Date: Sat, 05 Apr 2025 07:50:42 +0000 From: thebazer Subject: QT QT - a story by thebazer The first time I saw Quentin was one school day morning. I was lying in bed watching the breakfast news on BBC1 when I saw a boy with longish hair walk past the house on the pathway between the front garden and the road. I leapt out of bed and rushed to the window. He was absolutely gorgeous. I guessed him to be about 12 years old. It turns out I was probably right because a few days later I was at the bus stop around the corner from my house and Quentin arrived and plopped himself on the bench. He took his phone out and I guess he must've looked at the bus timetable app because looked up and smiled and said "three minutes till next one" . "Oh great -- thanks" I didn't want to look away and felt I couldn't carry on looking at his beautiful face without saying something. He was in his school uniform so I decided I'd ask him what year he was in. "Seven" he said, giving me another terrific smile. He then went back to fiddling with his phone. Let me tell you a bit about him now. For starters his name wasn't Quentin (well it could've been but probably not) I decided I'd call him Quentin Tarantino, not because of anything movie related but because the initials would give QT as in "cutie" because he had to be the cutest boy I'd ever ever set eyes on. His hair was quite long and was dark blonde, almost light brown, straight mostly with a fringe that went over his left eye. His mouth was bow shaped, nose not big nor small and his skin had a gorgeous bloom about it with ever so lightly pinkish cheeks. He was just stunning. I think I was staring because when the bus pulled up I had to rummage for my card and I'm usually ready. He stood back to let me on first. Not all kids these days are bereft of manners then. I'd rather he went first so I could look at him. I went and sat towards the back. He gave a small wavelike gesture and went to sit upstairs. I couldn't stop thinking about him and decided I would keep an eye out for him from now on. Amazingly I saw him quite a few times over the coming weeks because he obviously always used my road as part of his normal route. Once I was working in the garden when I spied him coming to go past. He was engrossed with his phone. I decided I'd say hello, wondering if he'd remember me from the bus stop. If he did he showed no sign because he barely looked up when he grunted in reply. Ah well, I guess I didn't make the same impression on him as he did on me! A few days later, while again cutting back brambles he passed again, on his way home I guess after a day at school. I stopped working when he was 10 foot away and looked at him. "No phone today" I said. He didn't say anything but I did get a fantastic smile as he continued walking. Now I was desperately thinking of how I could get to see more of him. Many years ago one of the boys in my village, David, and I became friends. We'd met while out riding our mountain bikes. It turned out he was very posh and their cleaner lived next door to me! Anyway, we had quite a few marathon bike rides together over the following months. We chatted a lot and I discovered he liked gardening and was frustrated because his perfectionist dad would only let him do weeding. What an opportunity. I asked he'd be willing to work in my garden and that I'd pay him of course. I wasn't sure inviting a 13 year old boy to my home was wise but as I hadn't done anything dodgy and didn't plan to So I thought to hell with it. David was delighted and started coming regularly. He was such a hard worker and clearly loved gardening. The closest I did get to pushing my luck was when we cut the hedge. It was his suggestion that he get on my shoulders with the hedge cutter so we could cut it down to about 6 feet high. It worked quite well although I got branches poking me when he insisted I get closer. He was on my shoulders so I had to hold him by his legs to keep him stable. I'll be honest here - I knew I was a boy lover but although David was extremely good looking I didn't want to spoil our friendship so I firmly blocked out any plans to seduce him. Holding his bare legs however was quite a trial. David and I are friends to this day and he is now 40. Back to QT. I got to thinking, I wonder if QT might enjoy earning some cash by helping me out with my garden. I decided I'd put it to him the next time I saw him. It was a Wednesday afternoon and there he was coming down the road. Again no phone -- great. "Hi" "Hello" he replied a bit nervously. I guess he shouldn't really be talking to strangers. "Do you maybe want to earn some pocket money? I really could do with some help in the garden". I was so scared he was going to rush off home to get his dad to come and beat the perv up but he stopped and looked at me while a small knowing smile developed on his gorgeous face. "Only gardening?" God! He was onto me! "Yes I blurted - I'll give you 10 quid an hour" worth every penny just to get to chat to him and see him. "And as beautiful as you are I promise not to rape you" I decided I'd best let him know I knew what people thought and what he was probably thinking. "That's fine then because I'm definitely not gay even though some of the boys at school tease me because of my hair" "They're probably just jealous, your hair is lovely" "Saying things like that means you're gay? He asked. "We'll not really, but that's complicated" I said. Well it's true, I wasn't gay. The idea of sex with men makes me feel ill. However 12 year old boys is a different thing altogether. But I wasn't going to tell him that. Not yet anyway. "OK - 10 quid an hour -- deal" "Fantastic when can you start?" "Today if you want, let me go home and change, I'll be back in half an hour" Exactly half an hour later he was back. Wearing a t shirt and shorts! I hadn't even thought about the possibility of him wearing shorts so when I obviously stared open mouthed at his lovely smooth hairless legs he got that knowing grin on his face. "So you are gay then " he stated. "I'm not, I promise" "Didn't you say you weren't really gay so therefore you aren't totally not gay either? Don't panic, I don't mind if you are -- really - just as long as you pay me. For the gardening I mean!" And he laughed heartily at his innuendo. "OK - I'm not strictly gay as in I don't like men but I do think boys are nice to look at but don't worry - I've never touched anyone underage so I promise you are safe" "So? Where do I start?" I showed him the weeds and brambles that needed removing and gave him a pair of gloves and the cutters and a bag. I decided I'd better not make him uncomfortable so left him to it and went inside telling him to bang on the door if he needed anything. About 90 minutes later he did bang on door to say he had to go home for his supper. He'd done a great job so I fished out my wallet and gave him a twenty telling him he could owe me half an hour. "I can come again on Saturday afternoon and do lots more if you want?" "Excellent! What's your name by the way? No, don't tell me. I decided when I first saw you that your name was Quentin. Can I call you that?" "Spose. See you Saturday about 2 then" Saturday was such a long time coming. At just before 2 pm he banged on the door; he had the same clothes on as before. There was still at least 3 hours of weeds left to eradicate so I got him to continue saying he should bang on the door when he needed a break and a drink. I anxiously awaited his knock and when it came I asked if Ribena would do. "I love Ribena, thanks." I turned to go back to the kitchen and he followed. "Um maybe you'd better wait outside" "Why can't I come in?" " boys shouldn't really go into strange men's house should they?" "I guess you don't trust yourself hey?" "Whatever do you mean" "You did say you like boys. Don't worry I can handle myself" and he pushed past me and went into the sitting room and plonked himself on a comfy leather armchair. I got his drink and gave it to him. He swallowed it in 3 seconds flat. "That was super thanks" "You're welcome. Can I get you anything else?" "Tell me more about you liking boys? Are you a pedo?" "I hate that word and no I'm not a pedo. Anyway you'd be safe with a pedo because pedos only like kids well under 10 I think" "So you don't like them under 10? What age do you like?" "Look, it really isn't any of your business what I like and I really should even be talking about this to a 12 year old" "Maybe you like 12 year old boys. I don't mind honestly, I've got an older brother and he's told me all about sex stuff" "I doubt he's discussed boys and men" "Actually he has. He told me that an old guy gave him a blow job once" "You're joking surely " "No. He said it was brilliant and so what if it was a man's mouth doing the business. He said he closed his eyes and imagined it was a hot bird doing it" "Oh wow, lucky guy" "Who? My brother or the old guy? "Both I guess" "I reckon you'd like to give me head. Yes?" "I think you'd better go now. Thanks so much for the gardening" I went to get my wallet out when he got up and put his hand on mine that was reaching for my pocket and stared into my eyes. "If you blow me I promise I won't tell anyone and also I'll let you off paying for the gardening " "You're serious aren't you?" "Very. Please?" I couldn't talk so just nodded whereupon QT stepped away from me and reached for his shorts top button and then slowly unzipped. He let his shorts drop to the floor and stepped out of them. He then hooked his thumbs onto his pants waistband and pushed them down. I went to him and reached to take his t shirt off over his head. He was standing there just wearing his socks and trainers. What a beautiful sight. His 4 inch dick was pointing straight up. His foreskin was ever so slightly retracted so I could see a half inch diameter on his purlpy glans. I gently nudged him to lie on his back on the 3 seater sofa and I got on it next to him and slowly moved my right hand onto his gorgeous penis. I started to gently wank him. He couldn't keep still, this obviously being the first time somebody other than himself had touched him there. I didn't pull his foreskin back because it was very tight. His little balls were moving about in their sac and while wanking QT I used my other hand to explore for any hairs. There were probably about a dozen very fine strands at the base of his penis. Twenty or so further strokes and he really began to writhe in ecstasy. "I'm going to cum" he almost shouted. With that he spurted a thin squirt of semen that hit his chest , followed by 4 gradually lesser spurts. He became very floppy and said "that was brilliant but weren't you going to suck it" "QT my darling I promise I will suck you but I thought a wank first would also be fun. Now, while you recover can I explore the rest of your gorgeous body?" "What do you mean?" "This" I said as I started to rove my hands to his nipples which where swollen and gorgeously enlarged with puberty I guess. I moved my head to start licking them. "Hey, that's gay stuff" he pushed my hand away. "Do what your bother says and close your eyes" I continued and he didn't object again until I tried to explore under his scrotum, hoping he'd let me play with his bum hole. This time he really did object "None of that! A bird wouldn't want to play with my arse so stop it!" "Anyway, I'm ready for my blow job" And he was. His dick had softened for a short time but it was now nail hard again. I took it between my thumb and index finger and lifted it perpendicular to his body while slowly moved my mouth over it. I took it all in in one move then began to swirl my tongue around it while moving up and down the shaft. Gradually his foreskin began to retract, a bit more on each downward stroke until his glans was totally free. What a fantastic sensation. Obviously for QT as well because he was thrashing about wildly, almost dislodging himself from me. He didn't say anything this time but I could tell when he was about to cum and when he did it was fantastic. Four spurts straight into my mouth, which I let dribble out onto his belly as I wasn't keen on swallowing. He lay back still now except for him panting. "That was so worth doing 2 hours gardening. I hope you need me to come and and do the back garden too? "For sure!" The following Saturday he was banging on the door. When I opened it he pushed past me and went into the sitting room. "Why do you call me QT?" I explained and he looked very pleased with himself. "So. Gardening first or do you want to pay me first?" "You know what QT, let's not bother with gardening" I'd hardly finished the last word and he was taking off his clothes. What a beautiful specimen of boyhood. I knew now that he wasn't doing me huge favours even though that's what he'd like to think. He obviously craved his cock being sucked and didn't really care that much that I wasn't a "hot bird". I didn't bother with a wank this time but got straight down to sucking him off. He didn't last as long this time, not having been wanked first but when he came it was much fiercer and more copious. After a while he reached for tissues and asked me to clean him up. While I was doing it asked him if he would let me kiss him, I said he should close his eyes and he wouldn't know I wasn't a girl. He told me that his imagination certainly want that good but I could try but must promise I'd stop if he said he found it gross. I moved slowly towards him and he closed his eyes. His lips and mouth were so very pretty that struggled to control my breathing as I got closer. Our lips gently touched and he kept his mouth firmly closed. I tried coaxing it open with my tongue but no joy. Still it was still wonderful. "Do you want to bum me?" "Are you offering?" "No ways!" He yelled "I was just wondering" "We'll to be honest I've only had sex with women before so not sure even how to go about bumming anyone never mind whether I'd like it or not" "My brother said the old guy bummed him" "Did he say whether he liked it or not?" "He said it hurt like hell but it was worth the 20 quid the bloke gave him. Joel, my brother, said he'd happily do it again but the old guy seemed to go off the idea" "Maybe the old guy didn't really like it in the end and was just trying it?" "Would you try it?" "Maybe, if the right boy wanted it" "What's a right boy? "He'd have to be incredibly gorgeous because of the risks involved" "Do you think I'm gorgeous?" "You are but you said you hated the idea" "Maybe I would if the right money was offered? "Serious?" "What'd you pay?" "What'd you want?" "Hundred" "Wow, not sure I can afford that" I easily could and would but I wasn't going to make it too easy for him. "OK fifty" "Deal!" "I'm quite worried that if your dick's too big it will really hurt. Promise me you'll stop if I tell you?" "I promise. Anyway my dick isn't that much bigger than yours, certainly not bigger than the average which I believe is 6 inches" "In the stories I've read on Nifty they always go on about using loads of spit and working on a hole to relax it before the guy puts his dick in. You'll have to do that". "I'll do whatever you tell me, you just say what's good or not or if you want me to stop". "On my front or what?" I stood up and motioned for him to folllw me to the bedroom. Once there I got a pillow and placed it on the middle of the bed. "Lie on your front with your middle on the pillow, that will lift your bum up for me to explore and get ready". What a sight! He'd got it perfect and even spread his legs a bit. I got between them and just stared" "We'll? What're you doing?" "Sorry". Although his legs were apart I wanted to see his slit or hole properly so I put my hands on each bum cheek and gently pulled them apart. His ballsack was hairless and the ridge of his perinium was a slightly darker colour that the skin either side. This ridge went up to the slit of his perfect hole. It was a slit rather than a hole and was just one centimetre long. I gently ran my forefinger over the area and then putting a thumb either side on his orifice I pulled at it. He was pretty tense so it didn't open more than about a millimetre. This was the moment to get it wet. I find watching a cute hole being rimmed exciting but I'm not sure I could ever put my own mouth on a bum hole, no matter how clean and beautiful it was. I hovered over him and dropped a large glob of my spit on target. My right index finger was there ready to explore. Rubbing up and down while dropping more and more spit onto him I slowly was able to get my finger into him. "Aah! That feels great but go slow!" "Just tell me if it's too much and I'll stop" is what I replied praying he wouldn't want me to stop! I was in up to my first knuckle. I removed it totally and with more and more spit I put it back slowly, then out again. I kept this up another four times before trying to push deeper. In, out, in, out; each time going a millimetre or so further in. QT was squirming a bit and groaning but not in pain. After a further 12 or so pushes my finger went past the second knuckle and then suddenly he shrieked and I stopped immediately. "Bloody hell!" "I reckon I found your prostate" I said. "I'm not sure I can cope with you touching it again, it's just too intense" "That's the point, it's supposed to be intense but don't worry I'll go real careful" He'd tensed up so much my finger was clamped by his hole but gradually he relaxed again and I very carefully started finger fucking him again. "We'll your finger didn't really hurt so how about you try putting your dick in?" I didn't need a second invitation so again generating lots of spit I coated my, stiffer than it's ever been, dick copiously. I kneeled between his legs and aimed my penis at paradise. "Are you ready?" "Just get on with it but go slow ok" As the tip of my dick touched the entrance I was certain I was going to come so I pulled back and took a few deep breaths and really concentrated hard on controlling myself. I got back in position and again the sensation was almost overwhelming but I gritted my teeth and pushed. Amazingly my dick started to enter QT's hole. All the stories you read go on about having to knock constantly before gaining access. Maybe my dick was smaller than those in the stories. I was 2 centimetres or so in when QT's right hand reached behind him and pushed me in an attempt to halt the intrusion "Stop! That really hurts" I stopped but didn't pull out. "Take deep breaths and try to relax " After a long minute he said "Ok I'm ready, try again " Instead of pushing in I pulled out a tiny bit, waited 10 seconds and then started pushing in again. QT was groaning but in between grunts he told me to keep going. Keep going I did. Millimetre by millimetre I went deeper and deeper until I couldn't go any more. I was all the way in! What an incredible situation to be in. I must've missed his prostate because he would've reacted much more vigorously if I'd hit it like with my finger. I just stayed fully imbedded for a minute before I started gently fucking the most beautiful boy I'd ever met. I knew I wouldn't last long. QT was writhing and groaning which didn't help my control and a further 4 thrusts had me coming what felt like gallons into his gorgeous bum. I flopped on top of him `spent' "That was the most fantastic thing ever " I said breathlessly. "For sure! It was ace! Thank you so much" "Thank me? Thank you, you fucking gorgeous creature!" I wanted to stay impaled on QT forever but my dick couldn't stay hard and I eventually removed it from QT. I rolled onto my back and lay next to him who had also rolled onto his back. We lay together in each others arms saying nothing for about 5 minutes. After a while QT spoke again " shall we do it again?" "You know what? I reckon let's leave it for now, it might not be as good so soon after" "You didn't really like it did you? You're not planning on doing it again are you? " he almost sobbed. "You've got to be kidding! That was the best experience of my life and yes I do want to do it again and if you come tomorrow I promise that's just what we'll do" The end Yes it's similar to my last story but it's my recurring fantasy - feedback appreciated!