Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2005 23:28:55 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Blame Quentin, Chapter 8

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 Eight

By late June I had lost track of the number of guys who had fucked me. I
guess it was probably somewhere around thirty. Since Quentin was running
this as a business, I had the feeling that he was probably keeping track of
the numbers but I was too embarrassed to ask him. A couple of weeks after
we had started he had brought me more papers to sign. This time they all
looked very legal.

"What is all this?"

"Don't worry about it, Mikey. I just thought we should tie up some loose
ends and make sure we'd covered all bases. You don't have to read
them. Just sign."

So I signed. I knew I should have read them but, as in everything else, I
trusted Quentin. I liked doing what he wanted and I kept hoping that if I
did a good job our relationship would become more personal. I was slowly
getting to know him a little better. He seemed to have these walls up
around him preventing any feelings from showing, but he obviously liked
hanging out with me. He was often pretty abrupt and business-like, but if
the only reason he was with me was the business he really didn't need to
hang around every night after the guests had gone. At those times we
interacted more like friends, naked and at arms length emotionally, but
friends.

One Wednesday I was at the Alliance meeting when Marc came over to me and
threw an arm around my shoulder. He and Gary did that a lot since the night
they'd been to my apartment. There was nothing sexual in it, just a buddy
kind of thing.

"Hey Mike, Gary and I are having our annual cookout on the Fourth of July
and we were wondering if you'd like to come."

Finally. After months of attending meetings I was being invited to a social
event outside of Wednesday night. Maybe my social life would begin to pick
up, to become a little more normal.

""I'd love to, Marc. Thanks."

"See Gary for directions and details like time and stuff. He printed up
some flyers."

The next night Quentin brought two guys over to fuck me. After they'd gone
we sat naked in the living room, talking and drinking beer, my favorite
part of our evenings together. I told him about the invitation because it
was a good idea to keep him aware of my schedule, not that I thought he
would make any fucking appointments on the holiday.

"They invited you? That's great. You can give me a ride."

"You're going, too?"

"Sure, I ran into them recently and they invited me. They're supposed to
throw great parties. I'll come over here around one on Monday and we'll go
together."

This was getting better and better. Not only would I be going to a party
hosted by popular guys, but I'd be going with Quentin. It would be the
first time he and I had done anything together outside the apartment. It
was almost like a date.

Quentin was right on time Monday, as always. It was the first time in two
months I hadn't been naked when I greeted him at the door. I was only
wearing cargoes and a tee shirt, but I had spent over an hour trying on
every pair of shorts and every shirt I owned. I had to look just right. I
didn't know who would be at the party, but Marc and Gary were the kind of
guys who seemed to know everybody, so I wanted to make a good
impression. Quentin was dressed a lot like me and looked so cute I wanted
to hug him, but displays of affection weren't a part of our
relationship...yet.

I drove and he read the directions. The guys lived about ten miles west of
town in an affluent area of five and ten acre estates. I was very impressed
as we turned into the road they lived on.

"This is really nice, Quentin. Marc and Gary must do really well."

"What did you expect? They're both lawyers so they're probably rolling in
dough.'

I hadn't known that. I realized that in spite of having seen them a dozen
times at the Alliance (and having been fucked by them at my apartment) I
really knew nothing about them. I decided that I had to make an effort to
talk to people at the party and get to know some of them. Given my shyness,
it would be an effort, but maybe if I hung out with Quentin it would be
easier. He seemed comfortable talking to anyone.

Marc and Gary had a huge ranch-style house with a beautiful pool in the
back, surrounded by a large patio. It was all immaculately landscaped and
very private. There were maybe two dozen guys there already. Most were
dressed like Quentin and me, a few were in swim suits. Gary greeted us each
with a warm hug.

"C'mon over to the bar and get a drink, then I'll show you around. This is
the first time either of you has been here, right?"

The bar was set up on a table against the wall of the house next to French
doors leading inside. Several guys I recognized from the Alliance nodded at
me and even more spoke to Quentin as we crossed the patio. Gary mixed us a
couple of gin and tonics at Quentin's request. I'd never had one and it
tasted pretty strong so I just sipped it. We went into the house and Gary
showed us around. It really was a great place and decorated
beautifully. There were a few more guys in the TV room watching a baseball
game and a couple of guys in the kitchen. Gary led us down a hallway and
turned into a bedroom.

"We're using this as the dressing room. You can change in here, guys."

"Thanks, but we didn't bring any swim suits. I didn't know you had a pool."

"That's okay, Mike. We've got plenty. There should be something here that
fits you two little guys." He went over and pulled out a drawer and started
rummaging through it. He held up a pair of baggy trunks.

"These look like your size, Quentin." He handed the trunks to Quentin, who
immediately started getting undressed, and dug down in the drawer. "Ah,
here it is. Here's yours, Mike." He turned around and held up a tiny little
thing. I took it and turned it over in my hands. It wasn't even a thong,
just a waistband and a pouch. Nothing ran up the back connecting the bottom
of the pouch with the waistband.

"I can't wear that, Gary. That's obscene."

Gary put an arm around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. "You're
adorable and you've got beautiful eyes, Mike, but your ass is still your
best feature. Why hide it?"

"But there's nothing to this. I'll fall out of it."

"The elastic around the edges of the pouch should hold you in as long as
you don't move too much. You'll look great, Mike." He put his hand on top
of my head and ruffled my hair, then turned and walked to the door. "See
you in a few."

After he left I turned to Quentin who was down to his briefs. "I can't wear
this. What will people think?"

"Half the guys out there are probably members of the website so they've
already seen lots more of you than this. And the rest are potential
members. We could drum up a lot of new business today."

"But everyone else is dressed. I'll be the only one exposed."

"Why do you think you were invited? I told Marc and Gary you'd be glad to
entertain their guests. Don't make me look bad."

I was absolutely horrified. Here I thought I was finally making friends,
that Quentin and I might actually start dating, and all anyone wanted was
to look at my ass. How could Quentin do this to me? I looked at him and by
now he was naked. The sight of his hot little brown body nearly made me
forget about my predicament. He stepped over to me and drew me into a
hug. While we had quite a bit of physical contact when we had sex, this was
the first time I could remember him hugging me. And of course I had to be
fully clothed for a change. He lightly rubbed my back.

"Don't stress out over it, Mike. There are guys in Speedos out there who
are nearly as exposed and they aren't anywhere near as hot as you. You're
cute, you have a nice body and a fantastic ass. You should be proud, not
embarrassed. Just put on the suit and come out to the pool with me."

"Will you stay with me all afternoon? I don't want to feel alone surrounded
by strangers."

"Sure thing. We'll hang together all day, eating, drinking, having fun with
the other guests. Just relax and enjoy the day, Mike.'

I gave in and got changed. I avoided looking in the mirror. Looking down it
didn't look much smaller than a Speedo, and from the back, well, I couldn't
see it so I could just pretend. And I could spend the whole day with
Quentin. Maybe after another strong drink I could forget that my ass was
hanging out. After all, once everyone had seen my butt, they'd be used to
it and so would I.

When we went back outside we caused quite a sensation. I tried to believe
that they were looking at Quentin as much as me even though he was covered
more. His small, slim but muscular body was in perfect proportion and the
white trunks against his dark brown skin gave a stunning effect, at least I
thought so. Quentin held my hand and led me around the yard, stopping to
talk to guys he knew here and there. I looked over the crowd. There were
maybe thirty guys, most in their thirties or forties, a few younger and a
few older. Now and then I noticed a guy who had been to my apartment with
Quentin and felt embarrassed, but for the most part I began to relax after
my second drink.

There was plenty of good food to eat and the bar was in no danger of
running dry. As guys had more to drink I felt more and more hands on my
ass, caressing, squeezing, pinching, but I got used to it. Quentin kept his
word and stayed with me all afternoon. Sometimes he held my hand, sometimes
he had an arm around my waist, sometimes he was just standing nearby. I
think it was pretty clear to everyone that we were together and that
probably kept some of the guys from getting too fresh with me.

Around four-thirty the music suddenly got quieter and Marc jumped up on a
chair and shouted for everyone's attention.

"First of all, Gary and I would like to thank all of you for coming
today. We hope you're all having a great time. Everybody getting enough to
eat and drink?" The crowd yelled affirmatively. "Good. Now I know you've
all noticed our friend, Mike, here today. Some of you many recognize him
from the Alliance, some from, er, elsewhere. Mike, would you get up on this
chair next to me?"

All of a sudden I felt self-conscious. I'd had lots to drink and had almost
forgotten what I was wearing, but now I was being singled out. Quentin
nudged me and I looked at him as he smiled reassuringly. He took my hand
and helped me up on the chair. He saw that I was a little tipsy so he stood
behind me, his hands on my cheeks, bracing me a bit. Marc resumed his
little speech.

"Now I know you've all been admiring some of Mike's best ass-ets. Some of
you may think that wearing something like this makes him a bit of a tease,
but those of us who know him well know that he isn't, so..."

With that, Quentin's hands moved quickly, grabbed the waistband of my suit
and pulled it down around my ankles, leaving me naked in front of the
crowd. The crowd yelled and applauded.

"Isn't he a beauty? And there is even more to Mike's generosity. Some of
you may know that in addition to being a sweetheart, Mike is a horny little
devil with a practically insatiable hole. So he has graciously consented to
allow any of you who wish to 'have your way with him' for the rest of the
afternoon."

The loudest roar yet went up from the crowd as I practically fainted. If
Quentin hadn't been holding me up I'm sure I would have fallen.

"All we ask is that you treat Mike with respect and properly appreciate the
favor that he is doing for us all."

Quentin helped me down from the chair and hugged me tight and whispered in
my ear.

"Take it easy, Mikey. You know you love to get fucked and this is the
chance of a lifetime for you to get your fill and for us to get some great
pictures. Gary's got a fantastic camera that takes pics and short
videos. I'll be with you all the time so just relax and enjoy yourself. And
I'll start things off as usual to warm you up."

He let go of me for a second and dropped his trunks, which resulted in
whistles and catcalls. "I think there will be lots of naked guys in a few
minutes, Mike, so you won't be so self-conscious."

"Yeah, but I'll be the only one getting fucked."

"Don't bet on it. You may end up taking more guys up the ass than anyone
else, but I think that once the fucking starts more than a few hungry holes
may appear."

He led me out onto the diving board and had me bend over with my hands on
my knees while he lubed up his dick and my ass. Then he very slowly entered
me from the rear and gently fucked me. The board bounced slightly with each
thrust. I looked around and saw the pool was completely surrounded by guys,
some of whom were already naked. They were cheering us on as we
fucked. Gary had the camera and was taking pictures. When Quentin had cum
in my ass we left the diving board and Marc took my hand.

"I know I should let my guests go first, but some of them may be a little
shy, so I'll break the ice for them. Thanks a lot for doing this,
Mike. You're really a great guy."

He loosened the tie string of his swimsuit and the trunks fell around his
ankles. He kicked them off and leaned over toward me. He was nearly hard
and I couldn't take my eyes off his huge cock.

"Wrap your arms around my neck and hang on, baby." I did as he instructed
and he stood up, lifting me off the ground. He put his hands under my butt
cheeks and lifted me up until my ass was positioned over his hard thick
rod. Gary grabbed Marc's dick, slathered some lube on it and held it in
place as Marc lowered me onto it. I noticed Quentin now had the camera. I
don't know if it was Quentin's fuck or the drinks I'd had, but I had no
problem sliding down onto Marc's pole. It stretched me but it felt
good. Marc shifted his hands so that he was holding my hips and began
lifting me up and then shoving me back down onto his cock. The audience
seemed to be getting almost as much out of this as I was. Marc's big club
was rubbing my prostate each time I slid down it and I had to concentrate
on not cumming. I knew it was going to be a long afternoon and I didn't
want to shoot my load so soon. Marc sucked on my neck as he fucked up into
me. I remembered how he'd been quite forceful and verbally aggressive in
the apartment, but this time he was very tender.

When Marc had cum a short Asian guy in his early thirties took his
place. He bent me over a chair and fucked me from behind. It seemed like he
was never going to cum but Marc said something to him about others waiting
and in a couple of minutes I felt his dick pulsing in my ass. After a
fourth fuck Quentin led me over to the bar for a break.

"You're doing great, Mikey." I took a gulp of a drink. "Look over
there. What did I tell you?" I looked in the direction he was nodding and
saw two couples fucking near the pool. Quite a few more guys had taken off
their clothes. "Don't worry, you're not gonna have to do all of them. I
know you love dick, but this might be too much even for you."

For the next two hours the patio was one large orgy. Some guys seemed to
get off on just watching and others were content to stick with sucking. My
ass seemed to be the most popular but maybe that was because of Marc's
offer. Every three or four fucks Quentin led me off to the side for a drink
and a breather. By seven o'clock I think nearly everyone who wanted to cum
had. In spite of trying to hold off, I'd cum twice. I'd lost track of the
number of guys who had fucked me. I was sure Quentin hadn't and would
probably tell me later. It had to be in the teens somewhere, based on the
number of breaks I'd taken. A middle-aged black man was squirting up my ass
when I heard Marc make an announcement that was very similar to last call
in a bar. I was relieved because even with all of the cum for lube, my hole
was starting to feel very raw.

I got up to go to the bar and felt cum running down the insides of both
legs. A hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned around to see an ugly beefy guy
in his late thirties. I recognized him as one of my least favorite visitors
to the apartment. He'd been very rough and I hadn't liked him then. I was
hoping he'd found someone else at the party to fuck.

"I guess I might as well use the hole. Everyone else has."

He sounded like he'd had a lot to drink. Maybe I'd be lucky and he wouldn't
even be able to get it up. I asked him how he wanted it and he had me lie
down on my back on a lounge chair. I would have preferred not having to
look at him but he got to choose. He pushed my knees up against my chest
and I held them there as he positioned his cock at my hole. It was slightly
longer than average and had a huge head. He roughly stabbed it into me but
after all I'd been through it didn't hurt at all.

He started plowing fiercely into me and got very verbal and nasty. He
started calling me whore, pig, cunt, pussy, you name it. There was venom in
his voice.

"You're so stretched and there's so much cum squishing out of your hole I
can barely feel anything. You're a real low-life scum, you know? What a
worthless piece of shit you are."

I closed my eyes and tried to tune him out. With all that had gone on that
afternoon, no one had talked to me that way and I was tired and didn't want
to hear it. All of a sudden I felt a hot stinging blow to my right
cheek. My eyes flew open and he was swinging his the back of his right hand
at me from the other side. My head jerked and my eyes teared up as he hit
my left cheek.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, scumbag!" Just as he spit in my face
he flew backwards and I felt his dick plop out of my hole. I looked up and
saw Marc and Gary holding him.

"What the fuck are you doing, asshole?" Gary twisted the guy's arm behind
his back.

"Just fucking a worthless piece of shit, same as everybody else. Let go of
me so I can finish the job."

"You're already finished, Jim. Now apologize to Mike." Mark turned the guy
to face me. I'd scooted back on the chair so I was a little further away
and sitting up. Quentin was behind me with his arms wrapped around me. A
crowd had gathered around us.

"Me apologize to that cunt?"

"Mike is our friend and our guest," Marc said, calmly and deliberately. He
turned toward two big guys. "Get him out of here."

The two guys took him away from Marc and Gary and half-dragged him around
the side of the house.

"I'm very sorry that happened, Mike. You deserve to be treated much better
than that. Quentin, why don't you take Mike inside and get him cleaned up?"

Quentin helped me up from the chair and led me into the house with an arm
around me to keep me steady. He took me straight into a bathroom and sat me
on the toilet while he got the water adjusted in the shower. After I'd
gotten rid of most of the loads I'd taken he helped me into the shower. The
hot water felt like heaven. What felt even better were Quentin's hands
washing me, soaping my whole body, rubbing me, massaging me. He cleaned
every inch of my body and then held me tight under the spray for a while
afterwards. In spite of the afternoon I'd had, I started getting hard as my
groin was pressed into his.

"You just never get enough, do you Mikey?" he whispered in my ear.

He turned me around and pulled me into him so my back was pressed against
his front. Then he soaped up my pubes and began stroking me with his right
hand while his left hand played with my left nipple. I could feel his rigid
cock pressed against my ass but he didn't make any attempt to fuck me. He
was totally focused on my dick and nipple. When he bit into the back of my
neck I exploded, shooting jets of cum on the tile wall in front of me. I
collapsed back against him as he carefully cleaned my sensitive shrinking
dick.

He shut off the water and grabbed a towel. He very carefully dried me off,
working his way from my head down to my feet. Then he dried himself off and
we went into the bedroom and got dressed in silence. My head was still
spinning with the afternoon's events. All of the booze left me feeling a
bit dazed as well. We went back out onto the patio and noticed the crowd
has shrunk considerably. It was starting to get dark and everyone had
dressed. A lot of them had switched to coffee. Marc came rushing over to
us.

"Again, I'm really sorry about that asshole, Mike. It's a shame such a fun
afternoon had to end that way. I hope you had a good time up until then,
anyway."

"Yeah, it was nice, Marc. Thanks for inviting me." Those were the right
words to say but I didn't mean them. I didn't know what I meant. I had to
think about it. It had been a long day. I'd started out euphoric and
optimistic, then felt betrayed, humiliated, used, and abused. And somewhere
along the way I'd had tons of sex, some very good, some very bad, most very
forgettable. And I'd spent some time having regular old fun at the party,
too. But what I wanted to think about most was that heavenly shower with
Quentin. That was the part of the day I wanted to relive over and over.

We quickly worked our way through the remaining crowd on the patio and said
our goodbyes. Quentin walked me out to the road, his hand resting on my
butt. When we got to the car he reached into the front pocket of my shorts
and pulled out my keys.

"I'll drive, you must be exhausted."

I sat in the passenger seat and put my head back. I was exhausted. I had
lots of questions about how this day had come about but I was too tired to
talk. I was dying to find out what he thought of the afternoon but he
didn't say a word all the way back into town. He parked the car and walked
me up to my apartment, unlocking and opening the door for me. He handed me
the keys and swatted me lightly on the ass.

"Sleep tight, Mikey." And he turned and headed down the stairs.


To be continued...