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Eminem's POV
I fucking hate planes. Cars are good, boats are good, but planes fucking suck. The only good thing-it means being in a confined space with Justin for 15 � hours.
We considered flying commercial, but quickly decided against the idea, and flew private.
I don't have a jet of my own, and neither does Justin, so we borrowed Dre's.
Dre was cool with it, but he told us no sex on the plane.
That lasted less than an hour.
The inside of his jet is massive, predominantly in the center of the jet is a large leather sectional, and a table. After getting some drinks from the onboard flight attendant waitress, we sat on the couch and in about twenty minutes we were passionately making out.
Unless we hit the buzzer, we never saw the flight attendants, so we figured there was no point in having to take it to the bathroom, so we stayed right there on the couch.
I didn't notice Justin's hand had worked itself into the front my jeans until he started to undo the button.
Yes Justin has changed me that much, no more sweatpants and plain white tee, it's jeans and a slightly nicer shirt, at the least.
I slid my hands down his back and my fingers into his waistband, firmly gripping his ass.
I am disappointed when Justin takes his hand off of my cock, and surprised when I feel him massaging my ass.
I am even more surprised as Justin starts rubbing my ass with his left hand, as well as rubbing my asshole with the finger of his right.
"Mmmm, babe, what are you doing?" I ask him quietly, seductively.
Rather than answer my question with words, he pushes the end of his finger just inside my ass.
It's different... I don't like different.
I stop rubbing his ass and grab his right wrist, the one fingering me, with my left hand.
"Seriously Justin, what are you doing?"
Justin rubs his finger in a circle, tracing the outside of my virgin hole, "C'mon Marsh, let's just try it..."
"Look... I might have gone gay for you... But that is too far..."
Justin didn't back away from my gaze, nobody looks me in the eye when I tell them no...
Justin gives me a hard look and then states in a low voice, "I wasn't really asking."
Nigga-da fuck?
Did this little bitch just talk back to Slim Motherfucking Shady?
"Did you forget you are talking to Slim Shady?" I aksed.
Justin slides his hands out of my waistband and pulls his chest into my own, "I'm not talking to Slim Shady, I haven't for a long time. I am talking to Marshall, I'm talking to my boyfriend."
I grin and give him a little kiss before I feel a finger entering my ass again.
What the fuck?
He was in to about the middle knuckle if his pointer finger, and I have to admit, it feels kind of good...
"Mmmm, okay we can try it... But you're still the bitch in our relationship." I say, with a small smile.
"Of course," he replied, "wouldn't have it any other way," he says, and I smile.
He moves from being in front of me, to on his knees behind me and I take a quick breath in shock when I feel Justin's tongue pressing itself against my hole, begging for access.
I relax and I feel his warm tongue start to work itself in my tight hole and I moan in pleasure.
I start rubbing my raging boner, but not enough to really get going, I want to make this last.
Justin stops licking my ass and there is a pause for a moment (While Justin lubes his own dick) and then i can feel the head of his cock pressing against my virgin hole.
It starts to slide in and I moan and lean forward more, giving myself over to my boyfriend.
"Mmmm.... Fuck, Justin...."
Justin doesn't respond but he speeds his pace up, and inserts the full length of his eight inch cock into my ass.
His thighs are steady smacking my ass, and he leans down and wraps his arms around me, his right hand rubbing my raging cock.
We are both getting sweaty and Justin's left hand is massaging my chest.
Justin starts rubbing my cock even faster, as if he knew I was close, and my load blows all over his hand, my chest, and the couch.
Right on queue Justin's own cum starts spurting into my ass, and he stops fucking me and he pulls his softening cock from my cum filled ass and he kisses my sweaty back.
I stand up, and turn around; I grab him, pulling him into my arms and kiss him, rubbing my hands down his sweat-slicked back muscles.
I can feel Justin melting into the kiss, and it is a few minutes before I finally break it and ask, "Want to go into the `bedroom' and get cleaned up and dressed?"
"I like the cleaned up part... and even though I don't like it, I guess we have to get dressed since this is not your plane..."
I laugh and we walk to the other room.
We dressed and walked into back into the main room. We found the room cleaned and straightened up. We laughed because they had to clean all of the sweat and cum off of the couch after Dre told us no sex on the plane.
They didn't mention it to us as we got off the plane however, and I figured Dre probably had bitches on his jet before anyways, and they were used to it.
Justin was looking around and he said, "I haven't ever been to Rio before."
"Yeah, it's alright... We had to fly here because there is no airport on the island. Everybody has to fly to Rio and then drive a boat about two miles off of the coast."
"Awesome, I love boats... you said everybody?"
"Huh?"
"You said `everybody' who comes to the island... I thought it was a private island?"
"Oh, it is. Mostly just celebrities and other famous people go to the island. I am not sure but I think there are a few others there now."
"You know who?"
"I know for a fact Zac Efron and Dave Franco went to the island a couple days ago, so they are most likely still there. But aside from them I don't know, maybe nobody."
"Sounds awesome."
I took Justin's hand in mine and we walked over to the black Escalade waiting just outside the airstrip.
I opened the back door for Justin, and got in after he did.
We made small talk with the driver but really just told him where we were headed. It was a relatively short drive, only a few minutes, and we were pulling up to a boat dock.
When we got out Justin looked at all of the speedboats and said "Damn, which one is his?"
"All of them," I replied nonchalantly.
"Fuck, this dude must be loaded..."
(By the way I don't actually have a specific person who own the island, so I guess just whoever floats your boat (Haha get it?) is okay. The owner will never actually be in the story I don't think...)
"Just go hop in whichever boat you want to take, and I'll go pay the dude who runs the dock."
Justin grinned like a little school girl and jumped into a fast-looking boat a few yards away.
I smiled a little to myself, and then paid for renting the boat.
I didn't know how long we were going to stay, so I just got the boat for 3 weeks.
When I went back over to the boat, and Justin, he offered, and practically begged, to drive.
I happily obliged and sat in the seat next to the drivers and put on my shades, after untying the boat from the dock.
I tossed Justin the keys and you could see his excitement as he started the engine.
It roared to life and Justin slammed it into gear, lurching the boat out onto open water.
I'm not going to lie, when he slammed the accelerator, I questioned my decision making skills.
My dumbass didn't even think to ask him if he had his boating license, but after the initial scare he wasn't a bad driver.
I relaxed noticeably, and he continued to speed up as we continued towards the island.
It was barely audible over the roar of the engine, but I heard Justin say, "Wow", when we got closer to the island.
And the island was `wow', I had only been to it once before, but it was even nicer than the last time.
Blue water, white beaches, and huge white buildings with dark black glass, and right in front of us was a huge dock with about six other boats, just as nice as the one we are in.
Justin eased up on the accelerator and we pulled up to the dock to see that Zac Efron (Age 27) and Dave Franco ( Age 29) were already on the dock.
They helped us tie up the boat and they told us that the guy i rented the boat from called and told them they were coming.
Zac offered his hand out to me, I shook it and he said, "I'm Zac, it's nice to meet you... " He hesitated probably not knowing which name to call me, "Marshall," I finished for him, "You can call me Marshall."
He smiled and said, "Nice to see you, Marshall," he looked over at Justin, "And the new boyfriend..."
Justin offered his own hand and said, "Justin,"
He shook it and said, "Zac, and this is my own boyfriend,Dave."
Dave smiled, and shook both of our hands.
"I thought it was a false rumor?" I asked them.
"It was... at first... But then I found out he actually was gay so..." Dave commented.
"Well I'm happy for you both," Justin announced.
"Thanks, bud. So how long are you guys staying?"
"We're not sure... As long as we want really."
"Then you're on the same boat as us, looks like we'll have to hang out while were here."
"Guess so, who else is staying here now?"
"Channing Tatum (Age 34), Brad Pitt (Age 51), Angelina Jolie (Who Cares), even David Beckham (Age 39)... oh, and uh," Zac casts a nervous glance towards Justin, "Selena (Again, Who Cares)..."
Justin looks away for a second but says "That's fine, we have been over each other for a long time now."
"Alright then, do you know which house you're staying at this time?"
"When I called he gave us number 7," I reply.
Zac looked surprised, "Number 7, damn." He looks at Justin, "You're gonna love that one."
I wrap my right arm around Justin and cup his ass in my hand as we walk to our new vacation home.
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