In short, this is fiction. Nothing about it is more than fantasy, and that includes the sexualities of all involved (real and imagined). Don't bother asking me as to why Carson Daly would even be logical to be at the scene in this story or the motivations behind Eminem's willingness for sex with a guy. Sounded hot to me. Usually that's enough. This story is for mature audiences, and such audiences that are fond of gay sex scenes. If this isn't you, I'm sure there's some bi or lesbian Britney Spears story out there. It's just not what I write. Send e-mail to greenpacey@hotmail.com for whatever you want to say about this and other works. Negative or positive, let me know. MTV holds all rights to the television show "FANatic" and it is used here basically only as a premise.
Other stories by this author: "Pacey's Desire" (Parts 1-3) "Anything That Walks" (Unrelated -perhaps- Eminem story)
** This may very well become a series involving "FANatic" `backstagings' with various celebrities and the everygayman. Let me know if you think this could work. **
And now our feature presentation--- "FANatic: BACKSTAGE WITH EMINEM"
Eminem left the stage, tired but satisfied. His crowd tonight was huge and rowdy, with every last one of them chanting along. His nineteen song set was much longer than it usually was, but they had demanded more and Eminem obliged them. He was happy for his big success recently. There were some negative press comments and some organizations against him, but he just didn't give a fuck. If only they knew.
Eminem had come to realize he was gay. His upfront lyrics may have said he was anti-gay, but he was most sincerely pro. He knew that women didn't do much for him and it was men that he desired. He had made special arrangements for tonight. The show wasn't over yet. He had promised MTV an exclusive Carson Daly/FANatic episode with some fan. He figured it was some bimbo. He was tired of pretending, but he needed to. He was at the peak of his career; he didn't want to risk that.
He entered the dressing room and found Carson there. He was wearing a white dress shirt, unbuttoned with an undershirt beneath, and dark blue jeans. He looked damn fine. Next to him was a young man, maybe twenty, wearing a black shirt that said "Slim Shady" in blood-red letters. He was tall, around 5'11 and his eyes were crystal blue. He also had jeans, and sunglasses clipped on his collar.
"Hey, Em, " said Carson in a friendly voice, his eyes trailing the sweaty form of the white rapper. His undershirt tank-top was identical to the one Eminem was wearing. He caught himself staring at Em's crotch. Eminem, while Carson had never attempted anything, was a secret crush of Carson's. He often left meetings with the rapper extremely horny, straining to keep his hard cock from being noticeable.
"Yo, Cars, nice to see ya again." said Eminem, grinning, before turning to the new boy beside him. "You are?"
"I'm Sean... I'ma big fan, uh...Mr..."
"Just call me Slim..." smiled Eminem, as he pulled his sweaty undershirt off, revealing his tattoos, and developed body. "...Everyone screams it." He gave a kind of exaggerated laugh, as if to imply the screaming was mixed with sexual moaning.
"I'd love to... uh, call you that... Slim." the overexcited teenager mumbled as Slim absentmindedly tossed his shirt into a corner and grabbed his balls through his jeans. Carson and Sean just stared. Slim looked up, as if he was about to speak, and saw them two of them staring.
"Yo, damn, you guys in a fog... What's up witchu?" He glanced down at Sean's pants, seeing exactly at what was "up". "Aw, shit, man... You got me a queer to interview me, Cars?"
"Geez, I didn't, uh..."
"That's pretty hot." Slim grinned, flicking his tongue out between his teeth.
"What..?" asked Sean and Carson practically in unison.
"Hey, fuck the show..." Eminem shrugged, "I'm horny, y'all seem horny... lock the door, let's just do it."
"Shit!" Sean exclaimed, running to lock the door. Clearly a young man's dreams would come true tonight.
"You're legal, right?" Slim asked, fumbling with a hard mound in his jeans.
"Yeah, like barely, though. Turned eighteen last night. Your concert was a birthday present."
"Oh, Carson, we got's us a young one here. You cherry?"
"Uh... I never fucked a guy before..." Sean mumbled, more than slightly nervous.
"You'll be fuckin' one by the end of the night, promise." Eminem teased, sticking his hand and fondling himself inside his jeans. "Gonna make you a big slut. At least gonna try." Eminem turned to an aroused if a little befuddled Carson Daly. "Hey, Carson, them's pants ain't unbuttoning themselves. Get your ass out of those constrictions."
Carson smiled in that slightly spaced-out, yet concentrated way and lifted his shirt and undershirt off. Inside his pants, his raging hard-on stabbed the denim. He loosened his belt, and let his pants gently slide off with his shoes. Carson, legs hairy and body seemingly the same in that furry-but-not-too-much way. His chest was well covered, yet not unsightly. Maybe it was in comparison to Eminem's pale toned, hairless chest that made Carson's toned, tanned furry chest seem so different. Leading to a well-tented pair of boxers was a treasure trail well worth a trip down.
Sean removed his clothes in rapid speed. Within seconds he had only socks and his ass-hugging CK briefs on. His tight package was even tighter in the constrains of the moistening cotton. He was muscular enough, looked like a surfer boy, and was staring intently at his immense fortune before him.
Eminem finally began to slacken his jeans down, his hard cock causing momentary yet pretty pleasurable friction. "Well, boys, boxers and briefs down. Dicks all around." And so, Eminem removed his boxers and slid them off his ankles. He stood proud, a lean body, sprouting a eight and a half inch cock. He grabbed his shaft and balls and bit his lip rather lewdly. "Whatcha got, punks?"
Sean shyly pulled down his briefs to release a modest seven, maybe seven and a half inch cock. It still was nice to view, and was completely rigid, almost rising up to his belly.
Carson slid down his boxers to reveal his nine inch slab of meat, dripping precum- the centerpiece to his patch of pubes and low balls. He rubbed his shaft hungrily with his palm. He wanted this bad.
Eminem whistled in approval of what he saw. In fact he went over to Carson and bent down. He timidly poked his tongue around the head, tasting the precum. He let his tongue gather some of the sweet liquid and rolled it in his mouth. His mouth made a kiss pose and he planted it directly on the head, gently spreading his lips apart as they descended upon this mushroom head and thick shaft.
Sean, not to be left out, pulled Eminem's hips back so Eminem was on his all-fours. He then proceeded to give Eminem's sculpted back and ass-cheeks a bath. He tongued the little inlet at the bottom of his cheeks, trailed the crack lightly and kissed and sucked erotically on Eminem's lower back and dragged his lips over the trembling skin. Eminem took such pleasure from this and he jerked his back with quivers as he sucked on Carson's cock.
Carson himself had a great view. He could see Sean licking around Eminem's back and slightly around his outer thigh, slowly gentling closer to the inner flesh. He felt Eminem's mouth on his pleased dick and bucked his hips sporadically, amazed that the rapper before him could take most of it in, and at least attempt to get it all. He moaned loudly at Em's suction, mumbling "Yes... Oh fucking suck that cock... take it all in... You like that, don't you... I love your mouth sucking my prick like that. Oh, you're fucking awesome... suck me... yes... so hot... I wanna cum in your mouth, Slim... I wanna feel my cock pulse and shoot hot cum down your throat... You want my seed, doncha Shady... Taste my cum and... Oh! Fuck, yes, I think I'm gonna shoot..." So Carson started making incoherent sounds as Em did his best to take him all in, sucking him hard and with almost a maddening passion.
"Ughhhhhhh that's fucking great!" Carson unloaded into Eminem with this guttural force, and Eminem relaxed and let it spray his tonsils. Em himself bucked, and Sean snuck a hand around Eminem's prick and gently rolled his fingers up and down.
When Carson's orgasm subsided, he fell back, almost in a daze. A trail of cum seeped from Eminem's rewarded lips. Sean let go of him and turned to lick the cum off Em's chin. Their tongues connected as they shared Carson's seed.
Carson, while significantly beat after the blowjob, was not out for the count. If anything, he was grateful and wanted to express his gratitude in the most entertaining way possible. He gently pushed Eminem on his back and wrapped his lips around the precumming cock before him. Not one who couldn't handle two things at once, Eminem motioned for Sean to kneel before his head and bend down so he could take Sean's dick into his mouth. Sean was only so glad to give it a shot.
Carson, while not experienced in the art of sucking cock, tried to be decent and from the moans from his target in-between slurps on Sean, he was doing a fine job. He was glad that while Eminem was long, he wasn't extremely thick. He was still amazed Eminem had been able to take his girth of cock in so much stride. Maybe Eminem was more experienced at dick than he let on.
Eminem, hot from the sucking he gave, was in no shape to resist cumming in Carson's hot mouth. He soon felt Sean's balls tense up and he let the cum stream over in face and in his mouth. He groaned and released his own cum so Carson could swallow it all. And swallow it all Carson did.
Eminem got on all fours again. "Sean... Like I said... you'd be fuckin a guy before the night was through... Get's to fucking, babe."
Sean, hard again, positioned himself behind Eminem, on his knees. He inserted his dick into Eminem, and they both sighed in pleasure. Soon Sean was fucking Eminem's ass rapidly, the only thing keeping Eminem's moans quiet was Carson's lips. He lay beneath Em and and deeply French-kissed him as Sean plugged away. Carson also took care of removing Sean's cum from the blowjob on Eminem's face.
Sean gave a huge groan and cam into Eminem. The three, all thoroughly exhausted from their activity, lay there, breathing heavily. Eminem stood up suddenly and walked over to a closet and grabbed a bathrobe. "Okay, guys... Clean up... It's late, I gotta get home. I'll reschedule the interview for tomorrow."
After a quick threeway shower, resulting in Eminem cumming again, the three parted ways - none of them really the same again.
The End.
- Thanks for reading - Remember to e-mail me your thoughts... Stay dirty. ;)
- M.G. *