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 Where we left off: (From Chapter 3)Usher... [Having his first gay sex] "AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!" they both screamed together. Usher felt bloated as masses of hot white fluid gushed up his ass as Nick continued to fuck him even when he went soft. Eventually, Usher collapsed on the bed, bringing down Nick with him. Usher rolled over to face Nick, and licked the guys tongue with his own, before their lips met for a deep French kiss. "That was fucking amazing!" Usher said. "Glad you enjoyed it. But it's only early yet..." Nick gave Usher a cheeky smile, and bent down for a deep, slow kiss with his new boo. "Shower?" Usher asked. (From Chapter 4)Justin... [After having sex with his new partner, Michael] Before they left the hotel room, they shared one more passionate kiss and decided to switch email addresses. Justin wasn't going to let this one get away...not ever!
Chapter 5 "Come on Usher...one more load and then it's over," said the photographer. Usher, who had had to leave his house in New York, was standing on a small part of Miami Beach, shirtless, having a photo shoot for some teen girl magazine. He had been told that he was going to be doing it with Justin Timberlake, someone who he really didn't wanna see. Ever since Usher's fall from grace over his affair, Justin had become the King of R'n'B/Dance/Pop, a title Usher had always been able to maintain throughout his long career. Fucking asshole. Usher kept thinking to himself. He had grown a sudden resentment toward Justin ever since he had been beaten by him at the awards ceremony to win [best album]. Now, his resentment had turned into disgust as the new Wonder Boy' grew more and more popular with teenage girls and the media alike, partly due to his break up with Britney. It appeared that Cameron Diaz was Justin's new love. They seemed to go everywhere together. Usher would like nothing more than to find some way of reducing Justin to a pip-squeak so that he lost all of his followers and was disgraced throughout the industry. He really didn't like it when new artists set foot on his turf. The photo shoot ended and Usher walked off, his black torso, sweaty, glistening in the sunlight. *** "I've got to do a fucking photo shoot with that shit head!!" Justin raved. Walking around his hotel room with only boxer shorts on, Justin was ranting on about how unfair and fucked up it was that Justin had to do a photo shoot with Usher. Lying on his bed, naked, was Michael. The pair still had sex on a regular basis. Justin wasn't too keen on letting this God-like man leave yet. "Oh, come on baby." Michael said. "Look, it's only a few photos together, nothing too difficult for you. Think about it this way, you get paid a hell of a lot for something so easy, and you don't even have to talk to him at all. Now, are you coming to bed or not? Cause by boner's getting tired and I need to get up pretty early to go to work." Justin looked down at him and smiled. He had grown infatuated by Michael and his soft words that always made him feel special. "I know, I know..." Justin climbed into bed. "It's just, you know, I don't like being away from you for too long. I feel really sick when I can't hear you... touch you... feel you... taste you..." He lent over and began to lick Michael's ear. Michael began to groan softly. "I know. It is difficult not to be near me! Look, it's only for a couple of hours anyway, then you can come back here and we'll fuck! What d'you say to that?" "Sounds...like a...plan...to me..." he said between each suck on Michael's ear lobe. "Good. Now that that's settled..." Michael grabbed Justin forcefully and pulled him on to the bed, rolling over so that he, Justin, was on top. "I believe there is a problem with my penis. It doesn't seem to want to go soft when I'm around you, so maybe you should go down there and relieve me of my tension." A smile spread across Michael's face as he indicated to Justin. "Yes sir, you sexy beast." Justin climbed down the bed to service Michael's tool. As Michael began to groan louder and louder, Justin began to suck harder and harder, fucking Michael's cock as he fondled his ball sack which hung nice and low, the soft skin and hair entwining around Justin's fingers. It wasn't long before Michael blew his load down Justin's throat, spurts of white goo trickling down Justin's hot throat. Justin climbed back up for a kiss from Michael. "My god...you are so hot!" said Michael, wiping away a bit of his cum that had drooled out of Justin's mouth, taking his finger into his mouth and sucking it softly. The pair laid there, kissing and groping each other until they both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. *** Usher was pacing the floor in his oversized dressing room. Any second now, some guy was gonna come and tell him that the photographers were ready for him... and Justin- who had turned up late. What had he been up to? Usher had questioned himself. Justin was well known for always turning up early for photo-shoots and interviews. Speaking of... Usher had been thinking of ways to get back at Justin, who had recently had a TV interview, in which he claimed that Usher was old news. "Best dancer? I wouldn't go that far. Usher's becoming too old to do all the special moves he used to do. You can see it in his face- he's straining a lot more and getting tired out more easily. He should just retire and let other people have a chance." Usher picked up his glass of orange juice and through it at the wall, the glass shattering everywhere. "Fucking asshole!" he yelled out. A knock at the door. "What the hell do you want?" There was no response, except for another knock. "Oh for fucks sake, come in- but someone's gonna get fired when I tell..." Usher broke off. He couldn't believe it. Justin Timberlake was standing at the door, smiling. "Having trouble...old man?" "Get the fuck out of here you little shit!" Usher stood up straight, trying to make himself look bigger than Justin. It didn't work very well though as Justin and Usher were of a similar build. "Or what? What's an old fogy like you gonna do? Beat me up?" "You bet your ass I will," Usher said raising his fists. "Good, you do that; give the media a reason to make me look even better and more popular when they find out what you did. I can see it now... `SUPER STAR JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE BEATEN UP BY JEALOUS USHER'. Quite catchy if I do say so myself." Justin smirked at Usher, who, realising Justin's point, slowly dropped his clenched fists. "Look, just get out. I don't want any trouble. I just..." "You just what? What do you want?" Justin edged closer to Usher. "I...er- It's...erm..." Usher's anxiety began to rise as Justin got closer. And as Justin got nearer, his dick got harder. What was going on? He asked himself. "I-er-erm... are all your answers this interesting? And I thought you were supposed to be suave!" Justin was right in Usher's face now. His strong hand pushed Usher up against the wall. Justin had now placed both his arms up against the wall, trapping Usher, who, without thinking, put his hands on Justin's shoulders and began to massage them gently as the pair stared into each other's eyes. Usher's hands began to move down, caressing Justin's firm muscular chest, rolling down his sides until they interacted with his hips. His soft black hands then moved round onto Justin's ass cheeks, massaging them, pinching them. Justin, who was breathing softly with his eyes slightly closed, moved ever closer to Usher, his body pressed right up against him, there rock hard cocks rubbing against the other. Justin moved into Usher, reaching for a kiss. His lips lead the way to Usher's big mouth, which was waiting to receive the present. "Mr. Raymond?" There was a knock at the door. The two broke away from each other quickly, covering up their conspicuous rock hard cocks. "Err- yes. Come in." A guy, shorter than the two celebrities with ginger hair, walked in. He was quite cute Justin thought to himself, unknown to him that Usher was thinking the same thing. He looked at the two of them. "Mr. Timberlake, somebody just went down to your room, they're ready for the pair of you now." "Er, thanks." Justin said. "Well, Usher, glad we got that thing sorted out. I'll see you on the set." He walked out of the room, Usher staring after him. He wasn't entirely sure what had just happened, but he knew he wanted to meet up with Justin again to pick up from where they were interrupted. "Mr. Raymond?" the guy held open the door for Usher. "Could you just give me a minute? I need to think about something." "Certainly. I'll come back and get you." He shut the door behind him. Usher put his hand down his trousers and grabbed a-hold of his penis. It was semi-erect with a wet end. He put his finger in his pre-cum and licked it off when he brought his hand back out. "Damn!" he whispered, smiling slightly. End of Chapter 5
Will Usher and Justin finally get together? Find out in the next chapter which should be posted before the new year. If you have any ideas or comments then please email me at billed@hotmail.co.uk. I'd love to hear what you have to say.
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