(This is the first Erotic story I have ever written. My name is Caleb, and I turned 18 at the end of last year. Don't read this story if you are not a fan of hot, hard, homosexual sex, or are not 18, or, if it is not legal wherever you currently reside. ((I had to say all that, sorry.)) Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story below. If you like it and want another installment, let me know.)
You can write me at calebchatelle@yahoo.com
His cock thrust hard and deep inside of my body with a brutal rhythm. It slid in and out with ruthless speed and force. I could feel every vein on that long, thick shaft inside of my body. Dominic was an absolute machine. I have found myself beneath him many a time. His chest pressed against my back, his strong hands pinning my wrists to the bed, his balls slapping against my own each time he brutally slammed inside of me. I loved the sex, but hated him.
The night had started like any other. We went to the club, dressed in typical, cliched Queer-Wear. Tight pants leaving nothing to the imagination, a tank top with a designer logo -- which would end up getting thrown off within ten minutes -- and overpriced, but still fabulous shoes. We danced, ground our hard bodies against each other, while I contemplated my reasons for even associating with him as the thud of techno music filled my ears.
As usual, we did not leave until around 2:00 A.M. We staggered a few blocks down to his apartment, and groped at each other as we climbed up the stairs. He pushed me against the door of his neighbors apartment, one large hand on my chest, the other on my crotch. One of the things that turned me on about him was how much larger he was than me. Dominic was 6'2", and all of it was muscle. He had white-blonde hair, a slightly tanned complexion, and white-blondie hair with beautiful ice blue eyes. I was a slender five foot four with muscle definition, but not bulk. My hair was a dark brown, and my eyes were hazel. My complexion was very fair. We were beautiful together.
I moaned as his hand slid into my pants, groping me, and I whispered "not here, come on...let's go...." I pulled his hand out of my jeans and dragged him to his apartment, which was unlocked. I pulled him in, and Dominic closed the door. Every time that door slammed with finality, I knew I was going to be fucked. He tore off my shirt -- literally -- and attacked my neck with his mouth, pushing me against a wall.
"Oh God, Dominic...." half of me hated myself for enjoying him so much. He was an excellent lay. A cocky chuckle left his mouth, and he unbuttoned my pants with one hand, grabbing my dick with it and stroking it roughly. My back arched, and his mouth slid down further, tracing intricate paths down my smooth chest. The tip slid between the grooves of my abdomen, until it went where I really wanted it -- my throbbing dick.
He gently slid his teeth over the head, and in one fell swoop, took all seven inches to the hilt. "Fuck you're so good that that...." I hissed, and arched my back, digging my fingernails into his curly hair. He moaned around my cock, causing it to vibrate, and slid his hands to my ass, gripping it tightly in his large hands. I am a bit of a masochist, so the feeling of his fingernails digging into my flesh turned me on more than I can express.
His head twisted in circles as he ascended up my rock hard shaft, while simultaneously tracing the veins in my dick with his tongue. As soon as he got to the tip, he plunged downward again, then went back up, repeating the process. Pre-cum was steadily dripping from the head of my cock directly into his throat, and my legs shook from the pleasure his mouth was giving me. When he slid a single finger into my ass, I came with a loud cry, shooting my seed into his eager mouth.
"You seemed to like that..." he whispered in a husky voice, looking up at me.
"Yeah, I did....." I responded, slightly out of breath.
"Then get on your knees and return the favor."
I kicked off my shoes, and the pants from around my ankles so that I was fully nude, and knelt before him. I unzipped Dominic's pants with haste, and pulled out his monster of a cock. It was nine inches -- a true nine inches, and very thick. My mouth enveloped it, tasting him, and I moaned loudly around it. Immediately I went to down, fucking my face on his pole.
"That's right, suck it.....fuck your throat on it, yesssss....." he hissed, pumping his dick into my mouth. His hands grabbed the sides of my head and he pulled me all the way down until my face was pressed against his groin, my nose up against his pubic hair. A loud groan left Dominic's mouth and he ground himself against my face. I looked up at him submissively, moaning with the pleasure of servicing him. He obviously didn't want to cum in my mouth, because he pulled me up and slammed my chest against a wall. With only my saliva as lube, he thrust his cock inside of my ass to the hilt.
"Dominic! Ohhhhh fuck....." I whimpered, and he wrapped his arms around my chest tightly. He could crush my ribs if he wanted to do so. I loved being fucked by men much larger and stronger than me. It was a turn on to know that they could overpower me completely. Dominic's mouth was next to my ear, and he grabbed both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them over my head. The other arm was still wrapped around my chest.
"Tell me how much you like it, Drew...." he growled into my ear, pulling out slowly, and then slamming back inside of me without mercy.
"I love it!" I screamed, part in pain, and part in pleasure. Even the pain was pleasurable to me. As soon as I said those words he began to pile-drive me. My cock jumped with each thrust, and his hand that was not holding my wrists slid down my lightly-muscled stomach, grabbing my dick.
"Beg for me to fuck you harder...." he hissed, attacking my neck with his mouth, letting out feral growls as he bit and sucked on my pale skin.
"Fuck me harder! Please! Please, Dominic!" I begged. It was real begging too. I was addicted to his cock, to his body, to his sensuous, deep voice. He obliged, and fucked me even harder. His apartment was cheap, and the walls were not that thick. The force of him thrusting against me, pressing my body into the wall, made it crack slightly. My eyes were wide, and my wrists pulled against his hand. I bucked back against his hard, throbbing cock with incredible fervor as his hand accelerated on my cock. My ass clenched tight around him, trying to pull him in deeper. His groin smacked against my ass loudly, and sweat dripped down both our bodies, making them shimmer in the dim lighting of his apartment.
"You love it....you're such a whore for me..." he whispered into my ear, and I knew that it was true. I was his whore. He reached into his pants pocket, pulling out an ecstasy tablet and putting it in his mouth. He then kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth as he thrust inside my ass, grinding in circles inside of me. The ecstasy tablet slid into my own mouth, and I willingly swallowed it.
Suddenly my body became more responsive, If I was horny before, now I was feeling five times that. I moaned louder.
"I'm a whore for you.....I'm you're whore..."
"Fuck yes you are....." he growled, sucking on my earlobe as he resumed his spine-crushing fuck. His hand went back to my cock, and he slid his hand up and down. I came for a second time, and my ass went wild on his cock.
"DOMINIC!" I screamed, and he came with what could only be called a roar. When Dominic came, he came alot. If someone wanted a mouth, or ass-full, he was the man to give it to them. I felt his hot cum shoot inside of me, and I gasped, still shaking from my orgasm.
"Let's go to the bed...." he said, dragging me to his room. This is how I came to be in his bed tonight, again. With his cock thrusting into me I began to contemplate. I did not love him, just what he did to me. I actually hated Dominic. He was my dealer. Dominic provided me with drugs, and I only had to pay with my body. I had to fix him, to get my fix. Heroin and cocaine were my drugs of choice and he could provide them with a small fee -- me. I had tried to pay him with money several times, but he would never accept monetary payment from me, unlike from the rest of his clients. He wanted me. He wanted me whimpering beneath him, me calling out his name, me begging to be fucked, me wild beneath him, my ass around his cock.
Why not go to another dealer? That may have been simple. For one, he had the best shit out of anyone I knew. Two, though I hate to admit it, I was addicted to the way he fucked me. How could I resolve this problem? How could I get Dominic out of my life? I knew if I left, or went to another dealer, I would end up going back....just to get more of his dick. I had tried before, but always came back. Nobody had ever given it to me like he did. In all my eighteen years, I had never had a better fuck than him, and I have been fucking around since fifteen. I knew what I would have to do, I knew how I could fix it, but wasn't sure if I had the stomach to do it.
At that moment, beneath him on his bed, I decided I would have to kill him.
(Let me know if you liked this and want more. If I get another response I will write another installment. e-mail me at calebchatelle@yahoo.com )