urbanerotica

This is it.

An introduction to niggafaggot sex, or urbanerotica for the politically correct.
Not to be mistaken for a how-to manual.

Essential in the development of urbanerotica are:
aaron, andrea, dan, kenny, tucker, and kevin-rose.

For my own protection, i must mention that all stories are
fictionalized - although not fantasies -
producing mere ripples in an ocean of possibilities.

Created to arouse your mind, as well as your sex, these stories are
centered around the sexual exploits of individuals rarely acknowledged
in erotica: the hustler, transsexual
physically challenged, and just plain ignorant.

indulge.

J.

Posted by J. at 2:03 AM | Permalink

This slim edition of selected works by J. contains fiction covering a four-year period. These are sexy stories (not necessarily about sex), intense with sweat-driven prose, endowed with the sinewy power of life lived hard.

And without intent, these stories are the essence of niggafaggot writing.

These short pieces do something, much like a drug; the tension, the mood are readily felt and yet are ephemeral - much like a high. Urbanerotica is raw to be sure; but here - as in many of J.'s works - is rawness perfected, drawn from sources close to us. From the pulse of the clubs, from the smells and rhythms of body-inside-body, from the shards of broken promises; from these comes freedom of living the moment without convention. Without conformity.

The fault is ours if we refuse the richness that touches us.

Urbanerotica is more than a collection of black, gay sex stories. The crucial task for us as black, gay men right now is to create and explore works - whether it is growing a body of literature or forming the bonds of a new culture - that signify us, permeates us. There are no answers in Urbanerotica; only intimate suggestions and possibilities.

Dan Robinson
Spring, 1994

Posted by Dan Robinson at 2:08 AM | Permalink

The red Integra slowly rolls past and turns the corner. Even though it's a little wet an chilly, as spring nights can be in Chicago, I pull off my t-shirt to attract more attention. Checking my reflection in an office window, I light a cigarette and confidently wait for the Integra to return. I've been on this block for about forty minutes without another pickup so I'm beginning to get a little desperate. Since there are more boys than usual on Hubbard tonight, I'm on a side street. Most of them look dirty anyway. I have a cleaner image which attracts more of the "money" types. Which is why the fuck I'm even out here. Why give head for twenty when I can get an executive to suck my dick for fifty.

Continue reading "Stick It In" »

Posted by J. at 2:12 AM | Permalink

I'm in love with a beautiful black man.

His skin is smooth and dark like that of a ripe cherry; rugged with poetry. His hands are calloused, but warm in the form of a handshake. Veins scatter from his wrists, across his forearms, biceps, shoulders and finally, plunge into his thick neck.

He works in the sun, his head becoming a shining dome of perspiration by day's end. His uniform consists of old jeans and sleeveless t-shirts. But sometimes, he wears shorts, exposing his defined calves and thighs. On days when the heat is relentless, he will take off his shirt; his body blossoming into a dark beauty of sweat.

Continue reading "Embellishment #27" »

Posted by J. at 2:14 AM | Permalink

I am Diva and I gotta big-assed dick.

I know it might sound like I�m bragging or something, but I�m not. All the boys tell me: �Damn, baby. You gotta big-assed dick!� So why would Diva lie? Besides, having a big shlong isn�t always a blessing. In fact, it�s the main reason Diva misses out on so much ass. That, and the fact that some men seem to have a problem being fucked by a man with a ten inch dick and size 40D breasts.

Continue reading "DIVA" »

Posted by J. at 2:18 AM | Permalink

I like a big dick.
The bigger. The better. I'm the type of brother who don't run form a big dick. Nothin' beats havin' a hot, hard dick pushed into my black ass. All greased up with veins poppin' out and shit. That's what I like. I never met a dick I couldn't handle. Sometimes, if they real big, I have to take it slow at first. But once it's in, I like it rammed into me until I bust a nut. That's why I love André.

I like a firm ass.
The firmer, the better. I bury my face between tight buns and shove my tongue down the warm, musty hole to loosen it up. I can almost ejaculate doing this. When I get so hard that I can't take it anymore, I plunge into that black gap and pump furiously. There's no better feeling than having the skin of my pole massaged by the walls of a tight ass. This is why I love Curt.

Continue reading "Curt & André" »

Posted by J. at 2:20 AM | Permalink

The rain falls harder as we jog two blocks to Eric's Jackson Park brownstone. We dodge through prepared pedestrians, before racing up the stairs of Eric's building and ringing his bell. The resulting sound is water hitting the porch. I ring again. There's a brief pause before the door buzzes. The music from Eric's apartment is so loud we can hear it well before we get to the third floor. Sylvester, I think, is acting as a doorguard and stops us at the top of the landing.

"Hey, boys!" he greets, his belly bouncing to the syllables. He's full and loud and we brush past him, Terrence slapping him five.

Inside, it's humid and smokey and dark and crowded. I lose Terrence almost immediately and nod hello to Fran and Lisa, Darrick, Michael, Phil, Dorian, Michael, and Danice who are packed into the living room. I don't see Eric so I head toward the kitchen, squeezing past Melvin and Bobby and Sven, Zeik , Sheryl, another Michael, and I'm finally in the kitchen which is full of queens and a sickening haze of Tuscany, Kouros, and Quorum.

Continue reading "excerpt from Urban Contemporary" »

Posted by J. at 2:28 AM | Permalink

[ by Larry-Bob of Queer Zine Explosion ]

urbanerotica: selective niggafaggot sex by J.
This collection of erotic stories about black men is very well-written, and there's quite a bit of variety in the five pieces. "Stick it in" is about a hustler who gets more than he bargained for; "Embellishment #27" is about a guy in a wheelchair who fantasizes about a man who works for his aunt; "Diva" is about a chick with a dick; "Curt & Andre" trades paragraphs between two lovers who occasionally find a third guy to join their party; "Urban Contemporary" is about what happens at a party. Plus nude photography. 36 pages, digest.

Posted by J. at 2:35 AM | Permalink