Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2017 01:29:10 +0000 From: Shaverboy Subject: Curiosity chapter 12 This story was written in 1999-2000, and I personally consider it one of the hottest of all time. But note that I am NOT its author. The author of this story went by the name Shaverboy (a.k.a. ShaverBoy or Shaver Boy). I've tried contacting him several times over the years, but sadly it seems like he is no longer reachable at the email addresses he gave with his stories. Unfortunately, this story was never submitted to Nifty, and it currently only exists in the dark depths of Usenet. (ASSGM specifically if you happen to remember that.) I'm scared that it could somehow vanish from there someday, so I'd like to see it have a more permanent home on Nifty, and I also think that it deserves a wider audience who might think it's as hot as I do. I re-read this story every three or four years, and I usually bust nearly as many loads as our reluctant protagonist does..! I'll post a chapter about once a week. (If you're in more of a hurry than that, you can dive into Usenet and try to dig up the rest yourself!) Shaverboy wrote two other long stories besides Curiosity: Terry's Lessons, which was written before Curiosity, and Doctor's Orders, which was written after Curiosity. Terry's Lessons and Curiosity generally have the same themes and styles, but Curiosity is a more evolved version of it with even hotter action and more diverse scenarios. Doctor's Orders takes things in a bit of a different direction but is still a good read. (And don't worry, there are a few doctor scenes in Curiosity too, if that's your fetish!) Terry's Lessons is also only on Usenet, but Doctor's Orders does in fact exist here on Nifty already. I truly do think that this is one of the "masterpieces" of gay erotica, and I hope you enjoy it is much as I have over the years! If for some reason you wish to correspond with me, the reposter, you can reach me at offeringservice26@hotmail.com but just remember that I am NOT the author. But Shaverboy, if you're still out there somewhere, I would love to hear from you! ********* CHAPTER 12 - PHOTO OP I got in my car and drove to the high school. My asshole felt gooey from the cum in it and there was a warm sensation inside I hadn't felt before. I shifted around in my seat, feeling slightly uncomfortable. I didn't know what it was but my dick seemed to be stimulated by it. I could feel it half-hard in my shorts. I just hoped it would go down before practice. I pulled into the parking lot, got my backpack and walked to the door to the locker room. The room was empty. I knew I was running late but didn't really care at that point. All I could think about was the pain and throbbing of my ass after having been fucked by Gary, Carlos and Ray. I knew the back of my shorts must be all sticky from the cum leaking out of my hole. Whatever that was that Gary had stuck in my ass to help the pain didn't seem to be working. But I did feel this tingling sensation, almost an itch inside. My dick refused to get all the way soft. I needed to clean up a little before changing and heading out to the pool. I dropped my backpack at my locker and headed to the restroom. After wiping myself up a little, I returned to my locker and started getting ready. I pulled off my tee shirt, shorts and jock. I was right, the shorts were a mess and there were cum stains all over my tee shirt. I stuck them in my locker. I had some sweats and another tee shirt in my locker that I could wear later so I stuck those in my backpack with my shoes and a pair of socks. I pulled my white Speedos out of the locker and pulled them on. They seemed tighter than usual. I checked the label. My initials were on the label in the back but I was sure that this was a size smaller than my suit. Then I noticed that the liner in the front of the suit had been removed. My dick bulged obscenely in the front, snaking over to the left, clearly outlined by the thin material. I knew that the moment it got wet, the white nylon would be almost transparent. The back clung so tightly to my butt that it climbed right up my crack. I was panicky. Was someone playing a joke on me or had the suits just gotten mixed up? But I was already late and had no time to do anything about it. I just hoped that my dick would behave better once I hit the water. Swimming would calm it down, I thought. And maybe I could hide inside a towel if I moved quickly enough. I got my towel out of my pack and wrapped it around my waist. Then I headed out to the pool. As the biggest high school in the county, we were fortunate to have an Olympic size indoor pool. The air in there on this summer day was warm and damp, reeking of chlorine even with all the glass doors open. The team was already swimming laps. Nick was standing by the pool and saw me come in. He motioned to me and I reluctantly walked over to him. I remembered his dick in my mouth and my ass. "Glad you decided to join us. What kept you?" Nick said, looking at the towel around my waist. "I had to stop at Gary's. He had something for me to bring you." "And probably get your ass fucked while you were there, right?" My reddening face gave me away. "I, uh he, um, well, it wasn't my idea." "You are a slut. Get in the pool." I dropped my towel and quickly dove into the water before anyone could see my semi hardon. I started swimming laps, feeling more relaxed as I worked my muscles in the water. Still, Nick's statement echoed in my mind. Why couldn't I seem to break the pattern of sex I'd gotten involved in? I just hoped that no one on the team found out about what had been happening. My dick still wouldn't shrink back to normal. And the more I thought about what had happened, the harder it got. After swimming the breaststroke (my specialty) a few lengths of the pool, I took a breather at the edge of the pool. I didn't want to get out and show myself. Pat Harding, a red headed senior, came up in the lane next to me. "Hey, man," he panted, hanging on to the edge, "How's your summer been going?" "Oh not bad," I lied, knowing that the summer had been a confusing, humiliating experience so far. "Nothing too exciting." "How are things going with Jennie? You two still getting it on?" I trembled at the thought of Jennie, who had last seen me getting two dicks shoved up my ass, cheering on the invasion of my stretched out hole. "We've gotten together a few times. I'm not sure how it's going." I couldn't very well tell him that she had kind of dumped me because she'd found me with a dick in my mouth and in my ass. "She can be kind of a bitch at times." That much I meant sincerely. "Well, I'm sure you'll find some other chick to get off with. I know how you get off on hot sex." "What do you mean?" I snapped, defensively. "You're as turned on to sex as I am." "Chill, dude! I didn't mean to set you off. What have you got a bee in your butt about?" I realized I'd over-reacted. "Sorry, I guess I'm a little edgy today." You would be too, I thought, if you'd been stripped and fucked and all the rest of the stuff that had happened to me in the last few days. "I guess so. Hey, some of the guys are going to get together and help shave each other tonight at the hotel. You game?" "Well, I just shaved down the other day." Or more accurately had been shaved -- completely! "Yeah, but you got some stubble growing back. I can see it on your chest. I bet your legs are stubbly too. Anyhow, we could use your help." "Well, OK, I'll try to make it." Actually I wanted to think of some way out of it. Given how my luck had run lately, I was a little afraid to get in that situation. Yet, these were my teammates and I should help out, I thought. Maybe it would be OK. "OK, dude, I better get a couple more laps in before the pictures." He pushed off and swam away. Pictures! Oh shit! How the hell was I going to pose for the team picture in this suit? And my dick still wouldn't get all the way soft. That warm itchy feeling in my ass wouldn't go away either. I could feel my cock swollen in my Speedos, stretching the thin material. I just needed to be sure to stand behind someone. I swam furiously, trying to wear myself down so that my dick would get over itself and return to normal. It just didn't seem to work. And that itchy feeling inside my ass just got worse. I wanted to stick my finger in to ease it. But I couldn't very well do that here. I heard the coach's whistle and swam to the side of the pool. I jumped out to grab my towel and use it as a shield until I could station myself behind some short sophomore or something. But it was gone. I guess someone had hung it somewhere out of the way. I tried to walk as quickly as possible to where the team was assembling and press into the middle where I wouldn't be noticed. But Pat saw me and moved up behind me as Nick and the photographer motioned to us to stand close together. "Hey, dude, you're kinda showin' down there you know," he whispered to me. "You been thinkin' about Jennie again?" "Yeah, I guess," I said nervously. "You know how it is." I saw a couple of other guys nodding toward me and mumbling to each other, chuckling. My face was beet red. I tried to move in behind Frank Barnes, a sophomore who was a few inches shorter than I. His older brother Paul was a senior and one of the stars of the wrestling team. Paul had been the one Jennie had dated before she and I started going out. Frank was a muscular little guy and a little smart-alecky. He hung out with the rough crowd at the school. But right now he was a barrier and that's all I cared about. We all squeezed and bumped each other trying to get into position for the picture. My dick rubbed against Frank's back through my wet suit. It quickly stiffened up even more than before. Frank felt it rubbing the small of his back. "Hey, Parker," he said loudly, "get your boner out of my back. What are you, a fag or something?" I struggled to move away, mumbling "I'm sorry." But we were so crowded together I just kept bumping him. And I didn't want to move too far or someone might see my hard dick. Frank wasn't going to let it go. "Parker keeps rubbing his hardon on me. You think he's in love? Or just a horny fag?" "Maybe he's like a dog humping your leg," one of the other guys yelled. "He just likes the way you smell, Barnes." Everybody laughed except Frank and me. "Fuck you," Frank yelled back. "Get your fag self off of me Parker." Nick Montini came over from where he'd been standing with the photographer. He shouted, "What the hell's going on? We haven't got all day. Now get organized, guys." "It's Parker," Ned Walters, a senior standing behind me said, laughing. "He's tryin' to hump Frank." "Parker, Barnes, get out here!" the coach yelled. I was dying as Frank and I came up to Nick. He stared hard at me, positioning himself so that his back was to the guys and I was facing both them and him. My bloated dick was clearly visible to the whole team. "What the hell is happening here?" he asked. "He keeps pokin' me in the back with his boner, Coach." "I'm sorry," I said, tears coming to my eyes. "I didn't mean to bump him. It was crowded." "You have no self-control at all, do you?" Nick said, shaking his head at me. Turning to Frank, he said, "Look, just because Tim has a problem keeping his hormones under control doesn't mean you need to overreact. Just try to ignore it. He's not going to bother you here. Now get back in line." I started to go too. Nick caught me by the shoulder. He spoke softly. "What about that dick of yours? Which one of them are you wanting to throw yourself at this time?" "None of them, I swear. I don't know why I'm, uh, you know . . ." "Didn't you get enough this morning? You said you've been fucked today?" "I, uh, yeah." I figured there was no point in denying it since Gary was probably going to tell him anyway. "How many times?" I wanted to crawl in a hole. "Three," I said softly. "You've had three dicks up your little twat and still you want more. I bet you've still got jizz in your hole don't you, you little whore?" I did still feel that squishy feeling inside. Thinking about it just made my dick harder. "I guess." "And your ass is just itching for more. Who's dick are you wanting next, pussy boy? Maybe Pat's big Irish dong. Or how about Frank's fat wiener. Or maybe you want them all. One after another, pushing themselves into your little boy cunt. Is that it, boy?" I was crying now but my dick throbbed in my speedos. I could feel the slickness of precum coating the head. "No, no. Please, Nick, you've got to believe me. I'm not queer. Things have just gotten kind of weird." "You get horned up just thinking about that don't you? Thinking about all those swimmers' dicks up your ass and in your mouth has got you hot, hasn't it?" "No, I just can't seem to get it to go down." "Because you don't want to. You want them all to see your dick, hard and leaky. You'd like to jack off right in front of them wouldn't you? Right now?" I was crying now. "No, Nick, please." My dick was leaking to the point that a dark spot of precum was obvious on the front of my suit. The throbbing warmth in my ass kept getting more intense as Nick brought these images to mind. "Well, get back there and try to behave. If you want a big cock cumming in your butt, do it on your own time. Now, see me after the picture. I need you to do something to help the team. Or are you in too much of a hurry to go out and find a dick to suck?" "No, sure, I'll do it." I sniffed, wiping my face. I headed back to the group, my dick stretching the front of my thin suit, the swollen head clearly outlined against the wet, semi-transparent material. Frank glared at me as I got in line behind him. I tried to stay as far from him as I could but it was impossible to keep from bumping him. Nick announced to the team, "All right guys let's hurry this up. Just ignore certain people who can't seem to control their urges." My face burned with embarrassment. Everybody knew he was talking about me and my hard dick. Frank glanced over his shoulder. "If you're so hot for me, maybe you'd like my dick in your mouth. Hell, I could use a good blowjob. And I bet you're an expert, aren't you? Well, maybe I'll let you later." I figured I'd need to avoid Frank for a while until he chilled down. The photographer shot pictures from different angles. He rearranged us a few times to get everybody in. In the last shots, I was in front. My dick was clearly visible. I hoped this was NOT going to be the yearbook picture. It really wasn't the way I wanted to be remembered at class reunions years later. After he finished, the team headed for the locker room. Nick motioned me over to where he and the photographer were standing. "Tim, this is Mike Carter," Nick said, indicating the photographer. "He agreed to take the team pictures for free if one of you would help him with a shoot for some magazines he's working on. He picked you when he was here a few weeks ago. I'm not sure you're the best pick, given how immodest you are, but you're the one he picked and it's too late to impose on anyone else. Do you think you can manage to keep yourself under control for a couple of hours? Then you need to get back here to catch the bus." The idea of doing some ads that might appear in a magazine sounded kind of cool. I'd planned on going home before catching the bus but maybe this was a way to redeem myself and make something decent out of a crummy day. Surely I'd be too pre-occupied to get hard. "Yeah, coach, I can do it." "Alright," Mike said, "Come with me. My studio is just a few miles from here." "Can't I get my clothes first?" "Don't worry, you'll be changing into different things for the shoot. Come on." Nick said, "I'll be over in a while to check on you and bring you back here." We walked out to the parking lot and got in Mike's van. As we drove along, Mike glanced over at me. My semi-hard dick still showed in my tight damp Speedos. "You seem to be a little excited," he commented. "I noticed it back at the pool." I blushed again. "Yeah, um, I guess I just, well, I don't know." Not a very coherent answer but what could I say? "Don't worry about it. Part of being a teenager I guess." I looked over at him. Mike was in his mid twenties and nice looking. About 6 feet tall, he had light brown hair, green eyes and a good hard looking body that his tight tee-shirt and jeans showed off nicely. "What's got you so worked up, Tim?" I was hoping he wouldn't pursue that topic. "I don't know. This girl I've been dating, I guess." "Not putting out for you? I guess you need to have it a lot. Those teenage balls need a lot of draining." "Yeah, I guess." I thought of how many times they'd been drained yesterday and somehow that just made me hornier. "You jack off a lot?" Mike asked in a matter of fact way. I felt uncomfortable. "Um, well, I guess as much as anybody." "How many times a day?" "I don't know, a couple I guess." "I'll bet it's more than that. How big is that dick of yours?" I was feeling really uncomfortable now. "That's kind of personal, Mr. Carter." "Just trying to get to know you a little better. And you can call me Mike. I guess being in the modeling business you get used to personal questions like that. But you may not be interested in that." "Well, I, uh, like, I didn't mean that. I guess I have about eight inches." I didn't want to blow my chances at maybe being able to get somewhere with this. "And does it stay that hard a lot?" Now I was really blushing. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me today. I guess I'm just really excited and, well, I don't know . . ." "Don't worry, you sound like a good healthy sixteen year old to me. One thing you learn in my business is not to be ashamed of your body. And you seem to have a pretty good one." We arrived at a small house and pulled in the driveway. He led me around to the back door and we went in. In what would have been the living room, he had a studio set up. There was a large screen at one end of the room and various tripods for cameras standing around. The only furnishings were a stool, a mattress, and a kitchen table, all pushed over to the side of the room. Another guy was there, setting up lights. "Tim, this is Ken, my assistant. Tim's going to be posing for us today. He's the one Nick sent over from Williams High School." Ken came over and shook hands, looking me over. He saw my bulging swimsuit and smiled. "Good to meet you, Tim." Ken was also around six feet tall, with blonde hair and a bulkier build than Mike. He wore cut-offs and a black tee shirt that clung to his muscular chest. He looked to be in his early twenties. He turned to Mike. "Wayne's in the john right now getting ready. What do you want to start the kid with?" "Let's do a few test shots to make sure of the lighting. Then some poses. He's got a fair tan so we shouldn't need to make adjustments for that." To me he said, "OK, Tim, stand right over here." He pointed to a mark on the floor. I moved over there. Ken came over and moved me into position, telling me how to hold my arms, how far apart my legs should be, the angle of my head and so forth. As he pushed against me and grabbed this limb and that, I got harder. Ken noticed. "You're a hot little firecracker aren't you? Well, don't waste it all." I didn't exactly know what he meant by that but I was embarrassed he'd seen my condition. I was really looking forward to having something else to wear. "What's your waist size, Tim?" Mike asked, looking through some boxes in the corner. "29," I answered, "and a 32 inch inseam." Modeling clothes was going to be interesting. "Do you need my shirt size?" "Not really. You'll be wearing underwear or swimwear." "Oh," I said. I hadn't counted on that. I hoped I could get my dick to go down or else I'd blow the job. Mike came over to me, carrying a pair of white briefs. They were cut low and looked small for me. "I didn't have any 29s so try these. They're 28s." "Where can I change?" I asked, trying to be cooperative. "Right here. We don't bother with a changing room. Just strip off that suit and put those briefs on. Don't worry, it's not like we haven't seen everything you've got already." I blushed at that but he was right. I peeled off my suit, my dick sticking up toward my stomach. Mike and Ken looked me over. "How long have you been shaving your pubes off, Tim?" Mike asked. My heart pounded to be reminded of that. "Oh, not long. Can I have the shorts now?" I wanted to get covered up a little bit anyway. "Your shave job looks hot kid. Shows off your dick. Nice touch. You've been wearing boxers in the sun haven't you?" Mike observed. "Your tan line on your legs shows it." "Yeah, that's what I wear for lifeguarding." "Well, it's going to look strange in the pictures. Ken, get that tube of bronzer and rub it on his legs to even things up. Around his belly too. The waistband of these briefs doesn't come up that far. As a matter of fact, since we're going to be doing all sorts of styles, just do the whole area." "Right," Ken said, bringing the tube over to me. Mike headed into the other room, taking my discarded Speedos. "OK, Tim, put your hands behind your head." I stood there naked while he knelt down and began rubbing the bronzer on my legs. He stuck his hand between my legs, brushing my balls. My dick was up against my stomach, precum dribbling down the shaft. He pulled it down as he rubbed the stuff on my stomach and all over my shaved crotch. I felt him gently massage my dick, rubbing my gooey lube all over it. "Yeah, you are turned on aren't you?" Ken said as he continued to stroke me. My God, I hadn't counted on this. I was embarrassed to think of Mike coming back and seeing this. "Please, don't," I said weakly. He let go of my dick. "OK, save it up. Now, turn around kid. I need to bronze those round buns of yours." I did as he said. "Spread your legs a little. You got a nice bubble butt, kid." He rubbed the bronzer all over my butt. I felt him rub his finger in the crack pushing deeper until he found my hole. He rubbed around there a bit, feeling the swollen opening. "Nice pussy, kid. I bet you're a great fuck." "I-I don't do that kind of stuff." Ken was starting to make me nervous. His attention reminded me of the warm itchy feeling in my ass. I almost wanted him to stick his finger in me. I pushed that thought away. "Right," Ken said sarcastically. "I guess your asshole is this swollen and raw all the time." He pushed a finger against it. "Hey, look," I said, "Leave me alone. I'll tell Mike." He laughed. "Yeah, you do that. I'm not the one with the big leaky boner. Stop playing games, kid. You love it." He gave my butt a slap and stood up. "Well, you're ready. You'll need to wait a minute to put those briefs on. Let the stuff soak in." I looked at myself in the mirror at the side of the room. All trace of a tan line was gone. It looked like I'd been sunbathing nude. I stood there naked, embarrassed by my hard leaking dick. After a few minutes, I stepped into the briefs and pulled them up. They were really tight and very thin. My balls and hard dick showed in the front, the briefs barely coming high enough to hold it. Mike came back in. He shot a couple of pictures of me there in the briefs. Lowering the camera, he looked at my bulging crotch and the spot of precum appearing on them. "God, haven't you calmed down yet. I've never seen such a horny kid. You're messing up the shorts." "I'm sorry," I said, "I can't help it." "Well, jack it off. Maybe if you cum it'll go down." "Right here?" I asked, shocked. "Couldn't I go in the bathroom?" "Look, I haven't got time for you to be playing with yourself in the john. Just pull your dick out and do it before you ruin those briefs." "But I . . ." "Shit," he said walking over to me. He grabbed the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down to my knees. He took my dick and rubbed it roughly a few times. "Now is that so hard? Jerk it, goddammit." Stunned, I took my dick in my hand and began to stroke. He and Ken stood there watching me. I looked down at my dick as I stroked it. I was sweating under the hot lights. Suddenly I heard a click and a whirring sound. Mike was taking pictures of me jacking off. "Hey!" I said, stopping my stroking but still holding my dick, "what are you doing?" "Just keep going, I need some test shots." "But . . ." "STROKE IT, DAMMIT!" I started working my dick, trembling at his outburst. He continued to shoot pictures from various angles. My dick was dripping like crazy. "Take off those shorts before you get them all gooey. And then finish up." I slipped the briefs off and went back to stroking. This was not what I'd envisioned happening. He started giving me more orders as he clicked away. "Spread your legs. Pinch your nipples. Lean back a little. That's it. Yeah, you're getting close aren't you? Go ahead, shoot. I did. Cum arched up and out of my dick, splattering on the floor four feet in front of me. I shot four or five times before it subsided. Mike caught it all on film. I stood there catching my breath. "Not bad. Now clean yourself up and let's see if you can get into another outfit." Ken threw me a towel and I wiped the cum and sweat off. Then he handed me a red thong made of very sheer nylon. I blushed at the idea of wearing something like this. My dick still wouldn't get soft. "Look, I don't really want to . . ." "Nick said you'd be difficult. Look, you're a horny little stud. You're gonna be a great model if you learn to do as you're told. Think of what the girls will say if they see pictures of you posing in sexy underwear showing a big basket. Put the damn thing on. Right now." I thought for a minute. Maybe he was right. Maybe this would make me look like a stud. And after last night I guess I needed that. Still, I was kind of nervous. I hadn't planned to do this kind of modeling. And Ken sort of bothered me. But Mike seemed OK if a little bit volatile. The more I thought about it the more I wasn't sure that I'd ever want anyone I knew to see these pictures. I especially didn't want the ones of me jacking off to see the light of day. But I figured we'd work that out later. So I pulled on the thong. The head of my dick peeked over the waistband. "This doesn't fit right," I said. "It's fine. OK, face me." He shot a few of my dick sticking out of the red pouch. "Now turn around." He got some shots of my ass with the thin red strap going up my crack. "Bend over." More shots of my ass. They shot other poses in various bikini briefs, thongs and g-strings. I was photographed lying down, sitting with my legs spread, down on all fours, all positions. Through it all, my dick stayed almost hard and I still felt that tingling in my ass. I was soaking with sweat from the hot lights and nervousness. Finally I thought they seemed to be wrapping it up. Ken handed me a pair of thin white running shorts. My dick kept poking out the leg hole and I tried to arrange it so it would stay in. Mike was over changing film in his cameras. "OK, Tim, you've done fine. Now we'll go to the action shots." I didn't know what he meant by that. Ken went in the other room and came back followed by a guy who looked to be around twenty years old. He was about 5'10" and really muscular with a huge chest and arms and giant muscular legs. He looked like he lived in a gym. He was smooth all over. He had black hair and was wearing white sports briefs. I could see a big bulge in the front. "Tim, this is Wayne. You'll be working with him in the next set. Wayne's done a lot of work for us." Wayne came over and shook hands. His grip was like iron and I found myself looking at the huge biceps flexing in his arm. Wayne turned to Mike. "Same scene as last time? I was hoping for a chick this time." "Just about the same. You and Pete were great together. I think Tim might be a little more in the dark about what he needs to do." "He looks like he'll catch on," Wayne said, looking at my packed briefs. "OK, Tim, you and Wayne stand over here. Closer together. That's it." Click. He shot several pictures of the two of us standing next to each other. Then Ken pulled out a bench that looked like it came from a locker room. Mike told us to move over near that. Ken moved the screen to reveal a row of lockers behind it. Apparently, the scene was supposed to be in a locker room. Maybe it was an ad for a gym or something. I asked Mike about that. "Yeah, Tim, something along those lines. Now reach out and squeeze Wayne's left bicep. Good. Now rub his chest. That's right, feel those big pecs." I was starting to feel more uncomfortable. This seemed like kind of a strange ad for a gym. And my dick was throbbing again. That strange feeling in my ass seemed to be getting more intense and warm. And there was something about Wayne and feeling his hard body that made me harder too. I started leaking precum in the shorts again. The head of my dick peeked out the leg. "You're into this aren't you? That's good. Now lick Wayne's chest." My head snapped around and I stared at Mike. "What?" "Lick it, run your tongue around those nipples." "But I thought this was a gym ad." "Think of it more as a little drama in a gym. Think of it this way. You've been working out and so has Wayne. You'd noticed him out in the gym and now you've run into him in the locker room. You want to feel his body. Those huge arms and that sexy chest. And Wayne, being straight, but horny, lets you worship his body. With your hands and with your tongue. Got the picture?" "But I can't do that." "Why the hell not?" "'Cause I'm not queer. I don't want to do that kind of stuff." Mike came over and put his arm around my shoulder. He looked at me and started talking in a low cold voice. "Look, you little cocksucker, you think I don't know what you've been up to? You've been showing off your hardon ever since I first saw you at the pool today. I've heard all about your little show at the pool, your sex in the public shower, your escapades at George Gordon's office. So don't go playing this innocent shit with me. I don't buy it. Now I don't suppose you'd like to have those pictures of you jacking off to be hanging in the school locker room would you? Now you will do as I fucking say or Wayne will just have to be more persuasive. Got it, you little shit?" I stood there shaking. I whispered. "Please, this is a mistake. Let me go home." "Not til we're done. I have a deadline to meet. Wayne, help him get the picture, OK." Mike stepped back. Before I could say anything, Wayne grabbed me by the neck and roughly pulled my head to his chest. "Lick my tit, kid. Get it nice and hard." I had no choice but to do as he said. I ran my tongue back and forth over his big nipple. I could feel it respond, getting harder and bigger as I licked it. He pushed my head over to the other one and I repeated the treatment. I could hear the camera clicking away. "Now lick my sweaty pits, boy," Wayne growled, lifting his arm and showing me his smooth, sweaty armpit. His other hand was still on the back of my neck, forcing my nose into the pungent aroma of his armpit. I started licking, tasting the salty sweat. After a few minutes, he switched me to the other one. I licked that one clean as well. "That's good, now work your way down to my navel and tongue it good." His hand pushed me slowly down his chest, my tongue tracing a path between his big pecs and over his rippled stomach until I reached the deep sweaty cavity of his navel. From here I could feel the big mound of his dick in his briefs against my collarbone. I couldn't tell exactly how big it was but it was certainly large. I knew I would be finding out just how large shortly. As if he had read my mind, Wayne put his hand on top of my head and pushed me down to face his packed shorts. "Lick my shorts, boy. Get that dick nice and wet." Mike was clicking away, just a few feet from my face as I ran my tongue back and forth across Wayne's tight shorts. I could feel his dick hardening up underneath. It seemed huge. But from this close, I couldn't get any perspective on how big. "Pull 'em down, boy." Well, I was about to find out. I took hold of the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down over his big hard butt and down his muscular legs. His big dick flopped out, hitting my nose. I stared at it in shock. "Pretty impressive, huh," Mike said, seeing my reaction. "Not too often you find a bodybuilder like Wayne with an eleven inch dick. Almost eight around too. And he can keep it hard forever. How do you like it, Tim?" "It's, uh, um, big," I stammered. I knew I was going to be told to suck it and I didn't think I could get something that big in my mouth. I stared at the huge post in front of me, the flaring head an inch from my face. Wayne was completely shaved and somehow that made it look even bigger and more menacing, sticking out from the smooth tanned crotch. Mike seemed to know my thoughts. "Nice shave job. I asked Nick to find me a kid who was shaved like Wayne. He called me the other night and said he had one." Had that been why Nick had volunteered to shave me at Gary's? Had he had this in mind? "Lick it, Tim." "Please, I don't really . . ." "Go ahead, don't let it scare you. You'll get used to it. And you'll love it. Now lick it!" Mike commanded. I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, touching the tip of the big monster in front of me. I tasted a salty drop of precum drooling from it. I ran my tongue around the head and over the ridge along the edge of the flaring helmet. Wayne groaned. "Oh, yeah, kid, that's it. Tongue that big thing. I knew you wanted it." I had to admit a certain fascination with this giant pole in front of me. My own dick was throbbing and jerking, sticking out of the shorts I was wearing. I ran my tongue along the underside of the wide veiny shaft. I licked up and down until I reached his big golf ball sized nuts, hanging low in their utterly smooth dark pink sack. Mike shot picture after picture as I started to lick Wayne's big balls. "See, Tim," he said, "I knew you were hot for it. I don't know why you had to put on the little straight act. Just enjoy that dick and balls, cocksucker. I've got some great shots of your dick drooling while you work on that big thing." His words stung me but I was too far along to stop at this point. I continued to work my tongue over the orbs in front of me. "Now take the head in your mouth." "I don't think I can." "Try. Wayne, help him out." As I positioned my mouth at the head of his cock, Wayne put his hands on the sides of my head. I opened my mouth as far as I could and tried to fit it in. Wayne pulled on my head, cramming my mouth with the enormous head. I tried to cry out but there was no way to even make a noise as my mouth stretched open around the invader. I thought the corners of my mouth would split as the ridged edge of his head finally popped in. His momentum carried his dick on into my mouth until it hit my throat. I gagged uncontrollably and struggled to escape. Wayne slapped me hard on the face. "Calm down, little cocksucker. Bite my dick and I'll beat the shit out of you. Now relax and enjoy it." He started pumping my mouth, still holding the sides of my head. Tears streamed down my cheeks from the pain and humiliation of my mouth being raped by this big tower of a dick. It was hard to breathe. I felt the room swimming around me. "OK, Wayne, I think I've got enough shots of that. Besides, I think the little fag's about to pass out. Time to move on." Wayne roughly pulled his pole out of my mouth. My jaws ached horribly as he pulled me to my feet. I was only barely conscious of him guiding me over to the bench and laying me down on my stomach. I felt a tugging at the waistband of my shorts. I realized what was about to happen and snapped back to attention. "No, please," I mumbled, "I can't take it." I reached down and tried to hold up the shorts. Ken laughed. "Are you kidding? I saw how stretched out that cunt of yours is. You can handle it. And you'll probably jizz all over while he's doing it." Mike watched me struggle. "Rip 'em off, Wayne. Let's get some good drama shots since that's what Tim wants to give us." I felt Wayne grab the left leg of my shorts and heard them rip apart up the seam. I tried to get up but he pushed me hard back down on the bench and ripped the crotch right across to the other leg. Half my ass was now revealed. Wayne grabbed the waistband with both hands and stretched it until it ripped in two. He yanked the tattered shorts off of me. I lay there naked, pictures being taken of my exposed ass. "You like it rough, don't you, boy?" Wayne smirked, reaching underneath me and squeezing my hard dick. He slapped my ass hard. "Well don't worry, I'm gonna rape that boy twat of yours good." I sobbed as Wayne pulled my ass cheeks apart and spat on my already abused hole. He rubbed a thick finger against it and pushed it in, twisting it around inside me. "Yeah, get you loosened up. Although you're already opened up quite a bit." He pushed a second finger in. I groaned in pain as he worked them around, poking deeper. In spite of my fear and embarrassment, his fingers seemed to satisfy that itchy hot feeling on my ass. He pulled his fingers apart, stretching the bruised opening. "Yeah, I think you can handle another. Then you'll be just about ready for the real thing." "No, please, I can't," I groaned. But it made no difference. I felt a third finger push into me. He started to fuck his fingers in and out of me, punching hard with each thrust. I grunted with each invasion but my dick was spilling a steady flow of goo on the bench. Mike got some close-ups of that. "He is really loving this, Wayne. I've never seen a kid get off on having his cunt stretched like this one. Try another finger." "NO!" I moaned, "Please, no more." Wayne started drilling his pinky in to join the rest of his fingers. I cried out from the pain. "That's it kid, just keep playing hard to get. Makes for hotter shots." He twisted and fucked my stretched hole with his fingers as I squirmed. "Man, I gotta fuck that pussy. Watchin' him open up like this has got me so hot. Enough practice time, kid. Get ready for the real thing." He yanked his fingers out of me. I could feel the air against my gaping asshole. I tried to close it but it just twitched in response. "Look at that hungry pussy," Ken commented, leaning over for a look as Wayne stroked his big tool in anticipation. "He can't wait." "Here it comes, baby." Wayne placed the lemon sized head of his dick against my hole and pushed. Too stretched to resist, my hole opened to the big intruder. He sank in about five inches. I screamed in pain. "NO! NO! PLEASE! STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT!" "Just relax, boy," Wayne panted, "Your pussy feels awesome." He pulled me up off the bench by my hips and shoved another two inches in. I shot my load all over the bench, hitting my chin and neck. Mike snapped a series of pictures as volley after volley of ropy cum shot out. "Damn! Look at how hot he is," Ken shouted. "Fuck him good and I'll bet he cums again." Wayne began to pump me hard. With each thrust, more of his giant cock plunged into me. I sobbed in pain and humiliation as eight, then nine, then ten inches of thick meat speared my ass. My still hard dick slapped against my stomach with each thrust. "GODDAM!" Wayne shouted, "This is the hottest ass I ever fucked." He slapped my butt hard. "Take it, you little fucker! Get ready to take my spooge up your cunt!" He started pounding faster. He was all the way in now. Each thrust poked into my gut and I could feel his smooth crotch and big balls slap against my sweaty ass. We were both pouring sweat, his dripping all over my back as he worked his hips. I felt his dick swell inside me and with a shout he shot a steaming load of cum into my guts. He pulled me up off the bench to a standing position, pushing his post all the way in me. And I shot again, jizz launching through the air and landing on the bench, the floor, everywhere. I screamed in a mixture of pain and orgasm. Mike stood in front of me, immortalizing the moment on film. Wayne was still behind me panting with his dick planted in my ass. The two of us were glued together with sweat. I gasped and sobbed as sweat and tears and cum dripped from my chin. My dick still stood at attention, a thick string of cum dripping down. "You are one hot fuck kid," Wayne rasped in my ear. He reached down and squeezed my still hard dick. Cum dripped on the floor. He gave it a few strokes. "And still ready to go I see. Maybe Ken could help you out." Ken grinned as he rubbed his crotch. "Be glad to. I've wanted to try that cunt of his all day. OK with you, Mike?" "Sure, I could use some more shots." He pulled off his tight tee shirt, revealing a muscular chest, covered with light blonde hair. Kicking off his sandals, he unzipped his shorts and let them fall to the floor. His fat nine inch dick stood out, curving sharply to the left. I stared at it, still in shock. "Yeah, it's not as big as Wayne's but that curve'll stretch ya good." "No, not again," I whispered. Ken came up to me. He took my nipples between his fingers and twisted them. "What's the matter fag boy, tired? You just need another dick in your ass cunt to perk you up." Mike spoke up as he loaded more film. "Let's have him up on the table this time. On his back." Wayne slowly slid his softening cock out of me. He and Ken carried me over to the table and lifted me up on it. Ken climbed up between my legs and lifted them up, spreading them. Cum and sweat dribbled down my smooth ass crack. "Let's see how opened up he is now." He plunged three fingers into me. I gasped. "Oh, yeah, this cunt is well fucked." He worked the fourth finger in as he twisted. "Really sweet." "Please let me go," I pleaded, "I don't get into this, really." They all laughed. "OK, straight boy who cums twice while getting his ass fucked," Ken said, caustically, "you just need to relax. Then you can go back to fuckin' chicks. Of course, I'm sure you'll have to have her shove a vibrator up your cunt so you can stick it in. In the meantime, enjoy this." He plowed his bent dick into my hole. I wailed in pain. "Oh, yeah feel this cock in you, pussyboy," Ken yelled, "I'm gonna fuck that boy pussy hard." And he did. And my dick hardened again. Wayne reached over and stroked it. "Shit," said Mike, "the film jammed. Well, I may as well get my dick sucked while we have such an expert here." He climbed up on the table and opened his jeans. "Blow me, little cocksucker." He stuck his eight inch dick in my mouth and started to fuck my mouth hard. There I was, getting fucked at both ends again. Wayne continued to stroke my meat until I was ready to shoot again. A voice came from the other side of the room. "So he's still not satisfied, huh?" It was Nick, standing there with Gary, Carlos, and Ray. They watched me get fucked and stood there rubbing their crotches. They started to get undressed. I knew what was coming. When Ken and Mike had blown their loads in me, Nick took over my ass and Gary took over my mouth. They were followed by Carlos in my ass and Ray in my mouth. I came twice as Mike and Ken worked my dick and nipples. Finally everybody had cum. I lay there on the table, crying quietly while the others got dressed. Six loads of cum filled my open, dripping ass. My own cum was caked on my stomach, chest and neck. There was cum on my face and in my hair. Gary came over and stuck another one of those pills up my ass to 'ease the pain'. I didn't argue. Nick threw me my Speedos. "Fun's over, Tim. Time to get dressed. I know you love being naked but we need to go soon." Slowly, I climbed off the table. I pulled my tiny suit on. Incredibly, my dick was still swollen and stiff. I stuffed it in my tight suit. "Look at that," Ken said, "he still hasn't had enough." "Maybe I can help him out," Wayne replied. He walked over to me and from behind, pulled me to him. "One for the road, boy?" he whispered in my ear. I felt him pull my Speedos down in the back and rub his dick against me again as he pushed me over the edge of the railing between the two rooms. In no time he had it in me and started to fuck. I groaned "No." but I was too exhausted to fight it. And his huge presence in my hole brought my dick to full hardness again. The rest of them stood in front of me watching. "Stroke yourself, Tim," Nick ordered. "Reach in your shorts and jerk off while he fucks you." I was so horny, I did it. In minutes, Wayne shot another load in me and I shot in my Speedos. Wayne pulled out and gave me a little slap on the butt. "Nice workin' with you kid. Let's do it again." Mike came over to me. "I'll have the film developed by the time you get back. I'll give a set to Nick to show you. I may want to use you again in a video I'm shooting." Nick said, "If you're quite through, come on. We've got a bus to catch." "But my clothes. I can't go like this." "Your bag is on the bus. You can change later since you insisted on getting your little ass screwed one more time. Now get moving." With dried cum all over me and both the front and back of my suit dripping, I slowly followed him. My semi-hard dick showed clearly through the gooey material. I had a feeling it was going to be a long weekend. TO BE CONTINUED...