I Am NOT a Prostitute!

Why in the hell do people on the street come up to me saying nasty shit like this? i undersatnd that, yes, i post half naked pics of myself on the web, but thats not my actual personality. i am FAR from sexual. i dont flaunt my shit on the streets and bring in attention... at least not that attention.

Music.Lust.Odyssey, Pt. 5

Lloyd was caught in the middle of a would-be passion filled moment, his ringing phone in hand. Lil Wayne sat up, still atop him, and asked glibly, "You gon' answer it, li'l one?" Lloyd sat up against the headboard, propping a cream shaded silk-cased pillow between himself and Lil Wayne. He pressed send, and slowly prepared to speak.

"Wassup?" he asked slowly, trying to hide the guilt and nervosity, his head still somewhat spinning. "Hey what's good withchu shawty?" asked Yung Berg; he continued, "I called once earlier, but you didn't answer though. You miss me? I miss you, fam" he said. "Ummm. Yea, you know I do," said Lloyd. His insides were fluttering rapidly with butterflies. He was scatterbrained and confused, trying his best to keep his composure in his tight situation. Wayne waited patiently, rubbing his hand lightly across Lloyd's chest back and forth. "So, I know you still in ATL right now, but what you think about going to these couple of premieres in LA with me when you get back; You know, get some time out together," "Look at you sounding concerned," said Lloyd with a laugh. He was unsure whether to express the emotion that he wanted Yung Berg to feel, or keep his cool and stay on good terms with Wayne. He froze for a moment, in thought, and let Berg continue to speak. "Yea, I got a nice li'l surprise for you too when I see you; and trust me, this one ain't nothing you gon' expect,"

"I can't wait to see it," said Lloyd, unenthusiastic in his moment of bewilderment. "I'm sorry, I'm most definitely glad to hear from you, but I really gotta go," said Lloyd. "Oh, well alri–" said Yung Berg being cut off as Lloyd quickly ended the call. Wayne was calmly breathing into his neck as he liesurely gave him kiss after kiss. Lloyd sat his phone back down, and the room returned to darkness. "Who was that sexy?" asked Lil Wayne, moving backward so that he was kneeling before him on the bed. "Nothing important," lied Lloyd. "Now, come here. I got sumthin for you," he said to Wayne pulling him forward by the arm. He didn't want to focus on anything in particular at that point. He knew what he was doing wasn't exactly what he wanted, but also knew laying alone would only drive him crazy with deliberation. Really, he wanted to just let it all go, and relax. This was the only way he saw at that exact moment to just take himself away from it all. With that decided, he ardently immersed himself in Lil Wayne, and for that moment devoted his mind, body, and spirit to their sexual connection. His lips met Wayne's in the most amorous way he knew how. Attempting to find the gray area between gentle and rough, he embraced him fully, grabbing onto his satisfyingly rotund ass; which almost directly contradicted his otherwise toned physique. It drove Wayne crazy to see Lloyd so aggressive, and he responded equally. He pinned him down by the arms and laid into him, briskly grabbing at his exposed dick and balls. He began to lick his way down Lloyd's body. He fondled around Lloyd's nipples with his tongue. Lloyd bit his lip in pleasure, and clutched the covers as his sexual desire built up even further. He couldn't see a thing in the darkness but he felt Wayne going lower and lower on him.

Wayne finally reached his belly button, & kissed and licked that as well. He was just above his pubic hair as he swiftly, grabbed Lloyd's legs and lifted them above him. Without a moment's notice, he plunged his face into Lloyd's supple ass. Lloyd kept his eyes closed and a wad of blanket clutched in his hand, as he held the back of Wayne's head with the other. Wayne worked on Lloyd's warm anal ring with great zest, building up a nice layer of saliva on the surface. He squeezed his cheeks hard, and pushed his mouth further in, his tongue and lips positively whirling in Lloyd's ass. In nearly unheard of passion, Lloyd released a sound even he couldn't comprehend, but Wayne knew that meant he was doing something right. "Mmm Hmm, yell for yo' daddy li'l one," he said to Lloyd, spanking him yet again. Wayne turned him over quickly, and poised his fully erect huge dick behind him, ready to insert. "Fuck! yea!" Lloyd proclaimed as Wayne forced his dick into him. Lloyd was taken aback, yet pleased. Wayne was simply barbaric as he pounded him from behind. After the first few minutes of sex-crazed ass smacking thrusts, Lloyd mind began to wander to places he was completely unsure of. Under the influences of the remains of the liquor, and the unanticipated erotic encounter he was experiencing, he fell into a state of near unawareness. Either Wayne's dick was just that good, or he was really going through some stuff…. or both. Wayne pounded him on an on, with the stamina of a marathon runner. He occasionally slowed down and drove his entire shaft deep into him, pulling his head back and kissing him at the same time.

He turned him back over and stood in front of the bed, over him. "Come here," he said grabbing him by the leg, in the darkness. He picked him up, and Lloyd wrapped his arms around his neck, and his legs around his waist. Wayne placed his palms under his ass, and held him up as his throbbing dick head once again met Lloyd's sultry entrance. Moaning and breathing heavily, Lloyd sucked Wayne's lip as he began to bounce up and down on his waist, locked at the ankles, and holding tightly around his neck with one arm and grasping his lower back with the other. With their hot bodies pressed against one another's, Wayne leaned against the wall behind him as Lloyd continued to ride him. It had been about 45 minutes at this point, a short encounter for Wayne but Lloyd's longest with a man yet; and Wayne didn't want to give him more than he could handle although he didn't know he already had. Still in control of the situation, he felt his climax coming. He sped up for a moment, his dick sliding in and out smoothly. Finally, he laid Lloyd on the bed and pulled out. He began to cum, and soon a small puddle of his nut was on Lloyd's stomach. Wayne took a few heaving breaths, and got to his knees in front of him. He then began to lick Lloyd's stomach clean of his own cum, after which he kissed Lloyd one last time.

Still in complete darkness, Wayne plopped himself on the bed next to Lloyd, who still hadn't spoken a word. "You 'iight?" whispered Wayne to him, rubbing his hand across his thigh. "..damn," uttered Lloyd. "That's what I like to hear," replied Wayne. Though he may not have said for the reason Wayne thought, he let him believe so. The guilt began to set in, he was forced back into reality. And all the thoughts he wanted to surpress were flooding back in. However there was one thing Wayne's outstanding dick did allow him to do to avoid it all: and that was sleep…

Lloyd awoke the next morning, alone under a sheet. Somehow, he was wearing a t-shirt and his boxers once again. As usual, he immediately turned to his phone. It almost shocked him at the small amount of calls, texts, etc. he'd missed. He had about 14 messages and 20 texts. The most recent text message was from Wayne. "I'm ova @ tha dealership shawty brb" it read. Lloyd saw this as his only moment to leave, and so he did. After getting dressed, he was sure he'd left something behind, but he didn't care. He rushed out of the house, without even taking time to see if anyone was there. One of Wayne's own drivers took him home, and by his request did so without haste.

Once he was home, he immediately closed himself in the room he'd put his temporary things in, and called Nic, his assistant. The phone rang no more than twice before he answered, "Yo! Where you been, we been calling man," "What time is my flight back to L.A. again?" Lloyd asked hurriedly. "12, you ready?" Nic asked. It was 10:30. "Can it leave any sooner?" asked Lloyd. "Maybe, why you in a rush?" said Nic. "Nah man, just curious. I'm gonna call you in a minute I just gotta take care of somethin'" Lloyd replied, hanging up before Nic could even begin to say goodbye.

He kept his phone in his pocket unless he heard Nic's ringtone or his mother's as he left the house. He was almost sure one of the calls he ignored was Lil Wayne's but he didn't really care. He was just eager to get back to LA as soon as possible. On the way back, all he could do is think. He thought about the possibility of telling Yung Berg what happened. He thought about doing it again once or twice. He felt as if he'd cheated on Berg, but they weren't even dating; and he knew telling him that would just drive him even further away. He'd become quite the contemplative young man lately, and he wasn't sure if he liked it. Before he knew it, he'd fallen asleep and landed in LA.

He and Nic chatted subtlly about his business ventures and upcoming shows on the way to their hotel. He also had a photoshoot that day, but was in no mood to be posing for cameras- the paparazzi was enough of a burden. Once in the hotel, he called Yung Berg immediately. "What's poppin'?" Berg answered happily. "Yo, i'm back in LA, same hotel and all. What's good?" asked Lloyd. "Well lucky for you the because….." said Yung Berg followed by a long pause. There was aknock at his door. It was Nic, however. "Aye man, I just came by to tell you something right quick" he said. He then began to make his way into the room, and from behind him emerged Yung Berg. "… because I'm here too!" said Berg, hanging up the phone as he greeted Lloyd in person. "Surprise, Surprise!" said Nic laughing as he left and closed the door behind him.

Lloyd was finally back person to person with him. He wanted to keep his cool, maintain his swagger, but the moment their hands met he melted inside. "You seem like somethin' bothering you dog. Well I got the perfect pick-me-up for you," he said turning around and dropping his jacket. He had a new tattoo on the back of his neck, it was Aaliyah. "I like that….She's beautiful," "Yea but that one's a lil more sentimental for me. I got somethin' for you," Berg said. He lifted up his shirt and revealed another new tattoo. This one was on his lower back, in long cursive letters. It read, "Ladi" Lloyd's nickname since childhood. Seeing this hurt Lloyd, because his feelings were stronger and he knew what he'd done. He smiled, though. "How you gon' do somethin' like that for me? How long you had it?" asked Lloyd, grabbing his hands. "A while now. Look I just, I know what you been goin' through cause it's new to us to even be involved with each other like this. You was my bestfriend before we did it, and you still are. Just know i'm still here, anytime you need me," said Yung Berg. He wasn't really planning on taking it much further than sex the first time, but started to feel a stronger connection to Lloyd, and he didn't really want to fight it.

Lloyd immediately released all his emotions. "I wanna be more to you. Back when you used to be with them girls I used to see how you treated them, and I want that. I think about you alot, man. I don't know if I'm supposed to feel this way, but I like it. I don't want to run you away but I just can't help the way I feel. I feel like….. I think… I love you. It's hard to say but I think I fell in love with you. And it's just so hard for me to do that because I messed up. In Atlanta I–" Yung Berg cut him off and kissed him. There was a momentary silence. "You tell me you love me… and I think I'm ready for it, this is what I want to do. So if you love me, then i'm yours. You brave as hell for being able to tell me, but I wanna be with you. Only you," he said. Lloyd had to tell him, right away. "I fucked Wayne….and I'm not sure why," He expected this to be the moment Berg flipped out on him. Under the assumption that it occurred long ago, Berg dismissed it, "Well that was then, this is now. This is us… No stress, baby," His words took a major weight off of Lloyd's shoulders, and he immediately grabbed him and held him tightly. He could move forward, they could be happy. He thought, 'It's in the past, and I can just move on. It's over….. isn't it?"

Music.Lust.Odyssey, Pt. 4

Silence. Absolute silence was the only thing within the room other than Lloyd himself. He had returned to his Atlanta home for a short vacation, and had plans on taking some studio time soon. At the current moment, he was deep in thought. Thinking about how exactly he should approach his situation with Yung Berg. He wanted him, that was for sure. But recently, he wasn’t sure if the feeling was mutual. Before, he thought he only desired to hook up with guys on occasion. But now this was who he wanted to be. This was the life he wanted to live; and he couldn’t think of anyone he wanted to be with more than Yung Berg. He’d fallen in love with him, but he was sure the feeling wasn’t mutual. He was almost certain that Yung Berg only saw him as a sex buddy now. However, Lloyd’s feelings weren’t new. He’d always had a lingering desire for him, but never imagined the situation would come out like this if he acted on it. Everything was happening so fast. For an instant, he thought of just casting him aside and moving on with his own life. He erased the thought immediately. Although he quickly jumped into this, he planned on staying in it as long as he could. This was a serious situation for him, and all he wanted right now was some clarity.
After about a solid hour or so, he turn on the TV to break the silence. At the same time he turned on his phone. His personal line, of course. A typical stream of missed text messages came through. None, however, from the one person he was waiting to receive one from. He had only a few voicemails so he took time to check them.

The first was from his friend ,and assistant, Nic. “Yo, you know who it is. I know you taking some time to unwind by yourself and whatnot; Nothing major, just call me when you get a chance, bro. a’ight,” In anticipation for the voice he so longed to hear, he saved it and moved on. “Aye yo young’n. This Wayne. Hit me back playa,” said Lil Wayne in the second message. This took his mind off of Yung Berg immediately. His turned his attention to calling Wayne back right away. As the phone rang, he began to feel a little more relaxed. After what seemed like no time at all, he answered. “What’s good li’l dude,” Wayne greeted him. “Wassup man, I ain’t even doing too much of nothing. Just trying to come down for a while before I get back to work,” replied Lloyd, making his way for the kitchen. “So I take you free, is what you saying, right?” asked Wayne. “Pretty much, for the next two days or so,” “Well since I make my schedule, I’m coming to get you, today. I told you, you owe me a night out; but I kinda feel like making it more like a day. We can go by my place, and you know it’s about a million things to do over there,” “I’m with it, but I’m sure I can drive there,” “All it takes is one call from just about anybody and you’ll be gone faster than it takes you to get here in the first place. I’m your ride, you ain’t disappearing on me this time ha ha,” Wayne said in a sarcastic voice. “That’s cool too! Just me, my boy Wayne, and yo’ people,” said Lloyd. “Yeah, so I got somebody coming for you now,” he replied. “How’d you know where I was?” Lloyd asked. “I know people. Just go ‘head and get yourself ready man,” said Lil Wayne before hanging up. Lloyd grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and proceeded to get himself together.

In an hour’s time he was prepared to leave, as his ride pulled up outside the house. After taking time to say goodbye to him mother and cousin, he left the house. Wearing only a cavalli jacket, sun glasses, and a cap to keep a low profile, he went to the truck and got in the back. After a quick greeting with the driver, he got relaxed and put on some music. It was very unusual for him to listen to his own music, but for some reason there was one particular song he wanted to hear. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the smooth ride.

“I’mma catch you in the shower while you dripping wet..” played the song from his most recent album, in his ears as he began to drift into his imagination. “Rub your till you dry, put your body on the counter. You gone say Do that daddy…” the song continued. He was envisioning himself back at the Bahamas, which was a place he loved to visit. He felt completely at ease. He was so deep into the feeling, it almost felt real to him. He sat in the cool, tranquil waters, alone at first. The water was a perfect temperature, and it caressed him softly. His eyes were still closed, even in his imagination. He then felt the subtle warmth of another body, slowly pressing against his own. He welcomed the body, and didn’t speak. The person had a very firm body, and began to gently grab him by the waist. Lloyd nearly melted into him as he gave in effortlessly. He was feeling cool and serene and wanted the moment to last. The melody carried on “This is the year of the lover…” He finally opened his eyes and saw the strong, solid chocolate arms that were holding him. Definitely not Yung Berg and he didn’t notice, or really care for that instant. He leaned his head back, with his face incredibly close to the other man’s. His lips pressed faintly against the other’s. The car came to a sudden halt, throwing Lloyd completely out of his zone. “Sorry for the abrupt stop, sir, but we’re here,”

Taking a moment to adjust himself, Lloyd grabbed his bag and left the car, forgetting to even thank the driver. He turned off his music and shook his head a few times to adjust back with reality. He’d always had a very vivid imagination.

It sounded pretty busy within the mansion, and before he even made it to the door, Lil Wayne himself was welcoming him. “What’s good, boy!” he said to him. “Nothin’ much man. Thanks for the ride, by the way,” “Nu’n major. Told you I had you,” replied Wayne gesturing him through the door. There were about 6 people in the front of the house alone, all of which took turns exchanging shakes and “Wassup’s” with Lloyd. He sat his stuff down in Wayne’s own bed room, and took a seat on the bed. Strangely, he was one of few that Wayne let in there. “I just been down there shootin’ 100’s and drinkin’” laughed Wayne, changing out of his jeans into a pair of basketball shorts . “That’s cool with me,” said Lloyd, springing up once more to follow him back out. As he was following him down stairs toward the back of the house, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He grabbed it to see who was texting him. To his surprise, and somewhat relief, it was Yung Berg.

“I gotta see you baby. I know I haven’t been as good as I could, but I care about you alot. I don’t want to rush it but I really am feeling you,” it read.

Lloyd wasn’t sure what to make of it. Yes, Berg said exactly what he wanted to hear everytime but he wasn’t sure if he’d seen actions to back it up. But Lloyd couldn’t help but feel queasy with nervosity anytime he had to interact with him, even through a text. He was hooked on him, and he knew it. “I love you…” he began to type, but erased it immediately. He’d gotten ahead of himself. “Thanx” he decided to type instead, and sent it. Finally, he went and joined Wayne and the rest for drinks.

They enjoyed themselves for at least 10 hours, before everyone started to leave. It was easily 2 AM; and yet again Lloyd had one too many drinks. A negative trend was starting…

The mansion was empty, other than Wayne himself and Lloyd by 2:35. For one reason or another, everyone was gone. Even the others who lived there. “Man, I had fun I really did bro, but I gotta go,” said Lloyd, only slightly slurred this time. “Yo’ eyes much bigger than ya stomach, young’n” said Wayne with a chuckle. “Come on, we got plenty room around here. Just crash with ya boy,” said Wayne helping him up. Lloyd silently obliged. They got the room, and he laid down in Wayne’s bed. Within a moment, he felt a very strange urge. He sat to an upright position, and just as he did, a short stream of vomit fell from his mouth to his shirt. “Oh shit!” said Wayne. “Get to the bathroom, bruh,” he said grabbing him by the wrist.

Lloyd kneeled over the toilet and finished throwing up, at which point he fell into a heap next to the shower. Wayne entered, carrying all the items he’d need to get cleaned up, as well as fresh clothes. “Take some time and get it together. I’ll be out here man,” he said as he exited, and closed the door. Immediately, Lloyd removed nearly all his clothes and was left in his underwear which was about the only thing left clean on him. He turned on the shower and removed those as well. He took a moment to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth out. After which, he stepped into the shower. The cool water somewhat shocked him back into mental solidarity. He soaped himself up, and washed off. His hair was wet so he opted to take down his braids.

Fresh, immaculate, and sanitary, he stepped out of the shower. However, his equilibrium was still slightly off and he jerked backward, causing him to slip. He landed on his side, unharmed. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself as he got up. “You need help in there,” asked Wayne from the outside. “Nah, I’m good,” he replied. He slipped once more on the wet floor and continued, “Well, maybe I kinda do,” Wayne entered and took his hand, as he attempted to get up. He grabbed the fresh t-shirt on his way out as Wayne helped him.

They arrived back at the room and he took a seat on the bed, still wrapped in only the towel. “Well, I’m tired; so I’m gon’ catch you in the morning bro,” said Wayne. Lloyd turned off the light after he left, and laid back in the bed. He was alone, so rather than get dressed he took off the towel and just went to sleep.
It’d been about an hour, but after what only seemed like moments. Wayne reentered the room. He quietly approached the bed, Lloyd laying completely naked upon it. His dick stiffened in his shorts as he gazed at him in the dark. He was never one to pass up an opportunity, so he took a huge leap, and grazed his hand against Lloyd’s round ass. Lloyd was awake now, but didn’t speak. Wayne then proceeded to grab his ass, at which point he was sure Lloyd was awake. He then took things a step further and mounted him on the bed. Lloyd was still laying on his stomach. Wayne leaned into him and licked his ear lobe. “Tell me this ain’t what you want,” said Wayne. Lloyd was so unclear as to how Wayne knew he’d enjoy this but he didn’t disagree. Wayne’s erect dick was pressed against Lloyd’s back in his shorts, as he continued to whisper to him, “Damn you so sexy,”

Lloyd turned over and they began to kiss. Lloyd wasn’t sure why he was doing it, but it felt ok to him. Lloyd’s hand went into Wayne’s shorts. He was a moment away from grasping the stiff cock that awaited him, when his phone rang. They abruptly broke their kiss, as the lit-up screen illuminated the dark room. The ringtone pierced the passionate silence. Lloyd quickly snatched it up as it rang. The contact read, “Y.B.”

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"