Date: Sun, 4 Jun 2017 00:01:52 +0000 From: Shaverboy Subject: Curiosity chapter 21 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! ***************** CHAPTER 21 - JOCKS IN THE JOHN I stood, leaning against the wall in the dark dorm hallway. I was soaked in sweat. I was also hard as stone again. I was shaking. How could I have forgotten that for these three years? Had it been the drugs he gave me or had I just wanted to forget? I'd never told anybody about what happened. I hadn't even remembered how I'd gotten circumcised, never thought about it. I remembered now the first time I'd jacked off after it happened, a week or so later. It felt strange. And yet, I just put it out of my mind and decided never to think about it. The dirty bastard. He'd cut me out of his life because . . . Was he right? My heart was pounding. What now? Who cared what that bitter asshole thought. But I still wanted him to be wrong. I was straight. All this stuff that had happened, it wasn't my fault. Alright, I got hard when I was around other guys. So I shot when guys stuck dicks in my ass. So what? I was still straight. I was sure that if I could just get off this rollercoaster, I could get back to a normal life. Max had almost convinced me, almost had me thinking it was OK. He had listened to me, talked to me. And it had felt kind of good to have him holding me. But no, let him be queer, fucking around with his brother. It was sick. Fucking faggots. Not me. I wasn't gonna do that. I'd just let myself get carried away. I'd let him know that in the morning. I took a deep breath and started walking to the bathroom again. There was one light on in the bathroom. The area by the trough-style urinal was fairly well lit. I pulled up my towel and took my dick in my hand. I tried to will it down so I could pee. I found myself staring at my cock, studying the scar that marked my father's ultimate divorce from me. My hand shook as I held it. I felt many things. Angry. Sad. Confused. And sort of horny again. Why in the world would I feel that? Finally, I was able to start pissing. As I did, the door opened. A guy walked in, wearing only a pair of plaid boxers. He was just a little taller than I was, but beefy with a blonde buzz cut. "Hey, dude, how's it goin'?" he said as he walked up to the trough about two feet from me. "Gotta empty out some of this beer." He pulled his boxers down in front and hauled out a fat cock. I tried not to look at it, but kept finding myself glancing at it out of the corner of my eye. "Yeah, me too." I still was pissing. My bladder, which had been screaming at me, seemed to sigh with relief. "I'm Derek. From Mount Culver." He sounded a little buzzed. "I'm Tim. "Helluva fuckin' party tonight. You get laid?" He must have thought I was at the party the football players were having that Max had referred to. "Not exactly," I replied. OK, not true but in terms he was referring to, not a lie either. "Yeah, me neither. Fuckin' bitches. Nothin' but skanks there anyway." I finished peeing at last. So did he. We both stood there shaking the piss drops off. Neither of us seemed to be in a hurry. I glanced over. His dick looked bigger. He wasn't shaking it anymore, just holding it. Then slowly he started to stroke it. He was looking at me too, watching me watching his dick. "Jesus, I'm horny. You too?" "Yeah, I guess." My dick was hard again and I slowly stroked it. We watched each other as both of us slowly worked our cocks. "Mmmm. Feels fuckin' good doesn't it, dude? I really need to get my rocks off," Derek growled, rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock to spread the precum around. "Yeah, feels good," I murmured back as I did the same. I watched his dick closely. It was about eight inches, same as mine, but much thicker. After a period of silence while we watched each other work our dicks, he spoke again. "You wanna blow me?" I stared at him. "What the hell? What gives you the fucking idea I'd do something like that?" "Come on. I know you want it. You been eyein' my fuckin' dick ever since I came in. So do it, man." "Naw, man, I don't do that." I felt my heart thumping hard again, thinking of my dad, of his accusations. The fact was that part of me did want to taste that fat piece of meat Derek was displaying. But that would make me . . . No. I couldn't. I wouldn't. Everything that had happened up til now, was just because somebody made me do it. I wouldn't do it because I wanted to see what that dick tasted like and feel that big shaft sliding into my mouth. I just . . . "Oh come on, man. Help a buddy out. I can tell you're thinking about it. I won't tell anybody." "I don't know." "Come on, you know you'd like to taste this cock. I can see it in your eyes." My defenses started to drop. What the hell, I thought. Who cares? What's one more dick after all that I've done this week. Besides, it did look nice and juicy. And I wanted it. After the revelation I'd just been through, I really didn't feel like arguing with myself about it. No one would know and I could settle this with myself tomorrow. As he turned to me, still stroking, I gave in. I dropped to my knees in front of him. The wide head of his dick was an inch from my lips. I ran my tongue over it. Salty. Funky tasting. I licked the rim of the head and down the thick eight-inch shaft. I reached up and pulled his boxers further down. His plump balls swayed in their sack, covered with a light covering of blonde hair. I leaned forward to run my tongue over them as well. They were damp with his sweat. I lapped it up. "Goddam, you're pretty good," he groaned, "Now suck my dick, dude." I backed off of his balls and took his dick into my mouth. It seemed so easy after dealing with Wayne's big monster. I started pumping up and down on it I reached up and massaged his balls with one hand. With the other, I pulled off my towel and started to stroke my own hard meat. "Oh, yeah, baby, suck it! Damn, you're a pro at this. Keep it up. Take my big rod." Somehow, I was kind of pleased he was really enjoying this. I took his dick down my throat, sucking hard and then backed off til my lips were locked around the head. I tried every trick I'd learned in my short but intense course of cocksucking. Pretty soon I had him close to the edge. "Jesus, man, I'm gonna shoot. Take it. Take my jizz." I did. He shot his load and I gulped it down. He had a lot to give and I took it. Finally, he was done. He pulled his dick from my mouth. "Hey, thanks, man. That felt pretty awesome. I've never let a dude swing on the old meat before but you were pretty damn good." I knelt there pulling myself together. "Thanks." What the hell was I doing? All the doubts and guilt came rushing back. "Um, I don't usually do this, you know." "Yeah, sure," he mumbled as he pulled his boxers up, not sounding too convinced. "But you do it pretty fuckin' well, man. You gonna jack off?" I did want to cum. "Yeah," I replied as I started stroking again. I could feel the load building in my balls. And that tingling in my ass. But I didn't want to start playing with my ass in front of Derek. I kept stroking but the longing for something in my ass just got worse. I was jacking furiously now, feeling right on the brink but not quite able to cum. Derek stood there watching me. "Come on, shoot it, dude. Blow that load." I was still naked on my knees, jacking away, when the door opened again. I whipped around to see three more guys coming in. "Well, if it isn't Williams High's favorite fag." Jeremy. And Greg. And Trevor Pierce, another player from our school. All three were clad like Derek, in just their boxers. My heart sank. Now what had I gotten myself into? The idea that no one would ever know had just gone out the window. Derek spoke up. "You know him? Let me tell you, he gives a wicked blow job. But he said he was straight." I stared at him. Dammit! So much for Derek being trustworthy. Jeremy laughed. "Oh, I know. He's swung on this baby a few times. Always says he's straight right before he chows down on your dick. He's swung on this baby a few times." He groped his crotch for emphasis. "Well, given what a washout tonight was with the girls, I guess it's good you're around, Parker. I see you're naked as always. I really am beginning to think you don't have any clothes." He turned to Trevor. "This is the one I was telling you about. The one who loves to take it in the ass." "No shit!" Trevor exclaimed, looking me over. "Well, I guess a fag ass is better than nothing." I heard echoes of my father and it sent a chill through me. I was getting more nervous. I couldn't seem to figure out a way out of this. "Jeremy, you guys made me do what we did before. I don't get into that. I think I really have to get going." "What's the rush, sweetheart," Jeremy said, walking over to me, the other two right behind him. "Didn't look like you were in a hurry to leave when we came in. Looked to me like you were pretty involved with jackin' off. Well don't let us stop you. Just make sure you leave time to do us too." "Look I really want to leave, OK? I'm telling you I don't want to do anything." "What's the matter, can't cum without a dick in your ass? Is that what's got you on edge? I'm sure we could fix that." "No, that's not it. I'm just not in the mood anymore." "Parker, for somebody who's not in the mood you got a pretty hard drippy dick," Greg chimed in. "Go ahead and show us," Jeremy continued. "I bet you can't shoot without a cock pokin' your butt." "That's bullshit. Leave me alone." "Do it, Parker. If you cum, maybe we'll let you go. If you don't we help you out. How's that for a deal?" I thought about my options. There weren't many. I could fight it and they'd still end up fucking me. And Jeremy hadn't exactly given me a guarantee that they'd let me go if I did cum. But I didn't have much choice. Why hadn't I left when I had the chance? Why had I let myself suck Derek and just get myself in more trouble? Slowly I got to my feet. I took my hard dick again and started to stroke. I closed my eyes. I tried to think of fucking Jennie, feeling her juicy cunt around my dick. It didn't help. I tried thinking of magazines I'd borrowed from Jeff. I envisioned big titted women, lying back, fingering their pussies. I jacked harder but still, as hard as I was, I couldn't seem to get anywhere. I thought of . . . oh what the hell, I thought of Wayne and Max. At that point, I was willing to try anything to get this over with. I remembered Max's huge cock pushing into my ass as Wayne pounded my mouth. I could feel the pressure growing in my balls. Precum oozed out of my dick. I felt that incessant itch in my ass grow stronger. I was right on the edge. But I couldn't cum. "What's the matter, Parker," Greg asked with mock concern, "Need some help?" The four of them were standing there, watching me sweat as I beat furiously at my meat. I pulled on my balls, remembering the way Max had tied and stretched them. It just made it all the more painful. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. My dick was slick with my lube. But it just wouldn't happen. That yearning in my ass was becoming a shout. I needed something in there, rubbing my swollen prostate, stretching my hole. I could hear Dad saying, "You are a faggot." I pumped away at my dick all the more franticly. But it refused to shoot. Finally, I wore out. I stood there panting, my hand still on my dick. I knew what was coming. "You know I hate to see a guy in pain," Jeremy said, rubbing his hard dick through his shorts. "Let me help you out." He walked toward me. "No, really, I'm OK," I gasped. He reached out and twisted my left nipple hard. "I think you do. I think you need something up that ass to give you that little extra push. Don't you?" The other three had their dicks out now, stroking slowly as they watched Jeremy walk around behind me. He rubbed his hand over my butt cheek and then gave it a sharp slap. I winced but stood there, too humiliated to speak. I wanted to run and yet I also wanted him to do what I knew he was going to do. Turning me around, he pushed me forward over the urinal. I reached out and braced myself against the wall. Knowing what was coming, I spread my legs apart. "You can't wait, can you, pussy boy?" Jeremy sneered. "Well, let's see how that cunt of yours is doing." He ran his fingers over my hole. It was still open from the pounding Max and Wayne had given it. Jeremy slid two fingers in easily. "You've opened up a lot more since our last party." He worked a third finger in, twisting them around in my ass. "You've been a busy little whore, haven't you?" I groaned. His manipulations hurt but also felt hot. I wanted to cry. But I didn't want him to stop. "You really need it don't you?" I said nothing but a thick string of precum hung down from by aching dick. "Say it, bitch!" he jammed a fourth finger in and twisted them roughly. With his other hand he smacked my ass hard. "Tell us what you need." The others were gathered around us. Greg, Trevor and Derek had stripped off their shorts and stood stroking their hard cocks, waiting to hear my response. "I, I just want to cum." Jeremy shoved his fingers deeper. He slapped my ass again. "Tell me what you need, whore. Tell us what makes you cum." Tears rolled down my face. I whispered, "I need something in my ass." Jeremy slapped my butt again and poked his fingers deeper. They were all the way in me now. "Louder! Let them hear you." I sobbed, "I need something in my ass." "That's more like it. Now, whose dick do you want first?" "I don't care," I mumbled, "Just go ahead." "Thanks for the invitation. Don't mind if I do." Jeremy laughed. He pulled his fingers out of my ass with one last rough twist. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pull his boxers off and step out of them. He slapped his nine-inch boner against my butt a couple of times and then started pushing it in. It sank in all the way. He began pumping. "Yeah, you sure have opened up a lot," he panted as he thrust in and out, his balls slapping against my ass. "This really does feel like a twat now. You must be workin' this cunt full time to get it this stretched. But then I know how you love it." I cringed in embarrassment at the way he was talking about me in front of Trevor and Derek. But my dick was drooling steadily. I could feel my load building even more in my balls as the head and shaft of his cock rubbed over my prostate. Greg spoke up, watching Jeremy pound me as he stroked his big ten inch meat. "Yeah, you guys should have seen this slut the other night. He had two dicks up his ass at the same time. He just about shot up to the ceiling from that." "No way!" Trevor exclaimed. He was rubbing precum all over the head of his fat dick. It looked almost as big as Greg's but a little thicker at the head. "He couldn't stretch that much. I mean, shit, I don't know any girls who can take two dicks in her twat." "No shit, man," Greg answered. "I was there. He took his stepbrother, Tom, and Jeremy up his ass at the same time. Fuckin' wild." Derek whistled, "Goddam! I gotta see that." Jeremy laughed again. He was pumping fast now, almost knocking me over as he built to an orgasm. "As soon as I'm done, I'm sure Parker will be glad to demonstrate. And now I think he should demonstrate just how much my dick in his ass sets him free." He grabbed my right hand, pulling it away from the wall. I almost fell over, trying to brace myself with my left hand. Jeremy pushed my hand down to my dick. "Jack for us, Parker. You know you want to cum while I'm fuckin' your cunt. Go ahead, show us all how it turns you on." I resisted. I didn't want them to see me cum while he fucked me. But my dick and balls were in pain. I needed to cum so bad. I took my dick in hand and stroked. I was shaking. Within seconds, my dick fired a load of cum splashing against the wall. And more. And more. I watched as the cum ran down the wall. "See," Jeremy panted as he built toward his own load. "That did it for you." He plunged all the way in and I felt his hot juice shoot into my guts. He caught his breath and pulled out. "Feel better faggot?" I tried to speak. What could I say? Jeremy had shown them exactly what he'd predicted. I needed something in my ass to cum. I stood up and nodded in silence. It was an admission of defeat. "Bet you'd like more wouldn't you," Greg said, walking over to me. I found my voice. "Please, don't. Not again. I just want . . ." "To cum again, right. That's why your dick is still hard." Greg grabbed my gooey dick. It was still stiff. Dribbles of cum still hung from it. "Come on over here. Trev, you too. You haven't gotten to sample this pussy yet." Pulling me by my dick, Greg led me to one of the stalls. He sat down on the toilet, leaning back and holding his big stiff cock straight up. "Sit on it, Parker," Greg ordered. "Please, Greg, let me go." "Don't be shy, Parker. Just do it. NOW!" he yelled. Trevor pushed me from behind until I was positioned over Greg's pole. Then the two of them pulled me down until it started pushing into my aching butt. In no time, I was sitting on Greg, his big cock all the way inside me. I groaned in pain but it was starting to get me worked up again. My dick twitched against my stomach. Greg smiled. "See I knew you wanted it. Now start working your ass pussy up and down on my cock, slut. Get that hole of yours to work." I did it, knowing that I had no alternative. I pushed up and down, letting his pole slide in and out of my ass. Once again, the rubbing inside started a new load building in my balls. I knew I was going to end up needing to cum again. Greg reached up and pulled me forward toward his chest. He called to Trevor who was standing right behind me. "See how open that hole is? Why don't you see if you can open it more." I was wide-eyed in panic. Greg's dick alone was huge. Trevor's was almost as long with an even bigger head on it. "Please, don't. I can't take that. Please." "Don't mind him," Jeremy said as he and Derek looked on. "He always says that. Part of his routine. Just shove it in. He'll take it." Trevor moved up behind me. He grabbed my hips and started pushing his dick in on top of Greg's. My ass was in agony as the head popped through, stretching me open more than I'd ever been. I started to scream. Greg clamped a hand over my mouth. "Just relax, pussy boy and shut up. You'll adjust. And you'll love it. Jesus, that feels great." Trevor was breathing hard as he pushed harder. "Holy fuck, this is awesome. I never felt something like this around my dick. This is fucking amazing." I was almost hysterical. I could feel Trevor's cock pushing further into me. He and Greg started lifting me up and down so that both dicks fucked me together. I felt like my insides would rip apart. But my dick was still hard and dripping on Greg's stomach. Greg called attention to that. "Look at how he gets off on this. He's gonna blow another load with these two cocks in him. But you know, I am getting tired of keepin' my hand on your mouth, Parker. Maybe you need something else to shut you up." He nodded to Jeremy and Derek. They squeezed into the stall and stood in back of the toilet, behind Greg. Both of them were stroking their dicks. Derek apparently had completely recharged from the load he'd shot in my mouth before. And Jeremy looked ready for another go at it as well. "OK, cocksucker, take my dick," Derek said, rubbing his dick against my mouth. "I know what an expert you are from last time. So do your stuff." I was beyond trying to fight it. It was no use. I took Derek's thick eight-incher in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and started plowing my throat. Jeremy stood beside him watching. "Hey, if he can take two in his ass I bet he can take two in his mouth too." He pushed his dick against my lips. I thought my jaw would be dislocated as he shoved in beside Derek. Just as Trevor and Greg were working my ass in unison, Jeremy and Derek pumped together as well, stretching my mouth open as far as it would go. I still was centered on the feeling in my ass, assaulting my insides and grinding against that swollen bump. I felt the load in my balls growing. I squirmed in pain and lust. I knew I was going to blow a load soon. And I did. Without even touching my dick, my jizz splashed all over Greg, some shots even hitting Jeremy and Derek as they fucked my mouth. I moaned around their dicks. "Wow, he really is turned on by this." Trevor gasped as he continued to pump along with Greg. "I guess that protest bit is just an act. I'm gonna cum, man." I felt his hot load fill my ass, lubing the insides as Greg continued pumping. "Oh yeah, he loves it alright," Greg growled, "And he's gonna love this big load I'm about to give him. Here it comes." Another volley of hot cum filled my aching butt. My moans were muffled by the two dicks that continued to pummel my mouth. "And here comes another for his mouth," Derek yelled. I felt his cum splash against my throat. I tried to swallow but with my mouth pried all the way open it was difficult. I was choking on his load as Jeremy shot another one to join it. I thought I was going to pass out. The two of them pulled out of my mouth, leaving me coughing and drooling cum down my chin. Trevor pulled out of my ass and lifted me up off Greg's dick. He helped me out of the stall and let me down to sit on the floor. I was still coughing and trying to catch my breath. Trevor looked down at me. "Oh, he'll be alright. Just overdid it a little I guess," Greg said as he walked over and slid his boxers back on. "He's just a little too anxious a cocksucker." Trevor looked back at me as he picked up his shorts. "Hey, man, your ass is awesome. Love to try it again sometime." I sat silently, still catching my breath. I looked away from Trevor, staring at the wall. "I'm sure our little fag friend would be glad to help you out anytime." Jeremy said as he dressed too. "His ass is always open." The three of them laughed as they walked out the door. Derek came over and squatted down. "Hey, I'm sorry if I hurt you, man. I just got a little carried away. You're so damn good at that." I stayed silent. Compliments to my cocksucking abilities weren't really what I wanted to hear right now. Standing up, he reached down to give me a hand. I grabbed it and got to my feet. I felt shaky. Derek went over and put on his shorts and brought me my towel. I wiped some of the cum and sweat off and wrapped it around my waist. "You want me to walk you back to your room. You look a little wobbly." "Just leave me alone. I'll be OK." I was chilly and distant. "Look, it's OK. I mean if you like dick, that's your business. So thanks. You were great." "Yeah." I didn't even look at him as he turned and walked out of the restroom. I leaned against the wall and shut my eyes. I saw my father's face and heard him saying, "You are a faggot." "No!" I said softly to the empty room. "I won't be. I'll show you." I started to walk to the door. With every step, I felt cum running out of my ass and down my legs. My hole felt squishy, throbbing each time I moved. The feeling reminded me of what had just happened: Two big cocks had fucked me. I thought of the feeling of those two posts stretching my ass. I started to get hard again. "No! Stop it!" I said to myself. But there was no stopping the feeling. I thought maybe I better shower off a little before going back to Max and Wayne. I headed for the darkened shower area. I pulled back the curtain for the last stall and turned on the water. Removing my towel, I stepped in. I let the cool water rush over me. I tried to relax after the latest ordeal. I touched my hard cock. It ached for attention again. I started jacking. I tried to cum but I knew what was missing. I stuck two fingers in my stretched out hole and began working them around. I thought of the two dicks that had pounded my ass so recently. In no time, I was shooting another load all over the shower wall. Jeremy had been right. I needed something in my ass to cum. How had that happened? Yeah sure, I realized I'd been doing stuff like that for long time: sticking my finger or a candle up there, getting turned on by it. But now, it seemed to be an obsession. Suddenly I heard a deep voice. "Step out here please." TO BE CONTINUED . . .