Gay Erotic Stories

This happened about a couple of months ago, around Thanksgiving, I think. Christmas was coming and I wanted to get my peeps… ok, my lady, a little something. Things wasn’t going so good with us, mainly because I kept fucking around, but that’s another story, so I took this chicken shit job, delivering shit for this little appliance store. Motha fucka’s tried to break my back, hauling washing machines and fuckin’ refrigerators all over town.

So, I was on this side of town with nice houses and trimmed lawns, ‘bout two or three days before Thanksgiving. I was pretty happy because, I was getting a check that week for my last two weeks work and it was going to be sweet. It was cold enough to freeze ice cream out there, so I had my gloves on, trying to keep my hands warm. I was trying to get to this box, way the fuck in back of the truck and I had to move a bunch of other boxes. Before I knew it, a box slipped through my hands, falling off the truck with a loud crunch on the hard pavement.

Yo, I looked at that box and saw my whole Christmas, wrapped up in that one neat, mess. Jumped down out the truck, trying to see if maybe it was ok but it didn’t look good. I looked up and noticed this punk walking by, his nose all up in my business and I gave him a "get the fuck up outta my bizness," look ‘cause I was really swollen. I picked the box up, still hoping shit wasn’t as bad as it looked, but then I heard rattling. Shit!Ol’ man Reynolds’ going to take this out my check, I thought, kicking a tire. I looked at the box, trying to see the fuck was in this mug anyway and saw the address. Then I looked up at the address on the house and had to kick the tires again. Got-damnit! This was the box I’d been looking for. Home freeze was still looking at me, his head peeking around the corner of the building. I was ‘bout to give him the what for, when he says, "That my microwave?"

Okay, remember what I said about fucking around? See, that’s the shit always messing it up with my ladies. I gots a little bit of a problem. On da real? I be getting ass, every now and then. Kind of what made this job fun, nahmean? Mo’ niggas be wantin’ to push up on this shit, they see me in this uniform. Be gettin’ them quickies, like that time homey kept talking about Popsicles and how he like one when it’s hot. He was wearing a red silk robe that stopped right at his butt and nothing else. I’m wrestling with this big ass refrigerator of his, trying to cram it in that little cranny hole he had in his kitchen and he’s just going on ‘bout how hot it was and how happy he was gon’ be, soon as he could get him some "Popsicles".

I finally got that thing in place and he pranced over to the door and pushes the icemaker. A cold cube plopped out and he rubbed it on his forehead, his eyes closed, I guess so I could look at him, then he moved it down on his chest. Yo, I didn’t have time for this but my little problem was starting to come up and I couldn’t move.

Tapped that shit, fast and good, right up against that new refrigerator of his. He was all moaning and sweating. The silk felt kinda nice, like a lady’s robe or something and it was hot, seeing my dick slide up his ass, just under that robe. Every time I do shit like that though, it’s like Arlene can tell ‘cause, that’s the times she always wanting to fuck. That’s how my little problem be messing shit up ‘cause, she can tell I ain’t into it, way my shit be going down and shit. She thinking I’m out with another lady and the real problem is them horny assed niggas, always pushing up on me.

I’m working extra hours, minding my bizness, trying to get her something nice for Christmas and I end up in homey’s house. "You want a drink?" He asked, peeling off his coat. A drink? I’m looking at him sideways, wondering where this shit’s goin’ go, this time, but I say ok.He hopped to his kitchen, and I looked around the room, taking in more sights when this cat walks in, looking at me with attitude. It raised its back a little, and then walked away, its fluffy tail wagging at me. Darrell came back with this pink shit and starts pouring it in some glasses.

"Arbor mist," He says, handing me a glass. He’d told me his name when we was outside, just before he’d invited me in. He was a solid, sway backed brotha, with a high ass and round, chipmunk cheeks. "Darrell," He’d said, holding his hand out like he was the fucking Queen of England or something. I didn’t know whether to kiss it or shake it, so I just hitched my head up.

I gulped the shit down, hoping it would do something but all it was, was sweet. He’d look up at me every so often up at me, making me nervous. I mean, what was his game? I done fucked up his microwave and he invites me inside for drinks? "You got big hands," He said, his voice soft. Then he lifts my hand up, like it was a piece of jewelry or something. "Long fingers," he says, all lost in them. "Don’t worry about the microwave." He looks at me like the mouse with the cheese and I take my hand away. "You want something else?" He jumps up, heading back to his kitchen. "I got some Alizé… some Kahlua… Oh!"He pops around the corner with two bottles of some frou-frou looking beer and says, "Some Heineken’s."

Beer is beer, I figure and I downed that shit. He takes off his shoes and socks, lounging back on the couch like Cleopatra. Then he moves his foot toward my leg and brushes his toes against it, real soft. Nigga’s got blue toenails! I’m getting a little buzz on, so I don’t give a fuck. Darrell’s running his foot up and down my leg and I totally forget about the rest of my deliveries. He gets up, walks around the coffee table and squats in front of me. I wasn’t even thinking ‘bout fucking so I was a little surprised when he opened my pants and my shit jumped out, all hard. He gets all big eyed, looking at my shit and licks his lips. Just about nutted up when he swooped, swallowing all my fucking dick. This nigga was a pro. His mouth was like a moist, velvet vacuum cleaner, all sucked up around my shit, slurping and getting it all wet.

Went to moaning and pushing my dick up, looking at his fat juicy lips sliding up and down. Darrell’s slobbing on that shit, all the while working my pants down until they was at my knees. I’m thinking, fuck the microwave too. Hell, he getting something and I’m getting something and everybody’s happy. Yo, I’ve had some niggas swing on my shit but homey had me comin’ ‘round the mountain in record time. Could feel it starting to come, then I looked up and that fucking cat was standing in the door, head cocked, its green eyes just looking at me. That’s when the front door flew open. "The fuck!"

There was this dude, used to stay a few doors down from my moms, back in the day. He was a little strange, washing his car all the time, prancing around in nothing but some shorts and a gold chain around his neck. Used to have strange company come by, mostly when his pops wasn’t home. Me and my little peeps would watch, wondering but never could figure shit out. Guess we was too young. Anyway, he always talked to me and it would make me feel weird because part of me liked it. We’d talk about music or some game we’d watched, but I’d always be uncomfortable ‘cause if one of my peeps had a caught me, I’da been cold busted. Well, I was on the way home from a party one night and I had the blue balls like you never seen.

Goddamn girls at the party wasn’t nothing but teases. I passed homey’s house and he was sitting on his porch, smoking a cigarette. Rumor had it, he had a little weed connection and didn’t mind sharing with the youngbloods, but nobody I knew had ever got none from him. We did our little chatting thing, then it got quiet and I just looked at him a minute. Don’t know where I got the balls, but I asked him about the rumor and he invited me inside. Long story short, homey’s deal was a little ‘exchange’ plan. He got to suck my dick and I got some good bud. Blame it on the weed, or being young, dumb and full of cum, but I’d got off two times and was going for my third when we heard a car pull up in the driveway. "Oh shit, my dad!" He says, jumping up.

Ol’ boy’s dad was a real work. ‘Bout 6 feet 5, he was thick, big assed muscles all over the place like a nigga had been in a prison exercise yard for a minute. And he had a temper. Saw him go off on Jeeter, his son, more than once, especially ‘bout his car. I mean, this was the kind of nigga that’d kick a puppy, just for the hell of it. Jeeter jumps up all panicked and I ain’t had to be told twice. A nigga came within a inch of dying that night, hopping over back fences, my god damn pants in my hands, dogs barking at me. Up until that night that was the closest I’d ever came to getting busted. I’ve boned niggas all over the city, sometimes with they men right out in the back yard, but never…. never got caught. I looked up at this nigga standing in the door and saw my whole life pass in front of me.

"Ah, D, what you doin’?" Homey says. I jumped straight up, my shit sticking out. He’s frowning at Darrell who stands up and says, "Baby, I’m sorry."

"Naw, D, I told you…""This is my last time, I promise."

"Aww, D, you say that every time." He looked at Darrell, then me, shaking his head. "That’s it, D… get yo’ shit!"

"No, no, baby!" Darrell says. He walked over and starts pleading. I’m standing there, fumbling with my pants, shocked as shit, listening as Darrell pleads his case. He couldn’t help it--I was so cute. We wasn’t going to fuck. He has a high sex drive and on and on. Then he started taking his clothes off. Drops his pants, then pulls his undershirt off. All the while, he kissing on ol’ boy, which is really weird, ‘cause I never suspected he was like that. Darrell got down to his shorts, or boxers, or whatever the hell them tight ass things was and then he started pulling them down off his ass so homey can see. They was acting like I wasn’t even there, Darrell turning around a little so homey could see that fat, round ass of his. "You know you ain’t wantin’ to loose this," He says, pulling his boxer thingys down below his ass. Yo, I saw homey’s fat, round, hairy ass, I was feeling for my boy.

Darrell backed up against him and started rubbing his ass against homey’s dick. Homey was breaking, I could tell, then he looked up and saw me. "Naw, D," He says, pushing Darrell away. "You fucked up big time. My shit’s all peeped now… you fucking around with…. with…" He looked at me, face all worried. Darrell looked at me, trying to put two and two together and I’m feeling like the monkey in the cage. "My parolee," Homey finally says.

Oh yeah, did I tell y’all, I’m on parole? Yeah, got sent up for a B & E, (which was really whacked) little while back and I just got out. See, I wasn’t even the one doing the breaking and entering. I tried telling that whacked lawyer I had, Psycho was the one broke the window and me and Rey just went in, once he was inside. Them niggas turned tail and scattered like roaches, soon as the po-po showed up. Left me holding the bag, literally, and I got sent up. LeMar’s my p.o. and up until now, I ain’t had a clue."Parolee? This ain’t…""Yes, D, this is Jordan!"

Darrell looked at me like he’d never seen me before. "You didn’t tell me he was….""All my shit is out, D!"

"No it ain’t." Darrell walked over. "See, he like it." He was rubbing that big ass on me now. "He was ‘bout to nut. Besides’ he yo’ parolee, ain’t he got to do what you say?"

"Yo, LeMar I don’t be doin’ shit like this…"

"He was smokin’ weed," Darrell says, all calm."No I wasn’t!"

"Who you gon’ believe LeMar, me or him?"I was ‘bout to put my foot up that nigga’s ass until I realized, that’s what he wanted. Got real scared then. This faggot was scandalous. "Com’on baby, you know it’s all good," he says. "You hot, I’m hot and…" reaching behind him, he felt me up, "He fo’ damn sho’ hot. Should feel this shit. You didn’t tell me Jordon was this cute. Now I see how come you was always talkin’ ‘bout him. Damn, baby, look at them lips and that smooth chocolate skin. Shit, if you’da got a piece of this, I wouldn’ta blamed you. How you did it? How you had him in yo’ office all them times…. damn, he got a big dick too…. You seen it?"

He kept talking until we both shut up. Have to give it to homey, he was smooth. He’d taken my dick out and I didn’t even have time to protest. He was rubbing that big ass of his all up on it, had me leaking up side it. "Watch," He says, all quiet like, then that nigga just backed up on my shit. His shit was tight and for a second, I thought my dick was goin’ to snap off. LeMar’s standing there, mouth dropped open, watching. Darrell had to stop and grab some lube, then he went to sliding up my dick again. He does a little shriek when my shit first popped in, busting his cherry. LeMar’s eyes bucked and his pants had a big ass mountain in them. "Shit, he big," Darrell says, still pushing back. "Feel good, baby. He ‘bout to… split… Oh!…"His mouth gapped open, LeMar wandered across the room, a big assed tent in his pants. He got around behind Darrell and that was it, that nigga just ‘bout nutted right then, I could tell. "Fuck that shit," he moaned, touching my dick. I hadn’t even got half of it in but Darrell was sitting on a lot already. Damn, his shit was tight! And good!! He started stroking that shit, bending some so he could get more up his ass.

"Fuck his shit, Jordon," LeMar groaned, pulling his shirt off. He didn’t need to tell me twice. I grabbed homey’s big bottom and just sunk that shit. He yelled and moaned, trying to pull off it, but I held his ass on it. LeMar was bare butt naked now, his dick all hard. Homey wasn’t doing too bad himself, all that pipe he had. Between the two of us, we got me out my clothes then we worked Darrell over to the couch. LeMar sat on the back of it, pulling Darrell’s mouth down on his shit, while I stood behind him, digging for gold. Seemed like Darrell might’ve bitten off more than he could chew because he kept hollering and shit. "Good?" LeMar says, holding Darrell by the back of the head, all his inches down homey’s throat. All I could do was grunt on the downstroke, ‘cause homey had some good ass, on da real."Tight, huh?" LeMar says.

"Yeah," I moaned, putting another corkscrew on my boy. I was trying to break my shit off in his ass, freaky assed mutha fucka. He was wiggling, and bucking up and down, trying to find a little relief but couldn’t. "Wait," LeMar says, standing up. "Let’s go in the room, I got a mirror." I was down for whatever, long as I could get that ass, so I pulled out and we dragged him to the room. "LeMar, hol’ up," He was saying. "His dick too big… com’on baby…. I’ll suck both y’all off, okay? LeMar? LeMar!"LeMar said he wanted to see homey’s ass in the mirror so he got him up on all fours while he sat on top of his headboard. He was at the perfect height to pull Darrell back on his hard ass dick and I got behind him. Darrell yelled around LeMar’s dick when I sunk home again but LeMar was getting off on the view.

I looked back a sec over my shoulder and saw what he was looking at. Just to make it better for him, I got up high and straddled homey’s ass. When I looked back that time, I could see my dick going in and Darrell’s fat, hairy ass all split around it. Started humping that nigga like a bitch. "Fuck that shit, Jordon," LeMar says again. He watched in the mirror, moaning and shit. I was making a mad rush for the nut, pumping my dick like crazy now. Darrell moaned and shook but that shit was starting to feel good now, I could tell. Kept humping him but then it started getting uncomfortable, all hiked up in the air like that. Kept slipping out and stumbling.

"Turn ‘em over," LeMar says.We flipped Darrell over, threw his legs up in the air and I got between ‘em. Yo, his toes tried to reach down to the heel of his foot, my dick sunk back home. LeMar was over top his head, his dick stuck down his throat again so all we heard was this long, muffled moan. Had to hold his legs up ‘cause he was all over that bed, wiggling and shit. Till LeMar reached between his legs and started stroking his shit. He was still moving and shit but now ‘cause it was feeling so good. LeMar tried to choke him on that dick. He was steady feeding it to him, all the while, stroking Darrell’s hard dick. All Darrell was doing was moaning and shaking. That nigga ain’t never had it so good--sick down his throat and dick up his ass. Hell, I know he was in heaven. Was swirling that shit, ass swerving and shit. Darrell started making loud noises and his dick was all hard.

I got that first nut in minutes, Darrell’s tight shit stroking my dick better than any pussy. The bed was rocking, and Darrell went to yelling and my shit was just feeling goooood, jumping and shooting up his ass. ‘Bout then, Darrell went ape-shit and just started nutting up all over himself. His ass is milking all the cum out my dick and his dick is just busting big loops of cum all over his stomach and shit. "Damn nigga," LeMar says, watching Darrell shoot. He went to moaning and I heard Darrell gagging on his shit. He must’ve been drowning that nigga in cum ‘cause Darrell kept swallowing and grunting and shit. We was all moaning and cumming and… that’s when the cat walked in. "Hello.. Oh Shit!"

The long and the short of it is, even though I got my lady a real nice gift for Christmas, we broke up ‘bout a week ago. She got fed up with my limp assed dick, all the times she wanted to fuck. I’d try but, my little problem was way outta hand by then. She kept telling me she wasn’t going to share me with another woman. I was lying to myself anyway, trying get up on some pussy all the time when what I really wanted was ass. Tight ass, the kind that try and snap yo’ shit off. Big ass, ass so big, you got to spread it like a loaf of bread to stab it. Hairy ass, with a nice ring of hair round the…. Shit, I’m getting that problem again.

Oh yeah… For y’all all in my bizzz-ness…. I’m living with LeMar now. My parole gon’ be up in ‘bout another three months and we all cool. Me and him both was surprised as fuck to find out, we liked the booty. We like two dogs on the loose, rounding up ass all over town. Got a endless supply with our jobs, you know. Don’t fuck up y’all. Yo’ ass get paroled, you never know, you might end up with LeMar and then you belong to us. And if you need something delivered, best ta be careful who you let in yo’ house ‘cause, if it’s me… well. Like that day homey walked up on us, fucking the shit outta Darrell. See, he was delivering some bottled water and the door wasn’t closed all the way so he up there coming in and walking his ass through the house.

"Hello… Oh shit!" He yelled, almost dropping that bottle of water on his shoulder. Think we didn’t get that? If I’m lyin’, I’m flyin’. Hell, his ass was hard before we could even get to him. Sort of like that time I was on the west side, minding my bizness, making a delivery at this warehouse and I couldn’t find nobody. I’m walking around opening doors and shit and then… Oh shit! You ever seen a nigga could suck his own dick?

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