Blame Quentin

By Mickey S (NJRimzu)

Published on Jul 31, 2005

Gay

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.

Comments are appreciated at NJRimzu@aol.com.

Chapter Nine

Tuesday night Quentin surprised me by calling to see how I was doing. Actually, I knew that wasn't the real reason for the call, but he did start out by asking how I felt, so I could at least pretend. He then said that he'd be over on Thursday, but he'd be alone. No guests this time. I wondered about that. Maybe he thought I'd had enough at the cookout.

I got to the Alliance early as usual on Wednesday and went straight to the kitchen to start the coffee, a job I had taken over. It gave me something to do. I'd just plugged in the pot when Marc walked in. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

"How're you doing, babe?"

"Okay, I guess. At least I can sit without too much discomfort today."

"You certainly were amazing Monday. I'm really sorry about that guy Jim, though."

"Is he a friend of yours?"

"More like a friend of a friend. I never cared for him much but didn't know he was such a vicious drunk. He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Not physically. But you know, he may have been drunk and nasty, but he was right. I'm such a tramp. I can't believe I did all those guys and I enjoyed it. I don't know what's wrong with me."

That had been bothering me more and more lately. I kept telling myself that I was doing all of this because I wanted to please Quentin, and that was true to some extent, but I was also enjoying the sex. Well, maybe it wasn't the sex itself in most cases. It was more the mystery, not knowing who was going to fuck me next, what he'd be like, how big he'd be, what his technique would be. That was what had excited me the past couple of months with the web site members coming to the apartment. Monday it had been that and more. I was the center of attention and I was doing something that no one else would do. At the time, with the help of lots of drinks, it had been exciting. Later, it seemed pathetic. I think I had finally overdosed on dick.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Mike. You're just going through a slutty time. We've all done it, most of us, anyway. Maybe not quite to the extent that you did on Monday, but when you're whoring around there's not much difference between four guys at once and fourteen. A gang bang is a gang bang. Right now you just have an itch up your butt that needs scratching."

"That's a cute way of putting it, but the truth is that I'm a slut." I was staring at the floor, too ashamed to even look him in the face.

"You've been acting slutty, but a few actions don't define who you are down deep. Who you are is in your heart and in your head and doesn't have anything to do with sex." He put a finger under my chin, lifted my head and looked into my eyes. "You like Quentin a lot, don't you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Well, I've seen you here for months and I've seen you a few times with Quentin, and there's a big difference. And I'm not just talking about the nudity and sex. Early in the party on Monday I was watching you, the way you looked at him, the way you acted when he was holding your hand. It was pretty obvious to me."

"Not to him. Sometimes I don't think he even sees me. I'm not sure he likes me at all, except as a way to make money." Marc gave me a funny look I couldn't decipher.

"I can't answer that, Mike, since I don't know him well and he's not one to show much emotion. But he seemed happy when he was with you on Monday, even before the sex. And I know he likes you, but I'm not sure if he likes you the way you want."

"You think I may have a chance with him?"

"You'll never know unless you try. Keep plugging away at it."

"It seems like everyone else is doing the plugging, but I know what you mean. I'll keep trying."

I debated whether or not to be naked for Quentin when he arrived on Thursday. He had told me that I should always be undressed, but that was when he was bringing guests with him. I didn't have any idea what he had in mind for me that night. I finally decided to strip, since even in the beginning, when it was just him, or him and Griff, he wanted me naked.

He seemed the same as ever when I opened the door. He smiled as he looked me over, and then headed for the kitchen for a beer. I followed him into the living room and we sat.

"So have you recovered from Monday, Mike?"

"Pretty much. I was really sore the next day but it didn't last long."

"Good, I wouldn't want to wear you out. That last guy on Monday got me thinking. We have to be more careful. We're both little guys. If someone got abusive or violent here we wouldn't be able to handle him the way Marc and Gary did. So I've decided we're going to have to makes some changes here. I've canceled that guy's membership and refunded his money. And from now on, I'm not going to bring guys over to fuck you. What do you think of that?"

I wasn't sure what to say. Did he want me to be glad or sorry? Having the members of the site here had been his idea in the first place. While I'd enjoyed some of the sex, I thought I could have just as much fun with only Quentin. And Monday had shown me how dangerous it could all be. I was definitely glad that guy Jim wasn't a member any more. It gave me the creeps to think that he was looking at my pictures. But if Quentin wasn't bringing guys here to fuck me, would he still be coming himself? Maybe he'd grown tired of it all. He noticed my hesitation and read it for disappointment.

"God, you really are a pig, aren't you? I thought maybe you'd be happy not to have to accommodate all of these strangers."

"No, Quentin, my hesitation didn't mean I wanted more guys. I just wasn't sure what you wanted, if you're saying that it's all over."

"Don't worry, I've got something else in mind to keep your hungry hole satisfied and keep the money coming in at the same time. The main reason we had all those guys fuck you was to get pictures for the web site. Plus, I really love watching your hole get opened up. It is so hot. Anyway, after Monday we've got enough pictures and film clips to keep the site fresh at least through the end of the year."

"So that's it, then, as far as performing for the camera? What do you mean that you have something else in mind?"

"My mind and your butt are a great combination, Mikey. I think you'll like this idea. Jorge is already working on changing the page on the site from our offer of your hole to local members to a request for what guys want to see in your hole. Members will email us and tell us what they want, then I'll pick the hottest requests and we'll do them live via the web cam. You'll be putting on a new show every week."

"How is that any different from the video clips you already have of me getting fucked?"

"Well, for one thing, it's live. And the members get to pick the action. Jorge's ordered a state of the art web cam so we'll have the best picture possible. He'll install it on your computer as soon as it comes in. Of course, that means he'll want to fuck you, but I'm sure you won't mind that."

"So it's basically just guys fucking me live then? Who?"

"We won't have to use strangers for this. Griff, Reggie and Jorge will be more than willing when we need 'extras.' And I'm sure Marc and Gary would help out as well. This way, we control the situation. We'll probably have to invest in some toys but the money's there. And I'm guessing there will be some kinky stuff, too. It'll be fun."

I noticed how Quentin used the word 'we' a lot, but he usually meant him. He made the decisions; I did as he said. He was firmly in control. I was just along for the ride, literally.

"Are you still going to fuck me when you come over?"

"Of course. I'm the warm-up act, no matter what else we do. My skinny dick is your can opener. We're gonna do the shows on Mondays, but I'll be over on Tuesdays and Friday, too. Gotta keep that hole open, you know."

Three nights a week with Quentin. That's what we'd been doing with the guests, but this time two of those nights would be just the two of us. I wasn't sure what Quentin meant by kinky, but I could deal with whatever he wanted on Mondays if the rest of the week I had him to myself.

"So what do you think?" He tilted his head toward the door and smiled. He was actually asking for my input, if not my approval. That was a first.

"Well, I'd rather not do anything too kinky but I guess it's okay, if you're sure we have to keep doing new stuff for the site."

"I wasn't asking what you thought of my idea. Of course we're gonna do it. I meant, let's go into the bedroom. All this talk about filling your hole has got me horned up."

I got up and led the way into the bedroom. Quentin followed, stripping off his clothes and dropping them along the way. He was naked when by the time we got to the bed. He had me lie face down with my legs spread and crawled up between them, placing a hand on each cheek, pulling them apart. I felt his hot breath blow over my pucker.

"Oh, man, I just love this little pink hole," he moaned. "I love it when it's tightly puckered like this and I love it when it's stretched wide open. I wish I could just crawl up inside it."

With that he buried his face in my ass, licking up and down the crack, swiping his tongue over my hole, flicking it around the edge. He swirled it around and around, zeroing in on the bull's eye. He pressed his tongue into the hole, and licked around the ring with the tip, pressing further and further into me as he relaxed me. Finally it felt as though his whole tongue were up my butt. He was forcing my hole open wider and I kept pressing my hips back into his face, wanting more.

He pulled away and I looked back over my shoulder. He was kneeling behind me with his thumb in his mouth. Even making a childish gesture like that he looked like a little devil. When he pulled his thumb out he gave me an evil smile, then put his hand on my butt with his thumb resting on my pucker. With one quick jab, he popped it through my ring, He twisted it around and pushed it all the way in. He pumped it in and out a few times.

"You like that, don' t ya? Yeah, I know you do. But I've got something a little longer and a little thicker that you're gonna like even more."

With that he pulled his thumb out and pressed the lubed head of his dick at the entrance to my loosened chute. He didn't have to push hard to make it slide all the way into me in one smooth motion. As he pulled back he grabbed my hips and pulled me up with him. I had a feeling this was going to be a short hard fuck and I was right. I braced myself on my hands and knees and he started pistoning hard into me. He pulled my hips back into him with each forceful thrust. He picked up speed and I could tell he was going to pop soon. He let go of my hips and reached around with his right hand and grabbed my dick. He hadn't stroked it three times when I heard him gasp and felt his dick swell inside me. As he shot his load into me he continued stroking me. Just knowing that he was flooding my insides took me over the edge and I sprayed my juice all over the bed under me. Quentin collapsed on top of me, knocking me flat on the mattress. I lay there catching my breath, reveling in the feel of being covered head to toe by Quentin's body. He seemed to lay there longer than usual, but at last he got up and gave my ass a swat.

"Nice one, Mikey."

Saturday afternoon Quentin called to say that Jorge had the new web cam and would be over that evening to install it.

"I'm working tonight so I can't be there. Be nice to Jorge. He's doing good work for us. I told him he could fuck you. Oh, and I don't want you looking at the web site from now on."

"What do you mean?" I was a little alarmed. What was he trying to hide from me now?

"Take it easy. It's no big deal. I'm going to be advertising each week's show and I want it to be a surprise to you. I want our members to look forward to each show but I think it will be more fun if you don't know what's coming."

I wasn't sure I liked being kept in the dark, but maybe he was right. What I didn't know I couldn't worry about. I'd just have to trust him.

Jorge hadn't ever been to the apartment on his own so I wasn't sure how things would go. He was there to do a technical job, but since Quentin had given his permission, there would be sex, too. So I followed routine and answered the door naked.

"You are something else, boy."

Jorge smiled and shook his head when he saw me. He was carrying a small box and a bag. He went right to the computer in the bedroom, turning down my offer of a beer.

"Later, when I'm done with the work and done with the play."

I had a beer and sat on the bed watching him work. He tested it out using me as a subject when it was installed. The resolution was much higher than my old one and it had a zoom feature as well. When Jorge was satisfied with it he shut it off, got up and started taking his clothes off.

"Time to pay the bill now, Mike. Quentin said I could fuck you tonight."

"Yeah, he told me. Better go slow, though. He's not here to loosen me up for you."

When Jorge dropped his pants his half hard dick popped up. I dropped to my knees and took it in my mouth as he kicked off his boxers. I took his foreskin gently in my teeth and pulled on it, stretching it out over the head. I held his light brown rod in my hand and carefully slipped my tongue under the skin, licking around the head inside it. Jorge moaned as I pulled back.

"Man, everyone's always talking about your ass but you've got a really fine mouth, too. One of these days I'm just gonna fuck your mouth, but I've been thinking about your ass all day, so..."

Jorge had me lie on my back on the bed, my ass near the edge, my legs pulled up against my chest, exposing my hole to him. He squirted some lube on me and on his fingers and then worked them into me, first one, then two, then finally a third. He was gentle but insistent. When he thought I was loose enough he pulled his foreskin back, placed his shiny pink head at my pucker and pushed slowly in. At the same time he took his lubed hand and wrapped it around my dick, stroking it lightly. He slid in until he hit bottom, then smiled at me and started gently pumping. He stuck to a slow pace, longdicking me, making me feel every inch of every stroke, both in and out. He continued working on my dick as he worked on my ass. Now and then he made a special upward thrust, hitting my prostate squarely, sending shivers all through me. It was almost as good as when Quentin fucked me. Almost.

As he neared orgasm, he picked up speed slightly. His grip on my dick also got tighter and I couldn't hold back any longer, spraying my cum all over my chest and belly, clamping my ring down on his dick. When I was nearly empty he gave one last thrust and froze deep inside me while his rod pulsed in my hole, squirting its load into me. He slowly pulled out and I let my legs down. He looked down at me and smiled.

"You are such a hot little fuck and a sweet kid, too. Quentin's a lucky guy."

He left the room and came back with a bottle of beer in each hand. We drank and talked about the web site as he got dressed and got his stuff together. After he left I thought about that comment, that Quentin was a lucky guy. What did he mean by that? The other guys got to fuck me now and then so didn't that make them lucky, too? Or maybe he meant that Quentin was able to use me whenever he wanted, and make money on me as well. Whatever. I knew that I loved it when Quentin spent time with me and fucked me and since he was planning on doing that three times a week, I figured I was the lucky one.

To be continued...

Next: Chapter 10


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