Disclaimer: The following story is completely fictional. It is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
I woke up and decided to go to class. While I was taking notes in my classes, I could only think about the crazy week I had. First the whole Omarion and Bow Wow situation, meeting Tank and co-writing on a song with him for Chris Brown in the studio, who invited me to an album release party where I met Trey Songz and Lauren London. Do things always happen this fast in the industry? I jokingly thought to myself, "Damn, I might have to quit school."
When classes ended, and the weekend started, I received a call from an unknown number while I was picking up Mark from his job. I picked it up and the voice from the other end said, "Rome! Sup pimp, this Chris Breezy."
"Shit, wuddup superstar."
"Tryna handle sum biznas with you homie, what you doing tonight??" He said, talking extremely fast.
"Just picked up my boy and we were gonna head to the home studio and finish editing some songs we did earlier."
"Hmm... aight, well I'm going to come to your place then. Tank told me to get up with you today because you had more heat in yall's collection."
"Aight, no problem."
"Looks like me and you about to be buds," he said with a short laugh tagged.
"Haha, I guess so." Conversation ended. "Yo Mark, Chris Brown coming over tonight to hear some songs."
"Really? Aight cool. Tell him to bring some money," he joked.
"Haha, is Joe and our Kris coming tonight?"
"Nah it was just us."
"Aight."
Mark and I were sweating while fixing those unfinished songs so we could add to our portfolio. It's absolutely crazy how good Mark is about pointing out the problems in a song. It really cements the quality in our playlist. Around 9:00, my doorbell rang and Mark and I looked at each other knowing who it was. We were still kind of wilding out about this situation.
I opened the front door and Breezy walked in wearing shades and a hoodie, looking like a boy-next-door high schooler.
"Sup guuyy!!" he says with a lot of energy.
"Wuddup Mr. Brown," I said smiling, "Yo me and Mark are downstairs."
"Lead the way!"
Mark was staring at the computer screen when we entered the room, but turned towards us once we completely walked in. Mark smiled and said, "Whats up Chris Brown?"
"Sup... Mark right?" Chris says, giving him dap.
"Yeah, that's me."
Everything was going great, we were laughing, talking and playing around. None of the songs we had in our playlist fitted Chris's style for his next album so the business part was slacking, but it was cool because he liked the quality of our songs so much that he wants us to write a brand new song with tracks that he gets from producers for his personal songwriting team, "Graffiti Artists". It was around 11:23 when I heard my doorbell ring. I looked at Mark and said, "Uh... hold on, I don't know who that could be." I creep to the door and cautiously open it up. There stands Omarion, with a slight grin on his face.
"Uh... wassup Rome, I saw your car outside so I..." he then stopped with his thump stuck in mid-air pointing behind him. I cut my eyes a little and move my neck backward. My heart started beating faster as memories of him began to rush through my mind. Suddenly I forgot why I was mad at him until he said, "Can we talk about what happened in NY?"
"I got company right now dude," I said, backing up so he could come inside.
"Who's here??" He said, with a slightly angry look on his face.
"Mark, my teammate, and Chris Brown."
"Chris Brown?? Are you kidding? Why is he here?"
"Nigga why you think?"
"Music?"
"There you go," I said, smiling a little at his obvious jealousy.
"Look, I want to talk about NY, can we?"
"Aight aight, let me go holla at the guys."
I walked downstairs with Omarion behind me and I heard Mark and Chris loudly laughing. When I walked in the room I saw them watching some YouTube video, cracking up. "What the hell yall laughing so hard about?" I said smiling.
"Yo you gotta watch this shit Rome," Mark said, still laughing. Chris then turned to me to agree and saw Omarion, "Omarion? Yo whattup pimpin." He got up and extended his long ass arm.
"Whats up man, getting some work done?" Omarion jokingly asked.
"Always," Mark said smiling, extending his arm for Omarion.
"Yo I'm bought to talk to O for a minute, call me if you need something." I said, hoping they wouldn't ask questions.
"Aight no problem!" Chris Brown says quickly.
Omarion and I went upstairs and outside to sit on my front door step. "So what up man?" I ask.
"I've missed you man," Omarion said, taking my hand, which I slowly pulled away and put in my pockets.
"Yeah, aight."
"Look man, I talked to Bow Wow and he confessed everything that happened."
"What you talking bout," I said, acting dumb.
"I mean, calling you things you're not, fighting you and... kissing you and shit. He was out of line."
"According to that nigga, you ran around calling me your bitch. That's some fucked up shit nigga."
"Man, I never said that! I didn't even tell him about you and me!"
"So how the fuck he know? Last time I checked, I ain't have that nigga's number. If you aint told him shit, then you opened yo fuckin mouth to someone else and that shit is actually eve worse than..."
"Nah man! He just guessed cuz..." then he stopped.
"'Cause what?" I said.
"I mean, cuz he likes me." Then I get an annoyed look on my face and say, "That nigga likes you? Yall got history together? Man, I ain't tryna be nobody's rebound."
"Nah we don't got no damn history. I just found that shit out. I didn't even know he was into dudes"
"How the fuck you find that shit out nigga?" I said, not believing Bow Wow `outed' himself just because I went home. Then Omarion stopped moving and talking. "How'd you find out nigga?" I said again. He just looked down and away from me. Then I laughed a little and said, "Yall niggaz fooled around or something?" My heart bumped faster fearing the response. None came. "Aight nigga, you can get ya keys out, get in yo muthafuckin car and get the fuck outta my face wit this bullshit." I said, getting up and walking away as Omarion quickly grabbed my jeans and said, "Cmon don't be like that! We didn't fuck, I mean I wouldn't call it dat. The shit happened cuz I was depressed, he was drunk and you weren't answering my muthafuckin calls. How you gonna up and leave without even letting me know what the fuck the problem was. That some immature shit nigga!" "Fuck the bullshit nigga. You went and fucked the same nigga that started this shit. I don't give a fuck if you knew or not, its yo fault for having a friend like that shitface and not think maybe he was the main reason I left."
"Man it just so happens that nigga had this big ass crush on me and did everything he could think of to run you away cuz he somehow knew how much I was feeling you."
"Aight, well what the fuck you think imma do now?"
"I'm asking you not to dispose of me like this."
"Nigga the only thing you are to me is the nigga that once sucked my dick. You bout as disposable to me as a bitch on the corner. You wanna suck it again nigga? Get on yo knees and I'll fuck yo face right here, right now." I said out of anger.
"Man, why are talking like that?" Omarion said, taken back by my words.
"Get the fuck outta my face. You ain't shit to me dude." I said turning around facing the house, opposite of where Omarion was. He didn't say anything, he let out a long sigh and walked away.
"Damn Rome," I thought, "you might have went too far." I really did like that guy, and I can't get mad cuz I would have had sex with Tank if it was up to me. I'm no better than him. I don't deserve him really; he came all the way to my house to tell me the truth and I wouldn't even hear him out. He wants to help with my career as well as give me the attention I've always wanted from someone. Fuck! What did I just do?? My heart wants to chase after Omarion... but my pride let him drive away. Sigh... fuck.
When I walked back inside the house, it felt like my heart was exploding because it was burning so intensely. I just sat on the couch while Chris Brown and Mark were talking and listening to music. "Aye Rome, it's about time that I go home," Mark said to me as I sat looking at the ceiling, depressed.
"Oh, aight, cmon let's go," I said, remembering that I had to drive him. I turned to Chris Brown who said, "Imma ride wit yall."
"Aight cool," I said.
The ride to Mark's house couldn't have been longer. My mind was in a different place. I couldn't believe I said those things to Omarion. I constantly looked at my phone hoping to get a phone call from him. None ever came. I didn't even realize that both Chris Brown and Mark were in the backseat like I was a chauffeur. I remember hearing conversation from the backseat, but other than that, my mind was oblivious to everything around me.
Once Mark was out the car and in his house, Chris Brown transferred to the passenger seat. "You aight man?" He asked me.
"Yeah, I'm cool. Why you ask?"
"Cuz you've been in this daze ever since you came in from talking wit O. Anything happened wit yall?"
"Nah nah, nothing happened yo." I said, trying to sound as cool as possible, holding back a crack in my voice.
"Nigga cmon, tell me something."
"What you wanna know nigga?" I said, followed by a pause.
"Aight, how long you been dating O?" He said as I turned to look at him who was smiling.
"The fuck nigga?" I said wit a disgusted and scared look on my face. Did Omarion tell this nigga??
"Look my nigga, in this industry, most people are into same genders. There's something about music that makes everyone bisexual. Its an industry where everyone is beautiful/handsome, physically fit, sex icons and into themselves. You'd be an oddball if you aren't bi... plus I heard yall yelling about something, just don't know what." He laughed.
"So you telling me you're bi?"
"I'm still a newcomer, so no one thinks I am."
"But are you?"
"Tell me what's up with you and Omarion first." He said, then I paused.
"Maaan, I just fucked up, that's all. I said some things I shouldn't have. Now he probably ain't trying to fuck with me no more." Then we pulled up into my house.
"Tell me the story yo, I wanna hear it all." Chris said.
I told Chris everything that happened from first meeting Omarion, Bow Wow and Tank. As we sat on my couch and talked, I realized how good a listener Chris is. He really made me want to keep talking.
"Damn my dude, you really did fuck up. So what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. I'mma try to call him tomorrow but he hasn't even responded to my text that I sent in the car."
"Give him time homie, it seems like he's really feeling you."
"So enough about me. Now its your turn to spill the beans."
"Haha, what was the question?"
"Are you bi?"
"Yeah I guess I am. I've liked a few dudes before, only done something once."
"Why once?"
"Nerves I guess."
"Not Mr. Chris Brown himself??"
"Haha, I'm just yo regular dude."
"Far from that..."
"But can I ask you something?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, what up?"
"I'm kinda feeling someone. But I'm not sure of his background and I think he's taken."
"For real? Who?"
"Uh... ya boy Mark."
"Mark?? Haha, wow homie... I don't think he's into dudes."
"How you know?"
"He's gotta girlfriend."
"Oh... does he know about you?"
"Naw."
"So maybe you don't know about him?"
"I mean, that's always possible."
"I think me and him had a connection tonight." Chris said, sounding like a kid in middle school talking about his secret crush.
"Haha, well maybe yall did." I said, laughing at this whole situation.
"Can you do me a favor though?"
"Nigga I'm not asking him shit."
"You supposed to be his best friend! Please?" He begged as I paused to think about it.
"Maybe... but you gotta do something real quick."
"Whats that nigga."
"Tell me, in vivid detail, about yo `experience.' I gotta make sure my boy would be getting an experienced piece of meat." I said, licking my lips seductively and playfully.
"Haha, aight... damn... well...
"Last year, I was in an Atlanta studio with Ludacris recording What Them Girls Like' and we finally had finished up the song after about three days in the stu. But as we were wrapping up the session, T.I. walked in because he booked the room next. Ludacris and him were talking and shit, and I was just chilling, ya mean? So yeah, we left until I realized I had left my cell phone charged up in the room so I had to go back. When I had went back in da room, T.I. was going through my phone so I'm like, yo whatcha doin pahtna?!', cuz I'm not wit people going through my shit and what not. But he tells me he was tryna figure out who's phone it was so he can give it to them and shit. So I just smile and shit, and walk up to him to get the phone.
"As I reach for the phone, he fakes me and jerks his hand back. I was caught off guard and shit, so I start laughing a little. Then this nigga starts laughing. He gets up and stands to about my neck, looks up at me and says, `You're tall as shit.' I start laughing and he walks past me, closes the studio door and locks it. Then he comes closer and sits down on the studio couch. He waves me to come sit next to him, so I did. I'm nervous as shit as dis point but I'm just going along with erything.
"He wraps his arm around the back of the couch and turns sideways to face me. He took his other hand and started playing with my chain and that's when I knew what he was trying to do so I'm like, `what you doin homeboy?' He doesn't say anything, grabs my left hand, brings it closer to his mouth and starts sucking my index finger. I'm completely turned on at this point so I let him do it. Then he slides to the floor and lands on his knees and wobbles his way right in front of me. He looks at me with his red-shot eyes and smirks. You know that T.I. smirk he be doing and shit.
"He unbuckles my belt and unzips my pant's zipper and pulls out my dick. This the first time a dude has ever touched my dick so I was instantly on hard, and then it had to be T.I. the one doing it! So he starts licking my shaft and playing with my dick head ...I'm sitting there about to bust a nut with just the touch of his tongue but I somehow maintain my performance. Then he takes all my dick into his mouth. I gotta 10 inch dick so its rare I find someone that can take it all. My back arches up and shit and I'm moaning for the first time in my life. He somehow manages to pull my entire pants off and starts rubbing on my thighs while my dick is in his mouth. I'm getting used to it at that moment and start pushing his head further down on my dick with my hands and I hear this nigga gasping for air, which turned me on more. I think he liked that shit cuz every time I let him breathe he was smiling and shit.
"After a while he stands up ands starts stripping for me. He had the studio speakers playing music in the background from when I walked in, and it turned into an R&B joint. I forget what song it was... I think it was Pretty Ricky's `Grind On Me'. So there he is dancing in front of me. Showing me all these sexual moves. I couldnt take it no more so I grab him closer to me and starts kissing him. While I'm kissing him and he's kissing me, he continues to grind on me butt ass naked. I pick this nigga up, and flip positions so that I was on top of him and he was on the couch. Then I slide down on my knees and I start sucking him off. I was glad that nigga had an 8 inch cuz I couldn't take anymore orally, ya mean? But so I'm suckin him off and he's moaning and whispering my name and shit, making me suck him harder and faster cuz I'm all horned up and shit.
"Once I get tired of doing that, I turn that nigga over and start playing wit his little ass. So I'm rimming him, who had to have the cleanest ass out of all the girls I fucked with, and he's like begging me to fuck him at that point. I get up and he runs over to his wallet and pulls out a condom. He gets on his knees and puts the condom on my dick with his mouth and then smiles. I smile too, picked him up and put him back on the couch with his legs on my shoulders. I insert my dick into his ass and I could feel him tense up with every inch that was pushed. His eyes were tightly closed and start to form a slow rotation until he tells me to fuck him harder. So I did. I start fucking this nigga so hard that I had to cover his mouth cuz he was screaming louder than the music. But I like verbal sex so that was a turn on. Then I picked him up again, my dick still inside him, and I sit on the couch and tell him to start riding me. He starts going up and down on my dick as I held on to his little tight ass. After about ten minutes, he said he wants me to fuck him doggystyle. So I'm like, Get in position then nigga.' He crawls on the couch, sticks his ass out, looks back at me and says, aight nigga, fuck me.' So I slap his ass couple times to see it jiggle and what-not, you know, tryna see that yellow ass turn red and then stick my dick in it.
"He keeps moaning shit like, fuck yeah nigga' and damn lil shawty' as I'm fucking him hard and rough. Sooner later I see his dick squirt out seven shots of cum onto the brown leather couch we was on and I instantly pull out. He turns around and starts jackin my dick until I shoot all over his face. I think it was about 5 shots, can't remember. But yeah, he wiped his face and the couch off with some napkins that was in the room and...yeah, that was it." Chris brown ended, smiling at me.
"Excuse me while I go jack off now," I said jokingly, but completely turned on.
"Haha, yeah whatever. It was a good experience though."
"Sounds like it! What happened afterwards and shit?"
"I mean, nothing really. He gave me his number and told me to call him, talking about he likes tall niggas with big dicks. But I never did. He's not really my type for a second go-round. Too much of a hoe." He joked.
"Haha, yeah he prolly thinks the same about you. You don't think he's gonna go around telling people and shit?"
"Naw, no one tells about who they fuck and shit. Everybody respects each other's celebrity image, but all it takes is that one `eye-contact' for anyone to know they interested. You'll see."
"That's crazy my dude," I said as I felt my phone vibrate. "Well look who's calling," I said as I showed him Mark's name.
"Yo answer it!!"
"Aight aight," I answer the phone and say, "What up dude."
"Aye Rome, you still with CB?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Oh aight. Tell him I said what up."
"Aight, so what up?"
"Nothing, just called for no reason."
"Haha, aight. Aye you wanna talk to Chris?" I asked as Chris was shaking his head intensely.
"Naw, just hit me up later homie."
"Aight yo." I said as I hung up the phone.
"What he say?" Chris asked.
"He said what up."
"Man, so you gonna ask him for me?"
"Yeah I'll find out a way. Give me time to think about it."
"Aight, well look, I'm crashing here tonight. That cool?"
"Yeah dude."
End of Part 5... You're about to read more celebrities and how each one of them are interconnected before the series ends. Continue to email me about how to make it more interesting and better. B-) laidbackhomes@yahoo.com