Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2005 14:37:58 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Blame Quentin, Ch. 4

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 Four

I was naked at seven-thirty on Wednesday when Quentin knocked on the
door. I opened the door a crack and saw that he was alone, so I opened wide
to let him in.

"Nice. Are you staying like that for me all the time now?"

"Well, this is what you asked for, isn't it?"

"Sure is, that's just the way I like to see you. Get me a beer and let's
sit for a while."

When I got to the living room Quentin was sitting in the chair. His pants
were open and his dick was hanging out.

"Why don't you sit here on the floor?" He pointed to a spot in front of
him, between his legs. "That way you can suck me when you feel like it."

Once again I was a little put off by his abrupt attitude, yet I did as he
'suggested' and knelt facing him, burying my face in his crotch. The musky
scent of his pubes drew me like a magnet. I rubbed my face in them and then
licked his balls, slurping all around. I ran the tip of my tongue around
the edge of his head for a minute until he pulled it away. I sat back on my
heels and took a swig of beer.

"That feels too good. I don't wanna shoot so soon. We've got all evening."

"I could suck you off now and you could still fuck me later." Was that my
voice saying that? What had gotten into me?

"I like the way you think, Mikey. If I cum now I'll be able to hold off and
give you a real long fuck later. Go ahead, knock yourself out."

He grabbed his dick and pointed it down at my face. I leaned forward and
swallowed him in one gulp. Man, I was getting good at that. He wasn't very
long and was pretty thin, but I was still kinda proud. I bobbed up and down
on him, sucking hard and rolling my tongue around his head each time I
pulled up. I grabbed his balls in my left hand. His sack was loose and they
were hanging low so I pulled on them, stretching them even further. He
seemed to like that because he gave a loud groan. He'd been moaning all
along but that did a little something extra to him. He put a hand on either
side of my head and began shoving my mouth down onto him. I let go of his
balls and grabbed his hips, pulling them up to meet my face. I wished he
wasn't wearing his pants because I wanted to feel his two firm, small
cheeks in my hands.

"Fuck! I'm gonna shoot!" he gasped. With that he bucked his hips up and
forced my head down on him, burying his bone down my throat. He pulsed in
my mouth as his load shot down my throat into my belly. When he had
finished he gradually loosened his grip on my head. I pulled off him and
lay my head on his thigh, trying to catch my breath. He lightly rubbed the
top of my head.

"Damn, you're getting good at that, boy."

I looked down at my own erection. I'd drooled quite a bit of precum on my
thigh and really wanted to cum myself so I wrapped my hand around it.

"Not yet, Mike. You can cum when I fuck you. You'll get more out of it if
you wait."

That made sense to me so I let go and picked up my beer instead. Quentin
and I talked for a while. I stayed on the floor, leaning against his
leg. It felt good but it would have been even nicer if he were naked, too,
and I was pressed against his skin. When we finished our beers he suggested
we go into the bedroom. Before we did, he finally stripped off his clothes
and my eyes got to drink in that hot brown body. He led the way and I
couldn't take my eyes off his cute little butt. I had the urge to dive into
it headfirst.

When we got to the bed, Quentin stopped and looked around. He walked over
to the desk and picked up my digital camera.

"I've got an idea, let's take some pictures."

I thought of the CD Griff already had of me and got nervous. Just what I
needed, more pictures of me, naked and having sex.

"What do you need pictures for? You can see the real thing whenever you
like." I held my arms out and faced him, showing off my wares. The flash
went off as he whipped the camera up to his eye and snapped a picture.

"Maybe I want to be able to look at you when I'm at home. You know, for
inspiration, to give me ideas of what I want to do with you when I come
over."

I knew there was no point in arguing because I'd give in and do whatever he
wanted anyway. He didn't even have to push hard. For over half an hour he
took shot after shot of me. There were all kinds, from sweet and innocent
(I know, it's hard to look sweet and innocent when you're naked, but with
my blond hair, blue eyes and slim smooth body, from some angles I looked
like a kid) to complete porn slut. He took several of me on all fours, ass
to the camera, looking back over my shoulder with various facial
expressions, from innocent surprise, to raging lust. And of course my
little pink pucker was a bull's eye right in the middle of each shot. He
had me take his dick into my mouth and he took a few looking down and then
held the camera to the side for a different angle.

Both of us were getting totally turned on my all of the posing and finally
he ordered me onto the bed on my hands and knees, set the camera aside and
grabbed the lube. He quickly lubed us up, placed his head at my hole and
rammed all the way in. I let out a yell and collapsed onto the bed. He fell
on top of me, impaling me even more. He got up again, pulling me back with
him. He picked up the camera and took a few pictures of his cock in my ass,
then put the camera down and began fucking in earnest. He pounded me for
over thirty minutes. We changed positions several times and he fucked me
from every conceivable angle. As much as I'd liked Griff, Reggie and Jorge
fucking me, I loved Quentin's smaller dick inside me even more. He worked
it just right, hitting my nut with every thrust so I got the maximum amount
of pleasure. Or maybe it was just because it was Quentin and there was
something special about him.

Afterwards, Quentin and I went into the living room and had another
beer. He didn't get dressed right away so both of us were sitting there
naked. It was nice being able to stare all I wanted at his body. I thought
about the pictures he had taken of me and wondered if he'd ever let me take
pictures like that of him. He was so sexy and had such a hot little body.

When Quentin went back to the bedroom to get dressed, he had me download
the pictures from the camera to my computer, then burn a CD for
him. Another x-rated CD of me leaving the apartment. On his way out his
gave me the usual swat on the ass. I went into the bedroom and opened the
file of pictures. I skimmed through them, taking a closer look at the ones
that caught my eye. There were so many of them, maybe over a hundred. I
thought I looked pretty hot in some of them, but that still didn't mean I
was crazy about the idea. Now Quentin had all of those pictures and Griff
had the video. I trusted Quentin to keep them private more than Griff, but
since Griff seemed to want to keep his fucking me from Quentin, maybe the
video would be safe with him.  As long as I continued to do what he said,
that is. Not that I wouldn't. I didn't understand what was going on and why
I was letting them walk all over me, but the sex was better than I'd ever
dreamed, so I knew I'd be going along with them unless things changed for
the worse.

I wasn't sure if Griff was coming over on Friday. He'd told me to keep the
night free but he hadn't made definite plans. I stripped at quarter after
seven just in case and sure enough a few minutes later there was a knock at
the door. I was relieved to see that he was alone. I had enjoyed the others
on Monday, but I didn't think I was up for another tag-team fuck. Griff
helped himself to a beer as he passed the kitchen. I grabbed one and
followed him into the bedroom.

"I haven't got much time tonight so we'll dispense with the socializing,
Mike. Quentin will be home soon and we're going to a club in the city. You
can undress me while I have my beer."

He sat on the bed and I knelt in front of him and pulled off his boots and
socks. As I unfastened his pants I thought how nice it would be if I were
going into the city with Quentin. Or with Griff or anyone else, for that
matter. I was seeing plenty of action but it was all in this
apartment. Griff lifted his butt so I could pull his jeans and boxers
down. I stood and pulled his shirt over his head.

I worked on his huge schlong with my mouth while he finished up his
beer. He set the empty bottle aside and got me onto the bed.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I can't see any way around it since I'm
going to fuck you. I'll try to loosen you up as much as possible since I
don't have Reggie and Jorge to do that for me tonight."

He positioned me face down on the bed, spread my legs and got between
them. He took a cheek in each hand and pulled them apart. A second later, I
felt something touch my puckered hole. It was wet and it took a few seconds
for me to realize it was his tongue. Griff was rimming me! I couldn't
believe this big tough guy was licking my butt. I'd done his ass, of
course, but I never dreamed he'd do mine. It felt incredible. I lay there
squirming under him as he used his tongue to relax my hole, working it up
inside me.

I was in heaven and didn't want it to ever end, but after a while Griff
withdrew and moved up over me. He had somehow lubed himself up while he was
rimming me and pressed his mushroom head against my relaxed hole. He gently
pushed. Nothing happened at first and then it popped through. Even with all
of his efforts, it still hurt worse than it had on Monday. I let out a
yell. He grabbed the pillow and pulled it toward my head. I shoved a corner
of the pillow in my mouth and bit down, stifling my screams.

He waited a minute and then slowly pushed the rest of his dick into me. It
felt like it was a mile long as in went down into me. Finally, I felt his
wiry pubic hair on my butt. He lay down on my back and waited. Even though
he probably weighed eighty pounds more than me, the heat from his body and
the closeness felt good. I concentrated on that and my hole must have
relaxed because the pain faded pretty quickly. I think I relaxed all over
as the pain subsided and Griff must have felt it, because he lifted himself
off me and started fucking, pounding me into the mattress. I tried to lift
my hips up off the bed a bit and Griff realized what I was doing. He
grabbed me and pulled me up so that I was on my hands and knees and fucked
me doggie-style. I got into the rhythm of it and rocked back and force with
his thrusts. He may have said he was in a hurry but he didn't rush the
sex. He pounded me for a long time before he finally blew his load in
me. He collapsed and crushed me into the mattress, knocking the wind out of
me.

When he finally got up I turned and looked at him over my shoulder. He was
staring down at my ass.

"Damn, that is one sweet hole you've got there, boy. I could fuck that all
night."

I blushed. It was pretty crude but I knew he meant it to be a
compliment. He quickly got dressed.

"Sorry to fuck and run, but Quentin's waiting. So long, Mike."

And with that he was gone. I just lay on the bed for a while, my hole
feeling like it was still gaping open. If getting fucked was addictive, I
was well on my way to being hooked. I thought about Quentin and Griff. They
each had their good points. I liked Quentin more as a person but then I
knew him a little better. And even though his dick wasn't even as big as
mine, he sure knew how to use it to give me an awesome ride. Griff was more
physical and, of course, much larger. I enjoyed getting fucked by him too,
but even though his dick was huge, I think I got off more on the thought of
it than the way he used it in me. The same with Reggie and Jorge. The idea
and the reality of being gang fucked was hot, but I would be just as happy
physically with one long fuck by a single partner. And if I had to choose
one of them, it would be Quentin, without doubt. But I had the feeling that
I wouldn't be making that choice anytime in the near future.

To be continued...