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 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...