Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2005 08:15:32 EDT
From: NJRimzu@aol.com
Subject: Blame Quentin, Chapter 6

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 Six

I was a wreck all weekend. I stayed in, afraid someone would see me. I know
that didn't make sense. As far as I knew, no one except Quentin and the
guys even knew about the web site yet. But that didn't stop me from being
paranoid. I thought about all of the people I knew, about who might see the
web site. Certainly no one in my family would ever stumble across a porn
site like that. My best friend from high school, pretty much my only
friend, had gone away to college and we'd lost touch. My job was just a
paycheck, something to get me through school, so the people there didn't
matter. I had a few acquaintances at school but I didn't think any of them
were gay. There was always John, my ex. He was gay and loved porn but I
knew he didn't spend money on pay web sites. That left the people at the
Alliance. I was starting to get to know a few of them although I wouldn't
use the word friend to describe any of them yet. But they were the greatest
risk. They were gay and might be exposed to porn sites. Quentin had
promised he'd be discreet though and not advertise the site locally so I
finally decided I didn't have too much to worry about.

By Monday I was a lot more relaxed about the whole thing. The initial panic
had subsided and I was beginning to look at it as more of an abstract
thing. The pictures of me Quentin had selected were really good ones. I
knew I wasn't bad looking, but those pictures made me look even better. I
kind of got off on the idea of guys getting off on them. Did that make me
an exhibitionist? Maybe, but I don't think I would have been comfortable if
it were a live, in-person kind of thing. Thinking about guys halfway around
the world beating off to pictures of me on their computer screens was kind
of thrilling, though.

Monday night all four guys arrived together. We sat in the living room
drinking beer while Quentin went over the plan for the evening. I was going
to suck and get fucked by all of them and pictures would be taken of
everything. He would take most of them, except when he was involved in the
action, of course. He wanted close-ups and full body shots. Mine would be
the only face visible in any of the shots, but because we all had pretty
good bodies he wanted to show them off as much as possible.

We went into the bedroom and everyone stripped. Before I got on the bed,
Quentin had me kneel down and he got pics of me sucking each of them. He
had Griff, Reggie and Jorge crowd around in front of me and they managed to
get all three of their heads into my stretched mouth. I tilted my head back
and looked up while Quentin took a picture from above.

"Damn, that's hot. I wish there was a way to get three dicks up his ass at
once. Maybe sometime we'll try two."

They positioned me on the bed and Quentin got between my legs to start the
fucking. Jorge had the camera. He got to within a couple of inches of my
hole and took several pictures of Quentin's dick sliding in. As Quentin
pounded my ass, the others took turns at my mouth, and Jorge got it all on
camera. The whole scene seemed to really excite Quentin and it wasn't long
before he was blasting into me.

When Reggie got into position to take his turn, Quentin changed the rules a
bit.

"I don't want anyone else cumming inside Mike the rest of the evening
because I want to get lots of cum shots. When you're ready to shoot,
Reggie, I want you to pull out and lie down next to Mike, so it goes all
over your chest and abs. The while cum on your dark brown skin will look
great. Then we'll get pics of Mike licking it up. I want shots of both
Jorge and Griff in Mike's ass, but I want you both to hold off and cum
together, all over Mike's face."

So we all did as he directed. It wasn't as scripted as he had made it
sound. Everyone was pretty much free to use my holes in any way they
wanted, and they did. They poked and prodded and impaled me over and over,
in every position imaginable. It was only when they couldn't hold out any
longer and had to shoot their loads that they did as Quentin had ordered. I
licked Reggie's cum off his body and then lay back to wait for my
facial. Griff and Jorge shot at nearly the same time all over my face. I
knew Quentin got some great shots of the cum in my hair and streams running
down my face. He made sure they stayed close enough so he also got the
heads of their dicks, still dripping, in some of the pictures.

The scene got Quentin all worked up again, so as soon as they were done
shooting (both cum and pics) Quentin straddled my chest and stroked his rod
at my face. It only took a few pulls to get him to the edge. My face was
still dripping and he had me open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He
placed his head on my tongue and unloaded onto it. Jorge got in close and
took pictures as my tongue was flooded with Quentin's thick spermy load.

I hadn't cum yet so Quentin made me jerk myself off and they took pictures
of that, too. The last few shots were of me lying on my back, exhausted,
covered in my own spooge. Quentin and the others must have had some prior
agreement because as soon as the sex was done the other three got dressed
and left. I went into the bathroom to clean up, picked up a couple of beers
and came back to Quentin in the bedroom.

"This is gonna be fantastic, Mikey. You wouldn't believe the response we're
getting already."

"Response? You mean you've started it already?"

"Sure. As soon as I left here Friday night we got to work. Jorge got us
links on other porn sites. Griff and I went out over the weekend and put
cards up in bars and clubs in the city and down at the shore. Don't worry,
Mike, we're not gonna advertise locally. I told you I'd be discreet."

"You mean we've got members already?"

"Over twenty so far. I'm not set up to accept credit cards but I opened a
paypal account. That limits us a bit but I think it will be okay. And I
came up with another great idea and had Jorge add it to the site. Wait
until you see this."

He got up and went over to the computer, pulled up the site and entered his
id and password. He clicked on a new button labeled 'Get Into Mike's
Hole'. I leaned toward the screen to read the text that came up. Quentin
had given the general area we were located in and was offering for any
local members to make appointments to come by and fuck me.

I was mortified.

"No way, Quentin. You've got to take that off of there. I don't want total
strangers fucking me."

"Reggie and Jorge were total strangers when they fucked you. They still
are. And you love it. Take it easy, Mike. You know you love to get fucked
and I love watching you get plugged. I'm gonna screen the applicants so you
have nothing to worry about. I'll take care of everything."

"There's a difference between your friends and strangers. And there's an
even bigger difference between pictures on the Internet and sex in
person. We could get into a lot of trouble over this. Taking money for sex
is prostitution. You're making me a whore and yourself a pimp."

"Whoa there! Nobody is selling sex, Mike. Guys are paying to join a web
site. That's perfectly legal. And we're asking our members to help us out
by fucking you."

"Help us out?"

"Yeah, to keep the site fresh and our members happy, we need new pictures
all the time. With what we had before and what we took tonight, we have
enough to keep us going for a few weeks, but no one's gonna keep paying to
see the same dicks plugging your hole. We need fresh meat. So we're letting
our local members fuck you if they agree to let us take pictures of
it. It's a trade-off that really has nothing to do with sex and money."

"Nothing to do with sex. Strangers fucking me and having their pictures
taken. And where is all of this going to take place?"

"Right here, Mike. You don't even have to leave home. Don't worry about
it. I told you that I'm going to screen the guys. I'll meet them out
somewhere and talk to them to explain things before I bring them here. And
I'll be here the whole time, taking pictures, keeping an eye on you. You'll
be fine."

"But I really don't want to do this."

"When I first came over here, you thought you didn't want me to fuck
you. When Griff brought the guys over, you thought you didn't want them to
fuck you. You just don't know yourself very well, Mike. You don't know what
you want. I think I understand you and I definitely know what I want. So
let me take care of things. I haven't steered you wrong yet."

I had to admit that he had a point. I didn't know myself very well. And I
really had liked everything he'd pushed me into so far. I even liked the
idea of my pictures on the Internet. Maybe he was right.

"Okay, Quentin, I'll trust you again. But please be careful and don't
overdo it. I'm really nervous about this."

"You won't regret it, Mike. I've got two guys lined up for Friday night
already."

"So soon? Who are they? What are they like?"

"The sooner we start the better. If we have pictures of other guys to mix
in, we can stretch the pics of Griff and the boys out to last longer. And
it doesn't matter who they are. You're not going out on a date with
them. You're just gonna get fucked."

I thought about that for a minute. The reality of agreeing to be fucked by
strangers was beginning to sink in. To my surprise, I felt a stirring in my
dick. The idea was actually kind of exciting. Quentin noticed my dick
starting to plump up.

"You see, your dick knows what you want. And you'll love these guys. I've
met them already. They're both really built and they say they're well
hung. Of course, everyone says that, but we'll know on Friday."

I was nervous all week. To be honest I was kind of looking forward to it,
like I would a trip or some other kind of adventure. Quentin sounded sure
about the two guys who were coming on Friday so I wasn't scared, just a bit
nervous. After all, it wasn't something that I ever thought I'd be doing.

I prepared myself as Quentin had instructed and was naked when he knocked
on the door at seven-thirty. I opened the door with a smile, which
disappeared as soon as I saw who was with him. Standing just behind Quentin
was Marc, the vice-president of the Alliance, and his lover Gary. They both
looked me over from head to toe and smiled.

"Damn, Quentin, he's even hotter than on the site."

"Yeah, when Marc and I first saw the pictures we couldn't believe it was
actually our shy little Mike but we both knew we wanted a piece of his
ass."

"Well, c'mon in guys. Mike, get our guests a beer."

I'd been frozen since I opened the door. This was probably the worst thing
that could have happened, yet I was the only one who seemed to think
so. Quentin brushed past me and the others followed him to the living room,
leaving me standing in front of the open door. A noise in the hall
downstairs brought me back to reality and I quickly closed the door and
joined our 'guests', stopping in the kitchen for the beer.

When I got to the living room, Marc and Gary were on the couch. Quentin had
taken the chair. I knelt on the floor opposite the couch, my knees slightly
spread apart, sitting back on my heels. Though I was feeling very
self-conscious, I kept my hands away from my crotch. Quentin had chosen
this position, saying it would give the best view of my body.

Marc and Gary were talking to Quentin so I sipped my beer and looked them
over. They were checking me out at the same time. They were both around 40,
just over six feet tall and in great shape. Marc had a receding hairline
and kept his black hair buzzed. Gary had slightly longer dark blond
hair. They'd both always been very nice to me at the meetings. Neither had
ever come on to me. In fact, I had no idea that they fooled around with
other guys. I'd assumed they were monogamous.

Quentin had explained to me that he was asking all of our visiting members
to speak only to him and not directly to me. Since I was so shy and he knew
that I was feeling awkward about all of this, he thought it might make it
easier to detach myself from the situation if I wasn't put on the spot by
the guests. It made sense when he said it but now that two guys I actually
knew were here it seemed odd, almost humiliating. They were there for my
body, but that was all I was good for. I wasn't worth speaking to. Finally,
Quentin suggested we all go into the bedroom. While the guys were
undressing, Quentin made suggestions as to how it would go.

"I'll fuck him first to open him up for you guys. He likes it that way and
so do I. Don't worry, my little dick won't loosen him up too much. You'll
both still get a tight ride."

It felt weird to hear Quentin talk like that to guys I knew but at the same
time I knew what he was saying was right. I watched as the guys
stripped. They obviously spent a lot of time at the gym. Marc had a big,
slightly hairy chest with prominent nipples. Gary was built a little
smaller and was smooth, but very defined. What impressed me the most about
them was what was a bit lower. They hadn't been lying about being
well-hung. While they weren't quite fully hard, they each looked to be at
least as long as Griff. Marc's was thicker, but even Gary's was pretty wide
across.

I got into my usual place across the bed and Quentin stood between my
legs. He lifted my legs up and then pushed them back over my head. Marc and
Gary stood on either side of my head and each took a leg. They spread them
apart as they leaned over the bed to look at my exposed pucker.

"Mmmm, will you look at that tiny little pink hole, Gar. Hard to believe
you could even fit a little finger in there."

"It sure is a beautiful sight, Marc. But it's gonna be accommodating a lot
more than a little finger tonight." Gary gripped his dripping tool right
next to my head.

Since the two of them were spreading me apart, Quentin backed up a bit and
bent over until his face was between my cheeks. He licked up and down my
spread crack, pushing his tongue slightly as it passed over my hole. He
then circled my pucker a few times, zeroing in on the target. As he began
pointing his tongue into my hole, Marc and Gary turned their hips toward my
head so that their two huge rods were hanging over my face. I took turns
licking their heads.

Quentin straightened up and positioned his dick at my loosened pucker. He
hadn't put any lube on it but he'd relaxed my hole quite a bit and had left
a lot of saliva on it. He slowly pushed in, very gradually burying himself
in me in one long slow thrust. When he was all the way in he looked down at
my face and smiled at me. He must have liked what he saw because he picked
up the camera and took a couple of pictures. I lifted my head up a bit so I
was facing the camera, with a large hardon at each corner of my mouth.

Then Quentin began to fuck in earnest, He knew our guests were waiting
their turn so he didn't waste any time. This night wasn't about him. It
wasn't about me either, or at least it wasn't about my pleasure, but I
hoped to enjoy it as much as I could. In less than five minutes I sensed
Quentin's whole body stiffen up and he thrust deep into me and began
pulsing as his semen shot into me. He pulled out and looked at Marc and
Gary, eyebrows raised.

"Next?"

Marc nodded for Gary to take his turn so he moved into position. Quentin
handed him the lube, picked up the camera and stepped back. Gary put his
dick against my hole and looked into my eyes and smiled.

"Damn, you're beautiful, Mike." It was the first words either one of them
had spoken to me since they arrived. He sharply thrust his hips forward and
his head popped through my ring. I felt a brief stab of pain but it quickly
faded. He pushed on into me and I felt the stretching as his wide shaft
opened me up. Once he was in I felt comfortably full. Our eyes had remained
locked the whole time and I was so intent on the physical sensations that I
was hardly aware of Quentin taking pictures.

As Gary started fucking, Marc moved behind my head and pulled it back a
little so that his long thick dong was reaching from my forehead down over
my nose to my lips. I opened my mouth and tipped my head back further and
he slid it in. He put a hand on either side of my chest to balance himself
and gently started fucking my mouth, pushing further in with each thrust. I
was sure he'd never get that huge thing into my throat but he was so gentle
and gradual that aside from a little gagging and choking, I didn't have a
problem. By the time he was all the way in, Gary was fucking up a storm at
the other end. Quentin was busy snapping pictures of it all.

After Gary had shot his load deep inside me the two of them swapped
places. Marc was thicker than Gary so he stretched me even more as he
entered me. After having him down my throat I didn't have a problem with
Gary, especially since he was no longer totally hard. Since Marc had been
so gentle with my mouth his rough fucking technique surprised me. Once he
was in, he started plowing my ass with a vengeance. If I hadn't already
been fucked twice it might have been an unpleasant experience. As it was
I'd been well-primed and I got into the power fuck. He got pretty vocal as
well, calling me all sorts of degrading names. Gary pulled out of my mouth
and bent down to whisper in my ear.

"He doesn't mean it, Mike. He calls me the same names in bed. He just gets
off on it."

Gary went back to fucking my throat as Marc finished up with one last
violent thrust into my ass. Gary pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself
twice before shooting his second load all over my face. Marc leaned forward
and licked every drop of it off me.

"Damn, that was hot, guys. I wish I could have taken a picture of that but
no faces, except Mike, of course. I got plenty of good shots of Mike
skewered on your two thick poles, though. Thanks, guys."

"No, thank you, Quentin. That was an incredible experience."

Quentin, Marc and Gary all got dressed while I lay on the bed and
watched. The guys declined Quentin's offer of another beer so I got up to
walk them to the door. Just before I opened it, they each bent down and
kissed me on the cheek.

"You were wonderful, Mike. Thank you."

"Yeah, Gary and I had a great time." Marc looked at me, smiled and shook
his head. "Who knew?"

After they left Quentin and I sat in the living room and had another beer,
He was so excited he was could hardly sit still.

"You were fantastic, Mikey. If you handle all of our members like that,
this is gonna be a great business."

Business. Deep down I knew that this was a business. After all, guys had to
pay to be members of the site. But my involvement was all about being naked
and getting fucked. Quentin hadn't ever even mentioned money to me so it
was hard for me to think of it as a business. To me it was all about doing
stuff with and for Quentin. But to him, it was a business.

To be continued...