This story contains scenes of sex between men. If that offends you or you are not old enough to be reading this, please leave. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this little figment of my imagination. While this story was inspired by real people and events, it is a work of fiction. The characters live in a fantasy world where all sex is safe. In the real world it is not, so precautions should be taken.
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Chapter Two
All week I thought about Quentin. It had been such a strange visit. He hadn't stayed at the apartment much over an hour and nearly half of that time we'd spent talking and drinking beer. Then the sex came on so quickly and was over nearly as fast, and then he was gone.
The next Monday evening I was trying to study, wondering if he'd show up again, when I heard the knock at the door. I opened it and there was a smiling Quentin with a six-pack in his hands. He took a bottle before handing the rest to me and went to the living room. I put the beer in the kitchen after taking one for myself and followed him.
"What are you doing with your clothes on? You're wasting our time."
"Wait a minute, Quentin. I want to talk to you about this."
"What's to talk about? You've got a nice body, you're a pretty good cocksucker and a great fuck. Let's get it on."
"But what are we doing here? I know we had good sex last week, but is that all it was? And what about tonight? Where is this going?"
He sighed. "We can talk another time if you really want to. I don't have time tonight, though. I'm meeting some friends in a little while so let's get down to business. You want me to fuck you or not?"
"Well, yeah, of course." As soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to take them back. Why would I so readily agree to something as crude as that? "I mean, I think I like you and you're fun in bed, well, on the floor, anyway, but shouldn't there be more to it than that?"
"There doesn't have to be. You had fun, I had fun, why does there have to be more? Maybe we can talk next week. Right now I want to pound your ass. Are you in or not?"
I shocked myself by starting to peel off my clothes. Quentin followed suit and in seconds we were both naked. I knelt down in front of him and began sucking on his dick. It was easier this time and I was able to get the whole thing down my throat. Like before though, he pulled back after just a few minutes. He got me onto my feet, turned me around and bent me over the arm of the chair. He squatted behind me, put a hand on each cheek and separated them, then buried his face in my ass. My dick had been hard as soon as we undressed but it started drooling precum when his tongue hit my pucker. He licked, nibbled and sucked on my hole, driving me into a frenzy.
When he had me wet and relaxed he stood up and put the head of his dick at my backdoor. It was still wet with saliva from my sucking and before I realized he wasn't adding any lube to it he plunged it all the way up inside me. I let out a yell but he didn't stop and let me get used to it this time. He just started pounding away, forcing himself deeper and deeper into me with each thrust. After a minute the pain began to turn to pleasure and I got into it, pushing my ass back against him as he pistoned into me. He was hitting my button again and every stroke was heaven. In what seemed like no time at all, he grunted and thrust hard into me. His cock pulsed inside me as he shot over and over again.
After just a few seconds, he pulled out of me, swatted my ass, took a swig of beer and started getting dressed.
"That's it? You're leaving already? I didn't even cum yet. Can't you stay a while and we'll do it again?"
"Sorry to fuck and run but I'm in a hurry. Next week I won't make any other plans so we can take our time. I'm sure you can handle your little problem without my help." He nodded at my throbbing erection. "Oh, and be naked when I get here next week. That will save a few minutes and leave us with more time to talk if you want."
And with that he was off, leaving me naked and frustrated. If I'd been puzzled the week before, I was irritated now. I had been hoping our first brief encounter would lead to something more. Instead it was going in the opposite direction. At least we'd both gotten off the first time around.
I thought maybe I'd see him at the Alliance meeting on Wednesday. At least there we could talk and sex wouldn't get in the way. But he didn't show. Maybe he realized the same thing. So I brooded and waited until the next Monday.
I didn't even try to study the next week. I knew he'd be there. And I took off all of my clothes and put them away beforehand. I felt kind of foolish, hanging around naked, waiting for him to show up. I wondered why I kept doing whatever he said. Everything was so outlandish yet he made it all sound so matter-of-fact that I followed along without question. As I thought about it I had to face the surprising truth. I liked what little I knew of him, but I liked his body more. He was incredibly hot and his fucking turned me on like nothing I had ever experienced. Whatever he wanted, I knew I would do. At seven-thirty on the dot, there was a knock on the door.
I took a deep breath and went down the hall to answer the door. I was determined not to let things get out of hand this time. Quentin had indicated that he'd be staying longer tonight so that was a good sign. Maybe we could have a more normal evening. Of course, me answering the door naked wasn't very indicative of that. I opened the door and Quentin was standing there smiling. I gasped when I saw that he wasn't alone. There was a big black guy nearly a head taller than him standing behind him.
"Hey, Mikey, nice to see you-all of you. This is my roommate, Griff. I was telling him all about you and he wanted to meet you. Griff, this is Mike."
The big guy looked me over from head to toe, nodding approvingly.
"Not bad, not bad at all. Nice to meet you, Mike." The two of them walked past me and headed for the living room. Griff handed me a twelve-pack of beer as he passed. I put the beer in the kitchen. I was building up quite a supply of it. I took three bottles and joined the guys in the living room. I stopped short in the doorway when I saw that they were both naked. My eyes went to Griff immediately. I loved Quentin's hot little body but I'd seen it a few times. Griff was new. He was over six feet tall and really built. He was a little stocky but all muscle. And he had an enormous muscle hanging between his legs. It was only half hard and it was already much bigger than mine was fully erect.
What happened next took me by surprise. Based on my experience with Quentin the past two weeks and the fact that we were all naked, I had expected some type of fast-paced wham-bam sex and then the two of them would leave as soon as it was over. Instead they sat down and started talking as they drank their beer. I sat and listened, speaking up now and then. This was the weirdest night yet. We talked about sports, current events and people the guys knew in town. There was nothing sexual about the conversation at all, except that we were sitting there naked.
We were on our third beers when the conversation changed abruptly.
"So how about it, Griff? You want to try out my pussyboy?"
Pussyboy? Was that what Quentin thought of me? I knew that so far our relationship had been basically sexual and pretty one-sided, but I was hoping that it was building to something better. Pussyboy didn't sound like it.
"Thought you'd never ask, bro. Let's do it, or do him, I should say." Griff chuckled.
Quentin decided that we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom. I didn't think so, since I only had the twin bed from my old room in my parent's house, but it turned out to be perfect for what they wanted. They had me lay across the bed on my back with my butt right on the edge. My head was barely on the bed on the other side. Quentin stood between my legs and lifted them over his shoulders. He'd brought his lube with him and he spent some time playing with my hole, stretching it with his fingers, loosening me up. Griff stood across the bed from him with his big slab of meat hanging in my face. He was nearly hard and I began licking and slurping on the head, which quickly brought him to full attention. His dick was huge, bigger than any I'd ever seen. It must have been nine inches and was very thick, with an enormous mushroom head. The shaft was veiny and dark but the head was a pinkish purple. It was a very menacing-looking weapon. I wasn't sure I could get it in my mouth but I knew I was going to have to try.
I opened wide and took the head into my mouth just as Quentin rammed his dick up my ass. The shock made me open my mouth even wider and Griff pushed his rod further in. He got about half of it in when he hit the back of my throat and I gagged. As Quentin started plugging my hole, Griff kept trying to force himself into my throat. I was gagging and choking and tears were streaming down my face but there was no way that huge thing was going any further into me. Finally, he gave up.
"I've gotta have me some of that ass, Quent."
"No way. You'd wreck him with that club of yours. This pussy is for me. I told you that you could have his mouth. He's got a great mouth. I'm sure you can find some way to have fun with it." He didn't miss a beat as he continued plowing into my butt as he talked.
Griff climbed up onto the bed with his knees on either side of my shoulders. His huge balls were right over my mouth so I began working on them, licking them and then sucking them into my mouth, one at a time. I figured the more I could pleasure him the better for me. He shifted slightly until his ass was over my face and lowered himself onto me, reaching back and spreading his cheeks as he did. His hole landed right on my mouth and I went to work on it, licking and tonguing it. From the rhythm of his movements I could tell he was stroking his meat. All the while Quentin kept fucking away like a madman.
"Jerk yourself, Mikey. No reason why you shouldn't have as much fun as we are." Thanks a lot, Quentin. I was beginning to think he'd forgotten I was even there, except for my two holes. Nice to know I was allowed to enjoy myself, too.
Actually, I was having the time of my life. Each time Quentin fucked me I enjoyed it more. Maybe I was relaxing more. Maybe Quentin was getting used to my body and reading my reactions. Somehow, I don't think he was consciously trying to make it better for me, but if that way it was also better for him, I could see it. I was also getting off on rimming Griff. I'd never done that before and the idea had always bothered me, but once I got into it, I really got into it.
I wrapped my hand around my hardon and started pulling on it. I heard Griff gasp and he pushed down hard onto my face. My tongue must have been all the way up his ass at that point and there was no way I could breathe. His body started jerking and I felt a hot splash as his first jet landed on my dick. That little bit of lube pushed me to the brink and I exploded, shooting all over Griff and my belly. When I clamped down on Quentin's dick he groaned and I felt him shoot into me. The two of them just stayed in position for a minute, trying to catch their breath. Fortunately, as soon as Griff started to cum he'd lifted off me a little and I was able to breathe. It still took me a while to recover, though.
Griff eased off me as Quentin pulled out of my hole. One of them, I wasn't sure which, went into the bathroom and came back with a towel and began cleaning me off. Between me and Griff we'd made quite a mess of my torso. Quentin gave me a hand and helped me up off the bed. I felt a little wobbly and I was sure cum was running out of my ass and down the back of my thighs.
We went back into the living room where the two guys got dressed. Quentin insisted I should remain naked, since I wasn't going anywhere.
"Besides, I like to look at you."
I got us another round of beers and we all sat and talked for a while. Small talk again. Nothing at all about what we'd just done. I'd been hoping for a chance to talk to Quentin about our relationship since he had indicated the week before that we might. But with Griff there that was out of the question. Although with Griff there I felt like I needed to talk more than ever.
When the guys finished their beers Quentin announced it was time to leave. I was surprised when I looked at the clock and saw it was nearly eleven. Once again, he walked me down the hall with his arm around my waist. Griff followed, his hand lightly playing with my ass. When we got to the door Griff went out and Quentin turned to me. I leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his head and whispered into my ear, "Ya done good, Mikey." Then he gave me another sharp slap on the butt and left. I closed the door and collapsed back against it.
What the hell was I doing?
To be continued...