He'd been contemplating how to go about his situation with Yung Berg. He wanted mostly to be up front about it, announce it to everyone, and be done with all the secrecy he knew he was headed for. However, he also knew that was pretty much out of the question at this point. Just then, he received a text message on his phone.
"i told em 2 let you rest, heading to NY @ 2 o'clock," it read. It was from his assistant Nic.
His two main assistants were Nic and Tangie. Tangie always pulled through on the business side, but Nic was more closely involved with Lloyd's personal needs. He thought if he was going to actually tell anyone it had to be someone who wouldn't react unruly and would keep it to themselves. So, he chose Nic. But this was only if he decided he had to tell someone.
First, he had to get back in contact with Yung Berg, and doing this discreetly would be a task indeed.
Two hours later he found himself less than an hour away from boarding a plane engaged in three, maybe four different conversations with assistants and the like. Between every "ok", "thanks", and "sure" he contemplated on how to get back in touch with him before the end of the day.
Meanwhile, miles away, Yung Berg's schedule held two days of free relaxation for him, which he planned to spend in the studio in New York, ironically.
In contrast to Lloyd's feelings, he wasn't thinking particularly much about what had happened the night before. His motives and intentions were much more shallow and cold. Still, he had a subtle desire to call him. Boarding his own plane at 8 p.m., he ventured to explore LA for the time being.
Before boarding the plane, Lloyd decided he had to act at once. He opted for a text message, which Berg would more likely respond to personally and rather quickly, without entourage interference.
"wat now," from Lloyd's phone… five minutes passed…
"we both kno how we feel, n it will stay dat way. Nothin changes," said the reply from Yung Berg's phone.
"Wat about the others?"
"Dey don't dictate us. Jus remember privacy is just that PRIVACY. Don't mess up a good thing dude"
"When will I C U man?"
"IDK, u kno how our schedules are"
"Yea. Well I gotta plane 2 catch."
"iight cool"
"hit u up lata. Luv"
No reply came from Berg's phone to Lloyd's last message, but he paid it no mind. He felt better about talking to him, but was still uneasy about all the questions he was left with. He wondered if he was taking it too serious, or not seriously enough. In confusion as to what he should do, he still urged to tell someone else. Springing such news on everyone would be shocking enough, but he also had to think about the media and his career. Although he had every intention of keeping the utmost privacy, he felt like not at least acknowledging it and putting up a lie for the public was not what he wanted to do.
Whether it hurt or helped his career, he decided to make the most unheard of decision. While discussing himself and his album on 106 and park, he'd slyly incorporate it in conversation and tell everyone about how he felt and who he was. He took time to consider all the factors of his random, possibly irrational decision. In his mind, he walked through the possibilities.
"Might end my career… can't be seen in public with anyone… I might lose people… My friends… My family… But on the other hand I'd never be completely happy…. Stifled contentment and complete success or complete success and stifled contentment…???"
He decided he was making too many big decisions over one sexual encounter, and that he'd just take things slow and remain discreet, but not to deny it. He figured if there were no suspicions, there'd be no questions so he wouldn't be hiding, just cleverly avoiding. He still had an appearance on 106 and park soon, and one plane trip to NY later, he'd have arrived.
Two days later, he found himself in his dressing room preparing for another typical visit to the show he'd been a guest on several times. No stress for him, but the day took a quick turn when he least expected it. Yung Berg knew full well where Lloyd would be, and what he was thinking. Having been friends with him for such a long time, he knew his personality. Beneath all his swagger and player appeal, as much of a smart person as he was, his emotions clouded his judgement, but only in matters regarding his own feelings. He had a strategy to make sure everything went just as he wanted it to.
Lloyd had been in his dressing room for 30 minutes, accompanied by 3 others whom he shunned away for a moment to try to talk to Yung Berg via his cell phone. Before he'd had the chance to dial, at his doorstep stood the man who was to be at the receiving end of the call. Before locking the door behind him, he'd asked that they have a minute to talk undisturbed; a request to which the staff humbly obliged. "What up, man," he said to Lloyd as he clapped hands with him and leaned in for a kiss. "You got some time?" he asked Lloyd. He shook his head yes in reply and began, "That's why I'm glad you came because I really just have a lot to get off my chest. This is just crazy to me, man"
Berg cut him off with another kiss, and pressed himself up against him. "Nothing changes. All we have to do is keep what's private…" after kiss on the neck, "…private" In only a T-shirt and jeans thus far, Lloyd began to kiss him more and take his own clothes off as he did. Before they knew it, Lloyd was completely naked and Yung Berg was down to only his tank top and socks. Caressing one another, they began to revoke the sexual rapture they'd experienced only once before. With their toned bodies close and warm, they passionately continued to kiss. Arousal overcame them as their skin pressed up against one another.
Hot with anticipation, Lloyd was erect to his full 8 inches and ready. Yung Berg propped him up atop the counter in front of the large mirror. After a bit more tongue play, they separated mouths and Yung Berg got on his knees in front of him. First slowly licking around the head of Lloyd's dick, he caused him to let out a slight moan. "Shut up," he told him softly, just before taking on his entire dick. Making strong thrusts with his neck, Yung Berg took in his whole dick with each stroke of his lips. After deep-throating it and holding the position for a moment, he took it out and lifted it to suck his balls. Biting his lip in pleasure, Lloyd closed his eyes and clenched his fist.
Yung Berg then came up and gestured for Lloyd to stand up and turn around. His lover obeyed and bent over in front of him. Applying a small amount of lubrication from the counter top full of products, Berg then began to shove his way into Lloyd's tight hole. As he did, Lloyd let out an inward hiss of slightly painful enjoyment. After he was fully in he began to fuck him, each ram faster and harder than the last, until he was up to speed.
Almost forgetting that people were practically just on the other side of the door, Yung Berg continued to fuck him. Lloyd, still bent over, put one leg up on the counter and the other off. "Yeah, keep that ass open boy," said Yung Berg to him as he grabbed onto Lloyd's thigh while still ramming him. This lasted for several minutes. "Mmmm, I gotta…" said Lloyd, pausing. "No," Berg replied, already knowing what he was going to say. "But I gotta get out there," "Don't fuck this up!" said Yung Berg, reaching his climax. He then pulled out his dick and shot his load all over Lloyd's round ass cheeks. Wiping a bit of sweat off his head, he spoke to Lloyd, "Lets get you cleaned up, dude. You got a show to do,"
After fixing themselves and the room up, they made for the exit. "See you after the show?" Lloyd quietly asked Yung Berg as they separated. He was given no reply as Berg walked off making his way towards the exit. Just as Lloyd walked on stage, he checked his phone one last time before giving it away; he discovered a missed call from a familiar number. He had no time to look further into it, as he was being introduced. He stepped on stage remembering mostly what Yung Berg had told him… "Privacy"
1 comments:
Kenny is this true or no??? Cuz I gaydar goes off pretty hard on Lloyd and Young Berg
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