Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2018 00:57:21 +0000 From: offering service Subject: Curiosity chapter 29 I really don't remember the rest of the night. I have a vague recollection of Max carrying me into a house and undressing me and putting me tobed. I think he was there with me. I kind of remember his big arm holding me as I fell into a deep sleep. I woke to see the sun shining in through a glass sliding door. After letting my eyes focus, I could see a pool outside. It took a few minutes before I could sort of piece together what had happened yesterday and where I was. I pushed myself out of bed. My muscles ached, and I felt a throbbing pain in my ass. I tried not to think about it. I tried not to think of anything that had happened yesterday. A pair of white gym shorts lay at the foot of the bed. I slipped them on and walked to the glass door. I slid it open and stepped out toward the pool. The warmth of the sun felt wonderful. I looked up and realized from the angle of the sun that it must be around noon. I walked over to the pool and dipped my foot in. The water felt wonderfully refreshingand inviting. Without a thought, I dove in and began to swim slow laps. The exertion of swimming seemed to help my aches and pains. I picked up speed and let my body take over, putting my mind in neutral. After about 20 minutes of hard swimming, I floated to a stop and climbed up the ladder. I lay down on a chaise lounge, panting and dripping. I closed my eyes and let the hot sun dry me. My mind drifted back to the events of the last week. God, it seemed so much longer. I'd been so happy to be out of school for the summer and getting paid to be a lifeguard. I'd thought would spend the summer working during the day and fucking Jennie at night. Well, instead I had screwed up from that first day. If only I hadn't been horny that morning. If only I hadn't been thinking of that time Jeff and I had jacked off together. If only I hadn't started stroking my hard dick. Like I was now. I found myself reaching down and rubbing my cock through my wet shorts. I hadn't even realized I was doing it. It was tender from all the overuse it had gotten, but still, it felt good when I rubbed my hand back and forth across it. My mind wandered to thinking about some of the things that had happened. I found myself thinking of Jeff again. But this time I was thinking of the other night – of Jeff getting me to suck his dick, of Jeff fucking me. My dick was fully hard by now as I slowly rubbed it. I reached into my shorts and began to stroke. The more I thought about Jeff fucking me, the more I could feel my hole twitching. Since no one was around, I slipped off my shorts. Spreading my legs apart, I rubbed a finger against my hole. It was puffy and swollen, but just my finger rubbing against it sent a shiver through me. Slowly, I slid my finger inside as I continued stroking my cock with my other hand. I closed my eyes and thought of Jeff's dick sliding into me. Of Jeremy and Greg's dicks sliding into me. Of Gary's and Nick's and Jake's and an endless slideshow of images. All of them fucking me. I trembled. I thought of Max and of that night at the dorm. I could almost feel his hugepole pushing into my ass as he and Wayne had taken turns at me that night. Max. I could feel his big muscled arms pinning my shoulders down as he plunged in and out of my ass. I pushed a second finger into my hole and twisted them around inside me. I was stroking harder and faster now, precum drooling out and slicking up my aching cock. I could feel my balls drawing up, getting ready to produce a new load of cum. My breathing became ragged as I beat my dick furiously. I arched my back up off the lounge as a thick rope of jizz shot out of my piss slit and arced onto my chest. And another on my neck. And another on my stomach. And another. And another. I collapsed, my fingers still in my hole and my hand still holding my cum-covered dick. I lay there panting and trying to pull myself back to reality. I heard a voice. "Jesus, do you ever run out of spunk? I think this is where I came in." My eyes flew open, and I yanked my fingers out of my ass. Standing in front of me was Gary Woods. He was wearing his usual USMC gym shorts and no shirt. He stood there smiling at my embarrassment. "W...w...what the hell are you doing here?" I finally managed to spit out. I wanted to cover my still half hard dick but couldn't find my discarded shorts. "Wayne and I are workout buds. We just got back from the gym. He told me you were here. I thought I'd come out and talk to you. I wasn't expecting another show." He came over and sat down in the lounge next to mine. I looked away. "Gary, leave me alone." He leaned forward and grabbed my chin, pulling my face around toward him. He looked me hard in the eyes. "Look, Wayne told me about what happened. I wanted to say I'm sorry. I never imagined things would get this out of hand." I glared at him, not sure what to say. I finally settled on "Fuck off." "I don't blame you for being pissed. But hey, all I did was go for a hot kid who was beating his meat by the pool. And when you came to my place, I got every vibe in the world that you were into it. And if you're honest with yourself, you know you were. So don't be pissed at me." "Well, I am pissed at you. I'm pissed at all of you. You used me. You acted like I was some little..." My voice trailed off. "Queer? Is that the word you're groping for? Well, let me tell you something. I'm queer, kid. I like dick, and I like men sucking my dick, and I like fucking a nice tight male ass. I like sucking a nice cock, too. And even, if the mood hits, I can enjoy taking it in the ass too. And let me tell you something else. You're queer too. You may have all these straight little fantasies about how you must be hetero because you've fucked pussy. But admit it —– you'd never been so turned on in your fucking little life as you were the first time you had my dick in your mouth, right?" I stared at him for a second. Deep inside, a distant voice was admitting he was right. But I didn't want to hear that voice. I stammered, "B...bu...but you and Nick still didn't have any right to..." "To fuck you? To make you cum over and over? Look, Nick did go a little overboard, and he knows that. He was pissed at you because of your outing his friend, that Marty guy. It pissed him off because you fucked up his career and Nick knew you were a fucked up little closet case. So he wanted to get back at you. And Larry, your dear old stepdad was all too glad to join in. Seems he was a friend of Marty's too. He'd been waiting for the opportunity. He said you'd been cruising him since the first time he spent the night with your mom. But Nick really masterminded getting even with you. Sending you to Mike's for the photo shoot was his revenge. And setting you up to have to stay at the college and deal with Marty, that was his plan too. He never dreamed things would get so out of hand with the swim team. And none of us thought you'd get in trouble like you did yesterday." I didn't know how to respond to that. I was sorry for what I'd done to Marty. I knew now what a crappy thing it was to do from my own experience. Maybe Gary had a point. Gary still held my chin in his hand. I could feel the heat of his body and found myself looking at the sweat dribbling down his husky, smooth pecs, over his thick hard abs, disappearing into the waistband of those damp clinging shorts. Gary picked up on my stare. "Jesus, kid, you're checking me out right now! You're lying here with spooge all over you, and you still are cruising. And you wonder why I thought it was just possible that you might be gay? I mean, Christ, you're the poster boy for horny gay kids everywhere. If I pulled out my dick right now, I bet you'd be ready to blow me right?" "No...um...of course not," I spit out. I pulled away from his grasp. I looked around again for my wet shorts. I saw them lying between the two lounge chairs and started to lean over to pick them up. As I did, I came face-to-dick with Gary's fat cock. I froze, staring at it. "You want it, don't you?" Gary said softly as pushed his cock closer to my face. Oh, what was the point of denying it? He could see my dick getting hard again. He could see the look in my eyes. At that moment, a part of me screamed, `Oh just give it up and do it!' I leaned forward and licked the big knobby head. I ran my tongue down the thick shaft and back up again. Then, opening my mouth fully, I took his cock into my mouth, running my tongue along the underside until it hit my throat. I closed my lips around it and began sucking. "Oh, yeah," Gary moaned. "Go for it, Tim. Suck my dick. Show me how you want it." I worked my mouth up and down on his fat dick. I tried to clear my mind of all the conflicting feelings I had. I just focused on the big dick that was filling my mouth. I picked up speed, letting his dick hit the back of my throat with each thrust. Gary was meeting my mouth now, pumping his cock in and out. "Oh God," he grunted, "Do it, cocksucker. Take it all." I flinched a little when he called me that, but I kept going. I wanted his dick. I got up on my knees, on top of the lounge and started really working his dick. I heard a voice behind me. "Well, it looks like he's recovered." It was Wayne. He was standing and watching, rubbing his dick through his gym shorts. His muscular chest shown in the sunlight. "Like a little work on the other end, kid?" I thought for a minute and then nodded. I took my mouth off of Gary's dick for a second. "Just take it easy, okay?" "Don't worry, kid," Wayne said as he pulled his shorts off. "You'll love it." I went back to work on Gary and felt Wayne come up behind me and start slowly rubbing his fingers against my tender hole. His index finger glided around the swollen rim. "Jesus, kid, you have been worked over," he commented. He leaned down, and I felt the wetness of his tongue against my hole. I shivered, but it felt good as he slowly circled my aching opening, getting it wet and relaxed. I felt his finger slide into me as he continued licking and massaging. He reached inside me and began rubbing his finger against my prostate. I moaned softly around Gary's dick. "Yeah, that's it, Tim," Wayne said softly. "Just relax. I'm gonna make you feel terrific." He slowly worked another finger in, twisting them around inside, kneading the tender walls of my overused ass. He worked his tongue down to my balls. It flicked back and forth, causing them to sway between my thighs. It felt fantastic. I was moaning louder by now. "I think you're ready, kid." His fingers slowly pulled out of my ass, and I felt the weight of his massive dick sliding down my crack. The head stopped at my hole and started to gently push. I opened to his invading cock as it slid inside me. I could feel my ass stretched wide around the plum sized head and the thick shaft that followed. Wayne held tight to my ass cheeks, pushing deeper until all eleven inches were buried in me. I groaned as I felt the rough stubble of his trimmed bush rubbing against my ass cheeks. Gary was still working my mouth. The two of them found their rhythm and began fucking in unison. Two dicks were filling me. I was turned on. Wayne reached under me and grabbed my dick, which ached with hardness. "Yeah, you're having a good time, aren't you baby? Just take these big dicks in you. Let us fill you up with hot juice. That's what you need, isn't it? My head was spinning. His words echoed around inside, but I knew they were accurate. I nodded as they continued to pump with increasing speed. Gary had his hands on my head. I could tell he was tensing up, getting ready to shoot. "Oh, SHIT!" he shouted as his hot cum shot into my waiting throat. "Take my load, cocksucker! Swallow that jizz!" I gulped it down, knowing that Wayne's load would be following soon after. And it did. The heat of his cum shot deep into my guts as he pounded hard against my hips. My own dick let loose, spilling another load onto the cushions beneath me. Gary pulled his dick out of my mouth and stood in front of me, shiny with sweat, his chest heaving from his orgasm. Wayne slowly slid his big pole out of my ass, leaving it tingling and open. The two of them plopped down on the lounge on either side of me as I turned around and sat down hard, realizing that I was sitting in a puddle of my own cum. Gary leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "You okay, Tim?" I sat for a moment. "I guess. I'm still sort of working this all out." Wayne leaned over and pulled my head to his chest. "Stop worrying about it so much and just enjoy it. You're hot, kid. Enjoy being hot." The two of them stood up and picked up their discarded shorts. Wayne looked down at me. "Look we gotta get going. But Dad asked me to pick up some stuff for dinner. We'll cook out and have a good old time. In the meantime, just chill out. Max'll be back soon." "Okay," I said looking at the ground. Wayne took my chin in his hand and raised my eyes to his. "Look, Max really cares about you. You're all he's talked about for the last few days. My brother's a great guy. So consider yourself lucky." The two of them walked back into the house, leaving me sitting in a pool of jizz and with a head full of jumbled thoughts. I leaned back in the lounge and closed my eyes. Maybe Wayne had a point. And Gary too. Maybe, I should just enjoy it. Certainly, I did. What was wrong with that, anyway? In the midst of my thoughts, I heard a new voice. "Good afternoon." I opened my eyes. It was Mr. Collier. He was wearing a black Speedo and his tanned, muscular body towered over me. I could see where Max and Wayne got their looks. I stared at him for a moment, not knowing exactly what to say. He sat down in the lounge next to mine putting a manila envelope down beside him. "Had a little fun with the boys I see." I blushed. "Um...I guess." "It's alright you know. And it's alright to say no too if you don't feel like it." "Nobody ever listens." Mr. Collier leaned toward me. "Maybe they didn't think you meant it." "What difference does it make? My life is so fucked up." I felt so embarrassed that he knew anything about what had happened to me yesterday. "Thanks for getting me out last night." "Oh, that was no problem. I know a lot of people down at police headquarters. I just called in a few favors. Max would have broken you out if necessary. You seem to have a big admirer in him." "I can't understand why." "I'm not sure I do either." There was a little edge to that last comment. I got the feeling he wasn't that thrilled that his eldest son had gotten attached to such a little mess. "Look, maybe I better say goodbye to Max and then get going." "Max has gone out to take care of a few things," he said. "I thought you and I should talk a little before he gets back. Are you feeling better?" "Yeah, I guess," I said softly, looking at the pool. I couldn't look at him. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" "Not really." "All right. You can stay here for as long as you want. Max called your boss at the pool and told him you were sick and probably would be out for the rest of the week." "What about my parents? I guess I have to call them. The police left a message that I was arrested." "Max took care of that. He took your keys and went to your house and erased the message. He picked up some clothes for you too. He'll have them when he gets back." I sat quietly for a minute. Finally, still staring off into space I said, "You must think I'm pretty fucked up." "I think that people have been fucking with you. Pushing your limits. And it all got out of control." I smiled bitterly. "You can say that again." "Max told me about what happened at the college." I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to think about that. "And he tells me you've got a thing for some other lifeguard at this pool you work at. Some guy named Jeff." I looked right at him, fire in my eyes. "FUCK HIM! I do not have a "thing" for Jeff Taylor. That fucking asshole is the one who got me in all this trouble. I never want to see the fucking son of a bitch again!" Mr. Collier listened while I unloaded all my anger at Jeff. He looked at me with a mixture of sympathy and amusement. I wasn't sure what it was that he found so fucking funny. "So what are you going to do now?" he asked quietly. "I...I...I just would like everything to go back to the way it was two weeks ago. I was feeling so good. School was out, and I had a job. I had a girlfriend..." I looked off into the distance. That first morning at the pool seemed like an eternity ago. "If only—" "If only what, Tim?" I just stared at the ground. "Tim, from what Max told me, you first got in trouble because you were beating off at the pool and a coach from your school caught you. Is that right?" I nodded. "Gary, the guy who was here with Wayne." "And that your stepfather got involved, along with one of the other coaches because you outed some friend of theirs." I nodded again. "Wayne showed me the pictures from the shoot at Mike Carter's." I winced and put my head in my hands. "I didn't want to do that." Mr. Collier put his hand on my knee. "I understand. But hey, it's done. And you did well. So move on. As to the rest, just give yourself some time." "Time for what? I don't want to go back to school this fall. My whole swim team has done me. I don't want to go home and deal with Larry and my stepbrother. I don't want to go back to work and deal with Jeff and Carlos and everybody. What the fuck am I supposed to do?" "Okay, Tim, let's sort through a little of this. This Jeff made you hot, right? You've wanted to have sex with him for a long time." I sighed. "Yeah, I guess." What was the point in denying it? "As to the team, if you don't want to go back there, you can transfer to another school. Or you could just go back and face them in the fall. If they can't deal with it, that's their problem." "Maybe." "And as to your home life, Max told me about what had happened with your father years ago." "Jesus," I whispered. "And given your experience with your stepfather, I think I could make arrangements for you to stay somewhere else." "You mean here? But what would I tell Mom?" "If you want, you could stay here. And as for your mother, hasn't ever occurred to you that she might already have some idea about these guys she's married?" I was shocked. "No, she couldn't." "I took the liberty of doing a little checking. Your mother, Leanne Parker Erskin, was arrested eighteen years ago along with her husband at that time, John Parker, for running a child porn ring in the southwest. Apparently, they got a good lawyer who got the charges dropped. They moved here the next year and had you." I stared at him. So all that time that my father had been making me strip and go down the basement, walking naked past my mother, she had known. I was speechless. "It...it can't be," I finally stammered. He pulled out the envelope that he had carried out with him. He handed the envelope to me. "Look at these." I opened it and found a stack of pictures. It was me. About three years earlier. Naked, across a man's lap. His face was cropped out of the shot. I was getting spanked. Then a picture of me standing up, my dick hard. And stroking. And so on. There must have been twenty or more. I felt the blood drain from my face. "Where? Where did you get them?" "I got Mike Carter to do a little checking. He found them through a mail order firm." "Are you telling me Mom knew about this?" "Who do you think was operating the camera?" The pictures fell out of my hands and tumbled to the ground. I felt dizzy. "From what I can piece together, your parents actually did try to get their act together for a while. But then something happened. I'm not sure what. Maybe just when you started hitting puberty you were too easy a target. And your father started getting ideas." "She knew," I said off into space, "she knew the whole time." "And eventually she had enough of him." Mr. Collier replied. "But when she met Larry Erskin, who had been a friend of your father's, by the way, she fell for him. He knew all about you from the start. He was just waiting for an opportunity. And from what I can gather from Gary, he fed the anger that Nick Romano had toward you hoping that something would happen." I was trying to piece it all together. "You mean if things hadn't happened with Gary, that this whole thing might not have happened?" "No, it just would have taken a little longer." I looked down. On the top of the scattered stack of photos was a picture of me, standing in front of my father. My dick was standing straight out. As I looked at it, I felt my own dick rising. I felt guilty that this was getting me hard. Mr. Collier read my thoughts. He pushed me back on the lounge and took my dick in his hand. "It's okay," he said softly. "It's yours to enjoy now. Not theirs." He leaned over and gave my dick a squeeze. "You told him," Max said. I was in such a state of shock that I hadn't seen Max come out on the patio. He wore a yellow tank top and a pair of green running shorts. He looked down at me and then at his father. Mr. Collier stood up and walked over to Max. "I'll leave you two to talk." He walked into the house. Max sat down beside me in the lounge. I sat there motionless. He put his arm around me. "You had to know, Tim." "What am I gonna do?" I finally said. His big arm felt good around me. I wanted to bury myself in it. "Stay with me," he whispered. "I'll take care of you. Starting right now." He leaned down and took my dick in his mouth. I shuddered at the velvety feeling of his tongue rubbing the underside of my dick. Raising up, he said, "Just enjoy it." And I did. He gently sucked on my dick. I spread my legs, and he reached under me, rubbing his finger against my hole, caressing my balls with his thumb. With his other hand, he reached up and softly tweaked my nipples. I began shaking. I knew what I wanted. "Fuck me," I whispered. Max looked up at me. "Are you sure?" "Please fuck me." Max stood up and pulled off his clothes. He stood there, massive and muscular, looking down at me and then took my ankles in his hands. He slowly pushed my legs up toward my chest and lowered himself on top of me. I felt the hugeness of his dick at my hole. Gently, he pushed into me. I moaned as my ass stretched open to welcome the enormous post of his dick. He leaned forward, cupping his hand around the back of my head, pulling my face to his. Our lips met as his dick began sliding in and out of my ass. Our tongues dueled with each other. He was fucking faster now, taking long rhythmic plunges into my hole. I was on fire. Every cell in my body was vibrating with excitement. My own cock leaked a pond of precum onto my stomach. I knew that it would blow a load the moment I felt his sperm flood my insides. And I was right. As Max grunted loudly and spewed his hot liquid into me, I shot. In spite of the times I'd already cum, I gushed out what had to be the largest load I'd ever shot. My body was convulsing, and I was letting out sounds somewhere between a moan and a yell. When I finally subsided, after what felt like an eternity of orgasm. Max fell on top of me. My cum glued us together. He held my head in his hands and kissed me over and over. After a long time, I spoke. "So you think you could put up with me?" Max smiled. "Somehow I'll manage. But you know things are a little wild around here at times." "Yeah, I've kind of picked up on that." "Well, we've all sort of been free spirits here for a long time. Will that be okay with you?" "Well, I like Wayne. And as far as you go, well, I think you get the picture. I lay back, thinking of what it would be like, living here with these three. "I don't know, Max. This is gonna take me time to get used to." "Take all the time you need." I thought for a few minutes. "Does your dad join in too?" My dick was starting to harden again. Max laughed. "He does if he's invited. Are you lying there thinking about my father?" I smiled. "Well, maybe." Max kissed me on the forehead. "You're gonna do just fine."