Here's the story. Hope you like it.
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The last show was always the biggest for Lloyd, be it a small promotional tour like the one he was on or worldwide, so things were exceptionally busy. His dressing room seemed to be the only place any peace could be found; and even there people were constantly barging in and out. As Lloyd sat down to wait for the wardrobe coordinator whom he was supposed to see in 20 or so minutes, his assistant got a call regarding him.
"Hello?"
"Yes, I've been told to apologize and inform you that we've just gotten last minute confirmation that Yung Berg will actually be able to make it to tonight's show and so the entire dance sequence during the third song will have to be removed to make time. He'll be arriving within the next hour,"
"Alright, I'll let him know"
"Thank you,"
"No problem"
"Who was that?" Asked Lloyd getting up to open the door for the wardrobe coordinator, who had just arrived.
"They just said Yung Berg will be able to make it to the show and that the dancing portion of the third song has to be removed to make
"That's wassup; I ain't been up there on stage with my dude Yung Beezy in a grip," said Lloyd eagerly, "When is he getting here?"
"Within the hour," Nic, the assistant, replied.
And with that, it was final. To top off his biggest show of the tour, he'd finally be able to perform with one of his best friends in the industry, whom he'd had subtle feelings for but never spoke on.
1 ½ hours, and one excited greeting of friends later, the show was to begin.
Song followed by song went by as the show progressed, and in seemingly no time, it was Yung Berg's time to come out. With an over the top, extremely excited crowd, Lloyd introduced him. "It's the last show, and ya'll know we gotta do it big!" said Lloyd, the beat of the song still blaring behind him. "Aye my man! Come out here and show 'em what they want," Yung Berg ran on stage in typical special guest form, and delivered his verse to the now ever more rowdy audience.
After the end of the show, Lloyd and his crew went back to the dancers' dressing room. After such a large show, they were in no mood to settle down. "We about to hit up a few places, I'll hit you up later bro," Yung Berg said to Lloyd through the excitement and loud chatter of the room. After an intricate handshake, he departed. Walking from the door back in to join the group, Lloyd pondered whether it was his mind or if Berg had brushed his hand against his waist just as he walked out, but dismissed the thought completely(for the moment).
Wanting to finally get a regular full night's rest, Lloyd declined his own group's offer to go anywhere else that night. With only a few of his things with him, he left figuring they'd bring the rest of his stuff to the hotel they were checked in, which is where he was headed.
After getting there, he headed directly to his specialty suite on the 10th floor. Unusually exhausted, after a short time of eating fruit and watching T.V., he decided to go to sleep before everyone showed up. He'd decided to room with two others, both backup dancers, rather than have his own room. Although he normally was all for partying and socializing he was somewhat regretting not having his own room as he drifted to sleep.
Just as he finally went into a deep slumber, a knock at the door awoke him. He went to open it up, unsure of who it might be that soon.
To his surprise, as he opened the door it was Nic, but he only briefly stopped in to tell him when they were leaving the next day and when everyone else would be making it back to the hotel, most of which Lloyd missed, being only half awake. Seemingly only a second after he went back to sleep, something else woke him up. But this time it wasn't a knock; the person let themselves in. Taking the liberty to turn on a light, the mysterious person was revealed as his rapper friend, Yung Berg.
"Alright, I'm up, So you up too," said Berg to Lloyd who got into an upright position. "What you doin' here?" asked Lloyd. "We in the same hotel, oddly enough. I passed one of ya peoples on the way up here, they let me in," he replied. "That's cool, but I ain't doin' nothing up here but sleeping" said Lloyd. Yung Berg admired his shirtless, tattooed, and muscular body but turned his eyes away quickly. "Tell you what, why don't you come over to my suite, ain't nobody there anyway?" he said. Without a word Lloyd grabbed a shirt and walked out with him to go to his suite.
After getting there they both sat on his bed, looking at the television but not paying much attention. It was a strangely calm environment seeing as how they'd JUST finished a show. Nothing about the night was normal for stars like them.
"Ever since last week my right shoulder been killing me," said Yung Berg. Berg took off his white T-shirt to rub his own shoulder. "Can't really get it like I want to by myself," he said under his breath. Pretty much completely awake at this point, Lloyd made the first act on what they both had been secretly thinking. "Right here?" Lloyd asked, gently massaging his muscular shoulder, almost trembling in nervosity. "Yea, right about there. Thanks man," said Yung Berg, tilting his head back. Lloyd worked with more enthusiasm and ease now. He put his other hand on his left shoulder, massaging them both deeply and firm. He moved close up behind him and shifted his hand from his left shoulder to his hard smooth chest. With Lloyd pressed up against his back, Yung Berg leaned his head fully back now, and Lloyd rested his on Berg's shoulder. Lloyd kissed his neck and bravely asked, "Is that ok?"
"Do what you do," he replied. Lloyd kissed him once more just behind his ear, and turned him around. Still within just inches of him, he began to tug at Berg's pants, and unzipped them. Lloyd began to lick his chest, swirling his tongue around his nipples. He carefully made his way down his body, kissing every one of his six pack abs. With him still sitting on the bed, and his pants and boxers at his ankles, Lloyd took no time to put his warm mouth on the head of his thick, erect, 9 inch dick.
After a few minutes of sucking on his hard rod, Yung Berg began to get more into the feeling. Within a minute or so, he had dominated the situation, fucking Lloyd's face fast and hard. "Shit, yea suck that dick," Berg quietly droned. As he eased up, Lloyd pulled it out and began jacking him off, while pulling him forward to get to his ass. "Just like that?" he asked. He pressed his wet, warm tongue against Yung Berg's tight hole, causing him to let out a loud moan. Licking his ass and stroking his dick, Lloyd was close to making Berg cum. "Fuck! Lemme put it in yo' mouth!" he urged as he neared his climax. Lloyd shoved his dick into his mouth just as he shot his first stream of hot cum. In a state of absolute ecstasy, he held the back of Lloyd's head. After four shots of cum, Lloyd kept Berg's dick in his mouth and softly stroked it with his lips before he finally took it out.
Unsure about what they should do next, Yung Berg pulled up his pants and Lloyd got back up on the bed. They laid there for a moment, until Berg's blackberry rang. As if they had gotten caught, Lloyd scrambled to fix himself up and leave. Before doing so, Berg grabbed him by his belt and pulled him back for one more kiss. Lloyd kissed him but it lasted for only a moment. Then he turned to leave, just as Berg answered his phone.
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