Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2000 13:52:24 EST From: Adonisart1@aol.com Subject: D’Angelo: Shooting the Video This is a fictional story that depicts graphic language of a homosexual nature and should not be read by minors or those offended by such materials. This story in no way shape or form implies as to the sexuality of the musical stars mentioned (D’Angelo). This story is merely for entertainment and is not to be taken as fact.
He we were again arguing over creative differences in the video making arena. I was so sick and tired of working with these sissy ass hip hoppers who were singing and rapping about pussy when they knew as well as I did that dick is what got a rise out of them. As I sat in the conference room with the representatives of five different hip hop artists who shall remain nameless (for now), then the call came in from my boss. I was immediately to report to his office leaving the meeting to be handled by one of my less skilled associates. I went to the head man’s office and entered. He told me to sit down. As I sat, he went on to explain that a particular artist had just fired his tenth video director over creative differences and that my name had been mentioned as the best in the field and this artist wanted me to direct his video!
I asked who was this arrogant shit? Didn’t he know that “I” choose my clients they don’t choose me? My boss, took a breathe and I could swear the name flowed off his lips like a song when he said, “D’Angelo.” I gasped for a minute. I had wanted to work with this fine ass brother for about a year now and here he was requesting me. There was no counting how many fantasies I had of sexing him up and down the halls and walls of his Beverly Hills home. Within the hour, I was on the next plane out of town heading to the studio. During my five hour flight, all I could think about was working under, in mean working with D’Angelo. I shook the thoughts of sex from my mind and focused in on work. I had a copy of storyboards from what the previous directors had in mind for his video. I put their lame ideas aside and listened for myself to the song and began to have a vision of what the song “How does it feel?” means to me and D’. My concept for this video was hot and was making droplets of pre-cum ooze through my boxer briefs making a small wet spot appear through my baggy jeans. As the stewardess approached me to offer a drink, I tried to hide my hard prick but the bulge of my hard schlong was quite visible! She licked her lips and smiled as she handed me a Pepsi and walked away.
I had that kind of reaction many times before. I was a pretty good looking brotha at five feet eleven and one hundred seventy pounds. My body was tight and firm from weekly visits to the gym. I was also sportin a nice piece of wood as you can tell from the stewardess’ reaction. I arrived on the set. There were about three hundred people around at the time, camera men, prop people, tech men, make up, wardrobe, etc. hustling and bustling around. Everyone was obviously on edge from D’Angelo’s violent temper when he did not get his way with his music. His producer approached me and told me that he was in his dressing room taking a shower to cool off. I knocked on the door. “Who the fuck is it?”, he bellowed. When I replied, I was told to come on in. I entered the room and heard to my right, the sound of the water . I stood motionless for a moment, until he spoke again. “Come in the bathroom, I’m in here.” “I can wait till you’re finished.” “Get yo ass in here so we can start discussing this video!” The sound of his voice left no room for refusal or compromise. I walked into the bathroom and my eyes stayed glued to the floor.
I tried not to look up at his naked showering body but he had just finished showering and was now standing there in front of the mirror rubbing baby oil on his chest and arms. The water in the shower was still running. Under my breath I mumbled, “Damn!” as that I was secretly disappointed at missing my chance to see D’Angelo’s naked and gorgeous body. Just the thought of that made my five inch flaccid rod stretch to seven semi hard inches. As he finished oiling his abs, he turned to face me. The shift of his body made the piece of meat that was hanging between his muscular legs swing back and forth a few times. It swung just enough for me to get a pretty clear image that D’Angelo was packing a Tyrannosaurus Rex and it could eat me any time it wanted to! “I’m tired of bullshittin’ around with fake ass directors. What can you do for me?” He was blunt and to straight forward. I wanted to reply with equal honesty. “Well I can suck your dick until you scream and sing to me and I can take a dick better than any piece of pussy you ever had. Fuck me and nigga you’ll be mine for life!” But of course I did not answer his question with that kind of honestly.
Instead I told him a few of my ideas while in flight. He did not seem thrilled about any of my ideas. We discussed the possibilities of my ideas for a full two hours. D’Angelo had by now sat on the couch and laid slightly to his left side and propped his right leg up on the couch. It was than that I caught a glimpse of his cock. Well, actually I could only see the head peeking out. It was a dark mahogany brown color and the even though soft he was slinging a nice round mushroom! I began to daydream and reflected back to my vision on the plane. I was so caught up in my daydream that I told him the vision I had on the plane and how aroused I was by the entire idea. “Well, I had this idea that you would be singing the song and that to the viewer it would appear that you are standing naked and getting head while singing. The camera would film strategic areas of your body making you look naked to the audience and it would be hot as hell!!” He paused for a moment. By the look of his twitching cock head I could tell I had sold him my vision. He stood up, “Damn that shit startn’ to make my fuckin’ dick hard!!”
He reached under the towel and grabbed his prick and began to stroke it, right there in front of me. I still could not see it fully as that the towel was still covering it but it was HUGE even in that semi erect state. “So, D’Angelo, what do you think about my idea??” “Oh hell yeah , I’m `bout it `bout it, let’s get it on!!!” He raced to the back and threw on some sweat pants and a baggy white T-shirt that covered his crotch hiding that colossal meat! We entered the studio and began to set up the scene. He removed his shirt and pulled his pants and a tight pair of brown bikini briefs down just far enough to be out of camera view. Those little ass briefs were stretched to the max by that fuckin’ huge meat!!! Damn, this nigga was packing atleast ten maybe eleven inches! Anyway, the tech people placed a mic on his briefs and they started filming, hit the music track and he began to sing with the playback but some how the shoot was missing something. The realism of the vision was not there. He was growing impatient and angry. He then screamed out for the entire crew to evacuate the studio.
Actually he said, “Get the fuck out!! All ya’ll fuckin up my video and I can’t get this shit done with you worthless non-talented fuck ups!!!” The crew was gone in mere seconds and I stood there alone with D’Angelo. “Yo Director- I ain’t feelin this shit!” He tugged on the bulge in his briefs and they lowered a fraction of an inch but that
fraction was just far enough to show a hair or two in his genital region. For about two minutes, he was just standing in front of me and the camera with his pants and briefs hanging low.. “What now?”, I asked. “What do you think would make this video more effective? What will make you feel it?”, I added. Without answering he simply bent over and pulled the sweats and briefs completely off! His bare feet stepped out of the leg holes and as he stood up in what seemed to be slow motion, every tender brown muscle of his sweaty body tensed and flexed. I was mesmerized by the beauty of his naked form. It was like standing before a living statue carved from marble by the hands of Da Vinci or Michaelangelo. As I licked my lips, he asked, “So are you feelin’ me?” There was a pause and he then asked, ” Are you `bout it `bout it?”
I knew from the look in his eyes what he had in mind. I hit the playback button on the CD and started the preprogrammed run of the video cameras and I walked over to this naked mandingo warrior and I knelt down and took his African spear into my mouth. He began to sing with the playback as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. His soft nine inch cock quickly engorged with blood and stretched to a full twelve inches of rock rigid hard ball park frank!! And it was delicious. Just the feeling of it in my mouth was sending shivers down my spine to the crack of my ass making my fuck hole twitch! I trailed my tongue around the ridge of his cock head and along the pulsing veins down to his egg shaped monster balls that were hanging heavy in the sack. I tried to take them in my mouth but they were too big! I shifted my attention to one at a time and slurped on them. I could feel them surging with cum as he continued to sing. For those of you who see the video this is what happened. As the cameras began to circle his head showing his braids and continued moving around the left to his eyes and then his lips. I was already deep throating him. His hard dick bouncing against the back of my throat.
As the camera pulled the view back showing his entire face, I came off his dick and began to lovingly and tenderly lick his hot sweaty melon balls. My dick was crammed in my boxers and I reached down to let it out. I unzipped my Light blue Fubu jeans and out popped my hard eight and a half inch steel rod! The camera was already showing his chest and moving back to show his entire torso and part of his nappy cock hairs. Funny thing is that we later had to edit and use a previous clip of this shot because in the real shot my bobbing head was clearly visible (hahaha) so we used a clip that was more appropriate. A mic wire on the left side and brown colored bikini drawls on the right could slightly be seen. This shit was shot before we got down and dirty! When the camera moved the view back in closer and D’ looked down at me I had returned to his foot long dong and was tickling it in a way that made his knees grow weak. He began to moan but it was covered by the music playback. He began to move his hips in anticipation of my slurping mouth. His right hand gripped his right nipple and rubbed his tight six pack abs and quickly touched the back of my skull.
The camera moved lower and lower to where you could see the faint trail of hair leading to his cock! Me buffing his helmet was barely out of view. I was going at that cock like there was no tomorrow!! The camera panned back and began to circle right around his body. His side torso and than his back and upper black ass were now visible. His balls began to twitch and I knew the time was nearing. I was on a mission now! I wanted to time his climax with the musical crescendo! The camera continued to move around him back to the front as his back arched and more of that cock was buried in my deep warm mouth! He threw his arms up first the right, then the left. The music began to crescendo and I worked that prick with the savagery of a mad man! I licked, slurped, gobbled, and vacuumed his cock in ways that I knew he had never felt before. I reached up to his firm brown ass and cupped the round mounds in my hands. His ass began to twitch in my hands as his balls began to draw up to his body! His large mushroom was HARD and his piss slit was gaping wider and wider, readying itself for the flood that would spew forth.
The music was now at it’s height and I went down for one last deep swallow and that was all he wrote!! The blast, the music, and his play pack vocals as well as his real life scream all CAME simultaneously!!!! The sweat on his brow was dripping on my face, neck , and my own aching cock that was dripping cum lice a sink faucet. I licked his slit and he licked his lips. The camera panned back just far enough to show him reaching to his front but he was reaching to shake the last drops of cum onto my out stretched tongue! He screamed again when I took his semi limp rod into my mouth again. It quickly rose to it’s former twelve inch glory and the cum mounted again. The video ended with another scream and blast of cream as his hands reached behind his head! The playback ended and the camera shut off. My cock was burning and ready to shoot but just as I reached for it, D’ smacked my hand away and said, “Nigga don’t touch my dick- That shits mine to milk!!!” He then reached over and grabbed my rigid beam in hand. I damn near came from his clench alone but he stuffed my rod painfully back into my jeans. It did not go without a fight but he won.
He directed me to clean up the set while he cooled off by sitting ass naked in the director’s chair. His cock hanging low off the seat! I raced to clean up and finished in mere moments. When I turned to see what now, I noticed he was gone! But where he sat was a note -”When you done editing that shit and ready to let me see the final cut, hit me up on my pager. I’ll be waiting for you.” I got mad for a second thinking I had been played. But I went into the editing booth and went to work. As I sat there clipping and blocking in shoots, my cock started dripping pre jizz again. I knew one think, if I didn’t satisfy that damn snake soon, it would satisfy itself (smile)! The video was finally done and I hit that nigga up. He called me back, “Damn youz a slow azz nigga. Anyway, I sent a car to pick you up. Get the fuck over here and let me see the video!” He hung up! I exited the studio and sure enough there was a limo waiting. After about a forty five minute drive we finally arrived in Beverly Hills. I was escorted into the house and told to go upstairs and to the first room on the right. I reached the door which was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and there stood my dark skinned bronze statue standing naked!
His dick was limp but was still a sight to behold! He licked his lips and spoke, “Get yo slow azz over here!” I walked in slow motion but finally stood within three feet of him. I could smell the musk of his pits, cock, and ass. My cobra was arching and ready to strike! D’ reached out and grabbed my shirt ripping it off in one powerful tug. I stood there bare chested. He reached around my head with his right arm and slammed our faces together, thrusting his tongue down my throat! His left hand was entering the layer of the cobra. We kissed and he rubbed my balls and cock head for a few second. I was ready to cum and he must have sensed it, “Nigga you ain’t bustin no nut that quick!! I got plans fo’ ur azz~!!!” My pants were then pulled down in one stunning move and as I stepped out of the legs, having only my Tims on my feet. “You ready for D’ Angelo to tap that azz??” To which I replied, “Fuck yeah!!” At that he picked me up of the floor, like I was his wedding bitch. Fuck it I didn’t mind. I was exactly where I wanted to be and was ready for more.
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