Gay Erotic Stories

When I turned 19, my mother's aunt had gotten sick and she needed a little help out around the house. I volunteered myself seeing that I felt bad for her and she is really good to me. Every day I would drive down to her house to walk the dog in the '99 Volkswagen Beetle I got for my B-day. Most days, if not every day I would see this Deli and in front of the Deli was a bench with a Good-lookin' brotha sittin' on it. He wore a red apron, (I assumed he worked there), and had a shaved head, luscious lips, chestnut complexion, dark brown eyes and an adorable goatee to frame his sexy face. I didn’t look that bad myself. Not that I'm trying to flatter myself. I have Brown hair, green, sexy eyes, medium build, 6 feet and usually jeans and a t-shirt. 6.5 dick when erect. One day I was driving along when I saw him and he waved. I was like "Wow..." He was so fucking fine! I could see his pit stains. He was probably working hard that day. I wanted to know more about him. I decided that I would walk the dog up that way so I would have an excuse to meet him and his fine self. I was walking along with the dog when I noticed I was coming up on the Deli. I said to myself, "Okay Steve. This is it." I checked myself to see if I were decent. I fortunately was. I was to learn that he went back to work. But I was determined. I walked back to put the dog away. I went in the store to find him attending the counter. I got on line. I was the last one online in back of a little old man with a cane and that was it. The deli was virtually empty except for me and my obsession. It was my turn. I squinted at the name tag and said, "Hello Dammien." "Hello, sir, how can I help you?" He had the voice of tenor. It was so sexy. "Sure! Call me Steve." I said a little shaky, "I'll have a quarter pound of turkey. Dark meat." He went to his work. I started to try and converse. Even if it began with hob-nob. I asked him, not offensively, "Stressful day at work, Dammien?" Pointing to his wet shirt. He replied, "Huh? Oh! You mean that." He looked flush. "Yeah, heh--a whole mess of people were in here today. You're the last one. We close in 5 minutes. "Well, you look like you're a great guy. People come in here for a reason you know." I said suggestively. I saw a side view of his crotch hardening. "You got a girl friend Dammien?" I asked. Looking flush again he replied, "Nope." "Dammmnnn..." I teased, "A guy lookin' good as you should have bitches lined up to get that hard dick that's in your pants right now!" He jumped over the counter! I couldn’t believe it! He pushed me over and yelled at me, "You was some of this dick?!" "YES! YES!" I yelled! He ripped off his pants and I began to suck. I never tasted such a tasty dick. It was about 6.5! It had a little curly patch of musky hair at the base of his dick, which proceeded to his ass crack. Just like me! He rammed it down my throat as I begged for more! I began taking off my pants and I stoked my dick, I could have came right there! Once I got my clothes off, I began to fuck his ass with my tongue. He dug and dug with my tongue, licking the sweet inside of this black man. "Oh! My! God!" He managed to scream between gasps. I bent him over and asked with no intent of listening, "Are you ready for this?!" pointing to my dick. "No! Please!" he begged! "Well, mmmmm too fucking bad!" I plunged a deep plunge with no warning! Tears streamed down the black boy's face and I screwed him good. He busted his load all over himself as I continued. "Ungh! Ungh!" I let out. I pulled out and exploded all over his back and neck. We fell into a daze which lasted about 10 minutes and when we came around, he said to me "Yo, thanks for that man. I wanted it, but I got scared. You cleared it up. You knew I wanted it. Thanks man." To be continued! Sorry, I just ran out of time today!