Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2016 08:03:18 +0000 From: Shaverboy Subject: Curiosity part 3 This story was written in 1999-2000, and I personally consider it one of the hottest of all time. But note that I am NOT its author. The author of this story went by the name Shaverboy (a.k.a. ShaverBoy or Shaver Boy). I've tried contacting him several times over the years, but sadly it seems like he is no longer reachable at the email addresses he gave with his stories. Unfortunately, this story was never submitted to Nifty, and it currently only exists in the dark depths of Usenet. (ASSGM specifically if you happen to remember that.) I'm scared that it could somehow vanish from there someday, so I'd like to see it have a more permanent home on Nifty, and I also think that it deserves a wider audience who might think it's as hot as I do. I re-read this story every three or four years, and I usually bust nearly as many loads as our reluctant protagonist does..! I'll post a chapter about once a week. (If you're in more of a hurry than that, you can dive into Usenet and try to dig up the rest yourself!) Shaverboy wrote two other long stories besides Curiosity: Terry's Lessons, which was written before Curiosity, and Doctor's Orders, which was written after Curiosity. Terry's Lessons and Curiosity generally have the same themes and styles, but Curiosity is a more evolved version of it with even hotter action and more diverse scenarios. Doctor's Orders takes things in a bit of a different direction but is still a good read. (And don't worry, there are a few doctor scenes in Curiosity too, if that's your fetish!) Terry's Lessons is also only on Usenet, but Doctor's Orders does in fact exist here on Nifty already. I truly do think that this is one of the "masterpieces" of gay erotica, and I hope you enjoy it is much as I have over the years! If for some reason you wish to correspond with me, the reposter, you can reach me at offeringservice26@hotmail.com but just remember that I am NOT the author. But Shaverboy, if you're still out there somewhere, I would love to hear from you! Now FINALLY, on to the story! All original disclaimers, etc., are included. ********* NOTE: This is a work of fiction that depicts sexual situations between men and teenagers. If that offends you or you are under 18 years old, don't read on. And remember, keep it a fantasy, guys. Comments are appreciated to shaverboy@yahoo.com Chapter 3 - Cleaning Up I lay on the cot in a restless sleep. I dreamed I was in a room with Gary and Jeff. I was naked on my knees. Their dicks were hard and pointed at my face. They took turns fucking my mouth. They shot their cum all over me, drenching me. Over and over, they would grab my head and pump their dicks into my mouth. As they did, I stroked my own dick and fingered my ass. I awoke with a start, sitting up on the cot. My dick was hard and throbbing. I could feel it leaking precum inside my shorts. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 5:30. What was happening to me? How could I have sucked a guy's dick, or let him watch me finger my ass? And I was still turned on. Why did I keep thinking of Jeff? He was most certainly straight and had never indicated any interest in me in that way. I looked outside and saw it was still raining a bit. I knew at this point that I could just close up for the day. My parents were gone for two weeks and my stepbrother no longer lived at home so I'd have the whole place to myself. But first I needed to take a shower. I could still feel the dried cum and sweat all over me not to mention the greasy feeling of Vaseline in my ass. I walked into the men's shower room. There was one large shower stall with two shower heads in there. It was quiet except for the sound of the rain on the roof. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. I slipped off my shorts and stepped in to the shower. The water felt soothing and I started to soap myself up rubbing my chest and stomach. I lathered up my dick and balls. My dick started to respond working toward hardness again. As it did, I found myself thinking of the events of earlier in the day. That just seemed to make my dick harder. I reached back and started soaping my ass, working the bar of soap up and down my ass crack. I ran my finger over my hole, still tender from the working over I'd given it earlier with my finger and the candle. I started to slip my finger into my ass again. My dick was oozing lube again and, putting the soap down, I started rubbing my cock as I worked my index finger in and out of my soapy asshole. I could still feel the greasy slickness of Vaseline inside me. I closed my eyes, and the vision of this afternoon and Gary's commands to fuck myself while he watched replayed over and over in my head. Between my preoccupation with what I was doing and the noise of the rain and the shower, I didn't hear the door open. I didn't realize there was someone else in the room until I heard a voice. "Hey, sorry to interrupt." I jumped quickly, pulling my finger out and letting go of my dick, which swung back and forth in front of me. I turned to see who it was. I saw Carlos, the grounds keeper and maintenance guy standing there. I knew that he usually came in to clean up in the afternoons but I certainly hadn't expected him now. Carlos was in his mid-twenties, about five-foot-ten and powerfully built. A native of Panama, He had jet black hair and smooth brown skin, that was even darker from his work outdoors. He was wearing a red tee shirt that was tight to begin with but was now also soaking wet and clung to his muscular chest. His tan shorts showed off his thick powerful legs. He wore workboots and socks, which were drenched by the rain. I'd met Carlos a few times when I'd come over to see Jeff when he was lifeguarding, and had talked to him briefly last week when I came in to do all the paperwork about starting to work there. Now I blushed at the way he had caught me. "Geez, man, you scared the hell out of me. I didn't hear you come in." He still stood there looking at me. I realized my dick was still hard and pointing right at him. "I guess not. Sorry about that. I just came in to clean up. It's been pretty messy out there today but I had to get that utility shed put together to keep all the equipment from getting stolen. So I hope you don't mind if I shower off." He peeled off his wet shirt and started to untie his workboots. "Um, no. I'm nearly done." I watched as he pulled off his shoes and socks and started unbuttoning his shorts. He pulled them and his underwear down and off his feet. His body was powerful looking and I found myself looking at his big uncut dick, hanging long and thick from his black bush. "Don't rush, man, there's plenty of room for both of us. And don't worry, I re-locked the door when I came in." I didn't know why he mentioned that but as he spoke, he turned on the other showerhead and stepped into the shower stall. He stood about three feet from me and started to rinse off. I continued washing myself up. He began to soap himself up, stepping forward in the stall until he was only a foot in front of me. I tried to move backwards but there was no place to go. "I didn't know whether you'd still be here," he said, "I saw you leave earlier with Gary Woods and figured you'd still be down there. He's a fun guy to spend an afternoon with." "Yeah, I guess," I said, a little nervous that he'd seen me with Gary. "Yeah, I gotta say something to him about putting some blinds on those windows down in his rec room. Did you know that from the side of the building where the utility shed is you can see right in there?" "Really?" I replied nervously, trying to sound casual but wondering now just what he'd seen in the window. My dick twitched and started filling out more again. "Yeah, I was working on the shed and all of a sudden I looked over there and what do you think I saw?" "I don't know," I said quietly, hoping it wasn't going to be what I thought he was going to say. My dick was fully hard and I tried to turn in a direction so he couldn't see it. "I saw you chowin' down on Gary's fat dick, that's what. Pretty hot, kid. Looked like you were doin' a pretty good job on it." He was stroking his own cock now. It was thick and about nine inches long. He worked the foreskin with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. "Ah hell, man, don't tell anybody about that. It just kinda happened. I never did anything like that before." "Right, sure. Well, it looked to me like you'd gotten the hang of it pretty well. Maybe you'd like to get in a little more practice." "No, man, I really don't want to do that. I just did it before because I was curious what it would be like." "Yeah, and I guess you were curious to see what it was like to have a finger up your butt when you were beatin' off by the pool this morning too." My God, how many people had seen me? Now I knew he had me cornered and he knew it too. "So how about it, kid? I could use a little head job now after a hard day." He was still working his dick, now hard and juicy. "I mean, maybe you're 'just curious' as to what a big latino uncut dick would taste like. Get down there and satisfy your curiosity." He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. His big cock was an inch from my lips. I could see the big knob of a head, ready to push into my mouth. "Open up, boy. Time to suck." Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and he shoved his dick in, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged and struggled to get away but he held me firmly, his hands on both sides of my head. He started working his big cock in and out. "Yeah, kid, you're pretty good for someone who's just curious. You're one hell of a cocksucker. Yeah, I can feel your tongue on my dick, man. Suck it good." My jaws ached from his relentless pumping in and out. But my dick stayed hard. Precum dripped from the tip. Carlos looked down and saw my state. "Your dick seems to like my cock in your mouth. Go ahead and jerk it. Show me how much you like blowin' me." I took my dick in my hand and started to stroke it. I rubbed my slick lube all over my cock as I sucked on his dick. I could feel the pressure building in my balls. I moaned as I got closer to cumming. "You gonna shoot, boy? Go ahead. Shoot your load, cocksucker. I'm getting ready to shoot mine in your fag mouth." With a groan, I shot all over the floor of the shower and all over his legs. I felt his dick swell in my mouth and his cum started shooting against my throat. I was choking, trying to swallow it but not able to keep up with it. Cum dribbled from the corners of my mouth around his hard cock. Finally he stopped and pulled his dick from my mouth. "Yeah, you liked that didn't you? Made you shoot good. Now lick your cum off my legs, boy. I want every drop of your fag cum off of me." "I'm not . . ." I started to say I wasn't a fag when he cut me off with a slap across the face. "Shut up and get that jizz off me, cocksucker." Obediently I leaned down and licked my cum off his legs, starting at the knees and working down to his ankles. He stood over me smiling. "Yeah that's good. Lick up all your cum, boy. Get me nice and clean. You look pretty hot down there with your butt sticking up in the air. I can see your hole from here. Reminds me of the last chick I fucked. I fucked her in the ass and man she was so tight. I'll bet you've got a tight little ass pussy too, don't ya?" He lifted his left foot and rubbed it over my ass. I looked up and noticed his dick, which had softened some after he came, was twitching again, hardening as he talked. My heart was pounding. I "Hey, man," I said, my voice shaking. "Just leave me alone now." "You were the one putting on a show today, kid. Beatin' your meat by the pool, fingering your ass. Blowin' Gary Woods in front of the window. And workin' your little pussy hole when I came in here. You got me kinda horny kid. And thinkin' about that bitch the other night has got me more so. That blow job just started to take the edge off." His big toe was rubbing up and down my crack. I decided I needed to get out of there. From my crouched position, I sprung out of the shower stall. I grabbed my shorts from beside the shower and tried to make a dash for the door but it was locked. I remembered he said he'd locked it when he came in. I turned around and tried to run toward the other door leading to the pool area. But he was standing there, naked and dripping and looking a little pissed off. "I'm not in the mood for games, asshole," he growled, moving toward me, "But if you are, I've got a game you'll love." Reaching me, he grabbed my arms and dragged me toward him. He was a lot bigger than I was and much stronger. Putting his one big arm around my chest, he bent down and got some electrical wire out of his tool kit, which was sitting by the door. He pushed me down to the floor. I struggled but he sat on top of me, pinning me down. He grabbed my left arm and wrapped the wire my wrist. Grabbing my other hand he tied them together. He reached back into his bag and found his wire cutters and cut the wire leaving about two feet of wire hanging from my bound wrists. He got up and pulled me to my feet. He dragged me back into the shower and turned off the water. With the wire, he pulled my arms up over my head and tied the wire to the showerhead. I was facing the wall and he stood behind me. He kicked my feet apart roughly and stood back to look at me, now his prisoner. I wanted to get free and out of here but my dick started to rise as if it were excited by my predicament. "Please let me go," I begged, tears in my eyes. "I don't want to do this." "That's it kid, play hard to get." He slapped my ass hard. I yelled in pain, my butt stinging. He laughed. "It'll make it more fun." He rubbed his hand over my sore ass and slapped it again. And again, and again. I yelled to stop but he kept spanking my butt until it was red and tingling with pain. With each blow my dick got harder, slapping against my stomach and leaking "That oughta heat up those cheeks a little," he smirked. "Maybe you need something to cool 'em down. Would you like that?" "Oh, please," I sobbed, "Just let me go. It hurts." "Yeah just keep telling me that. But your dick is singing a different tune. You look mighty horny for somebody who's protesting so much. Tell you what, kid, your ass is mighty red. Maybe I'll cool it off a little bit." Suddenly I felt a stream of liquid against my butt. It was hot and burned against my sensitive ass cheeks. I realized he was pissing on my butt. I tried to move but there wasn't much I could do. I could feel the hot yellow liquid streaming down my legs. He finished and rubbed his hand over my ass, rubbing his piss into it. "That better? Cool you off a bit?" he laughed. He reached around me and squeezed my dick hard. A glob of precum hung from the head. "No, I guess that didn't cool you off. You're still plenty hot to trot aren't you?" He started rubbing his other hand up and down my ass crack. He kicked my feet further apart. "You got one deep crack kid. Spread 'em so I can see that little pussy hole of yours." He kicked my feet until my legs were spread as far as they'd go. I hung from my wrists to keep my balance. He ran a finger down into my crack and found my hole. It was still greasy from earlier. 'Well, well. All lubed up. I guess Gary got more than I thought. He fuck you good with that fat cock of his, boy?" "No, he just . . ." I realized I didn't want to tell him what I'd done at Gary's. "He just what?" he asked as he pushed his finger harder against my hole. "Nothing," I said, gritting my teeth. I tensed my ass, trying to keep him out. He slapped my ass hard and his finger slid into my hole as I flinched. I groaned from the invasion. "That's better," he said, working his big index finger around inside me. "Now what did he do?" "ooooh. Nothing." I grunted feeling his finger explore my asshole. He reached around and grabbed my balls. I cried out in pain. "I don't believe you, boy. Now why is your ass all lubed up?" "He watched me finger myself and jack off." I blurted out. He relaxed his grip on my balls but didn't let go. I felt his middle finger rubbing at my hole. He meant to work a second one in. "I see. You put on a little show again. You're quite the entertainer. What else did you do besides finger-fuck yourself?" His middle finger started pushing into me. I felt my ass stretch open around it. His grip on my ball tightened slightly, waiting for my answer. I grimaced in pain from both assaults. "aghhh. I . . .I fucked . . .ohhh. . . myself with . . .a candle." His two fingers twisted round inside me. "Not bad. I'll bet you looked cute, screwin' your little boy cunt. Hope he got pictures. And you shot a big load while you were doin' it, didn't you?" He released my balls and squeezed my dick again. More juice flowed out of it, dripping down between my spread legs. "ooooowwwwwwww. Yeah, yeah. I came. "Well, then I know you'll just love this." He pulled his fingers out quickly, making me gasp from the sudden emptiness in my ass. Then I felt something bigger and blunter against my hole. He shoved forward and the head of his dick entered me. I screamed. He clamped his hand over my mouth. "Calm down, baby. Don't get too excited yet. There's a lot more to come." He started working his hips, grinding more of his dick into me. He got about four inches in and stopped to let me adjust. "You do have a tight twat, boy. I could just about believe you're a virgin. Not quite, but almost. It really grips my dick." He started fucking, pulling out and then thrusting back in a little deeper each time. I whimpered against the hand over my mouth. In minutes he had all nine inches of cock in me. He started fucking harder. The pain in my ass was excruciating but as his dick rubbed over my prostate, my dick hardened even more and I could feel the cum building inside me. I trembled as I got closer to the edge. Carlos could tell I was about to explode. "Yeah, got ya hot, huh? Ready to blow your load. Well, hold on a minute baby. Don't cum quite yet. I want you to enjoy my big meat in your hole for a while before you cum." He clamped his hand around the base of my dick and squeezed. I felt the urge to cum subside a little bit. "That's it, we'll cum together. You'll like that won't you?" He pounded my ass harder and harder, pumping his dick ever faster into me. I heard him panting and knew he was getting close. He began to stroke my dick, pushing me toward cumming myself. "Yeah, that's it," he said, "Get ready for me to cum in your little fag ass. Get ready to blow your load with mine up your butt." I could feel his dick swelling in my ass and then felt the explosion of hot liquid inside me. At almost the same moment, I shot a wad of jizz all over the shower wall. And again, and again. I was screaming into his hand from the feeling in my ass and in my dick. We both subsided and he leaned against me, taking his hand off my mouth. Slowly he pulled his dick out of me and slapped it a couple of times against my butt cheeks. "That was great, baby. You got one hot little pussy hole there," he whispered in my ear. He reached up and untied my hands from the showerhead. I fell to the floor in exhaustion. He bent down and pulled me up to my feet. "Pull yourself together, man. I never saw anybody get so turned on by a fuck before." "I . . . I'm not turned on," I mumbled. "Well, coulda fooled me. You just painted the wall with boy juice there. I'd say you got off on it. Even more than suckin' my dick." He propped me against the wall and turned on the shower to rinse off. I stood there watching him wash his big half-hard dick. "Gotta get your ass smell off it in case I get lucky with the ladies tonight. Wouldn't be cool to have some chick go down to suck it and smell your ass on my cock." He finished and turned off the shower. Getting out of the stall he dried himself and started to dress. As he finished dressing, he said, "Well, thanks man, we'll have to do this again sometime real soon. You got a sweet butt." He turned and picked up his tool box and left. I stood there for a moment trying to sort out what had happened. I'd been fucked. My ass ached from his pounding and I could still feel the wetness of his cum in my ass. I turned the shower on again and washed off. When I was finished, I picked up my shorts and walked naked out into the pool area and back to the lifeguard's room. I stood for a few moments, my mind swimming and pulled on my shorts. I put on my still somewhat damp shirt and my tennis shoes. I looked around and found the keys for the pool area but realized I didn't see my car keys. It dawned on me, I must have left them at Gary's. My heart pounded. I didn't want to go back there. Or did I? My dick stirred again in my shorts at the thought of seeing him again. But what choice did I have? TO BE CONTINUED ...