Gay Erotic Stories

by word slangah (aka henry hardee)

slang d -

ass wide O - asshole b - be b4 - before balloons - bubbles, humps big screen - bootie c - see cash register - asshole cookie monstah - asseater couch potatoes - bootie da - the dawggie biscuit - bootie enuf - enough floppy - tongue fruit on his tree - body parts funland - just inside the ass lips gangstah - tongue gitting the view - looking inside the asshole hammers - thighs heat - asshole hustla - tongue jiggin bone - tongue long red hiss - hot tongue mah - my mickie d's - nuts n - in n2 - into paws - big hands pimp juice - cum pink - tongue prayer handles - knees precious thing - bootie scraps - folds of asshole skinning my bone - jerkin' off str8 - straight tongue target - asshole uh - a unda - under vertical smile- asscrack, split wid - with wuz - was wnt - want

brotha wuz sellin' jerseys, shootin shirts, tear-away pants,video games, hats, kicks & cds out of uh shoppin' cart on da street.he had uh steven marbury 'tude, "i don't front. i kkeep it real. i git what i want when iwant it. i don't stop until I get ready. i don't care what nobody got to say about me” & i don't play games."

i checked out tha fruit on hiz tree & his ass was like uh candy apple brown bmw fishtailin' it down da street.

he was uh 190lb sexy brownskinnedballer with six rows of braids patterned like "x’s" on his head.his clothes made mah dick git rock: deep red bucket cap, tight sleek fittin' red/black reebok long-sleeved stretch mesh hot tee (with flat-lock stitchin'), black "state property" gangster jeams (with six pockets), white/varsity red low quarter socks & uh pair of red/white/black “nike air tupus”. he didn't need no jewelry cause his neck, arms and hands gleamed from coco butter.

he had uh broad black face with sleepy brown bedroom eyez, uh thick cushiony mouth, uh powerful lookin' torso & uh voluptuous big screen dat made me wnt ta drop 2 mah prayer handles & git mah lips wet. Mah plams broke out n2 uh sweat, da salivary glands unda mah floppy wen n2 over drive as I gazed at dat precious thing. i was love struck. It wuz like someone had shockd me with uh defibrillation machine. I staggered sideways. It snatched man breath away & went str8 2 da center of mah heart. it was good-god-almighty ass. tha kind u whistle long & slow at.

when he came up to me 2 try to sell me somethin’ he turned around 2 git uh blue “po’ boy cap” out of his shoopin’ care & mah eyes zommed n2 focus on dat dawggie biscuit—daaaaanmm, that brotha had some junk in his trunk. He had uh tight grabbable booy, sculptured out of cookie dough. It wuz uh rumpshaker dat wiggled & stayed in place at da same time.

mah black eyes were full of sparkling wonder as I studied dat vertical smile in his pants like it was unda a microscope. Mah heart was poundin; like somebody was wavin’ uh hundred dollar bill in front of mah grill. mah heart belonged 2 dat ass. it was two round spheres jammed 2gether like uh candy bar made with two cookes that had chocolate creame in the middle of it & I was da cookie monstah. When I got dat action home b4 the door i could get that door closed good he’d stripped his gear & black compression suit off & was giving me the rear view.

i got on mah knees, took his ballons n mah paws & brushed them with mah long red his. lickin da sweat off dat smooth ass i swear I tasted da flavor of Worcestershire sauce in the bowl of mah mouth. mah brain was locked on dem couch potatoes, dey had the firm texture of ripe fruit & i liked da way tha browns of his skin faded and blended 2gether. It was just what the dr. had ordered.

it was thumbs up bootay, al dante booty cooked up firm & tenda. I gushed over it. it made me feel like i was up to mah eyeballs n money. He got on his kneesin tha bed like he was gonna start ta pray & bent over so that his ass was up n tha air. I got n back of himi got n back of him, worked mah jaw back & forth, tilted mah head down & made uh beeline towards his asswide “O”. mah pink was polin’ at dem scraps like uh cookin’ fork checkin’ da tenderness of meat.

he got on his back on mah dark blue hand woven rug, threw one lege up on tha arm of mah sahpphire blue couch & that other leg up on da matchin’ chair sittin beside it. dat back of his legs, da back of his thighs were lickable & I used mah tongue like the roller ball on uh bottle of deodorant.

i looked at tha show between his legs. One of his mickie d’s was larger than the other, one of them was firmer than tha other & it moved n his nutsack. His miracle inch looked like it had uh glaaaaze on it & his Johnson laid back on his tomach. i pumped mah hustla up i pumped mah hustla up n dat heat 2 da beat of james brown’s, “make it funky”. Mah jigggin bone swayed back & forth on dat cash register like uh choir n uh baptish church. i double dribbled on dat coin slot like it was uh b-ball on uh black top court. I was bone beatin’ dem folds like I was playin’ piano, iwas rim-rappin them like they were the ridges of a wash board. I hit them with more blows thau u ca at uh heavy weight title fight. i was havin’ uh serious partay n funland. i was puttin uh whuppin' on them asslips & they were puttin' a whuppin on me.

mah tongue turned n2 black brutus (tha porn star) & was 260lbs of pure hard ripped muscle.i deep tongued dat target til I heard him hollah, “use dat tongue boi! & started skeeting dat pimp juice.

i licked mah bttm lip like it had uh light coat of corn syrup on it as i bought uh knitted royal blue/black/white v-neck “Jordan motograhic” top with a straight bottom hem & two print colors on da flanks from him for 20.00 and he left. dat night while was skinning mah bone I heard him hollahin again, “use dat tongue boi !” & i nutte.

Copyrighted 2006 by word slangah