Disclaimer: Please note this story is fiction and doens not imply the sexuality of the character's involved.
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Zac Gets a Lil Wayne by J.B. Murnau
Glimmers of riding bikes after spring storms with twelve year old friends surfaced in Zac Efron's mind, the gin in consumption and visions of the night rain pelting asphalt just outside the Viper Room. While pondering the absolute uselessness of flat tonic and the flaws of British Colonialism his perfect blue eyes spotted a bit of commotion entering the sanctum of the VIP backroom, previously occupied by only himself and a few performers. He felt a nervous twitch in his five hundred dollar jeans as he watched a Zulu jewel making it's curious way from the door straight to himself like a haughty laser. Lil Wayne met that Disney trained gaze with a New Orleans reared raise of the chin.
"I know you." He said holding out a hand to Zac, diamond encrusted apparel and lean muscle in abundance. "Well, considering how I'm a big fan of yours, you knowing of me is quite pleasing.", stammered Efron shaking the hand, terribly unsure of his words. "By the end of tonight, I might know you, in the biblical sense I mean. Bet you'd find that pleasin' too."
Before Efron could respond to the rather Victorian come on, Wayne had made his quick exodus to the bar. Efron turned away to look again out the window, his deep confusion coming down hard and heavy like the rain. He'd heard of celebrities, male and female, hooking up with wild whimsy and their careers living through it. Though being a heart throb of his caliber and cleanly type put him in the position of not being quite so agile in the gay realm. Not nearly as well positioned as he'd love to endure. He sat down his glass, feeling swift shiftings in his groin coming on. Escape seemed cowardly but also equitable, his eyes looking for the quickest path. Thats when he felt the tug of destiny, a hand moving across his ass both strong and tender in it's obvious allusion. He turned once more to see Lil Wayne, a mixed juice drink in hand and the same being thrusted at Efron.
"Here, drink this." "But I was just..." "Leaving?" "Well..." A hand found it's way to Efron's hip, he could feel his pants getting a bit tighter with this contact. "Nah, stick the fuck around man. You'll like this drink." Efron sipped it up through a straw, a perfect mix of sweet pineapple juice and high-end gin meeting his tongue. He looked up to meet Lil Wayne's hungry wolf eyes, the tip of his tongue sliding across his full lips. "It tastes really good, although I'm not sure I would ever order gin and juice." "A mistake you can now recitfy and avoid making in the future." "Isn't it a hip-hop thing, the gin and juice drink?" "Fuck, I wouldn't know."
They both laughed and that hazy soap opera-esque flashback effect seemed to pass over them, the night picking them up by their collars and dragging them through both mine-fields and lusty beaches of conversation. Every point of their prospective business and sexuality bartered and every corny joke given charity chuckles. All of it so fast that neither would remember much later as far as words were considered. Coherency came stumbling like an elderly titan, with a thunderclap they were in the back of a limo all alone save for one another. The vehicle was moving but not as quickly as their young hands, clothing realized as an obstacle for the fingers as lips were barrier to the tongue. Buttons were lost to the ravenous jerk to see more, always more, zippers lowered so as to explore that which fiend paparazzi called their Godhead. Yet, even in these sex plateau with shimmerings stretching outward toward all the heavenly spectacles there came a sweeping darkness, it came howling of too many drinks and not nearly enough pacing.
Zac came out of the abyss to what he instantly recognized as warmth and wetness swirling around his sensitive pink asshole, his breath scratching out of his throat like a jaguar. Quickly reconizing his surroundings as his own bedroom his eyes then rolled into the back of his head, strong hands parting his beautiful ass cheeks to delve deeper with a tongue most experienced with fellatio, cunnilingus, and even those orifices so sumptuous and devious to go without title in their oratory exhibitions. To help in this endeavour Zac arched his back downward and pushed his ass back into that which gave him much tonguey tortlings, his moans so full and breathy. Panting he called out with joy as fingers invaded his ass, sliding past spit lubed sphincter muscles. He pushed back to these fingers as he called out for more, all eight inches of his prick being slowly milked to so much pleasure. He gasped as the fingers withdrew and then moved right back into the snug harbor, his thick cock jumping in Waynes hand like a bucking andaconda. Wayne slid his waist and legs beneath Zac slowly, his own rather buxom penis finding it's way to Mr. Efron's pretty and parted lips. After much work and patience, all difficult considering the constant and pleasurable anal distractions, Zac found himself capable of swallowing most of Wayne's eleven inched girth.
"You filthy bitch, polish my cock like the proslut we both know you are. I want it nice and dripping with your spit when I put it up this fine ass you got here."
This proposition of sodomy only encouraged the cockfiend in young Zac, who's head bobbed up and down rapidly and with obvious hunger for the big black dick hanging from above and in his mouth. The fingers and tongue moved rapidly in out of Zac's ass, always exchanging positions and thrusting as his poor aching cock pulsed in Wayne's ever shifting palm. A hard slap and then another found their laughing way across Zac's butt cheeks as the ebony rapper fucked his mouth like a madman, the red handprints ringing so nicely across the white muscled flesh. The spitty slut mouthed Efron licked across the pink delicate mushroom head of dark uncircumcised dong, a groan spilling forth from Wayne who'd just then grown too lusty for the mere oral satisfactions. The lyrical maestro withdrew from the loop they'd created, taking a kneeling stance behind the Disney adonis still on his hands and knees. Another slap dropped on Efron's rape hopeful ass, fingers still present as he panted to the kisses upon his neck and whisperings in his ear.
"Tell me you want this dick, bitch." the hard cock slapped against his sore but eager ass. "Please fuck me, please, I want you in me so hard and bad! Please make me your slut!", he yelled half assuming this is what the lusty rapper wanted to hear, the other thoughts simply being the newly awakened cumslut in Efron voicing it's true ambition.
Neither of these insanely handsome men had the urge for the games of resistance and taunting, so wanting and full of the energy to fill one another. Zac felt the wide head at his moist hole, the pressure so impending and heavy he was sure he was soon to feel pain but was also sure it was all well worth it. A hand just above his ass was slowly moving up his back as he listened to the rain still falling outside, listening to the heavy breathing, feeling the thick apex pushing it's way into him with echoes of tearing pain. A grunt came from Wayne's lips as felt the almost seering hot confines envelope his head and then the whole inch by rock hard inch, going deeper and deeper as he gripped the boy's perfect hips. Muscled abdominals draped in black flesh and capitalist obsessed tattoos heaved with each nerve racked breath, his sweat raining down to the tense boy's back just below. His eyes focused on his engorged lovegun piercing the pinkened veil, cutting to his lover's face twisted by the pressures of the perpetual entrance. White shoulders fell limp as the culmination of being fully impaled became realized with a slightly trimmed pubic bush being brushed against his cheeks.
Wayne leaned down and wrapped his fingers through the lush black hair, pulling Efron's face to the side to give him a taste of his own ass with a deep kiss. He drew his cock half out of the asshole slowly and then slammed it home again, Efron's mouth opened with a sharp gasp. This was repeated again and then again, no time given for the adjustments of such a rapid invasion nor the heavy force of the fuck. Each time he gasped as the huge cock barreled in and out of him, each time more and more withdrawn only to slam it all home again. His blue eyes rolled backwards as he was quickly broken into this savage fucker, the occasional hard slap finding his ass cheeks during these first few minutes of wild abandon. Efron's head was turned to the side once more so that the rappers tongue could pry open his lips whilst his ass was pillaged so deep. One hand held dominance and weight over the base of Zac's back and the other gripped his hair and drew his head back, the fuck growing ever more intense with each thrusting moment.
Zac grew more aware and active after enduring this for some time, eventually thrusting his ass back to meet with each manic plunge forward. He felt cum-heavy balls slapping against his ass, arching his back so that he might get even more of that fat black cock in his his slutty boy-gash. "Take it, Zac, take it all." His rock hard cock nuzzled against his tight abbed stomach, sweat pouring across his pectorials as Wayne kissed his exposed neck. The moonlight passed between gray clouds and poured through the bedroom, the somewhat curved, yet no less wonderous Zac Efron bucking his cock filled ass backwards to meet each thundering thrust of Lil Wayne, an ebony fuck machine full of the vigor required to fuck all night long. Zac suddenly clawed forward and flipped lightning quick on his back, hooking his feet around Wayne's thick waist to pull his fellow close. Again the hole was filled but to a much deeper extent, the thrust slower and seemingly more exacting. From this vantage point they explored one another's body with groping hands and kisses long lasting. Even a few nipples were tweaked, but mostly on the squealing Efron.
Seeing as how Zac was more engaged at this point, Wayne decided to take a slightly less active position, lying on his back and allowing the young actor to ride his cock. Efron slowly rose and fell the length of that entire black cock, facing away from Wayne so that the rapper could watch his thick shaft disappear into the boy's ass and then quickly reappear with each of the vertical gyrations. Beads of semen dripped from Efron's cock with each mount downward, the head of the massive cock massaging the edges of his prostate. After a while of this Wayne opted rotating the boy to face him, that big dick bouncing up and down like a metronome. Each time the cock arched upwards, a bit of precum flew through the air and landed gently on Wayne's chest. He knew he was close to filling this boy up with his seed, that and it wouldn't take a great deal of effort to make Zac blast his own spectacular load.
"You wanna cum, baby? Huh?" asked the rapper as he ran his fingers down the sweat drenched abdominals of the stud riding his dick. "Oh please! I wanna shoot all over you! Are you close?" belted the sweaty Efron, clutching his rock hard dick in one hand and the back of his head in the other. He resembled a tired but still fully capable rodeo rider, his ass steadily clutching that black dick tighter than any man-made vice.
In response Wayne gripped Efron's hips with both of his strong hands and began to thrust upward at a machine gun rate, an effort to send them both over the edge at the same time. Efron screamed through curled lips, his face the mask of ectasy, with the sound of hips slapping ass spilling throughout the moonlit bedroom. Efron placed both of his hands behind his head as he felt his balls draw upward, his body going into pleasure overdrive. As he was seeing stars and blasting squirt after squirt of his white goo all over the "CASHMONEY" tattooed stomach, Wayne himself felt Zac's asshole tighten around his cock. He slammed the white boy down on his cock one last time as it launched load after load of black babies into that well worked ass. Breathing heavy and working on staying conscious through the heavy workout and booze still in his system Wayne suddenly felt quite renewed. This obviously being the effect of looking down to see Zac Efron's cum leaking asshole facing you whilst the cumslave mouthwashs your tool for a second act. Or it should be.
Author's Note: This is my first stab at erotica. Except for that note I once wrote to Jesus of Nazareth when I was six. I tried not to make Lil Wayne's lexicon absurdly ethnic nor urban, but it came out silly anyway. If you feel a need to offer suggestions or critique, hastur.servitor@gmail.com