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Through all the Congratulations, Chris Brown finally made his way past the crowd of fellow Celebrities/Fans backstage with his precious Grammy, but that wasn't all awaited for him. He was stopped before walking into his Dressing Room by Manager with a pull to his sleeve.
Manager: Wait! Hold on there Son!
Chris: Oh yeah man! (gives him a big hug) Thanks for everything man! I love you!
Manager: I know, I love you too man! We did it, but hold on, before you go in, I got something else to tell you.
Chris: Whats up mane?
Manager: (Hesitates) Hold on. (runs away)
Chris looked at him crazy, and just walked in to where he got his first surprise. Hotrod, his hot Boyfriend on the low that does porn that's laying on his half squared couch, legs open with a large bowe and a present over his pelvis. Chris Locks the door behind him immediately and looks back at him.
Chris: Well... (choked up in his lust; walks towards him) What do we have here..
Hotrod: Your Grammy present, baby. Come and unwrap it.
Chris: (comes to him; kiss him on the lips passionately; undo the bowe) You know, I could wait until later to do so.
Hotrod: (Quickly) No! (his large 10inch cock is revieled; bounces it up and down) It would get cold.
While they kissed as Hotrod got his dick jerked and undoing his pants, Chris openned his eyes and kept looking over towards the wall as if somebody was there. Chris raised up and looked with his dick lingering out his dress pants, nervously.
Chris: WHO THERE!? (No answer) Fuck was you looking at Babe.. (leaning back for another kissing session)
Hotrod didn't answer after breaking the kiss, running his fingers down Chris' already sweaty body to the base of Chris' cock, taking his sagging semi-hard cock in for some wet oral sex. Chris threw his head back.
Chris: Fuck....
He looked down at Hotrod's unattended dick in starvation. He immediately pulled his vest off, tossing it behind him, bent down, taking his pants off along with his shoes, and leaned down enough to expose his tightening pink hole to whatever is behind him with Hotrod to initiate while smacking those fat rounded cheeks, and licking his fingers every time he aimed towards the hole, and dig deep into it. Chris moaned to the feel but rose up to get his dick sucked again but now able to slowly collaps over Hotrod enough to lean and go down on him, too.
As good as a 69 was to Hotrod, he decided to speed things up a little. He pushed Chris further then expected and he ended up laying on his neck and the right side of his face looking at the door with his arse up in the air like an open target waiting for a missile.
Chris: Ohh I see. You ready for that ass, ain't you?
Hotrod: (smacks his ass with strength) Shut the fuck up!
Chris: (moans) Ooohh I like that.
Chris then saw the empty magnum fly beside him onto the floor, Hotrod's hand over the open side of his face as the penetration began. 4.5 inches in and Chris was whining like a bitch.
Hotrod: (through his teeth; puts pressure on hand) Shut the fuck up! Only half way in bitch (thrusts) Take this dick!
Chris kept his moaning to a limit. Hotrod licked both his middle and index fingers and shoved themin Chris' hungry mouth as he tore his rectum to pieces. Chris turned on his side. Hotrod lifted his leg to show Chris what he's doing to him.
Chris: Yeah man! Uhhhh! Fuck! Fuck my pretty cunt! Yeah! Stuff my pretty cunt! Uhhhh!
For tease, Hotrod pulled out and started long stroking. Chris couldn't handle it and for more tightness, Hotrod closed Chris' legs and start fucking him even harder. He leaned over to Chris' face and made out with the R&B singer.
With both their eyes closed, lost in the sex, Chris heard somebody's ass get smack and it wasn't his and Hotrod moaned into Chris' mouth. Hotrod broke the kiss.
Chris: What was that baby?
Hotrod: This.
Hotrod pulled out of Chris and told him to sit in the center of the half square couch with both his ankles behind his ears.
Hotrod: Fuck a birthday cake. I'mma get me more of that Grammy cake right here. (smacks his ass) Solid gold ass here man.
Hotrod wasted no more time and put it back to work. Chris let his legs sit against each of Hotrod's shoulders as he held onto the sofa behind him taking all 9inchs.
Chris: Daaaammmmmmmmnnnnnnn mannn! Uh! Fuck my ass!
Chris couldn't deal with his aching dick but as soon as he started stroking Hotrod already pulled out. With a "pop" sound, he whipped the condom off, and squirted all over the R&B singer's $22 million face. Cream shot from the top of the skull down to Chris' juicy pink lips. Hotrod hopped on top of him and thrust in and out of those cushion like lips. When finished he pulled out. Chris lapped his tongue down the dick to Hotrod's balls. Suck the man juices out of his pelvis.
After Chris took one of Hotrod's balls out of his mouth, Hotrod lowered himself over Chris' dick and aimed it straight into his ass, taking 8inched of him slowly before riding that freeway. His ass bounced on that sofa to a rhythm that took Chris a long time to get use to.
Hotrod: (moans) Yeah. Get some of this hot raw ass.
Chris smacked it as they continued to fuck. Chris was getting close, and closer, and closer, and exploads in the booty cheeks of Hotrod. Loud grunts, long high thrusts, asses squeezing. All came out in foam as Hotrod decided to keep a flowing while Chris caught a breather, but Chris opened his eyes to a big surprised.
Recuperating, Chris opened his eyes in shock as he sees a long cut piece of dick lay in his face with a camera above it.
Guy: Say "Please"!
Chris: HUH! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?
Chris was so shocked he pushed Hotrod right off of him onto the floor in front of him. He stood up to see to very hung and good looking guys with cameras saying "Hello" and laughing to the now confused Chris.
Chris: WHAT THE FUCK GOING ON!? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS!? GUARDS!!
Chris looked towards the door but now to the exit to see Hotrod running with not only his own cloths but with Chris' cloths also with another guy next to him who's fully clothed. Chris runs to them but one of the guys blocked him as he stroked himself to the bare naked, sweaty, cum cover R&B singer.
Chris: (upset; silently) Yo what the fuck is going on man? Who are you guys?
Guy in front of him: Well. I'm King Dingo and that guy standing over there that had his dick in your face is --
Chris: Phat Daddy?
King: Oh, so you know us?
Chris: Now I do. (pushes him) The fuck you want from me?
Phat: (Grips his booty) That wet bed you promised us.
Chris: (smacks his hand) Fuck you mean?
King: Oh your Manager didn't tell you?
Phat: Damn. He really is a bad manager.
Chris: Fuck you mean? He's the reason why I am who I am today. He's the reason (grabs it) why I got this Grammy!
Phat: and he's the reason why we're here today. He made a deal with us the other day playing poker and if he's such a good manager, then why he put you up for bet saying you wouldn't win this Grammy huh?
King: Yeah. He said the odds were against you and even you knew you wouldn't win. So he bet your ass to us.
Phat: (grabs Chris' chin; in a deep persuasive sexy tone) We had hope for you. We knew you would win this Grammy. So we bet you would, and if you did, we'd get that wet bed you were talking about on your album, but if you didn't, we'd pay him how much your net worth is. (looks to King Dingo) Would've been a lot of porn right? (chuckles)
King: (chuckles with him) Would've been a lot of porn but now, we don't have to worry. We crossed paths with your "boyfriend" after the bet, while he was screwing his friend London D over there that helped us record your whole scene. Couldn't even stop sucking me while we were filming man. Almost blew our cover.
Phat: (shakes his head) Oh yeah, and if you don't pull through, we'll put your sex tape on the internet.
King: and (mock's Chris' "Deuces") "Say bye-bye" to your fan base, the respect from others, and all to come.
Chris was lost and confused. All was happening too fast. Had no time to think as Phat Daddy and King Dingo packed their cameras up, ready to go. They looked over to Chris who stood in the same spot for a while lost in translations. Both grew impatient.
King: Have it your way man.
They both headed out until Phat Daddy felt Chris' hand on his shoulder. He turned around to Chris Brown all over him. With his tongue down his throat, and arm around his neck, Phat Daddy picked Chris up by his legs and made their way out like a married couple to the car.
King: (laughs) Always putting your heart into shit.
Phat Daddy didn't care `cause before he knew it he was tossing the covers from King's bed, shoving Chris Brown down into the mattress, climbing over him for another long sweet kiss while King freshened up in the bathroom for an unpredictable 3-way.
Phat: Damn I waited so long for this.
Chris: (laughed) Never had an R&B singer before?
Phat: Not a famous one.
They looked into each other's eyes and kissed. Chris mind raced back to when they were in the car. When he started tearing up, upset about the whole situation, trying to hide it too, Phat Daddy knew how he felt, and leaned in for a long affectionate hug. Chris broke the kiss and leaned straight forward to swallow Phat's whole semi hard cock down his wet throat. Phat held his head and thrust in and out slowly and collapsed of Chris' face and started face fucking him. The bed was shaking and the head boards started knocking. King walked out of the bathroom.
King: Damn, started fucking without me?
King saw Phat all over Chris' chest, knowing Chris was deep into Phat's pelvis having all 11.5 inches down to his throat, King decided to do something nice for Chris. He walked towards the bed, climbed over Chris, grabbed his dick, and shoved it into his mouth. Chris' toes curled while he moaned on Phat's dick and both his knees rose as if he was going into missionary. King turned sat on his side and started playing with himself inside of his draws.
After a while, Phat took his dick out of Chris' throat when he started choking, gasping for air. After Chris' head went from red back to normal, Phat grabbed the head boards and sat his boy cunt over Chris' face, making him eat him out. King at the same time took Chris' dick out his mouth, stuck his long finer into his mouth, and carved it into Chris' ass causing him to moan even more which made Phat vibrate from the moaning.
Phat: Shit man. (moans) Fuck.
Phat got off of Chris' face and got off the bed while King continued to finger Chris. Chris turned over, moaning obsessively as he grabbed the pillows under him for life and as soon as King was about to get a mouth full of ass, Phat disrupts him.
Phat: Yo bro. Get the hand cuffs for me man.
King: Shit man.
King ran to get the handcuffs from the other side of the house where his room is. Chris started getting scared and held onto the pilled until he felt something moist, something wet, something long snake up the crack of his ass.
Phat: (spits in his ass) Just how I like my ass. Nice (kisses it), hairless (kisses it again), and tender.
That's when Phat moved his tongue so deep into of Chris, slowly with so much tease that Chris hit the highest note in his life. He curled to get away but Phat wasn't having that. He held onto those Grammy cakes and ate got himself a nice dessert.
With his Grammy Award Winning album F.A.M.E. now playing in the background, Chris starred at the Grammy on the dresser in front of him while he felt each of his hands being handcuffed to a bar in the headboards and only his legs being free.
Phat stopped eating his ass and stood up while his brother poor lube all over his hands. Phat put some on his dick and the rest on Chris' edible looking ass.
Phat: Can't believe I ate that ass dude. Taste like candy. (smacks it as it giggles)
King: Oh really? Well so will my dick.
King poured a different type of lube on his piece. The edible cherry flavored lube. Chris watched him as Phat Daddy told him to get on his knees and arch that ass. After doing so, he felt Phat's long 11.5 inches work its way inside of him.
Chris: Mmmmmhhh.. Mmmmmm
Phat: Damn.
Chris: (wines) Ooooohhhh... Uhhh.
Phat finally got inside and started thrusting away at the hips. Chris moaned silently to the feel of thrust and a snake crawling inside of him he started throwing it back. King sat in front of Chris with his dick sticking straight up Chris immediately thrown his head down on it. King threw his head back as he comfortable for a while. Phat was thrusting so hard, Chris laid his body down for comfort and Phat started laying it on him. Chris arched his ass back up for more sensations.
Going at it for an hour, and King couldn't hold it anymore. He pulled out of Chris' mouth, stood up and nutted all over Chris' face and the sheets that were starting to get damped. It was so much nutt it coated Chris' face, and they weren't even done yet.
Phat still had his prick up Chris. Since King got off the bed, there's less weight, and the bed was shaking even more and Phat wanted more. He grabbed Chris, leaned him on his side in front of him and fucked him even harder. He pulled Chris' leg up and got even more deeper, and deeper. So deep he kept punching the most tender spot in Chris' ass that had him going bizerk!
Chris: Uhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Keep going!
Phat: Yeah! That's your spot isn't it?
Chris! Uhh!
Phat: Go ahead. Bust it!
It was nothing but a word to Chris. His eyes rolled back, his ass muscles tightened, his toes curled, and spurs of cum landed on the bed sheets. Phat continued to mangle that tightened ass until -
Phat: Oh fuck! Uhh!
Phat pilled out and jerked his meat until cum was flying everywhere. He then put it back inside Chris and fucked him a little more until he was short out of breath. He pulled out and lied next to him. Chris thought he had a break until he felt King grab him by both ankles and hauled him back into doggy style position. It's different this time `cause Chris is taking 12.5 inches this time., but he thought "Hey. If I got down my throat, and took 11.5, he wouldn't be different." It was hella different since King's dick is fatter then his brother Phat Daddy's dick. Phat Daddy watched as King spared no time to wreck Chris' booty cakes. He even turned around while still side of Chris and fucked him while doing a handstand. Phat stroked himself as he got hot again from here Chris' sexy toned voice.
Phat: Damn baby. Now I see why you sing so good.
King went back to the regular doggy style but Chris laid on his chest again and King was all over him. Phat started rolling fat blunts. By the time he rolled the third one up Chris already came twice and King was spurring inside of Chris a good 2 times. As soon as he lit his, King reach his climax and this time decided to pull out.
King: Uhhh uhhh!!
Shot after shot all over Chris' ass cheeks now icing the outside of those hunny buns. The bed was now squeaking, dented, wrecked, and soaking wet. King released him from the handcuffs after recovering and Chris lied his head on the pillows while watching Phat smoking one.
Chris: (chuckles) Shit. Can I get an L my nigga?
Phat: (blows) You smoke?
Chris: Hell yeah. Pass me one.
Phat Daddy lit one and passed it to Chris. Chris sat up and smoked with Phat Daddy and King Dingo and they all smoked for a little bit, chilled for a bit, fooled around. Chris started making out with Phat Daddy again but stopped,, looked to King Dingo, and filled him in for what he's been missing. King was impressed. Now Chris wanted something else in return.
Chris: Let's see y'all kiss?
King: What? Nigga you done lost your mi-
And that's when Phat Daddy just laid one of King Dingo. It took a minute but King broke out of it.
King: That was good.. but umm.... We ain't doing that shit no more. Hell fucking naw.
Phat: Fine by me. (smooches with Chris)
Chris: That was so hot though. Would love to see that in y'all DVDs.
King (gets a phone call): You outside? Alright. I'll let you in. (hangs up) I'll be back.
Chris looked to Phat and he was just as puzzled. Then in walked London D. smooching all over King. He didn't give a fuck anymore. He had some good sex, smoking a loud, having a good convo, wasn't letting it fuck his night up, but it started for London when he seen him.
London: Fuck you still doing here?
Chris: Don't worry about it.
Phat: yeah. Don't worry about it.
That's when Chris and Phat Daddy started kissing again. It looks like London wanted to be the first between Phat Daddy and King Dingo.
King: Shit idk about y'all but this nigga horny as hell. (strokes himself)
Phat: (chuckles to Chris) Aight aight bro. We leaving.
Chris: (while passing London) Still taking my leftovers?
That sent London off the wall and he started going off while both Phat and King broke them apart before fighting. To shut him up, King started tearing London's cloths off his back. Phat Daddy and Chris watched as London was stripped naked before them, shoved on the bed like Phat Daddy did Chris and slammed the door in their face.
King: Goodnight!
Phat Daddy and Chris just walked to Phat's bedroom. First thing they did was find the ash tray and they chilled in Phat's bed. Chris got comfortable, but so comfortable his vibe started to change and Phat noticed while Chris lied in his bed and he sat on the edge of it.
Phat: So how do you feel about all that's happened?
Chris: Honestly I can't believe it. It's just overwhelming, you know? So much to suck in.
Phat: How about this? (stands up; dick aimed at Chris) This too much to suck in.
Chris: (blows smoke; chuckles) We'll see.
Chris started sucking him off again for a while until Chris stopped and Phat Daddy let himself in the bed as they smooched away. Chris then climbed above Phat Daddy while kissing him.
Phat: (laughs) Whatchu doin baby? (grips Chris ass cheeks)
Chris: (grabs one of Phat Daddy's fitted hates) `Bout to show you how I Cat Daddy, Daddy.
Phat Daddy laughed as Chris inserted his chunky chico stick back inside of him and started riding him smoothly. Phat Daddy rose both knees and started going at the rhythm Chris is going jointing a sex that has so much Fortune, making solid gold love.
iiiEnd!!!
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