From: vidboyx2001@hotmail.com Subject: The Miseducation of Slim Shady - Part 3 The following is purely a work of fiction. I don’t know the celebs in it nor do I know their sexuality. If you are under 18, you cannot read any further. The Miseducation of Slim Chapter 3: P.I.M.P.

Marshall Mathers jerked awake, his naked body covered in sweat. He threw the sheets off, and let the cool air of the hotel suite hit his skin. It had been a week since his encounter with Nelly, Justin Timberlake, and Nick Cannon and each day made Slim more and more paranoid that someone would find out about what happened. Climbing out of bed, the white rapper went to the bathroom and decided that since he was already sweating, he might as well hop in the hot tub. The warm water melted away the chills and tension that wound him up. He had spent the past couple of days in a fearful state around his daughter while she visited, afraid that somehow she would find out what her daddy did with other guys. But now Haley was gone and Slim could relax a little. In fact, now all the hot water was causing a stir below the waist as Eminem’s thoughts drifted back to Nelly. The St. Lunatics rapper had been the first to initiate Slim into the ways of brotha on brotha love, and in lust for more, Slim had returned the next evening and that’s exactly what he got… from Nelly, JT and Nick. “Mmmm… fuck yeah,” Em mumbled to himself as he wrapped his hand around his cock.

As he realized that he hadn’t shot a load since that night, his dick began throbbing even more insistently. Slim threw his head back and looked at himself in the mirrored ceiling. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tight body with tats all over… no wonder so many other dudes were into him… over 30 and still hot as a motherfucker. Slim changed hands from right to left, and then reached behind him and started rubbing his pucker with his middle finger. Now, with his dick harder than steel, Eminem began to finger fuck himself. And that’s when the phone rang. “FUCK!” Slim yelled, releasing his still throbbing rod and removing the finger from his sphincter. Reaching the phone on the wall behind him, Slim hit the “Talk” button and yelled into the receiver, “What!?” “I’m in the elevator on my way up, nigga… wake yo ass up!” CLICK. Curtis Jackson made his way through the hotel lobby absorbing all the attention that was coming his way. He was wearing his pimped out, G-Unit gear, black bullet-proof vest, low-riding jeans, G-Unit baseball cap, and had some major bling on, including his diamond encrusted crosses and G-Unit belt buckle.

A group of teenage girls recognized him immediately. “Oh, my God! It’s 50 Cent!” They mobbed the rapper with pens and paper wanting autographs all around. Curtis was more than willing to oblige; these were some cute little white bitches and having the number one album in the country had him higher than the blunt he smoked in the limo. He was horny as shit after his smoke, but he had other plans right now. “I gotta run, ladies,” he said. “Got to take care of my shit, know what I’m saying.” The girls thanked him profusely and 50 Cent made his way to the hotel elevators. Once inside, he flipped out his cell and hit the digits to Slim’s suite. “What!?” the white rapper yelled after the phone rang ten times. “I’m in the elevator on my way up, nigga… wake yo ass up!” The elevator came to a stop on the floor that housed Eminem’s suite. He got out and walked down to the door and knocked harshly until the white boy opened the door. “What up, Boo Boo?” Eminem said using Curtis’s old street nickname as he opened the door wearing a white bathrobe.

50 Cent entered the hotel suite without being invited, slamming the door shut behind him. “What the fuck, nigga?” he demanded. “What?” Slim protested. “Where the fuck you been all week, bitch?” 50 shouted. “You left me hanging on the album. You was supposed to be promoting it with me!” “Aww, shit, bra,” the white rapper said. “I’m so fuckin sorry, bra… I got hit by some heavy shit this week, son. And I had Haley for the past three days. I ain’t seen her in a month. I didn’t even call Dre’ to find out the sales last week.” “900 thousand, bitch!” 50 announced. “Without your bitch ass!” “Holy shit, Fiddy, that’s fuckin killer.” “I know! What the fuck was you doing, anyway? You’re all wet.” Marshall blushed. “Umm, you know… just sitting in the hot tub.” “No shit… you got a hot tub up in here. Shit, why didn’t you say so nigga?” Without another word, Curtis Jackson began to undress right there in front of Slim. He kicked off his boots and released the Velcro on the Kevlar vest. Unbuttoning his jeans, he pulled them and his boxer briefs in one smooth motion. Soon, the only thing that 50 had left on was his diamond crosses and baseball cap.

Slim Shady had to restrain his jaw from falling open in front of the black superstar rapper. The dude had the tattooed body of a god and was obviously unashamed to show it off. Of course there was nothing to be ashamed about, especially that dick that hung down six inches soft, curling over a set of bull balls unlike anything the white boy had ever seen. “Come on, motherfucker…,” 50 said. “I ain’t done nothing but business all week thanks to you so now I’m gonna get some release.” Slim quickly turned and headed to the master bathroom, more to hide the enormous boner that had quickly risen, than to get back to the hot tub. He disrobed and quickly submerged back into the hot tub, before his young protégé could see that he gave him an erection. Curtis slowly lowered himself into the warm water, almost like he was showing off his built-like-a-brick-shithouse body. “Damn!” he shouted. “That shit feels good. Been runnin round non-stop cause of you.” “Shit, I’m sorry, Boo Boo. You deserve better, man.” “Damn straight, son! I’m runnin all over this bitch making you richer and you ain’t done shit, bra. That ain’t right!”

“Fuck, Fiddy,” Slim shouted in frustration, “I can only say I’m sorry so many times, yo. What you want me to do? Suck your dick?” He said it before he could stop himself, realizing that he really did want that black fuckpole down his throat. “Damn, Slim…” Curtis said. “I never thought you’d ask.” With that, 50 stood up out of the water and sat on the edge of the hot tub, legs spread to reveal that what was six inches soft, was now an almost impossible twelve inches hard. “Well…,” he said after Slim stared at it for almost thirty seconds. “You gonna get you bitch ass over here or what?” Shaking his head, Eminem made his way across the hot tub to where 50 Cent was sitting. Crawling between the black stud’s legs, he reached out and grabbed the biggest cock he had ever seen. He wrapped his right hand around the base and wrapped his left above that and still had almost three inches of dick left. Opening his mouth, he started working his mouth down the foot-long black pole. He’s lack of dick for the past week, caused Slim to practically inhale Fiddy’s cock. “Goddamn!” Curtis yelled. “You suck cock better than a bitch, Slim!”

Eminem moaned at the compliment and worked more of the massive meat into his throat, but, like with Nelly’s ten-incher, he couldn’t reach the base. Slim backed off of the cock and grabbed 50’s balls with his left hand. Unable to resist the temptation, he opened wide and took those mammoth balls into his mouth. “Ooooh, yeah, baby,” 50 said approvingly, “suck them mutherfuckin balls, bitch. I ain’t nutted in over a week, so they nice and full for ya.” Slim moaned with the brown man sack filling up his mouth nearly twice as much as Nick Cannon’s had. He jacked his black protégé’s veiny dick with his right hand and reached up and grabbed his brown man-tit with the other. “Naaah,” 50 Cent said. “It’s bout time ta fuck that ass, Slim.” Eminem knew this and agreed. The young white rapper stood and turned around leaning over the side of the hot tub, spreading his legs apart. The black stud came up behind him and spread his asscheeks. He spit at Eminem’s brown man-pussy and worked his fingers up in there. The warm water had helped loosen Slim’s hole, also.

Curtis Jackson placed his gargantuan dick at Marshall Mather’s threshold and pushed in. Slim screamed in pain as the head pushed in, but once that was done, he experienced the most filling sensation he ever felt. He thought that Nelly’s dick had been huge, but even Nelly would have to bow in respect to 50 Cent’s massive man pole. Fiddy just kept pushing further and further in until Slim thought that the bitch would pop out his mouth. Finally, he felt the tight, black torso hitting his ass and he knew that the black rapper was all the way in. “Fuck, Slim… nice ass!” 50 said beginning to piston in and out of the white boy’s ass. After almost ten minutes of fucking, his body drenched in sweat, the black stud pulled out. “Damn, bra… I’m still doing all the fucking work, here. You need to fuck my dick, Slim.” “Damn, I’m sorry, Boo Boo.” Marshall Mathers turned, looking around the bathroom. He saw that there was a towel bar over one side of the hot tub. He sat 50 with his back to the towel bar. Slim got out of the hot tub and, grabbing the towel bar, lowered himself onto 50 Cent’s twelve-inch joystick.

Using the towel bar for leverage, he pumped himself up and down the black cock, one hand on the towel bar, the other on his own eight-inch boner. “Yeah, that’s it, Slim… ride my dick, you little pussy white bitch. I knew I’d get to take out my problems on yo ass. Ha!” Slim gazed down at the bullet-scarred body of the black god he was riding. “Oh, yeah… fuckin big dick mutherfucker. Awww, fuck, nigga… yeah fuck my white ass!” “Who’s yo pimp, bitch? Say my name, mutherfucker!” “Fiddy… awww fuck… Fiddy! Fiddy! Ahhh… ahh… ahhhhhhhhhh!!” Eminem couldn’t hold back anymore and shot ropes of white cum all over his newly signed rapper, which contrasted drastically with 50’s glistening black skin. The contractions of Slim’s ass as he shot, sent Curtis over the edge. “I’ma unload in yo ass, bitch…ohhhhh…. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!” 50 shouted releasing his load deep inside Eminem’s bowels. The two rappers peeled apart, both sticky with sweat and cum. “So,” 50 Cent said, still panting, “you wanna talk about what’s been on yo mind all week?”

**Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2005 00:31:06 -0500

Damn, Nick Cannon got a tight lil’ body

From: vidboyx2001@hotmail.com Subject: Miseducation of Slim - 2 The following is purely a work of fiction. I don’t know the celebs in it nor do I know their sexuality. If you are under 18, you cannot read any further. The Miseducation of Slim Shady, pt. 2

Marshall Mathers strode out of Nelly’s hotel suite with the key card Nelly had given him as he departed, clutched firmly in hand. His mind, still slightly clouded from the killer weed, was just starting to comprehend the seriousness of what had just happened. The richest white rapper in the world had just let an equally rich black rapper fuck his virgin ass and mouth. As he walked out of the hotel, with his hood drawn over his head, his thoughts went around and around in his head. What if his label found out that he smoked cock? What if the press got wind of what happened last night? What would his daughter say if she ever found out?

“I don’t even want to think about that,” he mumbled. In fact, all that he could figure out was that what had happened tonight certainly wasn’t going to be the last time. His cock gave a stir just thinking about it. Through his guilty conscience, horniness busted in and prevailed. Shaking his head, Em flagged down a cab and went back to his hotel.

The next morning, Slim woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. “What up…” he mumbled after struggling to get the phone to his ear. “Sup, Slim,” said the voice on the other end. “Sleeping, yo…” he said. “What’s happening, Fiddy?”
“Not much, brotha,” said Slim’s protégé 50 Cent. “I was calling to say it’s gonna be me up there on stage next year, word.” “Hope so,” Slim said genuinely. Marshall had produced 50’s album “Get Rich or Die Trying” and knew that there was a lot of potential in it. First and foremost, Slim was a businessman and knew where to invest his money. “Well, it ain’t gonna happen wit you sleeping till noon, motherfucker,” 50 laughed. “You best be ready to promote me, or both our asses goan git fucked.” ‘If only you knew,’ Slim thought. “Something up, Slim?” “Nah, I’ve just gotta figure some shit out, bra. I promise, you’ll have my full attention when the album drops, yo.” “Ah-ight!” 50 said. “See ya soon, Slim.” “Later, bra…” Slim said. The receiver didn’t even make it to the phone before Em was out again. Later that night, Slim, tightly holding the key card that Nelly had given him the night before, got into a cab and headed back to the St. Lunatic rapper’s suite.

He kept thinking that he could tell the driver to turn around anytime, but every time he opened his mouth, he found himself thinking about that sensation of being filled with cock that was hard for him and his body. He simply couldn’t believe that a fine-ass brother like Nelly would want his white ass over any bitch in North America, just about all of which would fuck him silly if they had the chance. Before he knew it, Slim was at the hotel. Drawing his hood over his head and putting sunglasses on, Eminem slipped into the hotel lobby, this time, avoiding the watchful eye of the bellman. He found his way to the elevators and pushed the button that would take him back up to Nelly’s suite. Slim stepped out of the elevator and saw something that caused him to blink twice. Standing outside the door of the hotel suite was someone dressed exactly like himself - young white guy, hooded sweatshirt, dark sunglasses. This twin image turned, saw Em and froze. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Suddenly, Slim realized who this was. Standing before him in disguise was the former member of N’Sync and current pussy stimulator for every sixteen-year-old vagina, Justin Timberlake.

Apparently, Nelly had forgotten to mention to JT that Slim would be joining them. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Slim questioned right back. “Umm… I was here… Nelly, umm… invited me,” JT said, fumbling to take his sunglasses off. “Well, I was invited too, son,” Marshall said, taking off his own sunglasses. Justin looked a little scared. “Nah, there’s no way you’re here for what I’m here for.” Em was really starting to enjoy himself. “What ARE you here for? Some big black dick up your white man-pussy.” JT looked positively horrified now. “Shut the fuck up!” he cried. “We… we had plans for tonight. He must have forgotten cause he’s not even answering the door.” With a smile on his face, Slim withdrew the key card to the suite. “I guess I’ll just let myself in, then.” Eminem inserted the card and the locked clicked. With a smug smile on his face, he walked past JT into the suite. “Damn, it’s about time you two showed up,” Nelly’s familiar voice said from the couch as a cloud of smoke circled his head.

His head was thrown back with a blunt hanging on the side of his mouth, and from the angle that the two white boys were looking, it seemed that the St. Lunatic’s rapper was already naked and jacking. “Fuck, bra,” Slim said, “You couldn’t wait for us?” “I wanted to wait, baby,” Nelly replied, “but HE didn’t.” It was at that moment that Slim realized that Nelly wasn’t jacking his big black prick; some young black dude with cornrows in his head was swallowing it. He was dressed in a yellow Laker’s jersey and shorts. The dude stopped sucking Nelly’s prick and looked up at Slim and JT. “And I would have had the whole load to myself, if you muthafuckers hadn’t shown up.” Em recognized the young dude but couldn’t put a name to the face. Justin, however, recognized him immediately. “Holy, fucking shit… you’re Nick Cannon.” Suddenly, it clicked. Nick Cannon was a rapper and star of the movie “Drumline.”

Slim remembered how turned on he was during the scene in that movie when Nick was teaching that white kid how to “bang” his drum. “You swing on dick, too?” Slim asked.
“Nah, nah, bra…,” Nick said sarcastically, ” See what happened was… I tripped and nigga’s dick slipped in my muthafucking mouth. Ain’t that a bitch?” Em and JT simply stood there amazed. Nick turned to Nelly. “Damn… they got a sense of humor, too.” Nick turned back to the two white boys. “Get yo lily white asses over here. Shit!” Slim needed no further encouragement. This was a lot further along than he ever thought he would be in his newfound man-on-man lifestyle, but one look at the bulge in Nick’s yellow basketball shorts was enough to send him briskly across the room. Nick pulled off Slim’s hooded sweatshirt. “Damn, bitch, you got some ink…” Nick said. “That really turns me the fuck on, bra. If there’s one thing I like more than anything, it’s a hot, tatted up blue-eyed white boy sucking me off.” Slim got on his knees in front of this gorgeous black boy and pulled down those yellow shorts.

A nice, fat eight-inch cock popped out already hard. Opening wide, Slim swallowed the boy’s hot cock while his own cock strained against the material of his shorts. Nick’s prick was not a big as Nelly’s, so Em was able to take more of it in his mouth, and eventually down his throat. This was getting him so turned on, that he had to relieve the pressure of his aching cock by pulling his shorts down to let his hardening dick have some room to grow. A quick glace at the sofa told Slim that JT had taken over where Nick had left off in servicing Nelly. Nick bit his bottom lip as he moaned to the lip service that the white rapper was paying him. “Mmmmm… God damn, Nelly, you was right. This white bitch is all about sucking a nigga’s dick.” “He had some trouble last night, ya herrd,” Nelly said. “But I knew his mouth would fit you a lot better.” Nick pulled Em’s head off of his young black fuckstick and said, “Why don’t you suck on my nuts, Slim Shady.”

Slim nudged underneath Nick’s balls and smelled the most wonderful manly smell. Before he could even think about what he was doing, Slim opened wide and started sucking on Nick’s nuts. “Ooooooh, suck on my chocolate salty balls,” Nick sang. “Put em in your mouth and suck em.” Nelly started busting out laughing and even JT took the cock out of his mouth to laugh for a minute. Slim kept right on sucking… not being able to get enough of the wonderful taste and the texture on his tongue. “He needs to loosen up,” Nelly said. “Get over here, Slim… you bitches want a shotgun?” Em pulled up his shorts, turned, and sat down on the sofa next to Nelly and JT while Nick sat on Slim’s lap, grinding his tight black ass into Eminem’s hardening cock. Nelly turned the blunt around and put the burning end in his mouth. He then started blowing smoke out the other end that Slim quickly started sucking. Nelly took the blunt out of his mouth and blew off the ash before taking a deep breath and putting it back in his mouth. This time, Nick sucked the smoke out of the end of the blunt. He held it in his lungs so long that he started choking. “Fuck, that’s some good shit!”

Nick laughed. “Ugh… uh, uh, uh,” he said shaking his torso like he was dancing, while grinding his ass further into Slim’s crotch. “Hey, you know what,” he said. “I’ve seen two white chicks together, but I ain’t never actually seen two white dudes fucking. It feels like Slim’s dick is ready for a tight ass right about now, whatcha say JT?” Justin still seemed a little intimidated by Em, but with Nelly and Nick’s encouragement once Nick moved, he was soon hunched over the white rapper’s crotch. Nelly pulled JT’s sweatshirt off to reveal the former boyband member’s outstanding physique. Even Slim was impressed by the shirtless and tattooed body of Justin Timberlake… someone he had made fun of countless times before. Justin pulled down on the waistband of Slim’s shorts and his hard, nine-inch cock popped out again. Sucking on the head briefly, JT surprised Eminem by downing the prick to the pubes without so much as a gag. “Aaaah…” Slim said grasping the shoulders of Nick and Nelly who were on either side of him. “He’s had a lot of practice,” laughed Nelly. “Ain’t that right, JT?” With a mouthful of cock, all Justin could do was moan.

After a few minutes, Nick became impatient. “Let’s see some fucking!” he said. Justin sat up and pulled his shorts down his muscular and hairy legs. He then climbed off the sofa and knelt in front of it, so that his upper body was pressing against the cushions. Slim got off the sofa also and positioned himself behind JT. “Eat that ass, Slim… get him all wet,” Nick suggested. Slim bent down and spread JT’s asscheeks apart. His asshole was round and pink… almost like a mini cunt. Em had eaten his fair share of cunts before… including Kim’s (more times than he’d like to remember) but he had never thought of rimming a chick’s ass much less another dude’s. Slim got closer to the hole with his mouth and he could smell that wonderful masculine smell. JT had obviously showered because it didn’t smell dirty, just manly. Slim stuck out his tongue and ran it from the top of Justin’s asscrack all the way down to that pink hole. Justin couldn’t contain the shudder that wracked his whole body when Eminem continued to brush his tongue lightly against his pucker. ‘So this his how you truly control a man,’ thought Slim. “Ah… I gotta get fucked,” Justin said.

Slim bent upright again. While he had been absorbed in JT’s ass, Nelly had brought the lube and handed it to Slim, who put a generous amount on his still rock-hard cock. He positioned himself at Justin’s backdoor and then pushed himself slowly in. JT didn’t make a sound except for heavy breathing. His breathing got more and more urgent until Slim got deep enough to hit that manly g-spot. “Oh, my god,” Justin said, clawing the sofa. “Fuck me Slim!” Eminem began a slow rhythm of pulling in and out of the tight white ass. He really wanted to enjoy his first fuck of another dude. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” Nick asked looking at Nelly. “What, yo…?” “You ever seen a double stuff Oreo?” Nelly started laughing again. “I feel, ya, baby… I want in on this too.” Nelly knelt on the sofa in front of JT and started whacking the white boy in the face with his ten inch cock until Justin opened up and started swallowing. Meanwhile, Nick had come around Em and the white rapper felt a lubed finger enter his ass. The finger was quickly removed and something much better was put at his sphincter. “Go all the way in him,” Nick instructed Slim. Slim slowly pushed his dick all the way inside Justin.

He then felt Nick entering his ass… deeper and deeper until he was balls deep inside Em. “Nah…,” Nick whispered in Slim’s ear. “Let’s fuck.” Nick shoved Slim’s upper body down onto Justin’s back and held him there with his hand for support. He then started assaulting the white boy’s ass with his big black monster. Slim discovered that he didn’t have to do anything because the ass pounding that he was receiving was forcing his own dick in and out of Justin’s ass. All Eminem had to do was close his eyes and enjoy the sensations of fucking and being fucked at the same time. Slim looked up just in time to see Nelly pull his massive dick out of JT’s mouth and shoot his immense load all over Justin and Slim’s face. Justin was the next to explode, coating the expensive sofa with his boy band seed. “I’ma nut up yo ass, Slim,” Nick said breathlessly. His violent stabbing of Em’s ass reached it’s climax as he impaled the white rapper on his thick black tool. Slim Shady could feel the massive cock throbbing inside him releasing its seed. All the sweat and smell of fresh cum was enough to send Em over the edge and blast his nut up Justin Timberlake’s booty.

All four of them collapsed on the floor in a tangle of naked limbs. Slim opened his eyes and found himself staring at Nick. “So, Slim,” he said. “You sworn off bitches yet?” “Fuck, bra. After today, I think I just might.” Exhausted, Slim Shady drifted off to sleep.

*Date: Wed, 08 Dec 2004 21:40:50 -0600

From: vidboyx2001@hotmail.com Subject: The Mis-education of Slim Shady The following is purely a work of fiction. I don’t know the celebs in it nor do I know their sexuality. If you are under 18, you cannot read any further. The Mis-education of Slim Chapter One: It’s Getting Hot in Herrrrre

Marshall Mathers sat quietly in his seat. He was bored out of his fucking mind, especially since he was sitting here listening to fuckin Bono rattle on during his speech for Ass Kissin, Tree Humpin, Motherfucker of the Year award. All Slim could think about was getting out of this dumbass Grammy award show so he could burn a blunt and jack his prick without getting harassed by his agent, or his lawyers, or that fucking bitch Kim. Yeah, thinking about his dick always brought a smile to Slim’s face. Slim had a big, powerful, masculine cock that he loved to jack on a constant basis.

Sure he could have any non-Lez woman on the planet, but what always turned on the Detroit rapper the most was the feeling of power that his prick emanated. One of his favorite promo pictures he ever took was the Rolling Stone pic of him naked with a lit stick of dynamite covering his cock. The truth was, his cock really was always like that. - ready to explode at any moment.
Over the years, the white-boy rapper came to realize that his fascination with dicks wasn’t just centralized to his own nine-inch member. As he met more and more famous singers and actors, he came to realize that many of them enjoyed comparing cock sizes and strutting their stuff whenever they managed to. This suited Slim just fine cause he liked to show off. Many times he was able to crush the celebrity that wanted to show off, but there had been a few times that a dick outpaced his own. One of these times had been about two years back when he had met St. Louis rapper Nelly while he had been on the TRL tour. The St. Lunatics member had invited Slim to play some street basketball. After the game, Nelly and Eminem had been chatting and changing clothes when, sure enough, Nelly dropped his loose-fitting b-ball shorts only to reveal the fact that he had been free-ballin the whole game. Nelly watched Slim’s reaction and grinned that boyish, yet evil grin of his as he glanced down at his ten-inch fuckstick and back up to the whiteboy. Not to be outdone, Slim had dropped trou and proudly displayed his nine-incher to the Country Grammar rapper.

There were a few seconds of appreciative nods from both before the St. Lunatics and Eminem’s bros came and found them, forcing the pair of big-dicked rappers to finish getting dressed. They hadn’t spoken to each other since then, but now they were together at the 2003 Grammy’s. Marshall endured the rest of the awards show with that memory of Nelly and his big black dick keeping him from killing somebody. His fantasy got more involved as he watched Nelly beat him for Best Male Rap Solo Performance. But then, he beat Nelly out for Best Rap Album of the Year, and as he went onstage and said his piece, he scanned the crowd and spied Nelly with that wicked grin on his face. The rest of the awards show went by mercifully quick and as Eminem began to file out to try and avoid the press, he felt a hand on his arm. Quickly, the rapper turned as if to hit the person who grabbed him when he suddenly came face-to-face with Nelly. “Whoa!” said the fine black boy. “Chill, baby! It’s just me! I hadn’t seen you in a while and wanted to say props on your win!”

Marshall smiled. “You too, man. I’m sorry, bra. I’ve been getting dissed by press lately, and I wanted to get out of here.” “Well, check it,” said Nelly handing Slim a card. “Come by later at my hotel and we can relax. I been wantin’ to catch up with you.” “No problem,” Slim said turning and walked out with a huge grin on his face. Later than night, Marshall Mathers carefully made his way to the hotel without being seen. Just when he thought that he had made it, a bellhop recognized him and ran to a telephone. See, most of the staff knew that if they called a tabloid and let them know that a huge star was wandering around their hotel, the papers would pay them off big-time. Slim knew he had to find Nelly’s room fast. He zoomed past a small crowd in the lobby and got stopped by a couple of teenagers who recognized him immediately. He quickly signed their shirts to avoid a scene and said, “I gots to go, little bros. The National Enquirer’s about to be all up in this bitch. Lata!” Slim hurried to the elevators and pressed the button to go to Nelly’s suite. He knocked on the door and there was nothing for almost a whole minute.

Fuck! It wasn’t gonna take those fuckers long to realize where the young rapper might be heading. He knocked again, and this time, the door opened just a crack, then swung wide open. The smell of the pot that wafted out the door was so strong that it gave Slim a hardon. “Aaaaaaaaah,” said Nelly embracing Eminem quickly. “Are you glad to see me, baby, or what?” “Damn, bra. I gotta hit that shit,” Slim said entering the suite. Nelly shut and locked the doors behind him and led Eminem to the living room. Upon the end table by the oversized sofa were some oversized joints along with a whole other pile of weed. Nelly took two of the joints off the table and lit them and then passed one to Slim. “Full on chronic, one hunnerd percent, ya heard?” Eminem laughed, “Fuckin’ A, bra.” The two rappers talked for a while and it wasn’t until their second joints had been lit that Nelly brought up what Slim had been thinking about just about all night long. “Hey, Slim, you remember that time we met on the TRL tour?” “Yeah,” replied Marshall. “You remember how we was checkin each other out?” “Yeah.” “I think about that a lot, Slim. What bout you?”

There was no way to lie when Emenim’s dick was hard as a rock and sticking out the top of his basketball shorts, so he finally said, “Yeah.” “I gotta tell you something, Slim. It ain’t gonna be easy for me to tell you, but it’s time ya knew. There’s hunnerds of celebrities that like to get their freak on with other celebrities… even brotha on brotha. I think you wanna swing on my dick but you ain’t never done it before. What you think bout that?” Eminem was furious that someone could see through him as easily as the St. Lunatics rapper could. But at the same time, there was no denying that what he was saying was the truth. Nelly didn’t wait for an answer, though. He stood up quickly and let his silky shorts slide down his legs and displayed his ten-inch erection to Eminem. Nelly reached down and pulled off Slim’s jersey and then sat down next to him. “Go head, baby. I know you been thinking bout it all night. I seen the the way you looked at me.” This is crazy, thought Slim, but he couldn’t stop his arm from resting on the black rapper’s smooth, tight belly and wrapping his hand around another cock for the first time. It was like a shockwave went up his spine.

He began to jack Nelly’s dick without even thinking about it. He just knew what he liked when he jacked off, so he decided to share his expertise with the hot black rapper. Nelly moaned and grabbed Em’s hand and brought it up to his mouth forcing him to coat it in spit before placing it back on his dick. “Ooooh, shit, baby. That’s great. Stroke that shit, bitch. Yeah!” Slim pulled his shorts off and his dick smacked his stomach. With one hand already fisting Nelly’s cock, he grabbed his own massive prick and jacked himself and the black rapper off at the same time. Throwing his head back against the sofa, Eminem moaned in ecstasy as he shot a huge load all over his tattooed chest and arms. “Damn, baby!” Nelly shouted. “You really was hot for some brotha on brotha action!” Laughing, he got up and grabbed Slim’s hand, pulling him up to his still shaking feet. “It’s getting hot in herrrr. Why don’t we take off all our clothes?” Nelly quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes including his Air Force One’s. Slim stripped completely, also, before Nelly led him to the suite’s bathroom. There was a huge shower in the back of bathroom that had multiple jets on all sides.

Slim had heard that Nelly was obsessed with taking showers. The black rapper turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature at a control panel outside the shower. Once the jets came on, he led Slim inside. The warm water splashing over Eminem’s body felt so good. He began to clean himself off, when suddenly, he felt Nelly behind him, rubbing his body with some sort of body wash that smelled wonderful. “You like that, baby?” Nelly asked. “Mmmm…,” was all that Slim could muster. “It’s imported. It’s got a male to male pheromone in it. I love bathing with it and the going out and watching all the guys try to hide their hard dicks.” Nelly finished cleaning up the white boy and then turned him around. He leaned forward and crushed his lips against Slim’s. Eminem was caught off guard, but soon, relaxed and let the St. Lunatic’s rapper inside his mouth. He had kissed lots of chicks before, but this was different, more powerful. Slim wasn’t sure if it was the male pheromones or just the hot sexiness of the other man kissing him, but his dick started coming back to life. Nelly ended the hot kiss and said, “How about you wrap them rapper lips around my dick?”

Before Slim had a chance to think about it, Nelly had pushed down on his shoulders, forcing him to his knees. The head of Nelly’s dick was inches away from his mouth, which had begun to water. Slim opened as wide as he could and Nelly lunged. It only got about halfway in, before the whiteboy gagged. “Fuck, bra… there ain’t no way I can swallow that.” “Look, bitch,” Nelly said forcefully. “Either you gonna take it down ya throat or you gonna take it up the ass. Nah… what’s it gonna be?” Eminem couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have anything up his ass, much less this ten inch black dick. He opened his mouth again and began sucking. The longer he went at it the more cock he could get down his throat without choking, but try as he might, he couldn’t get the whole thing down. “That pretty good, baby, but I think you want it up yo ass, ya herrrrd.” He couldn’t deny it. As terrifying as it may have seemed, Eminem really wanted that fuckstick up his ass. “Fuck me,” he said softly. “What was that, bitch? I didn’t herrr ya!” “Fuck me,” Slim said louder. “Get yo skinny white ass outta herrr. I ain’t gonna fuck ya unless I hear it!”

“Fuck me, with that dick, nigga!” Slim shouted at the top of his lungs. “Naaaaa… that’s what I like,” Nelly said pulling Eminem up and turning him around so that his face was against the glass of the shower. He reached over to the shelf of bath products and grabbed some ID lube that he had put in there upon his arrival at the hotel because he knew most of his sex ended up in the shower. He used a generous amount cause he knew he was popping this whiteboy’s cherry. Nelly, put his dick against Slim’s brown hole. Grabbing the shower rails for stability, he thrust as hard as he could. Eminem screamed. It was the most painful sensation he had ever had. “Get off, get off!” he yelled, but Nelly, held him fast. “Shhhh… relax, baby, relax. I know it burns like a mutherfucka right now, but give it a minute.” Slim relaxed and found his man pussy expanding around the big black dick. “Ahhhh…,” he moaned, now more relaxed. “There you go, baby,” Nelly said soothingly. “Now… you ready for yo first fuckin’?” “Fuck, yeah,” the whiteboy answered. The black rapper began pulling out of Slim’s ass.

When only he head was still in, he pushed forward again to the whiteboy’s groan of mixed pain and pleasure. Nelly began to pick up the pace as he really began to enjoy the fuck. He reached around Eminem’s waist and found that the white rapper was beginning to enjoy himself as well. Wrapping his still lubed hand around Slim’s cock, Nelly began his full assault on that tight virgin ass. “Awww, shit, nigga,” Slim was moaning, completely caught up in the bliss of his first fuck. “Awww, fuck that shit, nigga!” “Yeah, bitch… you like being my little bitch?” “Fuck, yeah, bra… fuck me like a bitch… fuck me with that big black dick, bra! I’m about to come again. I’m gonna come with your big nigga dick up my ass. Ahhh… ahhh… AHHHH!” Eminem’s second load of the night blasted the glass walls of the shower and streaked down to the ground. The contractions of Slim’s ass as he blew his load were just what Nelly needed to get off. He impaled the whiteboy on his dick as he shouted, “Yeah, take my nut, bitch… oh, fuck!” It felt like gallons of cum were shot out of his dick as he deposited his black seed up this white gangsta rapper’s ass. Nelly pulled his spent dick out of Slim’s butt and wrapped his arms around him.

He finished cleaning them both up and then they got out the shower. As they were getting dressed, Slim turned to Nelly. “So when’s the next time we can hook up do ya think?” Nelly grinned that evil grin of his. “Well, I had a couple interviews set up for tomorrow, but I was gonna cancel my plans tomorrow night and invite a couple friends over. I was thinking that JT is gonna love to meet you.” “JT?” “Justin Timberlake. We’ve been dickin’ for almost a year.” “What the fuck?” Eminem said. He couldn’t believe that the Tiger Beat poster boy swung on Nelly’s dick. Nelly just continued to grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

**Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 20:23:00 -0600