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!