Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2008 05:55:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Caleb Chatelle <calebchatelle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caleb Is Fucked - Part 1

(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 )