Gay Erotic Stories

The following story is a work of pure fiction. Any comparison to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. The sun had barely risen in the sky when Eminem opened his eyes. He lay in the bed under the covers hating that he had to leave. His body felt so warm from the protection of the covers but he knew that Dr. Dre would soon be there to pick him up. They were heading to the airport to fly out to Los Angeles. They would be doing a television show and a few performance dates. Eminem finally stood up from the bed and stretch his body He had a ranging hard-on but he had to get ready, so he ignored it. But for some reason he felt the urge to jack himself off. It was cold and he was horny. Instead, he jumped in the shower and let the warm water wake him up. Not far away, a car sped towards Eminem's house. The driver was a young, black man around the age of 21. He had planned what was about to go down for the past year. The music that was bumping had to be Eminem. Even though the music offended him, it only fueled the hate he had for Eminem. He had grown up with Eminem and recently went to an Eminem concert. When he approached Eminem after the concert, he acted like he had never seen him in his life. So the young man rode along in anger knowing that he was going to scare the rapper. He pulled up a few houses down from Eminem’s home and cut off the car. It was cold and it would soon be morning. So he had to hurry or he would risk of getting caught. He exited the car and reached into his pocket to pull out his ID He looked at the ID and saw his name, Jamar. Jamar threw the ID in the car just in case he got caught. He didn't want anything on him if that happened. He locked the car door and crept down the sidewalk towards Eminem's house. He arrived at the house and stopped for a moment. His heart stopped beating and he rubbed his dick through his pants. He knew soon he would be feeding the white asshole some meat for breakfast. Jamar's agile body leapt over the fence and he scanned the back yard. Eminem always kept the window open in his bedroom during the night. Jamar crawled over to the window and raised his body slowly to look into it. He scanned the bedroom. The bed was empty. The thought that Eminem might have left for his trip ran through his head. His anger began to boil but then he thought ‘he would have locked up if he left’. He figured that he had gone to the bathroom and this created the perfect opportunity for him. Jamar knew that Eminem kept a gun in the dresser where he slept. If Eminem was away from the dresser then he was away from the gun. Jamar pushed open the window enough for him to crawl in. Jamar sat down on the ground and listened for footsteps. He heard none. All he heard was the shower running. He smiled and licked his lips. He stood and walked over to the dresser and got the gun. He took the gun and emptied it and threw it out the window. Jamar thought about keeping the gun but he knew that he outweighed Eminem by 60lbs He planned on a struggle with him, which would make it even hotter. His dick was throbbing. The throbs were matching his heartbeat. He was ready for this. Eminem would know it was Jamar who did it, but would never tell out of fear of street credibility. So Jamar took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. He looked at himself in the mirror. Ran his hand across his chest and let his finger circle around his nipple once. He giggled to himself. Eminem will soon no longer have a virgin butthole. Every time he is on television, acting manly, he would have this place inside of him that knew that Jamar had stuck it to him. The shower stopped and so did Jamar’s breathing. Jamar didn't know how he would start things. So he lay down in the bed and rested in the dark. He was aching to get rid of the pants but decided to keep them on just in case something happened. Eminem stepped out of the shower and dried himself. He was fully awake and ready to finish doing whatever packing was needed for the trip. Eminem reached down and slid into his blue boxers and headed out of the bathroom. He didn't notice anything different. As his eyes adjusted he saw a figure in the bed. His first thought was to lunge for the gun but it was too close to the figure in his bed. He recognized the figure in his bed. He placed the clean-cut face with a fella who grew up in the neighborhood with him named Jamar. Jamar beamed a smile and spoke, “You remember me now." Eminem started to shake. It was his school days all over again except this time he would get stabbed or worse. Jamar had his shirt off and this puzzled Eminem. Jamar motioned to Eminem to come to him. Eminem did not move. "Don't make me come and get you," Jamar gruffly shot across the dark room. Eminem thought to himself that he could make a run for it. Jamar, sensing that he might do just that, lunged at him at full speed. Eminem had barely turned around when he felt the strong arms around him. Eminem struggled against Jamar's power but he was quickly pulled onto the bed. His back was pressed against Jamar's chest. This was the first time Eminem noticed that Jamar's chest was cut. He felt insecure at that moment. "Hold on. I got something to make this special," Jamar said as he pulled a CD case from his jean pocket. He walked over to the CD player, put it in and turned it on. The quiet room was filled with the sounds of N'Sync. Eminem turned and reached for the dresser. Jamar sensed the movement but pretended not to know what Eminem was planning. Eminem opened the dresser and reached in for the gun. It was gone. His heart stopped and he knew he was trapped. He couldn't run for the phone and his cell was in the kitchen. Jamar turned around and unzipped his pants. The zipping sound was slow and penetrating to the ear. Eminem knew what was going to happen. Jamar's pants fell to the ground in one swoop. Jamar stood in tight, black boxer briefs. Eminem's eye traced down Jamar’s powerful body stopped on his package. He could not tell how big it was or what he was in store for him. Jamar shook his hips to the boy band group sounds. It was almost comical. Eminem would have laughed if he weren’t scared out of his mind. Jamar was standing over Eminem. He brought his face to Eminem's and soon his tongue was invading Eminem's mouth. Eminem tried to close his mouth but it was no use. The long tongue found the hole. Their tongues did battle and left wet slimy trails across it others tongue. Eminem closed his eyes and thought that he was going to heave. It took all of Eminem's energy not to heave at that moment. Somehow, during the kiss, Jamar ground his body between Eminem's legs, leaving his dick on top of Eminem's. Eminem struggled when he felt the hard member against him. The struggle only added more sensation to Jamar. Their bodies grinded slowly up against one another. Jamar could feel himself sweating. The sweat dripped onto Eminem’s chest and rolled down his stomach. Jamar's head went down to Eminem's nipples and began to suck. The sucking began with soft licks and turned into sucking pulls of the nipple. Eminem's body began to betray him because it was getting hot. Jamar then ran his tongue down Eminem's stomach until it reached the boxers. Jamar yanked the boxers down as Eminem snapped back to reality. Eminem jumped, but he could not escape. Jamar took his hand and jacked Eminem's dick until it was hard. Eminem stood at 7" cut and was very hairy. This turned on Jamar. Jamar reached down and pulled his boxer briefs off. Eminem eyes bugged when he saw Jamar’s thick dick. The dick was 7" like Eminem’s but it was much thicker Jamar spotted some lotion on top of the dresser. He put the lotion on his fingers and rubbed them together. He took them and put them right up to Eminem's asshole. Eminem eyes bucked open as he felt the finger enter. The finger went in a little each time. Thrusting more and more till the whole finger was in. Jamar fucked Eminem with the finger slowly but then picked up speed. And when Jamar thought he got use to the finger he added another one. The two fingers made Eminem squirm and whimper like a dog, but Jamar kept up with the penetration of the rapper. “I think you ready," Jamar hissed in Eminem's ears as his hand went for more lotion. He applied the lotion to his dick and then rubbed it a little. Jamar positioned his dick to Eminem's hole and got ready for the moment. Eminem at this point stopped struggling because he knew that he would lose. ‘Tearing Up My Heart’ beamed from the radio as Jamar slowly entered Eminem. “Ask me to be nice and I might," Jamar spoke quietly. "Please be gentle," Eminem asked in his little boy voice. Jamar laughed and said, “No.” He rammed his member into Eminem without a second thought. Eminem arched his back to accommodate the pain but it did little to help. Jamar slammed in and out of him in to the rhythm to the song. Jamar was in heaven. He wanted this morning to last forever. His balls were smacking against Eminem's and occasionally sticking from the sweat. Eminem was groaning and whimpering and trying to escape, but it was no use. Suddenly Jamar's dick rubbed against Eminem's prostate and Eminem's dick went full on hard. Eminem felt like his dick would explode any minute and this scared him. He didn't want Jamar to see him get off on this abuse. The thrust seemed to go on forever and at one point Eminem felt like he going to pass out. He started to get dizzy in the head. His inhibitions were gone and the thrusts made him moan. Jamar could feel his balls churn. He was about to cum and he wanted it to be memorable. So he closed his eyes and concentrated on holding off but he was to close. "I'm cumming," Jamar yelled and he thrust his seed deep into the rapper's ass. Eminem felt the wetness in his ass and came too. “You like that huh," Jamar taunted. Eminem put his face down. “Can you leave now," Eminem said gruffly. “No, one more thing," Jamar said, jumping out of bed. Eminem watched the black guy bend over and reach into his pocket. Jamar pulled out a pair of panties and tossed them at Eminem. "Put these on and do a dance for me," Jamar commanded. Eminem was defeated and could not put up a fight so he stood up and put the panties on. Eminem started shaking his hips when he felt cum run down the back of his legs. He clamped his legs shut. “Open," Jamar indicated. Eminem opened the legs and let cum run down the back of his legs freely. Jamar stood up and went to Eminem and put his fingers on the hole and said, “You a little wet." Jamar flashed a smile and kissed Eminem on the cheek. Eminem hung his head in shame from the whole ordeal. "You’re going to fix me breakfast," Jamar hissed in his ear. Eminem reached for his boxers but snatched them away. “Cook in the panties. I'll watch," Jamar said guiding Eminem to the kitchen. Eminem got the eggs out and poured Jamar some orange juice. Jamar smiled as Eminem went to work on making breakfast. At one point, Eminem forgot that he even had panties on. He looked back over to Jamar and his stomach churned. Finally he finished and took the plate to Jamar. Jamar made him sit down and watch him eat. Eminem just wanted it all to be over with. Jamar inhaled the food. "Thank you baby. Come give me a kiss," Eminem did it with no protest. He went over to Jamar and grabbed him and kissed him deeply. The cum on his ass was dry by now. Neither of them noticed that the doorknob was turned since the smacking of their lips was pretty loud. Dr. Dre burst in the door froze at what he saw; the panties on Eminem, the dried cum on his asscheek, and him kissing some black guy. "What the fuck!" Eminem quickly turned and tried to hide himself from Dre. "Dre get him! This boy raped me," Eminem shouted running away from Jamar. "Man don't lie, just tell him the truth," Jamar lied convincingly. "You like black dick and you begged me to give it to you," Jamar smirked, letting the comment smack him across the face. Jamar went into the bedroom and grabbed his clothes. Dre never moved from the spot. Eminem wondered what would happen next. Jamar came back in the room fully dressed and headed to the door. “You need to be honest about your feelings about black dick," Jamar said as he headed out the front door. Dre and Eminem stood in silence for what seemed like forever. Then Dre spoke, “so you like black dick?” Dre was rubbing his dick roughly. To be continued?