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He grinned, his white teeth glinting. God this kid was beautiful.
Then the elevator door dinged.
This time I was the one to leap up in shock. Getting caught would not be good! A loud voice rang down the hall.
"Yo! Where you at J-boy?"
JB's eyes grew big.
"Quick, get in the closet!"
Without a second thought I dashed across the room, wildly grabbing up my clothes and threw myself in the closet. A moment later the light in the room clicked on.
"Baby boy, whatcha doin? Sleepin' on a night like tonight? You should be paryin'!"
I heard JB start, then groan, as if he had just woken up from a restful sleep.
"Dude, I was sleeping."
The intruder let out a loud laugh. His words were a bit slurred and he sounded pretty drunk.
"Not anymore you aint."
JB responded with annoyance in his voice, I could tell he was trying to get the intruder out of his room as quick as possible.
"What do you want dude? I'm tired."
"Aw J-boy, you know what I want. I want you to make your sugar daddy happy. Think you can help me out baby?"
The crack between the two doors glowed yellow and I slowly snuck forward to press my eye against it. My mind was in a state of shock. But nonetheless I was curious...who was this guy? This guy who had the passcode to JB's room, who thought nothing of storming in on him asleep, who called himself JB's "sugar daddy"? As I pressed my eye against the slit, the scene became more clear. JB had managed to crawl under the covers and pulled them up to his chin, where he now lay, bleary eyed and blinking, a convincing `just woke up look' on his face. As I shifted my position, something came into my field of vision that I would never have expected. There, all five-foot eleven-inches, stood Usher. Yep, you heard me right, Usher. Pop sensation Usher. Mega-star R&B artist Usher.
There he stood, in black jeans and a black shirt, swaying back and forth. A crooked smile crept across his face. He had obviously had too much to drink, but there was a look in his eyes as he stared at JB that I couldn't understand. Like a carnivore stalking his prey.
"It's late man," JB moaned "I'm tired!"
"This isn't a request! And what did I tell you to call me boy?"
JB looked up at Usher, as if waiting to hear that it was all a joke, but that never came, so JB resigned himself to the inevitable.
"I'm sorry...daddy."
My mouth fell open. What the hell was going on here?! But I didn't have much time to think as Usher began to slowly unbutton his shirt. As each button fell open, more and more of his taughtly muscled physique came into view. His smooth chocolate collarbones, his rounded pecks and deep brown nipples, his defined abs. The shirt slipped off his back, revealing rippling shoulders and bulging biceps, and fell to the floor. But Usher didn't stop there. His hands went to his fly and began to unzip his pants. As his pants slipped off I began to see a light treasure trail, strong v-shaped muscles, and then, with a final tug, a huge tube flopped out of his jeans and smacked onto his thigh. My eyes grew as I inspected his cock. What struck me first was the size, that thing was massive! It hung lazily down swaying slowly. It was a very dark brown, almost pitch black, except for a pink circumcision scar which stretched its way around the girth, framing a deep red head.
"Now get on your knees and suck daddy's dick."
Suddenly it began to make sense. The appearance of JB, this young singer, seemingly from out of nowhere. His speedy acceptance into the music community. His meteoric rise to the top. And his lack of gag reflex too. Yes, Usher seemed to have taken a liking to the kid, but not in the way the public had assumed...no...it was much more personal.
I waited, holding my breath, to see what would happen next.
"Yes daddy."
And with that, it was decided. JB crawled slowly out of bed, his naked, milky white body glowing in the bright room, and knelt down before Usher. One hand reached out and grabbed Usher's low-hanging balls, while the other wrapped around his shaft and began to squeeze. As I watched I could see the dark cock starting to grow, first in length then in girth as well. Usher let out a guttural moan.
"Oh yea, that's my J-boy. Now suck it you lil' slut."
As I watched I could swear I saw JB's eyes glance in my direction, a silent apology. But little did he realize that this sight had made me extremely hard. Even though I had only just cum, my dick was throbbing again, begging for release.
Outside the closet another dick was begging for release, and JB was dutifully complying. He held the throbbing monster, which was now sticking straight out from Ushers body directly in front of his face, and gave it one last inspection. Then, with a final gasp for air, like a swimmer taking his last breath, he dove onto the throbbing pole. Inch after inch of dark chocolate shaft made its way down JB's throat. Usher let out a load groan.
"Yea son! Take that dick, boy! Mmmmm...I miss this mouth when I'm gone too long."
JB sucked all but two or three inches into his throat, then quickly reversed direction. As he pulled himself off the shaft, he left it wet and gleaming with saliva. The veins on Usher's deep brown pole were highlighted and glistened powerfully. JB pulled his head back so far that his lips only lightly kissed the tip of the spongy red head, suctioned around the flared piss slit. Then just as quickly, he went back to where he had come from, his lips stretching tighter and tighter as he slid up the chocolate rod.
Justin's bobbing head continued to piston, the perfect blowjob, but his eyes told another story. As he worked, his eyes would flit over to the closet in which he knew I was hiding. He seemed to know that I was watching his humiliation and his face grew progressively redder. I knew that he was embarrassed, but there was something about his embarrassment that, despite what I'd like to think, really turned me on. Here was JB, a self-confessed cock lover, getting one of the biggest dicks I had ever seen. No matter how much his eyes said "no!" I knew...as did Usher...that this was exactly what the little slut needed.
The slurping noises grew louder, and Usher began to mumble to himself, growing louder. I knew what was coming.
"Oh yea. Fuck yea. God damn! America thinks you're a good lil' singer, but if they only knew what the fuck else you could do with that throat! You'd never sing another fuckin' word. Pretty lil' mouth would be too stuffed with cocks to make a sound."
Usher reached down, grabbed two fistfuls of JB's hair and began shoving his head even further down his now grotesquely huge dick. The veins pulsed violently and the whole beast leapt with each of Usher's heartbeats, smacking noisily against the roof of JB's mouth. Biceps flexing, Usher pushed JBs head further and further down on his cock until JB's lips were buried in his short curly pubic hair. JB gagged violently and his eyes began to water. But Usher didn't stop for a moment, if anything the tears that were now streaming down JB's face only encouraged him and he picked up speed, skullfucking the boy like I'd never seen. I began to feel sorry for JB, until my eyes drifted downward and landed on his penis. His dick was rock hard, all pale five uncut inches of it pointing straight out, dripping a pearly strand of precum from the tip to the floor. The little slut was getting off on this!
Usher picked up even more speed, thrusting so hard his muscled buttocks became a blur. His cock driving in and out of JB's mouth at speeds I would have never thought possible.
"Aaaaaa...yea J-boy. You ready for daddy's cum? You want this fuckin' sexy nigga's jizz all down in pretty lil' mouth of yours? Coatin' that million-dollar throat? Well here it comes ya' lil' slut!"
With that Usher pulled JB's head all the way down his cock and held it there. JB's nose was buried in his wiry pubes, his chin shoved into his now tightening ball sack. Usher's whole body began to flex, beads of sweat rolling down his neck, chest and abs. He let out an animal yell. His hips bucked and JB began gagging even harder now. I could only imagine the flood of cum that was rushing into JB's mouth, as I watched his barely visible Adam's apple bob up and down as he attempted to swallow it all down.
"Look at daddy while you eat his baby-juice boy!"
JB looked up at Usher, his wet eyes wide. But he must have lost his rhythm swallowing because he suddenly gagged harder and a stream of while liquid dripped out his nose.
Usher shivered and JB gulped down the rest of the cum.
"Damn J-boy, lemme tell you, THIS...is one less lonely dick!"
Usher burst out in laughter over his terrible joke. He released his death-grip on JB's hair and JB slowly pulled himself off of Usher's already deflating, slimy dick. JB wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and began to stand up but Usher stopped him.
"No, no J-boy. You know the drill."
Reluctantly JB knelt back down, stuck out his tongue, and began to slowly clean the jizz and phlegm off the slippery, floppy cock. He used his soft pink tongue to lick up all he could, guiding the muck to the dangling tip then scooping in off into his ever-hungry mouth. When his dick was sufficiently cleaned, Usher reached down for his jeans and pulled them quickly over himself. He grabbed his shirt and threw it over his shoulder.
"Thanks J-boy."
And with that he left the room. Leaving JB kneeling on the floor sweaty, face flushed, and pale cock still hard as a nail.
I heard the door slam, then hesitantly stepped out of the closet. JB's head flicked in my direction, almost as if he had forgotten that I was there.
"I'm sorry you had to see that...I don't usually..."
"Don't worry dude, I thought it was fucking hot!"
"...really? You didn't think it was weird?"
"No way dude, that was crazy awesome!"
A mischievous smile slowly crept across JB's face. He wiped a bit of stray cum from his chin and licked it up. He looked up at me and slowly bit his pillowy lower lip.
"Well if you thought that was hot...there's a lot more where that came from."
He slowly stood, glancing down at my throbbing cock, grinning and licking his lips.
"And I can tell you want it...so, you got a car?"