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.
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Chapter One
I blame it all on Quentin. It's all his fault. He corrupted me. When I met him I was a sweet, innocent kid. Not exactly a virgin, but close. And look at me now.
When I met Quentin, I was 19 years old. I had just moved into my first apartment. My parents had recently divorced and I had been given the choice of moving in with my mother and sister or striking out on my own. I had just started coming out so I really wanted my own place. My boyfriend, John, and I talked about looking for a place together, but before we even got started, we'd broken up. So much for everlasting love.
I was working at a low-paying job while going to county college at night so I couldn't afford much, which is how I ended up in a tenement in a not-so-nice neighborhood. It was a fairly small town so even the bad neighborhood wasn't really bad, but it still was a far cry from the pristine suburb I had grown up in. The place was cozy and tolerable once I cleaned it up. There was a travel agency on the first floor of the building, two small apartments on the second floor, one large apartment on the third floor and my small place on the fourth. With its sloped ceilings I think it was originally an attic. A black couple and a Hispanic couple lived on the second floor. There was a black family with three kids in the big apartment directly under me. I guess I was the token white tenant.
I didn't know very many gay people and I was too young to get into bars, but John had introduced me to the Alliance, a local gay organization. I was terribly shy but I found that by volunteering to help set up and clean up I had an excuse to not have to stand around socializing, which I wasn't very good at.
About a month after I moved into the apartment, I stopped at the convenience store about a block away for milk. There was a cute little black guy behind the counter. He looked familiar and he gave me a big smile when I set my milk down.
"Hey, you're from the Alliance, right? I saw you there a couple of weeks ago."
I was surprised he recognized me. Not that I was altogether bland-looking. At 5'8" and 140 pounds, with blond hair, blues eyes and a slim build I was often told I was cute, but there was nothing exceptional looking about me, and being very quiet I tended to blend into the background in most crowds.
"Yeah, I've been going there for a month or so. Are you a member?"
"No, but I drop in now and then to check out the new meat. I'm Quentin, by the way."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Mike."
There was no one else in the store so we chatted for a few minutes. Rather, he chatted and asked questions and I listened and answered his questions. I explained that I'd just moved into the neighborhood. He was familiar with the building I lived in and warned me about the bar next door.
"A pretty rough crowd hangs out there so you should probably avoid it."
"No problem. I'm not old enough to get served so I wouldn't be going there anyway."
Just then a middle-aged woman stepped up with an armload of junk food so I used that as an excuse to leave.
"Maybe I'll see you at the Alliance next week, Quentin."
"Maybe, but since you're right down the street I'm sure I'll see you around soon in any case."
The next Monday evening I was studying when there was a knock at the door. At first I thought it must have been downstairs since I never had visitors. My parents had each been over to see the apartment once, but after climbing the four flights of stairs they'd both told me that they wouldn't be making a habit of coming by. The knocking started up again and I knew that it was my door.
I opened the door and Quentin was standing there, a big smile on his face and a six-pack of beer in his right hand.
"Welcome to the neighborhood, Mike. I brought some beer since you said you weren't old enough to buy any."
"You don't look old enough either."
"I'm not but I've got fake ID." He smiled, handed me the beer and walked in past me. I closed the door and followed him down the hall to the living room. He sprawled on the couch and reached out a hand.
"Gimme a beer." He looked around and saw my books. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"No, I was just doing some studying."
I handed him a bottle and took one for myself. I took the rest into the kitchen and put them in the refrigerator. When I got back I picked up my books and sat in the one chair in the room. We talked for a while and drank our beer. Again, he talked and I listened. Actually, I wasn't paying so much attention to what he was saying as I was to checking out his body. He was a very cute little guy, probably only about 5'6" and slim like me. He had very dark skin and somewhat delicate facial features. I had only been with a few guys and they were all white. Growing up in the suburbs, I hadn't had much contact with black kids and hadn't thought about black guys when I fantasized about sex. He was a little hottie, though. His eyes were so dark and intense. They seemed to look right through me. He was very confident, almost to the point of being cocky. It was an attitude that seemed to suit him.
He finished his beer and held the bottle up.
"Hey, I'm running dry here, Mike. How about another?"
I got up, took his empty and went to the kitchen for two more. I handed him a bottle and turned to my chair.
"Before you sit down, how about taking your clothes off?"
I whirled around and stared at him. "Wha-a-a?"
"Take your clothes off, man. You look like you've got a nice body. I want to see it."
I just stood there in shock. He wasn't exactly demanding or rude about it, just very casual and direct, like getting naked was a perfectly normal thing to do with someone you've just met.
"Tell you what. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
He stood up and kicked off his sneakers, then pulled his tee shirt off over his head. He had rich smooth brown skin and large dark nipples standing out on his chest. While very small and slim, he had great muscle definition, with nice pecs and well-defined six-pack abs. He unfastened his pants and as they dropped I saw he wasn't wearing underwear. He stepped out of his jeans as I checked out his package. His dick was even darker than the rest of him and was half hard. It looked longer than mine but was pretty thin.
"Well? Your turn, Mike."
I had boned up as soon as he started to strip and was feeling very horny, but very self-conscious as well. John and I hadn't had sex until our fourth date. I wasn't sure this was heading toward sex but it sure wasn't a date either. I was still wondering what was going on when I realized I was unconsciously taking my clothes off. Quentin just stood there grinning at me. When I finished he asked me to turn around. Without thinking, I did as he requested.
"Very nice. You've got a hot little body. I think you and I are gonna have a lot of fun."
"Uh, I'm not sure about this, Quentin. I mean, you seem like a nice guy and you're pretty hot yourself, but I'm not into casual sex."
"You think too much, Mikey. Your little head seems to be enjoying himself." He nodded at my raging hardon. "Just relax and do whatever you want. If you lose your hang-ups you'll probably find out that you're into lots of things you didn't realize. Just sit down and enjoy your beer."
I sat down and took a swig from my bottle but Quentin remained standing, looking down at me, smiling and nodding his head. He stepped over in front of me and took his cock in his hand, pointing it at me.
"Kiss it." I looked up at him as if he were crazy. "Go ahead. You know you want to. I don't mind." He stepped even closer so his dick was just inches from my face.
I stared at that slim black rod pointing right at me. His balls looked smaller than mine and their sack was hairless. I reached out and ran my fingers down his shaft, then held his balls in my hand. Maybe because he had put the idea in my head, I had the sudden urge to kiss his dick and I did. As soon as my lips touched his swollen purplish head, I knew I was really into this. I began licking it and took the head in my mouth. I went down on him until half his dick was filling my mouth. I started to gag and pulled back a bit. Quentin put a hand on either side of my head and pulled me back onto his cock. He started lightly pumping into my mouth, pushing just a little further in each time. I gagged a couple of times but started getting used to it. After a couple of minutes he pulled out. I looked up at him.
"You've got a great mouth, Mikey, but I don't want to blow my load into it. What I really want is a piece of that cute little white ass of yours."
"No, I don't think so, Quentin. I've only done that once and I didn't like it."
"Well, the guy must have been doing something wrong, then. I know you're gonna love it when I fuck you."
John had fucked me once. We'd tried it several times but it always hurt too much. Finally, one night he got his short fat dick into me. It was very painful but I wouldn't let him take it out. He was in and I wanted to experience the whole thing. We waited until the pain faded and then he fucked me. He was gentle about it but it never did feel good. I felt very full, very stretched and very uncomfortable. I'd always heard how great it was having your prostate massaged but either I didn't have one or he didn't hit it. At any rate, John finally came inside me and it was over. I'd done it but I wasn't anxious to try it again.
"C'mon, babe, I brought some lube. Let's go."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up out of the chair. I couldn't figure out why I was letting him get away with this. He kept shocking me with his suggestions and as much as I wanted to object, I just followed along. He pulled a tube from his jeans pocket and got me down on all fours in the middle of the room. He knelt in front of me and stuck his rod back into my mouth while he leaned over me and played with my ass. I felt his fingers running up and down my crack and shivered as the tips brushed my pucker. I felt the cold of the lube as he applied it to my hole and then felt a finger slide in. He finger fucked my ass while he humped my face.
When he felt my hole was ready he pulled out of my mouth and moved around behind me, positioning his pole at my slightly loosened anus. He pushed in and as the head popped thorough my ring I felt that familiar stab of pain. He waited a few seconds and the pain subsided. It actually didn't feel too bad. His dick wasn't much thicker than two fingers so I didn't feel that intense full sensation. He slid all the way in and stayed buried in me for a minute, sort of rotating his hips, grinding them into my butt, loosening my hole further. Then he grabbed my hips with both hands and began thrusting roughly into me, fucking me hard. He pulled back on my hips as he thrust into me.
And then I felt it. A sharp jolt of pleasure deep inside. My prostate. I did have one. He must have noticed my reaction because after that he hit my magic button with almost every thrust. He kept ramming into me harder and harder. My dick was hard as steel and dripping with precum. I felt my balls draw up and without even touching myself began to shoot all over the floor under me. He plunged even deeper into me and gasped as my ring tightened around his dick. With one final thrust he buried himself in me and I felt his cock pulse in my hole as he shot his load deep within me. He fell onto my back and I collapsed on the floor.
After a minute he pulled off and out of me and stood up. I rolled over onto my side, feeling very dazed. He picked up his beer bottle from the table and drained it.
"Damn, that was good! I really needed that." He looked down at me and smiled. "The beer and the ass. Fuck! Look at the time. I'm meeting my roommate Griff at the movies. I've gotta get moving."
I was too exhausted to move and just lay there as Quentin put his clothes back on. When he was dressed he took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He put an arm around my waist and walked me down the hall to the door. It felt a little weird, with him fully dressed and me naked. When we got to the door he opened it and I thought maybe he'd kiss me good-bye, but instead he turned me around and took a long look at my ass. He gave it a hard slap that stung. If any of my neighbors had been coming up the stairs I was sure they would have heard it.
"Great ass, Mikey. You and I are gonna have lots of fun. See you next week, same time."
He turned and went down the stairs, leaving me standing naked in the open doorway, wondering what had just happened. I'd loved the sex, but it was all so unlike me. I didn't trick, I didn't get fucked, yet I had just done both. And what was with Quentin? He'd dropped in, had some beer, fucked me and then gone on with his business. And he was obviously planning to come back again. I made up my mind that next week we'd talk. He seemed like a nice guy, if a little strange. He was hot and the sex was good. Maybe something would come of this. Maybe he'd be my next boyfriend.
To be continued...