Date: Mon, 8 May 2017 03:00:37 +0000
From: Shaverboy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Curiosity chapter 18

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 18 - JUDGING PERFORMANCE

I walked up the stairs. I tried to figure out how I'd gotten myself into
such a mess and how the hell I was going to get myself out of it. Part of me
was humiliated by what had been happening to me and part was just pissed
off. I was straight as they come (OK so I'd thought about sucking Jeff's
dick, so what?) and people were treating me like a fucking fag. Maybe Pat
and Ben were queer but not me. I decided that the only way to keep things in
my control was to be as respectful and apologetic as I could and deny any
fag stuff. I had to be able to convince them I was straight and just having
some sort of hormone problem or some such shit. And as far as I was
concerned, that's exactly what it was. I hadn't chosen all the things that
had happened to me. And as for my seemingly permanent hardon and the fact
that getting fucked made me cum, well, obviously it had to be some temporary
hormone imbalance. There was no fucking way I was getting turned on by all
this stuff.

When I reached the locker room, Mr. Cantwell and two of the other judges
were waiting for me. I recognized these men from the regional meets during
the year. Rick Cantwell was a tall dark haired man in his early forties. Dr.
Jim Fredricks was head of sports medicine at the college where we were
meeting. He was short and stocky in his late thirties, I estimated. He had
dark hair cut very short and a mustache. His polo shirt clung to his
muscular chest and arms. Andy Fisher was the college's swim coach. I had met
him when he came to a couple of the regional meets to check out the talent.
He was in his late twenties, just under six feet, with short blonde hair. He
had been in the Olympic trials as a swimmer a few years ago. The two other
judges weren't present. These three faced me now with grim expressions.

"I asked you two in here because young Mr. Parker here seems to have a
problem," Cantwell explained. "Parker, will you explain to Dr. Fredricks and
Coach Fisher just what you were doing or should I tell them?"

I fidgeted nervously as I stood in front of them, staring at the floor. In
my suit, my dick bulged obscenely, threatening to pop out at any minute. The
feeling in my ass had been intensified by my interrupted fingering.

I tried to explain. "I, um, I've been having this problem. I can't get my,
uh, dick to go down. I'm sorry. I just can't help it. I really didn't mean
to do anything wrong."

"I called these two in because your behavior is so bizarre that I'm
wondering if you're on some sort of drugs. I want the doctor to check you
out."

I shook my head. "No sir, I'm not on any drugs. I just . . . well I don't
really know why this is happening. But I'm sure I'll be OK."

"Maybe you'd better let me take a look, son," Dr. Fredricks said. "I need to
see the symptoms first. Pull down your suit and let's see the problem."

"I'd rather not. I just need to go somewhere to calm down."

Mr. Cantwell spoke up, "You mean you want to go somewhere and jack off. Pull
down the suit and let the doctor examine you."

Crimson with embarrassment, I slowly pulled my tight suit down under my hard
dick and balls, my dick standing up against my stomach, hard and leaky.

"How long have you been having this problem, Parker?" Coach Fisher asked.

"Um, a just a few days." I stared at the floor, ashamed to look them in the
eye.

"And have you been having sex?"

I tried to think of an answer to that one. If any of the gay stuff of the
last week came up, no one would believe that I hadn't wanted to do it. I
also knew that one look at my ass and it was going to be hard to deny much.
Maybe if I told them something, they'd drop it.

"Well, yeah, I've got this girlfriend and I guess we've done it some lately
and, well, I guess I got sort of carried away by the feeling."

"I think that's an understatement. You are completely out of control," the
coach said. Turning to Dr. Fredrick, he continued, "Jim, you ever seen
anything like this?"

"It's rare for a boy to be so constantly stimulated. We're concerned that
you may be taking some kind of drugs. I think I better take a look at this,"
Dr. Fredrick said as he opened his bag and pulled out a pair of latex
gloves.

"No sir," I said nervously, "I'm not on drugs. This just seemed to happen.
I'm sure it'll pass."

"Well I'm not so sure. And I have a responsibility to check." He walked over
to me, reached down and took my dick in his hand. I groaned as he squeezed
it. A large drop of precum appeared at the tip. "Well you're certainly
aroused. How long had you been playing with yourself?"

"Oh, a few m-m-minutes," I stuttered as he continued to squeeze the head of
my dick and rub the juice around.

"Well the head seems awfully red and irritated for so short a time." He
pulled open the piss hole as wide as he could. More juice spilled out. "And
you certainly are leaking a lot. You play with yourself a lot don't you?"

I gritted my teeth, trying to speak without my voice shaking. "I don't know.
I guess so lately."

"Your nipples look a bit irritated as well. Do you play with them or is that
what this girlfriend does?" He rubbed his other hand back and forth across
my erect tits. I shuddered.

"I guess she does sometimes."

"And is the shaving of your pubic hair something you do yourself or is that
with her as well?" He ran his hand around my smooth crotch and under my
shaved balls.

I was trying to concentrate on what I was saying. "I, um, I guess I do that
myself. I needed to shave for swimming and got a little carried away."

"I should say so, young man," Mr. Cantwell commented. "There's not a hair on
your body. I think that's a bit extreme. Is this part of your sexual turn
on?"

"No, sir, I just . . ."

"And how often do you masturbate, son?" He pinched my left nipple. I drew in
my breath sharply. Coach Fisher and Mr. Cantwell watched my reactions.

"I don't know."

"Everyday?" He twisted my nipple slightly and squeezed the head of my dick.

"I g-g-guess so."

"More than once a day?" A long string of goo dripped toward the floor from
my dick as he rubbed the head.

"S-s-sometimes."

"Do you play with your nipples when you do?"

"I-I-I guess s-s-sometimes."

A group of guys who'd just finished their events came walking into the
locker room. Slowly they gathered to watch.

Coach Fisher explained, "Boys, Tim here seems to be having a problem as you
may have seen today. Dr. Fredrick is checking him out to make sure he's
alright."

"Now Tim," the doctor continued, "Do you ever engage in anal stimulation
while masturbating?"

I cringed at the question in front of all the people watching me. "I don't
know."

"Perhaps I should check. Please pull your suit down in the back and bend
over."

"No, I don't have any problem back there," I said quickly. "I'm fine."

"Let me be the judge of that," the doctor ordered.

He released my nipple and my dick. My hard cock slapped up against my
stomach. I slowly pulled my suit down off my butt and bent forward. I felt
the doctor's hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart.

"My goodness. You do have a problem here. Do you have an explanation for the
state of your asshole, Tim?"

I closed my eyes and took a breath. All eyes in the room were on my swollen,
raw hole. How was I going to handle this? Even if I lied, they might hear
the truth from some of the others.

"I, uh, I guess I have played with my ass sometimes."

"You did this yourself?"

I thought fast. "Yeah, well, I guess it's a little game my girlfriend and I
play." I knew I was going out on a limb with this but anything was better
than the truth.

"She plays with your anus?"

"Um, well, yeah. Sometimes." Well, she had that night with Jeremy and Greg.
So it wasn't a total lie.

"I better check you inside. Spread your legs further."

Trembling, I did as he said. I knew how easily stimulating my ass could send
me over the edge. I tried to concentrate on keeping control. I felt his
finger against my asshole. It twitched immediately from the contact. A glob
of precum dripped to the floor from my dick.

"Very sensitive. You seem very aroused by anal contact." He began to push
his finger into me. The crowd of swimmers and a couple of coaches was
growing around us. I shut my eyes tight and tried to put it all out of my
mind. Not that I had the slightest delusion that it would work. As the
doctor's finger worked deeper into me, my breathing became more labored.
With my hands, I braced myself on the bench in front of me to keep from
falling over.

"Your anal entrance is quite stretched. What is it that you stick in there?"

I thought for a minute. "Jennie has a vibrator." I heard giggles from the
crowd.

"It must be a large one."

I felt his finger drawing close to the sensitive bump inside me. I tried to
prepare myself for the feeling. I couldn't. The moment he began rubbing
against that hard knot inside, a load of cum shot out of my dick, coating
the bench in front of me.

"AAAAHHH," I yelled as I kept cumming. I heard gasps and laughter.

The doctor still had his finger inside me. "Your prostate is very swollen.
And apparently easily stimulated. This would indicate to me that you've been
involved in anal stimulation for quite a while and quite frequently. Is that
true?" He twisted his finger and my dick shot one more volley of cum.

"I, uh, I g-g-guess," I panted.

"Have you been involved in homosexual activity, Tim?"

The room was silent, waiting for my answer. "Um, I, well, I'm straight,
sir."

"You don't become aroused by other men's bodies?"

"I, uh, I told you I have a girlfriend."

"You didn't answer my question. Well, we should find out what's going on
with you." He turned to the crowd of boys behind us. "Boys, you better hit
the showers. We need to talk with Tim ourselves."

I wanted to get out of there. I knew that the team would be leaving on the
bus in another hour or so. And while I wasn't looking forward to being on
the bus with them, at least it would be heading me in the right direction:
home, where I could lock myself on my room and try to pull myself together.
So if I could just last until then, I'd be OK.

The crowd slowly walked away, clearly regretting not being able to see the
rest of the spectacle. I, on the other hand, was relieved to see them go.
Now if I could just convince the doctor and the coach that I was straight,
things would be alright.

The doctor turned to Mr. Cantwell. " Rick, go tell Nick Montini that I've
decided to give Tim Parker a thorough examination. Explain the reasons. I'm
sure he's as concerned as we are. Tell him not to wait, that we'll make
arrangements getting him back later. He'll understand."

Cantwell nodded and headed back out to the pool. I wasn't sure whether to be
upset or relieved. On one hand, I now wasn't sure when I'd get home. On the
other hand, I wouldn't have to put up with the abuse of the guys on the bus.
Maybe this would be all right after all.

"Pull up your suit and come up to the exam room."

I pulled my suit back up, which wasn't easy with my dick still almost fully
hard. I followed them up the stairs and into the exam room. There was a
metal examining table in the middle. The room was small and very warm. Since
the regular school year was over, the air conditioning wasn't on. I was
already sweating from nervousness and the erotic feelings I couldn't shake.

Once inside, the doctor motioned me to the middle of the room, by the table.
The two of them stood around me.

"Now, you say you're not attracted to men, correct?" the doctor asked.

I fidgeted for a second. "I'm straight, doctor. I like girls."

"And you've never thought about a man's dick, right?"

Well, that was pushing it. "I don't know. I guess I've noticed them."

"And you've never wanted to touch one?"

I thought of Jeff. "No, not really. Well, maybe just . . . you know,
wondering, I mean, sort of curious." I figured if I was partly honest maybe
I could convince them. "But you know, not really wanting to. Just curiosity
or something."

"Have you ever wanted to take one in your mouth?"

"Um, uh, no. I wouldn't do that. That's for queers. I'm no fag. Fags are a
bunch of swishy perverts." I thought again of Jeff. And I thought of some of
the dicks that had been in my mouth. I could taste the flavor of flesh, feel
the ridge of the head on my tongue. And for some reason that caused me to be
even more excited. I tried to chase that thought away.

"Are you sure, Tim? You seem to be aroused by the idea." They both watched
as my dick jerked and a new supply of precum began to ooze from the tip.

"I told you, I just seem to be horny all the time. That doesn't mean I'm a
faggot. I fuck girls." I was trembling a little now.

"Really. How many have you fucked?"

"Um, well, just one. But we've fucked a lot." Well, I was going to get as
much mileage out of Jennie as I could. Maybe I could sound convincing.

"And you're not gay?"

"God, no. Doctor, you have to believe me. I hate fags. I could never be one
of those." I was practically yelling now.

The doctor watched my reaction with interest. "Well, we'll see what's
causing this problem for you. Let me go up to my office and get a few
things. Andy, you keep an eye on him."

As soon as the doctor left, Coach Fisher said. "Damn, it's hot in here." I
could see sweat seeping through his tight tee shirt. He grabbed the shirt
and pulled it up over his head, revealing his hairy muscular chest. I stared
at his big pecs with their half dollar sized nipples. The coach smiled as he
saw my attention. I couldn't seem to pull my eyes away from him.

"So you like my chest, huh? You are a little queer aren't you?"

I snapped out of my haze. "No sir! Look, I really mean it. I'm not queer."

"So if I were to show you my dick, it would have no effect on you." He
unzipped his shorts and pulled out his fat dick. It lay heavily in his hand,
about half hard.

My dick reacted by jerking up and down, the tip poking its way out of my
Speedos.

Coach Fisher smiled at my reaction. "And touching it wouldn't arouse you at
all?" He moved toward me. Standing right in front of me, he continued, "Take
my dick in your hand, kid."

My hand shook as I reached toward his hard dick. It felt hot in the palm of
my hand. His thick shaft filled my hand, the large knob of a head pointing
toward me. My dick jerked more in response.

"You want to taste it don't you?"

I found myself staring at the big pole in my hand. I could feel it getting
harder, growing to about nine incredibly fat inches. Part of me did want to
run my tongue over the wide head of it. I couldn't believe I was thinking
that. But I shook my head. "N-no, I don't want to do that."

"Are you sure? You seem awfully interested in it. Get on your knees and lick
it. I want to see your reaction. Show me how much you don't want to suck my
big dick."

Tears filled my eyes. "Please, Coach, don't make me do that."

"Get on your knees!" he commanded. I did as he said. His dick, still in my
hand, loomed in front of my face. Studying it closely, I licked my lips
without realizing it. Seeing that, he stepped closer, rubbing the head
against my lips.

"Oh, yeah, you want it. Go ahead and suck it. Let's see how straight you
are."

Knowing I had no choice, I opened my mouth and let the head of his dick
slide in. He continued to shove the shaft into my mouth until the head hit
my throat.

"Yeah, that's what you wanted. Now suck."

He started pumping his dick in and out of my mouth. I took it the best I
could, trying not to gag as it poked into my throat. I heard the door open
as the coach plugged my lips. It was the doctor coming back in, carrying a
black bag. He stood and looked as the coach fucked my face.

Coach Fisher turned to the doctor. "He couldn't resist my dick. He was so
pathetic I had to give it to him."

"So I see," the doctor replied, coming closer to observe. "He certainly
seems to get into sucking. But that's not surprising. I didn't think his
claims to be straight were true. Look at how hard he is."

It was true. My dick throbbed against my sweaty stomach. Precum dripped down
my belly into my shorts as I took the coach's thick meat in my throat. Part
of me was turned on. But I kept trying to fight that urge, that part of me
that was excited by the taste of his shaft sliding over my tongue. I
couldn't, wouldn't let myself actually like that taste. And yet, why was I
so hard and dripping?

Fisher kept pumping deeper into my throat. Involuntarily, I felt my throat
open to his invasion, allowing the head of his cock to slide in more. I
could tell that he was getting close to cumming. Suddenly he grabbed my head
and jammed his hard post all the way into my mouth. I felt his hot fluid
shoot into me. I gulped down the repeated shots. My dick ached with the
desire to cum.

The doctor spoke from across the room. "Now that he's had his fun, get him
up on the table here. I think it's time for a complete examination."

Coach Fisher pulled his dick out of my mouth and dragged me to my feet.

"Doctor he made me do that," I croaked. "I'm no queer. Please believe me."

"Well, if you're not you're certainly doing a good job of acting like one.
But let's see how you react to a few tests before drawing any conclusions."

Before I knew it, I was lying on my back on the examining table. The coach
grabbed my arms and secured them over my head to leather straps at the head
of the table.

At the same time, the doctor pulled my Speedos down my legs and off my feet.
"You won't be needing these. Not that they cover much anyway."

I struggled against it, but soon they were off and I found myself naked
again. He threw the suit over in the corner and then secured my feet in the
stirrups at the foot of the table and pulled me down so that my ass was
spread open, right at the edge. There was a mirror on the wall so that I
could see myself, my ass spread and my dick hard and dripping on my stomach.
The heat of the room and my nervousness had me drenched in sweat.

I felt the doctor swab my arm with a cotton ball. Then there was a brief jab
of a needle.

"I need to get a blood sample to see if there are any drugs in your system."
He drew the blood he needed and labeled the test tube with my name. Then he
got another hypodermic out of his bag.

"Now I think we need to do a more detailed examination of the anal activity
you've been involved in. This will relax you." Before I could protest, he
injected the needle into my arm.

"Now I need to get a good look in there." Inserting two gloved fingers of
each hand into my aching hole, he stretched me open. I groaned, but could
already feel a strange fogginess coming over me. Whatever the doctor had
given me had me sort of floating somewhere between consciousness and sleep.
I still felt his intrusion in my ass but it felt miles away. I lay back on
the table, lost in a swirl of feelings: The fingers in my ass; my hard and
dripping dick; the throbbing bump inside me. I felt the doctor's fingers
touch that bump and a thick drool of cum began oozing out of my dick. I
wasn't shooting, it was more like a long slow cum, with waves of feeling
coursing through my cock and balls. I moaned as cum dribbled all over my
belly and down my sides.

"Yes, he's certainly into getting it up the ass," the doctor observed, still
massaging my swollen prostate. Cum continued to pump out of my dick in slow
pulses. I squirmed on the table, part of me horrified at what was happening
to me, the other part caught up in the overwhelming feeling.

The doctor observed closely my responses. "This is very interesting. Any
stimulation of his prostate seems to cause ejaculation. I want to try a
little experiment." Pulling his fingers from my still quivering hole, he
walked over to the counter to get something. Even with my ass now empty, I
still felt the slow pulse of excitement going through me. It slowly ebbed as
the feeling inside me faded.

I tried to talk. It was hard to get the words out between the waves of
orgasm coming over me and the effect of the drug. "Please . . . uh . . . I
just . . . I'm not . . ."

"Don't worry, Tim. You're going to enjoy this."

The doctor had wheeled a cart with some sort of electrical device over next
to the table. There were several wires protruding from it. He picked up two
of them. I could see that they had small clips attached to the ends. I
watched as he clipped them to my nipples. I yelled from the pain as they bit
into the tender skin.

"You'll get used to it in a moment. Let's try a little test to see how you
react to this."

He turned a knob on the box. I felt a slight buzz going through my nipples,
feeling like light pricks of many tiny needles. I squirmed on the table. At
the same time my dick began leaking again, sliding around in the cum that
already coated my stomach.

"OOOOH, ST-ST-STOP!" I yelled. And yet I was aroused by the feeling. The
pain seemed to make me even hornier. I couldn't understand it. The doctor
turned off the machine. The feeling stopped but my nipples still ached.

"I'll give you a moment to catch your breath there," Doctor Fredricks said.
"Don't worry, it's just a very low electrical charge. Nothing that would
hurt you. And now, again." He turned the knob two notches this time. The
feeling in my nipples was excruciating. I jerked back and forth on the
table, yelling. But my dick ached from hardness and was still leaking like
crazy. I could feel my balls twitching. He flipped the knob off again.

"Well we've established that you like that. Now let's try something else."

I was nearly delirious with pain, lust and the effect of the shot. I waited
quietly to see what would happen next.

"You know it is awfully hot in here," he said. "I know you won't mind if I
get a little more comfortable." He pulled his polo shirt over his head and
dropped it on the counter. He had a muscular chest covered with black hair
that had been clipped short.

He picked up another instrument, a long black wand with a small metallic
ball at the end. Moving between my legs, he rubbed the tip of it along the
area between my balls and my ass. He pressed a button on the handle and
suddenly I felt another jolt on that sensitive area. My back arched off the
table and my dick jumped several times in response. My mouth opened wide but
no sound came out. He stopped and I dropped back to the table. A stream of
precum ran from my twitching dick.

"That seems to do it for you too. Now the real test."

He started inserting the wand in my ass. I could feel it work its way in
until the tip was touching that swollen bump. He rubbed it against that for
a few seconds. My balls drew up beneath my pulsing cock. He pressed the
button and I felt the prickly feeling inside me. Immediately cum shot out of
my dick, splashing against my chin and coating my chest in wave after wave.

"AAAGH!" I gasped for air. I'd never felt anything like this. It was painful
but so incredibly erotic I thought I'd have a heart attack. He released the
button and my orgasm subsided. I lay trembling on the table, my chest
heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

"You liked that, didn't you?"

"N-no," I grunted.  "P-p-please, I can't take . . .OOOH!"

"Sure you can." He pressed the button again. I felt another load build and
shoot out, covering me with more cum. He stopped and it subsided gradually
again.

"The swollen state of your prostate is causing you to produce a tremendous
amount of semen. You probably feel the need to cum all the time, don't you?"

"Y-yeah," I whispered, "but please don't."

"It would probably make you more comfortable to be drained a few times. I
could do this several more times before you'd be completely drained. But let
me change the setting here and show you something else." He turned a knob on
the machine and pressed the button again.

"Oh! God!" I moaned.

This time the feeling was slight, like a single pin poking at me slowly.
Dribbles of cum oozed out of my dick, running down my sides. I was now lying
in a pool of sweat and cum. My whole mind was centered on the feeling in my
ass. He released the button again and began to withdraw the wand.

But something in me didn't want him to. I missed the feeling. My mind
drifted to images of the times I'd been fucked in the past week. I
remembered Wayne pushing his huge dick into me, and Greg and Jeremy taking
turns at my ass. As the doctor began to remove the wand, I found myself
pushing my ass down to try to hold it in me.

"You want something in your ass don't you?"

In my drugged state, I mumbled, "Oh, yeah, please I need it. Fill me up. It
feels so empty."

"You've grown to like anal stimulation haven't you? What have you had stuck
up there?"

"Um, fingers, . . . a dildo, . . . a plug, . . . and . . . and . . ." I
tried not to say it.

"And what?"

"Dicks," I said softly, unable to resist any more, "Guys have stuck their
dicks in me."

He rubbed his finger against my sore hole. "But you said you were straight.
And yet you enjoy men's cocks inside you. They make you cum don't they?"

"I am straight. I didn't want it. But they make me cum."

"You want it right now, don't you?"

I paused. But I had to say it.

"Yeah. It feels so empty. I need something rubbing that thing, that prostate
thing," I went on drunkenly. "It feels good when you rub that prostate
thing."

"What is it you want, boy? Tell me what you need."

"I need . . . to be fucked. I need a cock in my ass. Please, fuck me." My
voice was slurred and it was like another person was talking. I could hear
myself but it sounded to me like I was talking from another place. A voice
inside me kept telling me to shut up and try to preserve a little bit of
dignity. But I was aching inside and horny beyond anything I'd ever felt. I
went on rambling. "Oh, please fill my ass. It feels so empty. Fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me." I was rolling my hips and clenching my ass cheeks as I
squirmed on the table.

"My God," said Coach Fisher as he watched me. "What a little whore. He's
just obsessed with cock." I could see him standing there, rubbing his crotch
as he watched me. Watching his hard dick in his shorts just made me hotter.
My own boner was still dripping on my stomach.

They could both see where I was looking. "Well, should we see what happens
if he gets some?" Coach Fisher asked the doctor.

"Go ahead. It should answer a few questions."

The coach stripped off his shorts. He stood naked, stroking his hard meat.
My eyes were glued to the tube of flesh that I desperately wanted inside me.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, squeezing his hard cock.

All my resistance was gone. I still didn't believe I was queer but right
now, that didn't matter. I wanted something in my ass to pump away at that
insistent, maddening itch. I nodded.

I got my wish. The coach began to push his dick into me. I could feel it
spread me open and slide deeper into my hungry hole.

"Goddamn!" the coach yelled. "His cunt is just swallowing my dick! I can
feel it milking away at it. He is one hot little cunt boy." He began pumping
my hole, his hips slapping against my butt cheeks.

In the meantime, the doctor had turned the current back on to the clamps on
my nipples. The low sting of electricity bit at me like little ants nipping
at my sensitive tits. My dick jumped and leaked more and more. The
combination of the nipple play and the fat dick in my ass drove me quickly
to another orgasm. I thrashed on the table, my load drooling down my stomach
and sides.

"That's it," yelled the coach, "shoot your load you little bitch. Show us
how straight you are."

I moaned louder. Suddenly, I felt something against my lips, looking up I
saw the doctor standing over me, naked, his fat nine inch dick poised to
enter my mouth.

"Maybe you won't be so noisy if you have something to suck on," he said.
"Open up."

I let him slide his dick into my mouth without argument. What good would it
do?

I could feel the coach pumping harder, every thrust jarring my whole body. I
knew it wouldn't be long until he shot his hot cum into me. And in moments,
he did. Shot after shot filled my hungry ass. It seemed momentarily to
soothe the scratchy ache inside me. At the same time, the doctor increased
the current to my nipples. Another couple of volleys of cum shot from my
dick as I moaned around the doctor's cock in a combination of pain and
ecstasy. And then it was over. I felt Coach Fisher begin to pull out. The
doctor also pulled out of my mouth. I felt empty again.

But not for long. The doctor came around behind me, holding his wet hard
cock and aiming for my ass. After the coach's pummeling, the doctor's dick
slid right in. as he fucked me he took my dick in his hand and repeatedly
flicked at the head. The coach, still naked and watching the scene, picked
up the wand lying on the cart and touched the tip to the head of my dick. I
bit my lip hard from the pain but it also felt so hot. A few more shots of
that as the doctor built toward cumming in my ass, and I was ready to shoot
again. Another load splashed onto my stomach. Seconds later the doctor shot
too, his load joining the collection inside me.

And as he did, I passed out.

The doctor checked me to make sure I was OK and then removed the clamps from
my nipples. The two of them unstrapped me and pulled me to a sitting
position on the table. The doctor then broke an ammonia ampoule under my
nose. I coughed a few times and slowly became aware of where I was again.
The room still swam around me. I tried to think of what had happened but it
was sort of hazy. I heard the doctor speak to me.

"Your nipples and penis are very raw and sensitive. I'm going to give you
something to help that. OK, Tim?"

I nodded wordlessly. I felt him take hold of my dick, still half-hard and
slowly dripping the last remnants of cum. Suddenly there was a sharp
sensation. I looked down to see him inject a hypodermic needle into the head
of my dick. I moaned.

"Don't worry it'll only hurt for a second." He finished injecting me there
and reached for my left tit. Pulling it as far as he could, he stuck the
needle in again and pushed the plunger. Then he repeated it with the right
nipple.

"There now. You should feel better in a while. How do you feel right now,
Tim?"

Dazed, I mumbled, "I'm not sure."

"Feeling a little less horny?"

"I-I don't know."

"Well, maybe by the next meet, you'll have yourself under control."

"Uh-huh."

"Just lie down for a few minutes and you'll feel better."

"OK." They lowered me back onto the table and I closed my eyes. In seconds,
I was out cold.

The two of them stood there looking at my naked cum covered body.

The coach shook his head. "Hard to believe this is the same kid who was
involved in that little incident last year. Guess what goes around comes
around."

"Yeah, Nick Montini has been waiting for an opportunity to get him back ever
since that happened. This kid and his friend ruined one of our best
athlete's career by spreading rumors about him. Marty might have made the
Olympic wrestling team if this little shit and his friend Taylor hadn't
spread the word that they caught him in the men's room sucking dick. I can
still remember overhearing the smug little asshole shouting about it in the
locker room. They had quite a little laugh about that. Well the laugh's on
him now. Marty was a good friend of Nick's and mine, and of Larry Erskin's,
this kid's stepfather. Nick and Larry were already sure the kid was a fag
too. They'd seen him staring at guys' dicks, getting a hardon if you touched
him but acting like a self-righteous little prick. So they decided it was
time he learned his lesson. If he was so curious about guys, why not get a
little experience. Nick called me last night and told me what to expect. I
was glad to help."

"So now what?"

"Oh, I've made some arrangements for him to get home. We just need to drop
him over at the dorm. And those injections I just gave him should start
taking effect soon."

"What are those for?"

"They'll cause some swelling in his dickhead and his tits," the doctor
explained. "I talked to George Gordon earlier and he's going to continue
them later. They'll also be extremely sensitive. It's going to be very
uncomfortable to feel any clothing rubbing against it -- and very erotic."

"With that overactive prostate of his, he could hardly get much more horny.
If he sees a guy who turns him on. Speaking of clothes though, have you got
something for him to wear? We can't take him around campus naked and those
speedos of his aren't much better."

"Actually I do have something," the doctor said, walking over to a closet
and pulling out a pair of white cotton coveralls. "These are here for the
research staff to use. Unfortunately this pair has a broken zipper. It only
comes up to about waist level. But I think it will be enough to get him
around to the dorm. It'll be interesting to see how long he can stand to
keep them on. The material's a little rough.

After the two of them got dressed, they unstrapped my feet and pulled the
coveralls on me, dragging me to my feet as they did. The doctor zipped them
as far as they would go, right below my navel. I was semi-conscious but not
really clear on what was going on around me.

"He's awake enough to take him over to Max's room. Max said he'd leave his
door unlocked if he went out."

"So you're taking him to Max? That should be interesting." The coach smiled.

"Well, Max and his brother are heading down for where this kid lives in the
morning. So what better place for him?"

As they helped me out the door and down the steps, the coach nodded in
agreement. "You're right I can't think of any place better."

TO BE CONTINUED . . .