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Shemar and I
Hi, my name is Troy and I'm 18 years old, I just turned 18 last month. I'm from New Orleans, La. I'm 5'8 and 170 lbs. I have light brown skin and, for whatever reason, I was born with light brown eyes. Not that I didn't like them, I just didn't think it ran in the family. I loved my eyes and girls thought they were sexy, thought I was sexy. My eyes were almond shaped which fit my oval shaped face perfectly along with my round nose. I have never been arrogant but I didn't have low self-esteem either. I have always dated girls but I grew curious more and more everyday. I had just broken up with my girlfriend of 8 months and I was ready to have fun but I was alone. My 3 siblings (1 sister and 2 brothers) were all at work. They all worked at night, while I worked during the day. So I said, what the hell and decided to finally go to my first bar. I know, I know. I could've been using a fake i.d until I was old enough but it really wasn't that important to me then. But now since I was legal, I was going. I made my way to this nice bar in the French Quarter called the Blue Crescent. I was dressed in a white v-neck shirt with some semi-tight blue 501's on. I usually got them like this to show off my ass. Every girl I've been with always complimented me on my ass, saying how big, juicy, phat, and soft it was. At first, I was self-conscious about it but I had no choice but to embrace it and that I did. I wear tight boxer briefs to show it off.
As I made my way into the bar, I scanned the room looking for good looking people. My eyes grew wide as I look over to the bar counter. There he was, sitting there drinking. My guy-crush of the last 8 years. This gorgeous hunk of a man, Shemar Moore. I had seen him in the move Brothers, I seen him hosting Soul Train, on now on Criminal Minds but now I see him in person. Let me tell you, the camera does him no justice. I nervously walked to the bar and sat directly at the end of the bar. No one else was sitting at the bar so he could see me and I could see him. I kept stealing glances and looking off in another direction when he would look towards me. I guess he caught wind of this because he made his way over to me and sat down.
"You a fan?" he said.
His voice, shit, I'm getting hot and bothered.
"You have no idea," I said.
He laughed and asked me why I didn't come talk to him.
"I'm too shy and you're....well you!" I said.
He laughed again.
That smile, those teeth. This man is perfection.
"Don't be shy, I won't bite. Wanna take a picture?" he said.
"Yea!" I said, gushing like a nerd. We took about 3 pictures and kept making small talk at the bar when some guy bumped into me trying to get to Shemar. I looked at the guy with an evil glare, ready to punch him in the face. Shemar noticed this and told the guy to apologize. That jackass did and Shemar signed an autograph for him.
"What happened to that shy guy?" he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"When that guy bumped into you, it looked like you were going to kill him," he said laughing.
I laughed and said "he should've been paying attention, I ain't that hard to miss."
"You really aren't. He's probably drunk."
Ahhhh, he gave me a complement.
"Yea, well I was about to sober his ass up," I said.
Shemar laughed and told me I was crazy. He then asked me my name and where was I from. I told him: Troy and from the Crescent City, born and raised. Then he asked me my age, saying that I looked kind of young. I told him 18. He looked surprized but he didn't say anything about my age. I asked him what was he doing down here. He said just visting and that he loved my city. I thought to myself 'I'd give him another reason to love being down here.'
I asked him how long would he be down here, he said a week. Purrrrrrfect.
I had been drinking coke all night, while he sipped a beer as we talked. Then I spoke.
"Shemar, I have a confession."
"Yea?" he said.
"I like you, I love you. I'm not gay, I like girls but I'm curious. And you know damn well you're like the sexiest man alive and I've had a guy-crush on you for the past 8 years. Shemar I want you to have me. Take me and do whatever you want, I'm yours. Please," I said making puppy dog eyes.
He looked kind of shocked at how I turned from a quiet, shy guy to asking him to have his way with me but he didn't get upset nor did he leave.
"You really mean that?" he spoke.
"Every word," I replied, twisting in my seat, becoming more and more horny.
"Maybe we can go to my hotel and see what happens," he said.
Yes! It's friday, I'm off the enitre weekend. I can't believe this is happening.
"I'd love that," I said as I got up from the bar.
Shemar then got up and looked at my chair. It had a wet stain on it. I touch the front of my pants but they were dry then I felt the back of my pants and they were wet. OMG, I didn't know boys could get wet and I just soaked my clothes and that barstool. He noticed this and laughed.
"Damn baby, that thing must be juicy," he said.
I blushed then smiled as we made our way to his car. He had rented a new model Lexus truck for his stay down here. We made our way to his hotel, one of the finest hotels in the city, the Windsor Court hotel.
"Oh you fancy huh," I joked as we pulled up.
He laughed and said "I try."
We made our way into the hotel and up to his room. He told me to make myself comfortable. Ain't had to ask me twice. I took my shoes off and sat on the bed. Shemar had went into the bathroom. When he returned, the muscular 6'1 actor had his shirt off and I could see every muscle on his upper body. I wanted to pounce on him but I kept cool.
"So, what you wanna do?" he asked.
"Shemar, I want you to hold me. Just wrap me in your arms and hug me like you never wanna let me go. It might sound crazy but I've been wanting you to do that to me since I first saw you," I replied.
"It's not crazy, it's sweet and sexy," he siad smiling.
I was blushing hard. He told me to take my shirt, I almost ripped it moving so fast. And he, indeed held me. I was in heaven, it was so magical and sexy. After 10 minutes of hugging, cuddling, and spooning, I started to kiss his neck. He started moaning and grabbed me and put me directly on his crotch like I was riding him. He started playing with my nipples, making them hard.
"What now?" he said.
"Take me Shemar," I said in a seductive and lustful voice.
"Your wish is my command," he said. He took off his jeans and he had on some black boxer briefs, I could see his bulge. It was huge, he had to be at least 8 inches, AT LEAST! He then instructed me to lay down and he took my jeans off as well. I had on some obsecenly tight blue boxer briefs. He told me stand up and I did. He circled me, getting a look at my entire body. When he got to my back, he stopped. He was looking at my booty.
"Damn baby, that ass is phat," he said.
I giggled like a school girl and said thank you.
He grabbed my phat ass cheeks, which were the perfect balance of muscle and fat, and started shaking them. I sat him in the chair against the wall and gave him a lap dance. I then bent over and start shaking my cakes in his face. I saw him bone up more. He grabbed my slim waist and brought me to the bathroom. He told me I had to clean myself before anal sex and he apparently was prepared. He had an enema already. I cleaned myself out and he broguht me back to the bed. He told me to get on all fours and he started to eat me out. I've never felt such bliss. It was marvelous. He was licking my hole furiosuly one minute then slow and sensually the next. I started shaking my ass as he continued to rim me. He grabbed my ass cheeks and jammed his tonuge in my hole which caused me to collapse on the bed. While I was laying flat on my stomach and my now hard 7 inch dick, he was still rimming me. After 5 minutes of this he turned me over and I dove straight for his dick. Wasting no time pulling his underwear down, I stopped when I saw what was inside. It was like the fucking Loch Ness monster. This beautiful stud was packing a cut, 11 inch dick that made me both excited and scared. It was as thick as a vienna sausage can. I started licking at his big, pulsating head and slowly inched his monster insde of my mouth. I managed to get 5 inches of it inside my mouth on the first try, then 6. 6 was the limit for me, I just couldn't deep throat something like that on my first go 'round. He was moaning and his eyes were rolling back into his head so I knew I was doing something right. I loved his moan, it was sooo damn sexy. I sucked on this fucking baseball bat dick for 10 minutes then he stood me up and we both went got onto the bed. He grabbed some lube and dropped some in my crack and started rubbing it on my hole then I felt his finger slip in. I moaned. He went in and out for a minute then added another finger then added another. I was moaning into a pillow by then. He added more lube to my ass then lubed his dick up.
"Brace yourself," he said.
With that, I gripped as hard as I could on the blanket. He lined that monster up with my tight, virgin hole and he pushed the head against it. He was met with resistence. He pushed on my hole for about 2 minutes before finally gaining access. I screamed into the pillow as he moaned. I knew it was a long way from over, that was just his head. He made sure to be gentle though, I love him for that. He slowly inched more and more of his member in my now aching hole. He was 4 inches in. 7 more, yes, that's right 7 more to go. After 5 more minutes of trying to get in me, he had finally bottomed out. We stayed like that for 5 mitues, giving my body time to adjust. He pulled out 6 inches and I tried to run. Hahahahaha. Yeah that's right I ran from the dick. He pulled me back though.
"Where you going? You wanted it, now you got it," he said.
I was squriming around. You see when he pulled me back, he rammed them 6 inches back in me. I hurried and grabbed the pillow and moaned loud as hell. It was an extreme mixture of plesaure and pain. After about 15 minutes, I had finally adjusted to suchu a big piece of meat and I told him I always wanted to try rough sex. So he pulled out and he stood me up. He walked over to go in the bathroom.
"When I get back your ass better be on that bed ready for more," he screamed.
Me, knowing what this was, I just stood there. When came out of the bathroom, he had some handcuffs.
"I thought I told you to be on the bed when I get back," he said aggressively, showing off his acting skills.
SMACK!
He smacked me on my ass, kind of hard, but I was in heaven. My ass jiggled from the slap. Then he picked me up and threw me on the bed. I "tried" to run but he grabbed my leg and pulled me back.
"You gon' take this dick," he said.
He then handcuffed me to the headboard and applied more lube to my ass. Then he re-entered me. I moaned loudly then he smakced my ass again.
"Shut up and take it," he barked.
I was still moaning. Ummm, you can't be fucking the shit out of me and expect me NOT to moan.
He then grabbed my neck and shoved my face into the bed. When I tell you it was AMAZING. My guy-crush was rough-fucking me. I could now die a happy guy. He sped up the thrusts. His pelvis smacking against my ass was making a loud, well, smacking sound. He got up and turned on his Ipod. Apparently he had a Rough Sex Playlist. The first song that came on was by Three 6 Mafia - Lil Freak. He came back to the bed and started fucking me again. And it was like he was matching the beat with his thrusts.
There's a part of the song where they say 'I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh' so on every 'ugh' his ass rammed his dick in me. I just couldn't get enough. Talk about a night you'll never forget. I was moaning so damn loud. He was up there just laying it down.
The next song that came on was by Plies - Feet to the Ceiling. On this song, he handcuffed me in a different position so my feet could be to the ceiling. He had a grip on my legs so I couldn't move. He drove that pole deep in me and continued slamming my phat boy-pussy.
"Yeah, come on take this dick," he said. His voice is like naturally seductive.
The next song that came on was my shit, that Ludacris - What's Your Fantasy. I thought I would try to take over since this was my song.
"Yea, come on daddy. Beat this shit up," I said.
He shifted my legs a little and went DEEP! I almost screamed. I bit my lips to keep quiet. A tear rolled down my face. He wiped it away. The next song that came on was Loverance - Up. I guessed this was his song because he became one with the song and literally fucked me to the beat. He was singing it to. It was so cute and sooooo sexy.
"Uncuff me," I said.
"Why? So you can run?" he said.
I giggled and said "no, I wanna hold on to you."
He uncuffed me while still managing to fuck me. We fucked to other songs but I can't remember all the names of 'em. But the very last song we fucked to was Rihanna and Chris Brown - Birthday Cake. I remember this one becuase I stratched his back to this song. He had my legs on his shoulders long dicking me and I was trying to grip his back, sides, waist, SOMETHING! I finally reached his back and he had suddenly reached a spot in me I never knew existed. When he hit that spot I turned into Mariah Carey and hit the highest of notes, my nails dug into his bag and I stratched him, and I busted a nice nut. It was about 7 ropes of it that hit his stomach then fell onto mine. He was still fucking me deep and hard then his body tensed up and he rammed his dick into me and started to pump his seed into me. 10 huge spurts of his baby making juice shot into my battered and abused hole. He came and put his name on it, hahahaha. Exhausted, we both fell asleep. I was surprised he had such stamina. I mean we was going at it for like 2 hours. But yeah, we fell asleep, his dick still in me.
I woke up at about 9:30 a.m and I realized I was in the room alone. My mind started racing. 'Maybe he lied about how long he was staying and left today!' 'He was using you!' My eyes became watery and tears started to fall. I thought 'if he left, he could have at least said goodbye or wrote a note, SOMETHING!' Just then he came in the room door with a bag in his hand. He saw me crying and rushed over to me.
"What's the matter baby?"
"I thought left me here and went home," I said slowly gaining control of my emotions.
"I wouldn't ever do anything like that," he said, flashing that pussy-wetting smile.
He dried my tears and hugged me and kissed me. He then handed me the bag he came back with.
"I went out to get this for you, I wanted it to be a surprise when you wake up," he said.
I went in the bag and pulled out a box. I opened the box and inside was a diamond encrusted ring. I looked up at him in surprize and my face was lit up.
I jumped on his lap and began kissing him passionately.
"I take it you like it," he said laughing.
"I love it, thank you so much," I said still kissing him.
I put the ring on my finger and took his shirt off. I told him take his clothes off and that we were going to take a shower together. He happily obliged. In the shower we kissed and rubbed all over each other. He held me in his arms and then....
"I love you," he said.
Though we were wet, my tears were visible.
"I love you too," I spoke, my voice shaking.
We got out of the shower and I told him to get on the bed.
I walked over to the dresser and cut his Ipod on and went to the Making Love Playlist he had. I then grabbed the lube and went over to the bed.
"You've been so good to me, I feel you deserve this," I said in a sexual tone.
I then started licking at this anaconda. It reacted to this stimulation and shot straight up. I licked up and down the long shaft and started sucking his balls. I then took his fat dick head in my mouth and made the slow descend. I surprized both Shemar and myself. I had 8 inches in my mouth! After massaging his dick with my tongue, I lubed it and lubed up my hole. Then I lined his monster up with my hole and slowly sat down on it. I began riding him to Beyonce's Dance For You. He grabbed my slim waist and and started filling me up more. His eyes were in the back of his head.
"Damn baby, you sure do know how to say 'thank you'", he said.
I giggled and continued riding him. Jus then, Marvin Gaye's Let's Get It On came on. I had laid on top of him and moved up and down. He grabbed my phat ass cheeks and squeezed them.
"That ass drives me crazy," he said.
"This dick drives me wild," I said laughing.
Kelly Rowland's Motivation had come on. My song and I definitely wanted to be his motivation. He stood me up in the bed and told me grab the headboard, I did. He then re-entered me and slowly fucked me to the groove of the song. Then Janet Jackson's Anytime, Anyplace came on. By then, he had put me on my back and raised one of my legs up over his shoulder. We both started grinding. He was grinding his dick in me and I was grinding on it. It was magical.
I was pulling his body close to me when Pretty Ricky's Love Like Honey came on.
"Ahhh," I moaned.
"Ohhhh," he moaned.
It was most intimate position ever. I never wanted it to end. The next song came on was The Dream's Falsetto. Hahahahaha. I sure did use a lot of it. You see went it came on, Shemar made it his business to make me hit them high notes. This man has me wrapped around his finger. Whatever he wants me to do, I'll do it. No questions asked.
"I'm coming baby," he purred in my ear.
"Oooooo," I moaned as I pulled him closer to me.
I felt his body tense up as he shot his load in me. Dumping 9 spurts of his seed deep within me. He laid on top of me as I hugged him tight, never wanting to let go. Just then, his phone rang. He pulled his now soft dick out of me and went over to answer it.
"Hello?" he said in a semi-irritated tone.
I couldn't make out who was on the phone or what they were saying but I could tell by his face something is wrong.
"I'll be there in two days," he said as he hung up the phone.
I just looked down with a sad look on my face. He rushed over to the bed and hugged me and told me everything was alright.
"So where are you going in 2 days?" I asked.
"Back to L.A. Work." he said.
"I thought you didn't have to be back for a week," I said.
"I thought so too but they want to start filming early for whatever reason," he replied.
I sighed then he kissed me.
"Come with me!" he said excitedly.
"What?" I managed to say.
"Come with me! You can stay at my house. I'll take care of you, you don't have to worry abut anything," he said.
"I don't know. I mean I really want to but this is so sudden. And that means I'll have to leave my family. I need time to think about it," I said.
He sighed then spoke: "Okay, I need an answer by Tuesday though."
"You'll have one, I promise. Now can I have a hug and a kiss?" I said in a babyish voice.
He laughed and did so.
We cuddled more before showering getting dressed. I had asked him bring me home. I needed to talk to my mom about this. He said he'd be in the French Quarters and to just call when I wanted him to come get me.
I opened the door with my key and head in.
"Mom!" I yelled.
"I'm in the kitchen!" she responded.
We hugged and I kissed her on the cheek.
"Where have you been?" she asked.
"Chilling with some friends, I slept at their place," I replied. "Speaking of which, mom, what do you think of the idea of me moving to California, L.A to be exact?"
"WHAT?! Why are you going out there and where are you going to stay?!" she said loudly.
"For and change of scenery and possibly a better career and if I go, I'd stay with one of my friends who live out there," I answered.
"I don't know. That's too far but you ain't a baby no more and it'll be good for you to get out and see the world while you can," she said.
The room grew slient.
"Alright, I guess I'm okay with it but you better come home every Thanksgiving and Christmas and try to make it on the other holidays. But Thanksgiving and Christmas ain't optional, have your ass here!" she said.
I laughed and said "I will" then hugged her.
Just then my siblings walked in the door. My mom had told them to come in the kitchen. She had broke the new to them. My sister started crying and my brothers hung their heads. It was too much for me so I started telling corny ass jokes to lighten up the mood. Then I told them I wasn't leaving until Tuesday. They said they wanted to have a going away dinner at Emeril's. I texted Shemar and told him, he said he would be waiting for my call.
My family and I all got dressed up nice and headed to Emeril's. We were seated and given a menu. After placing our orders, we seen Emeril himself come out of the kitchen to say hello to all the guests there. EVeryone in the restaurant clapped. He said a few words then retreated to the kitchen. About 10 minutes had passed when we saw the waiter making his way to our table with our food. For an appetizer, I had Emeril's New Orleans BBQ shrimp, for my entree I had thr grilled Niman Ranch pork chop, and for my desert, I had had a chocolate peanut butter pie with an Oreo crust. After my family split the bill, we headed home. We had went home and popped in a movie. They had wanted to spend as much time with me as possible. After the movie, I went to my room and packed a few things, mainly clothes and pictures, oh and my laptop.
I then drifted off to sleep. I woke at around 8:00 a.m and saw that I had a missed call from Shemar. I called him back immediately. He had asked me why I hadn't called him and I told him that my family wanted to spend as much time with me as possible since I was leaving. Realizing what I said, his voice light up.
"I promise you won't regret this. You won't have to worry about anything," he said.
"I don't need anything, long as I have you," I said. Cheesy, I know, but I'm in love.
"I love you, you know that?" he said.
"Awww, I love you too," I gushed.
We said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. I headed to my room door and the smell of breakfast hit me. I started drooling. My mom was making pancakes, eggs, and bacon. When I went into the kitchen I spoke to my siblings and my mom who all greeted me with big smiles and 'good morning'.
"So you leaving tomorrow huh?" my sister Brittany said in a sad voice.
"Yea, but ima be calling everyday and try as hard as I can to come down as often as I can," I said trying to cheer her up.
It worked. She smiled and hugged me. We began eating breakfast. We had made plans to go to the movies later on and I told them that I leave in the morning and that I would have to be at the hotel today.
We went to go see a new comedy. It was my idea to see something funny to keep the mood light. After the movie, we headed home. I then called Shemar and told him come get me. 10 minutes later, he pulled up. I told my family I was about to leave. They had ran over and hugged me tight. My mom and sister started crying and my two brother, Jermaine and Byran, were teary-eyed. I told them that I would be calling 24/7. We're a close knit family and have never been apart. After the sad embrace, I picked up my two bags and headed out the door. They followed me onto the porch. I made my way to the car and put my bags on the backseat. I waved as I got in. I told Shemar honk the horn. My family was on the porch waving like it was going out of style. We slowly pulled off as I stuck my hand out of the window waving.
Shemar and I headed to a restaurant to get something to eat before going to the hotel. We had stopped at Oceana Grill and ate. After that we had went to the hotel and went to sleep, we had to wake up early to get to the airport.
That Tuesday morning we woke up and packed what little we had at the hotel room. Shemar had carried all the bags to the car. I admired his strength and his sweetness. He put the bags in the car and we pulled off, headed to the airport. I had called my family to tell them I was off. My mom answered the phone and she screamed for my siblings to get to the phone with the speaker. She put it on speakerphone and I talked to all of them. We all swapped 'goodybyes' and 'I love yous' then I hung up the phone. Shemar parked the car at it's designated spot and he then unloaded the car. I'm glad we decided to travel light: only 3 suticases and one carry on, which was my laptop. We made our way inside the airport and sat and waited. Apparently, he had already gotten the tickets the day he received the call.
When our flight number was called, we made our way to our designated area and began boarding the plane. We flew first class. I was estatic. I had put my earbuds in and listened to music, then I drifted off. The flight was 3 1/2 hours. When we landed, Shemar woke me up and we made our way off the plane. When we got inside, we got our bags and headed outside to a black Lexus truck.
"This yours?" I asked him.
"Yea," he replied.
"So that's why you got that when you were in New Orleans. You real fancy," I said poking fun.
He laughed and grabbed my hand and kissed it.
"We're home now," he said.
I smiled and blushed as he drove through the city. I was in full tourist mode. Looking at everything we passed. We made our way into an affluent neighborhood with sprawling mansions.
"You live in one of these houses?" I asked in surprise.
"Yea, the last one on the right," he said.
I looked at the house in awe. We pulled up in the driveway and he announced "we're here!"
He got the bags and made his way toward the huge front door, I followed closely. He got out his keys and opened it. My mouth hit the floor once i was inside. It looked like something straight off of tv or out of one of them fancy house magazines. It's a 2 story 5 bdrm, 4 btrm mansion with an infinity pool and jacuzzi. He showed me my own personal room but said that I'd be sleeping in his room, which I didn't mind at all. He then gave me a grand tour of the house. I hugged him tight and kissed him.
"Thank you for everything!" I said.
"I should be thanking you," he said.
"For what?" I asked.
"For opening my eyes to real love," he replied.
I became teary-eyed and hugged him tighter.
Over the next 4 months, I had become settled in and even found a job. I was working as an assisstant to a big movie director, won't say who. During this time, Shemar and I made love AND fucked every night. There is a difference between the two and we did both. It's approaching our 5 month anniversary and we're about to make love. As I type this story, he is massaging my back. I hope you enjoyed this. Later!
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******This is Shaky Nerry (theshakynerry@yahoo.com) the author of the Nifty series That Certain Something. I hope you guys enjoyed this. I wanted to write something else while I was in the middle of writing the concluding chapter to That Certain Something. I have a lot of ground to cover in this last chapter. By the way, Thanks for all the feedback. :)