Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2017 05:45:14 +0000
From: Shaverboy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Curiosity chapter 26

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 26 - STORMY WEATHER

   I walked through the pouring rain, soaked to the skin.

   I really didn't care.

   I had tried calling Max but he wasn't home. As I listened to his voice on
the answering machine I wanted that message to keep going. Somehow, in the
last hellish week, his was the only voice that didn't send chills through
me. But when the message was over and I heard the beep, I couldn't find the
words to leave a message. Suddenly I thought 'what the hell am I doing?'
Here I was calling someone who had fucked me, who had used me just like
everybody else. Well, maybe not quite like everybody else. Max had tried to
be halfway decent. But still, the bottom line was, he was another sicko just
like the rest of them. I hung up and left the phone booth.

   And so I had started walking back to my car which was still at the pool
house, about a half hour walk away. My tee shirt clung to my skin, seeming
to scrape my sore and sensitive nipples with each step I took. Likewise,
each step seemed to cause my aching ass and balls to throb. After the
stretching they had gotten from the construction crew, my balls were tender
and swollen. My dick seemed to be incapable of getting soft though. The
swollen head rubbed against my gym shorts. My Speedos had disappeared back
at the trailer and I hadn't felt like hunting for them.  But without them or
any underwear, my dick pushed out the front of my wet gym shorts. I couldn't
understand how I could still be hard. Those pills the doctor had given me
were supposed to calm me down. Well they sure as hell weren't working. I
seemed hornier than ever. Maybe it was all the stimulation that my ass had
gotten. I could feel the hard lump of my prostate throbbing inside me. The
thought even occurred to me that maybe I really did enjoy all this. I
immediately ditched that thought. No fucking way! I hoped no one would see
me in this condition. Fortunately, it was getting dark, and with the rain,
the few passing cars paid no attention to me as I trudged along the shoulder
of the road.  Surely it couldn't be too much farther to the condo complex.

   But what was I going to do once I got there? Go home and there was a
chance of my step-brother or step-father showing up. Going over to Jeff's
was pretty much out of the question since it was because of him that I was
walking through the rain with an ass full of cum. Even staying at the
poolhouse was out because Carlos and Ray would probably show up. None of the
options looked too great to me at that point.

   The rain was getting heavier. I could barely see where I was walking. I
tried running but my tennis shoes were so full of water that it wasn't
working too well. Besides, it just made my ass hurt even more. I could see
off to my right that I was passing the city park. I headed in to see if I
could find some shelter until the rain let up. I saw the small building that
housed the restrooms over by the parking lot. I ran to the men's room and
went in.

   I could hear the rain pounding on the roof as I stood there, catching my
breath and dripping all over the concrete floor. After the dimness outside,
it took my eyes a moment to adjust to the fluorescent brightness in the
bathroom. There were two stalls and two urinals on west wall. On the south
wall were sinks and a hand drier. I went over to the drier and punched it on
and then bent over to stick my head under it. The hot air felt good against
my face and I rubbed my hair to try to get some of the water out of it. It
wasn't going to dry me off totally but it helped a little.

   Having gotten my head a little dry I pulled off my shirt and rung it out
in the sink. Then I hung it over the drier and turned it on. I could tell
this wasn't going to be a quick operation. Aside from the fact that I had to
hit the on button every minute or so, it just wasn't going to dry my shirt
any time soon. Still, the alternative of heading back out into the rain wasn
't too attractive so I figured I may as well settle in for an evening with
the on button. I kicked off my soggy shoes as well. It felt good to have
them off.

   I had probably been in there about twenty minutes or so when I heard a
noise. Suddenly the door swung open. Two guys, looking about in their
mid-twenties walked in. They wore shorts and tee shirts and were both big
and muscular. It looked like they'd just come from the gym or something.
They looked at me standing there, drying my shirt.

   "Looks like you got a little wet, dude," the one in front said to me. He
was tanned and probably about 6 foot 3 with longish blond hair - that surfer
look.

   "Yeah, sort of," I replied. I found myself looking at him and feeling a
tingle go through me. I tried to snap myself out of it. "I was walking back
to my car and got caught in the rain. I just ducked in here to wait it out
and dry off a little."

   "Well, don't plan on leaving any time soon," the second one laughed. He
was Italian looking, also tanned and beefy. "It's still raining like a son
of a bitch out there. Doesn't look like it's gonna let up for a while." He
seemed to be studying me as his friend went over to take a leak. "So what's
your name, dude?"

   "I'm Tim."

   "Jack." He reached out to shake hands. His grip was firm and he held on
to my hand. "And my bud here is Vince. We were on the way home and Vince
needed to take a piss. Didn't think there'd be anybody here on a night like
this."

   "Just me," I said nervously as I pulled my hand away. I was starting to
get a strange feeling about this.

   "You'll do fine." Jack smiled. "You look like you can handle everything
on your own."

   "What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly getting the feeling that I really
didn't want to be here.

   Jack rubbed the front of his shorts. "I mean, faggot, that I think you
can handle both our dicks. That is why you're here, right?"

   I tried to back away but found myself against the wall. "N-n-no! I really
did just come in here to get out of the rain."

   "I guess you always get boned up in a rain storm," Jack said, nodding
toward my hard dick. The head was peaking out of the leg of my shorts and a
glisten of pre-cum shown on the end. "Now cut the excuses and get over here.
We stopped in looking for a good fag to blow us. This is one of the most
dependable places for getting good head. So get to work."

   He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him roughly. I stumbled to my
knees. I found myself with my face in his crotch. I could see the bulge
pushing out the front of his shorts. He put his hand on the back of my head
and shoved my face into his dick.

   "Lick it boy!" he growled. "Lick my dick through those shorts. Then we'll
get down to business."

   Behind him I could see Vince standing and watching. He still had his dick
out and was slowly stroking it. It was long and fat and his hand only made
it part of the way around it.

   With my face pressed against his crotch, I could feel his hard dick
beneath the fabric. My lips were rubbing against the shaft. Knowing that I
had very little choice anyway, I began to slowly run my tongue along the
thick tube. By the time I reached the head, I knew this was one big dick.

   "That's it, faggot," Jack growled, his hand still pushing my head against
him. "I knew we'd get past the play acting bullshit pretty quick when you
got my big cock in your sights. No fag we've run into in here has ever
turned us down."

   A wet spot was forming on the front of his grey shorts, the combined
effect of my licking and his dick leaking an increasing amount of precum. He
pushed me away for a second and pulled the front of his shorts down, along
with the jock underneath, hitching them beneath his sizeable balls. The fat
helmet shaped head of his dick stared at me, a shining coat of precum
reflecting in the garish fluorescent light. I knelt there looking at it.

   "Like it, don't you?" he smiled. "Well, go to work cocksucker. Show us
what you can do."

   Defeated again, I opened my mouth and began to envelop the head of the
ten inch pole before me. When I got about half way down the shaft I felt him
shove on the back of my head. His dick started pushing into my throat. I
tried to pull away but there was no escaping his grip. I tried to open my
throat and not start gagging. He kept pushing and the big knob slid into my
throat. I was panicking. He gripped me more firmly and pumped his dick
roughly into my open throat.

   "Yeah, that's a hot little cock whore we got here," Jack said, "I bet his
pussy hole is beggin' for attention too. Check it out, Vince."

   I felt Vince behind me and suddenly my shorts were being yanked down to
my knees and then off my legs entirely. Vince pushed his big hands between
my thighs and shoved them apart. I felt his finger probing my sore and
swollen hole.

   Vince whistled. "Shit, dude! You won't believe how opened up this little
cunt is. He must take it up the ass like 27-7!"

   "Well then don't keep him waiting," Jack smirked. And Vince didn't. I
felt his fat cock pushing into me. He started pumping hard. In seconds I was
completely impaled on his big dick. As it rubbed the already tender insides
of my ass, I felt this tingling sensation all through me. I realized my dick
was throbbing, reacting to the stimulation in my ass. With Jack's dick in my
mouth all I could do is moan softly.

   "Oh, yeah he loves it man," Jack laughed. "Listen to the little bitch
moan."

   "He's got a juicy cunt, dude," Vince grunted as he pounded me. "I'd say
he's had a few dicks up there today. But by the look of his dick he sure as
shit wanted more."

   "Well he came to the right place. This joint is fag central. He sucks
like a pro too. Damn, dude, I wish I could find some chick who gives head as
good as he does."

   "Or one with a pussy that handles your dick like this one does. It's like
he's massaging it with his hole. Fan-fucking-tastic!"

   They kept on giving their rave reviews of my mouth and ass as they
pounded harder and harder. Only the fact that they were holding on to me
kept me from falling over. Strings of precum hung from my dick which slapped
back and forth with Vince's thrusts. Soon I felt Vince breathing heavily
against the back of my neck and his dick swelling inside me. He spewed his
load in me with a final pound that jolted me to my bones.

   "Dude, you gotta try that hole of his," Vince said as he slowly pulled
out of me. "You'll love it."

   Jack yanked his dick out of my mouth, leaving my jaws aching from the
stretching they'd gotten. Pulling me to my feet, he pushed me over to the
sink, bending me over til my head was pressed against the mirror. He kicked
my feet wide apart and spread my ass cheeks. Before I could even catch my
breath his fat ten inches plunged into my hole. My dick was rubbing against
the counter, slick with precum. As he started pumping into me I felt the
load in my balls churning, getting ready to shoot.

   "Fuck, dude, you weren't kidding." Jack shouted over his shoulder to
Vince. "This is one awesome ass pussy." He picked up the pace of his
fucking, ramming my hole with ever greater speed. "Fuck, I'm gonna blow!" he
yelled, and I felt his hot liquid gushing inside me. As he did, I blew my
load all over the counter top, groaning at the release.

   Jack pulled out of me, reached over to the hand drier, grabbed my damp
shirt and used it to wipe his gooey duck. "Good job, fag." He slapped my
ass. "You got a great hole there."

   The two of them got dressed and headed for the door. "See ya around,
 kid." Jack yelled as he opened the door. "Love to fuck that cunt of yours
again." Laughing, they headed into the night.

   I slumped to the floor. My mind was numb. What the hell else could go
wrong today? And why, after all this was I STILL hard. I mean, Christ, what
did this dick of mine want anyway?

   I slowly pushed myself to my feet, leaned against the counter, and
stroked my sore but swollen cock. As I did the door opened again.

   "Alright, hold it." Two policemen stood looking at me. There I was,
naked, with cum on my stomach and my dick in my hand. I reached for my
shorts, lying in the middle of the floor.

   "I said don't move, faggot," the one in front said. "You're under
 arrest."

   TO BE CONTINUED . . .