BY THE KING OF EROTICA
COPYRIGHT @ 2007



It was the middle of July.

The Fourth just passed, and I had a blast on South Beach. People came from Atlanta, Savannah, Cali, Mississippi and beyond to celebrate with parties, sex parties and secret bisexual gatherings that'd blow your mind. I was there. I left my girl home and I told her i had to work late. My job was an hour away from my home. Even though she didn't live with me I still kept it jiggy.

Now I was drained. Partying all night, all that GreyGoose mixed with Coke and Henny. Weed. That California Crip Weed. I was moving boxes for Grandma when the door bell rang.


I answered it. It was one of the neighbors. Stella. She had a son named Diamante. I been wanting to buss that niggah's asshole open for months now. Real jiggy niggah, stay to himself, drove a BMW. He had a house and all, but spent almost all of his time with his moms.

"Sup, Stella."

She licked her lips, this jazzy 48 year old Airforce Vet. She did twenty years. Real articulate and picky. Her weave job was done up right and those tight leopard print pants grippign all that ass (being ate up in the front by that fat pussy) made my dick stand straight up. But thinking about fuckign her son overshadowed all of those thoughts.

"Sup, boy. You loking good." She kissed my cheek. I took her hand and kissed it. She smelled really good. She had on those Beyonce Green Light Stilletos.

"What brings you by?"

"Where's your Grandma?"

"In the kitchen. Rinsing off vegetables."

"I'm going to talk to her. I'll show myself in."


I was about to close the door when a little boy, about ten years old, hit my car with a foot ball.

"HEY!" I was pissed, running outside into the scorching sun and snatching his ass up. "Are you crazy! Don't hit my shit, you little bitch."

"I'm sorry."

"Who is your Mama? She g'on pay for my shit if I see a scratch."

He started to cry. I didn't care. I was about to wak his ass across the street to confront his parents when the huge UPS truck stopped in front of me and I seen the finest niggah in the goddamn world.

I was stuck.



I was talking (flirting) with

this dude named Manuel. He was about five feet three, tight little ass, sexy body and he was DownLo. I had seen his profile on Adam4Adam, the night I created an account. We talked for about three months, both of us too busy to hook or link up. He sent me pictures of that ass. Goddamn. He had a tight, pretty pink hole that had never seen any dick. I wanted to be his first, wear the ass out. Wax on. Wax off. But he was bi-curious, saying he never went all the way with a niggah. He sucked a little dick. Got his dick sucked. Jacked another niggah off. But he just couldn't bring himself to let a niggah beat. I wanted to be that niggah.

And since I was super DownLo I didnt put a picture up, which woulda enhanced my profile times ten, but honestly you enver know who's bowsing and checking you out. And the person might know your girl, your kids, your co-workers or your family. And you didn't need that drama.

I had on black coveralls, dirty. My cornrows, dropping to my shoulders, were jazzy with lint an dirt all in my head. I was aggravated and hot. I had just fixed Grandma's stopped up sink. I poured Dran-o down the sink and viola. Despite my brain ellign me otherwise, I didn't wanna let him know I was interested, but I knew I had seen his somewhere before. Grandma was upstairs, vaccuming her room, talking loud with Stella.

I signed for the package and when I really looked at him and saw the "BLAK" tattoo on his neck, like the guy on the website, I knew this really was him.

"SUP DAWG." I was a little excited. OK. Niggah. Bring. It. Down. A. Notch.

He smiled at me, real gangstah. He smelled good, looking good in his crisp UPS uniform ankle socks and Jordan sneakers. Movado watch. Huge chain wih the "U" emblem hanging just above the belly button. Huge diamond ssparkling in his ears. Gold grilled bottom teeth. It was hot as hell, trees rustling, traffic going to and fro. Ghetto life around grandma in full swing.

He sized me up. "Sup with you?" I set the package, moderate sized, on the lawn chair and shook his hand. I was set on fire when he touched me. But I hid it from my face. He looked me up and down. I noticed the wedding ring on his finger. Real cocky niggah. Swagger so mean I got jealous.

Gotta be gangstah. "I'm chllin. You're into meeting up with females online?"

He was smiling. "Yea, dawg. I love the hoes. Goin out with a tight lil' honey tonight." He was looking at his cell phone. "Well, gotta go."

GODDAMN CAN'T LET HIM GET AWAY. He spun on his heel and started down the mosaic tiled walk way. I was right behind him and when he got to the truck I was behind him, pressing my dick on his ass. "Sorry dawg. My bad." Electricity shooting up my spine, I took a few steps back. "UPS hiring?" I asked, trying to play it off. I made $95,000 a year. Fuck UPS, I didn't need them and they damn sure didn't need me.

He put the truck in gear. "Nah. But my ass is hiring. You get down?"

I smiled. "Yea. I do. You should know that."

He was turning the steering wheel, about to drive off. "Oh, yea?"

"I'm 'DownLo Niggah' from Adam."

He smiled so big it was crazy. "Oh, snap. I'm Deep Azzhole. Shit, niggah give me your number." He was about to lose his breath looking a my body. Yea it was tight work. I worked out three times a week, and I had dick, booty, and abs.

I hopped on the UPS truck, crawled across him and said, "Drive this big mofo to my house, like you got a delivery. And lemme get that ass." Once in the passenger seat, I reached up and disconnected the camera. It only came on anyways when you were in an accident or if you hit bumps inthe road while traveling.

"You ain't gotta tell me twice."

"Got a Jimmy?"

"I keep a Jimmy for my Johnson."

I was smiling. Letting him see my grill. "Jimmy Johnson ass niggah."

And we were off. I'll leave my car parked at Gramma's house.



Deep Azzhole and I were

fucking like beasts in my living room. Two huge framed Bob Marley posters with African colors hung above the sofa. Black rug with a couple open condom wrappers all over it. Open GreyGoose adn Henny liquor bottles. Spilt tobacco seeds all over the low table and floor from me cutting open Backwood cigars to put in the weed. Homeboy knew how to roll a blunt, we took three whole ones to the head.

Lit joint in the ash tray overflowing with cigarette butts. I gave him like five glasses of Henny. He was high and drunk. I was high. I was the designated driver in this niggah's mouth and soon his hole again. Just the way I liked my bitches. You wanted to break in a virgin ass get him high and drunk, he won't feel the pain, the pleasure would blind his ass.

He was a fiesty, fiery little Ho. He sucked dick so good I almost gave up on females. He sucked the head, locked the jaws, gripped the pipe, and took it to the nuts. I came in about five minutes. We, sitting and sweating on teh leather sofa, were lost in our lustful trance. He pulled my dick outta his mouth and cum spurted up alone my abs, chest and across my face. My third nut of the day. He wiped it up, got on his hands and knees, ass in my face, pretty little ass cheeks and wiped my nut on his flamin hole. He fingered some of it inside and he opened the Magnum condom, put the rest of my nut inside, and slid it on my dick. GODDAMN! Felt incredible.

"Get this ass, niggah. And if you fuck me like a bitch, I'ma fuck ya' up, Pimp!"

I tore that hole up, slapping that ass, getting jiggy with it. We rose and fell like ocean waves, this good stuff became my ocean shore, building snow men out of sand and causing them to crash everytime he slammed that hole back on my shaft. Drove me crazy, We sweated like pigs, the AC was on but it felt like an oven in here.

I took the joint pulled on it, pulled this niggah up to my lips and blew smoke into his mouth. "Inhale that shit into your lungs, Ho." I wrapped my hand around his neck, getting rough, beating his ass, giving him some good dick. He moaned like a Ho.

Gramma called me, I knew her ring tone and I had to answer. I clicked "Talk" and she said, "When are you coming back."

Deep Azzhole grinded that rectum on my dick so slowly I rolled my eyes to the back of my head, tearing that hole up. Slappign sounds filled the house.

"In a few minutes, Gramma."

And I hung up, pulling out the ass, "Spread that PUSSY OPEN!" and he did so with the spirit of a rookie try'na get drafted into the NFL. "Face down, bitch." He put his face down. I pulled on the blunt, deeply. Then I blew smoke all around the ass. Felt like I was Jupiter in space. I then pulled on it again and blew smoke deep in his ass. I began eating his sweaty hole, putting the burning tip of the blunt on his right ass cheek, slapping the left ass cheek and gripping it, digging my thick, long tongue deep in his pussy. I heard the flame sizzling with his skinand the sweat. Yea. Thats that gangstah shit right there. That niggah did the Heisman tryna handle that shit. Yea. I test the manhood an an asshole.

He was qivering like he was cold. "OH GOD NIGGAH! Don't make me love you, niggah..."

Yea. I got this bitch hooked.


My brother Sampson

called me around, say, eight P.M.

"Something's wrong with Gramma, Arttist."

I panicked, jumping outta the bed. Deep Azzhole, Manuel, was sound asleep. I loved this niggah's ass. He didn't have to leave. "WHAT?"

He was rushing his words. "YES!! Her little gathering was tonight. And she was doing just fine. But when it was time to eat she got really quiet. She asked about you also. She is just sitting in the living room on the Lazy Boy, she refused to eat, she looks faint!"

I forgot about the gathering. She always held gatherings to bring the family together.

Hanging up the phone, I grabbed my keys from the nightstand, jumping into a pair of sweat pants and a shirt.

I woke up ole boy. "Niggah we fell asleep."

"OH SHIT!" He looked at his watch. "DAMN! I was supposed to make those deliveries and get the truck back to base by five. Its after 8."

"I gotta flex. You can stay here. Just lock up when you leave. If you wanna beat that and keep your job go straight to the hospital, fill out the emergency form, post time it a few hours before, say about 4:30 and turn it in. Say you got sick. I'll call your job and cover for you."

"You'd do that for me, dawg?"

"Hell yea. I gotta flex. When you get out the hospital, come back here so I can beat that pussy some new walls."

"All right, Pimp. Just as long as you turn that dick into Greece and make this ass Ancient Ruins."

"Bet."

I was out the door.