Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2017 23:48:24 +0000
From: Shaverboy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Curiosity chapter 13

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!


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CHAPTER 13 - BUS STOP

We left the photo studio in Gary's Jeep. Nick sat up front with Gary and I
was wedged in between Ray and Carlos in back. It was uncomfortable sitting
in my cum soaked Speedos. The two of them kept playing with me, pinching and
twisting my sore nipples and rubbing my sticky crotch. My dick was hard and
oozing. I begged them to stop.

"You know you love it, kid," Carlos sneered. "Stop tryin' to act like you
don't. Your drippy cock says you're lying. Now get down here and blow me.
You've got me hot again. But that's what you want, isn't it? You like to put
on your little show so you can get some more dick." He pushed my head down
to his lap and pulled out his hard cock. Ray stuck his hand down the back of
my suit and started fingering my sore cum-filled hole.

By the time we got to the school, both of them had made me suck them off and
I'd shot in my suit again. Ray had continued working my ass, sticking three
fingers in me to get me stimulated again. The front of my Speedos was now a
transparent drippy mess, showing my hard dick trapped inside. I could see
the team was already sitting on the bus.

"OK, Tim, let's go. The bus is waiting," Nick ordered.

"I can't get on like this," I cried.

"Move your ass," Nick shouted, "or I'll drag you out."

Defeated, I got out of the car and walked to the bus. I could see guys
looking out the windows at me and making comments to each other. I climbed
on. Jake, the bus driver looked at me and shook his head, smiling. As I
walked down the aisle, all eyes were on my wet sticky suit.

"What's the matter, Parker, ya jizz in your shorts?" I heard Frank yell.

"Maybe he just peed himself," Ned Walters chimed in.

"Nah, he's got too much of a boner for that. He's been jackin' off in his
suit," Matt Poston, a junior, laughed. "Just don't do it in the pool,
Parker. I don't want to swim in your spooge."

"Who's been milkin' your nips, Parker? You look like you've been breast
feeding." Ned added.

"That's gross," yelled Hank Davis, a senior. "What's with you, Parker, you
some kind of perv?"

And so on. I finally got to the back of the bus where the bags were stacked.
By that time I'd acquired the nickname "Boner Boy" and gone through more
taunts and teasing than I ever wanted to go through in my life. I rummaged
through the baggage until I found my backpack. Opening it, I found my old
sweats and cut off tee shirt. I pulled them out of the bag. I saw Pat
Harding looking over the seat at me.

"Dude, what's your problem today? I mean bein' horny is one thing but geez,
man!" he said softly. He really kind of looked concerned.

I closed my eyes. "Look, man, just do me a favor and don't ask. It's just a
long story I'd like to forget."

"Sure, dude, but you gotta pull yourself together. I mean, the guys are
talkin' like you're some kind of fag or somethin'."

I looked right at him and hissed, "I'm not queer, understand. I'm not. Don't
ever say that."

"Whoa, chill, man! Don't dump your shit on me. I'm not the one with the all
day hardon and gooped up Speedos."

I regretted what I'd said. "I'm sorry man. This whole day has just sucked. I
didn't mean to take it out on you."

"OK, just try to cool it," Pat grinned and leaned further over the seat,
"Boner Boy."

I tried to make myself laugh a little. It was so ridiculous when he said it.
But it embarrassed me to think of the fact that my whole team had seen me in
that state. Inside I was a mass of confused feelings.

"Parker," Nick yelled from the front of the bus, "Find a seat. We gotta
move. You can change later."

I stood up and looked for a seat. My semi hard dick tented my suit, soaked
with my sweat and cum. I carried my clothes back up the aisle. The only open
seat was about half way up. I made my way forward, enduring another round of
taunts.

"Hey, Parker, who's turnin' you on this time?"

"Wanna make out, Boner Boy?"

I finally made it to the seat. Of course, who was sitting there but Frank
Barnes. He glared at me. I slowly sat down.

"One move, fag, and I'll punch your lights out."

"Look, Frank, I'm not a fag and all I want to do is take a nap, OK?"

"Just watch it."

I fell asleep. In my dreams I was tied to a table and fucked over and over.
There was a mirror in front of me and I could see each new person mount my
ass and pump another load of cum into me. Gary, Carlos, Ray, Jeremy, Greg,
Tom, Larry, Dennis, Nick, Ted, Tony, Mike, Ken, Wayne, . . . and Jeff. Over
and over they'd fuck my ass and my mouth, calling me 'fagboy' and 'pussyboy'
while the swim team and Jennie looked on and laughed.

"FUCKIN' QUEER!"

I woke with a start, lying on the floor of the bus. Guys were staring down
at me. Frank stared angrily from his seat. It took a moment for me to get
oriented. I could see we were pulling into a rest area. We were about an
hour from the city where the meet was to be held. I must have slept for
almost two hours. My dick was halfway out of my suit, hard against my
stomach.

"What happened?" I asked, dazed.

Nick came back the aisle. "What the hell is going on back here?"

"This fag was tryin' to stick his hand in my crotch."

"What? I was asleep. You shoved me out of my seat."

"Yeah, after you tried to grope me. He had his dick out, playin' with it,
and was mumblin' queer stuff."

Nick looked down at me. I must have been quite a mess with my hard dick
smearing precum on my stomach, halfway out of my Speedos. "Alright,
everybody, pit stop. You have fifteen minutes. Tim, go put some clothes on
and when you get back, go sit in the back of the bus. If you can't control
yourself, go sit with the luggage."

Speechless, I stood up and made my way to the door. All eyes bore into me as
I walked, my stiff dick leading the way.

Pat and his friend, Ben Hadid were right behind me. I turned to him as we
got off the bus.

"Pat, I swear, I was sleeping."

"Jesus, dude, you must have been havin' one hell of a dream. You were
squirmin' and moanin' and . . ." he lowered his voice, "dude, you were
rubbin' your crotch and sayin' stuff like 'yeah, fuck me' and, well, some
other stuff. Pretty weird. You got kind of loud, dude."

I blushed at Pat's report of my dreams.

"Did everybody else hear me?"

"Dude, EVERYBODY could hear you! At one point there were a bunch of guys up
there watching you. Dude, you are getting really fucking strange."

I cringed to think that everybody had heard my erotic dream talk. "Shit,
what all did I say anyway?" I wasn't sure I really wanted to know.

"Well," Pat said, hesitating, "you mumbled something about it being so big,
that you couldn't take another. And there was something about your ass being
so sore. And then, you said, well, dude, you said, 'Fuck me Jeff, please'.
Pretty fuckin' weird shit, dude."

I was beet red. I needed to think fast. "They must have misunderstood. I,
uh, I was dreaming about Jennie. And, and her big tits. And, um, the ass
thing, that was something about her rubbing my ass. I must have said 'Fuck
me Jen' and you misunderstood."

Pat considered this for a minute. "Well, maybe. But it sure sounded like
that was what you were saying. Anyhow, dude, I'm not the one you need to
worry about. I don't give a shit if you're out fuckin' goats. But some of
the other guys, well, they were pretty weirded out about this. You better
watch your step."

Pat was being cool about my strange behavior but I could tell he felt a
little uncomfortable about it. As for the other guys, what was I going to
do, make an announcement that I wasn't dreaming about getting my ass fucked?
Maybe if I just left it alone, it would blow over.

I headed for the restroom. A bunch of the guys were in there so I waited a
few minutes to go in. I really didn't want to face them right then. After
most of them had headed out and over to the Coke machines, I headed into the
bathroom. There were four truckers in there. They all looked to be in their
thirties, well built and muscular. One, standing at the urinal was about
6'3" with dirty blond hair. His sleeveless shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a
hairy muscular chest with a tattoo on one of his big pecs. Standing next to
him was a shorter guy, with dark hair and a goatee. He was stocky and also
wore cutoffs with an open shirt. The two by the sinks were just as muscular,
both wearing jeans. One, dark haired and hairy, was wearing a tee shirt with
the sleeves ripped off. He  was about six feet with huge hairy arms bulging
with muscle. The other had very short brown hair, wore a tank top and looked
a bit younger than the rest.

They looked at me, my dick clearly visible in my suit and smiled as I went
into the large handicap stall and pulled the door closed. The lock was
broken. I hung my sweats and shirt on the hook and pulled off my damp suit.
My dick stood out, almost hard. The itch in my ass was becoming unbearable.
I had to do something. I spread my legs, reached back and stuck my finger
in. That sensitive spot inside seemed swollen, almost a hard bump. As I felt
it, my dick jerked and expanded to full hardness. I couldn't resist rubbing
my finger over the bump a few more times. My dick was drooling again. I took
it in my other hand and started stroking.

Suddenly the door opened. There were the four truckers, watching me finger
myself.

"Well, what have we got here, Charley?" the short blond one said, addressing
the big guy. "A naked pussy boy. Looking for some fun, kid?"

I quickly pulled my finger out. "Hey, close the door!"

"Sure, kid." He and the others stepped into the stall and closed the door. I
stood there naked, surrounded by these four big men. They all were rubbing
their crotches.

"Bend over kid. We'll help you out," said the biggest one who seemed to be
leading the group. He unbuttoned his cutoffs as he spoke and pulled down the
zipper. He pulled out a dick almost as big as Wayne's had been, ten inches,
with a mammoth head on it. I stared at it. "Don't just stand there gawking.
You want this in your pussy don't you?"

Tears filled my eyes. My voice trembling, I said, "No, please just let me
go."

"A tease, huh? I haven't got time for games, boy. Now spread 'em. Help him
out, guys."

Two of the others grabbed me and whipped me around, bending me over the
toilet toward the wall. The big guy kicked my feet apart. I felt him rub his
big tool against my ass.

"Cute butt, kid. You must work the rest areas a lot. You're nice and juicy."
He started to push his dick in. "Oh, shit, he's nice and opened up. Get
ready for the fuck of your life, faggot."

I started to scream but the short dark one climbed in front of me and stuck
his fat eight inches in my mouth. He smelled of sweat and the odor almost
gagged me. They fucked me hard and fast, the big post pounding deep into my
ass. In minutes, I felt him give one last hard thrust and shoot his load.
Moments later, my mouth was filled with cum. My dick was rubbing hard
against my stomach and I shot all over my chest.

As soon as they pulled out, the other two moved into position. I knew it was
useless to fight it. Soon I had nine inches in my ass and nine in my mouth,
both pumping away. The first two were holding me. I heard the door open to
the stall.

"Oh, for God's sake, not again!" I heard Nick say. Out of the corner of my
eye, I saw him standing there with Jake and Hank Davis. They watched as I
got filled with two more loads.

"Is he yours?" one of the truckers asked Nick, as they walked out, leaving
me naked and dripping. "He's a hot fuck."

"Yeah, he's a little whore is what he is," Nick said. "Now get dressed and
get your ass back on the bus. And Hank, keep this quiet for now. I want to
get to the motel in peace, alright?"

"Sure, Coach," Hank said, looking at me with a nasty grin. "We'll deal with
it later."

I got my sweats and shirt on, picked up my Speedos, and trudged out of the
restroom to the bus in tears. I knew that eventually, Hank would tell
everybody what happened. My life was fucked.

All eyes were on me as I moved to the back of the bus. My hard dick tented
the front of my sweats and I could feel cum running out of my ass down the
leg. I sat down on the cooler next to the luggage. Pat and Ben turned around
and looked at me as we got on the road again.

"Dude, what happened back there? The coach looked plenty pissed."

"It's a long story. Right now, all I want to do is take a shower and get
something to eat. I wonder who I'm rooming with?" I said.

"Dude, didn't you see the sheet? You're rooming with the coach and Jake. You
were supposed to be with Pete Nelson but he couldn't make it. Something
about a trip with his dad."

"You're kidding, aren't you? I'm with the coach?" I was horrified. Given
everything that had happened with Nick already, the idea of sharing a room
with him was not what I'd hoped for. I didn't know Jake very well but maybe
he fact that he was in the room after seeing me just now made me feel worse.

"Anyway, dude, get cleaned up and you can go with me and Ben to get a burger
or something. You do smell a little gross you know."

"Sure." Ben was Pat's best friend and another senior. He was about as laid
back as Pat so I figured they'd be pretty safe to hang out with.

We got to the motel about 7:30 and got our room assignments. I told Pat I'd
meet him in the lobby in an hour. I followed Nick and Jake to our room.

We came in and dropped our bags. Jake flopped down on one of the beds. Jake
was in his late twenties and a good-looking guy. About six feet tall, he had
dark hair and a close trimmed goatee. He wore jeans and a sleeveless tee
shirt that showed off his big arms. Nick started unpacking his bag. I was
wearing the only clothes I had with me so there wasn't anything for me to
unpack. My dick was still half hard and the bulge showed in my sweats.

"Whew! Feels good to be out of that fuckin' bus," he said.

I decided to stake my claim on the bathroom. "You guys mind if I go ahead
and shower? I'm kinda sweaty."

"You're kinda cummy is what you are," Jake said. "What the hell's up with
you, kid? That was some scene in the bathroom. I didn't know you were a cock
slut. And what was the deal when you got on the bus today with your dick
showing? You smelled like a porno shop."

"He was posing for Mike Carter this afternoon."

"The one who does the fuck magazines? Shit, kid, kinda heavy duty for a kid
your age isn't it?"

"Tim is into anything that lets him get naked and get off. He's the team
slut."

I was red with humiliation. How could he tell Jake about this?

"That's not true," I protested. "I didn't know what kind of pictures he was
going to take."

"Well, you sure seemed to get into it," Nick replied. "When I came to pick
him up he was sure having a good time."

"Yeah?" Jake said, propping himself up on the bed and rubbing his crotch.
"So what all did you get into today, boy?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I said. "I just want to shower, OK."

"Tim, the man asked you a question," Nick said. "Answer him and don't be a
smart ass."

I had no choice. "I, um, had to jack off for him."

"Oh, yeah?" Jake raised his eyebrows. "And what else?"

"Have sex."

"With whom?"

"One of his other models."

"Which one? I know a couple of girls who've worked for Mike."

"Um, it, uh wasn't a girl. It was this guy named Wayne."

"Wayne Collier? I know him from the gym. No shit? You sucked Wayne off. He's
got a big one doesn't he?

I looked at the floor. "Yeah, he does."

"So you really are a pussy boy. Did he fuck you too?"

I was so ashamed to be telling this. "Yeah," I mumbled. My dick was almost
fully hard again from thinking about this.

"You must be really well practiced to take that pole of Wayne's in your
twat."

"I didn't want to do it."

Nick spoke up from the other side of the room. "Tim likes to be persuaded,
roughly persuaded. It helps to get him off." He came over and pulled my
sweats down to my knees, revealing my nearly hard dick. "See how hard he is
already? Even after his little session with the truckers."

"Yeah, he's always hot to trot, ain't he?"

I pulled up my pants, red with embarrassment. "I'm gonna shower. Just leave
me alone." I headed to the bathroom and closed the door.

I heard Nick say he was going down to meet one of the other coaches. He left
as I was turning on the water. I pulled my clothes off and threw them on the
floor. I put my Speedos in the sink to soak. I climbed into the shower.

The warm water soothed my aching body and started to wash away the coat of
cum and sweat. I soaped myself up from head to toe. My ass still itched and
throbbed. As I soaped up the crack, I rubbed my finger over the stretched
and swollen opening. My dick was almost fully hard again. I stuck my finger
in my ass to see if I could rub where it was itching. I could feel the
swollen bump inside. When I touched it, my dick felt like a jolt of
lightning had been shot through it. It jerked hard and throbbing against my
stomach. I rubbed the bump a little more. Precum started to form at the end
of my dick. I reached down with my other hand to stroke it.

Suddenly the shower curtain was pulled back. There stood Jake, naked and
hard, his nine-inch dick standing out in front of him.

"Thought you might like some company."

"Get out of here!" I shouted. I pulled my finger out and let go of my dick.
He stepped into the shower and pushed me back against the wall hard.

"Glad to see you're getting' all warmed up for me. Three hours of bouncin'
in that fuckin' bus has me hot. I was gonna go out and find some twat at a
bar, but you'll do. After seeing you in that restroom I know how you like
it."

"Leave me alone, dammit." I squirmed to get away but he was much stronger.
He reached down and grabbed my sweat pants and, grabbing my wrists with one
big hand, he tied one leg around them. He tied the other to the soap dish
and pulled me out of the shower over the edge of the tub.

"Nick said you like it rough." He slapped my ass hard. "Rough I can give
ya." He pushed my legs apart and knelt behind me.

"Jesus, kid, your ass is starting to look like a cunt. Get ready."

"Please, no." I knew there was no use. I could feel him rub the head of his
cock against my ass. Without any preparation, he shoved it in all the way.
Draped over the edge of the tub, it knocked the wind out of me as I moaned.

"Oh, yeah, kid! Sweet ass!" he panted as he started pumping in and out of
me. He slapped my butt as he fucked. I groaned in pain and yet his invasion
seemed to turn something on inside me as his dick rubbed over that sensitive
spot inside me. My dick drooled precum on the floor.

"Yeah, you're into it now. Work your pussy on my big cock! Take it you
little whore. You are one hot cunt boy."

He pounded until he shot. I could feel the hot juice spewing in my guts. My
dick erupted shooting my load all over my shirt on the floor. I knelt there
gasping for breath.

He pulled his dick out and stood up. Looking down at me, he smiled. "you're
a hell of a fuck, kid. I'll have to try you again later. Right now I need a
beer." He left the bathroom, leaving me tied and panting. I heard him
getting dressed in the other room. Moments later he left.

After a few minutes of struggle I got my hands free from my soaking wet
sweats. I sat on the floor and sobbed. In one week, my whole life had come
apart. Why did this keep happening? Why did I get so turned on? When would
it stop?

I heard a knock at the door.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .