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 Five
I went to my mother's for dinner on Saturday and that was my big outing for the weekend. It's funny, I was having more sex than I ever dreamed of, but I still had no social life. Maybe things would pick up with Quentin. We hadn't been out on a date yet but he was obviously still interested in me in some capacity so maybe it would grow to something more.
Monday night I was naked as always when he arrived. I could tell he was in a foul mood as soon as he walked in. While he was usually pretty abrupt and demanding, he was also quite friendly and always had a smile when he first saw my naked body in the doorway. This night he just walked right past me, grabbed a beer from the fridge and continued on into the living room. I got a beer and followed him.
He was standing staring out the window so I sat in the chair and waited. He didn't say anything for the longest time, just stood there looking out, guzzling his beer. He finally turned toward me and set down his bottle.
'Okay, might as well get down to business. Let's go."
He headed into the bedroom and I followed. He started undressing so I lay down on the bed and watched him. When he was naked he looked at me.
"Roll over. I want you face down."
I did as he requested and waited. I didn't have long to wait. He climbed onto the bed behind me and applied some lube to my hole. With no fingering or any other kind of foreplay, he got down to it. I felt his head pressed to my hole and he gave a sharp shove, poking through my ring. Even as small as he was, it hurt a bit at first. He didn't give me any time to get used to it but continued to sink into me. When he hit bottom, he pulled back and immediately started fucking.
If his actions so far hadn't told me he was in a bad mood, his fucking would have. He was very mechanical, thrusting in and out at a steady pace, but he didn't seem to be paying attention to what he was doing. Usually he hit my prostate on every thrust. This time he almost never hit it. I wasn't getting anything out of it and it seemed like he wasn't either. He kept fucking and fucking. I was bored and my hole was getting sore. Finally, I tried clenching my ring in rhythm to his strokes, like I was jerking him off with my ass. That seemed to do something for him and in just a few minutes his breathing got rapid and I felt him shoot into me. He had no more than finished when he pulled out and rolled over.
"How about another beer?"
I got up to do as he asked and stopped in the bathroom for a minute. Usually the way he fucked me made me cum without even touching myself. I hadn't even been hard through most of this one. I cleaned up and went into the kitchen, grabbing a beer for each of us and then went back into the bedroom. Quentin was dressed and sitting in the chair by my desk so I lay down on the bed. He drank his beer in silence. His mood was really getting to me, especially since I had a special request to make and I was hesitant to speak up. I took a swig of my beer and gathered up my courage.
"Would you mind if we skipped next Monday, Quentin? I've got final exams next week and I really need to study."
"Study, huh?" He gave me a long hard look. "Okay, no problem. I don't want you to fuck up in school. But I don't want to go two weeks without gettin' some either. I'll come over this Friday instead."
"Friday?" I panicked. I had no idea how to get in touch with Griff. "Uh, I think I have plans on Friday. Maybe sometime over the weekend would be better."
Quentin sighed. "Look, Mike, I think I've been pretty good about not using up too much of your time. I'm trying to stay out of your way as far as school goes and I've only asked you to skip one Alliance meeting. But I'm coming over on Friday."
He drained the last bit of beer from the bottle and got up to leave. He stopped when he got to the doorway and turned.
"Don't worry, I've talked to Griff. He won't be here."
He turned and left. He knew! At least, it sounded like he did. Was that why he was in such a bad mood? But if he was pissed about Griff coming over here on his own, why was he coming back so soon? Maybe he just wanted to make sure Griff stayed away. I guess I'd find out on Friday. Maybe Quentin would be in a better mood.
Between work, school and the Alliance, I didn't have much time to brood over it during the week, although it did bother me. Friday finally arrived. Quentin seemed to be his old self when he got to the apartment. He was carrying a large envelope, which he dropped on the coffee table as I handed him a beer. It was like old times, although he did seem a little distant and preoccupied once or twice. At least the sex was like old times. He was paying much more attention to what he was doing and I enjoyed it much more. He had me lie on my back with my ankles over his shoulders as he fucked me, staring down into my eyes the whole time. I always thought it would be nice if he'd lean in and kiss me when we were in that position, but it never happened. Maybe someday. This time his prostate massage worked and I shot my load before he did.
Afterward, we went into the living room for another beer, both of us naked. Things seemed to be back to normal. Quentin picked up the envelope he had brought with him and pulled out a CD.
"Pussyboy Mike. So you're not only a slut but a porn star now." I gasped in horror as I realized that was Griff's CD he was holding.
"Quentin, I can explain. I didn't know what they were doing."
"Spare me, Mike. I watched the whole thing. It was pretty obvious what they were doing. They were fucking you. And you were loving it."
"I meant that I didn't realize what was going to happen. I didn't plan it. It just sort of happened. It was Griff's idea."
"Yeah, he told me all about it. He left the CD in the computer and I noticed it when I was waiting for him last Friday. Turns out he was here fucking you at the time. Kinda ironic."
"Are you mad?" I hated that he might be upset with me. I guess that's why he was in the mood he was in on Monday, but he seemed better now.
"Mad? Well, I was kind of surprised. I didn't realize what a pig you were. I thought you only got fucked by guys you knew. You sure fooled me."
"I wasn't trying to fool you. And I'm not a pig, Quentin. You were only the second guy who fucked me."
"Well, you're sure making up for lost time. Let's just say you didn't used to be a pig. Anyway, I was kind of thrown by this for a bit, but after I talked it over with Griff, I got an idea of how I might make this work for me." He pulled a piece of paper from the envelope. "I want you to sign this for me."
"Sign it? What is it?"
"It's not exactly a legal document or anything, Mike. It's just a little agreement I wrote up, giving me the right to use this video and those pictures I took of you last week any way I like."
"You can't show them to anybody. Please, Quentin. I don't want anyone to see me like that. Just you, please." I was begging but the idea of anyone I knew seeing me like that horrified me.
"You know, I don't need you to sign this. I can do whatever I want with this stuff anyway. But I want everything to be out in the open between us and I want you to trust me, Mike. I'm still thinking this idea through but I'll be discreet, don't worry."
"What are you gonna do with them?"
"When I get it all worked out I'll tell you. There's no reason for you to worry, though. Right now all you should be thinking about is your exams next week. I'll take care of this."
"I can trust you?" I wanted to believe that I could. I liked Quentin and thought that he liked me but maybe just couldn't admit it. If he was mad because I let the others fuck me then maybe that would be an indication of jealousy, not normally a good thing, but at least it might mean he felt something for me. But he seemed okay with the other guys fucking me. So maybe he didn't feel anything for me, but I still couldn't see any reason why he would hurt me.
"Yes, Mike, you can trust me. I think you'll like this idea of mine."
So I signed his paper. I realized he was right, that it didn't make any difference one way or another. He had the CD and the pictures. He could do anything he wanted with them. At least he was telling me that he was going to do something and he would let me know what it was. He wasn't trying to do anything behind my back.
I buried myself in studying for the next several days. I got pretty good grades in school but I had to apply myself. I even skipped the Alliance meeting on Wednesday. By the time I finished my last exam Thursday night I was ready for something completely different. I was looking forward to an evening is bed with Quentin as the perfect way to unwind.
Friday night Quentin was alone again and everything was pretty much the same as always. We had our initial beer and talked a bit, then went into the bedroom to fuck. Afterwards, he had me get a couple more beers and bring them back to the bedroom. He was still naked but was sitting at my desk.
"I want you to take a look at this, Mikey."
He typed something on my keyboard and hit enter. A picture of me filled the screen. It was one with me on my hands and knees, my ass to the camera, looking back over my shoulder with an angelic look on my face. There was a large red star plastered over my pucker, blocking it from sight. The picture was beautiful but what horrified me was the large banner at the top of the screen. 'Welcome to Pussyboy Mike's Hungry Hole'.
"No! You promised me you wouldn't show anyone."
"Calm down, Mikey. I never promised you that. I did say that I'd be discreet. See that red star? Let me show you the whole thing and then we'll talk."
I was beside myself but Quentin made me sit on the corner of the bed and watch as he took me through the site. At the bottom of the screen were two options, Members' Entrance and Free Tour. He clicked on the tour. There were four screens, each of which had different kinds of pictures of me. All of them had the red star blocking my dick, balls and hole. The last screen had shots of me sucking Quentin and getting fucked by him, but you couldn't see the points of contact. I was shaking by the time he got to the screen where you could sign up and pay to become a member.
"You call that discreet? My naked body is plastered all over the Internet."
"No one can see the real stuff without paying, and most people don't pay to get into these sites. And it's not like I'm gonna be advertising this in the local paper. Chances are no one who knows you will ever see it."
"Chances are? I don't want to take any chance."
"Well, you don't have anything to say about that so there's no point in your worrying. Take a look at the member's section. I really like the way it turned out." He typed in a user name and password and a screen full of pictures without red stars popped up. There was a brief description of me, most of it made up since Quentin didn't have to many facts to work with. He had a few galleries of still pictures and a couple of short videos.
"I've broken Griff's video up into lots of short segments so I can post new ones now and then."
Each new screen was worse than the one before but I was starting to get numb to it all.
"But how did you do all this? Are you into computer stuff?"
"No, but Jorge is a whiz at this kind of thing. When the money starts rolling in I'm gonna pay him for his work, but in the meantime I've given the guys free memberships to the site. And they're coming over on Monday so we can take some new action shots. This is gonna be so much fun, Mikey. I know you'll love it once you get used to the idea."
"Love it? Fun? This is going to be humilating. You're ruining my life."
Quentin smiled and shook his head. "Mikey, from what you've told me you don't have much of a life to ruin. This could make it a lot better. The only guys who are gonna be looking at this are guys into porn and sex. Just your type."
"But this will destroy my reputation."
"You don't have a reputation. You said you always try to blend in whenever you go out so nobody notices you. Now you're gonna be noticed. Now you'll stand out. You're gonna be a star!"
Quentin had another beer and talked on and on about how great it was all going to be, how much money there could be in something like this. I wasn't listening. All I could think about was how I'd fucked up. I really wanted him to like me. I had started thinking of him as a boyfriend, although we hadn't done anything together except have sex. But he was spending a lot of time with me, being physically intimate with me. He'd brought Griff into it but only allowed me to use my mouth on him. Even Griff had said that Quentin wanted my ass for himself. I know that's not much of a romantic concept, but it was something. Now that I'd been fucked by all of the guys I'd ruined that. Now he thought of me in terms of sex even more than ever, and he wasn't at all possessive any more. At least he still wanted me for something and was still going to be spending time with me. Maybe if I did everything he asked I could please him enough to make him like me more. Maybe I could get back to where we were and then build on that. Maybe.
To be continued...