Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2016 00:17:07 +0000 From: Shaverboy Subject: Curiosity Part 2 CHAPTER 2 - Training I lay there, panting, gasping, confused and yet turned on by what had happened. I had sucked a guy's dick. I'd been turned on by it. I looked up at Gary and studied his naked body as he still knelt over me. In spite of the violent orgasm I'd just had, I felt a stirring in my cock. He sat back on his knees between my legs and smiled at me. "See, I knew you'd like it," he said, "You shot like crazy, kid. And you're still getting hard again. You're one horny little bastard. Your cum is all over my back. I want you to lick it off." "Huh?" I couldn't believe he was asking me to do that. "Lick your cum off me. You've tasted mine, now see how yours compares. Besides, you got me all sticky with your cum, you ought to clean it up. Now do it," he ordered. He turned around so that his back was facing me. I slowly pushed myself up and looked at the cum that ran down from his shoulder to his butt. I hesitated. "Come on, lick it off before it dries on me. Do it." I leaned forward and began at his shoulder, licking the sticky fluid off. It tasted different from his, maybe because of mixing with his sweat. I continued down his back. When I reached the curve of his ass, I stopped. "Well, what are you waiting for? Lick that cum off my ass." He rose up on his knees so that his ass was right in front of my face. A big glob of my cum was all over his right cheek. Another rivulet ran right down into the crack. I licked the cum off his ass cheek, trembling at the thought of what was next. "Down there too," he ordered, reaching back and spreading his big bubble cheeks apart. His crack was as smooth as the rest of him. "Gary, I don't want to . . ." I started. "I didn't ask if you wanted to, I said DO IT," he commanded louder. I leaned forward again and began at the top of his crack, working my tongue down, lapping up my cum that had spilled down there. I came closer and closer to his hole. I shook at the thought that I was licking a guy's ass. I started to pull back. He reached back and grabbed my head. "Finish the job. All the way down to my balls." Reluctantly, I went back to work, my tongue circling his pink hole. He held my head there. "Get that hole nice and clean boy. Don't go rushin' the job." I kept licking, even though there was no longer any of my cum to be found. I ran my tongue around his hole several times and back and forth across it. Finally he seemed satisfied and released me. He turned back around and faced me on the couch. My dick was almost fully hard and wet with cum and a new batch of precum. I felt self-conscious about being naked in front of him. I could see he was hard again too. "You're a pretty good ass licker too, kid. You're just discovering all sorts of new skills. Turned me on." I was starting to feel a little afraid again. I'd sucked a dick; I'd licked an ass. What else could happen? I needed time to sort all this out. "Hey, listen, I'd better get going." "Why? It's still raining. And your shorts are still in the dryer. Just relax. Besides, it looks like you've still got a problem down there." My dick twitching against my stomach. He reached down and squeezed the head. "Hey, man," I begged, tears forming in my eyes, "Please don't make me do anything else." "And what do you think I'm gonna make you do?" "I don't know, suck you again, or . . ." "Or what? What else have you thought of?" "That, um, well, you might . . .never mind." He reached over and squeezed my tit. I groaned. He twisted it hard. "That I might what?" "That you might try to . . . you know . . ." "What?" He twisted harder. "Do something to my . . . my ass." "Oh really, and what is it you think I want with that ass of yours?" "Hey man, I was just thinking you might do something. And I'm not into that, you know?" "You thought I might fuck you in the ass? Is that what you've been thinking about?" "I don't know, something like that I guess. Just let me go, man." "Come up here." He pulled me to my feet and, still holding my dick, led me up the stairs. We went through the living room and up another flight to the second floor and to a bedroom which was probably the guest room. There was a single bed with just a sheet on it and a pillow. He led me over to the window. "Nice view isn't it, Tim?" he said still squeezing my dick. "Yeah, sure," I said, not sure why he was giving me the grand tour at this point. "See how you can see down into the pool area from here?" He leaned on the window sill next to a table. On the table was a camera with a telephoto lens. I started to get a horrible feeling. "You saw me this morning." I said, with dawning realization of the fix I was in. "What do you mean, Tim?" he asked, innocently. "You saw me jacking off. That's why you came to the pool." "You put on quite a show." "And you took pictures of me?" "I'm sure if I did, the condo association would love to see them. They love seeing a naked lifeguard stroking his dick and cumming all over himself. Always a hit at board meetings. I'm sure they'd be glad to pass them on to the folks at school too. There's a shot of you with your finger in your ass that's a real gem." My heart sank. Now I had no choice but to do as he wanted. Placing his hand on my chest, he pushed me to the bed and then down on my back. He sat on his knees at the foot of the bed and pulled my legs apart. "So you like to play with your ass, huh? How long have you been playing with your ass, boy?" I knew I had to answer. "Uh, well, not much, just a few times." "What have you done?" "I stuck my finger in it." "While you were jacking off?" "Yeah." "When did you start doing that?" "I don't know, man, A few years ago." "Where were you the first time you did that?" "Um, in the shower, I guess." "And what happened?" "I soaped up my finger and tried sticking it in my hole." "And how did it feel?" "Well, OK I guess." "Did you shoot while you were doing that?" "Yeah." "How often have you done it since?" "Well, a few times." "Always in the shower?" "No, sometimes in bed." "How did you lube up your finger when you were in bed?" I was so embarrassed to be revealing this but my dick was jerking and dripping from the memory of playing with my ass. "I used some Vaseline." "Show me." "Aw, man, I can't do that." "Play with your ass and stroke your meat." "I don't want to," I whimpered, "Please, don't" "Just show me what you've done. I'm not asking you to do anything you haven't done before. I already saw you doing it out by the pool. Your dick is obviously excited about the idea. Now do it. Here's a little something to make it easier." He held out a jar of Vaseline that had been on the table by the window. I dipped into it and got some onto my fingers. Slowly I reached down and felt between my legs. My finger found my hole, rubbing the hair around it and pushing at the pucker. The lube on my fingers slicked up the entry. Slowly I pushed my index finger into my hole. I grunted from the discomfort. "Move it around a little inside you there. That's right, lube up that hole." "That's good. Now what did you do once you had your finger in your hole?" "I jacked off." "Do it." With my right hand, I started stroking my hard dick. Juice dribbled out of it freely. I smeared the precum all up and down the shaft as I stroked. "That's it Tim, put on a show for me. Keep those legs spread. Show me how you finger fuck your ass." I was starting to feel that I could cum at any moment from the stimulation I was giving myself. I moaned from the sensations going through me. "That's it, boy. Work your hole. Let me see that finger going in and out of there. All the way. Have you ever stuck anything else in your hole?" "Yeah, . . . well, . . . I did . . . once . . ." "And what was that?" I didn't want to tell him. I'd never told anybody any of this. But I was so hot and turned on at this point, I couldn't hold back. "A candle." My face burned with shame but I somehow felt compelled to tell him. "I see. And what were you thinking about when you were working that candle into your ass?" "I don't . . . know, man, just . . . getting off . . . I guess." My breathing was getting harder as I continued to work my hole and my dick. "Were you thinking of someone sticking a dick in you? Of someone fucking your tight hole?" "No . . . maybe . . . I don't know." "Whose dick were you thinking of, Tim? Who were you dreaming about fucking your ass?" "I . . . don't . . . don't remember," I gasped, my breathing getting more ragged by the second. I was envisioning myself lying naked in bed, the greased up candle in my ass, working it in and out. I was remembering thinking of . . . "Come on, now. You remember. I can see it on your face. You're remembering it right now and thinking of how you want that dick inside you. That dick that turns you on, that belongs to . . ." "Jeff," I blurted out. "I was thinking of Jeff." My balls began to pull up under my cock. I couldn't last too much longer. "The other lifeguard?" he asked. I nodded. "I met him yesterday at the pool. Big guy. Probably has a pretty nice dick on him. So you were thinking of Jeff fucking your little boy butt, huh. Pushing his big post into you. And how often do you fuck yourself and fantasize about Jeff fucking you?" Tears rolled down my cheeks as I gasped and moaned, at the edge of climax. "I, oooh, don't . . . uh know, aaaah!" "Hang on a second," he said, getting up and going out into the hall. I heard him open a drawer in the chest out there. He came back in holding a candle. My eyes widened as he dipped his fingers into the Vaseline and greased it up. "No, man, I can't do that in front of you. Please don't make me." I begged but my body was excited. My dick dripped precum all over my stomach as I continued to stroke. He held the candle out to me. "Stick that candle in, Tim. Like you did before. Like I'm sure you were thinking about this morning. Show me how you fuck yourself and think of Jeff's cock shooting in your ass. Fuck yourself good!" I removed my finger from my hole and took the candle from him. It was about three quarters of an inch in diameter and nine inches long. I rubbed the greasy base of the candle against my hole as he watched. I pushed and it began to sink into me. It hurt slightly but my ass was already greased up and stretched a little form my fingering so it wasn't too bad. "Work it in and out, boy. Show me how hot it makes you." I started to pump the candle in my hole. As ashamed as I was of what I was doing, it did turn me on. The sensation in my ass seemed to transmit directly to my dick. I moaned in excitement. I watched him stroking his dick as he watched me. It was hard and juicy again. "Yeah, kid, do it. You should see how hot you look, lying there naked fucking yourself and working your cock. You're gonna make me come again." He moved beside the bed and stood next to my face. He climbed up on the bed with his big dick right over my mouth. "Lick it again, Tim. You've gotten me all hard again with your little show here. Lick my fat cock." I stuck out my tongue and ran it around the head of his dick. Then down the shaft. I continued to work the candle in my ass. "Suck my cock, boy. Blow me while you fuck yourself." I took his big meat in my mouth again and he started pumping it in and out. I was getting close to coming. The sensation in my balls kept building to a crescendo. "AAAAAH!" I yelled as I started to shoot, my cum arching into the air and down on my face, my neck, my chest, my stomach. My back arched up off the bed and I braced myself on my neck and my feet, shaking and spasming. A moment later I felt him tense and he started shooting in my mouth again. "Take it cocksucker! Take my cum!" he yelled. My mouth was full of cum again and I struggled to swallow. After he finished, he pulled his dick from my mouth, the last drops of cum dripping on my face. I fell back onto the bed, panting and covered in cum and sweat. My hand was still on my dick and the candle was still in my ass. Slowly I pulled it out. "Quite a show, Tim. Quite a fucking show." He picked up a towel and started to wipe me off. I lay there motionless except for the heaving of my chest as I caught my breath. "You OK, kid?" he asked as he finished wiping the cum off my body. "Yeah, I guess," I said quietly. "Just kinda embarrassed." "But you said you'd been curious about it. Well, now you've gotten to try it." "Yeah, I guess. I just hadn't counted on how I'd get turned on about it. I hadn't felt that way before." "You mean getting turned on about sucking a guy? About fingering yourself? Showing me how you jack off while you fuck yourself with a candle?" "Well, yeah, the whole thing. I mean, with Jennie, it's hot and all, fucking her and shit. But this was different. I felt out of control. I was scared. But that seemed to turn me on more. I don't really understand it. I think I just need some time to figure this out. Let me get my shorts and go." "OK, Tim, I'm not holding you prisoner. This time. But come back anytime. I'm sure I can think up some more adventures for you." "I don't know, man. This was just too intense." "Well, think about it. I'll be here this evening, I have a little work to catch up on. Drop by if you like. Or tomorrow, or whenever you like." "Yeah, maybe. But I don't know." We walked downstairs. He went down and got my trunks out of the dryer. I slipped them on. My ass still felt greasy and sore. My dick twitched from the reminder. "I'll see you later, Tim." "Well, maybe." "Oh, I think I will." I walked out into the rain and ran back up to the pool house. My tennis shoes and shirt were still by the chair out by the pool, soaking wet. I picked them up and unlocked the door to the lifeguards' room, which had a small cot in it. I sat down and tried to sort out what was going on. I lay down on the cot and drifted off to sleep, my dick tingling from all the activity. I had a lot to sort out. To Be Continued ...