"

"This is Rome, he's a fresh songwriter I've been working with." Tank said as I nodded my head with a smile.

"Oh, whats going on man," Tyrese said to me, "I hope you are not trying to convince me to record a song nigga!"

"Haha, naw naw I know your mind is set. But you see, Rome is a huge fan of yours," Tank correctly assumed, "and I wanted to play you some of his music for your opinion."

"Aight, that sounds cool. Preciate it lil buddy," Tyrese said smiling at me.

Tank played about 3 songs initially and Tyrese was really feeling about two of them. He made comments like, "Yo this style is so different and new to the radio! It's like a mixture of Rock with the sweetness of R&B. Niiiice shit my dude, damn!" Tank's phone rang during the 4th song and excused himself out the room. I was getting up to turn the CD off until Tyrese said, "Naw naw, keep the songs playing!" So I cheerfully sat back down.

Tank came back inside after the 6th song and said to Tyrese, "Yo I have to run to the studio and pick up something. We'll be back soon."

"Aight, but leave lil buddy," then turned to me, "You cool with kicking it for awhile?"

"Yeah, of course man!" I quickly said, almost shouting.

When Tank left, Tyrese continued playing the CD until all 10 songs were played. He must really love music, its hard enough for me to sit through 3 songs of one CD at a time. When the last song ended, Tyrese opened his eyes and looked at me and said, "You definitely got skills lil dude, what's your name again?"

"Rome. And thanks a lot man, my team, Blackout, and I wrote those songs."

"So how far are yall trying to go with yall's penning skills?"

"As far as possible I guess, we trying get on anyone's album right now."

"Yeah I bet it's tough for writers since most of these cats wanna write their own shit. And I do mean `shit'," He joked with a small laughter.

"Haha, yeah. So Tank tells me you are no longer doing music?"

"I'm always doing music, but I'm not gonna be making any more albums, atleast right now."

"Why is that?"

"Well... long story short. The R&B game is changing. I've watched it change, and I think I've peaked in my musical career. I like watching new cats enter the game. I love talent. And there's so much out there for me to be trying to make another album."

"But man, I love all your albums. Artists just don't have that natural soul like the cats I grew up listening to. To me, it shouldn't matter how many albums you sell or whether you make it on the radio. Somebody out there is waiting to hear your voice again; somebody is counting on that."

"Hmm... I... man, you might be right. But Will Smith was pretty convincing about suggesting I focus on my blossoming movie career."

"Yeah, you a dope actor. I'm just saying I wouldn't want to disappoint the reason people fell in love with me. Once someone watches a movie, the experience is over. But when someone hears a good song, they play it over and over and love it more and more."

"Haha, you make a pretty good argument my dude. You really got me thinking."

"Probably because I'm from the outside looking in. No homo, but I miss you on the radio."

"Well I definitely got some things to think about." Tyrese said while I felt a vibrate on my phone. I quickly pull my phone out my pocket so fast that it flies through the air and Tyrese catches it with one hand. He throws me the phone and I let it go to voicemail after I read, "Mark". Suddenly I became quiet and Tyrese asks, "You aight dude?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah I'm cool."

"Hmm... you wanna talk about it? I got time."

"Nah I'm good. Just thinking about things, my bad."

"Aight look, I ain't tryna pressure you or nothing, but I wanna help you out. Maybe you don't realize the difference in your attitude after you ignored that call. Relationship problems?"

"You could say that."

"Man, I went through bad divorce recently. That's not an easy thing, having to let go of the person you vowed to spend your life with. I'm pretty sure I can help you out if you open up."

"Well... I said some things, some degrading things, out of anger and jealousy. I know I went too far, but my pride is keeping me from calling to apologize. I keep prolonging and making excuses."

" A man's pride is his worst flaw. Look man, I don't know if you call it love, but I do know that youth and love are a beautiful combination. You are curious and naïve enough to experience things that you find stupid in maturity. You look like you obviously care about this girl," he said as my eyes turned to the floor after heaing the word `girl', "and she might not accept you back if you reach out to her, but you will only have the possibility of making it work if you try." As melodramatic as Tyrese is making it seem, he makes sense. When I looked at Tyrese, I realize he was talking to the floor and not looking at me at all.

"Aye man, you are right. I'm gonna man up and make the call tonight. I'm not sure how serious I am about relationships right now, but I do care about...them, a lot." Then I saw him smile a nod in agreement while still looking at the same spot in the carpet.

"Maybe I'm wrong," I began to say as he looked up, "but I don't think you only talking about me. You miss your wife don't you?"

Then he smirked and said, "I love her, and will always love her. I did everything for her and never disrespected our bond. Its crazy how its over and I have to either start over, or live out my life alone." Then he got up, went over to the bar fridge and pulled out a small bottle of Bacardi 151.

"Want some?"

"Naw I'm good dude," I said as he poured a shot glass, "If you don't mind me asking, what happened in your marriage?" He let out a long sigh and said, "Man, that's the question I keep asking myself... She changed... I try to take the blame for it, but I can't lie to myself anymore. I gave her too much of myself but that's not a crime."

"What do you mean?" I could tell Tyrese is a light weight because after taking two back to back shots, he was already a little lazy-eyed.

"It was that youthful `adventure' I was telling you about. She was crazy over that stuff. It was one night in particular that started our downfall. Two years ago."

Suddenly I became interested like a kid watching Harry Potter, "What happened that night?" I nosily asked, knowing he was tipsy enough to tell without much hesitation.

"Well... this stay in this room man! Now... where was I? Oh yeah, the beginning." Then he drunkenly laughed and sat on the bed across from the one I was on so he was facing me.

"It was our anniversary right, I took her to this beautiful expensive Italian restaurant. She was looking sexy dressed in a black open-back dress I bought her for Valentine's Day a couple months before. But we had a few drinks... I know you might find this hard to believe since I'm behaving so mature right now, but I'm a light weight. So once the driver got to my house, we were laughing and stumbling... well I was stumbling... out the car. We opened the door and I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom. But when I walked inside, I realized we weren't alone. I put her down and she switched her way over to the other dude... Tyson Beckford. She put her hand on his left cheek and kissed him. I balled my fist up, ready to fight until I saw her look at me and motion me to come near her with a finger. As I got closer, her kiss with Tyson got less intense, and their lips separated when I was standing in front of them. She whispers in my ear, What do say baby? How about we have some company tonight.' I look at her, squint my eyes and she turns away and looks at Tyson. She slowly nudges her head in my direction, giving him the signal to come closer to me. I stood there and watched him put his hands around me and unbutton my black dress shirt. He never took his eyes off me as he slowly took my shirt off. His skin matched mine, his muscles matched mine, but I kept thinking about his eyes. They were so intense, seductive and... damn, perfect. "Then he blinked. The trance was gone and I looked around for my wife. I saw her on the opposite side of the room. Buttnaked rubbing her clitoris and licking her free hand's wedding finger. Then she smiled and bit her lip and I knew she wanted me to keep going with Tyson. I was scared, creeped out, but obedient. I looked back at Tyson who now had his shirt off and licking his lips at me like I was a pack of dark brownies. He began to rub on my torso which was covered by a gray wifebeater. He grabbed the neck ring of it and smiled one time, then ripped it off. Suddenly I heard my wife moan loudly saying, yeah baby'. Tyson came in for a kiss but I turned my head away and he kissed my cheek instead and started to lick it down to my neck. It felt like he spelled out his name with his tongue and as traveled about to my chest. He started to suck on my nipple and I instantly got a hard-on, with that being my hot spot and shit. "He circled his tongue around my nipple perfectly as if he knew exactly how to turn me on the most. Then got his knees and put his ear to my crotch area and grabbed my asscheeks which was still protected by my slacks. He started to unbuckle my pants and I paniced so I pulled him up and started to kiss him, somehow wishing that would deter him from pulling my pants down. But after I felt his tongue massage the insides of my mouth, I felt powerless. I never kissed lips so perfectly juicy, soft and wide. As he continued to explore my mouth, I heard him softly moan which I responded with a softer one. He stopped the kiss and looked at me with those naturally squinted eyes again. He finished unbuckling my pants and pulled my pants down which was automatically followed with my boxers. He looked down and smelt the masculine scent of his shampoo which gave me a weird , yet pleasurable satisfaction.

"He got back on his knees and started to kiss the thighs protecting my dick before making his way into the center of my castle, being met with the head soldier at attention. He sucked on the tip on my dick and I once again felt his perfect lips on another part of my nerves. I let out a `yeah' as he put more and more of my 10.5 inch dick in his mouth. Not only was his lips wide and fat, but he was able to deepthroat 10 inches of my dick without gagging. I looked down and saw his dark bald head go back and forth on my dick making a sloppy sound that made my dick almost break off from its hardness.

"He looked up at me while sucking and I saw those perfect eyes once more. He smiled a little, and then looked away, still sucking the shit outta me. He lifted his hands and took the place of my hands that were massaging my nipples. It was the absolute best head I ever received. He had so much control, so much knowledge on how to do right, something girls never understood. About fifteen minutes later, I bussed in his mouth. He sucked it all out my dick and then got up on his feet and looked at me and smirked. Suddenly I saw all my cum dripple from his mouth as he seductively let his tongue hang and the cum fall on the floor. It was the hottest shit I ever seen.

"I looked over at my wife, who was sleep in the chair now. Stone-cold knocked out. I began to put my clothes on when Tyson forcefully grabbed my hand and softly said, What you doin bruh?' I lifted my eyebrows and said, I was...' Then he put his fingers over my lips and said, I gotta get my nutt.' Then I said, Naw I can't suck your dick man, that's not me.' He laughed and whispered, Naw you wouldn't do it right straight boy. You got something else I want.' Then he cuffed my ass and I quickly said, Naw man! Never that!' Then looked at me with those eyes again and said, Yeah... that.' Then he turned around and bent me over on the bed. I had the strength to pull away, but I don't think I wanted to. He bent over and whispered in my ear, Don't worry, you'll like it.' I succumbed to his power and felt his spit fall in between my ass. Then I felt his tongue. The licking of my anal area was so new, different and... fucking great. Ten minutes into it, he slipped a Maxum condom on and gently shoved it up my ass. I wanted to scream out, but didn't wanna seem like a bitch so I swallowed the pain with only soft moans. He thrusted back and forth in my ass and slowly I began to feel a burning sensation from his movements. While the pain still existed, I couldn't help but to smile and love the feeling of it being inside me.

He went harder with every minute until I felt numb and could describe it like his dick massaing the inside of my ass. He eventually climaxed, pulled out of my ass, took the condom off and shot 5 shots of cream on my ass. Part of me felt violated, the other part... good. He pulled me up and said, Nice ass my dude. Next time I'll return the favor.' I smiled but then said, Next time? Naw I did this only for my wife.' Then he looked at her, sleeping with her mouth open and said, Yeah I'm sure she enjoyed it.' Sarcastically as he clothed himself and walked out the door. I picked my wife up put her in the bed with me. I remember thinking to myself, `Damn girl, what kind of freaky shit are you into?''

When Tyrese finished his story, I didn't know what to say. The details were so graphic that I had stop myself from busting a nut as he spoke. "Don't judge me nigga!" Tyrese said as I sat with my mouth open. "Naw I don't judge you... but damn, you did that for your wife? That's crazy. But why did that start the problems?"

"Cause man... she always wanted to do threesomes to the point it wasn't fun or exciting with just us two. I think she even found it acceptable to sleep behind my back."

"It was only with men?"

"Naw it was with girls sometimes. One time it was actually a foursome with Will and Jada Pinckett-Smith. That was pretty hot. Jada is extremely flexible." Then all of a sudden Tyrese started crying, not estatically, but damn this nigga is emotional. "Fuck people," he yelled, "Love only exists when you're young. When you get older, muthafuckas always wanna involve someone else!'

"Do you want to?"

"Naw!"

"Then I'm pretty sure there are others like you. Just hope you're lucky enough to find them." Then there was a knock at the door. When Tank walked in and saw Tyrese with tears in his eyes he said, "Are you talking about your ex again bruh?"

"That selfish bitch, yo fuck her!"

"Haha, yeah fuck her my dude. Let's hit the streets tonight. We'll find you some company tonight."

"Naw imma stay in. Take my number down Rome, we gotta do a song together. And Tank, tell Debra Lee that I will do the BET Awards performance they wanted me to do. I'm not promising an album, but I need music now more than ever."

"That's a good look, aight man."

When Tank and I walked down the hotel's lobby, he nudged me in the shoulder with a grin on his face. I lifted my shoulders and eyebrows, then I smiled.

End of part 6. Sorry for the long delay... but the next installments will be quicker. I promise B-) Keep e-mailing me about your opinions, it'll give me motivation to write faster: laidbackhomes@yahoo.com


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