Gay Erotic Stories

I liked going to the "McVickers" theater cause all kinds of brothas would be up in there: brothers in Kufis, brothers wearing "Eleganza" pimpwear, fly boys in hoodies and "Air Jordans". Brothas in nylon sweat suits with jheri curls, brothas wearing Malcolm X t-shirts, homeboys that grabbed their dick while they told "Cherry Popping" tales. Brothas that were pissing cousins, brothas that looked like my uncles and nephews. Young bloods wearing wrap around shades and listening to Walkman’s. Homies that were wearing mud cloth crowns and matching vests. I don't remember their being any sistas up in there. The "McVickers" was a hangout for people who were into blaxploitation films and hip-hop movies with a gangster flow like "New Jack City" and "Boyz In The Hood." It was three dollars to get in. Didn't nobody care that the building was moldy and falling apart. It was cool place to hang out because you didn't have to worry about fights breaking out or nobody snatching your chain off your neck. It was not a "crack" crowd but a "reefer' crowd that stayed mellow. I have always like the bad guys in movies. There was nothing that turned me on like a gangster on the screen. I was at the theater to see a Danny Trejo Festival. Danny was baaaaaDDDDd. Every time I saw him I heard these teenie tiny Donna Summers singing, "I love to love you baby. I love to love you baby." He made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He had prison tattoos and a worn, manacing face. He could look at you a certain way and you would run. He was in "Desperado"; "Heat"; "Dusk Till Dawn" and "Con Air". They were showing "Run Away Train"; "Blood In, Blood Out"; "Marked for Death" and "Death Wish". I loved to see him take his shirt off. There was somthing about him that sent jolts of want straight to my scrotum. During intermission I got this funny feeling. It was deja vu. It was surreal. I went downstairs to the bathroom and saw Danny's look-alike, his black twin Brotha D-Train was sitting in a stall with his pants pulled down to his ankles. I cut a curious look through the partition. He looked like he had a nasty-streak. He had on a T-shirt and a motorcycle jacket. He is stomach was showing and he rubbed it when he saw me lookin’ at him. He had an ugly dick, a mud-duck with a head that looked like an eggplant. It was brazen. It boasted a poetic arrogance. I bet he could lift fifty-pound weights with it. It was sweet black dick and dick didn't get any bigger than his. He should have been in the Guinness book of records. I don't know why but I wanted it. The size of it drew me. He opened the stall door. I pulled down my pants and bent over, "I need a rear end alignment". He laughed. He stood up. He rubbed my thighs and butt. I grabbed his dick and pressed and squeezed his hard on, "Put it in me baby!" He stopped me, "We bettah get out of heah before somebody drops a dime on us!" All the way to his place I was pumping myself up to take that bastard. It was intimidating but I had learned not to back down from anything. I was gonna be the giant killer. I was gonna wear that muthafuckah out! I had my mind set on it. Once I got started on it there would be no stopping me. At his crib I got a better sense of his body. He had naturally wavy hair. He had wolf eyes. He had a dimpled chin. He was rugged. He was all man. He had scraped knees and elbows, scratches along his arms, bruises on his back and chest like he played basketball all the time. He was straight butter. He was prime cut and had a V-shaped torso. I couldn't wait to watch his stomach heaving while he pounded my ass. He screwed in a blue light bulb and turned on the lamp on his nightstand by his bed. It was game time, "Prepare to get shook!" He laid me on the bed, "I want you!" I could feel my leather-stretching before he put his dick in me. He whispered, "I want to look at the ass hole of yours." He raised my legs, "Hummmmm." He saw that I had an oversized dog fuck. His eyes savored it. I could feel them on every lump and bump of my ass lips. He blew on it and watched it spread open on its own. He played with it for a second and susurrated, "I'm ready to give that thang the black kiss!" He spread my butt and got busy. His tongue started making long slow strokes, long slow thrusts, and slow rotating movements around my brown eye. He hit the spot and I whispered, "Keep it right there baby, keep-it-right-THERE!" I was gonnaa let him have as much hole as he wanted. He was giving new meaning to the word ass-eater, "That's it baby get that tongue up in there as far as you can! Yeah, yeah eat that funky boy!" I was thinking dreams do come true. His tongue felt like a l-o-n-g wedge-shaped cock. It flicked and flung. It lunged and plunged. It stabbed and jabbed. His mouth grabbed, pulled and tweaked the folds of my ring. My brownie was making all kinds of sounds: plop and clap, slap and lap. I licked my lips and softly bit them while he went around the world. He never missed his mark. He always hit it smack dab in the middle, "Yes, yes, yes!" I was dancing with the devil. He was tearing up bazoo. I thought he was going to put a hickey on my round mouth. His tongue went buck wild when my love juice came down. it got harder and started to move faster. It was more nimble than Savion Glover's feet tap dancing. I didn't want fuck any more cause I was satisfied with his tongue up in me. I was having the time of my life. I started to whimper. he was eating the shit out of me, "Stuff it...stuff it...STUFF IT!" He was rocking my rim , "Light it up...light it up...LIGHT IT UP, BOY. We took the action to the floor. I got up on my hind legs and he got behind me and sat so that his face was on the same level as my bunghole and went to town. D-Train took me to school. I came without touching myself. He turned me over on my belly, "Spread 'em wide so I can see that muthafuckah some more!" His nut splashed all over my butt and the back of my thighs, "Ahhhhhhhhhh, sheeit, baby!" I don't know where he learned how to eat butt-hole like that. He should make a video, "ASS EATING 101". D-Train and I hooked up on a regular bases after that. I had my own action movie hero. This story is a part of a collection of black gay porn stories called "UH BROTHA'S LOVE". If you would like to purchase a copy send a money order in the amount of $20.00 (which includes shipping and handling charges) to Henry Hardee P.O. Box 87689 Chicago IL 60608 Also send a statement saying that you are over 21. PEACE.