Warning: the following contains content of a homosexual nature. If this sort of thing upsets you, or if you are under age, then I advise you to leave this page. You have been warned.
I claim to not know Mr. Timberlake or Mr. Raymond or any other person or persons mentioned. This story does not reflect the real people. It is for fictional entertainment only.
Usher's Justification
Chapter 1
Justin stumbled into his hotel room. He had just been out celebrating; he had won an award for best album. He was still annoyed though; Usher had beaten him to best male star. "What an asshole!" he repeated to himself. Justin really hated Usher, though he pretended that he didn't for the media. All Justin wanted was to kick Usher's ass, beat his face in "That'd ruin his pretty boy looks."
Justin went over to his bed, laid down and put the TV on. He wanted to catch a glimpse at the news before watching a film or something. There was a piece on the awards ceremony. The presenter was in the middle of Times Square. There were Usher fans everywhere! "For fuck's sake," Justin moaned at the TV. `That fucking guy is EVERYWHERE! I hate him." Moody, Justin decided to have a hot shower; that would cheer him up.
He moved to the luxurious bathroom, where there was a bath, shower room and two toilets. He turned the hot water on in the shower and moved back into the bedroom, where he undressed. He lifted off his white T-shirt which showed off his amazing six-pack and huge pecks. He removed his necklaces and watch next. He walked back into the shower and felt the water temperature. It was just right. He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks and through them back into the bedroom. Next, he pushed down his trousers, revealing his tight, white boxers which showed his large manhood. Justin was always impressed with his immense package. It never disappointed him or the ladies. He pushed these down too. His penis, dangling between his legs, was very thick and at least 5 inches soft. He moved into the shower and let the water rush over his body. He poured some of the shower gel onto his hands and began to massage it into his body. His thoughts then turned back to Usher, and how he would LOVE to give him a piece of his mind. He imagined kicking Usher's ass, when, strangely, he began picturing Usher's naked ass and Justin spanking him. He shook it off. It must've been all the alcohol he had drunk at the parties he had been out. "But I didn't drink that much," Justin thought to himself. He decided not to think anything of it and continued cleaning himself. He began to imagine smacking Usher in the mouth, bruising up his face. A flash of a sudden image of Justin forcing his penis into Usher's mouth appeared in his head. "What the fuck..." he thought to himself. He looked down and realized that his dick was getting hard. Every time he began to think of giving it to Usher, his dick grew in size. He didn't like this feeling. What was he doing? Why was he getting aroused by Usher? He quickly ended his shower, climbed out, and dried himself off. He put on his robe, and was about to go and put on some clothes, when the door began to knock. "Who is it?" Justin called.
"Room service," was the reply.
"Hang on a minute." Justin put on some boxers under his bathrobe and went over to the door. He opened it, and saw an early twenty-year old guy holding some champagne. The guy was cute. REALLY cute.
"Er..." Justin was thrown by his cuteness, and began to feel his penis getting large. "...can I er..."
"I've been sent to give you this," he passed over the champagne, "by the manager." The guy sounded sexy.
"Er... thanks." Justin didn't know what to do. Something inside of him was wanting to call the guy in. He had had this feeling many times before, but found the feeling stronger than ever before. The guy smiled and walked off. Justin walked back into his hotel room. Put down the champagne and quickly, without even realizing he was doing it, opened the door and ran outside in a hurry. He looked around to try and find the guy who brought him the champagne. He walked down the hallway and saw the guy walk into the elevator.
"Hey! Hey you in the elevator!" Justin called. The guy looked up at Justin, but the door was already closing. In the small gap between the doors on the elevator, Justin thought he saw the guy wink at him. He looked at the elevator, and then quickly walked back into his room before someone noticed him.
Closing the door on his entry, Justin picked up the champagne, opened it, and began to pour himself some. He was really annoyed that he missed the guy. And yet, was very confused by both his actions, and the look the guy had given him. He knew that look. He had been given it plenty of times by adoring fans. Adoring FEMALE fans. The look was one of pure lust. The kind that said. "Let me fuck you." He decided to forget about it, it was probably nothing...
Usher walked into his kitchen. He hadn't any sleep for four days straight. After coming home from the awards ceremony where he won best male- Justin had beaten him to the best album award- he had poured himself a drink and went straight to bed. He chose to not make an appearance at the after show-parties. To be honest, he really didn't like them. He found them to be dull and he hated all of the false admiration he received. He knew people only spoke to him because they wanted to be seen with the super star. Usher would rather sit at home, watch the TV or a DVD and go to bed.
It was 2am when he walked into the kitchen. He needed a drink badly. He thought he was coming down with something. He went into his sitting room, where he switched the TV on. He flicked through the channels, until he came to the porn channels. He decided that he would watch a bit, jack-off and then head back to bed. Usher enjoyed the simple life. He didn't particularly like the glamour. Well, except for the money! And the fans...obviously!
He looked through the adult channels, until he came across something that caught his attention. Three white dudes were fuckin some chick deep and hard. Usher began to search his pants for his zipper. He pulled it down and reached inside for his cock. He pulled it out and stroked it, waiting for it to get hard. Usher had a big, black penis, very long- about 11 inches- but not amazingly thick. He was proud though. He hadn't had any complaints to date. As he watched the erotic action take place before him, he found himself watching the guys more. He usually did this. He liked guy-on-girl. Lesbian sex had never interested Usher. He liked a young girl having her ass fucked by one or more guys with six-packs and big packages. The guys on the screen were all early 20 year olds, wanking their dicks into the girl's mouth, coming all over her. The scene ended before Usher could finish, and two women came on the screen, kissing and touching each other. Usher quickly changed the channel. He flicked through each channel where there was lesbian sex everywhere. It's not that Usher was against lesbians, he just didn't find two girls going at each other a turn on like most other guys. Usher continued flicking until he came across a channel. He didn't realize what it was at first, but there weren't any lesbians on the screen, so he left it on. Only after about 30 seconds did Usher realize that he was watching gay porn. Two guys, one black and one white, were kissing each other. They began to stroke each other's bodies, removing the other's clothes. Usher was finding this very arousing. His penis was feeling much harder than usual. He was hypnotized watching the two guys suck each other off in the 69 position. The contrast of the skin color made it even sexier.
"What the fuck am I doing?" Usher quickly asked himself, changing the channel. He wanted to forget what he saw. As he did so, his dick began to quickly shrink in size. What was he doing? He wasn't gay. Sure, he liked watching a good looking guy and a nice young girl do each other, but that was as far as it went. He knew there were probably loads of straight guys who didn't like lesbians. He also presumed that there were probably tons of guys who liked watching gay guys as there were a few million girls who enjoyed taking part or watching lesbian sex. It couldn't mean anything, could it? He convinced himself that it was a perfectly normal straight-guy experience, and switched back to the gay porn. The two guys had moved on to fucking each other. Usher's cock shot straight back up. He began to wank his big, black penis harder and harder. The white guy was moaning in ecstasy as the big black guy began to fuck his ass quickly and deeply. The white guy blew all over himself while the black guy came up the white boy's ass. This sent Usher over the edge and he blew all over his T-shirt and face. Usher always came a lot when he jacked himself off, but it had never hit his face before. He loved the feeling of his come on his face. He stuck his tongue out and licked off a bit from the side of his face. It was salty, but strangely nice. He wanted more.
Justin woke up the next morning with a huge hangover. It was his day off, so he had decided to drink the whole bottle of champagne the night before. He looked at his clock, it was 11 am. He sat up in bed, and reached over for the phone. He called room service to send him up some breakfast.
After his breakfast, he decided that he would sit in his room all day and relax. He couldn't be bothered with the press today or people stalking him as he went shopping or what ever. He watched TV and ordered some movies. He watched `Alexander' for a while. The story was quite good, the action was great, but all he could think about was how sexy Colin Farrell looked in his costume. He began to fantasize about Colin and his nice body. He imagined that he was licking Colin's six-pack; his nipples erect and wet from where he had just been sucking them. He moved down to his underwear and forced his hand under the elastic and pulled out the big, fat Irish cock. He wanked it slowly and then took it into his mouth and...
"What am I doing?" he asked himself out loud. He stood up and drank a glass of water. He wasn't gay. HE WASN'T. "Am I?" he asked himself. His thoughts drifted back to his little fantasy just now. The erotic punishment he had given to that jackass, Usher. And. The guy from the Hotel staff and the look he had been given. He made up his mind. He would somehow find a way of getting the guy back up to his room and invite him in. He was going to... he needed to know if he was gay and this guy who seemed interested might be able to help him. Thoughts of what would happen if the media found out what he was planning. What they would do to destroy Justin's career. What if the guy decided to sell his story to the papers if they did have sex? He thought about it and came to the conclusion that no one would believe a member of the hotel staff who was paid shit. It would be just another guy trying to get money from a celebrity trying to tear them down. He didn't care. He'd deny it.
He began to prepare himself for the encounter with the cute guy. He rang up room service and asked them to send him up some food. He then asked them who they would be sending up, as he "didn't want anybody coming into his room." He thought his lie was very clever and very natural.
"Is there anyone in particular you would like to bring up your food? They could be your personal staffer for you today if you wanted."
"Er, yes please. Could you send up the guy who gave me the champagne last night please?"
"Ok sir, he'll be up in about 15 minutes."
"Thank you." He hung up the phone. Perfect. Now all he needed was to prepare. He closed the curtains to make the room dark and hot. He mad the bed, but not too neatly, and then he took off his t-shirt and shorts. He would answer the door in just a small pair of tight briefs. Too make himself look hotter, he decided to do as many push-ups as possible to make himself sweat. He wanted to look as hot as possible.
15 minutes later, he heard a knock at the door. Justin was nervous. He didn't know what to do. Another knock. Should he continue with the plan, or end it? Another knock.
"Hang on."
End of Chapter 1
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