Calendar Boy

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I doubt Eminem would consent to hot gay sex, but I wrote a story about it, and it's purely fiction. Don't sue me.

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Eminem could feel the hot beams of electric light on his back, as he posed in the corner of the boxing ring. He was sat down, wearing only boxing shoes, with a towel draped over his shoulders, hiding his cock from the camera. He sighed, as he had the camera whir once more. He was shooting his new calendar. Apparently it would be a big seller at Christmas. So here he was, naked in a fake boxing ring, with stylists and technicians all around him. He looked straight at the camera, his face burning with a mixture of anger and bitterness at the sell-out he was turning into. Ironically, that cold, menacing look was exactly what the photographer wanted.

He was pissed off. He'd been training hard, building up his physique for these pictures. His broad shoulders were even broader, sloping into a stomach so packed with muscle it was hard to the touch. His pecs were large and his nipples were pert from the water stylists kept spraying on him. He'd worked on his legs, and now they were taut, muscular and sinewy, with thighs incredidbly strong. And he'd done all that excercise and training for this. A few dodgey pictures to be packed into a calendar, and rushed into shops. He heard the camera click finally, he was handed his towel. He wrapped it thankfully around himself, and stood up. The stylists rushed over to him, handing him a pair of leather chaps. He sighed again. He wanted to shout and swear and hit someone, but he couldn't. The record company might drop him, if he had anymore trouble. So he pulled on the tight black chaps underneath his towel, realising they came without any trousers to hide his cock.

He followed the photographer and stylists into the next month's shoot. It was a bucking bronco, stationery in the middle of a faked barn, complete with hay thrown around the place. He was directed by the photographer to straddle the bucking bronco, covering his cock with one hand. This made Eminem argue.

"Look, man, photographer, I won't be able to cover this dick with just one hand."

The photographer laughed. He had short fluffy brown hair, and a diamond shaped face. He was caucasian, and Eminem couldn't help but notice he was handsome, in a cute way.

"Well, I don't care how big your penis is, but the management says we can't show any genitals. And the name's Matt, by the way."

Eminem groaned. "OK then, brother."

He jumped up onto the bronco, and managed to throw his towel to the side of the room without anyone catching a look at his cock. The photos were taken and they rushed on. The day passed slowly. September - Standing in tight speedoes on a fake beach. October - In a hot shower, foam covering his dick. And then a technician had to reset the lights after a powercut. November - Beside a fire, naked except for a baseball cap, on his front. And then a stylist smashed a light, and an arguement broke out, between a thoroughly pissed off Eminem and the stylist.

"Yo, bitch, what were you doin'? Don't you want to fuckin' get home?" He shouted in his cute Detroit accent.

"Oh my God! It was a damn accident!" The stupid stylist replied, shrieking loudly.

"Hey! Hey! Sharon, go home." Matt called, and the stylist left quickly in tears. "Right, OK, I think just me and Eminem should stay for the December shoot. Everyone else just fuck off home."

Eminem grabbed his towel and flung it round himself. He went to talk to Matt, who was dismissing any straggling technicians.

"Hey, thanks, man. Then I can get back to my crib, right?"

"That's the plan," Matt said, looking Eminem up and down.

When everyone had finally left, the rooms and sets seemed some how more alive than they had been when it was full. Matt led Eminem into the next room. It was a small room, with a fireplace and thick carpet and armchair. A large exaggerated bag full of parcels lay by the hearth.

"Wow, I getta be Santa Claus!" Eminem joked, now more relaxed when it was just him and the cute photographer.

Matt laughed, and switched on the fireplace. Warmth filled the room, and it seemed quite cosy.

"Well, here's your costume. You're a half-naked Santa."

"Whoopee!" Eminem laughed sarcastically.

"Hey, your agent set the ideas, not me. You can change in the corner."

"Hey, no worries, we're guys right?"

Matt looked slightly worried, but stepped back and sat down. Eminem picked up his costume and dropped the towel. He glanced down at his dick. He loved it's length and thickness. It was 6 inches long, soft, and thick. Eminem pulled on his santa jacket, that was left open to show his chest.

"Where do you want me, dawg?"

Matt looked up, looking slightly embarassed. "Right. Hold the bag of presents with your left hand, turn your right leg to hide your genitals... your cock, and look surly yet loveable."

Eminem positioned himself as he described. Matt took a few photos, the clicking and whirring of the camera filling the otherwise silent room. When he had finished he held down his camera and looked at Eminem.

"Right. OK... On your hands and knees... as if you're cr-crawling out the fireplace."

Eminem looked confused for a moment, but then did as he said.

"No.. no. Not quite like that."

Eminem looked at the photographer, pissed off. "Well how the fuck do you mean? Show me."

Matt gulped, and stepped over. He got down on his knees. He couldn't help but notice Eminem's firm muscular behind, perched like a whore beside him, and the long snakey cock hanging below. He apprehensively reached out a shaking hand and pushed Eminem's leg to the side, telling himself "I'm not gonna fuck him, I'm posing him...." He began to shift Eminem's legs, trying to get the position just right.

Eminem couldn't believe how he was feeling. The man's finger's seemed to be massaging him as he was shifted into position. He felt a familiar stirring in his crotch, and let out a low gasp as his cock began to grow. He was confused. He wasn't gay, he definitely wasn't... but the way this cute photographer's nimble fingers rubbed his inner thighs seemed to drive him wild.

Matt could tell the Eminem was enjoying himself. He gentley stroked nearer and nearer Eminem's huge cock. Matt leant down, and taking a massive chance, he poked his tongue out and began to lick Eminem's tight asshole. Eminem let out a groan. He felt a warm, hot sticky feeling in his tongue, as if he was being kissed. Suddenly he realised he was being rimmed. By a man. His conscience was screaming, but the animal in him was groaning in pleasure. And so was he. He felt Matt's hot tongue lick and slurp in and out of Eminem's mouth.

Matt stopped, and reached his hand out and grabbed Eminem's bursting cock and began to pump it slowly. He ran his spare hand over the rapper's muscular back. Eminem felt so hot. He groaned even louder, but then realised what was wrong, and pulled away.

"You're not naked." He said, plainly.

Matt smiled. "I thought you weren't... you know..."

"Gay? Man, I ain't no faggot. But you sure know how to turn me on. Now take off those clothes."

Matt let out an eager groan and ripped off his top and trousers, revealing a toned body and erect 7 inch cock. Eminem turned around and leant on the armchair, taking off his Santa jacket. Matt was in awe of Eminem's massive cock. It stood out, thick as a cucumber, and almost as long. It was light brown in colour and had a veiny shaft. Its pink head looked delicious. Eminem's testicales were large and dark, with a thin lining of brown pubic hairs.

"How big is it?"

"9 inches, dawg. Why don't you come and suck on it?"

Matt lent forward and took Eminem in his mouth. At first it seemed like it wouldn't fit, as if it was too big. But then he felt Eminem's strong hand on his head, guiding him down. He was half-way down on it and worked his way back up, before pumping his head quickly. Eminem groaned.

"That's right. Suck my gangster cock for me..."

Matt's right hand found the base of Eminem's cock and his left hand found his balls. He was gulping and gagging on Eminem's cock now. Eminem bucked his hips, ramming his cock straight down Matt's throat, so he couldn't breathe. He released him, and Matt resumed his sucking, now taking the massive cock right down his throat. Eminem rubbed his pecs and stroked Matt's head and felt with his fingers Matt's lips as they sucked around his cock.

"Mmm... you're one goood cocksucker, man...."

Matt began to pump his mouth on his cock faster, jerking himself off at the same time. He could tell Eminem was getting more into it, as Eminem was groaning and moaning, slurring his words. Matt slurped and sucked on the rapper's heavy balls, continuing to wank him with his hand. He looked up at Eminem, as he gasped for breathe, and watched the rapper writhe as he pleasured him. He pumped his mouth back on the erect cock and sucked it eagerly. It wouldn't be long now. Sure enough, Eminem began to groan and arch his back. Eminem felt on fire, as if every sense of his was alive and burning. He face-fucked Matt violently, pumping in and out. He couldn't hold out for much longer. Something had to break! And it did. He pulled out and came in a spasm over Matt's expectant, beautiful face. Thick globs of creamy white cum spilled out of his massive cock, all over Matt's face, neck and chest.

Eminem finished, and leaned down, lapping up his cum from the photographer's smooth skin. He groaned and forced his hot, cum-soaked lips into his mouth. Their tongues met and danced, lathered in the celebrity's sperm. Eminem began to jerk Matt quickly, still kissing him, and Matt exploded his hot cum over the rapper's chest. They broke apart, Eminem licking up Matt's cum.

After they had recovered they dressed hastily. Matt was terrified Eminem would beat him up, or attack him, now it was over, but instead he grabbed the photographer lovingly, and kissed him again. After he broke the kiss he smiled.

"Are you coming back to mine, tonight, dawg?"

And as Matt nodded his head, he knew that he wanted Eminem tonight.

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