Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2005 18:09:26 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Blame Quentin, Chapter 7

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 Seven

I hardly left the apartment at all over the weekend. I just couldn't
believe that Quentin had brought two guys I knew to fuck me. It had gone
well, I suppose, in that they both had a good time and I enjoyed the sex as
well, but I still felt embarrassed about it. It was more than just having
had sex with them. It was the idea that they knew all about the website and
knew that I was available to be fucked by anyone who wanted my ass. They
now knew what a slut I was. I couldn't imagine how I would be able to face
Marc and Gary at the next Alliance meeting. What must they think of me?

And that got me to wondering, what did Quentin think of me? I really had no
idea. He had always enjoyed the sex with me and was friendly enough most of
the time, but there didn't seem to be much more to our relationship than
that. Now that he'd turned it into a business, there was less of a personal
connection than ever.

Monday night he had lined up two more guys, no one I knew for a
change. They were both white guys again. One was around thirty-five, tall
with dark hair and slightly overweight. The other was even older and very
thin. We skipped the socializing over beer in the living room. Quentin led
them straight to the bedroom and had them get undressed while he got the
lighting right and positioned me on the bed.  I checked out their bodies
and dicks as they got ready for me. Everything about them was pretty
average. Once again, Quentin started things off by fucking me after playing
with my hole for a few minutes while the other two guys took turns fucking
my mouth. I didn't have any problem swallowing their six-inchers.

Quentin didn't take any pictures at first and concentrated on fucking me,
which was fine with me. The two 'guests' didn't do anything for me but
Quentin was hitting my magic spot inside with each stroke. Unfortunately,
he didn't try to hold out very long and soon I felt his dick pulsing in my
hole, filling me with his load. He waited a few seconds before pulling out
and looked down and winked at me.

"Ready to take care of our friends now, Mikey?"

I had a dick in my mouth and couldn't reply so I just nodded my head
slightly. Quentin backed off and picked up the camera. The guy who wasn't
in my mouth walked around the bed and stood between my legs. He grabbed
under my knees and raised my legs up, pushing them back against my chest. I
wrapped my arms around them, holding my knees to my chest, exposing my
loosened hole to him. As he put his head against my hole Quentin crept in
for a close-up of his entry. He didn't get much chance because the guy
slammed his entire length into me in one quick thrust. Even though Quentin
had already fucked me and this guy wasn't much bigger, it still hurt when
he forced his way in like that. He started pumping right away so I didn't
have a chance to adjust to the feeling. It hurt for the first few minutes
and was just starting to feel okay, not good, when he shot his load up my
ass. It was over in less than five minutes, though it wasn't a fun five
minutes.

The other guy quickly took his place and was a bit gentler. He entered me
more slowly and then fucked at a more leisurely pace. He didn't hurt at all
but it wasn't much more pleasurable for me because he didn't seem to care
that he wasn't hitting my prostate. I stroked myself as he pumped into me
but I wasn't even close to popping my cork when he unloaded inside me.

Quentin offered the guys a beer as they cleaned up and got dressed but they
both declined. Once they'd cum they seemed a little uncomfortable with the
circumstances and just wanted to leave. I went into the kitchen as he
walked them to the door. When he joined me in the living room I handed him
a beer.

"That was pretty much a dud, Quentin. Those guys were no fun at all."

"Yeah, some of the pictures I got were okay but I don't think I can make a
whole gallery out of them. Not every guy we have over is gonna be a hot
stud. But I think it's important to have pictures of guys like that fucking
you mixed in, to show our members that they don't have to be spectacular
looking to get into your ass. You're an equal opportunity pussy boy."

"I thought you were going to screen them so that only the best would come
over."

"No, the point of screening is to weed out the obvious sickos or the ones
who look dangerous. Neither one of us is big or built so I don't want to
have any problems here. As far as only having the best guys come fuck you,
the point of the website is that you have a hungry hole and want dick, any
dick, lots of dick, to fill it up. And that's what you're all about, isn't
it, Mikey?"

I thought about that question all night. Was that really what I was all
about? Until I met Quentin, I thought I was a pretty normal guy, a bit on
the shy side, kind of romantic, waiting for Mr. Right to come along. Now I
was getting fucked by anyone who wanted it and I wasn't objecting. I didn't
always like it, but I didn't mind it much either. But it was really about
Quentin. For the most part I was doing it all because he wanted me to. If
he disappeared from my life tomorrow, I knew I wouldn't go out looking for
guys to fuck me. I'd probably go back to living the way I always had, the
way I still did on nights when Quentin wasn't visiting. Sure I loved
getting fucked, but what I really loved was getting fucked by and for
Quentin.

I considered skipping the Alliance meeting on Wednesday. It wasn't just
facing Marc and Gary. I was sure that by then they would have told everyone
about me, about what I had allowed them to do to me. But I knew that the
only way to avoid everyone was to never go back there and that was
something I couldn't do. The Alliance meetings were the only real social
life I had. So I just had to go and act as normal as I could and hope for
the best. Once I got through the first meeting, the rest would be easier.

I was surprised when no one treated me any differently. Maybe Marc and Gary
acted a little friendlier, but they didn't say anything about their visit
to my apartment. It was just a meeting like any other, although I was tense
as hell for a while, expecting something to be said.

Thursday night Quentin came over with one new guy and Griff. This guy was a
little better looking and friendlier than the last two and we had some beer
in the living room before adjourning to the bedroom for sex. The guy was
pretty good in bed and I had a great time being fucked by all
three. Afterward, the guest left and the three of us hung out and had some
more beer. Quentin was pleased because he got some good pictures, Griff was
happy because he'd just been laid and I was feeling good all around.

For the next several weeks it went pretty much that way. Quentin brought
guys over to the apartment three times a week. He tried to give me a night
off in between so I wouldn't get sore. There were anywhere from one to
three new guys each time, although when he only had one he usually invited
Griff, Reggie or Jorge along. Some nights were a blast, others were
yawners. Except for a few outstanding performances, my favorite nights were
when Quentin stayed after the others had left. He usually just talked about
the website, but I loved hanging out with him.

Quentin was getting a lot of pictures of me with all of the visitors. He
was posting a new gallery of twenty pics each week. He was also adding a
new short clip from the video Griff had made. He had me write about every
guy who came over to fuck me and added a journal section to the site, using
only the hottest scenes. It really did come to be just a business. The sex
was often good but there were times when I had to remind myself to show
some excitement. By the end of June, three more guys from the Alliance had
shown up and fucked me. Like Marc and Gary, none of them mentioned it when
I later saw them at meetings. That made me realize that they all must gave
talked about it to each other, at least, but as long as they treated me all
right I didn't mind.

The most humiliating night turned out to be the most exciting as well. I
opened the door the second Monday in June and there were my ex-boyfriend
John and his best friend Tony standing on either side of Quentin. Around
the time we had broken up John had moved over a half hour away and never
went to Alliance meetings or local clubs any more, so it hadn't ever
occurred to me that he might find out about the site. I was horrified and
couldn't move.

"Damn, Mike, if that's the way you answer the door all the time, I'm sorry
I broke up with you before you got your own place." I must have blushed
from head to toe.

"Yeah, John, I always thought he was cute but seeing him naked makes me
think you were crazy to break it off."

Quentin looked back and forth between us. "You guys all know each other?"
So much for any thought of Quentin doing a thorough screening of our
'guests.'

"Yeah, Quentin, I went out with John for a few months last fall."

"So this is the guy." He turned and stared at John. I had told Quentin
about my limited experience when we first met.

"How about letting us in, Mike?"

"Uh, sure John, c'mon in." I finally got my legs working and led the way to
the living room. Everybody sat down while I got us some beer. When I took
my place kneeling on the floor John just smiled and shook his head.

"I couldn't believe that was my shy little Mike when Tony told me about the
website. Even after looking at all the pictures and recognizing every
square inch of you I kept thinking it had to be a mistake somehow. You have
really changed, Mike."

"Well, I'm doing things I never would have dreamed of a few months ago, but
I think I'm still pretty much the same guy."

"I don't know. When you were going out with John, I thought you were such a
sweet innocent kid. Now you're a total slut." Tony leered at me. "Not that
there's anything wrong with that."

Instead of getting more comfortable as time passed the way it usually
happened, I was feeling more humiliated every minute. I kept thinking about
my first date with John, how shy I'd been. We didn't even kiss that
night. And I wouldn't even have sex with him until we'd been going together
a month. That had been the real me then. And now he was seeing the new me.

Quentin didn't seem very comfortable either. This was the first time I knew
more about our guests than he did. We hadn't even finished our beers when
he suggested we get down to business.

"I think we'll try something different tonight, Mike. All of the pictures
so far have been in the bedroom. Let's do it out here for a change of
scene. Why don't you guys take your clothes off while I get the camera?"

I watched John as he slowly undressed. I remembered his body so well. He
was a couple of inches taller than me and slim, with short spiky dark blond
hair. And there was that short fat dick. It was just under six inches but
thicker than mine. I was so into reviewing John's body that I almost forgot
that Tony was undressing also. I'd never seen him naked. He was John's
height but much more muscular. He was Italian, with black hair and dark
eyes. His hairless chest was very well-defined. My eyes ran down his tight
six-pack and dark treasure trail until they popped wide open at the sight
of his dick. He was almost fully hard and was easily as long as Griff, but
much thicker. I'd never imagined a cock could be that big around, but I
guess that's what's referred to as a beer can, although it was lots longer.

Quentin's eyes lit up when he saw Tony.

"Damn, I'm gonna get some great shots of that tree trunk plugging your
little hole."

Quentin got me onto all fours on the floor and got on his knees behind
me. John and Tony stood in front of me and rubbed their cocks all over my
face. Tony was oozing a lot of precum and it smeared all over my
lips. Quentin got me lubed up and stretched my ass a bit with a couple of
fingers, then slowly pushed into me. John slipped his dick into my mouth at
the same time. I looked up and could see that both guys were looking down
my back at Quentin's entry.

"Fuck, look at that hole open up. I can't wait to get my meat into it."

"I don't know, Tony. I remember what Mike's hole is like. Something as big
as you might tear him in two."

"You've seen all the pictures on the web, man. His pucker starts out so
tiny and pink but then opens up. I don't think this slut's gonna have a
problem. He could probably take us both at once."

Quentin had settled into a nice lazy fuck and I concentrated on the two
rods in front of me. John fucked my face for a while but when he pulled out
I couldn't even get Tony's head into my mouth. My jaw just didn't open that
wide. So I tried to make him happy licking and slurping on the head,
running my tongue up and down the shaft and sucking on his balls. I
couldn't stop thinking about how much that pole of his was going to
hurt. Quentin made his fuck last this time but he finally reached the point
of no return and shot his load into me. When he pulled out John pushed
everything off of the coffee table and had me lie on my back on it, my ass
at the edge.

"I wanna see your face when I fuck you, just like old times."

Except it wasn't like old times. Almost all of the times we'd tried fucking
last year I couldn't take it. That one time we succeeded, it had hurt like
hell and never did feel good. This time he got into me with no problem. I
felt the stretching, but no pain. But the biggest difference was the
expression on John's face. Last year it had been one of tenderness, concern
and caring. This time it was lust, mixed with a little contempt. I sensed
that if it had hurt me this time he wouldn't have cared; he might even have
liked it. He pounded hard into me, while Tony straddled me and the table,
letting me bathe his cock and balls with my tongue.

I knew Quentin was getting good pictures of all of this. Because both guys
had hot bodies, he would want some full body shots of the three of us
together, minus their faces, of course. Tony moved further over me and
spread his cheeks over my face, exposing his hairy hole, then lowered
himself onto my mouth. Quentin was behind us, getting shots of my tongue
prodding Tony's hole. John was hitting my nut now and then and I was
enjoying the rough pounding, but I was glad I was no longer able to see the
demeaning look in his eyes. My ass must have felt good to him as well
because after ten minutes of power fucking, I felt his dick swell in me and
begin to throb. When he pulled it out of me I felt his juice ooze out and
run down my crack. John grabbed his beer bottle and drained it.

"Damn, that was a good fuck, Mike. You've really learned a thing or two
lately." He got a nasty look on his face. "Say, since you're gonna be
taking Tony's beer can up your ass now, how about I open you up some more
with a beer bottle?"

He took his empty bottle and ran the mouth of it around my hole, lubing it
up with his cum and Quentin's, then roughly punched the bottle into my
ass. It was once of those long-necked bottles, the kind they serve in bars,
so it wasn't even as thick as a dick. Even so, it was the first time I'd
ever had an inanimate object inside me. He fucked the neck of the bottle in
and out of me for a minute, with Quentin making sure he got pictures of it.

"C'mon, Tony, let's get your thick can into this slutty hole. When you're
done with him we can probably get the other end of this bottle into him."

This was not the sweet boyfriend I'd dated several months before. John
seemed to be getting off on abusing me, both physically and verbally. And
Quentin seemed to like it that way, too.

"You're giving me some ideas on more things to do with that hungry hole,
John." Just what I needed, Quentin with new ideas. "But right now I think
it's time for Mikey to sit on Tony's fire plug."

He took over directing the scene and had Tony lie on his back on the
floor. I knelt over him, with one knee on either side of his chest. Tony
held his dick straight up and Quentin had me sit back until I was perched
on the tip of the hard rod. I wiggled my ass a bit, trying to get used to
the feel of it. Since my hole had already had quite a workout it was pretty
loose and I could feel half of Tony's helmet was in, but as it got wider I
knew I would have to stretch a lot more. Quentin was behind me, taking
close-ups of that pole and my ass. John stood over Tony's head, facing me,
his dick in my face. I was taking deep breaths, trying to get up the
courage to lower myself onto that thick slab of meat, when John put his
hands on my shoulders and, without any warning, pushed down hard.

I screamed as the rest of Tony's head and about three inches of his shaft
was forced up my ass. John shoved his dick in my open mouth.

"We don't want to disturb the neighbors with all that noise, Mike. Just
concentrate on this for a while."

It was hard not to concentrate on it. John hadn't cleaned himself off after
fucking me so his dick tasted like a combination of lube, his and Quentin's
cum and my own ass. Fortunately I always cleaned myself out well before
these visits so none of the flavors were too objectionable but the mix was
intoxicating. Focusing on John's dick in my mouth helped lessen the pain of
Tony in my ass and after a few minutes I felt okay enough to begin to push
down on that log. I slid slowly down on it and it felt like it was two feet
long. I kept going down, feeling that huge thing stretching my hole,
pushing deep inside me, and it seemed like I was never going to hit
bottom. Finally I felt Tony's pubic hair tickle my ass and I sat still for
a minute to get used to the full feeling. It felt like an entire baseball
bat was up my ass and once I got used to it I loved it.

I lifted myself up off Tony until I felt the edge of his head pulling at my
ass lips, then slid back down. With each slide up I picked up the pace and
soon I was having the ride of my life, clenching my ring around him on the
way up, swallowing his tool on the way down. I couldn't coordinate movement
with my mouth on John's dick so I settled for just keeping it in my mouth
and sucking as hard as I could. Tony was bucking up into me as well as he
could but it really wasn't necessary. His rod hit my prostate on each
plunge and my grip on it caused him to start gasping in no time.

I had my left hand wrapped around the base of John's dick and started
stroking my own with my right. My balls had been smacking down onto Tony's
pubes each time I bottomed out on him but in no time they pulled up tight
and I felt my juice explode up through my dick and shoot all over him. When
the first shot hit him in the face he groaned and I felt his dick swell in
me. I pushed myself down as hard as I could and squeezed him as he shot his
load deep into me. John pulled his dick out of my mouth and began pulling
it hard. After just a few strokes he came for the second time, flooding my
face with his jisz.

"Use your fingers to wipe it off your face and then lick them off, Mike."
Quentin had been photographing the whole scene and continued as I cleaned
up my face. I slowly pulled myself up and off of Tony and gave Quentin some
bonus pics by licking my own cum off Tony's face and neck, then taking his
dick in my mouth and cleaning that, too.

"What a pig! I can't believe this is the same kid I dated."

I looked up at John and shrugged. "And you don't like cum?"

"Sure I do, but you've taken five loads in both ends in under an hour. I
think that qualifies as piggy."

"Whatever, you enjoyed it all as much as I did."

"You tell 'em, Mikey. We're all a part of this. If you're a pig for cum
then we're all pigs for your ass." Quentin set the camera down and left the
room, returning in a minute with four beers. He handed them out and held
his up in a toast. "Here's to pigs!"


To be continued...