Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2017 05:43:53 +0000
From: Shaverboy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Curiosity chapter 25

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 25 - CONSTRUCTION SIGHTS
I sat in the car next to Jeff as he pulled out of the parking lot. The
slight drizzle had become a steady rain. I found myself lost in thought as I
listened to the slap-slap of the windshield wipers.
Jeff. After all that had happened, he was still my friend. And as I looked
over at him I knew I still felt that attraction that had seemed to start
this whole nightmare a week ago. I sat there thinking of all that had
happened.
"You're pretty quiet, dude."
I jumped a little as Jeff's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine.
Just a little tired, I guess."
"Well, we'll get you perked up." We were pulling into a parking lot at a new
condo complex under construction. There was a trailer at the end of the lot
and Jeff pulled up to it and turned off the engine. "I left my wallet at the
office. Come on in with me while I find it."
In the pit of my stomach, I felt there was something wrong. I dismissed it.
I was getting too jumpy, having strange daydreams and suspicious of
everything. But after the week I'd had, who wouldn't be a little weirded
out? I got out of the car and ran through the rain after him, following him
up the wooden steps to the trailer.
We stepped into a small office. There was a big blonde man sitting at the
desk.
"Hi Karl," Jeff said, "This is Tim. I told you about him."
Karl stood up and held out his hand to me. He was wearing a dirty white tee
shirt and cut-offs. He was even bigger than I thought. At 6' 4", he was
solid muscle. The blonde hair on his arms was thick, covering the huge
muscular forearms. I glanced down and saw a large bulge in the front of his
tight shorts as I shook hands, feeling his powerful grip. "So you're Tim.
I've heard a lot about you."
"Nice to meet you," I said, feeling even more uneasy. What had he heard?
"You guys want a beer?, Karl asked walking to a small refrigerator. "The
other guys will be back soon. They're over finishing up the drywall in unit
six."
"Sure," Jeff replied. "May as well relax. Right, Tim?"
I nodded. Karl handed us each a Bud and we popped them open.
Karl leaned against the desk and looked at me. "So you suck cock really
well, I understand."
I choked on my beer. "Um, no. I mean, I don't do that." My God, what had
Jeff told him?
"Hey, don't get all unglued. I like a good blow job. And frankly, fags like
you do it better than chicks. They usually won't take it as deep."
He put his beer on the desk and unbuttoned his cut-offs. I could see he had
no underwear on underneath. I saw his blonde bush and the thick base of his
cock. He leaned back against the desk again and picked up his beer. "So get
started."
"What?"
"Come on over and pull it out. Don't just stand there staring at it."
I turned to Jeff. He looked at me and shrugged. "I thought you'd like to
have a little fun, dude. Go ahead and suck him."
"Dammit, Jeff, you set me up." I was embarrassed but angry. And I'd been
fucked around with so much, I was determined not to let it happen again.
Jeff told Karl to hold on a minute and took me in the back room.
"Look, dude, I need you to do this. I fucked up some framing I was doing
last week and it set us back a whole week on work. We could have lost a
bundle. The other guys had to work all night for two nights to fix it. I
mean they are really super pissed at me. I needed to do something to get
back in good with Karl so he won't tell dad what a fuck up I am. I mean dad
wouldn't hesitate to fire me for something like that. And so I thought a
good blow job might get Karl back in a good mood. And nobody sucks dick like
you, dude. So help me out."
"Jeff . . . "
"Please, man, I'll make it up to you."
"What about the other guys?"
Jeff blushed and hesitated. "I sort of told them you'd do 'em for $10 a blow
job."
"You what!?"
"Dude, I'll give you the money. Just do it. I just need you to do something
you seem to get off on anyway."
"No way, man! Here I thought you were my friend and you manipulated me last
night and now you're trying to use me like some whore. No fucking way!"
Jeff's face turned hard. "Look, I'm not the one who pretended to be straight
all this time while you really wanted to suck my cock. And I'm not the one
whose ass is showing up on video. And if you don't want a copy of that to
show up at Williams High School tomorrow, you better help me out. I don't
like to be like that but I need you to help me."
I turned pale as a sheet. "You wouldn't."
"Dude, I'm desperate. I'll do what it takes. I'm really sorry."
He was staring right into my eyes. I looked back at him and I couldn't turn
him down. He was Jeff. And even if he was acting like a shit, I, well, I
guess I loved him. Maybe if I did this for him then he and I could do
something later. As much as I hated to admit it, I wanted that.
"All right. But blow jobs, that's all."
"Sure, dude," Jeff smiled at me, "thanks so fucking much."
We walked back out to the office. Karl was sitting on the old couch, his
shirt off now and his cutoffs still open.
"Did you all get this worked out?"
Jeff nodded. "Yeah, it's fine."
"Good, now get undressed, kid. Let's see what we're getting."
"Why? I'm just going to blow you." I was feeling uncomfortable again.
"Because I want you naked, cocksucker. Now strip!"
I kicked off my sneakers and pulled my tee-shirt over my head. Slowly, I
pulled down my shorts and Speedos and kicked them off. My dick was half hard
as I stood before him. He glanced at it.
"Getting excited. Good. Now get down here and do it."
I knelt down between his legs and reached for his shorts. He pushed himself
off the couch and let me pull his shorts down his legs. His dick slapped
loudly against his stomach. It was almost ten inches long, uncut, and thick.
His heavy balls hung between his legs. I stared at it for a moment.
"Yeah, you love looking at that, don't you? Now chow down on that thing,
boy."
I took his dick in my hand. I couldn't even get my hand all the way around
it. Leaning forward, I started to lick the head.
Karl leaned back and moaned. "Yeah, that's it. Now suck!"
I opened my mouth wide and took his huge tube in my mouth. I could taste the
saltiness of his sweat. I started sucking. He put his hand on the back of my
head and pushed. I gagged as his dick hit my throat.
"Yeah, take it all the way, cocksucker. Take that big hose down your
throat."
I tried to open my throat to take more of his cock. He pumped my head up and
down on his dick, first slowly and then with increasing speed. As he did I
heard noises behind us. The rest of the crew was starting to come in. Soon I
was surrounded by ten sweaty construction workers, watching as Karl drove
his dick in and out of my throat.
"Goddamn! You did find us a cocksucker, Taylor." I heard a voice say from
behind me. "Maybe you're not a total fuckup after all. Is he any good,
boss?"
"Fucking great, Miguel," Karl panted as he continued fucking my mouth. "This
fag knows how to give a blow job, that's for sure."
"How about that pussy ass of his? What's the charge for that?"
I listened helplessly. Please, Jeff, I thought, I told you sucking only.
"Well, he's doing the blowjobs at $10 apiece. I think his ass is probably
going to go for twice that," Jeff said, in a matter-of-fact way. There was
no way for me to protest.
"Twenty a fuck?" I heard another voice say. Out of the corner of my eye I
could see at least five guys standing around, watching me blow Karl. "He
better be good."
"Oh, he's great," I heard someone else say. I recognized Lex's voice from
the night before at Jeff's. "That cunt of his just milks your dick. You'll
love it, Harry."
I was trying to say no and shake my head but it was difficult. I could feel
Karl's cock swell in my mouth and I could tell by the sound of his breathing
that he was almost ready to blow. Seconds later, I felt the spray of cum
hitting my throat. I struggled to swallow as repeated spurts pumped into my
mouth. Cum dribbled out of the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin.
Karl pulled me off of his dick. "Good job, pussy boy. Who's next?"
Catching my breath, I croaked, "Look, please don't fuck me. I'll blow you
guys, but that's it."
The one Karl had called Miguel came over and grabbed me by the neck, pulling
me to my feet. Miguel was a dark-skinned Latino, just a bit taller than I
was but husky and muscular. He'd already removed his shirt and stood in his
jeans and workboots, looking intently into my eyes. "You'll do what we tell
you, whore boy. We're paying Jeffy here for your services and we're gonna
get every penny's worth out of you. Understand, cunt?"
"But I never agreed to . . ."
He slapped me hard across the face. "I don't give a fuck what you and Taylor
here worked out. This is the deal, see. You're our cunt for the evening. So
no backtalk, got it?"
He tossed me face-down over the edge of the desk. Coming up behind me, he
kicked my legs apart and, grabbing my ass cheeks, pulled them apart. "Pretty
well fucked ass cunt for somebody playing so innocent." He poked two fingers
into my hole. "Yeah, nice and open. Feels like you've been fucked pretty
recently. You gonna have a pretty busy pussy, fag boy." I could feel him
twist his fingers around inside me. I groaned as his fingers hit the lump of
my prostate. My dick jerked to complete hardness and a drop of precum
drooled out the end. The crowd could see it between my outspread legs.
"Looks like you hit his joy button, man," one of them said. "He can't wait
to get that cunt filled."
"So you like things in your pussy, huh? Lets see what you can take in
there."
Miguel reached over to one of the other guys who still had his tool belt on
and pulled out a hammer. Removing his fingers, I felt him press the blunt
end of the hammer handle against my hole. He gave a shove and four inches of
the thick wooden handle pushed into me.
"God, no!" I grunted loudly. "Take it out."
"What's the matter, faggot, not enough for you?" He shoved another three
inches in, twisting the hammer by its head as he did. I groaned in pain but
my dick drooled a thick glob of goo.
"Show the boys how you like that," Karl ordered. "Walk around and show 'em
that hungry twat of yours."
Miguel pulled me up off the desk and pushed me out into the center of the
room. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I walked slowly and painfully around
the crowded room. Hands groped at me, twisting the hammer, pulling my balls,
pinching my swollen, sensitive nipples. In spite of my shame, my dick stood
hard as stone, thick precum dripping from it. The guys stood around me
rubbing their crotches and watching my reaction.
"See I told you he was a cock hungry little fag," Jeff gloated, "I told you
I'd give you guys a chance to get your rocks off in that pussy of his."
I stared at Jeff. He'd lied to me. He'd used me. He looked back at me,
expressionless, and walked toward me. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he
pushed me over until my ass was in the air, the hammer still sticking out of
it. He grabbed it and pulled it roughly from my aching hole.
"OK, who wants first crack at his cunt?" Jeff asked.
Harry came forward. He was a tall muscular black man. His smooth chest was
shiny with sweat. In his khaki shorts, I could see a huge bulge. "Let me
give it a shot." As he came up to me, he unzipped his shorts and let them
fall to the floor. I gasped at the size of his dick. 11 inches of thick
black meat with a head like a doorknob. He came around behind me and slapped
his thick dick against my ass. Then, without hesitation he shoved the whole
thick tube into me. I nearly fell over as he lunged against my ass. Jeff
grabbed me and shoved his dick into my mouth.
"Goddamn! He is open as a whore! His cunt just swallowed my dick. I can feel
it massaging it. He can't wait to milk a load out of me. Well, here goes,
faggot."
He began to pump hard in and out of my ass, his hips slamming against me. I
could feel the big head of his dick sliding over my swollen prostate,
exciting my aching dick even more. In minutes, I shot my load all over the
floor.
Miguel whistled, "Shit, he really gets off on that. Well, don't worry pussy
boy, there's plenty more to get you off here."
Harry was pounding fast now. I could feel the sweat flying off him onto my
back. Suddenly he gave one huge thrust and I felt his load shoot into me,
volley after volley filling my ass. He pulled out, leaving my hole open and
oozing. Moments later, Jeff shot down my throat. I had no time to recover as
Miguel approached, opening his pants to reveal ten inches of hard cock. He
grabbed my ass and shoved the huge thing in me, almost knocking the breath
out of me. At the same time, one of the other guys replaced Jeff in my
mouth. They both pounded me hard, and to my embarrassment, I shot another
load onto the floor as they did.
After Miguel spewed another batch of cum into me, Marcus, another Latino,
replaced him and began fucking. Lex was next after him. Karl was ready by
that time to take a turn and rammed his big ten inches into me. Load after
load was pumped into my mouth as well. The crowded room was hot and steamy
from the body heat. The smell of sweat and cum filled the air. As much as I
hated what was happening, the worst part was that each new dick pumping
inside me brought me to cumming again. A pool of my own cum covered the
floor in front of me.
For the next hour and a half, they fucked my ass and my mouth, filling me
with their loads. Finally, they took a break. I fell to the floor, lying in
a pool of my own jizz, as cum dribbled out of my stretched out hole. I was
dazed. Around me, I could hear the guys popping open beers. By now, most of
them were naked as well, lounging on the couches and looking at my fucked
out body lying in the middle of the floor. My dick still oozed in spite of
the number of times I'd cum.
"Shit, he's still up for more," Karl commented. "Think we can give it to
him?"
"Sure," Miguel laughed, "but we gotta find a bigger place. This is like a
goddamn steam room in here."
"I got an idea," Marcus suggested as he slowly rubbed his hardening
nine-inch cock, "Let's take him over to the site. It's a little cooler and
definitely bigger."
Karl pulled me to my feet. "Let's go."
We walked out into the pouring rain. It was almost dark now. Jeff pushed me
along. I wanted to say something to him, ask him how he could betray me like
this. But the words wouldn't come.
We walked into the unfinished building. The interior was all exposed two by
fours and plywood subflooring. Piles of wood lay around. I stood naked in
the middle of them once again. My dick still jutted out, half-hard and
leaking. I could feel the slow dribble of cum running out of my ass and down
the inside of my legs.
"Ready for another round, cunt?" Karl asked, shouting to be heard over the
rain pounding down on the roof.
"No, please," I mumbled. "Please let me go."
"Can't hear ya, fag boy. So bend over that saw horse and show us that pussy
again."
I stood there for a moment. Karl and Miguel grabbed me and pushed me toward
the sawhorse in the corner. I struggled.
"I think he wants to be forced a little more, don't you?" Miguel commented
to Karl. "I think it gets him off."
"OK, bring him over here."
They changed directions and pulled me to an open door frame. Grabbing some
rope from the floor, they began to tie my hands to the corners of the frame,
over my head. I struggled hard. The ropes tightened around my wrists.
"No, don't! Let me go." I continued to struggle as two of the others tied my
ankles to the frame.
"Stop pulling, or we may have to do something else to hold you in place." I
was now spread and helpless. I pulled at the ropes but to no effect. My dick
stood out in front of me and my balls swayed between my legs.
"Maybe he needs a little stretching." Marcus wrapped a rope around a box of
nails, came over, and tied them to my balls. As he dropped the box, I gasped
as the eight-pound box yanked my ball sack down. The box swung between my
outspread legs.
"That'll help." Karl laughed. "He'll be happy once he's got something in his
cunt again. Who's up for his pussy now?"
Miguel moved behind me. I felt him start to push into me again. Along with
his dick, I felt him push two fingers in me.
"God, he's slimy inside." He pulled his dick and fingers out of me. "We need
to clean this cunt out. Harry, bring me the hose."
Harry came up with a garden hose in his hand. Taking it, Miguel shoved the
end of it deep in my open hole.
"Taylor, go turn on the water."
Jeff went to the side of the room and turned the handle on the faucet.
Suddenly, I felt cold water rushing into me. I screamed as it quickly filled
my ass and my stomach began to bloat. My dick rose to full hardness again.
Miguel waited a few seconds and then yanked the hose out of me. Immediately,
a torrent of water and cum spurted out of my hole. He repeated the operation
two more times. By the third time, I shot a load splashing onto the wet
floor. Miguel then sprayed me all over with cold water, making sure the full
force of the spray hit my weighted balls. I groaned as my balls tried to
rise up only to be pulled back down by the weight of the box of nails. I
stood moaning and shivering.
"There," Miguel said, putting the hose down as Jeff turned off the water,
"Nice and clean. And you got off again. Glad you liked your little douche so
much. Now you're ready to go."
I felt him begin to push his dick into me again. The insides of my ass were
raw from the enema they had taken and the ridge of his dick head tingled as
it plunged inside me. I shook from the sensation. As he hit the prostate, my
dick jerked violently, causing the box of nails to swing back and forth,
stretching my balls even more. He started to fuck hard. Within minutes,
another load was being pumped into my ass.
Miguel pulled out and Harry moved in to take his place. His huge meaty cock
spread me open again.
"It seems a shame to waste his mouth, you know," Lex said as he pulled a
stepladder over in front of me. He climbed up so that his dick was level
with my mouth. Grabbing my head, he pulled me forward and rammed his cock
into my lips. I was too defeated to even try to fight. As Lex pumped his
load in my mouth, Harry continued pumping my ass.
"You know, I think the cunt could take more back here," Karl observed.
"Untie his legs, Taylor."
Lex moved the ladder and Jeff knelt down and untied my ankles as Harry
continued his assault.
Karl continued his instructions. "Now lift his legs up and stick your dick
in him too."
Jeff pulled my legs up until they were against my chest. I could feel him
position his dick next to Harry's and begin to push it in me. He and I were
face to face. I looked at him. The look in his eyes was distant.
"Why?" I grunted.
"Just shut up and take it. You'll get paid, don't worry." He pushed harder,
his dick sliding deeper into my ass. With Harry's thick meat already in me,
I felt like I was being split in two.
"Shit this is one cock hungry bitch!" Karl said as he watched me get
double-fucked. "Look at how hard that dick of his is."
It was true. I was hard as a rock and precum oozed steadily from my dick.
Jeff started pounding his dick into me, synchronizing his thrusts with
Harry's. The pain subsided into a dull throb as they fucked faster and
faster. And the pressure and rubbing on my prostate was about to send me
over the top again. I could feel another load build in my balls. I started
moaning louder.
"See, he's gonna shoot again," Karl said, reaching down and grabbing my
dick. As he did, a spray of cum shot into the air.
"Now that is one dick hungry fag!" Karl laughed as he wiped my cum on my
chest. "We'll have to keep him busy."
And they did for the next three hours. Dick after dick went into my mouth
and into my ass. They hosed me out two more times. In the end they had
stretched my hole so much that I hardly felt the last few shoot their loads
in me.
As the guys left, they handed their money to Jeff. Karl went back to the
office and got my clothes. He threw them in a pile by my feet.
"You're a good fuck, kid. We'll have to do this again." He turned to Jeff.
"You sure know how to pick 'em, Taylor. Thanks for providing the pussyboy."
He handed Jeff some money and left.
Jeff finally came over and untied my hands and feet. I fell to the ground,
too weak to stand.
"Well, good job, Timmy. We made about $500. And you got me back on the guys
good side. Tell ya what. You take four hundred of it. You earned it." He
handed me a stack of damp bills.
"You lied to me." I mumbled, looking at the ground. "You told me I just had
to suck. You tricked me into coming here. You knew all along what was gonna
happen."
"OK, so I didn't exactly tell you everything. But hey, you got off, you got
paid, what are you complaining about?"
"I thought you were my friend. I trusted you. And you treated me I'm dirt."
Jeff was getting pissed. "Look, stop whining, you little fag. You got what
you like to get. You think I can't tell how much that hole of yours has
gotten fucked? Doesn't look to me like you've been that fucking particular.
So go ahead, give your ass away. Just stop cruising me like you've been
doing for years."
I looked up. "I have not . . ."
"Oh bullshit! You've been starin' at my dick all through high school. I
always just thought it was funny. But now I know you wanted it up your butt.
Well, sweetie, you sure can. But you gotta be willing to play."
He turned and walked out, leaving me sitting there naked, the sound of the
rain outside echoing in my head. Slowly I got up and started putting my
clothes on. As I did, I realized something. My dick was still hard, pre-cum
oozing slowly from it. And despite the abuse it had gotten, my ass still
tingled as though it wanted more.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I got dressed and walked out into the rain, wondering what to do. As I stuck
the wet money into my pocket, I felt the card that Wayne had given me with
Max's number. I looked at it for a minute, and headed for a pay phone.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .