This story is entirely fictional an was created purely for the private enjoyment and not to be used in any way not compliant to individual state laws. "Anything That Walks" was written for a mature audience, depending on your location. Little of this story bears any resemblance to the real life of Eminem. Any lyrics are used without permission, and property of Interscope Records.
"I'll fuck anything that walks" - Eminem, "My Name Is".
"I am such an asshole," thought Marshall Mathers III. He realized that he was making a perverse living off of the public slamming of personal acquaintances and celebrities. His music, when he was Eminem was violent, sexist, and demeaning.
Marshall was fucked up. He probably mostly ashamed and the reason he wrote and performed grisly raps was because he was severely unhappy. He threw around hurtful slurs like they were softballs. All because Eminem couldn't come clean to the simple fact that all along he had been hiding behind a tough exterior, called women "bitches", and spat upon "faggots" because he was... a faggot himself.
Eminem was reasonably pleased with his success and that had never been an issue. He was happy that he'd made such an impact and that he was the conversation piece all over the world. Whether or not he believed in those things did not change the fact it was grounds for a discussion. People think the same things he says and if that gets people talking, so be it.
He was now alone, after a concert in New York. He was away from the headlines and quotes of the world and locked in his own paradise. He may have just walked off the stage singing "The Real Slim Shady", but most everyone was clueless to "the real Slim Shady" at all. The real Slim Shady was laying back, naked, with his hard cock in his hand, daydreaming of lovely men.
His dick was seven and a half inches and unfortunately out of use as of recent. All he managed to do was jerk off after concerts because he was usually too drained to do much else. But this time it'd be different. He'd made arrangements. He was getting some ass here tonight and he was going to love every second.
He'd never fully had sex with a man before, once sucking off Dre while he was asleep, and another with a hot early fan before he got famous. He was afraid the fan would exploit him after he got famous, but it was doubtful that the boy wanted anyone to know he was gay, even if the dick he sucked had been Eminem's. Eminem had also fucked him, but had never experienced the act upon him.
Em heard a knock on the door. He stood up, his aching cock straining the bathrobe he quickly put on. He went to the door and opened it to find a hot Latin-American stud standing there in tight jeans and an undershirt tank-top. He flashed a smile, glancing at the obvious tent in front of Eminem and asked if he could come in.
Em had asked specifically for a Latino man, tall and sexy. He got what he asked for. He liked Latin men because they were so sexy in their masculinity that was both aggressive and gentle. He was preparing himself for some steamy sex.
"Hey, I'm Rick. You must be Mr. Mathers." Rick, the sexy escort grinned.
"Yeah, I'm your man."
"And I'm yours. For the night."
Em wasted no time, gripping his new toy's arms. This was a man who worked out enough to show it and be incredibly attractive without being unsightly muscular. He was perfect.
Rick laid back on Em's couch, letting his new employer play with him. Very soon Eminem had Rick's shirt off and was licking the silky hairless pecs and abs before him. He swirled his tongue around his bellybutton, tickling the area and making Rick moan and chuckle at the same time.
"How many times can you cum?" Em asked, still occasionally touching Rick's body.
"As many times as you want me to." Rick said, confidently. It was true. He'd not had a problem with that, ever.
Em needed no more motivation and began to unbutton Rick's jeans and letting his own robe fall to the floor, exposing his own lean body and his hard dick rubbing against Rick's thigh. Soon Rick was just in his tighty-whities, a hard cock inside, asking to be let free. Em was in no mood to argue so he greeted the unclothed cock with his tongue as he pulled the underwear below Rick's knees and eventually off his body, with his jeans.
Em began a sucking motion with his mouth and slurped up and down Rick's healthy shaft. Rick was so enjoying this treatment, he began to groan and rub his palms on Eminem's bleached blonde head. Em licked the cock like the lollipop he always wanted, and then aggressively yet comfortably going up and down on it, taking it all in some times and letting just the head in at other times.
Soon Rick was pleading for Em to stop teasing and Em enjoyed that. Eventually he was rhythmically pumping the cock into his mouth and Rick let out an ecstasy-filled moan and exploded into Em's mouth, which Em gladly transferred to his throat.
Rick wasn't softening, but Em looked really horny so he took a step for him. He switched positions with Em and grasped Em's cock. It had been waiting impatiently for some action and Rick obliged by swirling his tongue on the head and clef of the dick. He then dove right in and sucked it in his mouth while Eminem grunted his appreciation.
"Oh! Fuck yeah, swallow it, uh uh uh, mmm, yeah, suck me, suck it. Oh fuck, yes, yes. Take it in, yeah, oh, that's good. Make me cum, babe, swallow me." Em groaned and bucked his hips, forcing Rick to take more in, which he was not upset to do. Soon, Rick got the best of Em and sucked down his load and Em panted, hot and sweaty, but not sated.
Em got up from the couch and told Rick to lay down on the floor. When Rick did so, Em curved his tongue around Rick's cock, having it lengthen to it's full mast. He then pulled a lubricated Lifestyle from underneath the couch pillows and slowly pulled it on top of Rick's swollen head and then the rest of it's shaft, encasing the gorgeous dick in a rubber. He was now ready and slowly sat down on the dick, watching Rick thrust his head back with the feeling of his cock in Em's ass. Em reached the base of the seven and a half incher and began to slowly rub up and down on it, his knees astride Rick's thighs.
Rick moaned hard and long and Em slid up and down on the dick. Em soon got really into it, enjoying his first fuck, vigorously pumping the cock in him.
He was moaning like crazy and hit own cock swelled up in response to the throbbing dick in his ass. He pounded on it, closing his eyes and now almost chanting his lust in exasperated tongues. He leans and grasped Rick's shoulders and Rick lifted his ass and pummeled Em's ass once, twice, three times and they moaned in unison as Rick cam in the condom and Eminem sprayed his second load all over Rick's chest.
They panted and waited a while before Em stood up, still exhausted from the power orgasms that occurred so quickly between each other. Rick stood and Em reached for his robe, pulled it around him and went for his wallet. Rick pulled his underwear, undershirt, and jeans on and then pulled on his socks and sneakers. Em handed him twenty hundred dollar bills.
"Actually, it was 18 hundred." Rick said.
"Keep it." Em smiled, "I want you to come back sometime. I want to fuck that ass."
"Your wish. My command. Goodnight, Mr. Mathers."
"Goodnight, Rick."
Eminem went to take a shower.
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