The following is purely a work of fiction. I don't know the celebs in it nor do I know their sexuality. If you are under 18, you cannot read any further.
The Mis-education of Slim
Chapter One: It's Getting Hot in Herrrrre
Marshall Mathers sat quietly in his seat. He was bored out of his fucking mind, especially since he was sitting here listening to fuckin Bono rattle on during his speech for Ass Kissin, Tree Humpin, Motherfucker of the Year award. All Slim could think about was getting out of this dumbass Grammy award show so he could burn a blunt and jack his prick without getting harassed by his agent, or his lawyers, or that fucking bitch Kim.
Yeah, thinking about his dick always brought a smile to Slim's face. Slim had a big, powerful, masculine cock that he loved to jack on a constant basis. Sure he could have any non-Lez woman on the planet, but what always turned on the Detroit rapper the most was the feeling of power that his prick emanated. One of his favorite promo pictures he ever took was the Rolling Stone pic of him naked with a lit stick of dynamite covering his cock. The truth was, his cock really was always like that. - ready to explode at any moment.
Over the years, the white-boy rapper came to realize that his fascination with dicks wasn't just centralized to his own nine-inch member. As he met more and more famous singers and actors, he came to realize that many of them enjoyed comparing cock sizes and strutting their stuff whenever they managed to. This suited Slim just fine cause he liked to show off. Many times he was able to crush the celebrity that wanted to show off, but there had been a few times that a dick outpaced his own.
One of these times had been about two years back when he had met St. Louis rapper Nelly while he had been on the TRL tour. The St. Lunatics member had invited Slim to play some street basketball. After the game, Nelly and Eminem had been chatting and changing clothes when, sure enough, Nelly dropped his loose-fitting b-ball shorts only to reveal the fact that he had been free-ballin the whole game. Nelly watched Slim's reaction and grinned that boyish, yet evil grin of his as he glanced down at his ten-inch fuckstick and back up to the whiteboy.
Not to be outdone, Slim had dropped trou and proudly displayed his nine-incher to the Country Grammar rapper. There were a few seconds of appreciative nods from both before the St. Lunatics and Eminem's bros came and found them, forcing the pair of big-dicked rappers to finish getting dressed. They hadn't spoken to each other since then, but now they were together at the 2003 Grammy's.
Marshall endured the rest of the awards show with that memory of Nelly and his big black dick keeping him from killing somebody. His fantasy got more involved as he watched Nelly beat him for Best Male Rap Solo Performance. But then, he beat Nelly out for Best Rap Album of the Year, and as he went onstage and said his piece, he scanned the crowd and spied Nelly with that wicked grin on his face.
The rest of the awards show went by mercifully quick and as Eminem began to file out to try and avoid the press, he felt a hand on his arm. Quickly, the rapper turned as if to hit the person who grabbed him when he suddenly came face-to-face with Nelly.
"Whoa!" said the fine black boy. "Chill, baby! It's just me! I hadn't seen you in a while and wanted to say props on your win!"
Marshall smiled. "You too, man. I'm sorry, bra. I've been getting dissed by press lately, and I wanted to get out of here."
"Well, check it," said Nelly handing Slim a card. "Come by later at my hotel and we can relax. I been wantin' to catch up with you."
"No problem," Slim said turning and walked out with a huge grin on his face.
Later than night, Marshall Mathers carefully made his way to the hotel without being seen. Just when he thought that he had made it, a bellhop recognized him and ran to a telephone. See, most of the staff knew that if they called a tabloid and let them know that a huge star was wandering around their hotel, the papers would pay them off big-time.
Slim knew he had to find Nelly's room fast. He zoomed past a small crowd in the lobby and got stopped by a couple of teenagers who recognized him immediately. He quickly signed their shirts to avoid a scene and said, "I gots to go, little bros. The National Enquirer's about to be all up in this bitch. Lata!"
Slim hurried to the elevators and pressed the button to go to Nelly's suite. He knocked on the door and there was nothing for almost a whole minute. Fuck! It wasn't gonna take those fuckers long to realize where the young rapper might be heading. He knocked again, and this time, the door opened just a crack, then swung wide open.
The smell of the pot that wafted out the door was so strong that it gave Slim a hardon. "Aaaaaaaaah," said Nelly embracing Eminem quickly. "Are you glad to see me, baby, or what?"
"Damn, bra. I gotta hit that shit," Slim said entering the suite.
Nelly shut and locked the doors behind him and led Eminem to the living room. Upon the end table by the oversized sofa were some oversized joints along with a whole other pile of weed. Nelly took two of the joints off the table and lit them and then passed one to Slim. "Full on chronic, one hunnerd percent, ya heard?"
Eminem laughed, "Fuckin' A, bra."
The two rappers talked for a while and it wasn't until their second joints had been lit that Nelly brought up what Slim had been thinking about just about all night long.
"Hey, Slim, you remember that time we met on the TRL tour?"
"Yeah," replied Marshall.
"You remember how we was checkin each other out?"
"Yeah."
"I think about that a lot, Slim. What bout you?"
There was no way to lie when Emenim's dick was hard as a rock and sticking out the top of his basketball shorts, so he finally said, "Yeah."
"I gotta tell you something, Slim. It ain't gonna be easy for me to tell you, but it's time ya knew. There's hunnerds of celebrities that like to get their freak on with other celebrities... even brotha on brotha. I think you wanna swing on my dick but you ain't never done it before. What you think bout that?"
Eminem was furious that someone could see through him as easily as the St. Lunatics rapper could. But at the same time, there was no denying that what he was saying was the truth.
Nelly didn't wait for an answer, though. He stood up quickly and let his silky shorts slide down his legs and displayed his ten-inch erection to Eminem. Nelly reached down and pulled off Slim's jersey and then sat down next to him. "Go head, baby. I know you been thinking bout it all night. I seen the the way you looked at me."
This is crazy, thought Slim, but he couldn't stop his arm from resting on the black rapper's smooth, tight belly and wrapping his hand around another cock for the first time. It was like a shockwave went up his spine. He began to jack Nelly's dick without even thinking about it. He just knew what he liked when he jacked off, so he decided to share his expertise with the hot black rapper.
Nelly moaned and grabbed Em's hand and brought it up to his mouth forcing him to coat it in spit before placing it back on his dick. "Ooooh, shit, baby. That's great. Stroke that shit, bitch. Yeah!"
Slim pulled his shorts off and his dick smacked his stomach. With one hand already fisting Nelly's cock, he grabbed his own massive prick and jacked himself and the black rapper off at the same time. Throwing his head back against the sofa, Eminem moaned in ecstasy as he shot a huge load all over his tattooed chest and arms.
"Damn, baby!" Nelly shouted. "You really was hot for some brotha on brotha action!" Laughing, he got up and grabbed Slim's hand, pulling him up to his still shaking feet. "It's getting hot in herrrr. Why don't we take off all our clothes?" Nelly quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes including his Air Force One's. Slim stripped completely, also, before Nelly led him to the suite's bathroom. There was a huge shower in the back of bathroom that had multiple jets on all sides. Slim had heard that Nelly was obsessed with taking showers. The black rapper turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature at a control panel outside the shower. Once the jets came on, he led Slim inside.
The warm water splashing over Eminem's body felt so good. He began to clean himself off, when suddenly, he felt Nelly behind him, rubbing his body with some sort of body wash that smelled wonderful.
"You like that, baby?" Nelly asked.
"Mmmm...," was all that Slim could muster.
"It's imported. It's got a male to male pheromone in it. I love bathing with it and the going out and watching all the guys try to hide their hard dicks." Nelly finished cleaning up the white boy and then turned him around. He leaned forward and crushed his lips against Slim's. Eminem was caught off guard, but soon, relaxed and let the St. Lunatic's rapper inside his mouth. He had kissed lots of chicks before, but this was different, more powerful. Slim wasn't sure if it was the male pheromones or just the hot sexiness of the other man kissing him, but his dick started coming back to life. Nelly ended the hot kiss and said, "How about you wrap them rapper lips around my dick?"
Before Slim had a chance to think about it, Nelly had pushed down on his shoulders, forcing him to his knees. The head of Nelly's dick was inches away from his mouth, which had begun to water. Slim opened as wide as he could and Nelly lunged. It only got about halfway in, before the whiteboy gagged. "Fuck, bra... there ain't no way I can swallow that."
"Look, bitch," Nelly said forcefully. "Either you gonna take it down ya throat or you gonna take it up the ass. Nah... what's it gonna be?"
Eminem couldn't imagine what it would be like to have anything up his ass, much less this ten inch black dick. He opened his mouth again and began sucking. The longer he went at it the more cock he could get down his throat without choking, but try as he might, he couldn't get the whole thing down.
"That pretty good, baby, but I think you want it up yo ass, ya herrrrd."
He couldn't deny it. As terrifying as it may have seemed, Eminem really wanted that fuckstick up his ass. "Fuck me," he said softly.
"What was that, bitch? I didn't herrr ya!"
"Fuck me," Slim said louder.
"Get yo skinny white ass outta herrr. I ain't gonna fuck ya unless I hear it!"
"Fuck me, with that dick, nigga!" Slim shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Naaaaa... that's what I like," Nelly said pulling Eminem up and turning him around so that his face was against the glass of the shower. He reached over to the shelf of bath products and grabbed some ID lube that he had put in there upon his arrival at the hotel because he knew most of his sex ended up in the shower. He used a generous amount cause he knew he was popping this whiteboy's cherry. Nelly, put his dick against Slim's brown hole. Grabbing the shower rails for stability, he thrust as hard as he could.
Eminem screamed. It was the most painful sensation he had ever had. "Get off, get off!" he yelled, but Nelly, held him fast.
"Shhhh... relax, baby, relax. I know it burns like a mutherfucka right now, but give it a minute."
Slim relaxed and found his man pussy expanding around the big black dick. "Ahhhh...," he moaned, now more relaxed.
"There you go, baby," Nelly said soothingly. "Now... you ready for yo first fuckin'?"
"Fuck, yeah," the whiteboy answered.
The black rapper began pulling out of Slim's ass. When only he head was still in, he pushed forward again to the whiteboy's groan of mixed pain and pleasure. Nelly began to pick up the pace as he really began to enjoy the fuck. He reached around Eminem's waist and found that the white rapper was beginning to enjoy himself as well. Wrapping his still lubed hand around Slim's cock, Nelly began his full assault on that tight virgin ass.
"Awww, shit, nigga," Slim was moaning, completely caught up in the bliss of his first fuck. "Awww, fuck that shit, nigga!"
"Yeah, bitch... you like being my little bitch?"
"Fuck, yeah, bra... fuck me like a bitch... fuck me with that big black dick, bra! I'm about to come again. I'm gonna come with your big nigga dick up my ass. Ahhh... ahhh... AHHHH!" Eminem's second load of the night blasted the glass walls of the shower and streaked down to the ground.
The contractions of Slim's ass as he blew his load were just what Nelly needed to get off. He impaled the whiteboy on his dick as he shouted, "Yeah, take my nut, bitch... oh, fuck!" It felt like gallons of cum were shot out of his dick as he deposited his black seed up this white gangsta rapper's ass. Nelly pulled his spent dick out of Slim's butt and wrapped his arms around him. He finished cleaning them both up and then they got out the shower.
As they were getting dressed, Slim turned to Nelly. "So when's the next time we can hook up do ya think?"
Nelly grinned that evil grin of his. "Well, I had a couple interviews set up for tomorrow, but I was gonna cancel my plans tomorrow night and invite a couple friends over. I was thinking that JT is gonna love to meet you."
"JT?"
"Justin Timberlake. We've been dickin' for almost a year."
"What the fuck?" Eminem said. He couldn't believe that the Tiger Beat poster boy swung on Nelly's dick.
Nelly just continued to grin.
"I'll see you tomorrow!"