Dominion

• This is a work of fiction. My experiences and likes influence all my writing, so there might be a nugget or two of truth somewhere within, but don't worry, it's carefully hidden... Any similarity with actual people or places is entirely coincidental.

• This story involves interracial sex between adult men. There is lot of crude stereotyping, role play, nasty and demeaning language and other things that might be called kinky or just plain ignorant. If any of this offends you, please leave now.

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Chapter 4

Eric swallowed hard, and he could feel his blood starting to pump hard and harder through his body. This was surreal. He couldn't help himself, his glance switched back and forth from Eric's upper body and this thick dick sticking straight out like a limb. This dude had him feeling hot all over. That thing had to be 9 inches, and it looked as thick as a beer can to Eric. He took a swig of his beer, trying to get that dry feeling out of his throat, and he looked down at this feet.

"Whas wrong, mah dude?" Simms asked him quietly, "I know u not disappointed." "Nah," Eric finally said, barely above a whisper, and still looking at his feet. "Look at me, mah dude." Eric kept looking down, his heart still beating a million beats a minute.

Simms climbed up the steps and as he got right in front of Eric, he stepped aside and walked up behind Eric and stood there for a second. He slowly slid down on the step right above Eric, and then slid down so his legs were on either side of him and his dick was pressed up against his back. "Yo, you good?" Simms whispered, leaning in and getting within inches of Eric's neck. Simms pulled his legs together, embracing Eric's body. The heat from Simms legs made Eric's head swoon a little. He could feel the heat from Simms body pressed up against him. He turned his glance over to the right and looked as Simms dark leg as it disappeared in to his boot, partially covering a tatoo of a dragon or some kind of monster. There was no breeze at all, it was a totally still, hot night. Eric could smell Simms cologne, smell his boots, smell the sweat. The only senses he had were all focused on this dude behind him. He stomach was all tied up in knots, and he took another swig of beer from the bottle. As he swallowed he felt Simms dick jump, still pressed in to his back. Simms reached up and placed his hands on Eric's shoulders, and slid them up to his neck, as if he was getting ready to give him a massage. It was too much for Eric.

Eric jumped up and ran up the steps back towards the entrance to the pavilion. He didn't want to go in the dark bar so he turned and walked quickly towards some of the chairs that were sitting all around the porch area. He wanted to run back to his house, or run down the golf course - he knew he needed to get the hell out of there. Instead he sat down in one of the deep chairs, and tried to collect his thoughts. He wasn't going anywhere.

He heard Simms boots as he walked up to where he was sitting. He could smell him coming, and his dick was leaking precum in his Brooks Brothers boxers. "Damn" was all he could think. Simms walked up behind him and very slowly let his dick rest on Eric's shoulder, and he moved it just enough to rub it up on Eric's ear. If he had thought Simms legs were hot pressed against him back on the steps, that thick dick was burning like a fire. Eric couldn't move, but he did let out a sigh that made it clear he was feeling this whole situation.

Simms walked around and stood in front of Eric. Eric looked up at his face and in the darkness of the porch it was impossible to see the expression or any detail on Simms face. Eric started to stand up, knowing he would have to push Simms out of the way. Before he got 5 inches off the chair Simms put his hands on Eric's shoulders and calmly, but powerfully pushed Eric back to his seat. "Man, I...." "You ain't gotta say nuthin, mah dude" Simms said with his deepest voice.

Simms sank to his knees slowly, and stretched his arms out along Eric's legs, with his fingers spreading out and squeezed Eric's thighs. Eric was shaking, and Simms thought to himself, "Time for Round 2". He reached in and unbuckled the braided leather belt around Eric's waist, still feeling Eric's whole body trembling. He unzipped the khakis and pulled the opening as wide as it would go. He could see Eric's dick hard as hell, pressed up against the khakis. "This is gonna take bout 2 minutes," Simms thought to himself. He smiled, but Eric couldn't see the look on his face.

He started to try and pull down Eric's pants and boxers, but Eric's weight and the friction made it impossible. Simms whispered "raise up baby boi" and Eric complied without hesitation. Off came the pants and drawers, and Eric's flipflops came off as Simms pulled him free of his clothing. He reached up and gently touched the tip of Eric's chin with his finger, and then slid his fingers slowly and sensually down his neck and to the top of his collar. He then started unbottoning Eric's shirt, one button at a time. When he finished he pulled open Eric's shirt, leaned in and lightly licked his left nipple. He could feel Eric tense up immediately, and he actually raised up an inch out of his chair in reaction to Simm's tongue.

Simms was really enjoying this shit, flipping the usual script, and doing shit he NEVER did to blow this little fucker's mind. He could have said "BOO" right now and Eric would probably pass the fuck out, or hell he might have a heart attack. "I got you bitch," he thought, grinning wider, "hold on to your ass..."

Simms leaned in and took all of Eric's dick in his mouth. Shit didn't taste bad to Simms, but this was not something he was used to. "It's all in a day's work" he said to himself, as he let his tongue brush over and over the tip of Eric's dick. He started to moan as he sucked Eric down, and he could fell the boy's body writhing underneath him. Simms knew how to catch a muthafucka off guard, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get his. He knew what he had to do, and was willing to go to new lengths to have this bitch wrapped up and ready to go.

He rubbed Eric's thigh with one hand and grabbed his nutts with the other, pulling and rubbing his balls in a way that Simms knew from his own experience intensified the experience. Eric was breathing hard and started to buck a little, making weak fucking motions towards the mouth that had him. He wasn't thinking, he was just reacting, and this was the most incredibly hot blowjob he had ever received. He had this sexy thug dude on his knees, buck naked, slurping loudly on his dick and moaning like he really liked it. This guy looked like he had never touched a dick, and in truth he hadn't touched many, but he had been blown so many times he knew enough to fake it.

Eric reached up and placed his hands carefully on Simms neck and shoulders. Simms groaned and moaned louder, showing his willingness. Eric moved one hand up and lets his fingers run aross the carefully braided rows of hair on Simms head. If this had been ANY OTHER bitch Simms would have punched him in the damn face. No bitch touches his hair. But tonight it was necessary to reel this fish in for the kill, and so he moaned some more and deepthroated the dick.

He felt Eric's balls tighten up, and from the breathing and shaking Simms knew Eric was about to bust. He worked hard, rubbing Eric's thighs and his belly roughly, making sure that Eric got every kind of stimulation he could. As Eric raised up some more to meet the tongue and throat that had him in ecstasy, Simms reached around and slid one of his hands under Eric's ass. He moved his middle finger directly to Eric's hole and started rubbing his pussy. Eric kicked one of his legs out as soon as Simms touched his hole, and when he did that he pushed himself back down on the chair a bit. The pressure hurt Simms finger, as his hand was being crushed by Eric's body starting to push down, but rather than moving his hand away he took advantage of the situation and forced his finger past the lips of the hole. Eric jumped up and Simms used his head to push Eric back down, which only pushed the finger deeper in to Eric's hole. He was so tight, but Simms knew it would be that way. He pushed and wriggled his finger all the way as far as it would go, and at the same time he increased the intensity of his mouth on the dick. He went all the way down and all the way back up again, sloppy and fast. He twisted his finger in Eric's ass, Eric yelled "FUCK!" and put both his hands on the back of Simms head. He pulled Simms forward trying to get his dick all the way down on his dick, and Simms put real suction on as he licked the head and underside of Eric's dick on each trip up and down.

Three more pulls and Eric starting shooting cum deep in Simm's throat. Simms had tasted his own cum a few times, but never another dude's. "AHHHHHH, FUCKKKKKK. FUCKKKKKKKKKK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK" Eric realized he had put one leg up on on Sims shoulder, and was totally covered in sweat, was panting like a dog and was in heaven. Simms swallowed it all, kinda savoring the sensation, if the taste wasn't really all that. "Oh, man," Eric panted, "Oh..." Simms leaned back on legs and caught his breath. Even in the darkness he could see from Eric's limp body that he had enjoyed himself.

"Yo, mah dude, you ok?" "Yeah," Eric quietly replied. "I like you, mah dude." "I like you too man, thanks."

Simms stood up, towering over Eric still practically laying in the chair below. He leaned down and gently kissed Eric on the top of the head. As he leaned forward his brick hard dick pressed forward in to Eric's upper chest, and Eric was overwhelmed with the scent of his cologne and sweat and sex. He was coming down from euphoria, and everything about this guy leaning over him had him feeling warm.

Simms was hyped like he hadn't been in months, and his dick felt like it might break it was so stiff. He wanted to bend Eric over and split him in two with his dick, but he knew he had to wait. Not long, though, Simms knew. Hook, line and sinker... He was too damn good. "Was it worth it," he thought to himself, tasting Eric's cum still on his tongue, and smelling his dick still on his face. Round three was about to be on. But not here.

"Be good, mah dude, and thanks for dat," he quietly said in Eric's ear. "Get up, don't want yo ass to pass out and you get caught by daddy playin golf in the mornin..." Eric slowly got up, pulled on his shorts and khakis, slipped on his flips, and started following Simms off the porch. As they walked down the steps he could once again see this tall naked man walking slowly in front of him. Simms stretched again, reaching for the sky. In this moonlight he really did have a sexy body, Eric realized. Just then he stopped short and bent down, pretending to pull up one of his boots. Eric almost ran right in to him, but caught himself just short, and was looking down at Simm's full, round ass being spread open as he bent down. "Wow," Eric thought.

Sims turned around and looked Eric right in the face, and walked forward, pressing himself against his body, and he just barely touched his lips to Eric's. "Touch my body, boi" he said with a mixture of sexy swagger and delicate allure. Eric ran his soft hands up the slick, dark arms of the thug in front of him, the thug who had just pulled out the best nutt of his life. Again, all he could sense was the man in front of him, and their lips kept touching slightly, not really a kiss, but as close as you can get without doing the deed. Eric reached his arms around and rubbed Simm's back, from his shoulders to his lower back, and then allowed his hands to run down and touch Simm's ass.

Simms pulled away from Eric's lips and burried his face in the crook of Eric's neck, licking and sucking. Eric threw his head back and pulled Simms closer too him, feeling how built and thick this dude really was... "Oh, shit, man, oh..." Simms pulled away, put both of his hands on the sides of Eric's face, looked at him deeply, and live a lover he leaned in and kissed Eric once on the lips.

"I gotta see you again baby boi" he said as he pulled Eric in and gave him a tight hug, swaying a little as he pulled him in close, almost like they were dancing in place. He was pulling so tight Eric could feel the jewelry hanging from Simms' neck pressing in to his chest. It hurt a little, but he didn't want to pull away.

He released Eric from the hug, stepped back and walked up the stairs on the pavilion porch. He grabbed his beater and walked off towards the trees. He had to get his sweatpants and roll out. His dick was still hard and he had to get this plan moving along. He looked back one time to see Eric still standing there, staring.

"Don't worry, bitch, it ain't over..." he laughed to himself as he disappeared past the tree line and in to the dark.

It was just before 11:30 when Eric got back to his house. The walk back seemed to take forever, but his mind wasn't on the walk. His mind was on Simms. Damn. He was all in knots.

The party at the Club was far from over and his house was empty. He walked up and started his shower. He turned it off again, as he realized he didn't want this sweat off of him, didn't want the smell of sex off of him. He laid back on his bed, his muscles still tense from the workout earlier. Was he gay? Well he had just cum in another guy's mouth, so that seemed like a no-brainer. He didn't feel gay, he just felt good. He realized this was all going to make more sense tomorrow, after he had a good night's sleep. He needed to shower, but he just laid there. He could smell the weed from Simm's smoke earlier, and he lifted his arm to his nose and thought about the events at the Pavilion. This was wild. Really wild. He felt his dick get hard again, which suprised him. He thought it would be days before he got hard again.

He heard his phone beep, and we reached in his pocket and pulled it out. There was a text from Simms.

COME OVA. 1122 VALLEY ROAD

Eric's breathing picked up immediately, and his dick was rock hard. Man this was happening fast. No one was home so he could easily leave and not have to make up excuses. He needed to shower though, and change in to something fresh. He could still smell himself.

Another text.

NOW BABY BOI

He replied, "NEED TO SHOWER FIRST"

Immediately he got a response: "SHOWER HERE, I GOT YOU. CUM NOW"

Eric felt like he was going to pass out, he was excited and nervous at the same time. He wanted to go, but he wasn't sure if she go over there this late. Perhaps it would be better to sleep on it, tell Simms he needed to sleep, or make sure some excuse. All this was happening so fast...

Beep. He looked at his phone and the message said: "PLEASE. GOT TO TALK TO U"

He replied "ON MY WAY," sprayed on some cologne, grabbed his keys and headed for the car. No time to think, he just wanted to see him again.

Simms smiled and sat back in his chair. "I ain't the KING of Hidden Valley for no damn reason..." If anyone had been there to see that grin they would have been afraid.

The plan was right on track....