Gay Erotic Stories

by word slangah

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mah - my n - in uh - a doggfather - dick howling wolf - hard dick mr. cleanhead - dick pink - tongue 730 - police code for going crazy leadbelly - hard dick

da room waz lit with low-intensity blue fluorescent light & smelled like "indian fruit money house blessin'" air freshener. jamaal waz tha man of the moment. he had tha face of uh angel- it waz perfectly symmetrical. he looked like one of dem dudes u see n those thug porn videos. he waz rockin' uh white doo-rag & had two small gold hoops n his right ear. tha tat on tha left side of his neck said he had street heat.

tha brotha waz cool like he had uh pulse rate of 41. he talked n uh distinctive gravelly-stone voice that had raw sexual power &i noticed that his body had gangstah ways when I caught him eyeing me. I smirked, "what u want ?" he didn't bite his tongue, "dawg, i want some of dat dick. take it out so i can git it up and git it off!"

he had dick suckin lips & howling wolf started twitchin 2 uh hip-hop rhythm in mah drawz-uh-huh, uh-huh-it's all good, bay-bee, huh." he looked down at mah zipper, grabbed his crotch & whispered , "i ‘m gon take all dat tasty meat!"

we got butterball nekkid. I saw he had uh gap inbetween his teeth so i knew mah dick waz gonna fit n his mouth. he sat on tha futon by tha tv & i stood n front of him. i took mr. cleanhead out & he ummmed, "blacknificent” as he looked it over from the top 2 tha bottom, front 2 back &side to side.

he reached for it & weighed it n his palms like uh scale. he stuck tha tip of his tongue n mah piss slit, handled my ballz & mah dick got hot as hell. takin' his time he closed his eyes, opened his mouth & started lovin mah dick.

i felt his tongue touchin da underside of howlin wolf as he sucked it & he got star points when he took it out & licked tha length of it, "dis thang look so sweet bay-bee." he washed mah ballz with his pink & i put lead belly up to his warm lipz.i held his head while i slid tha underbelly of mr. cleanhead over his lipz & pushed it, p-p-pushed it down his throat & started pumpin mah hipz. tha brotha went 730. he had uh hot-blooded thick & hard GROWN doggfather strokin against tha back of his throat- "mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm." he had uh thugged out & jail house muscled brotha givin him what he asked for-"mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm."

he waz suckin on mr. cleanhead like he liked what he was doin, he tossed & turned hiz neck to find new rhythms work it to & i threw may ass n circles respond to them. his lipz were tastin & feelin mah dickhead. hiz throat waz squeezin & pleasin mah firm wide base . howlin wolf waz happy cause mah nuts were sittin on his tonsils.

i pumped mah dick down his throat 2 tha beatz of every rap "bootie song" i knew. i slung mah hips & dicked his lipz & mouth from reggae to soul to r&b & jazz rhythms which made him grab his dick and start jackin it off-"yeah baybee!"

da room had tha charred smell of uh big beefy grilled hamburger. he waz gittin down on mah 11" like he waz listenin 2 uh new school-slick-slow love jam. he was shootin sticky precum while he slurped on mah dick-(uh huh).

he waz lovin, honorin & cherishin it – (uh huh). pivotin hiz neck & head his pink slapped & smacked against tha veins n mah shaft—he had me singin , "do it right baby, do it right. do it right baby do it right!" when he knew I waz about to shoot he opened his mouth like he waz drinkin from uh jug of water & mah juice escape out of the corners of his lipz & 2 waterfalled down hiz neck n fat spurts- hoo! he leaned back against the futon arched his eye browz & flashed me uh mischievous smile, "i luv havin dat phat ass thang bouncin up & down on mah lipz, dawg!"

Copyrighted 2006 by word slangah.