Disclaimer: Sorry for such a long time between stories, but what with schoolwork and everything, having a life sorta gets in the way of writing hot jerkoff stories. Anyway, I've reprised Fred Durst and David Silveria for this story, and they are joined by the rappers Method Man and Redman in some hot activities in a Los Angeles hotel. The story takes place a few months after Fred and David's initial pairing, and you better believe there's some footplay going down. This story, like all the others, makes no claims that any of these people are poofters in real life, although that would be pretty sweet. Anyway, if you're under 18, or offended by homosexual material, what the hell are you doing at the Nifty website in the first place? All others may read on. Comments/compliments/constructive criticisms, as always, graciously received at bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com.
Celeb Foot Fun 6: N 2 Gether Now
In Los Angeles' R______ Hotel, room 415, there was complete silence, except for an occasional quiet moan and the faint noise of someone's mouth moving up and down someone's penis. The mouth belonged to Fred Durst, lead singer of the rap-metal band Limp Bizkit, and his arms were wrapped around the thighs of David Silveria, the strapping 30-year-old drummer for Limp's contemporaries, Korn, who was enjoying getting a blowjob from his friend. The two had first discovered the joys of sex with another guy in July, when an innocent foot massage resulted in erotic foreplay that ended up with both men cumming. Since then, they had tried to squeeze in as much sex with each other as possible, which was difficult for both men. Between live shows and other personal commitments, the two men did not see each other as often as they would have liked. There were times when they just needed release from the pressures of their commitments, and they found that release in each other by exploring erotic possibilities they had only imagined in their wildest dreams.
David placed his hands on the back of Fred's head, encouraging him to take all of his six inches into his mouth. Fred did so willingly, taking him to the hilt and burying his nose in his pubes. David felt the tension in his loins that indicated that he was on the verge of cumming. Just as his climax was about to strike, there were two knocks at the door.
Both men moaned in disappointment, having been lost in the pleasure of oral sex. The harsh snap back to reality was annoying for both men. Couldn't a guy suck cock without being disturbed anymore? David pulled his black jeans back up around his moist hardon while Fred composed himself and answered the door.
Standing before him were his good friends Clifford Smith and Reggie Noble, known to music fans as Method Man and Redman. Fred had invited the two rappers to spend some time with them while they were in the area. After all, the hotel room him and David had rented out was large enough to hold a rather large party. Fred and David had decided that they didn't want to put the effort into throwing any such parties, though; they'd rather keep things relatively low- key and only invite a couple of friends.
"What up, dog?" Fred greeted his guests, shaking both their hands. He hoped they didn't notice any strange smells on his breath or in the room.
"Yo man, just chillin'," responded Meth, suddenly awestruck at the grandeur of the hotel room. "Some place you've got here, son!"
"Yeah, check this shit out! We've got all the good shit - minibar, room service, and a big bed for you-know- what!"
"Hell yeah, man! I was gonna ask where the ho's at?" laughed Redman. David laughed softly, but ironically, in the background.
Only Redman apparently noticed. "Oh, didn't see you there, Dave! What up?"
"Hey guys," responded Dave shyly, flashing his gorgeous smile.
"So what have you guys been up to?" asked Meth.
"Not much, dude, we got a dimebag that we were thinking of lighting up, but we're not sure.someone could smell it or something. Wouldn't be the first time we've done it in a hotel room, though," replied Fred.
"Aw yeah, I hear that. I was in the mood to blaze up myself, but I think I'm gonna save it for later. Shit, you guys got video games?" asked a stunned Redman, noticing the Nintendo 64 console underneath the 20" television.
"Oh yeah, we were playing some Mario Kart before you guys came," lied David.
"Aw shit, we need in on that! I bet we could whup yo' white asses in that game any day!" teased Meth.
"That sounds an awful lot like a bet to me.wanna put something on the line?" asked Fred.
"Depends, you man enough?" retorted Redman.
"Tell you what, then.we'll play you in the Special Cup race, 150 cc, alternating players.winner makes the loser do something really humiliating that they decide on after they win. You on?"
The bet sounded intriguing to the two rappers, who agreed to the terms. David removed himself from his seat on the bed and joined the three others as they prepared to play.
Fred and Meth went first. Fred chose Bowser and Meth chose Yoshi as their characters. They both waited for the Koopa to announce the very start of DK's Jungle Parkway stage. Both men, experienced video game players, knew about the secret trick where one hits the B button between the yellow and green light to provide an extra turbo-boost at the beginning of the race. The men battled intensely, warding off the rocks thrown by the natives and each other's shells and banana peels. The ultimate winner of the race was Meth, who beat Fred by three seconds, thanks to a strategic mushroom use towards the finish line.
The two men switched off, David taking over for Fred and Redman taking over for Meth. Yoshi Valley was a very aggravating stage for them - both men ended up falling off the course at one point. David was the ultimate winner, navigating cleanly through sharp turns and managing to avoid the giant rotating egg towards the end of the race, something that could not have been said for Redman. Fred was anticipating a victory for him and David, and began thinking of what possible humiliating thing he could do. There was one idea he was toying around with, but he was worried about it being a bit too freaky for the two rappers. Then again, it could be a really great way to humiliate the both of them.
The teams were tied now, both with fifteen points each. Both teams were remarkably able to fend off the other six challenging computer players with the finesse and skill that come with being avid video game players. Fred and Meth once again resumed their spots. Banshee Boardwalk was next, another stage where falling off was relatively easy, but staying on proved difficult. Despite the bats that impeded his progress in the haunted shack in the middle of the course and slipping on some banana peels, Fred managed to pull off a third place victory, garnering him another three points. Meth, on the other hand, fell off the boardwalk twice, but managed to pull in a respectable fourth place spot, earning him one extra point.
The pressure was on David and Redman now. It could easily have been anyone's game, and the setbacks from the last match did not faze either man one bit. Rainbow Road went on and on, being the longest course in the entire game. Not much action took place until the third lap, when Redman, currently in first place and feeling daring, attempted to use a shortcut he had tried, mostly unsuccessfully, a few times before. Leaping off the siderail towards the beginning of the race, he tried to get Yoshi to land on the track below, but fortunately for David, he failed. David hooted with victory as he coasted into second place behind Toad. Redman finished in sixth for his little stunt, which earned him shame and a whack on the head from Meth.
Fred and David shouted with their conquest and gave each other high fives. The two rappers, meanwhile, groused about their loss, wondering what they would make them do. Hopefully it wasn't anything weird like getting naked in public or something. Meth and Redman laid down on one of the king-sized beds in the bedroom and awaited their judgment.
The two rockers deliberated for a moment on what they should make the two men do. Not surprisingly, both men immediately thought of sexual things.
"We could make them suck our dicks!" suggested David, still aching from the coitus interruptus from before.
"Or each other's!"
"Yeah, that'd be hot.but they'd probably kill us if we suggested anything like that."
"You're right.dude, I know what they could do!"
"What?"
"You'll see, it's something they'll probably find gross, but it could totally be worth it to watch them try it," said Fred.
Turning to the two rappers, Fred announced "We have decided your punishment for sucking so bad in Mario Kart, and that is.you've got to lick each other's smelly feet!"
Redman and Meth contorted their faces in disgust. "Ew! For how long?"
"'Til we say so," replied Fred.
"Aw, fuck no, dude! You think we some faggots or something?"
"I don't think you're faggots. I think you're losers, though, and now you've got to pay up. So get lickin'!"
Method Man and Redman looked at each other in puzzlement. Was this dude serious? Who'd want to see two dudes lick each other's feet? They thought about protesting again, but they knew that they wouldn't let them get away with it. They'd probably think of an even more humiliating punishment, so they just accepted their loss and reached down to untie their Timberland boots.
David tapped Fred on the shoulder. "Are you crazy? They want to kill us now! I don't think they're going to go through with it, dude."
"Well, I never thought I'd like licking your feet as much as I did, and look at me now," Fred responded. "Besides, don't you think this'll be wicked, two black guys licking each other's toes?"
David had to admit it was a pretty enticing situation. He still had doubts, but he started to expect a fantastic show.
Having untied their laces, the two rappers removed their boots and threw them into the corner in aggravation. Of all the fucking things they had to do, why'd they chose this? The enticing smell of shoe sweat immediately entered the room. Fred ascertained that the two men had been out and about for most of the day and hadn't removed their footwear in a few hours. He grinned, both at the humiliation of the rappers and at the pleasing aroma. Many people knocked foot odor as gross, but it was something he took a particular fondness to, after last July.
Meth and Redman then hesitantly peeled off their socks, which they apparently hadn't changed in a few days and were beginning to regret that now. If anything, this whole experience would teach them to change their socks once in awhile. Fred and David had to get a peek at their feet. They marveled at how the tops of their feet were nearly the same color as the rest of their skin, but their soles and toenails were a far lighter shade of brown. Both men had fairly large feet, and Meth's second toe was larger than his big toe. Redman's toes formed a gradual downward slant and he had tiny spaces between his toes, whereas Method Man's were more spaced out. Both men also could've used a little trimming on their toenails, but otherwise, both men tacitly agreed they had awesome feet. The two men lay on the bed so as to face each other's feet and looked at each other as if to apologize in advance for how fucking strange and disgusting this all would be.
Redman hesitated for a second before raising Meth's foot to his face. This was pretty sick, smelling another dude's feet like this, and then having to lick them? This was fucked up. He brought Meth's right foot to his nose and inhaled slowly. Surprisingly to him, the smell wasn't really that terrible. It kinds reminded him of cheese that he had eaten a few nights ago, but the two scents were decidedly different. He sniffed again, not repulsed by the scent at all, but finding that it was making him rather hungry.
Meth, meanwhile, was undergoing similar feelings as he brought Redman's right foot to his face. His feet carried the faint scent of leather from the boots he had been wearing, which didn't disgust him, really. He wasn't crazy about having to sniff another dude's stank feet, though, but then he just told himself that the dare wasn't a big deal. It was just licking a little ball of flesh, and it was forced on them, so it's not like they were having sex or anything.
Fred and David were dying with anticipation, though. It was one thing to have them suffer for losing to them at the card game, which was a joy in itself. However, it was a completely different joy altogether to see the two rappers licking each other's feet. They were secretly both wishing that the experience wouldn't sour them on some further "experimentation," and they were already planning on some later activities just in case.
The rappers eventually decided that waiting would only make things worse, and so on the count of three, the two hesitantly stuck out their tongues and touched each other's instep with the very tips of their tongues. Redman withdrew instantly, expecting to be disgusted by licking Meth's sweaty foot. To his surprise, the taste, like the smell, was not that unpleasant. Again, he was reminded of cheese, and the association just made his mouth water some more. Feeding his hunger, Redman licked Meth's foot again, this time letting the taste linger in his mouth for awhile. Not finding it repulsive, he licked again, and then a fourth time. This wasn't going to be such a bad dare after all.
Meth was having similar thoughts as he lapped at Redman's soles. The taste wasn't quite as bad as he thought it would have been, and was actually sort of enticing. He licked again and again, not driven off by the strange salty taste of Redman's foot. He eventually got more daring and slipped his lips about Redman's big toe. He sucked on the fleshy digit, noting that this was not much different than sucking on a lollipop. He bobbed his head up and down on the toe, taking almost a strange delight in the taste. He couldn't even believe he was sucking the toe of his best friend, and not only that, that it wasn't something he found unpleasant.
Meth wasn't the only one who found himself confused by the situation. Redman couldn't believe that not only was he getting into licking Meth's feet, but that he was actually getting sorta aroused by Meth slipping his lips over his big toe and sucking on it. He reasoned that it was just the sensation that was doing this to him; after all, anyone could've been sucking on his feet and it still would've produced the sensation, regardless of who or what was causing it. He still wondered why exactly he found this act erotic; moreover, why it was starting to give him a boner.
He soon perished his thoughts and, not wanting to be regarded as cowards in the eyes of Fred and David, he copied Meth's actions and slipped his lips over Meth's right big toe. He sucked on it, simultaneously appalled and delighted, or perhaps appalled that he was delighted. The digit had a strange fleshy texture that he found interesting, and he sucked on the toe with a certain curiosity.
Fred and David watched this spectacle with secret ecstasy and not-so-secret erections. They shifted themselves so that if the two rappers looked over they wouldn't notice their throbbing cocks tenting out their pants. The two men couldn't resist though, this was so hot! They both remembered back to this summer when they had experimented with each other in that hotel room, and how amazing it had been for both of them. Whenever either man got the chance, which wasn't terribly often given their busy schedules, they would meet for a secret rendezvous, and they had progressed beyond mere footplay into oral, anal, and other fetishes. Fred particularly was turned on by musky armpits, and loved fooling around with David after Korn had just wrapped up a show. The sweat from being on stage in front of a large crowd turned him on, and he knew David would always be up for messing around with him. David still thought a guy's feet were really sexy, and exercised his new interest by browsing foot fetish sites online and even tried sucking his own toes when he was alone. He couldn't explain why, he just found the aroma and the shape of a guy's foot to be a major turn-on.
The two rappers kept at it, and eventually, they were both hard from the hot, moist sensation they were providing to each other's feet. Redman and Meth had gotten over their self-consciousness; they accepted what they were doing as their punishment for losing to Fred and David, and were merely holding up their end of the bargain. What they didn't understand was why the men they had lost to hadn't stopped them yet; hadn't they been doing this long enough? It didn't matter too much to the rappers, for they strangely didn't mind doing this. In fact, Meth was even daring enough to start rubbing at his irritated crotch the longer they kept this up. Noticing his actions, Redman was tempted to do the same, and so Redman and Method Man lay on one bed facing each other in opposite directions, sucking and licking each other's feet and handling their throbbing cocks through the fabric of their jeans. Fred and David, meanwhile, were laying on the other bed, watching Meth and Redman go at it and grabbing at their own rock-hard members through their pants. They were amazed that the two rappers were doing this, and had no intention of stopping them anytime soon.
Method Man and Redman's tongues ran along each other's soles and along the backs of their toes. They wedged their slimy tongues in between each other's digits, taking in the cheesy taste which caused their mouths to water. Saliva dripped down the backs of two pairs of hot black feet that emanated with boot sweat and the heat of what they were doing. Two tongues ran across toenails, over the tops of toes, along sweaty arches, around fleshy soles, and back up underneath the backs of toes. A total of four cocks twitched with sexual arousal at the spectacle of two hot, macho rappers engaging in such an erotic act.
Fred and David felt like they were going to burst inside their jeans. They couldn't stand it anymore. After unbuttoning and unzipping their flies, Fred and David pushed their jeans and boxers down and grabbed their pulsating cocks. They began thrusting as Meth and Redman continued to suck toe, pumping their fists up and down the length of their engorged penises.
Meth and Redman temporarily stopped what they were doing, in shock at what Fred and David were doing. "What the fuck, yo? You're beatin' off to us?" inquired an apparently offended Method Man.
"Yeah, dude, you guys are turning us on so fucking much," replied David.
"Besides, we know we're not the only people enjoying what you're doing," added Fred, making reference to the rappers' erections. Method Man and Redman couldn't deny it, they were both hard and in desperate need of getting off.
"So do you get off by watching dudes suck each other's toes and shit?" asked a puzzled Redman.
"Yeah, is this why you makin' us do this?" inquired Meth.
"Well, to be honest, yeah," admitted David. "We both think footplay is really sexy. In fact, we were kinda thinking of getting in on the act, if you don't mind."
Method Man and Redman thought this was all really strange, considering that they thought both the rap-metal stars were straight. They knew for instance that Fred had fathered two children and that David was married with a child, and here they were, getting turned on by two guys licking each other's feet! However, they seemed really eager to, and they didn't want to disappoint them. Plus, they had both decided that footplay was actually sorta cool, and they'd be interested in seeing what the two white boys were capable of. They agreed, much to the delight of Fred and David.
Slipping off their shoes and peeling off their socks, Fred and David hopped onto the bed. Fred lay opposite Method Man on the other side, while David and Redman were faced with each other's feet. Immediately, the four men got to business. Fred took Meth's already moist right big toe into his mouth, while Meth slipped his lips over Fred's sweaty digit. The familiar cheesy flavor of another guy's toes filled their mouths and caused their dicks to ooze droplets of precum. Meanwhile, Redman slicked the back of David's toes with saliva while David wormed his tongue in the spaces between the hot rapper's toes, which provoked the same reaction in their own cocks.
For the space of fifteen minutes, rosy red lips sucked delightedly on dark brown toes and soles while dark brown lips made their way across every inch of light pink feet. Method Man and Redman licked their white hosts' feet with sheer abandon, and were compensated by having their own feet worshipped by the sexy rockers. Foot worship was nothing new to Fred and David, but the act of licking the two hot black guys' feet was something new to both of them. For Meth and Redman, it was a whole new world, one that they wouldn't mind returning to in the future.
By this time, all eight feet in the room were thoroughly basted with saliva. The taste of male feet lay strongly in four mouths. Four cocks all throbbed painfully with a demand for release. Fred was the first of the four to make the transition to the next level of footplay. Removing his lips from Meth's toes, he instructed Meth to remove his pants. Meth hesitated slightly; the footplay thing was hot, but now he wanted to have sex? David instructed Redman to do the same, and Redman also agreed, but like Redman, with the same degree of reluctance.
Meth and Redman both looked at each other, not really sure what was going to happen next. Both men pushed their jeans down over their slick feet, revealing boxers that were largely tented out and had noticeable precum stains on them. The boxers were the next to go, revealing two gloriously large, thick black cocks. Fred and David licked their lips with anticipation at the sight of two beautiful, thick, cut cocks with low-hanging hairy nuts. By their estimation, they had to be at least seven inches long. They figured that the rumor regarding black guys and dick size probably wasn't just a rumor, much to their delight.
All four men were now completely naked below the waist, and very much erect and dripping precum. Fred and David instructed their guests to sit on the bed facing them, with their legs stretched out. Fred seized Meth's ankles and guided his feet towards his erect member, placing his toes on either side of his cock. Dave did likewise with Redman, placing the rapper's slimy toes on either side of his hot dick. It felt really wicked having something slick touching your cock, whether it be a guy's mouth or his spit-covered toes! Fred and David encouraged the rappers to reciprocate, and so Meth and Redman placed their hosts' toes on each side of their dicks. They marveled at the feeling of the moist toes brushing against stiff tubes and were taken by pleasant surprise when David and Fred began pumping their feet up and down.
The two rockers pushed their toes up and down over the rappers' cocks, pushing their foreskin up and down their penises and in essence jerking them off with their feet. Meth and Redman responded in kind by sliding their feet up and down Fred and David's respective cocks. The four men continued like that, thrusting their hot wet feet up and down their blood-engorged cocks. Black toes gripped rigid tubes of pink flesh and drew them up and down over light purple knobs. Pink toes clasped onto large dark brown dicks and pushed the skin up over dark purple knobs. All four men were oozing precum copiously by this point, thanks to the sensation of toes slick with their own spittle jacking off their throbbing bones. The rappers had completely gotten over themselves and were fully enjoying what they were doing right now. They could tell that Fred and David were enjoying themselves immensely too, as signaled by their heavy breathing.
Their cocks all tingled with the anticipation of release, and in no time at all, they all felt the urge to cum. David felt the familiar tension in his groin that he had felt so many times before, from fiddling with himself, having sex with his wife, and even fooling around with Fred. He panted and grunted with the sweet agony of climax, and he thrust his hips forward as he shot out a thick streamer of cum. His manshot struck Redman in the face, which surprised him greatly. Several more shots were fired from David's irritated cock, which landed on Redman's neck, t-shirt and legs, and some less forceful globs of cum dribbled onto Redman's toes. The very sight of Redman covered in cum caused Fred to shoot next. He gasped and then fired a thick volley of cum into the air that landed smack on Meth's face. Streams of sauce shot out from his spastic, trembling cock that managed to strike Meth's nuts, thighs, and toes. The two rappers were now literally covered from head to toe in Fred and David's creamy loads.
The two rappers followed shortly after. Method Man's cock jerked with his orgasm, and his climax resulted in a powerful shot that went straight up into the air. Fred attempted to catch it in his mouth as it fell back to earth, and was successful. He swallowed the hot black rapper's seed with lust, enjoying with great pleasure the taste of another man's jizz. Several more shots struck Fred in the face again, and some more cum leaked out of his pisshole onto Fred's hot toes. Redman came at nearly the same time, shooting his wad into the air, which landed on David's chest. His hot cock pulsated as he emptied the contents of his balls onto David's legs and toes. All four men laid back from the tremendous release of their mutual orgasms, covered in hot cum and gasping for breath. That was one fucking hot experience!
Redman broke the post-orgasmic silence. "Dude, I don't know where you learned that shit, but that was dope as hell!"
Method Man agreed. "Hell, yeah, dog! Now I'm all sticky, though, mind if I use your shower?"
Fred smiled. "I've got a better idea." Twisting his body forward, he began fiddling with Meth's still semi-limp cock with one hand and massaging his nuts with the other. After getting him hard again, Fred leaned forward and ran his tongue along Meth's hot nutsack, sucking off his cum that had landed there. He ran his tongue all over, basting Meth's hairy, low-hanging nuts with saliva. Fred scooped off an extra drop of cum that had oozed out of the top of his peehole with his tongue and then moved down towards his thighs. His tongue wormed in between Meth's testicles and inner thigh, and he licked his way down, lapping up his own streamers of cum. Moving down still further, he lapped up some of the shot that had dribbled down Meth's ankle and then wormed his tongue between his toes to catch what had landed there.
David was inspired by Fred's actions to clean up Redman in a similar manner. David scooped up the bit of cum that had struck Redman in the face and licked it off of his fingers seductively. He then licked off what had fallen on Redman's t-shirt. Bending down, he swirled his tongue around the tip of Redman's cock, coercing another droplet of cum to ooze out from his semi-erect penis. He moved down and sucked at the warm flesh of Redman's inner thigh and licked his way down to his hot toes, sucking up every drop of his still warm cum along the way. Upon reaching his feet, he lapped at his soles and in between his toes, licking up his seed and savoring the wonderful combination of a hot black foot and his own cum in his mouth.
The rappers started to feel less and less hesitant and asked Fred and David to turn around so they could assist in "washing" them. Both men were now nearly in a sixty-nine position. Meth, facing Fred's toes, reached forward and extended his tongue, lapping at Fred's soles and cleaning up his hot sperm. Redman did the same with David, sucking on his toes and sucking up his creamy load. After cleaning their feet, they inched their way up their hosts' bodies, slurping up the slimy juice that they had shot fifteen minutes before off their ankles, legs, and thighs. All the while, David and Fred were licking at Redman and Method Man's feet and legs, which had been cleaned already, but they couldn't resist.
All four men were in no time facing their partner's cock, and all four men were definitely hard from the heat of this oral action. Meth stuck his tongue and licked at Fred's hairy nuts that dangled in front of his face. Fred returned back to Meth's nuts and inhaled sharply at the awesome scent of another guy, especially another guy who had already cum. He sank his mouth as far down as he could on Meth's thick pole, all the while playing with nuts in his right hand and gripping onto the base of his cock with his left. David had by this time devoured Redman's cock, delighting in the taste of another man's most private area and the hot aroma of a recently jacked off guy's crotch. Redman hesitated for a second and then slipped his lips over David's white cock, fiddling with his nuts the way Fred was toying with Meth's. Meth, meanwhile, had moved from Fred's nuts and took in all of Fred's cock, something he had never envisioned himself doing, ever. The rappers were both majorly turned on by their partner's musky odors, which caused them to suck on their poles with increased vigor.
The four men were now engaged in two hot sixty-nines. Fred's lips slipped up and down Meth's thick sausage while the Wu-Tang Clan member's lips worked up and down the singer's meaty pole. David worked his mouth around Redman's fat prick while the famous rapper bobbed his head up and down on the sexy drummer's cock. Even though they had just come not twenty minutes ago, all four men were in no short time poised to shoot wads again.
This was Method Man and Redman's first experience with sucking cock, and they couldn't help but feel a slight notion of guilt. After all, they knew this was wrong for many reasons. Religious reasons aside, they knew David was married and that Fred was a notorious player, and even still, they themselves were fans of the ladies, and yet here they were, sucking cock and having their own dicks sucked! When they woke up that morning, neither man had any idea that they'd be doing anything like this later that day. This experience was undeniably pretty wild, and both men were very surprised at not only finding the taste of male feet hot, but they sorta liked the taste and feeling of cum in their mouths, and sucking on their long poles was pretty cool, too.
It was with these conflicting feelings that Meth and Redman began to feel that very familiar feeling in their crotches again. They sucked harder on their hosts' cocks as the pressure built up in their loins. The increase in the intensity of sucking the two white men's dicks caused them to increase their sucking, in turn, which got the two rappers hotter, and the cycle repeated until Meth and Redman came at the same time. With a final thrust, the two hot black rappers blasted their suck-partner's mouths with delicious, creamy manjuice, nearly as forcefully as the first time they had shot that evening. Shot after shot of jizz landed in Fred and David's mouths as Meth and Redman doled out another generous helping of their seed. The two white men were able to swallow nearly all of it, a difficult task given the girth and length of the two black cocks they had been stimulating. All that they could not swallow collected on the sides of their mouths, yet they continued to suck on their bones in an effort to draw out every last bit of cum from the rappers' pulsating cocks.
Fred and David followed up promptly with their climaxes. The two hot rockers grunted and pumped their cum into the waiting rappers' mouths. The rappers eagerly swallowed all the two hot white dudes had to offer them, and they delighted in the slightly nutty flavor of their offering. The rappers managed to swallow all of their thick, creamy loads, and did so with delight. They had decided that second time around that cum was even better as it shot out their hosts' irritated cockholes and into their hungry mouths. They sucked deep and long on their bones, extracting as much cum as possible before finally slipping their lips off the slowly limping white penises.
The four men lay flushed and exhilarated on the bed, totally spent. They spent much of the post-orgasm time running their fingers across their partners' bodies. Redman's fingers traced over David's chest and one pierced nipple while David's fingers groped at Redman's limp penis. Meth ran his hands underneath Fred's shirt, caressing his hairy chest, while Fred ran his hands up and down Meth's thighs. Black fingers traced across expanses of prime white flesh. White hands ran up and down nicely chiseled black bodies. No one said anything for twenty minutes, all that they wanted to express was communicated through their touching each other. In hardly any time at all, four pairs of hands gravitated once more towards slowly growing cocks.
Fred was the one to break the silence this time. "Hey Dave, you know what would be wicked right now?"
"What?"
"Getting raped by two hot black guys."
"I totally agree, dude. I'd love to feel a thick black sausage tearing up my ass while I moan like a little white bitch."
Method Man and Redman took this as their cue to jump into action. Fred and David spread their legs wide open, revealing their assholes to their guests. Method Man lubricated Fred's hole by licking his index and middle and inserting into his tight cavity. Redman did the same, slicking two fingers and working them in and out of David's hole. After the fingerfucking was done, both rappers positioned their hard cocks against their hosts' assholes and, on Meth's count, plunged them in simultaneously.
Fred and David moaned with a unique combination of pain and pleasure as they felt the two thick fuckpoles enter their asses. They cried out, as David said, like little white bitches at the sensation of a cock moving in and out of their rectums. The two rockers relaxed their anal cavities at the same time the rappers pushed their cocks in. Once they had gotten situated to the feeling, Fred and David pushed out again in time with Meth and Redman slipping their cocks out. This repeated until Method Man and Redman had established a rhythm; in time, both white men worked their muscles in time with the rappers' thrusting in and out of their tight holes.
Anyone walking by the room at that moment would've heard the sounds of four men, two moaning in agony and ecstasy, and two gasping as they slid their rigid poles in and out of their assholes. One could never have guessed that all four men were big names on the popular music charts, that two of them were famous rappers, and the other two were members of equally famous rap-metal bands. Surely, this would have been a sight to behold had anyone decided to walk in on them just now. None of the men cared, however; they were all too busy enjoying this wicked hot experience.
Method Man and Redman had pounded their fair share of cunts in their lifetimes, but this was a completely different experience. The sphincter muscles of the two men grabbed their cocks, and when they pulled out, it was like the sphincter was letting go. It was a unique sensation, having their cocks seized by the tight muscles of the white men's asses and then released as they pushed out. Their cocks leaked precum for a third time that evening inside Fred and David's asses. Meanwhile, Fred and David were rock hard once more and leaking precum. They were both bound to shoot without even having their cocks touched, but they decided to maximize their pleasure and started fisting themselves furiously in time with Meth and Redman's assault on their assholes.
It was only a matter of time before all four men started to cum again. Meth felt the tension in his privates and began to thrust even faster, which caused Fred to jerk himself off faster. He pounded Fred's warm, tight hole and with one final glorious plunge forward, shot a volley of cum inside Fred's ass. Fred moaned with pleasure at feeling his insides fill up with hot, slimy ejaculation, and the very notion of this hot black rapper pumping cum up his ass caused Fred to spill his seed on himself. He orgasmed shortly after, causing his seed to land on his already stained t-shirt.
Redman was next to shoot. He grabbed onto David's hips and poked his prostate muscle with his long black cock. His nuts drew up tight beneath him as he came for the third time that night, stuffing David's ass with his creamy, salty offering. The feeling of being filled with hot man spunk caused David to cum as well. His load shot more forcefully than Fred's, landing on his chin and neck and dribbling out onto his hand. David and Redman's orgasms simultaneously subsided, and in a matter of seconds, they were spent.
Method Man and Redman collapsed on top of their hosts, completely worn out. They stuck their tongues out and lapped up Fred and David's jism from their chests. Both their cocks still up their assholes, Meth and Redman stuck their tongues in Fred and David's respective mouths. For five minutes, the four men battled with their tongues, black lips pressed against rosy red lips, swapping saliva that was flavored with the cum and foot flavor of two men. The four men broke their kiss when they heard a knock on the door. Fred hastily got dressed and answered the door.
A handsomely dressed bellboy stood on the other side of the door. He was roughly five-foot-ten with jet-black hair, blue eyes, and a small goatee. He was dressed in the R______ hotel attire, a black buttoned vest, a white collared button-up shirt, and dark dress slacks and shoes. He was holding a bottle of champagne in his hands. "Compliments of the hotel, Mr. Durst."
Fred graciously accepted the bottle of Asti Spumanti. "Thank you, Jorge," he said, squinting to read the attractive bellhop's nametag.
"No problem, sir. By the way, I heard some unusual noises, like screaming or moaning, coming from around this area of the hallway. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine. Except there's one problem that I need taken care of," Fred said, looking down to imply his freshly stiffening cock.
The puzzled bellboy barely had time to figure out he was talking about before he was dragged into the room. "It's in the, uh, bedroom," winked Fred, escorting the bellboy into the bedroom with the bottle of champagne. The bellboy's jaw dropped at the sight of three naked men, all of whom he could recognize, lying naked on the bed.
"Got a few minutes?" Fred asked the bellboy as he began to unbutton his vest. "This problem could, uh, take awhile."