The Mad Method of Durst 2
Disclaimer: First off if you are under 18 or it is illegeal to view this type of material then you need to leave. And I use celebrities in this particular story. In no way does this story claim to state the sexual perferences of the characters ( no matter how much I wish). Because if it did, D'Angelo would be first up. This is fantasy. So enjoy.For anyone who wants to shout out and say hey, give comments or whatever....hit me off at blaxmax20@excite.com...
Part 2
A week later-
Fred Durst, front man for the crazy cool band known as Limp Bizkit, was in his crib doing sit up. He was really working up a sweat. And his body heat had heated the room up. Ocassionally, he would stop and wipe his face and chest with a towel. Just as he was about to get back to doing sit ups; his phone ranged. Fred hopped up and headed to the phone. "Whass up," Fred heaved heavially into the telephone. "Hey my man," Meth shouted back into the phone. Instantly, Fred's legs got weak and he sat down in a chair. "Party tonight..you want to come.....to the party," Method Man joked. "Yeah man of course...whose is it," Fred spoke while unconsciously rubbing his nipples. "L.L. Cool J for his album release (just a few people)," Method stated matter of factly. "Sounds like a date," Fred blurted out wishing he had not said it afterward. Method Man just giggled a little and hung the telephone up.
Fred heart was beating. He could vividly remember about a week ago. Meth came over and hooked him up with some sex. And Fred thought that maybe it would just be a one time thing but here was Method Man calling him. So they were going out that night.
After hours of getting groomed and stressing over what he should wear. Fred was dressed in his tan khaki pants and a Limp Bizkit t-shirt. Fred watched himself in the mirror and gave himself a smile but sexy smile. He thought to himself: I did this all for the nookie. Then there was a knock on the door. Fred ran to the door and almost tripped over a table. But he made it there in one pice. He opened the door and there stood Method Man all deck out in a complete black jean suit with his corn rolls. "What up Fred...Lets get out of here," Method spoke while turning to head to the car. Fred stepped out the door and turned to lock it. Bracing himself, he walked to Meth's car and got in. Sitting in the back was Red Man. Red Man had the goofiest smile on his face. He had definitely been smoking some serious weed because the car reeked of it. The car started and they headed out on the road.
They rode in silence. Method Man would barely look at Fred. Fred wondered if by them getting thier freak on...it might make things wierd for them. The only noise that could be heard was from Red Man. Every once in a while, Red Man would spit out a wicked rhyme. Fred got bored so he threw a rhyme out himself. And the two kept throwing a rhyme out. This took place till they arrived at the party. The part was taking place in a converted warehouse. As they entered the door, a gang of fan came up to them and introduced themselves. They spent about 10 minutes trying to get through the crowd of fans and then they finally arrived there.
At a table in the middle of the floor, LL Cool J sat there with his crew. And milling around the room, Fred saw Eminem and D'Angelo conversating. Meth, Fred, and Red moved towards LL Cool J's table to give him props on his new work. LL saw them coming and he instantly cleared space for them at the table. They sat down and watched while fan after fan came to LL Cool J. They did idle chatter about wanting to work with one another then about tour and things coming up. Suddenly, Red Man busted out laughing. The laughter was so loud that it drew D'Angelo and Eminem over to the table. "Whats so funny," LL Cool J spoke looking at him weirdly. "I just gotta know...Fred did you let Method Man bust your cherry," Red Man blurted out laughing. Everone busted out laughing including Method Man. Fred turned eight shades of Red and thought of leaving the party. "Hell naw, are you stupid," Fred blurted out. Method Man's smile turned to pure contempt. "Red, Was just joking man but on the real I fucked you a week ago," Method admitted without any worry. There was a serious quiet at the table. While the party was still jumping around them. "No you didn't," Fred injected with a quickness.
Thats when Method Man rose up and grabbed Fred's arm. He roughly bent Fred over the table and used his hand to unbutton Fred's pants and pushed them down. Fear struck Fred because he knew what was about to happen. Soon, Fred's underwear were down and everyone saw that Fred was hard. Everyone except for Method Man, who was looking at Fred's well greased asshole. Method Man unzipped his pants and fished out his dick. His dick was hard and pulsating. He placed his dick at Fred's hole and roughly shove it up him. With each thrust in and out, the table would rock. LL Cool J was definitely hard watching the scene unfold. Red Man was stroking his dick through his pants. Eminem was busting up at the whole scene. His laughing was making all the other guys mad. Especially, D'Angelo whose nipples instant got hard after he gave them a little play. "Oh Fred, I ain't know you took it like a bitch," Eminem shouted with a sinister laugh. LL Cool J nodded laughing at Eminem's comment. LL called Eminem over to his side of the table. Eminem leaned in thinking LL was about to whisper something to him. But LL powerful hands just grabbed the back of Eminem's neck and guided it to his 8" Dick. LL was uncut and really fat. Eminem at first was afraid to open his mouth but after a rough squeeze to the neck(administered by LL). Eminem was sucking away. He would gag but he still kept on working on LL. Red Man at this point took his dick out. It was 10 inches but it was also not as fat as Meth's or LL's.
Fred was moaning now. His ass was being ridden in public. "Next time don't lie about who fucks you," Method said between thrust. "Now whose bitch are you," Meth asked. "Yours," Fred admitted to the table and to himself. Just then Method Man closed his eyes and let forth a valley of cum inside of Fred. Red Man replaced Meth and D'Angelo watched LL pump Eminem with a mouth full of cum. Eminem looked sick so D'Angelo offered to take him home and to bed. After leaving they never made it home. Once inside of D'Angelo's limo. D'Angelo turned Eminem over and fucked him. And after he was done, D'Angelo remembered that he owed a favor to some of the boy bands so he wondered if he might drop off Eminem as a fuck night paymen.
Write me...Let me know if you want to know the adventures of Eminem....or even more of Method Man....let me know...ideals or suggestions are welcomed. Check out my other stories the bsb files in celebrity boy band section and also The coming of Steve Walker interracial section.