Date: Mon, 8 May 2017 03:02:39 +0000
From: Shaverboy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Curiosity chapter 19

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 19 - DORM FEVER

Spinning.

The room was spinning.

And hot.

And . . .

I lifted my head -- big mistake. It just made me feel dizzy. I squeezed my
eyes shut for a moment and took a few deep breaths.

I opened my eyes and looked around. I was lying on one of two twin beds in a
dorm room, wearing a pair of thin white coveralls, soaked in sweat. It was
hot and stuffy in the room, even with the fan over by the open window
buzzing away. There was the musty smell of sweaty socks. I saw a pile of
dirty laundry in the corner next to a set of weights. There were pictures
from magazines pinned up on the walls. Some were Playboy centerfolds. Others
were pictures of body builders posing or lifting. Slowly I sat up.

Where the hell was I? I tried to remember what had happened. I'd been at the
swim meet. All the disasters of that came back to me: losing my suit in
front of the crowd, shooting my load, meeting Frank and the others in the
bathroom. Then I remembered being caught by Mr. Cantwell while I was jacking
off in the bathroom. And the doctor examining me. I remembered following him
and the coach up to his office. But after that, it was kind of blurry. He'd
given me a shot. And then . . . something.

I stood up. My nipples rubbed against the coveralls sending a shiver through
me. The material felt like sandpaper against them. I reached in and felt my
left nipple. It was hard and seemed swollen. A dry crust of cum covered my
chest and stomach. There was a mirror on the door and I walked over to take
a look. Pulling the coveralls off my shoulders, I looked at my nipples. They
looked larger than usual, almost an inch and a half across and sticking out
almost a half inch. The nubs, usually kind of small, were the size of large
erasers. Every time I touched them, it sent that chill through me. But there
was something else.

As I stood there feeling my tits, my dick jerked toward partial erection.
The head rubbed against the material of the coveralls. The rubbing seemed to
itch and sting. I reached down inside and felt my dick. The head seemed
bigger, wider. I shrugged the coveralls off my shoulders, letting them fall
to my ankles. Looking in the mirror, I studied my cock. The head was
definitely bigger. It crowned my eight-inch dick flaring out almost a
quarter inch around the ridge. And the piss hole seemed bigger as well. It
was extremely tender to the touch. Just my examining had my dick hard again,
a drop of precum emerging. Looking at my shaved balls, I could swear they
looked bigger too. I resisted the urge to feel my ass. The itch inside still
bothered me, throbbing away, aching to be rubbed. But I tried to leave it
alone.

I realized that I had no idea whose room I was in, or when he might come
back. I quickly pulled the coveralls back up. I tried to zip them up but the
zipper jammed after the first couple of inches, stopping about an inch and a
half below my navel. I found my sticky Speedos stuffed in the pocket. I
realized that these were the only clothes I had: no shoes, no socks, no
underwear, nothing. My wallet and keys were in my backpack, which I'd left
on the bus, which I knew was probably already almost back home by now. I
hoped someone would leave my stuff in my locker back at school.

I sat back down on the bed. Every time I moved, the cloth rubbing against my
tits and dick seemed to make my dick harder and my tits more hard and
tender. I would have loved to strip but I didn't dare. I slowly rubbed my
nipples. I could feel my dick oozing, dribbling goo down my leg and making a
wet spot on the white material.

I spotted a note taped to the pillow. I'd been so groggy I hadn't noticed it
before. I picked it up and read it.

'Tim, Had to go out for a while. Be back about 6 with some pizza. Help
yourself to something in the fridge. Max'

Who the hell was Max? Obviously, he knew me. The mention of pizza got my
stomach rumbling. I realized I hadn't eaten anything all day. I went over to
the little refrigerator by the desk. I glanced at the unopened mail on the
desk addressed to Max Collier. That still rang no bells. Opening the
refrigerator, I got a Power bar and a beer. I ate the Power bar in about
five seconds and got another one out. The damn things had never tasted so
good.

I opened the beer and sat back down on the bed, trying to figure out what
was going on. Without even thinking about it, I rubbed my hard dick through
the seemingly rough cotton material. Every movement caused my dick to jerk
more. The wet spot on the coveralls was now about four inches in diameter.

I remembered the doctor had said he'd make arrangements about getting me
home. Maybe Max was my ride. I found myself getting nervous. Every new
person I'd encountered for the past week had somehow gotten the impression
that I was queer. And they'd taken advantage of me, getting me to suck dicks
and take it up the ass.

OK, maybe this Max would be a good guy. I'd had it with all the abuse I'd
taken in the last week, particularly in the past two days. From looking
around the room, I figured this Max must be a jock. Somebody like Jeff or
like me. He certainly wouldn't be into that queer shit. He'd be a regular
guy, like Jeff.

I found myself thinking of Jeff again. What was I going to tell him about
what had gone on with me the last week? Nothing, that's what! No way I
wanted him to know what had happened. And yet . . . part of me did. I
thought of that night last summer, jacking off together. And somehow, I
wanted to do that again. I wanted to . . .

NO! I tried to stomp on the thought. I was straight. I was not some stinking
fag. I just needed to find a new girl to fuck. (I figured Jennie wasn't
likely to be up for a return engagement at this point.) Maybe Jeff and I
could go out and find a couple of girls this week. Maybe we'd drive them out
to the lake, get them a little high, and go skinny-dipping. And then, fuck
in the moonlight. I tried to imagine it. In my mind, I could see myself
slipping my dick into some girl's tight cunt. Maybe the swollen head on my
dick would come in handy. I could imagine pumping away while Jeff did the
same a few feet away. I could see his hard butt pumping up and down as he
stuck that big dick of his into a hot pussy. I could see his tanned skin
glistening in the soft light.

Shit! I was doing it again. But the image wouldn't leave my mind. The
feeling of clothing against my skin was becoming really uncomfortable and my
balls ached with the need to cum again. I took another swig of beer as I sat
there sweating from the heat and the horniness I couldn't seem to fight.
Maybe a cold shower would help. I was a sweaty cum covered mess. And
besides, it would give me a chance to get out of these clothes.

I stood up. My hard cock tented the front of the coveralls. The head of my
dick ached as it pressed against the material. Yeah, a shower sounded really
good.

Just then, the door opened. I panicked, trying to figure how to hide my
obvious hardon. But there was no time. Through the door walked a big guy
with dark hair wearing a pair of red gym shorts and a tight black tank top.
When I say big, that really doesn't begin to describe it. At about six feet
one or two, this guy was one big mountain of muscle. His face was clean
shaven and handsome. His massive chest was smooth and tanned. I stood
frozen, trying to take it all in. He smiled and put the pizza he held on the
desk.

"Hey, you look a hell of a lot better," he said cheerfully, "Man, you really
looked like hammered shit when the doc and the coach brought you over. How
ya feelin' now?"

So this was Max. I caught myself staring at him. I stammered a reply. "I,
uh, yeah, I guess I just needed a rest."

Glancing at my crotch, he said, "Looks like you had some good dreams -- or
you need to hit the john."

I blushed. "Yeah, I was thinking about a shower too. I'm kind of a mess from
the heat."

"Yeah the fucking college is too damn cheap to run the air with only a few
people in the dorm this weekend. I'll show you where the shower is. Right
down the hall. Or did you want to eat first?"

"I am really hungry. But I probably should clean up right afterwards.

"Well, help yourself to another beer and let's chow down, dude. And grab me
one while you're at it."

I got two more beers out of the fridge and sat back down on the bed. Max
brought the pizza over. We dug in. I was starved. While we ate, Max told me
a little about himself. He was twenty-two, a senior at the college and was
there for some summer classes and helping out with a weightlifting clinic.
It had ended yesterday but he had had to wait until today for his brother to
get free to come pick him up. The next summer session didn't start for
another week so he was looking forward to a week at home. He would be here
soon and we'd head back to my hometown together.

As he talked, I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from his big
muscular body. His chest was so incredibly massive and chiseled in every
detail. The tank top revealed most of it, only covering the nipples, which
tented the thin black material. His legs were huge, shaved smooth and tan.
His red gym shorts hugged his big hard butt and showed a large bulge in the
front. He had kicked off his sandals and lounged on the bed with his large
feet up, crossed at the ankles. Something about his face seemed almost
familiar. Not exactly, but certain features that I recognized but couldn't
quite place. But mostly he just exuded sexiness. Being just a couple of feet
away from him made me nervous. I fidgeted on the bed, the feeling of my
clothes rubbing my body becoming more uncomfortable. And I could feel that
twitch in my ass again. I crossed my legs to hide my hard dick. I realized
he'd stopped talking and was just looking at me, watching my stares with a
smile. He spoke up, dispelling the trance and my staring.

"You said you wanted to take a shower?"

I snapped out of it. "Uh, yeah. I could probably use one."

"It's down the hall to the right. You'll need this." He got up and went over
to the chest by the door. He handed me a towel and a bar of soap. I kept
looking at him as I took it and stood up.

He stretched, pushing his huge arms over his head. "I may take one too in a
few minutes. It's so fucking hot in here. Maybe by the time we get back my
brother will be here," he said looking at me as well.

"Oh. That's great." I sort of wanted more time with him alone. Max seemed
nice. And I needed nice after all I'd been through. And I had to admit there
was something else. I kind of liked looking at his hot body. I tried to put
that thought out of my head as I headed down the hall.

I entered the shower room and went to the last stall. I hung up my towel and
quickly stripped off the coveralls. It felt great to be free of the
irritating rubbing. I turned on the water and got into the shower. The water
was refreshing as it cascaded over my sweaty body. My dick was hard against
my stomach. The feeling of the water hitting it and my sore nipples tingled.
I took it in my hand, stroking it slowly. The head was definitely swollen
and very tender to touch. I ran my thumb over it, spreading the slick precum
all over it. The sensation sent a shiver all through me. I felt my asshole
quiver and the swollen bump of my prostate throbbed even more. With my other
hand, I rubbed my sore, enlarged nipples. That seemed to increase the
leaking from my dick even more. My legs began to shake. I vaguely remembered
something the doctor had said about my swollen prostate making me produce
more cum. That was probably why my balls seemed bigger. And why I needed to
cum so bad. I started stroking faster. I reached back and fingered my
bruised hole. Slowly, I worked two fingers in and out, rubbing that bump
inside and sending myself quickly over the edge. With shaking legs, I shot
wad after wad of jizz all over the wall of the shower. I slumped against the
wall, panting, letting the water wash the residue of cum off of me. I didn't
even hear the door to the shower room open.

I was still recovering when I heard someone turn on the water in the stall
next to me. Startled, I tried to pull myself together and get back to
washing myself off.

"Hey, Tim," I heard Max yell from the next stall, "feeling better?"

I trembled a bit as I replied. "Yeah, thanks, man. A lot better."

"Damn that water feels good. Sorry I took so long. A couple of guys who are
here for the football clinic stopped me in the hall for directions. I
invited them by for a beer later but I think they were going out to some
party."

My heart was pounding. My dick started expanding again. There was something
about him that just made me nervous. And horny. And I really didn't want
that. I certainly didn't want him to think I was a fag too.

"Hey, dude would you give me that soap. I forgot that was the only bar I
had."

Maybe I could just hand him the soap real fast and dash back to my stall.
But part of me wanted to see him -- all of him.

I cleared my throat to respond. "Oh, sure."

I got the soap and stepped out of the stall and over to his. I planned to
just reach inside the curtain and hand it to him so he wouldn't see my hard
dick standing out from my shaved crotch. But as I reached in, the curtain
opened. There stood Max. He was turned almost with his back to me, facing
the showerhead. I watched the water gushing down his huge muscled back, over
his big smooth butt, and down his firmly defined legs. He looked over his
shoulder at me. I tried to stand in a way that he couldn't see my twitching
hardon.

He smiled. "Hey, Tim. Do me a favor and soap up my back, will ya? All the
salt from sweating really has it kind of itchy."

"Well, I, uh," I stammered. I hadn't expected this. I wanted to touch him
and yet I was scared of my own strange reactions.

"Hey, don't worry. When you do weight competitions all the time, you get
used to other guys touching you. From rub downs and oiling up and shit. But
if it freaks you out . . ."

But I couldn't say no. That would be a shitty way to act after he'd been so
accommodating and friendly. "OK, sure."

I stepped into the stall behind him and started lathering up his back. I
could feel the hard muscles rippling beneath his skin. I tried to keep my
hands from shaking. My dick was rock hard and I stood back a bit so it
wouldn't rub against him.

"Hey that feels good, man. Rub my shoulders, dude." I reached up to soap his
broad muscled shoulders. He backed up toward me. His ass protruded back
toward my hard cock. I shifted to keep the two from touching. By now my dick
was hurting it was so hard. I had no control over its reaction. He stepped
back again and my dick rubbed against his big butt cheek. I sucked in my
breath, my heart pounding from the feeling of my dick against his skin.

Max turned around. I pulled back from him but he grabbed my shoulder.
Looking down he saw my hard dick and smiled.

"You're kind of turned on by this, aren't you?"

"Hey, look, I'm sorry man. I just seem to be really horny today. It doesn't
mean . . ."

"Look, it's OK with me. I don't care whether you get off on guys. I saw you
looking at me earlier. Fine with me. I don't care if you're a fag. I can
enjoy getting off with anybody. Just as long as I get off. Know what I
mean?"

"But I'm not. I'm not a fag, Max. I just, well, things have been a little
crazy lately and I get really horny and sort of can't control it. I didn't
mean to be staring at you." I was desperate for him to know this wasn't my
scene. At the same time, I wanted to look at him. I wanted to get a good
look at his naked body. I tried not to look at him. He was staring right at
me and I tried to turn away. But in the small stall, there wasn't much of
anything else to see but his big body.

"Hey, I don't care. But if you're so interested in getting off, let's get
off together."

I glanced down and my eyes widened. His dick, about half hard, hung thickly
between his legs. Even in this state it was almost ten inches and as thick
as a drain pipe on a sink. The plum size head kept jerking upward,
continuing its trek toward full erection. He was shaved except for a small
crescent shaped patch over the huge thing. His smooth ball sack hung low
beneath it, holding two big orbs the size of golf balls. I couldn't tear my
eyes away from his crotch.

I tried to speak. "But I . . . don't . . . do that."

"Are you sure? You seem awful interested. Come on, admit it You're wanting
to touch it. It's OK. Go ahead." He reached out and took mine in his hand
squeezing the sensitive head.

"OOOH!" I moaned. He started stroking me slowly. I leaned against the wall
to brace myself. I kept looking at his big pole, now standing out at a
45-degree angle and over 11 inches. My curiosity got the best of me once
again. I reached over with a trembling hand and gripped the heavy shaft. I
could barely get my hand halfway around it.

"See, I knew you wanted to," he said softly, "Now stroke it." He continued
to stroke mine and took my left nipple between the fingers of his other
hand. He pulled on it lightly as I started rubbing my hand up and down his
big post. I moaned again.

"Yeah I thought you looked like you get into having your nips worked." He
squeezed harder, twisting it and rubbing it with his big fingers. "Those
tits look like they get a lot of play. I like that too. And this." He bent
down and licked my right nipple. Taking it between his teeth, he bit it
teasingly and pulled. Precum was pouring out of my dick all over his hand as
he slowly pumped it. I shook more and moaned louder.

Standing back up he smiled at me. "Now lick mine."

I tried to resist, even though part of me wanted to taste those big juicy
looking nipples and lick those mammoth pecs. "I-I don't know, man. I just,
um, I'm not . . ."

"Come on, Tim. I saw the way you were looking at me back in the room. You
were practically drooling. So do it." He pulled me toward him by my dick and
my tit, bending me down til my face was right in front of his chest. I gave
in. I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the smooth skin of his big pec.
Reaching his big meaty nipple, I flicked my tongue back and forth across it.
I dragged my tongue back across his chest to the other one and gave it the
same treatment. The taste of his skin was intoxicating. I nibbled lightly on
his big nipple.

"Yeah, that's it. Eat that big man tit. Suck it." I did. He continued to
milk my dripping cock and I kept slowly working his. It was now fully hard
and standing out a foot. Its girth was as big around as my wrist. I stared
at it as I tongued his nipple.

"You want to taste that big cock, kid? Go right ahead." He slowly pulled on
my nipple, dragging my face down his hard rippled stomach.

I was a bundle of mixed feelings. I wanted to be out of there. I wanted to
taste his dick. I wanted him to know I wasn't a queer. I wanted him to keep
doing what he was doing to me. You get the picture: I was a mess, a really,
really horny, hard-dicked mess. I figured I wasn't going to get away anyway.
And actually, I kind of liked Max. He hadn't been mean. He hadn't humiliated
me. But I wanted him to know this wasn't my thing.

"OK, I'll do it," I whispered, "but I don't do this kind of thing usually,
man. I'm not queer or anything. I'm just horny and so are you. I'm just
helping out a friend, right?"

"Whatever you say, kid," He said, sounding less than convinced, but really
not giving a fuck. "Lick the head, boy."

My chin slid along the length of his huge meat. My tongue followed along
behind, sliding along the shaft and over the prominent ridge of the head. I
tasted the salty sweet tang of his precum. I circled my tongue around the
big helmet and flicked at the deep crease in the underside. I heard him
groan in satisfaction.

"Oh, you're good. Keep licking. Lick all the way down to my balls."

I did. I dragged my tongue along the underside of his giant shaft. I reached
his balls and nibbled at his big nutsack, feeling the contours of the big
globes inside. I was really into it. I forgot my protestations of
straightness for the moment and slobbered all over his cock and balls. I
wanted to taste them. I even felt I needed to taste them. My dick drooled
goo onto the shower floor, jerking so much it hurt.

"Jack yourself, Tim. Jack that hard dick of yours," Max grunted, seeing my
excitement. "Get off with me."

I did. I stroked my dick as I worked my way back up his cock to the flaring
head and sucked on it. There was no way I could get that monster into my
mouth, even if I tried. So I sucked the head and worked the shaft with my
hand as I jerked my own cock with my other hand, picking up speed as I went.
I could hear Max's breathing getting more rapid. He grabbed my head.
Suddenly my mouth was full of the first shot of his cum. Then another. And
another.

Max pulled me to my feet and took hold of my dripping cock. He rubbed his
big thumb over the head, sending me into another shaking fit. He started to
stroke me, slowly picking up speed. Then he dropped to his knees and took my
dick in his mouth, lightly pulling on my balls as he started sucking me.
With his other hand, he twisted my right nipple. I sagged against the wall,
trying to stay on my feet. In moments, I shot my load, which he gulped down.
We both were spent, panting as the water from the shower rained down on us.
He got to his feet, ran his big hand over my cheek and bent down to kiss me.
Looking into my eyes he smiled, "See that wasn't so bad was it?"

I leaned against him. "No, I guess it was OK." I said, in a daze. I was
trying to put my thoughts together after the heat of what had happened. His
body felt so good. But I was upset that I was doing this again.

"Come on, let's clean up. We need to get back to the room before my brother
gets here."

"Yeah, right." I washed off with him and we grabbed the towels from outside
the stall.

After drying off, Max wrapped the towel around his waist. I put my coveralls
back on, feeling guilty about what I'd done. I'd let myself get carried away
again. Now Max would think I was a fag too. And even if that seemed to be OK
with him, it wasn't with me.

We walked back to the room in silence. Max flopped down on the bed, still
only wearing the towel. I could see his cock and balls as he lay there with
his legs spread. Obviously he had no problem with what had just happened but
I did. I sat down in the chair by the desk, staring at the floor, sneaking a
look up his towel from time to time. He lay there running his hand across
his chest, occasionally tweaking a nipple.

"Hey, man are you OK?" Max asked. "Why don't you came on over here." He
patted the bed.

"I don't think I should. It's just . . . I don't want you to get the wrong
idea. What just happened -- back there -- I don't usually do that you know.
I don't even like that kind of thing. I don't want you to get the idea that
I'm some sort of fag or something."

Max looked at me a moment. "Tim, who the fuck cares. You're getting all
fucked up about labels. I used to be the same way. I was so worried I'd be
less of a stud if I got off with a guy. But I finally decided, fuck it, if
it feels good do it. I like to fuck chicks. I like to fuck guys. Hell, I'll
even suck a dick from time to time. Bottom line is, I like sex. And if
everybody's having a good time, who cares?"

His attitude reminded me of Pat's. Somehow, I couldn't accept that. "Yeah
but I think fag stuff is gross. Fags are gross. I saw a guy blowin' some
other guy at a wrestling tournament last year and I thought I'd puke. I told
the other guys about it and they agreed how gross it was and perverted and
shit. I'm not like that."

Max's expression changed slightly. "Who was the guy? The guy you told
about."

"Some fag named Mitchell. I don't remember. I just know I don't like shit
like him."

"Marty Mitchell?"

"Yeah I think so."

"And you were the one who told about his little fling in the bathroom?"

"You knew about that?"

Max's face reddened. "Marty's one of my best friends. Your big mouth fucked
up his chances for an Olympic bid. Did you ever think about what happened to
him after you blabbed about what he did? Did you ever wonder why he was
doing it?"

"No, I guess not. I mean it seemed pretty clear to me that he was sucking
because he wanted to suck."

"Marty enjoys sucking a dick, no doubt about that. But not in a restroom.
That guy he was sucking was threatening to tell the Olympic committee about
what he'd been doing if Marty didn't blow him. Well, as it turned out, you
did the dirty work for him."

"Jesus, no," I was shocked. I hadn't even thought about this for a long
time. I had come to the wrestling regionals last year to see Jeff compete.
He and I had walked into the restroom and had caught this Mitchell guy down
on his knees sucking off some other wrestler. I remembered standing there,
staring at his lips working up and down on that cock. I'd been kind of
fascinated. Then Jeff yelled something. The two of them broke apart and I
turned to Jeff saying something like "Shit, look at the fags." We walked out
of the restroom laughing. When we got back to the locker room, I started
telling people about it. I don't know why. I just wanted them to know that I
thought that was perverted. I had thought about it for a while after that.
I'd picture that guy's dick sliding in and out of his mouth sometimes at
night. I had had to try to put it out of my mind when I was jacking off a
few times. I started trying harder to meet girls and find some real normal
sex. Then I met Jennie and thought my problems were solved. But I'd never
brought the Mitchell thing up to anyone after that day. I never thought
about it getting out beyond there. And now, I find out the guy didn't even
really want to do it. I knew how that felt. And how it felt to have people
just assume things. Even though in my case all the assumptions were wrong.
In this guy Marty's case they'd been right. Still, I felt bad.

"Max, I didn't know. I mean, how could I? I just told a few guys because it
was weird to me."

Max stared at me. "What a fucking closet case you are. How would you feel
about people telling about what you did? Spreading your little private stuff
around, like what we just did."

That shook me. I had had people telling about me. It had just caused me more
trouble. But what did he mean closet case? Was he implying that I really was
queer? "What the hell do you mean? If you're trying to say I'm a fag, you're
fucking wrong." My voice was shaking.

"Then why are you staring up my towel to see my dick?"

I jerked my head up. I had been looking up his towel. I mean, shit, how
could I help looking at that huge thing. I'd only seen one before that even
approached this size. And that was Wayne's eleven-inch dong at the photo
shoot yesterday.

I got defensive. "I wasn't staring at your fucking dick. So lay off me. I'm
sorry about your friend. I didn't mean to get him in trouble. It's not my
fault. But just because he's queer, don't go calling me one." I was
practically yelling now.

Max just lay there for a minute, his eyes squinted shut, taking deep
breaths. Finally he spoke softly.

"And how come you've got a big boner, Tim? Is that somebody else's fault
too?"

He was right, I was hard. My dick stuck up in my coveralls, the head pressed
against the thin cotton. It ached from touching the material and was
drooling again. You could see the pinkness of the head outlined in the damp
cloth.

"I told you, I just get horny. Look, I'm sorry I looked at your dick. I'm
sorry about your friend. I'm sorry I ended up here. I just want to get
home."

Max studied me silently. Finally he shook his head and said, "You are one
fucked up kid. But I guess that's your business. But I want to know a few
things. You say you've never done anything with a guy before? You seemed to
know your way around a dick."

I hesitated a moment. I sort of wanted to tell him what had happened. But if
I did, he might be even more convinced that I was queer. So I shook my head.
"No, never." I was feeling more uncomfortable. The rubbing of my clothes
against me in the hot room made me fidget, trying to find a position that
allowed for the least mount of contact with my tits and my dick.

"Are you sure?" Max asked, staring hard at me.

"I'm . . ." I started to confirm my lie. But somehow, I felt I had to make
it a little more realistic. I thought of the episode last summer with Jeff.
"Hey, well maybe I've jacked off with a friend before, but that's it."

"OK, man. If you say so. But then why. . ."

At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Max, still lounged out on the
bed, yelled for whoever it was to come in. The door opened and in walked
Wayne.

I went ashen. Wayne? I suddenly started thinking. That was who Max reminded
me of. The eyes, the nose, and, of course, that dick. And Jake had said
Wayne's last name was . . . Collier. Oh my God! Wayne was Max's brother. And
after just having told Max how I'd never done anything except a jackoff with
a friend, Wayne could tell him a lot more that I'd done. In the session at
Mike Carter's studio, he had gotten plenty of information.

"Hey, bro," Wayne said to Max as he walked in. he was wearing a pair of
jeans and sandals with no shirt. His big muscular chest glistened with
sweat. "How's it going? Shit, don't they believe in air conditioning in this
hole?" He looked over toward the desk and saw me. I could see the surprise
in his eyes.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Wayne asked Max.

"This is Tim. He got sick at the swim meet and the doc asked if he could
ride home with us."

"Oh, we've met. Haven't we Tim?"

I opened my mouth but no sound came out. I tried again. "Yeah, I guess." I
stared at the floor. I felt like I was going to be sick.

"You guess? It was just yesterday. And we had one hell of a time."

Max looked puzzled. "What do you mean? How'd you two meet?"

Wayne went over to the fridge and pulled out a beer, then flopped down on
the other bed.

"Oh, Tim and I have a professional relationship. I met him yesterday at Mike
Carter's."

Max looked at me hard. "Mike. The photographer? And what was going on
exactly? What was Tim doing?"

Wayne laughed. "He was havin' a great time slurping on my big dick. At least
until I stuck it in his ass. He liked that so much he spooged all over the
place. And then, after two other guys fucked the daylights out of him he was
still so horny he wanted me to plow him again. Bro, this is the horniest
little cocksucker I've ever met. And you and I have met a few. I'll be glad
to show you the pictures as soon as Mike gives me a set."

I closed my eyes. I couldn't look at Max. I had liked him and hoped he would
like me. But I couldn't deal with him thinking I was some kind of queer. Now
he knew about my being fucked. My lie to him was exposed.

Max sat for a few seconds and then spoke up slowly, looking at me the whole
time. "Well, that's interesting. Tim had just been telling me how he hates
fags and had never done anything but jack off with a buddy. Of course, I was
wondering why he gave me such a great tongue job in the shower. Do you want
to change your story a bit Tim?"

Tears were rolling down my face. I looked up at Max, trying to ignore
Wayne's presence.

"Look, I'm sorry I lied to you. I didn't want you to know about that. I
didn't want to do it. I just got myself in a jam with a few people. Please,
please, believe me." I started sobbing.

Wayne stared at me, not quite sure of what was going on. "Holy shit, what's
the problem? You mean this kid was trying to pass himself off as some little
straight boy. If so, he's got the prize for the straight boy with the most
fucked asshole in the world. You know it had to be stretched if he could
take my cock on the first try. And let me tell you, he likes it rough. You
should see how he gets off on being really pounded."

Max got up and came over to me. He pulled me out of my chair. I was scared
of what he was going to do. And what he did was . . . hug me. Putting his
big hand on the back of my head, he held me close to him and hugged me hard.
I started crying harder. Wayne sat there quietly, watching.

"It's OK, Tim," Max whispered as he patted the back of my head. As I sobbed,
I pressed my face against his giant chest, nestling between his big pecs.
Something about his big body made me feel secure. The warmth and texture of
his smooth skin sent shivers through my whole body. My dick throbbed.
Through my tears I glanced and realized that he was naked. His towel had
fallen off when he got up. I could see his big cock, hanging about half
hard. It was obvious what I was looking at. Max gave me a tight smile as he
continued. "We're gonna make things alright, Tim. Because Wayne and I are
gonna show you what you really want. By the time you leave here you'll be
begging for it."

"B-But I . . ."

"Shhh! You think you're a straight boy? Well, let's find out. Let's see just
how straight you are."

"Please . . . just let me alone."

"That's not really what you want is it?" He reached inside my coveralls and
took hold of my nipples. I groaned. "No, it's not what you want, you little
cocksucker." His voice was still soft but rough. "You just need to know
you're a cocksucker. By the time you leave here, you'll be begging to be
fucked, needing to be fucked all the time. And maybe then, the next time you
see somebody getting fucked, you won't be so quick to pass judgement. I'm
gonna give you a minute to pull yourself together here. Wayne and I are
going to step out in the hall and talk for a minute. When I come back in, I
want you naked and on your knees. Understand?"

"But that's not what I . . ."

"Think about it, Tim. If you think about it, you want to be naked. You want
to be fucked. You want to suck cock. You can call it curiosity or horniness
or blame it on everybody else but deep down, you want it. I don't want to
hurt you Tim. But one way or the other, we're gonna have some fun. I'm going
to see to that." He nodded to Wayne. "Let's go outside and let Tim gather
his thoughts."

Max picked up his towel and wrapped it around his waist. The two of them
walked out of the room. I stood in the middle of the room, trembling.

I took a few deep breaths and wiped my face. What was I going to do? I
thought about the options. There weren't many. And I thought about the
feeling in my ass. Even as upset as I was, it still nagged at me. I
remembered Wayne's big post in my ass yesterday, stretching me open rubbing
my insides, making me shoot halfway across the room. I thought of Max: of
sucking on his nipple in the shower; licking his big balls. Part of me
wanted to taste them again. And feel him push that big beast of his inside
me. But . . .

I was rubbing my dick through my coveralls, spreading the gooey spot further
out from the circle that was already soaked. I wanted to be out of these
clothes, to be free of their incessant rubbing. But . . .

I wondered what it would be like, being with these two big guys. Having them
work every part of my body, getting me to lick and suck them and take their
big cocks in my ass. My damned curiosity at work again. I started to slip my
coveralls off my shoulders and down my arms. But . . .

But no. I couldn't make myself. There was part of me that wanted . . . them
. . . to make me do it. I wanted them to strip me. To hold me down. Let it
be their fault. Not mine. I pulled the coveralls back on.

The door opened. Max and Wayne re-entered. I stood there, feeling the
thumping of my heart in my chest.

Max said, "So you want us to do it for you, huh?" It was like he'd read my
mind. "OK, Tim, if you're so convinced you're straight, we'll help you out
getting started. But believe me, you're gonna finish up begging for it.
Because you don't get to touch your dick until you start dealing with what
you are. You're a cocksucker, Tim. You're a faggot. And you will know that."
I didn't know what he meant to do, but that sent a chill through me --
because there was something in his voice that told me it was true.

"Max, please, I've never wanted . . ."

Max took off his towel. Wayne had already kicked off his sandals and was
unbuttoning his jeans. He slid them off and threw them on the desk. The two
of them stood naked in front of me. I stared at their big hard bodies.

Wayne spoke as the two of them displayed their bodies to me. "I was telling
Max about how hot you were yesterday. About how you got off from me fucking
you, and then Ken fucking you, and then your friends Gary and Carlos. But I
guess it was all a big act since you say you're straight. Still, you really
seemed to get off on my body yesterday."

I had to admit they were two great looking men. Max was several inched
taller than Wayne, and bulkier. But both of them were perfect specimens of
bodybuilding. I took in their huge biceps, their massive chests and tapered
waists. And their enormous cocks both getting hard as they stood there
stroking them slowly.

"You really get off on watching us, don't you?" Wayne remarked, observing my
hard dripping cock through my coveralls. "You like these big cocks? They're
the family gift. You should see our dad. He's got the biggest one I've ever
seen. And boy does he know how to use it. I'm surprised at you, straight
boy. Why would you be turned on looking at a couple of big muscle dudes with
big hard cocks?" He reached over and ran his hand across Max's big chest.
"You'd like to be jacking off, wouldn't you?"

"I, uh, I . . .no, uh, no."

Max interrupted my stuttering. "Then why the big hardon, Tim? Do you want to
get closer and touch a big fat dick? Of course, being such a straight boy,
you'd never do that. You'd never be turned on by guys, would you?"

"You'd never be turned on by a guy touching you, would you? I mean that
would be a big turn off to you." Wayne asked as the two of them moved toward
me.

They came over on either side of me and started pulling the coveralls off my
shoulders and down my arms until they were hanging from my wrists. The two
of them bent over and started sucking my sore nipples, nibbling and biting
them. I moaned in a combination of pain and horniness. My cock was hard up
against my stomach, drooling freely.

"I think you kind of like that, don't you straight boy?" Max asked
sarcastically, pinching my left nipple hard while Wayne continued to suck
and bite the right one. "I think you might cum if we keep this up. We
wouldn't want that to happen. I mean, since you think you're so straight,
that could be really upsetting for you. We better stop Wayne." The two of
them stepped back watching me tremble. My cock ached, it was so hard. And my
balls were feeling like they'd explode. I started to reach for my dick.

"Wait a second, Tim. What are you doing?"

"I, I need to cum. I need to jack off. It hurts."

"Keep your hands away from your dick. You wouldn't want anyone to get the
wrong idea. A straight boy like you couldn't be that turned on with no pussy
around. Now Wayne and I have been helping each other out since we were kids.
Right, Wayne?"

"That's right. Sometimes we shared a girl together. Or occasionally, one of
our buddies. But we always were willing to help out each other. But of
course you'd be too straight to do anything like that."

"Yeah," Max added, "We both found out real early that we could have a lot of
fun together. Wayne fucked his first girl when he was twelve but then came
home and we fooled around while he told me about it. I had a girlfriend in
high school who liked to do it with both of us. And she loved watching me
suck Wayne's cock. Then there were the little get-togethers with my friend
Marty. The three of us had a lot of fun. But I know you're too much of a
macho stud to ever consider being turned on by something like this."

Max gave Wayne a nod. Wayne dropped to his knees and began licking on Max's
giant dick. He worked his way down the long shaft to the fat nutsack,
dragging his tongue in circles around the smooth skin. After a few minutes
of this treatment, Max's dick stood out, extended to its full 12 inches. It
shined from Wayne's spit and Max's precum. I stared at the scene lustily.

"And of course, I've always been willing to help out my little brother too."
Max said, as Wayne stood up and Max knelt to begin working Wayne's 11-inch
tower with his tongue. He took about half of it in his mouth and sucked on
it.

Wayne tilted his head back moaning in pleasure. "Oh yeah, that feels good,
bro. Oh, suck it."

Watching the two of them was almost more than I could bear. I could feel my
dick spasm, the sensitive head rubbing against the coveralls. Precum drooled
all the way down my leg to my foot.

"You're not getting into this, are you, straight boy?" Wayne asked with a
smirk. "You wouldn't have a hard on would you?"

Max pulled back from Wayne's big bone and stood up. "I think we should
check. I mean maybe he's hiding something."

"You look uncomfortable, Tim. It is kind of hot in here. Let's get you out
of those clothes. After all, it shouldn't bother a straight guy to be naked
with a couple of other guys. Not like it's gonna give you a hardon or
something."

I stood silently as they pulled the sleeves off my wrists and then unzipped
the coveralls. They pulled them down my legs and off my feet. I stood naked,
my hard dick against my stomach. Max ran his hand down my stomach to my
shaved crotch.

"Why, Tim, you have got a hardon. You seem awfully horny. Why is that?"

"I don't know," I whispered.

"I like your shave job. Shows off your dick well. It doesn't bother you to
have me touch you does it? That shouldn't turn a straight boy like you on,
should it?"

His hand brushed against my dick as he rubbed my smooth crotch. I groaned as
more drool poured out of it. The pressure in my balls continued to grow.

"Tim, you're not gonna cum, are you? I mean, why would a good heterosexual
boy like you want to cum from some guy touching his dick? I think I can help
you. I mean, we wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea."

Max went over to the desk and pulled a leather thong out of the top drawer.
He came back and looped it around my cock and balls, tying it tight

"There, that should help. Of course, I know you wouldn't want to cum with
two guys anyway. But just in case you were thinking about pussy or
something, now there won't be any confusion."

Sweat was pouring off me. My balls ached and my dick throbbed in pain. Max
gripped my balls.

"You got big balls, kid. I bet you love to have them licked. Of course,
having a guy lick them wouldn't do anything for you, would it?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head.

"I think we should find out, don't you, Wayne?"

The two of them pushed me back onto the bed. They spread my legs apart. Max
knelt between my legs and began tonguing my tied nutsack. I moaned as he
sucked one ball and then the other into his mouth, pulling them tight as he
did. The pain was excruciating but my dick throbbed harder. I kept my eyes
shut, trying to shut out what was happening.

"You know, I think he's just making believe he's with a woman. Maybe you'd
better remind him who he's with, Wayne. So he doesn't embarrass himself."

Wayne climbed up on the bed, pinning my arms with his knees as he straddled
my chest. His huge cock waved over my face. He rubbed the head against my
mouth.

"You don't mind this, do you?" he asked, leaning forward and dragging his
large nuts over my chin. "It doesn't do anything for you, does it? I mean,
you're not the least bit tempted to lick my balls."

I shook my head. His smooth sack rubbed against my mouth as I did. Part of
me did want to stick my tongue out and run it along that crinkled skin. I
could smell the funky odor of his sweat.

"You know you sure were convincing yesterday when you licked my balls during
the photo shoot. I mean I actually thought you liked it. Why don't you show
Max what a good actor you are. Lick the sweat off those balls."

Knowing I had no choice, I stuck out my tongue and licked. The salty taste
of his sweat filled my mouth. I couldn't help it. I wanted that taste. I
lapped hungrily at his big ball bag.

"Oh, yeah, lick me," Wayne grunted. "See how convincing he is, bro? Very
good performance for a straight boy."

Max was still between my legs, licking my balls. He watched as I tongued his
brother's big nuts.

"Yeah, it is. Of course, we know he's just being polite. I mean nobody but a
fag would enjoy that. Or get off on a guy licking him here."

Max lifted my legs and ran his tongue back behind my balls. I moaned louder.
He pushed my legs higher and Wayne grabbed my feet, holding them wide apart.
Max studied my spread ass.

"Shit, Tim, if I didn't know you were straight, I'd swear you've been fucked
a lot. I mean your asshole looks like a pussy. You've got real pussy lips
around it." He ran his finger lightly around the swollen rim of my hole. My
whole body shook as he touched the tender skin.

"And it's so open. I could stick my finger in with no trouble." He slid his
index finger into my hole. My balls throbbed even more. It felt like they'd
blow apart if I didn't cum soon.

Max worked a second finger in and began probing around. "Yeah, Tim, your
hole is like a pussy. Why is that?"

I spoke from below Wayne's balls. "I, I didn't want to be fucked. Guys have
made me."

"Oh that's too bad. I'm sure it never gave you any pleasure. I'll bet you
never came while somebody was doing that, did you?"

"I, uh . . ."

Wayne laughed. "Oh you should have seen him yesterday, bro. He shot halfway
across the room when I fucked him. Of course, he probably forced himself to
do it. I'm sure he didn't feel like cumming. He was just playing like he was
horny. Just like he's playing like he really enjoys licking my big fat nuts
right now."

Max watched intently as I continued to lick around Wayne's sack. "You know,
Wayne, I'd like to see if it bothers him to have that big dick of yours in
his mouth. I know it won't turn you on, Tim, being such a straight stud. But
it wouldn't bother you now would it? Just helping out a friend, I think
that's how you put it earlier. And it'll help remind you that these are two
guys you're with. Just in case what you're fantasizing about some girl doing
what I'm doing to you down here. I wouldn't want anybody to say things about
you."

I panicked at the thought of Wayne's cock in my mouth. I remembered how hard
it had been to take it in yesterday. Max's fingers were still poking around
in my ass, stimulating me more. "But, I, uh . . ."

Wayne pulled back and started rubbing his plum sized dick head against my
lips, smearing them with precum. I licked around the wide rim of his cock
head.

"That's real good. Now go ahead," he ordered. "Open up. I know you can do
it." He pushed his dick against my mouth. Defeated, I opened my lips. The
big head popped into my mouth and hit my throat. I gagged and struggled.
Wayne grabbed my head.

"Just relax and suck. I know you can do it. You do the best imitation of a
cocksucker I've ever seen." He started pumping his cock in and out, pushing
further down my throat with each thrust.

Max's probing fingers found my swollen prostate. As he rubbed the tips of
his fingers around it, I squirmed. I needed to cum so bad.

"Damn, feels like you've got a clit in there. That doesn't bother you when I
do that, does it Tim?" I moaned in response. Max continued, "I wouldn't want
you to need to cum. People might get the idea you liked having your ass
played with. I better stop." He pulled his fingers out, leaving me with that
empty feeling. I moaned again.

"Aw, do you miss having something in your cunt? What am I saying, of course
not. You're a straight boy. You couldn't get off on having your asshole
played with." Max squeezed my balls. "You know, these babies feel like their
getting bigger. Like you're building up a lot of cum inside 'em. Maybe it's
just the way they're hanging. Let's see if I can help."

He went to the desk again and got a long phone cord out of the bottom
drawer. He tied it around my balls and threw the cord up over a pipe that
ran right below the ceiling. Pulling the cord down, my balls were pulled
tight in the air. He went over to the corner and picked up a ten pound
weight. I stared in horror as he tied it to the other end of the cord. He
let go. "There, that should help."

"MMMMMMMPPPPHHH!" I yelled. My balls were suspended in the air over my hard
dick. Straining against the leather thong that bound it, my dick was
crimson, the veins sticking out and pulsing. A thick string of precum hung
from the piss slit.

"It'll be OK in a minute. And we wouldn't want you to need to cum. This
should help that. It doesn't seem to have calmed that dick down though." He
flicked his finger hard against the dark red head of my cock. I howled in
pain.

"Now then, back to that ass of yours."

Holding my ass cheeks apart, Max bent down and licked the bruised and
swollen entrance as he worked a third big finger into me, rubbing the lump
of my prostate with each thrust. My aching stretched balls felt like they
were filling more. Tears rolled down my cheeks from the pain.

Max pulled his fingers out. My hole twitched and pulsated as he continued to
lick it.

"You know, Tim, I've never seen a straight boy with an ass like yours," Max
commented. "So stretched, such puffy lips. And it acts so hungry for
something in it. But you say you don't like it fucked, huh? Maybe I should
find out."

I struggled more, moaning around Wayne's fat cock pounding my mouth. I knew
how huge Max's cock was. It would be like sticking a baseball bat in my ass.

Max stood up and placed his hands behind my knees, pushing my legs even
farther up against my chest. I felt the big blunt helmet against my hole.
Slowly it stretched around the giant invader. The head broke through with an
audible pop. The pressure carried him forward, burying the first six inches
inside me. My scream was muffled by Wayne's big post in my throat. Max began
to work his hips, pushing deeper with each thrust.

"You OK, Timmy? You know your ass feels great. Like a velvet glove gripping
my big cock." He gripped my rock hard dick as he sped up his thrusts. "You
know, you do seem to be getting off on this. Are you sure you're not gay?
Are you absolutely sure, Tim?"

He rubbed the precum over the aching head of my cock and squeezed it. I was
over the edge. I needed to cum no matter what. If I had to ask for their
dicks at this point, I'd do it. I'd do anything. But with Wayne's dick
plugging my mouth, I couldn't talk. I could feel him increasing his pace and
could tell by the sound of his breathing that he was getting close. I could
feel Max speeding up behind me too. He now had almost all of his foot long
wiener up my hole.

"Oh shit man," Wayne shouted, "I'm gonna shoot." I felt his dick swell in my
mouth and then tasted spurt after spurt of his hot jizz, blasting against my
throat. I tried to swallow it but it was too much. Cum dripped from the
corners of my mouth. Slowly Wayne pulled his dick from my mouth and fell
over onto the bed.

At almost the same time, Max started punching my ass with faster plunges of
his big battering ram. "You're gonna get it here too, Tim. Here it comes." I
felt the burning sensation of his cum shooting deep inside me. He slammed
his dick all the way in me as he came, groaning as he filled my ass. I
looked up at him as he subsided. He was panting and sweat was pouring down
his face and chest. I whispered to him.

"I gotta cum, Max. Please, can I cum?"

"But why, Tim. You just had a guy shoot in your mouth and another one in
your ass. What could be turning you on about that?"

"Maybe I am a cocksucker. Maybe I am a fag. All I know is I feel like I'm
gonna die if I don't blow a load pretty soon. Please, Max."

Max looked down at me studying me quietly. "Well, I guess that's a little
progress anyway. OK, Tim."

He untied the cord around my balls, releasing the weight that was tugging at
them. Then he untied the leather thong. Milky precum started pouring out of
my dick. I started to reach for it. Max stopped me.

"I'll do it, Tim. I'll make you cum. After all, you did help us out. Now
we'll help you out."

Taking my leaky dick in his hand, he began slowly stroking it as he also
bent down and licked my stretched and aching balls. Wayne lay on the bed
next to me, reaching over and twisting my nipples.

"Take Wayne's dick in your hand, Tim," Max ordered. " I want you to be
feeling another man's cock when you cum."

I reached over and grabbed Wayne's big dick. It was still half hard and
began stiffening more as I slowly stroked it. I squirmed and moaned as I
felt the churning load inside me build to a climax. I came with a shout. Cum
shot out of my dick, rising into the air and splattering everywhere: on me,
on Wayne, on Max's face, on the bed. I thrashed around on the bed as shot
after shot spewed out of my overloaded balls. Finally, I collapsed, gasping
and covered with sweat and jism.

Max still had his hand on my dick, cum dribbling down over his fingers. He
looked at me, splashes of my cum on his face, and smiled.

"Well, that was pretty enthusiastic, straight boy. Feel better?"

In spite of just having shot, my balls still throbbed with more. My dick was
still hard as a rock. But there was something else: my ass felt empty
without a dick pounding it. That throbbing continued inside me. I needed
more.

"Keep pumping me," I panted, "play with my ass, stroke my dick. I've got to
cum again.

"You want to be fucked again?" Max asked. "Tell me, Tim."

"Yes, yes, fuck me. Please fuck me until I cum again." I was insane with the
need to empty my load.

Max looked at Wayne. "It's your turn, little brother. Fill this boy's hole
with your big dick."

Wayne laughed. "No problem." He stood up, stroking his cock and moved behind
me, pushing my legs up to my chest again. Then he started pushing his big
meat into my waiting hole. My ass seemed to welcome his invading cock.

Max bent down and took my dick in his mouth. He also worked my nipples
between his thumbs and fingers, twisting and pulling. He moved around until
his dick was hanging over my face. I began to lick the huge head. There was
no way I could fit his monster into my mouth but I sucked on the head,
working the thick shaft with my hand.

Wayne took his time, pounding my ass hard for a while, then holding back and
letting me just feel that big post stretching my ass. Then he'd start again,
pounding me so hard I thought the bed would collapse. I could feel that big
pillar of his pushing in and out of me.

"You love it, don't you?" Max asked as he licked up and down my dick.

"Oh, God it feels so good," I groaned, "Fuck me hard."

Wayne was all too glad to comply. I came twice while he pumped me: once in
Max's mouth and once all over my chest as Max pumped my sore dick. Max shot
another load in my mouth. And Wayne finally blew another hot load in my ass.

We went on for hours. It seemed the more I got fucked, the more I needed to
cum. Max and Wayne took turns, each fucking me three times before we all
collapsed in exhaustion. I came twice for each time they filled me with
their loads. In between sessions, we cleaned out all the beer that Max had
in the refrigerator.

It was two in the morning. Max had pulled the mattresses off the two twin
beds in the room and put them together on the floor. Wayne lay next to me,
naked and asleep. I lay there dazed, my head on Max's chest. I tried to put
my thoughts together. My dick was tingling from being rubbed and sucked and
squeezed so much. The head looked more swollen than ever, lying heavily on
my thigh. My ass and my nipples also were still sending signals of all the
action they'd seen that night. Half buzzed from the beer, sore and sweaty,
it wasn't easy to put too many coherent thoughts together. I had told Max
about my adventures of the past week as we lay there. He hadn't had too many
comments. Now he spoke softly to me.

"Well, I guess it has been a kind of a rough introduction for you. I'm
sorry. Some of those guys have just been mean about it. But it does seem
like you've sort of gotten into it. I mean, look at your reaction to all the
guys you've been with. You got hard. You got off. Sounds like at least part
of you was having a good time."

I lay there silently.

"What are you thinking, Tim?"

"I don't know, I guess I'm trying to figure out what happened tonight."

"I think you got fucked. And sucked dick. And shot a lake full of cum. Other
than that, not much happened." He stroked my hair as he talked.

"Yeah, but I just don't know. I never meant for any of this to happen. I
mean, this is queer stuff."

Max groaned, "Oh God, are we going there again? Tim, you enjoyed it. You had
a good time. You shot a bucket of jizz. Get over the label shit. Look, I
kind of like you and I'm sorry if I was kind of hard on you. But you
deserved it. From all you've told me of yourself and your little gang,
you're a self righteous little prick who thinks he's just perfect and
everybody else has problems. You cruise people and then wonder why they come
onto you. And you actually do get off on people getting rough with you.
Wayne told me that much out in the hall. So I kind of figured that you'd get
off on a little hard play. And you did."

I was jolted by what he said. "No, I don't. I just . . . well, I can't
explain it. But I guess I better be more careful."

"You're mixed up, Tim. You want it and won't admit it. Aren't you enjoying
this right now?"

"Well, I guess. You feel nice." I nuzzled against his big chest. "But it's
wrong. My real dad always told me that faggots were scum. It's . . . I don't
know. I guess I just don't want to deal with all that."

"You're gay, Tim. Stop trying to act like it's a fluke."

I sat up. "How can you be so OK about it? How come I feel so not OK? But I
know you're right about my getting turned on. From the beginning of all
this, I was turned on by the thought of Jeff's dick - of sucking it. And the
first time, with Gary, I did get really excited. Even with Jeremy and Greg,
I admit I got turned on. But I'm not like that. I'm really not like that. I
don't do that. But. . . but . . . I just don't know."

Max put his arm around me and held me, pulling me back to his warm firm
chest. "Give it time. See what happens. You can open yourself to
possibilities or you can keep acting like a victim and let other people
control the choices. Maybe you like it that way. It's up to you."

I lay against him and considered. But I just wasn't sure. What did I want?

TO BE CONTINUED . . .