Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2005 15:07:25 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Blame Quentin, Ch. 3

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 Three

For the next month or so things continued pretty much the same. Some
Mondays Quentin came over on his own, some weeks he brought Griff. When it
was just the two of us I liked it better. Not that Griff was a bad guy. He
looked a little scary and his dick was definitely scary, but he was
generally okay. While I couldn't deep throat that huge schlong of his I
usually managed to find some way to orally please him. Quentin fucked me
every time. Griff wanted to but didn't push it when Quentin said no.

When they both came over they usually talked to each other almost as if I
weren't there. When it was just Quentin, he had to talk to me. Early on I
tried to get him to talk about our relationship but he obviously didn't
like to open up about his feelings. Or maybe he didn't have feelings for
me. I couldn't imagine that, considering the time he spent with me.

We didn't talk about personal stuff much so I didn't feel like I was
getting to know him. I guess I opened up more to him so he had a better
idea where I was coming from. He was a puzzle the way he kept this wall of
sorts between us. He seemed to like me and enjoy spending time with me and
he sure loved to fuck me, but there was absolutely no affection
involved. He was usually pretty abrupt about what he wanted, almost to the
point of ordering me around, but I never thought he was rude or taking
advantage of me. It was just his way. I came to think of his good-bye swat
on the ass as affection. He never tried to kiss me, but that was his way of
saying goodnight.

One night I tried to talk to him about 'us' over our post-coital beer.

"I don't really understand what this relationship is all about, Quentin."

"You and your relationships. Does everything have to be so involved? Why
can't you just enjoy the sex like I do?"

"Is it just about sex then? I've heard the term fuck buddies. Is that what
we are?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, you can call it that if you need to put a name on it."

"Then why don't I feel like we're buddies? After all these weeks I still
don't know you at all. And don't buddies do things other than fuck? You and
Griff go out and do lots of stuff together. I never see you outside this
apartment."

"You're trying to force this to fit some kind of preconceived notion you
have of relationships. Every relationship is unique. Just let it flow and
don't push it. I know you love having my dick up your ass. Can't you just
be happy with that for now and not question it? Don't spoil this good thing
we've got going."

Good thing. The sex was good, that's for sure. But there was nothing
more. And I really didn't have much say in that.

One Monday he called not long after I got home from work. I didn't even
know he had my number. I was listed in the book but he would have had to
know my last name and I couldn't remember telling him that. Thinking about
that made me realize just how far from being buddies we really
were. Anyway, he called to tell me one of his co-workers had called in sick
and he'd been asked to work an extra shift at the store, so he wouldn't be
over to fuck me. That's exactly how he put it. He suggested that I might
want to skip the Alliance meeting on Wednesday so he could fuck me
then. Without hesitation, I agreed.

Since I had an unexpected night with no plans, I took advantage of the time
to do some studying. It was getting close to final exam time. I was
immersed in my books when there was a knock at the door. I looked at my
watch. Seven-thirty. I wondered if maybe something had changed and Quentin
didn't have to work after all. I got up and thought about quickly
undressing before answering the door. He had me well trained. I decided
against it since I wasn't sure it was him. When I opened the door I was
glad. Griff was standing there with two guys I'd never seen before. One was
a shade lighter than him, slightly taller but slim. The other was shorter
and had mocha colored skin and was Latin-looking.

"Hey, Mike. I know Quent had to work so I thought I'd keep you company
tonight. These are my friends, Reggie and Jorge."

The two guys nodded and grunted and then all three pushed past me and
headed for the living room, handing me a case of beer.

I put as much of the beer in the fridge as would fit and took four bottles
to the living room. Reggie and Jorge were sitting on the couch and Griff
was on the chair. I handed out the beers. There was no place else to sit so
I decided on the floor next to the TV, but Griff stopped me before I sat
down.

"Why don't ya take your clothes off before you sit, Mike?"

My eyes bugged out as I looked at him. I hadn't been sure what was going to
happen but I didn't expect this. Being naked in front of Quentin and Griff
was one thing, but this was getting out of hand. Besides, there was
something reassuring about Quentin's presence. I somehow knew he wouldn't
let things get out of control. With him not there and two guys I didn't
know, I was more than a little nervous.

"Relax, man. You know you love being naked in front of guys. I almost don't
recognize you with clothes on. Go ahead and strip. Nothin's gonna happen
that you don't want. You just might not know you want it yet, though."

Somehow that wasn't very reassuring but I did what he wanted and took off
my clothes. I was hard as a rock by the time I was naked. The guys watched
me carefully as I undressed but once I was sitting on the floor they
started talking to each other as if I wasn't there. It felt weird, sitting
there naked when they were all dressed. Twice, Griff sent me into the
kitchen for more beer. They were drinking pretty fast. So was I, but that
was because I was nervous. I knew something was going to happen but I
didn't know what or when. Finally, the wait was over.

"Well, guys, I guess it's time we got down to business." With that, Griff
stood up and started disrobing. The others followed suit. I just sat there,
unsure what to do, and soon the three of them were naked and standing in a
little semicircle in front of me.

"Okay, Mike, show my buddies what a good cocksucker you are."

I looked at the three hardons pointing at me. Reggie's was a couple of
inches shorter than Griff's and nowhere near as thick, but he had a pretty
big head. Jorge's was in between the other two in length and pretty
thick. It was also uncut, and even completely hard the foreskin covered
most of it. Griff moved toward me first.

"I know you can't do much with this, but show the guys what they can
expect."

While I usually didn't mind working on Griff's cock, I didn't like the idea
of doing it in front of an audience. I knew I didn't have much choice,
though. There were three of them and they were all bigger than me. I didn't
really think they'd hurt me, but they could make me do whatever they wanted
with very little effort, so it was easier to just go along. Besides, those
three hard tools in front of me were very tempting. Knowing it was my
choice made me feel like a slut as I began to lick Griff's engorged
head. After treating it like an ice cream cone for a while I opened my
mouth as wide as I could and sucked it in. As usual, I could only handle
half of it but I bobbed up and down on it, sucking and slurping. I could
see the other two guys stroking themselves out of the corners of my eyes.

Griff stepped back and Reggie moved forward to take his place. I didn't
waste any time on preliminaries with him, just took his cock into my
mouth. When he hit the back of my throat I gagged a little, but after a few
attempts, he pushed through and I was able to swallow him down to the
pubes. After a few minutes of working on him he withdrew and Jorge stepped
up to bat. I took a few seconds to scrutinize his dick. I'd never been with
an uncircumcised guy before. I took his cock in my hand and slid the
foreskin back, exposing a shiny pink head. I flicked the tip of my tongue
at it several times and he gasped. Finally I went down on him, taking him
into my mouth until my gag reflex kicked in. Because he was thicker, I
couldn't get him into my throat, but his head was so sensitive that I don't
think he minded that I concentrated on it. In fact, he was enjoying it so
much that I thought he might cum right then and there, but Griff
interrupted before we got to that point.

"Enough foreplay. Let's take this into the bedroom, men."

Once in the bedroom, Griff directed the action the way Quentin usually
did. He had me lay in the usual position across the bed. With three guys I
knew it was going to be more complicated. After all, I only had two
holes. Griff got up over my face, his big balls brushing my lips. I
immediately started licking them.

"Okay, Reggie, you've got the thinnest dick so you get to be the first to
fuck him. Quentin says he's got a really tight ass so go easy. We all want
to have a chance to bust a nut in it so don't wear it out."

I gasped when he said that and I realized that they were all going to fuck
me. I mean, I guess I knew on some level that I was going to be fucked as
soon as we went into the bedroom, but Quentin had always made it clear that
he was the only one to do that, so I wasn't actually expecting it. At least
Griff seemed to be concerned about not hurting me, though since they were
all much bigger than Quentin I wasn't too sure about that. I tried to
concentrate on pleasuring Griff's cock and balls with my mouth as Reggie
lubed up my ass and finger fucked me, opening up my hole. He did a pretty
good job because I only felt mild discomfort as he entered me. It was more
of a stretch than with Quentin and he went deeper, but I was kind of proud
that I was able to accommodate him so easily.

Griff got his ass into position for rimming as Reggie started pumping into
me. Jorge had moved over toward my desk at the side of the room when we
first walked in so I assumed he was sitting in my chair, waiting for his
turn. After a few minutes I felt the bed move and someone lifted my wrist
and moved my hand until I was touching a cock. I gripped it and when I felt
the skin slide over it I knew Jorge was next to me. It had to be him, since
Reggie's dick was buried inside my guts and Griff's was bouncing off my
chest, but I recognized the feel of Jorge. I stroked him as I fucked
Griff's ass with my tongue. Reggie didn't have quite the technique of
Quentin, but he did manage to hit my prostate enough to keep me happy.

"Man, what a tight hole this white boy's got. I'm not gonna be able to hold
out very long. His pussy's just squeezin' the juice out of me." As if to
prove his point, Reggie gave one last, deep thrust into me and began
dumping his load. I felt his cock expand in my hole with each spurt. He
slowly withdrew and gasped as his head plopped out of my hole.

"My turn!" Jorge scooted off the bed and got in between my legs, then
lifted my ankles up onto his shoulders. Griff moved around beside me so I
could stroke and squeeze his big rod, while Reggie moved over my head,
shoving his cock into my mouth so I could clean it off. I didn't mind the
taste of his cum or the lube, but my ass juices made me gag more than his
cock hitting my throat. I forgot about that as Jorge shoved his thick log
completely into me with one sharp thrust. I would have screamed if my mouth
wasn't full. As it was, my throat opened up and Reggie plunged all the way
in. I was now impaled at both ends on a total of fifteen inches of
dick. Jorge wasn't as gentle as Reggie had been. He roughly thrust into me,
stretching me, pounding my ass over and over. Since Reggie had already cum
once he wasn't so demanding and seemed content to just have his cock in my
mouth and let me suckle it. The whole scene must have turned Griff on
because his rod was like steel in my hand. Jorge developed a mechanical
rhythm as he pistoned into me. He was also hitting my nut now and then and
that felt good, but after a while I wished he would just get it over
with. He held out for what seemed an eternity but he finally exploded into
me with a loud grunt.

Once again, the three guys rotated positions with Griff getting in between
my legs, Jorge getting his cock clean in my mouth and Reggie along side
me. Griff lifted my legs and the others each grabbed an ankle, lifting and
spreading my ass. I knew what was coming and I prayed the first two fucks
had adequately prepared my hole for Griff's pole. I felt his head at my
stretched pucker and he gave a short, sharp push. The head popped through
my ring and I screamed at the pain that shot through me.

"Take it out! Please, it hurts too much. Take it out, Griff!"

"No way, Mike. I'm in and I'm staying in. The worst is over, just take a
deep breath and relax. You'll feel better in no time, I guarantee it."

He waited a minute until the sharp pain had settled into a dull throbbing
ache. He must have seen the change in my face and started slowly fucking
me. It still hurt and I just lay there whimpering, tears running down my
face, trying to relax, wishing it was over. After a few minutes I became
numb to the pain and just felt stretched and full. His cock was smashing my
prostate with each thrust and that became the overwhelming feeling. Each
time he hit it my whole body convulsed. He started pumping harder. I was
really getting into it.

"Fuck me, Griff! Plow my ass! Harder! Harder!" I couldn't believe it was my
voice begging for more of that huge dick. He gave me what I asked for as he
rammed that pole into me. Reggie and Jorge pulled my legs further apart and
back, stretching me like a wishbone, giving Griff better access to my hole,
allowing him to drive deeper. Jorge began stroking my dick with his free
hand and in no time I was shooting my load. The first shot landed on my
face, the rest on my chest and stomach. As my ass clamped down on Griff's
dick he let out a shout and thrust hard into me, his dick swelling even
bigger, feeling like it was going to rip me apart. I'd been stroking Reggie
without even realizing it and he also exploded in my hand, shooting all
over me. Jorge had let go of my dick when I started to cum and began
jerking himself. With just a few hard strokes, he shot into the pool of cum
on my belly.

I lay there totally wiped out, staring up at the three of them. They were
all panting and grinning at each other. Griff slowly pulled his softening
dick out of my ass.

"Well, I'd say that went pretty well. Don't you agree, boys?" The others
just nodded. "Let's get dressed and have a beer. You can join us if you
feel up to it, Mike."

The three of them left the room and I just lay there resting for a minute,
unable to quite take in what had just happened. Until that night I'd only
been fucked by two guys. Now there were three more. Each one had hurt at
first and I hadn't liked it, but by the end I was loving it, begging for
more. I really was a slut.

I got up and dragged myself into the living room, stopping to get a beer on
the way. Naked, I sat on the floor, looking at the three clothed guys who
had just used me. They hardly seemed aware I had come into the room. While
they were talking, Jorge went into the bedroom and was gone a few minutes.
When he came back he had a CD in his hand. He gave it to Griff.

"I hope you don't mind if we borrowed your computer and web cam, Mike. I
wanted a souvenir of tonight."

"I left a copy of the video on your computer so you can enjoy it later if
you get lonely. The file name is Pussyboy Mike." I glared at Jorge.

"Now, don't be like that, Mike. You know you loved having our dicks up your
ass, so if that doesn't make you a pussyboy, what does? But I think we
should keep this just between us. Quentin thinks your white ass belongs to
him. He doesn't have to know about this." Griff gave me a wink.

Before the guys left Griff had asked me about my schedule so he could make
plans for a return visit. I had school Tuesday and Thursday and the
Alliance on Wednesday, so he decided Fridays would belong to him. He said
he was usually busy on the weekends, but he'd stop by now and then when he
didn't have anything better to do. On the way out the door he swatted me on
the ass the way Quentin always did, but somehow I didn't feel the
affection. I closed the door, ran into the bedroom and sat down in front of
the computer. I found the file named Pussyboy Mike and opened it. For half
an hour I watched both of my holes being plugged. Jorge had aimed the
camera so that none of their faces were in the picture, but mine was very
clear, at least when one of them wasn't sitting on it. I had to admit it
was a very hot video. And I looked like the world's biggest slut.

I closed the file and went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the
mirror. I didn't know where this was all going, but I knew I was going to
get fucked a lot more. And I knew I wanted it.

To be continued...