Sexin me, trey songz
Part 2

Disclaimer: i don’t know these characters, nor anything they stand for or about. This is an entire work of fiction…… therefore enjoy the story…

Where we left off:

“i was speechless, this nigga had the muscle tone of a god, with the dick of a full grown horse… nigga was well endowed…. Im talkin 10 maybe 11 inches…..so he got to my face and…….”

“escuse me sir, but what do you think that you are doing?”,a police officer asked.

As i hurridly pulled myself together, i could see that police officer was checkin me out. So okay, i know imma litlle flamboyant, but im thuggish in ways too, and for this nigga to be lookin at me as i doo somethin personal as beat my meat, was slowly, but surely tickin me the fuck off.

“umm, i just pulled over to the side, i felt myself going to sleep and i decided to just pull over and rest before i fall asleep at the umm wheel..”, i replied.

“but im pretty sure you know that you cannot fall asleep at rail road crossings, let alone park near or on train tracks, am i right?”

“yeah– but umm,”

“but nothing. You know what you did was wrong, and secondly you are lieing, i was sitting here watching you jack off your little dick with your head and eyes rollin to the back of your head…. I bet you were so consumed with yourself that you didn’t notice me watching you? Did you?”, the police officer said with a wide koolaid smile on his face.

All i could do is sit there, but the thought of that police officer watching me, as i beat off to the thought of me and trey having a sexual escapade just made me wanna jump his bone and start getting it poppin. So all i could do was watch and wait patiently as he wrote me a $750 ticket for both stopping and parking at railroad tracks, and another $200 for indescent exposure.

So as i pulled up on 57th and brynhurst, i couldn’t help but thinking about how the police officer was checkin out my dick, and to top it off; he had the nerve to pop a boner and twitchin his dick as he wrote me the damn ticket. Then i got a little self conscious, i knew my dick wasn’t small, but that shit got to me. So as i got settled into the house i went to the bathroom of the 3 bedroom 2 bathroom apartment, and ran some bath water.

As i ran the water i couldn’t help but to think about how in the same night i had two men try to get with me. One who i thot would never be out to swing my way, and the other that made it completely obvious that he swung my way. That shit mixed with the lavender and chamomille bath and body works bubblez, just shot a tingle through my dick, then it was history after that.

I must’ve had to have just gotten into the tub when i sized up my veiny hard dick. Then i let the heat of the water massage the shaft as i held the head of my dick. Then i took some bath oil and dripped it directly onto the head of my stiff dick. Then i allowed it to drip, allowing myself to believe that i was in the heat of the moment in which i was getting my dick sucked.

All i could do was move up and down the shaft as i tightly closed my eyes and picked up where i left off at the trax….

“ooh, baby you got to suck my dick…”

“that shit, are you sure i mean it is kinda big trey….”

“ i know, but if you don’t imma take as if u think i got some kind of disease. Is it that you don’t want to touch me….. I mean if you really don’t wont to, i can always have you with the your ass straight up….”, he said with a deviously innocent look.

“you know… sucking that dick don’t seem as such a bad idea no more…”

So i took my tongue and ran it up the underside of his shaft. Slowly, not missing a cell of skin as i ran it up to his head, then i took my tongue and ran it at the base of his head, going slow, but rough, so that he felt nothing but pleasure as i transitioned the teasing motions to a much more licking motion.

It was at that moment i saw how trey was rollin his eyes to the back of his head. That’s when i took the head entirely in my mouth, making note to give a good icecream cone- like sucking motion. When i heard him so “ooh” i knew i had him hooked

As quickly as i did that, the bulbous mushroom secreted this thick precum. At first i thought it was cum, but then i realized his balls is still midway up to his body, a good indication that he hadnt cumm yet. So i generously helped him to ——

“hey, are you almost through in there? I got to bathe too, and you been in there for an hour in a half….”, my cousin said. And it was funny because when you dream you really lose track of time, therefor i replied:

“yeah, 30 mins.”

“cool.

Okay— so i generously helped him to clean up that minor mess, which i knew was gone get bigger when he really cums…. So i just licked and licked and all i heard in the background was him saying, “damn, im bout to cumm..” And that was all i needed to hear.

He pulled and tugged at my head like he was playing tug a war. And the closer i got to the base of his dick, the more pressure he applied to coincide with his hips thrusting, so i get more……. And then it happened….. This nigga shoved his dick so damn far down my throat i thot i was about to die, but damn his cummm tasted so good….it wasn’t that bitter, and much of it tasted kind of sweet…..

“wait…. Lwt me do you….”, trey said..

Damn… what was i thinking about? I hate havin a whole fantasy and getting it broke… fuck….but ooh shit…. Im cummin too…. Damn you would never think that the thought of 1 man could do that to you,,,, but it did it to me…

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Upon my getting out, i had received a call, and to my surprise it was trey…..

“hello?”

“yo this is trey, im callin 4.…..”

*stay tuned, will you get to know homeboiz name, will he and trey really hit it off? Will he get trey to suck his dick? Stay tuned, this is ya boi gazeti, bka yung1 and if you want to know what happen email a nigga @

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Route 66: Where I met Trey Songz
By gazeti

Disclaimer: i don’t know if any of the characters are like gay or anything, this is all fake….. All of it is strictly fiction…. Except route 66, now that’s a true highway…….. So don’t take any of this as if they are… you don’t know just like i don’t know….

I know that i aint gone never make it to hollywood on a tank of gas…. “route 66 westbound is undergoing problems due to a pile up on los angeles exit 87”, a lady over the radio says….. Damn, and i really wanted to make it to hollywood by tommorow morning. See, i have family over there and they wanted to take me to go see my favorite singer, marques houston, but it just so happened that the fuking highway is goin out of order and this is the only interstate that could get me to los angeles by that time…. You see its times like this that you wish you had a private jet…. Ooh, but i cant stop thinkin about my baby, marques….

“i made it to a stop sign than i made four right…”, is what he was singing to me, although i know he doesn’t know me…. He was thinking about me, and questioning his sexuality all at the same time. That’s when my whole fantasy broke, “cumm the fuck on, move already!!”, a man in a black limbo screamed at me. Now at first i was debating like, this nigga got me fucked up, but then i saw that traffic picked up and i must have dozed off at the wheel. So i started driving, but then i realized the limbo. Who was in it…. And by the sound of the limbo driver they had somewhere to be, just as bad as me. …

After about an hour, i finally made it to los angeles where i found an arco to fill up my car. As i pumped that llimbo drove up…. And that fat ass driver stepped out and looked at me and just shook his head…. Now im like, this nigga stupid, lookin me up and down like he got a problem, hell i was wearin evisu shorts with a ralph lauren polo. I knew my shit was tight and then i looked down to my size ten feet, pedicured in their flip flop sandals, so im like man, he trippin.

And all of a sudden a voice, a voice somewhat familiar came out of the window…. “hey you… come here.” So im inchin my way to the car where i can see the limbo driver is like fifth in the line, then i put my head near the window and there he was, Trey fucking songz. So get all gittery and shit and then i finally say.. “yeah”.

“i saw you over there lookin all fine and shit and i wanted to know if you was gay…. Not that it’s a problelm or anything….. But…”, he said.

“naw, naw, i am”

“so where you headed? Im goin to beverly hills to shoot my video for wonder woman… and i would appreciate if you would come by and check it out.”

“cool, i guess, but you don’t know me….and i could be a stalker, or killer, hell i could be a bi-polar cleptomaniac, that wants to bash your head in for some high action kick”

“so are you any of that?”, he asked.

“no, im just fuckin with you but i do have somewhere to be….”

“where?”

“im goin to this concergt with my cuzzins to the house of blues to go and see marques houston…..”

“that gay nigga? He aint got shit on me…. Look im doin a show to…but its more of a private like show… so imma give you my number and then i want you to call me…..”

“oh, for sho’”

“alright…… its 4-1-8—”……

On my way to my cuzzin house i got extremely horny so i had to stop at these train tracks, so while the train was passing, i whipped out my 7 and a half inch dick, a little above average, but it gets tha job done, so as i started strokin, all i could think about was how good Trey looked, although i only saw his face, it was so much there to remember… like the style of his braids, a crossed design cornrow style with his mustache trimmed to perfection… i could tell he just put in a stick of big red gum…and damn….. His hands…..

So i imagined him askin my entrance to his car

“come on in”

“don’t mind if i do”

Ooh as he rubbed my thigh with his left hand, he grabbed at my dick with his right, all that went through my mind was this nigga… i thot he was straight… now i know…. By the way he pulled my head to him, roughly gentle, he did this shit before…..

“hmmm, mmmmm, damn, your tongue taste bomb as fuck”’ Trey said as he unbuckled my pants and slid, my jean shorts down to my ankles…..

“mmmmm… thanks….. Ummmm… damn…. What… are… we… ohhhh… doin?” I managed to ask between grunts and moans…. But he said nothing…. I guess he wanted me to shut up because he tossed me to the other seat while he made me watch him take off his clothes without letting me touch my genitalia…. “no… you have to wait…. This, this is what imma have the pleasure of doing… now sit back and relax.”

So i did, and shit, when he got to his boxers, it was like… there was nothing left to say…… i was speechless, this nigga had the muscle tone of a god, with the dick of a full grown horse… nigga was well endowed…. Im talkin 10 maybe 11 inches…..

So he got to my face and…….

Sorry….. You have to wait…. Part 2.… will his dream continue or will he cumm… to a climax…. Send all comments, with no pix to im323y@aol.com .