Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2017 05:41:09 +0000
From: Shaverboy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Curiosity chapter 23

My apologies to the readers for taking a long gap between uploading. I am
going to try to get all the remaining chapters uploaded very quickly. Happy
jacking!

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..!

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 23 - AN EVENING WITH A FRIEND

I was home. At last. I lay on my bed, naked. It still was uncomfortable to
feel clothes rubbing against my dick and nipples. I'd gotten home a half
hour ago and immediately stripped off those damned coveralls and thrown them
in the trash. I never wanted to see them again to remind me of this
humiliating weekend. So much had happened. Now I lay back, trying to get my
thoughts together. What the hell had happened to me this weekend?

I remembered Max and Wayne supporting me as we left the doctor's office. The
doctor had given Max a tube of ointment for my stretched out asshole and a
bottle of pills he said would help to calm me down. (I found out later that
the ointment was genuinely supposed to help my ass but the pills were an
oral form of the drug the doctor had injected me with to make me super horny
and sensitive to touch.)

They had led me out to Wayne's old delivery van. Max got in the back with
me. Wayne had an old mattress in the back of the van (which Max told me
Wayne made good use of frequently with his girlfriend.) I was pretty out of
it. I felt drunk. But more, I still felt that tingling itch all over. But
most of all, I felt exhausted. I'd been up all night (and really hadn't
gotten much sleep the night before.) and I felt like I was going to drop.

Max sat against the wall with my head in his lap while Wayne drove. He held
me and stroked my hair gently. It was a nice feeling but I was
uncomfortable. The coveralls rubbed irritatingly against my sensitive
nipples and dick. I kept squirming against them. Max helped me to slip them
off. I didn't resist. He got undressed as well. I curled up naked against
him and dozed off.

After a while, I woke up. We were on the road and it took me a few moments
to put back together where I was. Max had fallen asleep too and lay there,
naked, next to me, his arm around me. I sat up. My sudden movement awakened
Max.

"Where are we?" I asked.

Wayne called back from the driver's seat, "We're almost home. You feeling
better?"

"I guess." I suddenly felt self-conscious being naked with them. Yet I
didn't want to put my clothes back on and feel that uncomfortable rubbing. I
reached over and got the coveralls and put them over my waist covering up my
half hard dick.

Max reached up and ran his hand across my chest. I shied away. I didn't want
anyone touching me. Not even Max who I did kind of like.

"What's the matter, Tim? I thought you were feeling more comfortable."

I pulled away from him, sitting on the other side of the van. "I just feel
kind of funny about this. It's been a really weird weekend, you know."

"You're not going back to the 'I'm straight' routine, are you? Not after
begging for dick the way you did."

I shifted uncomfortably, remembering how desperate for being fucked I'd been
back at the college. "Hey, I was drugged. I don't know what that shit was
that the doctor gave me but I wasn't acting like me. So just leave me alone.
I've been doing stuff I never wanted to do. You and Wayne have been better
than some of the other shits about this but I still don't like it. I am
straight. I really am. Really."

I was ranting now. I wanted him to believe me. I could tell by the look in
his eyes that he didn't.

"Why are you so insistent on that, Tim? It's pretty obvious to everybody
that you like cock."

I sat straight up. "STOP SAYING THAT! I don't. I'm not a stinking fag! So
shut your goddam mouth."

I could tell that Max looked sort of hurt. I didn't want that. In some sort
of way, I felt different about him. "Look, I don't know what I feel right
now. I've been through a lot this week and I don't know how to sort it out.
I need some time, OK?"

"Sure, Tim. Take all the time you need." He seemed a little pissed. I felt
bad about that but I wasn't sure why. I mean after all, Max had fucked me
too. He was no better than the others I told myself. So why did it bother me
that he was upset?

We rode on in silence. We were coming into town. In a few minutes, we'd be
back at school where I'd left my car. Max refused to look at me, looking out
the back window at the sky.

I found myself wanting him to not be mad at me. Somehow, it was important. I
scooted over to him, still covering my crotch with the coveralls.

"Max, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I guess I'm just upset and
you were the closest one to take it out on."

He grabbed me and pulled me to him. He took my head in his hands and kissed
me hard. I struggled for a second and then let him. I almost was wanting to
kiss back but I wouldn't let myself. I could feel my dick get hard. I tried
to hide it but Max reached down and pulled the coveralls out of my grasp.

"What a little liar you are. What a little hypocrite." I could see real
anger in his eyes as he pulled back and grabbed my dick. "I know this week
had been hard on you. But how do you explain this?" He squeezed my dick for
emphasis. "How do you explain all the times you've cum from being fucked?
Yeah, people have taken advantage of you, and I don't approve of everything
they've done. But until you come to terms with yourself and take control of
your life, people are going to keep getting mixed signals form you. Like
what you described to me about that the first time with that Gary guy. You
sort of wanted it. You called it being curious. I call it being horny for
dick. And even with those guys in the bathroom last night. You got off on
it. When you take your time to think about things, think about the vibes you
send out. Think about how you stare at guys' crotches. Think about why you
used to fuck yourself with a finger or a candle and what was on your mind.
Take your time to think, Tim. But think about it all."

He was slowly jerking my cock as he spoke. I said nothing to stop him,
terrified by his words but, in spite of myself, turned on by his actions.

"Why not enjoy it, Tim?"

I hesitated. "Because, because it's wrong, it's sick, all fags are sick."

"Why do you think that?"

"My dad told . . ." I stopped. The painful memory of my father's accusations
flooded my mind. His confrontations, his punishments. Making me jack off in
front of him. And that final night. Making me suck him. Fucking my ass. And
then, to give me a final constant reminder of what a disgrace I would be,
getting the doctor to cut off my foreskin. I froze in the memory but my dick
grew even harder.

"What did he do to you, Tim? How did he make you so ashamed of who you are?"

I was almost hysterical. "Don't ask me that! Leave me alone!"

"What did he do?"

"He . . . circumcised me." I blurted out as I came all over Max's hand, my
cum dripping down all over his leg. I exploded into tears, falling against
Max's chest. I saw Wayne looking back over his shoulder, a look of amazement
on his face. Max held me tight as I sobbed uncontrollably. I had finally
told someone.

"Holy shit," Max whispered. "No wonder you're fucked up."

Wayne had pulled into the school parking lot and around the back of the gym,
next to my car. He turned off the engine and climbed back with us. Through
my sobbing, I told them about that night three years ago before my father
left, that night I hadn't even been able to remember until yesterday. And as
I told, my dick was drooling, the head rubbing against Max's thigh.

Wayne put his hand on my shoulder. "It makes you hot, doesn't it? Talking
about him fucking you really gets you going."

I sniffed and wiped my face. My dick was drooling a steady stream all over
Max's leg. I was turned on to the feel of his smooth skin. "N-no, I couldn't
be. I just, just . . ."

Wayne knelt down, running his hand down my back to my butt. I shivered from
the contact but didn't want to move from Max's grasp.

"Tim," Wayne said softly, "It's OK. Your dad did a shitty thing to you. But
it's OK that you were turned on by the sex. It's even OK that you were
turned on by being dominated. Just accept that you get off on that. I'm not
gonna criticize you for it. Neither is Max."

I was getting more turned on by the touch of these two big men surrounding
me. Even after all I'd been through, I felt horny again. I could feel Max's
big dick rising slowly, rubbing against the head of my leaking cock. "I
don't know," I mumbled, "I just don't know what to think."

Max took my head in his hands and looked me in the eye. "Then stop thinking
so much for a while and go with what you feel."

I hesitated a second. Then he gently pushed me down his chest toward his
hard dick. I took his big cock in my hand. I ran my tongue over the head.
The voice in my head said stop. But my body said yes. I sucked the fat
helmet of flesh on his dick as I stroked the thick shaft and played with his
balls.

Wayne had taken off his clothes and got between my legs as I lay on my
stomach sucking his big brother. I felt two of his fingers enter my ass.
With his other hand he played with my balls. I struggled a little but there
wasn't much fight left in me. Besides, his probing felt good, soothing the
itching emptiness of my hole. I moaned softly.

"Let us make you feel good, Tim," Max whispered, his hand on the back of my
head. "Wayne will fuck you. You want it don't you? You like having that
pussy of yours stretched open and pounded."

"I-I don't know."

They pulled me to my knees. Wayne now was twisting three fingers around in
my ass. Max was in front of me and took my nipples between his fingers and
twisted them hard. I winced but my dick jumped in response. A thick string
of ooze drooled out.

"Your dick knows. It knows you're horny as hell being naked with two big
bodybuilders workin' you over. It knows you want Wayne's big hose up your
cunt, pumping you full of jizz. Your dick knows you want to lick my big bone
until I spooge in your mouth. Your dick doesn't lie."

I stayed silent. There was no denying how turned on I was, no matter how
much I wanted to.

Max looked me in the eye. "Kiss me, Tim."

Slowly, I leaned forward and let my tongue enter his mouth. He continued to
work my nipples as his tongue dueled with mine. Behind me, Wayne had removed
his fingers and was pressing his fat cock against my hole. I felt the head
pop in and travel up inside me. Wayne was kissing the back of my neck while
his big brother and I continued exploring each other's mouths. Max ended the
kiss and I knelt there, my mouth still open, my eyes closed, and my body on
fire.

"You love that big post inside you, don't you? You love feeling your guts
stretched wide.

I whispered, "I . . . don't . . . kn . . ."

Max reached down and scooped some of the precum from the head of my cock. He
held it to my open lips and smeared it on my tongue. "You know alright. You
know."

"Suck my nipples, Tim." I bent forward and took his left nipple in my mouth,
teasing it with my tongue. I could feel Wayne slowly working in and out of
my ass. I switched to Max's right nip, sucking it hard. He was still pulling
and twisting mine. It hurt and felt so good at the same time.

"Now work on my cock, Tim. Lick it and suck it. Show me how much you want my
dick."

Max pushed my head down to his cock. I was on my hands and knees as I ran my
tongue along the foot long shaft and head. I licked the precum off the piss
slit. I licked back down the shaft to his big smooth balls.

"Lick those nuts, boy. Show me how you love 'em. Get 'em nice and wet. Show
me how curious you are about them."

I sucked on his balls. I nibbled at the skin of his ballsack. I was beyond
fighting it. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel his skin slide across
my tongue. I wanted his dick in my mouth. Wayne was picking up speed in my
ass. It was driving me over the edge.

"Yeah, you're hot for it aren't you, Tim? You can't get enough dick can you?
Take it in your mouth. Suck that big thing til I shoot my creamy load down
your throat."

I did. I stretched my lips around enormous head of his cock. I pushed until
it finally popped into my aching jaws. I wasn't sure it would ever come out
again. I didn't care. I had to have it in my mouth. Because Max told me to.
I was possessed. I would do whatever he told me. I needed him to tell me
what to do.

"That's it. Happy now? You've got two big dicks in you. You're gonna have
two big loads in you, filling you from both ends."

And soon I did. Wayne blew his load in my ass, pounding hard against my butt
cheeks as he drove his dick in to the hilt. Max shot his cream in my mouth,
pressing the giant pole down into my throat as I gulped furiously to keep
up.

Max pulled his dick from my mouth and Wayne pulled out of my hole. They
turned me over on my back and both began licking my dick. Wayne worked down
to my balls as Max took my dick in his mouth and played with my tits. Wayne
stuck two fingers into my gooey ass and rubbed my raw, swollen prostate
lump. I moaned louder and louder as I built to a climax which exploded in
Max's mouth. I was twitching and writhing all over the floor of the van as I
shot and shot.

Finally, I was finished. I lay there panting, drenched in sweat and
exhausted. My mind was in a swirl. I couldn't think. The two of them
caressed my heaving body.

Max kissed me on my sweaty forehead. "You see, Tim. You see how good it can
be? I want it to be good for you. I want you to blow the biggest load you
can blow."

I lay there, silently, too confused to speak.

Wayne had sat back against the other side of the van. "Why are you
bothering, bro? He doesn't want to listen. I mean I feel bad for him too.
But you're wasting your breath. He's not gonna admit he got off on this.
Maybe it's not his fault. But he's not gonna change."

Max looked down at me on the floor. "I don't believe that." He pulled me up
to a sitting position. "Tim, I care about you. Do you believe me? I want you
to be OK. I want to help."

I stared at him, unsure what to say. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to
hug him . . .

And I wanted to run away.

"Let me go home." I mumbled.

"Sure, Tim," Max said, sounding like he'd lost a battle, "Let's go find your
wallet and keys."

We dressed in silence and Max got out with me to find the maintenance man
who let us into the locker room. I found my backpack sitting next to my
locker. I got my keys and wallet out. Max stood there looking at me.

"Are you OK? You want us to follow you home?"

"No," I said dully. "I can make it. Besides I'm sure Wayne has better things
to do."

"Tim, I meant what I said, I really do want you to be OK. And Wayne likes
you too. You know he's more into girls than guys and I guess I'm more into
guys than girls. Usually he wouldn't even give a second thought about some
guy he fucked. But he likes you. And so do I, Tim. I like you a lot."

I looked at him, tears coming to my eyes. "I think I believe you. But I
don't even know what OK is for me anymore. Leave me alone, Max. I'm going
home now." I turned and headed for the door.

Max came up behind me and grabbed my hand. There was a piece of paper in it.
"Tim, here's my phone number at my dad's house. I'll be there for the next
three weeks before heading back to school to help with another weight
lifting clinic. Call me."

"Sure," I said without much conviction. "Tell Wayne thanks for the ride."

Max studied me sadly. "I'll tell him. Oh, and here's this. I thought you
might want it." He handed me the videotape from the security camera that
Marty had given him.

I took the tape without comment and stuck it in my bag. I just wanted to get
out of there.

"You take care of yourself, Tim."

I turned and walked out the door. I walked past Wayne's van and got in my
car. I started it up and headed for home.

So here I was. Home. I lay back trying to figure out what to do next. This
was the first time I'd been alone for the last three days. And I was too
tired to even try to think. Max had tried to be nice, tried to be concerned,
but I didn't want his help. I didn't want anything from him or Wayne or any
of the others who'd been a part of this nightmare of a week. I just wanted
to be left alone.

There had been a bunch of messages when I checked the answering machine.
>From my mother wondering where I was. From Pat and Ben, hoping I was OK.
>From Jeff, asking me to call him about getting together. I ignored them all.
I was too tired. I had rubbed some of the ointment on my ass and it seemed
to be helping a little. I had been reviewing the weekend in my head over and
over as I lay there and it just seemed more of a muddle as I did. I finally
drifted off to sleep about noon. I was too exhausted to even dream.

The phone was ringing.

And ringing.

And ringing.

I groggily tried to focus my eyes on the clock. 7:00. Morning or evening? I
wasn't sure. I reached over and picked up the phone.

"Hullo," I rasped in a voice at least an octave below normal.

"Dude? Tim? Is that you? You sound like shit!"

It was Jeff. I tried to pull myself together.

"Sorry, man. I got back from the meet and must have fallen asleep." My head
cleared a bit and I realized from the direction of the sun coming into the
room that it was seven in the evening.

"Where the fuck have you been? I've been trying to get hold of you since
last night. I thought you were getting back from the meet yesterday."

"Um, I, uh, had a few, uh, complications. I didn't get back till today."

"Complications? Shit, dude! You been partyin' haven't you? That's why you're
such a tired ass. You stayed up there at the college partyin'."

"Well, I guess you could call it that." I figured he could think that. It
was a hell of a lot easier than the truth.

"Dude, you are one wild little fucker. First you get jacked off by some
chick at the pool on Friday, then ya spend the weekend doin' the wild thing
with some college babes. What is your secret, dude?"

I lay there with my eyes closed, thinking how ridiculous this conversation
was. "Clean living, I guess."

Jeff laughed, "Yeah right, you horny little fucker. You plow some babe good
last night?"

"Oh, there was plenty of plowing going on, man. Believe me." He didn't need
to know that I had been the plowee not the plower.

"You little fucker! Why don't you ever invite me on some of your wild
adventures?"

I held the receiver away and stared at it. This was just too weird. If he
had any idea that my 'wild adventures' had all started because I was
thinking about him . . .

I finally spoke again, changing the subject, "So what's up with you, man?"

"That's why I've been trying to call you, dude. I moved out of the house. I
got an apartment."

"When did this happen?"

"Friday night. My friend Lex from work found this place. It's a fuckin'
dump. But he asked me to share it with him. So it's our very own fuckin'
dump. I told my folks I was moving out and moved in here yesterday. Mom was
pissed but Dad seemed to think it was a cool idea."

"That's great," I said, not really caring that much. "Where is it?"

He told me the address. It was an older section of town. He and Lex had the
second floor of an old house. It had two rooms plus a bathroom and a small
kitchen. He had one room and Lex had the other, which was also the living
room. He sounded like he had found a castle.

"So when you comin' over to see it, dude? Why not come over tonight? Lex is
out with some friends so why don't you come over. I got the fridge stocked
with beer. And I got a VCR from a friend at work. He lent me one of his fuck
films and it is so fucking hot. Another guy gave me one today that I haven't
watched yet but I bet it's fucking hot too."

"I don't know, Jeff. I'm kind of beat." I really didn't feel like seeing
anybody, not even Jeff.

"Yeah the big stud wore himself out fucking. Oh come on, dude. I want you to
see the place. Come on over."

I thought for a second. Maybe this would be just the thing to start getting
things back to normal: hang with Jeff, have a few beers, talk about girls
and fucking real cunt. It was just what I needed.

"OK, give me about an hour. I gotta clean up."

"Great, I'll order some pizza. See ya, dude."

I hung up and sat up on the bed. My body was still sore. My nipples were
still tingling from all the pulling and twisting they'd gotten. My dick felt
like it had been sand papered. My balls were still hanging lower than usual
and appeared swollen. And of course my ass hurt like crazy. Every time I
moved the entrance seemed to rub and tingle. I'd need to put more ointment
on it before I left.

I took a quick shower and shaved. I managed to get through it without
jacking off again but my dick did fill out to full hardness as I stood in
the shower. I resisted the urge to finger my ass and get off again.

After putting another dose of cream on my hole, I put on a pair of white
briefs and some gym shorts. It felt funny, my dick was so sensitive to any
rubbing that the material of the briefs was enough to throw it into another
hardon. I got an oversized tee shirt out of the drawer and pulled it on. As
loose as it was, it still rubbed against my nipples, causing even more of a
problem with my dick. I tried to relax but after all I'd been through, that
wasn't easy. Every throb of my dick reminded me of one of the episodes of
sex I'd been through this weekend. I could feel my dick start to leak in my
underwear.

I remembered the pills that the doctor had sent with me. They were supposed
to help me relax, he'd said. Probably something like Valium, I thought.
Maybe it would help to take one before I left. Maybe I'd be calmed down by
the time I got to Jeff's. I popped one out of the bottle and swallowed it
down with some water. After thinking about it a minute, I took a second one.
I slipped on some sandals and headed out.

It took me about a half hour to make it to Jeff's place. As I drove, I was
starting to have second thoughts about this. The hardon I'd sprung in the
shower wouldn't go away and I could feel the damp gooiness of precum on my
stomach. And something else. The sensitive feeling of my nipples was driving
me crazy. Every time my tee shirt brushed against them, it sent a shiver
through me. As a matter of fact, my skin was feeling kind of sensitive all
over my body. I would have loved to take my clothes off right then. I was
breaking out in a sweat. My dick was throbbing in my shorts I started
thinking about Jeff, about his dick. What the hell was going on? I shook my
head. No! I was not going to screw this up. I just needed to get my mind on
something else.

I finally pulled up in front of the address Jeff had given me. He hadn't
exaggerated. It was a dump. It was a two story clapboard house, very narrow
and in bad need of a paint job. Jeff had told me that I needed to go around
to the back and up the stairs to get to their place. I did, and knocked on
the screen door.

Jeff came to the door, wearing a pair of black nylon gym shorts and nothing
else. The trimmed hair on his muscular chest glistened with sweat. I found
myself staring at his body. My mind returned to the thoughts I'd had of him.
I tried to push them away but they wouldn't leave my mind. If anything, they
seemed more vivid and insistent than ever. The tingly sensation of my skin
seemed worse.

"Hey dude, glad you found the place," Jeff said, motioning me in. "Sorry
it's so goddammed hot in here. We gotta go out tomorrow and get an air
conditioner. Let me grab you a beer and I'll give you the tour. Pizza's on
the way." He got a Bud out of the old beat up refrigerator. Looking in,
there wasn't a lot else except a lot of beer, a quart of milk and a bottle
of catsup.

He showed me around. The bathroom was off the kitchen. Through the door was
room with a mattress and box springs on the floor and an old dresser with a
TV and VCR on it. Jeff proudly announced that this was his room. Through
another door was the front room with a futon and a couple of chairs, another
TV and a stereo. There was a fan in the window blowing a warm breeze through
the room. This was the living room and Lex's room. End of tour. Jeff plopped
down on the futon, spreading his legs. I sat in one of the chairs. I
fidgeted around, my skin feeling hotter and more sensitive by the minute.

"OK, dude, I know it's not a mansion, but hey, I can have girls over
whenever I want, Lex keeps the place stocked with brew, and I'm out of the
fucking parents' house. It's great."

He was so happy about it I had to share his joy. This place was freedom.
Good for Jeff. He was getting what he wanted. I found myself staring again
at his hunky body as he lay back on the futon. He looked so hot. I could see
his balls peeking out of the leg of his shorts. This was driving me crazy.
Sure I'd thought about him and his dick before, but now it seemed to be an
obsession. I started to think that coming over here had not been such a
great idea.

"So tell me about your weekend, dude. Who was this chick you ended up
porking?"

I snapped out of my daze. What the hell was I going to tell him? "Well,
nobody special. We met at a party and things just happened." This was going
to be a test of how well I could lie through my teeth.

"I'll bet they did. What did she look like?" He rubbed his crotch. God, how
was I going to get through this evening? I felt out of control. Every time I
looked at Jeff, I just got hornier. It was seeming hotter in the room by the
second.

I tried to make up something that sounded sexy but vague. Something in
Jeff's expression told me he wasn't buying it but maybe I was just being
paranoid.

The pizza arrived and we sat on the back steps to eat and have another beer.
Jeff told me about how his job with his dad's construction company was
going, about some of the girls he'd gone out with, about Lex and some of the
other guys at work. I was only half listening. I shifted around
uncomfortably on the steps and kept trying to pull my shirt away from my
chest. And to make matters worse, I was sitting two steps below Jeff. Every
time I looked at him I could see right up the leg of his shorts, getting an
eyeful of his big balls and the head of his dick. I tried not to stare but
it was a battle. And it almost seemed he was trying to give me a look. I
tried to concentrate on the pizza since it was the first food I'd had all
day.

"Hey, you saw I got a VCR?" Jeff asked as he sipped his beer. "I borrowed
this hot video from another one of the guys at work. I've whacked off to it
about a dozen times already. I got another one from a guy at the pool today.
I just watched part of that one. I think you'll really enjoy that. Come on
in and I'll show them to you. You'll really find this hot."

"Great," I said, feeling slightly dizzy as I got up and followed him back
into the apartment. Fuck films. The last thing I needed right now was fuck
films. But on the other hand, I thought of that night last summer when we'd
jacked off together looking at porn magazines. I couldn't resist the
possibility that it might happen again. Jeff got us two more beers and we
went in and sat on the bed in his room. I had my legs crossed trying to hide
the hardness of my dick. I couldn't take my eyes off Jeff and the rubbing of
clothing against my nipples and dick was killing me. I kept pulling at my
tee shirt, trying to keep it away from my sore nipples.

"Hey, dude, I know it's hot in here. Go ahead and take your shirt off. Get
comfortable."

I hesitated a second. I didn't trust myself. But I had to get that damned
shirt off before I went nuts. I pulled it over my head and dropped it on the
floor next to the bed. Jeff looked at me.

"Dude, that chick must have had a thing for your nipples. I've never seen
them looking that big before."

I blushed. "Yeah, I guess they did get a little but of a workout." I tried
not to think of the workout they had gotten, but I kept thinking of the
clamps the doctor had put on them and Max pinching and twisting them this
morning. The dampness in my shorts was getting worse.

"Yeah, well you must have had a wild night. You still haven't told me much.
You hiding something?"

"No, why would you say that?" I snapped back.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe if you did something kinky or something. Maybe you
did something you think is weird."

There was a tone in his voice that started my heart pounding. He couldn't
know anything, could he? I pleaded with whatever higher powers I could think
of that please, he couldn't know about anything.

"Like what does that mean?" I felt that spasm in my ass telling me exactly
what it meant. I hoped it wasn't what he meant.

He got up and went over to the VCR. "Oh, nothing. Let me show you some of
this tape, man. It's really hot. Especially this last part." He got the tape
out of the top drawer and stuck it in the machine. He turned on the machine
and the TV and jumped back on the bed, lying there with his back against the
wall and his legs spread. My heart was pounding. I sat fidgeting on the
corner of the bed as the video started. It showed some girl in the shower
soaping up her big tits. She was facing the camera, slowly rubbing herself
and working those jugs, playing with her nipples.

"Hey dude, sit back and enjoy it. You seem kind of funny tonight. You
nervous or something?"

"Um, just tired, I guess." I kicked off my sandals and sat back on the bed,
trying to watch the tape but I kept glancing over to see what Jeff was
doing. He was rubbing his crotch, clearly getting hard. At least now I'd
have an excuse for my hardon. I reached down and squeezed my dick through my
shorts. The moment I touched the head, a feeling went all the way through
me. I could feel the lump in my ass pulse.

"Hot pussy, huh?" Jeff asked not taking his eyes off the screen. "You oughta
see the way she squirms when the guy fucks her in the next scene."

The girl was soaping her pussy now, fingering it and spreading her legs. I
watched Jeff squeezing his dick, rubbing it through his shorts. I could see
a slick of precum on his leg as he rubbed back and forth.

He looked over at me and laughed. "See it's got you goin' too. Wait till you
see this next scene. She is so fuckin' hot."

I forced my eyes back to the screen. A guy was walking into the shower. He
had his back to the camera until he took the woman in his arms and started
rubbing his body against hers. They turned profile and I gasped, "Oh my
God!"

It was Wayne. He was rubbing his big dick against her thigh.

"What is it, dude?"

Still shocked, I said, "I, um, know that guy." Immediately I could have
kicked myself. Now I had to explain knowing a guy in porno films. "Um, his
brother goes to state college and I met him, um, at the party. They were the
ones who gave me a ride back today."

"Wow, cool, dude! You think he could introduce us to some of these babes in
the films?"

"Um, well, I don't really know him very well." I was shaking now. It was so
weird to be watching Wayne on film starting to put that huge cock of his
into some woman's pussy when I could so vividly remember it sliding into my
ass about twelve hours ago.

"Well, you got to get to know him better, dude. He probably has a whole pile
of bitches he could hook us up with. I mean look at that slab of dick on
him. I'll bet he keeps 'em happy. I mean, Jesus, how big you think that
thing is anyway?"

"Eleven inches." I said absent-mindedly as I watched Wayne on the TV. The
girl was down on her knees licking his big dick.

"How'd you know that?" he asked, a strange look in his eyes.

I snapped out of it, panicky. I'd been a little too precise. "Um, I don't,
it just looks like it. On the tape, I mean. It looks like it could be eleven
inches."

Jeff watched the tape. "I guess so. You sounded awful sure though. You seen
that thing?"

"Um, no just looking at it here, I thought that." God, I was horny, looking
at Jeff next to me and at Wayne on the screen. It was almost more than I
could stand.

On the screen, she was sucking on it now. Jeff whistled, "Bet that stretched
her jaws to get that thing in."

"Yeah," I said. My dick was throbbing and I felt my own jaw ache from the
memory of Wayne's cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

"You seem to know a lot about this guy's dick. You sure you haven't seen
it?"

I was feeling cornered. Why had I admitted knowing Wayne? "Not like that. I
saw him after he showered this morning, before we left the college."

"So you stayed with him. Was he the one who introduced you to the chick you
fucked?"

"I, uh, yeah, I stayed in his brother's room. No, Wayne didn't introduce me.
He didn't get there until later."

"I'll bet he found a good lay last night. He tell you about it?"

I was shaking now. Why was he asking me all these questions? "He said he had
a good time last night."

"Jesus, buddy, that is hot. You know a guy in the fuck film business. You're
full of surprises. What other secrets are you hiding?"

"None," I said quickly, "I'm not hiding anything."

We settled back into watching. My attention was divided between watching
Wayne on the screen, now working his big tool into the girl's pussy, and
Jeff, working his hard cock through his shorts.

"Wow, man, he is stretching that pussy wide open. Look at her, she must feel
like there's a baseball bat in her cunt."

"Yeah, she does." I knew all too well.

"I gotta jack off, dude. I am so fuckin' horny. You look like you are too.
Ya wanna beat off? Like we did that time last summer?"

God, yes I wanted to but I didn't want Jeff to see my shaved crotch. And
more than that, this whole situation was getting a lot more complicated than
I'd counted on. Still, I couldn't resist. I was so horny I could jump out of
my skin.

"Yeah, sure."

Jeff pulled off his shorts. His thick dick slapped against his stomach. I
stared at it as he started stroking it. I pulled off my own shorts but left
my briefs on. I reached in and rubbed my achingly hard cock. The front of
them was soaked with precum.

"Whoa you are one horny little fucker," Jeff laughed. "Get naked, man before
you spooge in your shorts."

It was hard to resist the need to get the uncomfortable cloth away from my
skin. I felt like every cell in my skin was crawling with the need to
breathe. But I didn't want Jeff to see my shaved crotch and how stretched
and swollen my balls were. "Not right now, man." I lay back with my hard
dick lying in a smear of ooze on my belly, a big wet spot on my briefs and
my hand slowly working my dick.

"Have it your way, dude."

I looked at the screen. I could see Wayne's shaved body as he pounded away
at the girl in the shower.

We went back to jacking. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Jeff's fat cock.
Something inside me wanted to taste it, to run my tongue over those big
balls of his. He finally noticed me looking.

"Hey, dude, why do you keep staring at me? You seem more interested in my
cock than in the flick."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"As a matter of fact, you've been staring at me all night. Aren't you
interested in the fuck film?"

"Oh, sure, it's really hot. It's great."

"Let me put the other one on. Maybe you'll like it better."

He got up, his hard cock swaying in front of him, and walked over to the
VCR. He popped the tape that we'd been watching out and stuck the other one
in. He came back over and flopped back down. He was closer to me this time.
He grabbed his dick again and slowly stroked it. I couldn't resist watching
him.

"Dude you're staring at my dick again. You interested in it?"

I jolted back to reality. "No, no, man. I'm just sort of distracted."

"Well, watch the tape. I think it'll clear things up."

I looked up at the tape and all the blood drained from my face. It showed me
with Jeremy and Greg in the doctor's office last week. I was on my knees
sucking Jeremy's dick. I couldn't believe it. Jeff had a copy of this.

Jeff spoke clearly but softly. "Yeah, this clears up a lot. It clears up why
you've hung around me all this time. You were cruising my dick, hoping to
get a chance at taking it in your fag mouth, right dude?"

"How did you get this?" I whispered. I was still in shock.

"Your stepbrother Tom dropped by the pool today. He said he had a 'gift from
an admirer'. He said it was from somebody who had been lusting after me for
a long time. I thought he meant some bitch who wanted me to fuck her. I
nearly shit when I saw it was you. But I guess I should have figured it."

My head was spinning. I thought I'd pass out. "J-j-jeff, let me explain.
This just happened, I never had done anything like that before, and they,
they made me. I didn't want to."

"Yeah, you look like you're really suffering with that big boner of yours. I
saw the way you blew a load while Jeremy fucked your queer ass."

I sat there stunned. This was horrible. Now Jeff thought I was queer too. I
wanted to curl up and die. But I also was still staring at the big piece of
meat in his hand. I said quietly, "Jeff, you have to believe me. I'm
straight. I really am. I just got sort of pushed into doing this stuff and
it just does stop. But really, it's not my thing."

"Hey, dude, I don't give a shit if you get into fag stuff. I admit I was
kind of blown away when I saw the tape. But what the fuck? If you want to
wrap your lips around a dick, that's your business. You can wrap 'em around
mine. I could use a blow job."

I thought for a moment. Yes I did. I wanted his big dick. But I didn't want
to admit it. My body tingled all over, pushing me to agree. I needed his
dick. My resistance was wearing down. I was so unbelievably horny. I had to
have him. At least I had to try.

"Jeff, could I suck your dick?" The moment the words were out of my mouth, I
couldn't believe I'd said it. What was wrong with me?

Jeff looked at me. "I knew it. Straight, my ass. Sure. If you want to blow
me, go ahead." He lay back on the pillow and put his hands behind his head.

I was shaking as I got up on my knees. I leaned down and took his dick in my
hand. I licked my lips as I studied the big reddish head and thick veiny
shaft.

"Get naked first," he ordered. "I want to see just how whipped up you are
over this."

I pulled off my briefs, revealing my hard swollen dick and balls.

"You are a little fag, aren't you?"

I blushed in shame but stared at his fat cock, licking my lips.

Jeff watched me. "You really want it, don't you? Well, stop stalling. Chow
down, cocksucker."

A chill went through me when he called me that. But I wanted his dick.
Something was driving me. I had to have it. I needed his dick. I ran my
tongue around the big meaty head and down the thick shaft. After several
times licking it, I knew it was time. I opened my mouth and took his dick
in. Slowly I started to suck it.

Jeff groaned. "Jesus, dude, you are a cocksucker. Do it, man, blow my dick."
He put his hand on the back of my head, pushing his dick deeper into my
mouth. I picked up speed, pumping up and down on his dick. My nose was in
his bush, smelling his sweat. I tasted his precum filling my mouth.

"Jesus," he moaned, "You're better than half the girls I've had blow me. Go
for it, cocksucker. Take that dick. There's more where that came from."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I wasn't thinking too much. I was
absorbed in his cock. My own dick was dripping a steady stream onto the bed
as I knelt there. I didn't even notice the noise behind me.

Then a voice came from the door to the kitchen. "Christ you weren't kidding!
He is a fag."

I started to look up but Jeff grabbed the back of my head and held me on his
dick. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see two guys standing in the
door. One was Lex who I'd met a few times. Lex was in his mid-twenties, a
real surfer-dude type, with blonde hair and a deep tan. He was about my
height, 5'9", but much huskier. He was wearing a tank top and old cut-offs.

The other guy was taller, with very short brown hair, also tanned and
muscular. The two of them watched me as Jeff pumped his dick in and out of
my mouth.

"This is Barry. I told him you were going to have a cocksucker here and he
wanted to see. Look at him go to town on that dick, dude. He doin' a good
job."

"Oh, yeah, dude, he's one great cocksucker. Just like we saw in the video."
Jeff nodded toward the TV, showing me getting fucked by Jeremy while I
sucked Greg's dick. Barry's eyes widened when he saw that.

"Christ, he takes it up the ass too. I always wanted to try that but no girl
I've dated has wanted to."

Jeff laughed, "Well, here's your big chance, buddy. Try out this fag ass for
size. He loves it up the butt."

I tried to say no but with Jeff's fat cock stuffed in my mouth, it sounded
like moaning. I could see Barry taking his clothes off in the doorway, as
was Lex. Barry had a really thick cock, sticking straight out a good nine
inches. Lex's was not as thick but longer by an inch, with a big knob-like
head on it. Barry climbed up on the bed behind me. I felt his hands
spreading my ass.

"Jesus, it even looks like a cunt! This fag must really get off on getting
buttfucked."

He ran his finger over my tender swollen hole. The cream that I'd put on it
to soothe the itch was still on there.

"He even has himself all greased up and ready. Well, here it comes, fagboy."

I felt the wide head of Barry's dick begin to stretch my ass open. I
groaned, not so much in pain since my ass had been stretched so much that it
opened easily to his intrusion, but more out of shame that Jeff was now
seeing me get fucked. They interpreted my reaction in a different way.

"Wow, dude," Lex said, standing there stroking his dick, "he really gets off
on that. Look at his dick drip. He's turned on as hell."

And as much as I hated to admit it, I was. My whole body seemed to be
longing for that dick to fill my ass. I was turned on to the taste of Jeff's
cock pumping my mouth. My dick was drooling steadily. God, what was
happening to me? My body was out of my control.

Barry was now pumping my ass hard. Involuntarily my ass gripped his dick,
milking it as he fucked.

"Oh, God, his ass is working my dick. He is one fantastic fuck, man!" Barry
shouted.

Lex was kneeling on the bed next to my face as I continued sucking Jeff.
"Hey, don't hog the cocksucker, man. Let me have a sample."

"Sure," Jeff said, pulling me off his dick and turning my head toward Lex's
long rod. "Show him what you can do, dude."

Unwillingly, I opened my mouth and took Lex's dick. He grabbed the sides of
my head, and plunged his dick into my throat. I tried not to gag. As he
started pumping, his dick slid deeper into my throat with each thrust. I
thought I'd pass out.

"Yeah, take it, cocksucker," Lex growled as he pumped faster, "use that
pussy mouth."

Jeff took my hand and placed it on his dick. I stroked him, feeling the
slickness of his precum and my saliva all over his shaft.

Barry was building toward a climax behind me. I could feel his dick swell in
my ass. As it did I shot my load all over the bed beneath me. Moments later
I felt the hot rush of his load shooting into me.

"Oh shit!" Barry yelled, "He milked it right out of me, dude. What a cunt
this fag has. You gotta try it man." He slowly pulled out leaving my ass
open and empty.

But not for long. Jeff moved around in back of me now. "You need more, dude?
I got more for you."

His dick sank right into my waiting ass. My mind was spinning. Jeff was
fucking me. I'd dreamt of it and yet this wasn't the way I had wanted it. I
felt used and humiliated. And yet, in my excited state, I wanted his dick in
me.

"Shit, dude, you got a great pussy," Jeff panted as he pounded in and out.
"Why you been holding out on me? I would have fucked you years ago if I knew
you were so into it. Instead you been sneaking peeks at my dick all this
time, haven't you. You probably been jackin' off thinking about me fucking
you. Well, here it is pussy boy. You got my dick in your cunt."

As he said this I cringed inside. He was right. I had thought of him. But
not like this. Not pounding my ass while Lex fucked my mouth. And yet,
Jeff's dick inside me excited me so much that I could feel myself getting
ready to shoot again. I did, moaning loudly as cum shot out of my dick.

"Goddamn! He is hot for you," Barry said as he lay there watching me cum,
slowly stroking his meat.

Lex was pounding my throat fast now. He shouted as he shot what seemed like
an ocean of cum into my mouth. I choked as it pumped into my throat. As he
pulled out, cum dribbled down my chin.

"Good blowjob, kid. You're a real pro."

"Let me try his mouth," Barry said, "Watching him has got me hot all over
again." He moved up and sat in front of my face, holding his dick to my
mouth. I tried to shake my head. He grabbed my hair and shoved his dick
between my lips. I gave up and let it slide in.

"Damn, his mouth is almost as good as his ass."

Lex studied me as he lay there. "Look at how hard he still is. What a whore.
You know, we ought to take him down to the site one night and share him with
the guys. They'd love to get a crack at him."

Barry laughed as he worked my head up and down on his cock. "Oh yeah, he'd
love that. Those guys are so horny living in that trailer they'd be in hog
heaven with this little cunt. You like that idea, cunt boy? Ten big sweaty
construction contractors stretchin' that hole?"

"I bet he could take 'em two at a time up that butt," Lex commented, "And in
his mouth. But maybe that would rush thing too much for him. Need to stretch
things out so he can get fucked all night. He'd love that."

I moaned. The thought horrified me. They wanted to use me like a whore. Yet
my dick produced a fresh glob of precum dripping into the puddle of cum
beneath me.

"What do you think, Jeff," Barry asked.

Jeff was still pumping away at my ass, getting close to shooting. "Oh yeah.
Let's do it. My little buddy the whore. We'll keep you filled up."

As I felt his load pump into me, another shot out of my dick.

"Look at that. He's really turned on by the idea," Lex remarked. "Let me try
that hole."

I felt almost a regret as Jeff pulled his dick out of me. Lex replaced him,
sliding his long cock into me.

"Shit, he's slimy as a whore's cunt in here, dudes. But his cunt is still
gripping my dick."

I looked at Jeff out of the corner of my eye. He was studying me. I could
tell his whole attitude toward me had changed. I was now the naked cock
whore. And he knew he could use me whenever he wanted.

Soon I had two more loads in me as Barry shot in my mouth and Lex filled my
ass. I shot once more as they did. As they pulled out, I collapsed in the
pool of cum beneath me.

Lex got up and used my shirt to wipe himself off. He threw my shorts to
Barry who did the same.

"This was great, man," Lex said to Jeff, "Glad you felt like sharing your
little slut friend with us."

"Figured he'd get off on it. Right, Tim?"

I lay there silently, my chest heaving as I tried to regain my strength.

Lex and Barry got dressed. "We're heading down to the bar to play a little
pool," Lex said. "I'll be back later." Slapping me on the butt, he said,
"Thanks for the ride, kid. You got a great pussy."

They walked out, leaving me alone with Jeff. We lay there still naked.

I finally spoke. "How could you do that to me?"

"Yeah, like you didn't get off on it. You wanted it. I knew you would when I
saw the video. So I figured we might as well both have some fun. Lex was
here when I watched the tape the first time and wanted to join in. I mean,
it was obvious from the tape that you like being ganged. So we'll have a
little fun down at the trailer tomorrow night. Hey we could even make a few
bucks out of it, dude."

"You want to sell my ass? No, Jeff! I won't do it."

"Hey, you'll get your share too. And besides, I need something to get in
good with the guys. Dad has talked about promoting me and I want the crew on
my side, you know. So do it as a favor to me."

"Jeff, I can't do it. I won't."

"OK, dude, we'll save it." He looked down at my still swollen cock. "Still
horny aren't you?"

There was no denying it. I nodded.

"Great, dude. Suck me again." Jeff said, holding up his hardening pole. "You
know you want to."

I stared at his dick and decided I might as well. I was still feeling that
tingling horniness all over. At least I'd talked him out of the trailer
thing.

As I bent down to lick on his cock, Jeff smiled and made his plans.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .