Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Mall Rat By Nathan Harvey All my life I have been hung up on clothes. I had stacks of magazines showing the latest in men’s wear. To me there was nothing more perfect than a handsome man beautifully dressed. I guess I was obsessed about my looks; I wanted to be the “Beau” Brummel of Central High. My folks were out of town for the weekend, so I could prowl the mall. I lived to shop; if there was a sale anywhere I could smell it. I suppose I am the kind of kid they called a Mall Rat. I’d just finished supper up at the Burger Barn and was looking at something new to wear at the Gap. I was into clothes more than I was into girls or sports, but I had started to date this new girl Sandy Chipalsky at school. I had begun to hear the whispers and gossip about me being a fag and I needed to prove to them I was straight. True, I liked looking at the guys and I loved cock watching in gym, but I was always very discreet about it. As for trying anything--no way man, I wasn’t going to be one of those fags I read about in my secret stash of porno magazines. For me Sandy was a dream date, we would double to all the school functions; she had let me know right off she wasn’t that kind of girl---no petting or any of that shit. When the guys would corner me in the hall and asked if I was getting any, I could say was that I was still trying but no luck. That took care of that fagot thing real fast. Little did they know I had no desire to get into her pants, it was bad enough just kissing her. Well, the arrangement was working out splendidly for both of us. Sandy had the looks that really got attention. She had these big boobs and a real tight ass, but sometimes I wondered if she was a closet lesbian. After all, I was no slouch, I was tall slim and dark curly hair, if I do say so myself I was a good looking guy. Hell, I was really a good dresser, a really great dancer and I was hung better than any of the guys in my gym class. I had the kind of looks that turned a lot of the girls on. Parkside Mall had been my hangout for years and I knew every guard in the place. I had picked out some Dockers and was in the process of getting some T-shirts to go with them. When I was all set I went through the checkout and paid for my stuff. I was no sooner outside the door, when buzzers began going off and lights were flashing. While I was surprised and was thinking ‘what the shit’, suddenly someone was grabbing my arm and hauling me away. I demanded to know what the hell was going on. I knew most all the guards here at the mall, and I was wondering why I was being hassled. Looking up in the face of this guy, I realized I’d never seen him around the mall before. This bozo was a horse of a different color. Most of the guards were old farts with bulging potbellies and long retired from the city police, but this guy was build like a gorilla. This guy was no kid, he had to be around forty-five and seeing the bars on his shirt, I knew he must be the honcho in charge of the whole damn security thing for the Mall. Half dragging, half pulling me down this long dark service corridor, he stopped at a black steel door marked ‘Security’. He fumbled for a second with the lock, then pushing me in this office, the first thing I saw was a wall of flickering TV screens showing all different parts of the mall. Then I could see the one screen showing the store I had been shopping. Before I could see anything else, he threw me against the desk demanding to see my sales slips, telling me I was over eighteen and not a minor anymore. Stealing was going to mean hard time. Pushing them into his hands I told him again I didn’t steal anything. Glaring at me and calling me a punk rich bitch, he began matching the items in the bag with the items on the slip. The guy almost seemed disappointed when they all matched. But after pausing momentarily, he looked up at me, telling me to take off my clothes. He was going to strip search me! I began protesting, but he just looked over telling me to strip or he would rip my clothes off. Looking over at him in that formfitting uniform, I felt this hot flash just thinking of being naked in front of him. This wasn’t like getting naked gym class with the guys or in front of your father in the bathroom. This was stripping in front of a fully dressed animal of a man. Feeling my cock swelling in my jockeys, I was now afraid to strip because he would call me a fagot or maybe even call the cops on me. After trying to stall as long as possible, when he began moving toward me I shucked my loafers. He snapped at me to get with it, that I didn’t have anything he hadn’t seen before. I began pulling off my sweater, then the shirt and then began working on my Dockers. Now standing there in just my jockeys with my cock bulging out, my face was flaming red. Standing there looking over me like a piece of meat, I could feel the wetness as my cock began drooling against the thin fabric of my shorts. He seemed not to even notice as he told me to lose the underwear. Letting them drop, he pushed me against the desk and suddenly I could feel his hands on my ass. I had heard of cavity checks, but this was way out of line! Suddenly feeling his fingers probing my ass, I let out this gasp. Then his voice interrupted, “You get off on getting something shoved up your ass boy?” Stammering, “Yes sir. I mean, no sir. I don’t know sir.” Then he said, “Son, you ever suck a man’s cock, boy?” Stammering, “Yes sir. No sir. I mean I never had the chance, sir.” Laughing at me, he was suddenly saying, “You want the chance don’t you boy? You want to suck my cock don’t you? Turn around and look at me boy, I asked you a question! You want to suck my cock?” Now facing him, my cock hard and drooling, there was no way I could lie, no matter what I would say my body was telling him I wanted him, I wanted to suck his cock. All I could say was, “Yes Sir.” He looked sternly at me saying, “Boy, I asked you a question now answer it!” Looking into his eyes I slowly said, “Yes sir, I want to suck your cock. Please let me suck your cock, Sir.” Slowly he began undoing his tie. He was moving almost like one of those strippers, and then I saw the flash of a gold wedding ring, I realized this guy was married. Going on, he began undoing his shirt exposing his hard fur covered pecks. He pulled my face to his nipples, ordering me to suck on them. It was electric and as I began gnawing on one nipple and then the other. I could feel him ever so slowly undoing his belt buckle. He moved away asking, “Are you a virgin Boy?” He stooped, removing his shoes. In that one motion, his cock just seemed to leap from his pants. Pushing down his boxers he stood there, his legs spread his hard cock standing proud with a bead of precum forming on the head of his cock. Almost in a trance, I began slipping to my knees. He seemed to be willing me to do his bidding. Taking my head and guiding me to his cock, as I opened my lips, he seemed to just slide into my mouth. It was a mixed feeling as the head of his cock began stretching my lips, and the taste of his body filling my mouth. Realizing what I was doing then and trying to pull away, his hands were on the back of my head holding me firmly and he began fucking my mouth. Even though I was gagging, he just kept pushing forward, telling me to open up and be a good bitch. Suddenly my throat was hurting and I began trying to pull off of his cock. He reached with a forward lunge, pining me to the desk. He drove his cock even deeper into my throat. Laughing sarcastically he snarled, “Now see there boy--you CAN do it!” I began to feel something happening in my throat as his cock began riding the walls of my throat and mouth. He just kept saying, “That’s it bitch, now you’re getting it.” It was unbelievable that he seemed to be getting even bigger, and suddenly I could feel hot ropes of cum shooting down my throat. I was almost in a daze as his cock slipped from my lips. He said, “Now boy let’s go all the way”. After his pulling me over and bending me forward on the desk, I felt something cold and greasy on my ass and then fingers pushing and pulling on my asshole. I began begging him saying, “No please no!” He leaned down whispering, “Are you sure boy? Are you sure you don’t want my cock up your ass?” First two, then three of his fingers began working my ass and my whole body began to shiver as this feeling of lust began flowing through my body. Suddenly I wanted him, I needed him to fuck me and I found myself whispering, “Please sir fuck me”. He reached inside the desk drawer, and shoving his small vile under my nose, he ordered me to inhale its contents. I obeyed. Suddenly, my head was spinning and the thought of him fucking me was the most important thing in the world to me. Then I felt the sharp pain and as he began twisting and driving his cock in my backside, a little at a time. I began pushing back wanting more. Then his words, “You want it all Bitch?” and I began involuntarily crying out, “Fuck me fuck me fuck me.” Lust was now consuming my body and all I wanted was him inside me! Rearing back and pushing, I could feel his hard fury body against mine and then he began pumping my ass. It felt like it was going on forever, but then he slammed into me and I could feel fluid warmth spreading in my body as he pumped his cum deep in my guts. It was when he finally pulled out of me, he was suddenly saying, “Better clean ourselves up boy. It’s getting near closing time.” I wanted to cry. He had raped me and now he was telling me to go home, as if I were some kind of tramp. While I was still struggling into my clothes, he flicked on a VCR and I watched my rape in horror and heard myself begging for him to fuck me. He began chuckling, “Don’t get the notion of telling anyone I raped you bitch, you were begging me to fuck you.” Gathering up my packages and shoving them into my arms he said, “See you around sometime boy, when you’re ready for another fucking just come see Chips”. Then he had me out the door before I realized what was happening. Walking past the closing shops, I was beginning to realize that bastard was nothing but a sexual predator. He must have been watching me shopping on the story security systems and that was when he’d decided he was going to fuck my ass. The bastard knew damn well I hadn’t stolen anything! That was just his perverted way of getting me alone with him. With every step, I could feel his cum oozing out of my ass and I knew I should have been furious with him, but really I was glad he’d done it. I liked sucking his cock and I liked it when he fucked me. Somehow my world was different now, I knew who and what I was. All that weekend I stayed in my room pleading homework. Really, I was soaking in the tub and putting cream on my sore ass. At first it had felt like he had not only ripped my ass apart so I could hardly walk, but also I slowly began to like the feeling of being fucked, myself. I wanted him to fuck me again. It was like magic when I would feel my fingers in my ass. It was almost like my body would suck my fingers in and I would begin fucking myself. By the time the weekend was over, I was almost back in shape for school. However, the realization of how much my life had changed presented itself every time I would see the guys naked in gym. I would remember how good it felt to have a cock up my ass and then I found myself rushing to conceal my growing erection. My body was now forcing me to accept the fact that I was gay—that I always had been gay. Sex was all I ever thought about at night when I lay in bed beating off. I desperately wanted Chips to fuck me again. I wanted to feel his cock deep in my throat. Finally, on Friday night I lied to my folks telling them I was going to the Mall to a show. When I arrived at the Mall, I found that corridor and after heading down it, I stopped at the steel door marked Security. Seeing a button and pushing it, I waited for a response, but there was none. Turning to leave, suddenly he was standing there with this big smile on his face. In a low voice, almost a whisper he said, “You want Chips to fuck you again boy?” Almost too ashamed to speak I nodded affirmatively. Then his irritation erupted, “Damn it boy, say it!” Looking up into his hardened black eyes I managed, “Please Sir, please fuck me sir, please let me be your bitch.” Laughing he was now saying, “Good boy. Come to your Master.” No sooner had we gotten inside his office than he ordered me to strip. This time there was no hesitation, I was naked in seconds and as soon as he had his shirt open I was on his tits sucking them as if my life depended on it. He was chuckling and saying, “Baby I own you now.” It was like it had been before, first the blowjob and then the reaming, but this time it was glorious. His cock just seemed to become part of me and when he began juicing me, it was like something that I needed to survive. I quickly found out that Chips was a very demanding Master and as his bitch I began learning how to please him in all things. When he began demanding I do disgusting things to his body, I realized that if I refused, he would throw me away and find someone else to satisfy him. Before the evening was over, I’d learned to rim his ass and to fuck him with my tongue. The worst part of it all was when he used me as his toilet, but even that was somehow him making me his property. When he finally told me to go, he said that I could come back that next Friday, but he warned me that I belonged to him now. If he found I was fooling around, he would make me sorry to be alive. I had no pride left now, I had accepted him as my master---I was now his bitch and he knew it. So that’s how our affair began and indeed, my life had changed forever. I was now a bitch, a man’s whore and still at the same time I was Michael Carlson, an 18-year-old senior at Central High. Somehow as the weeks passed, it became easier. I was now going to Chips two, sometimes three nights a week and still my life at school was the same. I did manage to try to get my life back into some semblance of normalcy. Sandy and I were even making our preparations for the prom. Iit was like I had become two different people at the same time. The night of the prom, I was to pick her up at eight. We would have our pictures at her house, then head out for dinner and then go to the Prom. That night I was running late, and after hastily pulling into her driveway, I bounded up the stairs. Sandy was waiting for me with the door open. After stepping inside and telling her how lovely she looked, she said we had to go into the living room because her dad wanted to take some pictures of us together. Leading me into the living room from the foyer she was saying, “Michael may I present you to my father, Stanley Chipalsky.” Looking up into that grinning face, I though I was going to die on the spot! There was Chips, the man I was servicing. After taking our pictures, as we were leaving, his hand slipped down to my ass and groping me said, “I have a place for a nice young man at the Mall in security if you’re interested boy. It doesn’t pay much to start with, but the benefits are great.” I knew it wasn’t a suggestion--it was actually a command. He really did own me. Looking into his coyly smiling face, I remarked, “I would love working for you, sir.” All that night as we danced I knew Sandy could feel my erection, but if she only knew--it was her father that was the cause of it. Somewhere in the back of my mind I began to realize that soon, very soon, I would be working at the Mall and have a place of my own where I could be with my Master. Still, I just had to wonder, was that a chance meeting or was this destiny? My vote? Destiny. Comments to Nathan Harvey at harveynate@AOL.com