Music.Lust.Odyssey, Pt. 3

The month of January brought a number of events for Lloyd. Most significantly, his birthday which was only three days into the new year. He was currently in Atlanta, and had done alot of partying the previous night in celebration of the new year. So, in his private suite at the Glenn Hotel he was staying in, he once again slept well into the morning; resting his head on the firm smooth chest of his friend, and recently lover, Yung Berg.

He'd been awake for thirty minutes before he actually decided to get up. He wanted to savor the feeling of being in the warm caress of his sleeping partner. A small ray of sunlight shone through the curtains and streamed across his body, at an angle, which topped off the perfect morning setting. He finally built up the strength to let go of his lackadaisical bliss, and lifted his head. Berg didn't stir, but remained in his deep slumber. Lloyd sat to an upright position at the edge of the bed. After taking time to stretch, he went to the bathroom.

Leaving everything behind him on the floor, he turned on the shower and got in. The water splashed down on his body, and pulled him out of his tire completely. As he stood and let himself adjust to the temperature, he began to think. He'd been with Yung Berg since three days prior when he had his appearance on 106 and park, but somehow the conversation he'd been wanting to have with him since that day hadn't come up. He figured he'd have to bring it up eventually but didn't want to mess things up this close to his birthday. However, despite when he was going to do it, he knew it was inevitable. Just as he'd began to pour a liquid body wash down himself, Berg knocked at the door.

"So you just gon' come in here like that without inviting me?" asked Yung Berg, with a laugh.  Lloyd, completely exposed, smiled at him in return. Berg walked up to him and grabbed him with one hand around the waist. Lloyd leaned toward him, dripping small drops of water onto his t-shirt which was the only thing he was wearing aside from his boxers. "So you comin' in or what?" asked Lloyd, followed by a kiss. With a smirk Berg replied, "Sorry Mr. Polite my people just gave me a call, and Im'a have to get on up out of here, but I'll be back before Saturday. No stress" Slightly let down, Lloyd put his emotions to the side and quickly retorted, "'iight cool Christian. It's all good. I got a lil' bit of shopping to do anyway. You know, with the b-day around the corner and all"

"Cool!" said Yung Berg, in an almost relieved manner. "Well it look like im gon' be hoppin' in the shower at Tanzie's" he said, referring to one of his 'entourage' members on his way out of the bathroom, " 'Cuz you know she got all my essentials," "Do me a favor lil' daddy," said Lloyd. Berg looked back into the door. "Close the door for me," Lloyd finished. With a quick slight shrug, he did so and Lloyd continued his shower, alone.

By the time he emerged from the bathroom, bathed and redressed in fresh underwear and tank top, Yung Berg was gone.  He proceeded to finish readying himself as his usual string of calls began to come in.

It had been officially two days since he had seen or heard from Berg; and it was his 23rd birthday. Practically everyone Lloyd knew had wished him a happy birthday, but him. Even worse, half of his birthday and half of his plans were already gone because it was 12 noon. He was currently treating himself to his own birthday present, which was another tattoo on his arm. With about ten minutes left before was to leave the tattoo shop, he received a call; but this time, on his personal line. "Hello," he answered puzzled as to who the strange number was. "What up lil' dude. You know I couldn't forget to say happy birthday to my main man Ladi," said the familiar voice. "Wayne! What's good man?" said Lloyd in surprise. "I heard you was in Atlanta, and i'm here too so my thinking was that I should stop through ya' party tonight," said Lil Wayne on the phone. "Oh, ok ok, that's wassup. Well then let me just hook you up with the information and all that," replied Lloyd. In such surprise, he was almost distracted from his worry about Y.B.

Several hours later amongst blaring lights, blasting music, and hordes of fans, family, and friends he was enjoying his celebration which was well under way. He was dressed completely in white, with a fitted cap to match and looked for the most part festive. About halfway through the party, his surprise cake was rolled out and everyone began a chorus of "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU," Elated he smiled as they sung to him, and stepped forward on the stage to blow out his one large candle. Into the microphone he spoke, "Now I know usually you ain't supposed to do this, but I wanna say my wish out loud. I'm gon' wish that everybody in here feel just as good as I do right now, ALL year," However, this was not completely true. He still felt tense; definitely due to Yung Berg's absence and the fact that he hadn't even heard from him.

It was about midnight when Lil Wayne approached him "Where you headed after this party?" he asked, half shouting against the loud environment. "Probably to get something to eat and back to my hotel eventually. I gotta leave for LA in the morning," said Lloyd. "Why don't you come by my crib for a minute? You know I got a place down here I stay in when im here," replied Wayne. "Ok, that's cool with me," said Lloyd. He'd planned on leaving soon, so he left with him after telling Nic to take the limo back to the hotel with everyone else he arrived with.

In a strange turn of events, before he'd arrived he fell asleep in the back of the car they were riding in, as a result of his partying tire and also drinking. "He too beat to be going anywhere. I'll just hook back up with him later," said Wayne taking notice. Then, he ordered the driver to take them back to Lloyd's hotel.

When they arrived, Wayne tried to wake him up and help get him into the hotel, to no success. To get assistance, he called down Nic, who immediately came to help. They soon got him up to his room and onto his bed, where he almost immediately fell asleep. Afterward his phone vibrated, but he didnt check it. Only minutes after he was asleep again, in walked Yung Berg holding a large bag which he sat by the front door.

Without even as much as a 'hi', he began to undress and rolled Lloyd over on his back which woke him up.  "Wassup baby," said Berg, quickly kissing him. "What you… mean," said Lloyd in slurred words. "I'm here. You didn't think I forgot, did you?" said Berg, down to his pants and socks now, still kissing Lloyd's chest and neck. "You missed the party. I wanted you there," he replied slowly. "But I'm here now…. and about to show you exactly why you save the best for last," said Yung Berg. "No, dude…. You wasn't there," said Lloyd, still slurring his words and resisting Berg's tugging at his clothes. "What you mean no? I'm what you wanted right? You just drunk," Berg shot back. "Not like this," said Lloyd, but finally just giving in.

Not nearly as excited as he would normally be, Lloyd undressed completely and began to kiss him back. "Yea that's more like it," Berg droned. He turned him over. "Let me get that ass birthday boy," He then spread his ass open and began to tongue him slowly. Resisting the urge to give in to the pleasure, Lloyd grasped his pillow. Berg plunged his face deeper, swirling his wet tongue in his ass and now stroking his long hard dick simultaneously. He switched positions, laying on his back so Lloyd could bring himself down to his face. He continued to lick him, and inserted one finger while doing so. "Yea, you like daddy tongue don't you?" he asked him. He began to suck his ass now. Practically fucking him with his tongue, he made sure to keep him wet. He thrust his finger in and out yet again before turning him over once more.

He got on his knees behind him and, after putting on a condom, slapped his ass a few times then proceeded to put it in him. Grasping his round soft ass, he forced his dick in and held it there for a moment. "What you like?" he asked Lloyd. He squeezed his ass cheek and asked him once more, "You like that dick, don't you," "Damn, man! Yea," said Lloyd.  "I know you do," said Yung Berg fucking him at a steady pace. As his thick cock went in and out, Lloyd pushed his ass harder and faster into him. "Ok, somebody tryin' to step it up for they birthday," said Yung Berg steadily keeping up with him. He speeded up his pace and was slapping into him roughly. "Take that dick, boy," he said, taking control of the situation. Every thrust seemingly more pleasurable than the last, Lloyd moaned in pleasure.

To his absolute displeasure, after what only seemed to be ten minutes of intense sex, Berg began to slow down. "Hate to take a shortcut, but I gotta make this a quick trip baby," he said to Lloyd. "Are.. you.. serious?" said Lloyd, his voice skipping a beat every time Berg rammed his dick into him, "Damn, yea this shit feel good but… Serious as… FUCK!" said Yung Berg, beginning to cum.

He pulled out after climaxing and removed his condom. He then went to gather his clothes. "So you just gon' leave?" asked Lloyd. "I told you baby, I gotsta be out!" he said in return.

Almost shocked at the idea of being walked out on, Lloyd spoke no more. "Should've brought home a damn groupie or two," he thought to himself. Left with nothing to do, he grabbed his phone. As it happened, the vibration from earlier was a text message. This one, being from "Lil Wayne" as it said in his contacts. It read:

U owe me a nite out, fam

Weezy

"I think Im'a take you up on that one sooner than later," he said to himself. He then went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Music.Lust.Odyssey, Pt. 2

Leading from the doorstep of Lloyd's hotel room, on the floor, lied a diamond encrusted wristwatch, followed by a Christian Dior leather jacket, white tank-top, and Cavalli jeans, all leading up to a bed occupied by Lloyd himself, who just managed to get to sleep some two hours earlier. "So much for a full night's rest," he silently thought to himself, as he woke up to a surprisingly empty room.

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"