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White Rapper Delight
Rapper M & M was kicked back in a folding chair in an auditorium in West Hollywood. He couldn't believe that he was auditioning for that lame NBC comeback reality series, Baby Hit Me One More Time. Ostensibly it was for charity but every dumb fuck knew the show was a jumping vehicle for has beens. M & M was no has been. Why the fuck his new lame ass publicity manager had insisted on it, he couldn't understand. The white bread recent college grad bitch insisted appearing on the show would make his image a bit less threatening to main stream America. Fuck main stream America. He'd like to stream on them alright, a stream of piss from his cock.
He frowned and looked at his would be white boi rapper competition. WW what-the-fuck group wrestler John Cena sat in a folding chair several feet away. Dressed like the b-boi he played to be, he was nothing more than an over testosterone induced dumb fuck. Hell, M & M snorted, he wasn't even a rapper. And the dude seated beside Cena was nothing but a has-been. Vanilla Ice, or as M & M inwardly jeered, that Rip Van Winkle pussy was no better than the lame ass cunt Ashley Simpson or the joke Milli Vanilli.
"Fuck," M & M kicked an empty folding chair near his own and stood. Cena and Ice looked at him. "What the fuck are the two of you looking at?"
Vanilla Ice snorted low and Cena merely sneered at him. M & M stepped forward and lifted his arms.
"Come on, you want to take me fuckers?" Although Cena was built like a brick shit house, M & M was Detroit street smart.
"What the fuck is your problem," Cena growled.
"Yo," Ice jabbed, "chill out."
M&M began to pace, fuck the pussies!
Cena tilted his head back a bit and cast M&M a cursory look, "you think that you're better than us?"
M&M stopped and snorted in disgust. "My rhyme comes from the heart." Curled his lips. "Ice Ice baby here ripped off Shug and you," he cast Cena an equally degrading look, "you're nothing but a manufactured piece of shit."
Vanilla Ice stood defensively. "Hold up dude," he holla'd back, "my rhyme was different."
"Yeah," M&M snorted again and proceeded to play out the beat with duhs, "but yours," he rolled his eyes and repeated the same beat....and merely attached one extra duh at the end. "Real different ass wipe!"
"Fuck you!" Ice returned jumping to his feet, getting in M&M's face..
"No fuck you," M&M finished.
Cena jumped up and pulled the slimmer white boys apart. "Now hold up bro's. We all speak from the street."
"Yeah right," M&M sneered.
"Yo Mathers," Cena explained, "I've experienced my share of shit, from LA and da' hood."
"Ditto," Ice jumped in.
"You've experienced shit?" M&M scoffed. "What shit did you experience."
"I've seen my fair share of drive by's and I've chilled with dope pushers."
"Ssshit," M&M ridiculed, "corn fed white boys are killing each other in the mid west in schools every day. Drive by's," he chortled, "real heavy shit."
"Yeah," Cena jabbed, "what the fuck do you know about it?"
"Yeah," Ice chimed again. M&M was beginning to think Ice was the bigger dumb fuck after all.
"I've been so down and out that I did anything fuckin thing to keep my bitch clothed and feed my baby."
Cena smiled a bit, "yeah? Ya' ever been down enough to sell yourself to a fag?"
"Hustle a fag?" M&M had his fair share of blow jobs, some merely demanded for pleasure but he'd never admit as much. He grabbed at his groin, "yeah I've had fag lips wrapped around this cock."
Cena narrowed his eyes and briefly gave Mathers a cursory once over. "They like it?"
"What?" M&M gasped in outraged surprise, "my cock? Fuck yeah! The fags really drool over this big fat piece."
Cena quietly took things in. He was hot for Mathers and fucked dudes regularly. He wanted Mathers tight ass and the dumb fuck had taken the bait and was being reeled in.
Vanilla Ice shifted awkwardly. He had a boner raging in his baggy pants over the turn of conversation. He'd been fucked like crazy in his private prep school growing up and wondered if he could get either of these two sexy rapper studs to fuck his ass.
"Ever fuck a dude or....get fucked by a dude?" Cena pressed.
M&M raised his arms in outrage. "What the fuck! I look like a fag or something?"
"Chill out," Cena soothed, "just because a dude fucks another dude up the ass that doesn't make him queer."
"You're crazy," M&M scoffed and moved away afraid the other two would notice his growing hard-on.
"Crazy for tight ass," Cena chuckled. Mathers looked at him sharply. "Don't get me wrong," Cena smoothly covered, "I like to dip into pussy but some times a tight ass is fuckin' awesome." He nudged Vanilla Ice, "Ain't that right." Cena was a predatory top and easily sniffed out hot bottoms. He'd noted Ice's hard on immediately.
M&M looked from Cena to Ice.
"Uh, y...yeah dude," Ice ventured carefully, "gettin it up the ass is smooth as shit.....easy money." Ice finished boldly.
M&M looked from Ice to Cena and back again. He crossed his arms and a Cheshire grin curled the ends of his mouth. "Prove it," he challenged.
Ice shifted a bit nervously but Cena was pleased, the situation was going better than planned.
"Prove it," Ice nervously parroted. "Here?"
"Yeah," M&M pressed.
"You gonna fuck me?" Ice asked Mathers.
"Not me," he shook his head. "I wanna see you ride Cena's cock."
Cena subtly smiled while Vanilla Ice cast him a questioning look.
"And what about you?" Cena asked smoothly. "You some sort of voyeur?"
"I wanna see it 'cause I think the two of you are full of shit." The idea of watching Cena fuck Icy baby was a turn on for M&M but he was a het. rapper.
Cena nodded his head with a grin and proceeded to disrobe in front of the two other rappers. First to go was his T-shirt revealing hard pectorals, rippling shoulder and arm muscles and the better god damn six pac Vanilla Ice had ever seen. Cena teased the two by turning away to shuck his pants. As he bent to tug them off, his hard smooth ass was offered up for appraisal. Vanilla Ice licked his lips, wondering how the wrestling rapper felt about rim jobs. M&M shifted, pissed that the sight of a dudes ass was making his cock surge.
Cena stood upright and slowly turned. The ten inch cock was hard and jutting up from the apex of his muscular thighs. Cena nodded proudly at the open ogling....from both white bois.
"Whoa," Vanilla Ice gushed, hesitant about taking it up the ass. Not only was it long but it was thick, about the width of large clenched wrist.
M&M couldn't take his eyes off the piece. It was cut and the bulbous head was flamed; the tip glistening with a drop of pre-cum. He felt a drop of his own pre-cum dampen his boxers. "Well," he offered up in a bored tone, though he was far from bored.
Cena walked to a sparsely furnished area of the auditorium and proceeded to lie down upon the carpeted floor. He raised his head and shoulders, supporting himself up on his forearms. "Well," he prompted Vanilla Ice.
Ice focused on Cena's flaming bulbous cock and quickly discarded his own clothes. Ordinarily M&M would have sniggered at Ice's eager haste, but he was wondering just what it would feel like to sink his ass down on that shaft. His butt seemed to burn in reply. Shifted awkwardly.
Vanilla ice moved over to Cena and straddled him at the waist. He had to go easy so he tentatively squatted until Cena's cock head brushed his twitching hole. Cena was pleased with Ice's creamy bubbly buns.
"Down you go," he teased.
Vanilla Ice gulped a bit but went for it. He pushed down full force. "Arghhhhhhhh Christtttttt," he wailed as Cena's cock breached his sphincter and slid home.
M&M watched mesmerized as Cena's cock disappeared up Ice's sexy butt. Sexy? He'd never thought a dude's butt was sexy. He unconsciously lowered a hand and shifted his boner within his pants.
Cena caught the movement out of the corner of his eyes but was nearly overwhelmed by the hot tight constriction around his cock. "Oh yeahhhhhh," he hissed as he reached up and took a hold of Ice's waist. "Ride it."
Ice twisted a bit and grew accustomed to Cena's girth. He squeezed his butt muscles tighter and proceeded to bounce up and down upon the shaft. Cena caught the downward push by grasping Ice's bubbly butt cheeks and squeezing them in his powerful hands.
"Ohhhh yeahhhhh," Ice gushed bouncing up and down on Cena's throbbing cock. "Fuckinnnnn aaaaaaaa," Ice ranted squeezing his cheeks tight.
"Yeahhhhhh," Cena encouraged as the slick hot hole slurped and sucked on his raging shaft. "You do bitch," he hoarsely whispered. "You my bitch!"
M&M couldn't control it, he was raging hard and needed to do something about it. Casually he withdrew his 11 inch cock from his pants and proceeded to jerk it roughly. Cena watched Mathers a few moments in admiration of the rapper boi's hard cock. It was a bit longer than his own but not nearly as thick. He was cut as well and the piss slit was leaking pre-cum like a faucet.
"Hey," Cena called to Mathers, "why don't you bring that over here."
M&M didn't even hesitate. He pushed his pants off and walked over to Ice and Cena stroking his jutting hard cock. Ice continued to ride Cena's cock while M&M straddled Cena in front of him. M&M leaned forward and Cena opened his mouth and let the cock head slide over his tongue. He sucked in until his lips were tight around the head and his cheeks sunk in. M&M closed his eyes as Cena's tongue lapped and round around his cock head. Cena slurped the leaking pre-cum hungrily. Ice couldn't see the action but he certainly heard all of the slurping. Ice bounced harder on Cena's cock and looked at Mather's milky white ass. Although it wasn't as round and bubbly as his own, it was none the less inviting. He reached a hand forward and slid it down the butt crack. Mathers wiggled his butt a bit at the contact. Ice's fingers brushed Mather's tight virgin pucker and Mathers shivered. Boldly Ice slipped a finger through the ass lips. When Mathers didn't object, Ice inserted a second finger.
"Mmmmmm," M&M hissed as Ice's fingers brush the smooth warm flesh inside his hole.
Vanilla Ice slipped in four fingers.
"Whoa!" M&M whelped, in the movement thrusting the entire length of his cock down Cena's throat.
"Mnmph," He choked at the unexpected thrust but quickly convulsed his throat muscles around the large shaft. Soon he resumed comfortably sucking and slurping on Mather's cock.
"Go....," M&M twitched his butt uncomfortably, "easy, I'm.....not used....."
"Mmmm," Ice marveled, "you're so damn tight."
"Ugh....yeah....precisely," he winced a bit as Ice's fingers stretched his hole.
Vanilla Ice continued to stretch Mather's tight warm hole until he grew accustomed his fingers. Mathers began to purr as Ice fucked his hole with his fingers. "That's it." Ice smiled, "I want you to be ready to take ride on this," he clenched his butt muscles around Cena's thrusting cock, "when I'm through."
M&M was too wrapped up in the sensations of Ice's fingers in his butt and Cena's mouth around his cock to pay heed to Ice's implication.
"Mmmmmm," M&M groaned as Ice's fingers stroked the contours of his hole.
But then Ice struck Mather's prostate, "what the fuck," his eyes flew wide, "ughhhhhhhhhh," and Ice milked an orgasm from Mather's cock.
M&M couldn't hold back the orgasm when Ice's finger moved in his butt the way it did. "Ahhhhhh yeahhhhhhh," spoog spurted from his cock head into Cena's hungry mouth. M&M would have apologized for cumming in the wrestler's mouth like a fag, but Cena was already greedily gulping down the thick salty seed. M&M blinked in surprise but then, "yeah, eat it." He continued to pump his load. "I'm breedin' your throatttttttt," and Cena nursed the cock until the last drop of cum was wrought from Mather's cock.
Cena licked the head and shaft clean, but then winced and convulsed, "Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhh." Cena's cock pumped Ice's ass full of cum.
"Fill me up baby," Ice encouraged as he held tight and squished from the sound of his bloated rectum full of cum.
"Take ittttttttttttt!" Cena pumped his load completely up the 80s rapper's hole. Cena's harsh breathing began to subside as Ice's butt clenched and milked the last drops of cum from his cock.
Vanilla Ice's butt slickly held Cena's cock within as he began to pump his cock with his hands.
"Shoot it bitch," Cena encouraged, "shoot that load."
Ice continued to stroke his uncut cock, the foreskin pulled back tightly, hard and throbbing. "I....I'm gonna shoot!"
M&M surprised both men as he quickly hopped off Cena and knelt before Ice's cock. He extended his tongue just as Ice exploded. "Arghhhhhhh Yeahhhhhhhhhhh," and ropes of thick cum splattered across Mather's proffered tongue. Cena smiled as Mathers swallowed the cum, moving closer to catch the rest of Ice's load directly in his mouth. "Ughhhhhh Ughhhh," Ice grunted as he pumped the remaining ropes of spoog into Mather's accommodating mouth.
M&M unabashedly swallowed the cum then bent and licked Ice's cock clean.
Ice smiled approvingly while Cena sniggered. He reached up and swatted Mather's but playfully, "who da bitch, now?" He teased, but Mather's simply took Ice's spent cock fully within his mouth and suckled it completely clean.