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This is pure fiction. I haven’t the slightest idea about the sexuality of Yung Joc or DMX. Enjoy!

Rapper Yung Joc headed up to the Ruff Ryder studios. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He said to himself. “I can’t believe I’m going up here to meet with DMX.” Joc had heard about DMX and his eleven-inch dick. He had also been around girls who had been with DMX. They said they got the ride of their lives. Joc didn’t know if DMX was gay, but, he knew he just had to see DMX’s dick for himself. When he arrived, Eve was there to greet him. “Hey, boo.” She said. Joc looked her up and down. Eve was wearing a tight blue silk blouse and some really fittin’ blue jeans. She was fine in her own way, but Joc wasn’t interested in her or any woman. He wanted men. He wanted one man especially: DMX. “That man is so damn phine!” Joc thought to himself. He remembered back in the day, when he would see DMX’s videos and get hard at the mere sight of DMX. “Now, I’m getting’ a chance to see the nigga in person!” “Come with me.” Eve said. She led him into an office suite. When he got inside, Joc gasped. The room was huge! The room was painted in a burgundy color with matching furniture. . The room had it’s own bar, which was fully stocked, of course. There was also a long black table. It looked like it seated, at least, twenty people around it. At the head of the table sat DMX! He was wearing a white suit with a black tie. For some reason, that suit didn‘t look right on DMX. Joc was used to seeing DMX in jeans and T-shirts with the freshest sneakers money can buy. “The suit look wasn‘t a bad look, though.” Joc thought to himself. “I hear that you wanted to see me?” X asked.

It sounded more like a statement than a question. “Y-yea, man, I do.” Joc stuttered. “Chill, man.” He thought to himself. “What do you need?” DMX asked. “Well…” Joc began. Then he looked at Eve, who was still in the room. DMX seemed to sense Joc’s hesitation. “Could you leave us boys to discuss some business alone?” He asked her. Without hesitation or preamble, Eve left the room. “Now, I ask again.” What do you want?” “Well, I’ve been hearing shit about you.” Joc started. “What kinds of shit?” DMX asked, intrigued. “There are some sistas out there be talkin’ about…ya know.” Joc said. He looked down at DMX’s crotch. DMX followed Joc’s gaze. It took a second for DMX to figure out why Joc was here. “What are they talkin’ about?” He asked. He knew exactly what was up. He just wanted to make Joc ask for what he wanted. “Your dick, man.” Joc said, finally. “Oh, my god, what the hell just came out of my damn mouth?” Joc thought to himself. “I am so dead!” To his surprise, DMX started to laugh. “What are you laughin’ at?” DMX tried to get himself together. “Not a thing, man.” He said. He got up from the table and walked over to Joc. He leaned against the table. “So, what have the sistas been sayin’ about my dick?” “They was sayin’ how big it was and shit.” Joc said. “You wanna see it for yourself, don’tcha?” DMX asked. Again, this was more of a statement than a question. “Hell, yea.” Joc said. “How much do you wanna see it?” DMX asked. “What are you getting’ at?” Joc asked, slightly confused. “I wanna know how badly you wanna see this pipe.” DMX said. “I wanna see it.” Was all Joc could say. “Strip. Take off your clothes.” DMX said. “Are you serious?” Joc asked. He couldn’t believe what he was being told to do. DMX just looked at him expectantly. Joc, slowly, hesitantly, stripped off all his clothes, leaving his socks and sneakers.

“Your socks and sneakers, too.” DMX said. Joc took off his socks and sneakers. He stood in front of DMX butt naked. “Turn around.” When DMX saw Joc’s bubble ass, he whistled loudly. “C’mere.” Joc got closer to DMX. DMX grasped Joc’s left ass cheek and squeezed, which startled Joc. “Why are you so damn jumpy? I ain’t gonna hurt ya?” He continued to fondle Joc’s plump ass. This really turned Joc on. “MMM!”Joc moaned loudly. DMX slowly unzipped his slacks. He slowly reached into his pants and pulled out his dick. Joc nearly had a heart attack. The man’s dick was long and thick! “That’s got to be at least eleven inches.” He said, in surprise. “And, it ain’t even hard…yet.” DMX said. “You wanna feel it.” He could Joc’s mouth watering at the sight of his dick. “Go ahead. You can touch it.” Joc reached over and stroked DMX’s dick. DMX could see the hunger in Joc’s eyes. “Why don’t you put your lips on my dick.” DMX said. Joc knelt down and started licking on DMX’s dick. “I meant, suck this dick. Stop playing with it.” Joc opened his mouth and DMX shoved his dick into the other man’s mouth. Joc nearly gagged on his dick. “Relax and open your throat, man.” Joc tried to do as he was told. After a while, it got easier, but, DX’s dick was still a lot to handle for Joc. “Yea, that’s it, man. Suck this dick. Suck on this pipe.” DMX was starting to feel good. “Damn, you give good dome.” Joc continued to suck on DMX’s dick as if he hadn’t heard him. “You just too busy enjoyin’ this dick to answer me, hunh, man?” “Mm Hmm.” was Joc’s only response.

He had managed to get half of DMX’s dick down his throat. DMX tried to force the rest down. He stopped when he heard gagging sounds coming from Joc. He eased up a little after that. “Suck my nuts.” He said. Joc tried to resist, but, DMX made Joc suck his balls. “I’mma make you suck my balls, boy, and you ain’t gonna do nothin’ about it but suck on ‘em.” In truth, Joc liked DMX’s forcefulness. It was really turning him on. He could see that it was turning DMX on, as well. DMX’s dick was rock hard and dripping precum on Joc’s head. “Get on the table, on your back.” Joc did what DMX commanded. When DMX saw Joc’s asshole, his mouth started to water. “Oooweee!” He exclaimed “I’mma have me some fun wreckin’ this ass.” He bent down and put his face at Joc’s hole. Then he stuck his tongue deep up Joc’s ass, making Joc squirm with pleasure. “Ohhh SSHHIITT!” He cried out. This was a new experience for him. No one, not even his ex Chingy, had ever done this to him. He was in all kinds of heaven. “Lick my ass boy.” “Say please.” DMX said. “PLEASE.” Joc begged. “You need this, don’t you?” DMX teased. “Yess!” Joc exclaimed. “Tell me how much you need this.” DMX said. He knew he was being evil, but he couldn’t help it. “I NEED THIS, MAN!” Joc hollered. DMX shot his tongue back up Joc’s hole. “Yea, that’s it.” Out the corner of his eye, DMX could see Joc’s toes curl as he tosses his salad. Then he took his middle finger and shoved it up Joc’s hole. Joc started struggling and squirming around. “Stop squirmin’!” DMX boomed. He put his forearm across Joc’s bac top keep him from moving. He put a second finger up Joc. “OMG!” Joc cried out. His body spasmed uncontrollably. “FUCK ME!”

DMX looked into Joc’s eyes. He could see that this was torture to the youngster. It was sweet torture, but torture all the same. “I guess I’ll have mercy on the brotha.” DMX said to himself. He lifted joc’s legs, and said, “Hold these.” Then, when Joc’s legs were out of the way, he aimed his dick and slid his dick in. Instantly, Joc’s ass lips tightened around his dick, like a firm hand shake. “Aww, shit, nigga. It’s on now.” DMX began by long dickin’ Joc’s virgin ass. “Owww!” Joc screamed. “Take it easy, man.” “Don’t worry, baby. I’mma take it real easy on you.” DMX said in the softest sexiest voice he could muster. He leaned over and started kissing Joc on his neck, while his hands explored the rest of Joc’s body. When he gently caressed Joc’s nipples, Joc gasped. “You like that?” He asked. “Un hunh.” Joc said. So, DMX pinched Joc’s tender nipples hard. “Yesss!” Joc was feelin’ so good right at that moment. He was feelin’ so good his toes were curled. “Fuck me!” DMX didn’t have to be told twice. He began fucking Joc in earnest. Joc could feel every thrust. “Awww, SSHHIITT!” He tried to get away from DMX’s piston fucking, but, DMX was having none of it. “Where’d do you think your going?” He said as he pulled Joc back into place. “It’s too much.” Joc said weakly. “I can’t…” “You can and you will.” DMX said forcefully. He wasn’t kidding, either. He was determined to give Joc the ride of his life. All Joc could do was hold on. DMX decided it was time to switch up. “Get on the table, on your knees.” Joc slowly climbed up on the table. WHACK! DMX smacked Joc’s ass hard and said, impatiently, “Hurry up.” When Joc finally got up on the table on all fours, DMX got on the table behind him. He entered him once again.

This time, Joc was ready for the assault on his ass. He was able to meet DMX’s thrust and throw it back on him. “Yea, man. That’s it. Throw it back on me.” DMX encouraged. WHACK! “Yea, man.” Joc moaned. “Smack my ass. Make me your bitch!” “Oh, so, it’s like that?” DMX asked. Before Joc could respond, DMX’s thrusts came fast and furiously. He went balls deep into Joc’s ass. DMX wanted Joc to feel every inch of his dick. “OH DAMN DAMN!” Joc screamed. DMX was doing a number on Joc’s ass. Each time DMX went deep up in Joc’s ass, Joc could feel it deep inside his body. He felt full with each thrust. The two men were soaked in sweat, due to the raw animalistic sex that they were engaged in. Joc could feel his dick become rock hard. He knew that it was only a matter of time before he was gonna spew. He tried desperately to hold on, but it was no use. “I”M GONNA CUMM!” He growled. He jerked his dick for a few seconds then he sprayed the table underneath him with his baby making juice. He spewed for over two minutes. Then DMX grabbed him by the ankles and flipped him onto his back. DMX straddled his chest and commanded, “Open up!” Joc opened his mouth and DMX sprayed him with his load. “Now, swallow all that shit. Don’t spill a drop!” Joc hungrily at all of DMX’s cum, even licking the cum from around his lips. DMX got up off the table and got up off of Joc. “Now get your ass outta here.” Joc tried to get dressed. “I ain’t say you could get dressed.” DMX said. “I said, get out!” Joc quickly grabbed his clothes and left DMX’s office. DMX quickly got into the bathroom that was adjacent to his office and cleaned up. When he was cleaned and dressed, he sat back in his chair. Just then Sheek walked into his office. “Hey, D.” Sheek said. “What’s up, man?” DMX asked his boyfriend of four years. They started talking about this and that. DMX wasn’t really paying attention. He was too busy thinking about how to get Seek out of them clothes so he could fuck him….Or, get fucked by him!

Alright Ray J, we all kno u gotta big dick now, u can stop showing it
From: JM lionclaw@bellsouth.net Subject: Bad Boys **** This is a quick story with no real plot status except good sex between guys. It’s a story involving different R&B and rap stars. Please don’t send hate mail to me! **** Bad Boys by JM

Mase poured some wine into a two glasses. He was happy that he decided he had some time alone with Ray J. He planned on making this the first tie for himself and Ray J who happened to be Brandy’s younger brother. He walked over to the bed where Ray J was sitting. Mase walked over to him in his silk robe. He gave Ray J the glass of wine and sat down. Ray J sat nervously, knowing this was going to be a his first time with anytbody. Being a virgin was fine when you’re only 16, but he really wanted Mase. Mase’s palms were sweating and he did not know what to say next. Ray J sipped from his glass and awaited the next move. Mase decided to make the move and put his hand on Ray J’s thigh. He felt Mase hand and looked into his sexy brown eyes. He slowly leaned over to kiss Mase and there was a knock on the door. Mase cursed under his breath and went to the door. He opened the door and Cam’Ron was standing there with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Uh, sorry to bug you Mase but can I use your shower. Mine is on the fritz again” he said. Mase was depressed and said “Sure come on in”. Cam’Ron entered Mase’s room where he saw Ray J sitting on the bed. Cam’Ron looked at Mase and then Ray J and got the idea. “OH WOW! Geez I’m sorry Mase. I see that you are kind of busy right now! Hey Ray J be careful with him will, you!” Cam’Ron said with a smile. Ray J blushed and Mase slapped his head with his hand. “I’ll come back at another time” Cam’Ron said as he headed for the door. “No wait!” Mase called out. Ray J slowly looked at Mase with confussion. Mase kissed him passionately on the lips and Ray J’s jaw dropped. “Mase!” Ray J said in a rage. Cam’Ron began kissing Mase and pulling off his robe. Ray J headed towards them to break it up. “No wait Ray! If we are going to make this our a good time, why not make it between all three of us?” Mase said. Ray J looked at him confussed and shocked. The idea made Cam’Ron’s cock rock hard. Mase looked at Ray J and knew that Ray J would soon give in. Ray J was still shocked and didn’t know whether to stop him or help him. Cam’Ron went behind Mase and rubbed his ass.

Cam’Ron moved in front of Mase and began to lick his swelling nipples. Mase moaned as Cam’Ron dropped his towel. Mase slipped down to Cam’Ron’s dick and began to kiss Lion-o. He stopped kissing him and walked over to Ray J. He slowly undid Ray J’s baggy jeans and ripped off his shirt. He pulled Ray J’s jeans off and rempved his underwear. Mase began to feel the length of Ray J’s cock. He was at least 10 inches long. Cam’Ron walked over to them and moved Mase out of the way. Cam’Ron slid his hands across Ray J’s broad chest. He felt Ray J’s hardening nipples. Cam’Ron pinched each one and moved down towards Ray J’s cock. Ray J didn’t know what was going on but he was enjoying it. Cam’Ron knelt down and began kissing Ray J’s chest. Ray J moaned and let Cam’Ron lick his brown nipples some more. Cam’Ron moved slowly down to Ray J’s penis. Cam’Ron, with one move took all of Ray J’s cock in his mouth. He began licking all over the head of Ray J’s member. Ray J groaned as Cam’Ron licked the shaft of his cock. Cam’Ron moved up and down on the length of his dick. He slowly kissed his piss slit and worked his way to Ray J’s hairless balls.

Mase began pulling on his long 12 inch dick. He was getting hard watching the two boys at action. He walked to Ray J. He kissed him on the mouth as Cam’Ron kept sucking Ray J’s balls. Mase began kissing on Ray J’s neck, sucking on it. Ray J moaned and his knees began to give way. All this pleasure was making him feel so good he didn’t know what to do. Cam’Ron stood to his feet and led both of them to the bed. He laid Mase down and told Ray J to fuck him. Ray J quickly jumped on the bed and moved to Mase’s prick. Cam’Ron got behind him and slipped a finger in his virgin ass. Ray J groaned and yelled. He had never had aythign in his ass before, but this was beginging to feel good. He moaned and stopped his movement. Ray J began to move up and down on Cam’Ron’s finger. He grunted as he put a second finger in his ass. Cam’Ron began rubbing on Ray J’s ass, opening his hole. He slid his hand all over the smoothness of his ass. Ray J moaned and was sweating as he fucked Cam’Ron’s fingers. Cam’Ron then slipped his fingers out of Ray J’s warm ass. “Now fuck him!” he said in a commanding voice.

Ray J got on top of Mase and placed his cockhead at the opening of his ass. He slowly pushed his dick inside of Ray J, enjoying it stretch the walls of his young ass. He moaned and so did Mase as they slowly fucked. Mase took hold of Ray J’s hips and began pumping him on his cock. Only 9 inches went as far as they could go in the the young boy’s ass. Ray J relaxed and enjoyed feel of his new lover’s cock running the length of his hot ass. He felt juicies dripping from his ass onto Mase’s balls. Cam’Ron moved on the bed to Mase’s chest. He got on top of him and aimed his cock for Mase’s mouth. Mase opened his eyes in surprise and slowly opened his mouth. Cam’Ron forced his 10 inches into Mase’s mouth. He began fucking Mase’s mouth as Ray J was doing his dick. Cam’Ron groaned as Mase sucked and licked his cock. Soon Ray J came all over Cam’Ron’s back. Mase kept up the blowjob he was giving Cam’Ron. Cam’Ron enjoyed the tongue action Mase was giving him. “I’m GONNA cum…..” Mase said as spurts of semen went into Ray J’s ass. Cam’Ron continued fucking his cock in Mase’s mouth until they heard a knock at the door. Ray J got off the bed and ran to the door.

There stood DMX with nothing on but a hard dick. He stood there looking around, noticing the obvious. Ray J greatfully let him in, where DMX saw Mase giving Cam’Ron a blowjob on his bed. Cam’Ron put his head back and let out a huge roar as he came in Mase’s mouth. Mase was surprised and took as much of the cum as he could. He swallowed it and Cam’Ron got off of Mase’s chest. DMX walked over to Mase and pulled on his dick. Mase began to get hard in his friend’s hand. DMX began sucking all over Mase’s dick as Ray J walked back over to the bed. He got on Mase’s chest and wiggled his ass a little bit. He placed his dick in Mase’s face and he eagerly shot his tongue to his dick. Ray J screamed as Mase licked at his penis. He licked all over Ray J’s cock as DMX continued sucking his dick. Soon Ray J came in Mase’s mouth as Mase came in DMX’s mouth. DMX stood up and pulled Ray J off of Mase. He laid Ray J down next to Mase on the king sized bed. Ray J’s ass was already wet from Mase’s fucking so DMX easily placed his dick in Ray J. Ray J moaned in pain, not ever being fucked by such a long penis besides Mase’s.

DMX slowly went deeper in Ray J, his pain turned into pleasure. DMX barked at Ray J as he fucked him roughly. “uhhhh, yeah DMX, hurt me!” Ray J scareamed. “Yeah yeah, get at me dog!” DMX barked. Cam’Ron walked over to the bed and Mase put him on the bed. Mase began licking Cam’Ron’s ass as he prepared to fuck him. Mase slowly aimed his dick for Cam’Ron’s ass. He slowly slid in him, making Cam’Ron call out for him to stop. Ray J and DMX were humping all over the bed, with his dick fucking in and out of Ray J. The bed shook as Mase began to fuck Cam’Ron. Cam’Ron eased up after awhile and enjoyed the sensations Mase was giving him. His own dick was humping the bed as Mase fucked him. Soon Ray J and DMX were calling out as they both came. Mase kissed Cam’Ron’s neck passionately and growled at each other as they enjoyed the sensations. “Heh heh, Harlem on the rise! Yeah yeah, uh huh” Mase said as he jammed harder in Cam’Ron. Not too much later was Mase cumming in Cam’Ron and Cam’Ron cumming on the sheets.

**Date: Mon, 20 Jul 1998 15:41:03 -0400

From: Urban urbanluver@yahoo.com> Subject: Rap Mash Ups: Hollyhood Disclaimer: The following story is a work of erotic gay fiction. By reading this material you affirm that you are acting within the limits of your local laws and ordnances. No inference is made as to the sexual preference of any actual person appearing in this story, nor should the reader make any such inferences. This story is not meant to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned. RAP MASH UPS: HOLLYHOOD

Nas ran a hand over his face in frustration. “What the fuck does he want?” He heard mutters of agreement around him from some of the extras on the movie set, but it did little to ease his irritation. They had almost wrapped the film’s shoot except for this last scene which would appear early in the actual movie. For some reason, the director had not been satisfied with any variation on the scene they had tried, so they had been forced to try it again and again. “Nigga, quit fumbling over yo lines and maybe we can get the fuck up out of here!” Nas shouted over to his costar.

DMX grunted with a guttural growl and jokingly flipped Nas off. Nas laughed and took a seat while the production crew set up for another attempt. DMX wandered over to him and leaned against the near wall. “Yo dogg, this shit is crazy.” “Hollywood,” Nas grinned. “Fuck that,” DMX grumbled, the extra hours spent in the gym showing obvious results on his dark frame. He had wanted to be ripped for the movie and he had achieved it. He looked all the part of someone who could deal serious damage. Nas felt his eyes linger on his frame, taking in the defined curves of the rapper’s arms. “I’m beat as hell,” Nas sighed, stretching back into his chair with a yawn. “We done this good ten takes ago.” Movement from the production grew increased as the setup for the shot was nearing completion. “Yo dogg, you want to have some fun with this shit?” Nas cocked an eye at his costar. “What you mean?” DMX flashed teeth like a predator, “Trust me. Just roll with this shit.” “Aiight,” Nas chuckled lightly, the fatigue in his demeanor taking the excitement of another one of DMX’s pranks out of him.

The actors were called to take their places once again to try the shot. “Ey, we gonna switch this one up and get with it this time,” DMX called to the director. His face hidden behind numerous monitors, only the voice of the director could be heard, “Just remember we’ve already shot all of these characters in later scenes so they’ve got to make it out of this scene alive.” “No doubt,” DMX barked, the wicked playfulness growing in his eyes. “Fuck,” Nas sighed to himself, unsure what the rapper had in mind. But once again he found himself looking at the man with something other than mutual respect. The two rappers had been no strangers to each other over the years. The industry wasn’t that big. But they had rarely spent as much time together as they had now, thanks to the movie venture. Over the long months during the shoot, they had spent the majority of their time together either on the set or off like two life-long friends. It had been easy. They had taken to each other quickly. Kicking back at each other’s place catching a fight on TV, or seeing who could pick up the most hoes in one night.

It had been just like hanging out with one of his boys from back in the day before all the fame. Back when life was simple and hard. Back when you were too worried about your next meal to be thinking of the crazy shit his mind now turned to… Nas licked his lips unconsciously as he watched the rapper. It was crazy shit, he decided. Being young and rich afforded you all kinds of chances to try things you never thought you’d try. Most of it was freely offered to you, either in hopes of getting close to your fame or as a desperate attempt to attain some. Drugs, girls, whatever you wanted, it was there. Waiting. He smoothed out his pant leg and brushed against the edge of his dick which was harder than it should be. Over the years would-be-rappers had tried everything to bend his ear. Anything to get him to listen to their tapes hoping that they could be the next big thing. The next rapper to take his place. Some would do anything for the chance, especially the ones who knew their talent would take them only so far. Groupies were not all women. “And action,” a voice called, breaking Nas out of his thoughts. The scene should have been an easy one, Nas thought.

DMX and his character were counting money in their basement along with their crew when the loyalty of one of their own is questioned. He had seen it many times in real life. “What the fuck are you doin?!” DMX shouted at one of the other actors who had pushed by him. Nas hoped this would be the last take, and tried to remember his mark. His part was easy. Just react to the situation unfolding. “Fuck you, nigga”, the angry actor cursed, making his way across the studio. DMX whipped out the fake gun tucked in his jeans and cocked it with venom. He fired a single blank at the target, aiming to miss. “Alright!” the actor screamed, portraying his character dutifully. “Alright!” DMX glanced at Nas for an unscripted moment and Nas knew the improvisation was about to begin. “Strip, nigga!” DMX barked, his eyes now locked on the frightened actor. For a moment Nas could see the confusion in the actor’s eyes. What had he said? But DMX was in control of the prop gun and fired off another round. “Strip, nigga!” Fake or not, the gun was deafening. It’s presence alone was enough to make anyone uneasy, not to mention if it was pointed directly at you.

The momentary hesitation in the actor was quickly replaced with haste as he became wholly part of the scene. Nas could see the actor visibly shaking, but whether this was acting or real fear, he couldn’t be sure. He found himself grinning at the thought that even his own costars never knew what to expect from DMX. The actor began quickly unbuttoning his shirt. “Strip!” DMX shouted again like a mantra, firing the prop gun at the actor’s feet. Nas got back into character and egged DMX on. “Look at that nigga.” The actor pealed off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, then dropped both his pants and underwear down to his ankles in a single movement. Before the whole situation of what had happened could sink in, the actor was sitting naked on a couch in front of cast and crew. DMX, still in character, brandished the prop gun to show his superiority. He was the leader. He had just shown his authority by demoralizing someone who had disrespected him. Damn, Nas thought to himself.

This shit may really work. “Fuck you, B,” the shaken actor muttered, his face wet with tears. “You’ll get yours.” “And cut!” a voice from behind the scenes called. “That looked beautiful, guys. Let’s do that same thing one more time…” Nas rolled his eyes. “Yeah,” DMX grinned, playfully pushing Nas back. “See that, nigga.” “You crazy as hell, nigga,” Nas laughed, his mind aware of the other cast and crew around him congratulating each other on the final scene while his eyes could not leave his costar. DMX was unreadable, the same predatory gleam in his eyes vibrant but unyielding. What was he thinking behind that steel? An hour later, the director had tweaked DMX’s ideal into a workable scene and they were wrapped for the very last time on the shoot. It was definitely less work than rapping, Nas decided, but the monotony of it all was something he couldn’t deal with on a regular basis. At least when he was performing it was always in a different city, a different crowd, a different story. But the movie biz was crazy.

Still, it was easy money and if nothing else, an excuse to know one of his fellow artists better… “You look like shit, nigga,” DMX said as the set began to clear of actor and crew alike. “You need to come over to my crib and blaze a few trees to celebrate.” “Aiight, that’s what I’m talking about. Let me hit the shower and I’ll meet you at your place in like an hour-thirty.” “That’s straight, son. I’ll be there.” As Nas made it back to the house he was renting while the movie was being shot, he thought back on his own wild days and figured DMX’s own stories were no doubt similar. There was something in the way the rapper had looked at him lately, something that was just below the surface. Then again, maybe he was just seeing what he wanted to see. “Fuck,” he thought. “I ain’t gay. Why am I sweatin this nigga?” There had been times when he had let a nigga suck his dick. But that had been because there were no females around or he just didn’t feel like being bothered with all the shit females tried to bring his way.

He didn’t want to have to deal with the groupies trying to get pregnant so they could be set financially for life. Sometimes it was just more convenient to bust a nut off in some nigga’s throat and be done with it. But he never fantasized about another dude. At least, not until recently. “I’m buggin,” he thought, climbing under the powerful jets of his shower. “A nigga been too long without some good pussy, that’s all.” Though no matter how hard he tried to push the thoughts out of his mind, images of DMX returned. He remembered how it felt to be near his friend, to feel the closeness. The smell of his body or the feel of his arm as it brushed against him. There was a longing there that he couldn’t bring himself to admit. It was one thing to let another dude suck your dick when you needed a release. It was another to go searching for a dude when you had your pick of females. Before it was always a matter of circumstance. This time it would be by choice. That made all the difference. The warm water running down his face did wonders to wash away the fatigue of the day, but it did little the cleans his troubled mind.

Steam curled around him and lay heavy in the air and he took a moment to savor its feeling before turning the water off and opening the shower door. The bathroom was large enough to be a day spa with ample room for massive, dark wood furniture and a sitting area complete with a small sofa. It was on this sofa that DMX sat, his body angled back against one of the arm rests and one leg bent slightly at the knee. He was like a mirage with the thick steam giving the room a dream-like appearance, and for a moment Nas couldn’t decide if the rapper wasn’t more than just some hallucination from a too-hot shower. “Your door was unlocked, dogg,” DMX said, his voice so cool and even against the thunder in Nas’ ears. Of course Nas knew that was a lie. He never left his door unlocked. DMX’s features began to slowly materialize as the steam in the room dissipated. That same steely gleam was in his eyes which seemed, for a moment, to dip down Nas’ naked body. Trying to appear unfazed, Nas retrieved a towel and wrapped it around his waste to hide what was becoming a growing problem. “It’s cool.

I said I’d meet you at your crib.” “I know,” the dark man smiled, his eyes slightly red as though he had already started smoking without Nas. “I was in your hood.” Nas felt the man’s eyes soaking him in. It was unmistakable now. The rapper’s eyes were drinking every part of his body with slow deliberation. His own blood felt hot, like the steam once in the room had now found it’s way into his veins. “Your shit’s fillin out nicely, son,” DMX said, his speech slow and softer than usual. His eyes were fixated on Nas’ chest. “Shit looks tight.” “Thanks,” he managed to reply, although the words seem to have gotten lost in his throat. “Tryin to get cut like you.” DMX stood, his movement fluid, and walked over to his friend. He stood mere inches away from him now, so close Nas could even smell the hint of weed still on his breath. DMX seem fixated on Nas’ lips as he spoke. “That right?” Nas stood uneasy. The growing weight between his legs strained uncomfortably against his towel as he struggled to appear unaffected. His arms seemed heavy and impossible to move and no version of his posture felt natural. “Why you so quiet, nigga,” DMX said, now mostly a whisper.

His head was cocked slightly to one side but his eyes still lingered on Nas’ lips. He reached out and slid a finger under the fold of towel at the waist. Nas froze, his heart now thundering in his chest as he felt his body will DMX’s hand to explore further. But he could say nothing. DMX smiled and in a single motion, pulled the towel off, letting it pool on the floor below. Nas held his breath as the air touched his dick and the rapper before him held both hands onto his hips. Nas was weak as if the anticipation of touch had demanded all the strength he had had. A heavy breath escaped him as the hands lightly slid up his sides and around his back. DMX pulled the rapper into him, firmly. Nas felt his dick bend against his friend as their lips met. He closed his eyes as the full lips surrounded his, sucking them first until at last their tongues touched. “Damn nigga,” DMX grinned, his own erection now rubbing against Nas. Nas slipped his hands under DMX’s white wife beater and pulled the shirt off, revealing the toned body underneath.

A light patch of hair covered the man’s defined pecs and he took a moment to explore each nipple with his fingers. In the next moment, the jeans and boxers that had once held DMX’s throbbing erection at bay had been removed, leaving the two rappers naked. DMX grabbed a handful of ass as he pull Nas into him for another kiss, this time rough and aggressive. Nas surrendered. He felt his friends hands roughly prying his ass cheeks apart, searching for their prize. For a moment, Nas wanted to back away. It was all happening too fast, but DMX strengthened his grip and silenced Nas by plunging his tongue deeper into his mouth. Nas closed his eyes and released his control. DMX’s finger was now circling his asshole already damp with sweat and anticipation. Even in his relaxed state, though, he winced as the first finger violated his body and plunged into his hot hole. Nas groaned, giving DMX free reign to lick his neck while he continued loosening up his prize. “I’ma fuck tha hell out of you,” DMX whispered, his voice hot against Nas’ neck. The muscular rapper turned Nas around and gripped the back of his neck. He bent the rapper over the arm of the sofa, never once lessening his grip.

He was in control and he wanted there to be no questioning it. Nas submitted, feeling the cool air against his exposed asshole now which was still wet with perspiration and by the prodding of DMX’s fingers. Thoughts suddenly jumbled in Nas’ mind. What would this make him? If he let DMX fuck him, he felt everybody that saw him would know his secret shame. They would know. He struggled for a minute to raise up but DMX put his hand on his back to steady him. “Ease up, nigga. I’ll go slow.” The two halves of him fought, but the stronger of the two won. Deep down, he wanted to be taken. All that mattered was this moment. Shit, probably half the industry had had to suck someone’s nuts once or twice to get ahead in the game. Nobody would know. He felt DMX steady his dick, still hard as steel, at his rectum. “Yo man, get some lube,” Nas pleaded. “Aiight,” DMX said, his voice a gruff whisper. He spat directly onto Nas’ exposed ass and a wad of saliva pooled at his hole. “Hold still, nigga.” The pressure was intense even at the begging. As DMX continued pressure on his ass, his body burned in fire. Nas moaned in pain as his body shook.

Like a wicked hot poker being driven up his bowels, DMX’s dick pushed forward, ripping away his virginity. Nas buried his face in the sofa pillows, his senses screaming all the while. “Yeah,” DMX groaned. “You almost got it, nigga.” Nas cursed and his body trembled. Sweat soaked the pillow and his muscles ached from being rigid for so long. Part of him wanted this all to stop. Part of him knew it was too late already. “Relax, nigga.” Nas bit down on the pillow. How the fuck could he relax with a dick stuck up his ass, tearing flesh. DMX kneaded the muscles on Nas’ back with his hands. The movement was firm enough to distract him from the pain that was flooding his body. He seized upon the sensation of the rapper’s fingers, feeling them mold his skin and explore his back. He felt his breathing ease, the rigidness of his body fade. His face was wet with tears but DMX continued to massage his back, whispering softly to him, “Yeah, nigga. Shit feels so good, boy.” The pain that had crippled him was gone now and in it’s place only a feeling of fullness.

He stretched out his arms that had become crapped from tension and felt the cool air revive him. “Yeah, boy,” Nas croaked, his voice like a man’s that had emerged from a desert. Encouraged, DMX quickened his pace. Short, slow strokes lengthened and grew faster and his dick slide with greater ease into Nas’ ass. “I been dreamin about this ass, nigga,” DMX said, giving a cheek a slap as he thrust into it. Fuck me. Nas gripped the dick with his ass and milked it with friction. He savored the feeling of strength radiating from his fellow artist. There was a security there, of knowing that he had everything handled. Nas released himself and allowed the sensation to consume him. DMX’s speed quickened, his once fluid strokes now faster and more erratic. He was nearing his end. “Fuck that ass,” Nas grunted, the friction of his dick against the sofa’s armrest maintaining his erection every time DMX fucked him. DMX’s breaths were labored, his grunts deep and distant like he was fighting to stay in the game. The sounds of flesh slapping filled Nas with lust and he threw his ass back to meet each stroke.

To feel every inch the man had to give him. “Aw shit,” DMX cursed, his arms trembling for a moment as he gripped Nas’ sides. Then hot spurts flooded his ass and Nas knew he was being bred. He grabbed his dick and stroked it, hard and fast. It was raw from rubbing against the sofa but he jerked it with fervor as the warm liquid in his bowels slid down his thighs. “Cum nigga.” And he did, throwing his body up and back into the arms of DMX, his thick ropes of cum arched across the sofa until his body had been cleansed and he slid down onto the couch exhausted. With his eyes closed, he smelled the evidence. The aroma of sex and primal lust was heavy in the air. His ass ached but he would live. The worst had been over. He heard rustling by his side and opened his eyes to see DMX slipping back into his clothes as he wiped his dick on a washcloth. For a moment he found himself wanting something more. Affection. But he knew what had happened. He had been through this many time before, just never on this end of the game. How many times had he used a woman to satisfy his dick, only to bounce as soon as it was over. Sometimes he didn’t even hang around to help her get a nut. Sometimes he just left.

Now he felt it. “I’m tired as fuck, nigga,” DMX sighed, slipping his shirt over his head. “How long are you stickin around here?” Now that the movie was wrapped, there was no need for him to stay in the city any longer. He could return home and pick up with his music where he left off. “Probably go back next week,” he said, catching the washcloth DMX tossed him and wiping up the cum that had dripped on him. “I feel you. We’ll have to hook up before you leave.” “Yeah,” he said, his voice flat. It had just been a nut. He knew that going in. Then why did he feel so disappointed. What had he expected to happen? A relationship? I ain’t gay. “I’ll holla, nigga,” DMX called, his hand turning the door of the bathroom. “One,” Nas called back, watching the dark figure disappear out the doorway. He needed another shower now and something to eat. It had been a long movie shoot. Hollywood. He’d be glad to get back home.

**Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 19:38:50 -0800 (PST)
**Copyright 2005

From: JAlize200@aol.com Subject: Puff So Horny This is a fiction story about the Bad Boy family, if you are under age or do not like this kind of material please leave at this time. If so, enjoy. Problem Solved By Darnell

Puff Daddy woke up at 5 am as usual. He had to go in the studio and make a track for a movie soundtrack. He didn’t have a name for it yet but that never worried him before. Still in his T-shirt and boxers he started rapping. He was doing this for a few hours, and nothing was sounding right to him. His son Justin came in and gave him a big hug. He was staying with Puffy for a few weeks , so far it’s been 2 weeks and most of the time Puffy has been stressed because of not getting any sex from his main man Mase. Just then there was a knock at the door. Puffy went to open it and was shocked to see his new girlfriend Kim.

She was there to take Justin for a while. This made Puffy happy. He called Mase on the phone, Mase answered it out of breath “Hello” he said “Yeah man what you doing.” “Just working out.” “With who.” “Nobody special.” “I got the house to myself, so come over here and bring whoever that is with you.” Puffy hung up the phone and waited for Mase. He waited for 15 minutes and went to take a shower.

He took the bar of soap and started washing his chest and abs. He been working out lately and he loved the way he looked. He started soaping up his legs, ass and then started soaping his dick. It was already half hard, but just thinking about what him and Mase was going to do brought him to a full hard 9 inches. He started jerking his dick, The water was going down his body and his hand was a blurr as it flew up and down on his 9 inches. His hips started bucking he new he was close, to his surprise the shower door opened and there was Mase sporting his 12 dick.

That was to much for Puffy he shot all over the shower wall. “Looks like you couldn’t wait for me huh” Mase said. Mase stepped in and they started kissing. Puffy grabbed Mase’s ass and started squeezing it real hard, this made Mase moan in pleasure. Puffy got down on his knees and just looked at the think piece of meat that was looking him in the face. He took the head in his mouth and sucked on it for a good 5 minutes. Mase grabbed the back of his head and tried to push more into his mouth. Puffy learned how to handle Mase’s chocolate dick. He rested the head at the back of his throat and plunged forward.

Mase yelled in pleasure and at that same moment Puffy felt something hard and big resting on his shoulder. He let go of Mase and turned around. There was DMX standing with this hard 10 inches waiting to be taken care of. Puffy stuffed it in his mouth making DMX moan at once. Not forgetting about Mase he started jerking him off as he sucked on the guest rapper on most of Mase’s songs. He was jerking mase real hard and with a scream Mase started shooting his cum everywhere, most of it landed on Puffy’s head and shoulder, some hitting DMX leg. This brought DMX at his climax also, he grabbed Puffy’s head and pushed in one good time making puffy take all his cum.

After they caught there breath they got out the shower and sat in Puffy’s studio with no clothes on. “So you’ve been fucking DMX all this time” Puffy said “Sorry I didn’t tell you, he wanted to keep it secret.” Puffy moved closer to DMX and they started kissing. “That’s okay” Puffy said “Now that I know, he can’t take your long ass dick we can have a lot of fun.” Mase smiled and moved over to Puffy who was now hard again. He leaned over and took Puffy into his mouth. He loved sucking Puffy’s sensitive dick.

Puffy started squirming but DMX knew how to stop that. All three of them got up Mase turned on the Studio’s video camra, as DMX started sucking on Puffy’s dick. Mase bent Puff over a little and Slapped his ass. He then put his dick in his ass and started pushing in. Puffy screamed but Mase didn’t care. He ignored the screams and kept pushing, he pushed until his 12 inches were in Puffy. DMX continued to suck Puffy who was know getting fucked roughly by Mase. Puffy was moaning and yelling so loud and Mase was moaning cause of Puffy’s tight ass. DMX was an expert dick sucker and had Puffy grabbing onto him for support.

Soon Mase couldn’t take it anymore and he turned puffy around and made him suck his dick. Puffy started going to work on it, and DMX started fucking puffy in the ass. It didn’t take long for Mase to cum and for DMX to shoot in Puffy’s ass. Puffy soon came all over his studio floor. Which DMX licked up. After another 2 hours DMX and Mase left. Puffy was worn out but atleast he wasn’t horny. When he got back in the studio he noticed that the video camera was on and it recorded Mase him and DMX. So now if he ever got horny, he could look at the tape and remember that day all over again.

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**Date: Sat, 11 Jul 1998 11:37:19 EDT