Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2017 05:46:26 +0000
From: Shaverboy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Curiosity chapter 27

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 27 - LAW AND ORDER


   After they handcuffed me, I followed the policemen out to their car. They
carried my clothes with them. I shivered in the still steady downpour as it
drenched my naked body. One of the cops opened the back door of the car and
shoved me into the back seat. The other opened the trunk and got a blanket
which he tossed into the back seat after me and then closed the door. I
pulled it around me as we started moving out of the parking lot.

   What was I going to do? I'd been arrested for indecent exposure and lewd
conduct. What was I supposed to say?

   "Not guilty. These two guys came in and fucked me and left me there with
a big hard on." Nope. That wouldn't work.

   "Not guilty. My best friend sold me to a bunch of construction workers to
suck their dicks and let them fuck me. He was nice enough to let me keep the
money." Nope. That would probably get me booked for prostitution.

   "Not guilty. Over the past week I've been raped by coaches from school, a
maintenance man, my stepfather, my stepbrother, my doctor and his male
nurse, two classmates while my girlfriend watched, practically my entire
swim team, a bus driver, a security guard, two body builders, my best
friend, a construction crew. . . "Oh, forget it. They'd lock me away in the
loony bin.

   The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was really up shit
creek. No explanation of why I was hanging around a public restroom, naked,
stroking my hard and leaky dick would gain me anything but snickers in front
of a judge. I needed help.

   But who to call? Not my dear stepdad who had treated me like shit. Not
Pat and Ben, who, as vulnerable as I on the swim team, couldn't do a damn
thing to help. Not Coach Nick Montini, who'd tied me up and shaved me,
gotten me fucked, and left me in a strange city to face the music with the
board at the swim meet after I'd thrown a boner and shot a load in front of
the crowd. Not my good old friend Jeff. That left . . .

   Max.

   I didn't want to ask him for help. He and his brother Wayne had fucked me
too. But for some reason it was different. Max had been somehow sort of
caring. Even though he knew I'd done a porno tape with his brother, he didn'
t seem to think of me as a slut which was getting to be a rare assessment of
me these days.

   But he still thought I was queer. Ok, I had taken a lot of dick in my ass
and it made me shoot every time. . Ok, so I'd had fantasies about Jeff. Ok,
so I found myself staring at big muscular guys like Max and Wayne, but
goddam it, I was NOT queer. Why is it that nobody over the last week seemed
to believe that?

   The two cops talked quietly to each other in the front seat as we drove
across town. With the pounding rain I couldn't hear what they were saying
but every now and then they would glance in my direction and laugh. That
made me nervous. There was something about those little laughs that seemed
to spell trouble to me.

   I was shivering by the time we finally pulled up at the police station.
One of the cops opened the back door of the car and grabbed my arm to pull
me out. I hung on to the blanket but in the wind and the rain it was just
blowing out behind me. With the handcuffs on, there was no way for me to
reach around and grab it. I just held on to it, trying to hide my still
mostly hard dick. Why wouldn't that thing go down? I tried vainly to will it
to do so as they pushed me through the door of the station and toward the
desk officer. The cop behind me pulled the blanket from my hands, exposing
my boner.

   "Jesus, kid, you're the horniest little bastard I've ever seen," the cop
said. The desk sergeant just glared at me.

   "Throw that blanket back over him, Hank," he said to the cop behind me.
"I don't appreciate him flashing me.

   Hank did as he asked, draping the blanket over my shoulders. I pulled it
around me the best I could.

   The sergeant studied me for a second and then began writing in the log
book in front of him. "Ok, Hank, what's the story on this one?"

   "The usual. Ted and I were patrolling the park and found this little fag
in the john, butt naked and hard and playing with his dick."

   "Where are his clothes?"

   "Ted's got 'em."

   Ted came up holding a plastic bag with my shirt, shorts and shoes in his
hand. "Yeah and I think you might be interested in what I found in his pants
pocket." He held up a wad of twenty dollar bills. "The kid's got four
hundred dollars on him."

   I cringed. That was the money that Jeff had given me from the
construction guys. I tried to think of some explanation for having that much
cash with me.

   "Looks to me like he was either dealing drugs or selling his ass," the
sergeant commented. "Since you two didn't find any drugs, and given the
state you found him in, I'd say book him on prostitution."

   My eyed bulged in horror. "No, wait. I didn't do anything like that. The
money was from my job as a lifeguard. I cashed my paycheck and just had the
money still with me."

   I heard Hank chuckling behind me. "Yeah, right."

   "What's your name, kid?" the sergeant asked.

   "Tim Parker," I said, hoping that he would believe me but not feeling too
optimistic.

   "How old are you?"

   "Sixteen."

   "Ok, Mr. Parker, you're being charged with prostitution. The judge isn't
here tonight because of this weather but will be here tomorrow morning. You'
ll be formally arraigned at that time." Turning to the two cops, he
continued, "Lock up the clothes and the money as evidence and take him over
to juvy and have the doc check him out. He can spend the night there. Let me
get the rest of his info and the little slut is all yours."

   He continued with filling out the forms, asking my address and the name
of my parents. He placed a call to my house. No one was home so he left a
message. I figured Larry and Mom must still be at the lake. I wasn't sure
whether to be upset or relieved. I didn't want to be under arrest but
getting Larry to come down and get me out didn't sound like a great option
either. And thank God my mom wasn't there. The sergeant asked if there was
someone else to call. I hesitated for a second and gave him Max's name and
phone number. He tried it and left another message.

   "We'll see if they call back," he said, sticking the filled out forms in
a file. "Go ahead and take him, guys. We're finished here. I'll call over at
juvy and tell them to expect you."

   Tears rolled down my cheeks as the cops led me back out to the car. This
had to be a bad dream.

   Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up at a building downtown that looked to
me like an old school building. I read the sign in on the front: COUNTY
JUVENILE DETENTION CENTER. I'd heard stories about juvy hall but never in my
life had I thought I could end up here. But minutes later, there I was,
standing in front of another desk, looking at a thirty-ish man, wearing
khaki pants and a sport shirt, as Hank and Ted stood behind me. I lost my
grip on the blanket and it slid off my shoulders. Nobody made a move to pick
it up. I stood there naked, trying to cover my crotch with my cuffed hands.
The man at the desk spoke to me.

   "Alright, Tim. My name is Norm. I'm the social worker in charge tonight
here. You want to tell me what happened?"

   I tried to explain that I had been walking back to my car at the pool and
got caught in the rain and went in the restroom at the park to dry off and
how I had tried to dry my clothes with the hand drier. He sat there
sympathetically but I got the feeling he wasn't buying it.

   "That doesn't explain the big erection you had when the officers found
you. Or the semen all over your chest and the floor."

   I stood silently. What more could I say without getting myself in even
more trouble? I thought of telling him how Jack and Vince had forced me to
blow them and had fucked me, but somehow I just thought it would make
matters worse. So I said nothing.

   "OK, come with me. We're going to get the doctor to check you out.
Officer, you can take the handcuffs off him. I don't think Tim is going to
be running off anywhere."

   Hank came over and reached for my cuffed hands. As he did his hand
brushed against my half-hard dick. I shuddered and could feel my dick
growing back to full attention. As he released my hands, Hank looked down to
see my dick slowly jerking to full hard-on. He, of course, had to remark on
it.

   "This little whore is still horned up. Just touch his dick and he almost
shoots a load on you."

   Norm glanced at my hard, twitching dick. A pearl of precum was growing at
the opening and slowly began to drip, hanging in a long string toward the
floor.

   "He does seem sort of excitable," Norm said, looking at me with a smile.
"Come on Tim, let's go see the doctor." He turned and walked down the hall.
I took a deep breath and followed. The two cops followed along behind me.

   Norm opened a door that said "Infirmary" and motioned me in. Inside was
an examining room. A man in a lab coat sat at a desk in the corner. He
looked young for a doctor, maybe late twenties. He stood up and walked over
toward us.

   "So what have we got here?"

   Norm told him that I'd been booked for prostitution, having been found
naked in the park restroom.

   "So we need you to do a complete exam to see what he's been up to, Greg."

   "Sure, same as always. Set up the camera."

   I stared as Norm went over to the corner and brought out a video camera
on a tripod.

   "W-w-why does he have to record this?"

   The doctor was putting on a pair of latex gloves. "For the record, kid.
Standard procedure. OK, kid, come over here. Let's have a look at you."

   Slowly, I walked over to him, my dick waving in front of me as I moved.
He reached down and took it in his hand. I felt him start squeezing it and
more precum drooled out. He was slowly massaging my dick. I groaned as it
began to stimulate me even more.

   "You are a very horned up boy. How many times have you shot today? That
head of your dick is pretty red and swollen."

   I moaned slightly and replied, "uuuh, I'm not sure. A few times."
Actually I'd sort of lost count. It had been a hell of a long day.

   "And ready to go again. Well that's good. Nothing like youthful energy."
With his other hand, he reached under my dick to feel my balls. I groaned
louder.

   "These feel pretty full for somebody who's already shot several times
today. How long have you been shaving your pubic hair off?" He continued
squeezing my dick.

   "uuuuugh. Not long. Just like a week I guess."

   "I guess your customers like you smooth like a little boy."

   I was so caught up in the motion of his hands on my dick and balls, I
almost let that one get by. But after a few seconds I realized what he'd
said.

   "No, really I'm not a prostitute or anything like that. I'm not even
queer.

   "I see. Have you ever had anal sex performed on you?" He squeezed my
balls a little harder.

   "UUgh." I groaned louder. OK, I figured I had to tell him about the guys
in the restroom. "When I was in the restroom . . . there were these two guys
that came in . . . and they made me do stuff."

   "Are you trying to claim you were raped? Given your reactions right now I
find that hard to believe." His massaging of my dick got more like pumping.
My legs were starting to shake.

   "N-n-no, really. I swear. They made me blow them. Then they fucked me.
They forced me."

   "I see. Was this the first time you'd ever had anal sex."

   Oh shit.

   "W-well not exactly."

   "Get up on the table kid. I think it's time to check back there."

   He released my dick and balls and pointed toward the exam table. I walked
over and sat down on it while the doctor went over and pulled on a pair of
latex gloves. Norm was recording all of it on the video camera. The two cops
stood watching.

   "Up on your knees, kid," the doctor instructed. I got up on my hands and
knees, facing toward the wall. The doctor was behind me and I felt him
spread my knees apart until they were at the edges of the table. I shivered
as he ran his finger down my asscrack. When he reached my hole he stopped,
running his finger around the swollen raw opening.

   "I'd say you've had anal sex more than a few times, kid. In fact I can't
remember ever seeing such a well fucked ass. Come over here, guys. You've
got to see this."

   Hank, Ted and Norm all gathered behind me. The doctor took hold of my ass
cheeks and pulled them apart.

   "Jesus," Hank yelled, "It looks like a cunt."

   "And a pretty well fucked cunt at that," Ted added. "I bet dicks just
sink right in him and he hardly even feels it."

   The doctor said, "Well, let's see how open he is." I felt his finger
begin to slip into my hole, slowly twisting around until it was all the way
in me.

   "Oh, he's definitely wide open." He started working a second finger in
with the first. I could feel him start to massage my prostate. "My God, I've
never felt a prostate this swollen before. No wonder he's so wound up."

   The rubbing motion of his fingers on my prostate was just making me
hornier. There was now a puddle of precum on the table underneath my
throbbing dick. I groaned.

   "You like that don't you?" Hank looked at me and asked, hearing my
reaction to the stimulation in my ass. "Maybe you want something more. I
have just the thing." I looked up to see him holding his long black
nightstick.

   "No, please," I groaned, trembling from the massage the doctor was giving
my insides. But Hank had already moved around behind me. I felt the doctor
pull his fingers out of my aching hole. In a few seconds I felt the end of
the nightstick pushing at my asshole. It slipped in and in no time, eight
inches of it were plugged in my ass.

   "Look how that thing just slides right in there," Hank commented. "I've
seen whores who couldn't take it that easy."

   He started slowly sliding the thick pole in and out of me. My whole body
was shaking as the blunt end of the stick rubbed back and forth across the
swollen lump inside me. My dick twitched ever more violently, the precum
drooling steadily from it. I could feel my balls starting to draw up in my
sack. With a loud moan, I shot another load. It splattered on the table
beneath me. I collapsed forward, feeling the warm cum against my stomach and
legs. Hank slowly pulled his nightstick out of my ass. I lay on the table
panting, my eyes closed, just wanting all this to be over.

   "Well," the doctor observed, "for such a straight boy, you sure blow a
load from getting your ass fucked. But maybe it's not the same with a real
dick in you. Norm, you want to see if he reacts he same to that?"

   "Sure," Norm replied agreeably, as he unzipped his pants and stepped
around behind me. I felt hands grabbing my legs, pulling me backwards off
the table until my feet hit the floor. The unseen hands pulled my legs far
apart. I felt someone's hands on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. My
aching dick rubbed against the side of the table.

   "I think he's ready for this stage of the examination, Norm," I heard the
doctor say.

   I opened my eyes and looked back behind me. I could see Norm, naked now,
slowly stroking his fat dick. It looked to be about 8 inches and thick as a
beer can. He moved in behind me and I felt him slap the big head of his cock
against my ass. My hole twitched, knowing it was soon to be invaded again.

   Ted laughed, "Look at that open pussy hole of his just twitching for your
dick, Norm. This kid can't get enough."

   I knew it wouldn't do any good to protest. I felt Norm's dick start to
push into me. With all the punishment my hole had taken, he was in all the
way in seconds.

   "Talk about an ass made to be fucked!" Norm exclaimed as he started
pumping in and out. "You've all got to try this hole."

   Ted was walking up beside the table. "Actually I was thinking of sampling
his mouth. I bet he gives a pretty hot blow job too." He reached for my head
and grabbing my hair, pulled my face to the edge of the table. The wide head
of his cock rubbed against my mouth.

   "Take it, boy. Let's see what that pussy mouth of yours can do on this
thing," Ted said as he pushed his dick against my lips. I knew there was no
choice so I opened my mouth and his big dick slid in.

   "Oh yeah," he hissed as he started pumping my mouth, "He's one hot
cocksucker too."

   Norm was picking up speed on my ass. I knew he was going to be shooting
another load in me soon. My dick was drooling down the metal side of the
exam table as it rubbed and bounced against it. As I felt Norm's hot juice
start spewing inside me, I shot another load down the table side onto the
floor. Ted continued to pound his dick down my aching throat. As Norm pulled
out of my ass, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Hank was moving
to replace him. I soon felt another invasion of my stretched and gooey hole.

   Ted had his hands on either side of my head, thrusting into my mouth with
such force that I was afraid he'd break my nose. He abruptly shoved his dick
deep into my throat with one final hard plunge and I could feel his hot load
shooting into me. Pushing my head back roughly, he yanked his dripping dick
from my mouth. I gasped for air. Hank was still fucking furiously in my
ravaged ass as the doctor pushed his dick into my open mouth.

   I soon had two more loads inside me. The two of them pulled out and they
handed around towels to clean off their dicks as I lay panting against the
table.

   After they'd cleaned themselves up, I heard the doctor say, "OK, I think
he's ready for the lockup. Norm, take him up to the showers and then to the
cell. I may need to see him again tomorrow."

   Norm pulled me up off the table. I stood unsteadily, feeling the dribble
of cum drooling out of my ass and down the inside of my thighs. He pushed me
toward the door.

   "The boys in lockup are gonna love you, boy."

   I walked slowly up the stairs to the shower room, wondering what horror
was coming next.

   TO BE CONTINUED . . .