Gay Erotic Stories

The inside of the cabin was just as lovely and rugged as the outside. It had polished wooden floors, a country-style large living room with a rock fireplace, cedar walls, large windows, a vaulted ceiling and a dainty kitchen, which was equipped with an old-fashioned wood-burning stove. There were two bedrooms --one downstairs with a queen size bed and one upstairs with a king size bed. The bathroom was also lovely and had a very large shower, big enough for two. And even though the setting was straight out of a scene from the Beverly Hillbillies, it wasn't short on a few modern comforts, such as a TV, stereo, VCR, microwave oven, washer/dryer and even a telephone in case of an emergency. And for the ultimate in new millennium gaming fun--a PlayStation 2 with enough games to stay on lock down in the cabin for days - "Madden 2001" "NHL 2001" and "Smuggler's Run" to name a few. It was a true slice of the past with everything one would need to feel comfortable to cope with life away from the city. Todd and Ember took their shower together. It was an interesting scene for sure as they washed each other with a soapy sponge and at the same time become acquainted with each other's ticklish spots and erogenous zones. Todd learned that Ember was responsive to sexual stimulation just under his armpits and was sensitive to being tickled along his inner thighs and his nuts. Every time Todd would reach down and wiggle one finger between his fat, juicy nuts, he'd burst into laughter. The sound would echo through the cabin. This also caused Ember to get a massive hard-on. Ember learned that light fingertips making slow circles up and down his arms turned Todd on sexually. He constantly teased him with this motion and at the same time, he would stroke Todd's manhood, lightly and at the same pace. Todd became so aroused by this, that his tool began to throb and buck like a wild horse in Ember's hand as if he were having an orgasm, but he wasn't. He was just excited. Todd's erogenous zones were quite easy for Ember to find, but the brotha' didn't seem to have a ticklish spots anywhere. Ember tried and he tried, but nothing seemed to work to bring forth a loud and cheerful laugh from Todd. And then…quite by accident, Ember dropped the soap. It fell between Todd's legs and close to his left ankle. When Ember bent down to pick the bar of soap up, his fingers slid across Todd's ankle. Todd giggled. Ember quickly looked up at him. "Ahh, hah!" he said. He threw the soap back down on the bottom of the shower and with both hands he began to work on Todd's left ankle. Todd almost slipped and fell from this. "No, don't, man! I can't take that shit!" Todd laughed. His laughter was ten times heaver, ten times louder than Ember's was from being tickled. Ember soon stopped his playful tease and stood with pride that he had finally found Todd's ticklish spot. Now that they were both clean and fresh from their warm, exploration called a shower, they dried each other and went into the bedroom. They lay on the bed on their sides and stared at each other for a long time before they started up a conversation. Ember was the first to break the silence of the wall clock just ticking away in the background. Still submerged in Todd's eyes, Ember asked a question. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure. Anything," Todd said. "You got an ole' lady?" That question broke the romantic mood for sure. Todd rolled over on his back and looked up at the ceiling. "Why you wanna' know?" he asked with a slight perturbed tone in his voice. Ember sat up on the bed and leaned back on the wooden backboard. He looked down at Todd. "I don't know, man. I was just curious, that's all," Ember said. "Well, yeah…I think so. Hell, I don't know! That hoe acts so fuckin' weird sometime, I don't know if we are in a relationship or not. She tried to go out on a date with me tonight, but I turned her down," Todd said. "Why?" "Cause. I had already made plans with you, that's why," Todd said. He looked up at Ember after he said this. Ember smiled. "I see," he said. "I have another question." "Fire away," Todd laughed. "Which one feels better to you, pussy or ass?" he asked. "What?!" "I've always wanted to ask another bisexual dude that question, man. Come on, Todd! Tell me. Which of the two do you like the most, hittin' a nigga' or fuckin' a hoe?" Ember asked again. Todd sat up and leaned back on the backboard with Ember before he tackled this question. "Man… That's a tough question, dude. Sometimes, I feel like pussy is all I want, man - day in and day out. But after I've had sex with a female several times, I get tired of it. I loose interest. It's like it gets old, stale and boring. And once I start feeling that way, the only thing that's on my mind then is fuckin' another nigga' in the ass. Ya' feel me on that?" Todd asked, as he looked over at Ember. Ember nodded his head. "Fo sho, man! That's just how I feel, Todd. I had an ole' lady back home and we would fuck just about every day, man. That chick was a nymph, dude!" Ember said. "She wanted to fuck every day." "Word?" Todd asked with a chuckle. "On da' real, man!" "What happened?" "Well, one night I was walking down the sidewalk on my way to her house and this dude--gay dude passed me and checked my ass out. He stared me down real quick like, ya' heard me?" "Word?" "Fa' sho! Anyway, I looked back at him and he was lookin' back at me. That's when I got the urge to do something different. I stopped up ahead and leaned back on a building to see what he was gonna' do, yo'?" "Aiight, I feel ya'," Todd said, as he pictured the event in his mind. "He stopped, slowly walked back up the sidewalk and passed me. We were both staring at each other, too. My dick got so motherfuckin' hard, dude… I thought I was gonna' burst out of my boxers and my pants," Ember laughed. Todd laughed. "All I could picture was him on his knees suckin' my dick and me hittin' that nigga' in his ass, man. I could tell he was takin' dick, cause his ass looked kind of hollow in the split of his pants," Ember said. "Yeah, yeah… I know what you talkin' bout! I see niggaz' like that all the time that come in my barbershop. I know them niggaz' gittin' hit in the ass. That's why I fuck with them pussy-ass niggaz' when they're sittin' in my chair and I'm cuttin' their hair," Todd said. "They walk in the shop all hard and shit like they invented being a thug or something, but they're nothing but pure pussy-ass niggaz' and can take a dick in their ass better than the average woman can in her pussy." "Word? Kindda' like the way you fucked with me, ha?" Ember grinned. Todd grinned and looked over at Ember. "Exactly," he said still grinning. "But go on with your story, man. I didn't mean to interrupt you." "That' cool, man. Anyway… When he passed me the second time, I made a move on the nigga. I said… "Wasup, yo… You diggin' me or what?" "Maybe," he said. "Maybe?!" I said. I had to get his juices pumpin' then, man. That's when I reached down and grabbed my dick, so he could see, I was hard. He looked down at it and smiled. "So, Whasup… We gonna' do the damn thang, or what?" I asked him. "Yeah, " he said smilin' at my ass with all his damn teeth. "You gonna' suck my dick?" I asked. "Sure," he said in sexy kindda' way. "You gonna' let me fuck you, too?" "Hell, yeah!" he said. That motherfucka' got really excited when I said, I wanted to fuck him, man," Ember laughed. Todd laughed. Ember reached down and did as he said he did on the mean streets of the Bronx. He stroked himself to a major hard-on as he told his story and Todd stroked himself as he listened to Ember's erotic tale. They were both hard and horny. Ember continued with his story… "Where we gonna' do it at, 'yo?" I asked him. "I have an apartment two blocks from here," he said, "We can do it there." "Cool!" I said, "Let's go, nigga'!" "We went to his apartment and the moment the door shut, man… he pushed me back on the door, dropped to his fuckin' knees, damn near ripped my fuckin' pants and boxers off and started givin' me head," Ember said. "Man… I almost cried, dude," Ember said, as he shook his head. "Cried?!" Todd asked. "Why, man…it was hurtin' or something?" he asked. "Hell, nah, man… That's shit was feelin' damn good, yo!" Ember laughed. "It was feelin' so fuckin good…I wanted to cry with joy, man," he laughed. "I hear ya', man," Todd smiled. "So, did you fuck him, man?" "Hell, yeah, man! He had a sweet ass, too, dawg--soft, tight and deep, bro'," Ember recalled. "Word? That's just how I like ‘em, too, man," Todd agreed. "Mmm," Ember moaned. "Well, It was great, man. And after that day, he became like my bitch or something, man--my own private nigga' to fuck whenever I wanted him. I would go over to his apartment and fuck him when I got fed up with my girl, you know?" "Yeah, I feel yah, man. I had one like that, too, yo! You gotta' have at least one dude on the side, dawg. If not…yo' ass gon' go crazy when that feelin' hit yo' ass, you know where 'em comin' from?" Todd asked. "Fa' sho', fa' sho'!" Ember said. "But you know… It's kind of tricky sometimes to juggle both, man. Especially if you got a dude that don't understand why you gotta' have both-- hoez and niggaz'." "I can relate to that, too," Todd said. "Not too many can understand the bisexual male-- females or gays," Todd said. He took a deep breath, dropped the hard, homeboy attitude for a second and began to bare his soul--his inner most self with Ember--honestly… "When I was in love the first time around, it was with this sexy honey. Her name was Angel," Todd smiled. Ember shook his head and smiled too. "Anyway, I loved this chick, man, and I just knew she felt the same way about me. I thought we would be married by now. But as you can see," he said looking down at a ring-less finger, "that didn't happen. I was even faithful to this chick, man. I didn't fuck around with any other hoez' or nigga', because my love for her was just that strong. Well, all that changed once I figured out that she didn't feel the same way. I met and fell in love with this gay dude named Corey. I mean; I was in love with this nigga, man! He was so fuckin' off da' chain…" "Word…" "Straight up! And once I did realize I was in love with him, I felt the obligation to tell him that I was bisexual and involved with a female also." "How did he take that… did he go off on yo' ass?" "Nah… he accepted it, man--at first, anyway." "What chew' mean, at first?" Ember asked. "Well, he said he didn't mind, but he started acting funny about the time I would spend with Angel. He said, I wasn't spending enough time with him and shit," Todd explained. "What happened?" "I started spending more time with him, that's what happened," Todd laughed. "For real?" Ember laughed. "Fa' sho'. And that's when it all came crashing down around me, dude," Todd sighed. "Word…how?" Todd looked over at Ember with a serious gaze. "My girl found out," he said with a ring of doom in his tone. "Fuck!" "Fuck is right. She had no idea I was bisexual and having sex with other men. Needless to say, that ended our relationship. But hell, it was her fault! Well…I take that back. It wasn't her fault that I was bisexual and couldn't control my sexual urges to be with another man," Todd sadly recanted. "I just wish…" "Wish what, man?" Ember asked with empathy. "I just wish she could have understood my feelings and why I had a need to be with other men. I wish Corey could have understood my needs too," he sighed. "I wish everyone--the whole world could understand the strong emotions that run through the bisexual mind--the torment of not knowing where your love lies--the guilt of a relationship on the side--and when both partners know that you're bi and can accept you for that--the fact that you question your own sexuality and reason for living--the unexplained loss of interest for sex with one of your partners--the fear of loosing one or both--the feelings that you can't fight off and that your every thought revolves around one of those partners--suddenly changing your future plans so that the other partner fits in-- the sick feeling in your guts when you can't be with the other one --caring for nothing you own or caring nothing for your own morals and standards just to be with the other one, and at the same time not wanting to loose the one you're with--feeling your heart being torn in two and not being able to stop yourself--cravings to kiss your girl's sweet, soft lips and be inside her warm, tight pussy--day long hardons that won't go away, because you're thinkin' about hittin' yo' nigga' in his hot, tight ass--holding him at night and holding him tight, praying that he'll still be there in the morning and that he'll continue to understand why you feel the need to be with a female and not him alone--fuck, fuck, fuck! I just wish the world could understand… I just wish," Todd passionately said. He was damn near in tears. "Man…That was deep, dude. I feel you on all that, bro'! You know what?" Ember asked. He placed his hand on Todd's leg. "What?" Todd asked as he looked down at it. He looked up into Ember's eyes a few seconds later. "We got a lot in common, my nigga'. Cause the dude I was telling you about went off on my ass one day too, man," Ember said. "Why?" Todd asked as he pulled himself together. "We went out to eat one day, and this fine, sexy ass hoe with a tear-drop booty walked passed our table. I checked the hoe out, of course," Ember grinned. "Word…tear-drop booty, ha?" Todd smiled. He was feeling a bit better now, that Ember took over the conversation again. "No shit! This hoe was sexier than Jennifer Lopez was when she wore that thong at the Puerto Rican Day parade, dawg!" Ember vividly described. Todd laughed. "Anyway…he went off on me and said, "What 'chew lookin' at that fish fo'? You fuckin' hoez', too?" he asked. Man…I couldn't believe it, dawg. I had to keep him in the dark about my true feelings towards females," Ember said. He dropped his head and shook it. "I lied to him and said, "Nah, man! I ain't fucin' no hoez'! Fuck dem' bitchez!" I said, but I was just tellin' him that shit to throw him off, you know?" Todd nodded his head. "So he didn't know you had a girl…he thought you were only interested in gay men, ha?" Todd asked. "Right! I guess he would have had a fuckin' stroke if he knew about my girl," Ember said. "I had to hide him from my girl and my girl from him," he sighed. "Like I said…I can relate, Ember. It's kind of like having to deny yourself to the other half of your sexuality. Case in point: if you are in a relationship with a female, then you are denying yourself that desire to be with another man, because there's NO WAY a female can understand why a man would have to have sex with another man. In her mind, her pussy should be enough for you. And the same thing holds true if you are in a relationship with a gay man. You have to deny yourself the need to be with a female, cause since they're not attracted to women themselves, they can't understand why you are. It's just fucked up sometimes, man," Todd sighed. "You ain't lyin'. But, Todd…you didn't answer the second part of my question, man?" "And that is…?" "Which one do you like the best--which turns you on more man… hoez' or niggaz'?" Ember asked. He looked over at Todd who was in deep thought trying to decide which he preferred--which turned him on more. And after what seemed like forever to Ember, Todd looked over at him and gave his answer. "Well…when it comes to gentleness, neutering, caressing and shit like that, I'll have to say that I prefer females. But for sexual exploration and endurance during sex, I prefer another man. For me personally, I tend to do things with another man that I wouldn't do with a woman," Todd confessed. "For instance?" Ember inquired. "Oral sex, for one. Ain't no way in hell, I'm gonna' ask a female to suck my dick, man. To be honest, it turns me off if a chick tries to suck my dick." "Me too, man! I feel ya' on that, dawg. So, you're really saying that you don't have a preference, ha? You like both, ha?" "Yeah, I guess that's what I'm saying," Todd said. He glanced over at Ember's softened tool for a second, and then he looked forward again. "Then again… What about you, dawg…which one you like best?" he asked. He looked over into Ember's eyes this time. "Well, I think dudes, man. Dudes don't react to shit like a hoe' do," Ember offered. "What 'chew mean?" Todd asked. He slid down on the bed and turned towards Ember and rested the palm of his left hand on the side of his face and stared into his eyes. "Just look at this shit!" Ember said as he showed Todd two long healed fingernail scratches on his left shoulder. "And this right here," he pointed out, showing Todd one on his right bicep. "See…? Hoez' did that shit, man! Niggaz' don't do no shit like that, dawg! Hoez be tripin' on a brotha', my nigga'! They crazy, man…they crazy!" Ember explained. "That's why I say, I like being with a dude better man. At least with another man, you kind of think alike. And if you do get into an argument or something, he won't be scratchin' yo' ass up and shit. Youa' either beat his ass or hea' beat yours," Ember laughed. Todd laughed. "I guess so," he said. He quickly lifted his eyebrows at Ember in a flirtatious kind of way. Ember smiled and slid down on the bed and got in a similar position on the bed with the palm of his hand on his chin. "And also, a hoe was the only one to ever break my heart, man," Ember confessed in a calm tone of voice. "For real?" Todd asked in an even calmer voice. "Yeah." "You believe in love, Ember?" Ember hunched his shoulders. "I don't know. You?" "I have to wonder sometimes, man. Sometimes… I feel like love is just a fantasy--a myth that's played games on my mind for years. I've been in love twice in my life and both times I got the short end of the stick," Todd said with a disgusted sigh. "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Have you given up on love?" " I hope not," Todd sighed again. "I still like the way the word "love" rolls off my tongue," he smiled, as he thought about love. "Then again…I don't know. Maybe. Why?" "Well… maybe, we can kick it for a minute," Ember smiled. "Yeah…?" "Yeah." "Think you can accept the fact that I might wanna' kick it with a female sometimes?" Todd asked. "Think you can accept it if I wanna' do the same?" Ember asked. They both smiled, and then they nodded their heads. Ember moved a bit closer to Todd. Todd moved closer to him. Their lips were micro-inches apart. They both looked down at each other's lips. "Can I ask you something, Ember?" "Sure." "Are you ever going to tell me the true meaning of your name? I've thought about it and realized that I've seen the word Ember in the dictionary and the definition I recall said it means: The smoldering ashes of a dying fire," Todd said. "That's halfway correct, man. But there's another…unofficial meaning that only the romantic at heart know," Ember said with a grin. "La madre (my mother) was the one who hipped me to its true meaning. La abuela (my grandmother) was the one who named me and she hipped her," he explained. "Well…I'm waiting. You gonna' tell me or not?" "I guess it's time I did, ha?" Ember said. First, he closed the tiny gap and lightly kissed Todd on the lips. Todd closed his eyes and delightfully accepted it. Ember pulled back and placed his lips just above Todd's ear and whispered, "Ember means…last chance for a love affair." Todd slowly opened his eyes and smirked at Ember. They gazed into each other's eyes again with an unbreakable stare. "Do you really think the two of us--two tops, basically, can have a real, loving relationship?" Todd asked. "Do you think you can be submissive to another man at this point in your life?" "I tell you what…I'm willing to give it try, Todd. I don't have a lot of experience with love, like you, or at being submissive, but I'm ready for something different. So I repeat, I'm willing to give it a try with you. You make me feel like doing it, man," Ember said. Indeed, his expression was a serious one. "And guess what the best part is?" Ember said. "What?" "No one will ever suspect that two hardcore niggaz' like us were kickin' it on the DL," he said. Todd smiled. "What about you, ha…think you ready to be submissive to me?" Ember asked. He stroked his manhood after he asked this question. With their eyes still transfixed, Todd replied, "Well, I haven't done it before, been submissive, I mean, but just like you…I feel like doin' something different--something special, something that will bond us together for a long time…maybe for life, cause now I'm yo' nigga'," he smiled. "And I'm yo' dawg…believe dat," Ember smiled. Their bodies mingled together to embark on a new journey of unrelenting craze. Vigorously and passionately, they submitted to one another. Anxiously and willingly, they relished in the smoldering fever of their desires. At first sight, it may have been a physical attraction that brought these two unlikely fellows together; but for true love to emerge…it would have to be a gradual thing. And if enough time passed and if enough energy was spent on building their relationship, then maybe they could say all the things they've never said, do all things they've never done. And maybe…just maybe, they could give each other the things they both desired and end up in a place that most of us can only dream of, a place called LOVE, true LOVE! Copyright © 2001 By Angelo A. Dixon. All rights reserved. From The Author, Angelo A. Dixon I am NOT bisexual. So in order to grasp the true essence of the bisexual male for this book, I had to interview several men who are bisexual that were willing to share and express themselves to me openly without fear of their identities being revealed. I must say, it was an interesting experience, indeed. As promised, I let these men read the story, once I completed writing it and they were very pleased with what I came up with. One of them had something more to add and what he had to say was so moving to me, I begged him to let me add it to the book as sort of an epilogue for this story and DL Brothaz. This is what he had to say: "Man, why would I mind??? Fuck knows; it might help some poor soul who's in torment with his own life. I thought your novel DL Brothaz was a great book and hit the spot as far as the DL relationships go and, yes, the HIV element and it went close to the inner feelings of the bi guy involved. One day, I would really like to sit with you when you write a full novel like DL Brothaz and give you the feelings right down to the last bit of dirt, so that when the reader gets into it they 'feel' just how the guy feels, and then maybe can understand the heartache and pain the true bisexual feels as he struggles through life never 100% satisfied with his partner or his life; Never knowing when his natural feelings and desires will destroy a relationship he tries so hard to maintain and break the heart of the partner he loves." The End To learn more about this author and his works, visit the following websites: DL Brothaz website: http://www.geocities.com/msqueen35/DL_Page.html This website is case sensitive and note the underscore (_). Thug Passion website: WWW.THUGPASSIONS.COM