Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2018 01:00:04 +0000
From: offering service <offeringservice26@hotmail.com>
Subject: Curiosity chapter 30

Epilogue:

Eight years.

What happened in the next eight years to me? Well, let me tell you a little
bit.

I transferred to a different school and went out for track. I just didn't
want to run into any of the guys on my former swim team. There were rumors
about things that had happened to me at Williams that floated around, but I
didn't get too much grief.

And Max, he was so loving. He really tried to make things okay from day
one. Henry and Wayne were good too. And we had a great sex life. The four
of us spent almost all of the time at home naked and playing around. Gary
joined in from time to time. I even made up with Nick. He and Jake would
come by, and we all would end up naked and sucking and fucking. Max and
Wayne opened a gym and were extremely popular as personal trainers (as you
might imagine!). I did well at school, and with Max and Wayne coaching me,
I really developed my body. By the time I went off to college, I was really
built.

But I was still haunted. Even though I had accepted my attractions to men,
I still felt anger. And when, in my junior year, I met up with a Christian
group at college who kept telling me I could change, I went for it. I cut
off all contact with Max, Wayne, and Henry. Max was really hurt. I felt
guilty about that because he really had been good to me. All of them
had. But I just had to leave them. The Lord was calling me in a different
direction. I graduated with a degree in accounting, got a decent job with
Arthur Andersen (handling a new account of theirs, a gas supply company in
Texas called Enron), and started dating women. Good Christian women. Was I
happy? Well, kind of. I mean during sex, I would still think of Max or of
Jeff or Gary. However, I'd tell myself I was healed now since I was having
sex with women.

I met Natalie at a bible study group in early 1990. She was fun to be
with. We got married after going out for about three months. We went to a
resort on the ocean for our honeymoon. Natalie and I had settled into our
room, and she lay down to take a nap. I decided to go down to the pool and
take a swim. I swam some laps and got out to lie in the sun. Suddenly a
silhouette of a guy was standing over me.

"Tim?"

I squinted.

"Oh, my God! Jeff?"

It was Jeff Taylor. He was wearing cutoffs and a tank top. He had beefed up
more than I remembered him. He looked fantastic.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.

"I work here. I'm in charge of grounds and facilities. Been here since they
opened the place three years ago."

He squatted down next to me.

"You look great, dude. So what brings you here?"

"I...I just got married. I'm on my honeymoon."

A strange look crossed his face. A little smile laced with a bit of
surprise.

"Really? Well, I'll have to meet her. But hey, let's have a drink. My
apartment is right over on the other side of the pool. One of the perks of
the job. My roomie is out working on the golf course."

A little alarm bell went off in the back of my head, but I told myself that
a long time had passed. I had let go of the anger I felt toward Jeff so
long ago. It would be okay. Besides, I was thrilled to see Jeff again. We
walked over to his apartment. All I had on were the trunks I had worn to
the pool. He opened the door, and we walked in. It was hot and musty,
smelling of dirty laundry and stale pot. After all these years, Jeff still
couldn't find an apartment with working air conditioning.

"Sorry, it's, so goddamned hot in here. The air's been fucked up for
days,and I've been too busy with everybody else's stuff to fix mine. You
want a beer?"

"Sure," I said looking around.

Same old Jeff. The place was a mess. Tools, dirty clothes, old Penthouse
and Hustler magazines, beer cans and empty pizza boxes littered the floor
and every other flat surface in the place. I had a momentary flashback to
that visit to his first apartment, eight years before. A little chill went
through me. Jeff came out of the kitchen with two bottles of Bud.

"Here ya go, dude," he said, handing me one.

He tossed some of the debris off the couch, and we sat down. I had to admit
that Jeff looked hot, sitting there in his sweaty work clothes, tan and
more muscular than ever. I tried to think of something else. We spent the
next half hour or so catching up. I told him about my job and Natalie. He
told me about working at the resort and a brief summary of all the girls
he'd fucked in the last few years. Finally, he got serious.

"Look, dude, I hope you're not still pissed at me about that thing with the
guys at Dad's construction company. I felt shitty about it, but you sort of
avoided me and I guess I don't blame you. I never got to tell you that I
knew I fucked up. I should have been straight with you about what was gonna
go down there."

I stared at my beer.

"Look, forget about it. It was a long time ago. I got over it."

"Good. Man, you were pretty good with those guys. They talked about you for
a long time after that."

I shifted in my seat a little. The heat was starting to be oppressive in
there.

"Look, Jeff..."

"Okay, dude, I won't make a deal out of it." He leaned back spreading his
long tanned legs. "So, you still ever do any of that stuff?"

The temperature seemed to go up about ten degrees in an instant. I could
feel the sweat trickling down my back.

"No. Not for a long time."

Jeff sat peeling the label off his beer bottle.

"Too bad, dude. You were good, you know." He suddenly stood up. "I gotta
take a leak. Be right back."

I was shaking. Being with Jeff and thinking about all that stuff from the
summer of `82 was having an effect on me. I felt my dick hardening in my
damp trunks. I needed to get out of there. I stood up and shouted toward
the bathroom.

"Hey, Jeff, I've got to get going. It was good to see you."

The bathroom door opened and Jeff stepped out. He was naked. His dick was
wagging back and forth, about half-hard, thickly as he walked.

"You sure, dude? I thought we could reminisce about more old times."

I stood frozen. My eyes were glued to his dick.

"You know you want it, dude. I knew it the moment I saw you out by the
pool. So go for it." He took his thick dick in his hand. "Chow down, dude."
He stood right in front of me.

I stepped back. "Um, no, I, uh don't, I can't..."

Jeff moved toward me.

"Sure you can. And that tent in your shorts tells me you want to. Come on,
dude. Nobody ever sucked my dick like you did. Not even that nephew of
Chris Miller's, Terry." His voice took on a more commanding tone. "Now get
on your knees and blow me, dude."

All my resolve crumbled. Slowly, I sank to my knees. Jeff rubbed his dick
against my lips. I opened my mouth, and it slid in, gliding over my tongue
and hitting my throat. Jeff put his hands on either side of my head and
started pumping his dick in and out. Memories flooded back to me of sucking
his dick eight years ago. Of all the dicks I had sucked — of Max and his
enormous meat. I moaned with a passion I thought I'd left behind almost
five years ago when I swore all this off. I started putting myself into
sucking Jeff's dick.

"Yeah, that's right, get into it, dude."

Jeff was definitely into it, plunging forcefully into my throat.

I was so occupied with Jeff's dick that I didn't hear the door open behind
me. I heard a familiar voice.

"Holy shit, it's a reunion."

I pulled off of Jeff's dick and looked around. There was Carlos. So he was
Jeff's roommate. He looked a little older, even a trace of grey around his
temples, but still husky and muscular as always in his khaki shorts and red
tank. I thought I'd pass out.

Jeff said, "We're just remembering old times, roomie. Why don't you get
comfortable and join us."

Now I was really panicked. I started to get up, but Jeff's hand came down
firmly on my shoulder.

"Just stay right there, dude. Carlos'll come to you."

And in seconds there was Carlos, naked and hard, waving his dick in my
face. Jeff guided my mouth toward the big uncut shaft. I opened my mouth
and took it. Carlos grabbed my head and started fucking my face. Jeff
stepped back and watched.

"See, he's as good as he ever was, isn't he, dude?"

"Jesus, I'd almost forgotten. I've missed this cocksucker."

Jeff moved around behind me.

"Let's see if he's still as good at other things too."

"Nmm!"

I tried to shake my head as Carlos pounded my throat, but Jeff was already
kneeling behind me, peeling down my swimsuit and pulling them off me. He
forced my legs apart with his knees. I felt his finger trailing down my ass
crack to my hole. He pushed his finger against it.

"I think he's tightened up again, but I'm sure he remembers how to open up
that pussy."

His finger slowly twisted inside me. I felt that sensation that I'd tried
to forget, that warm feeling, beckoning me to open up to his intruding
finger. My ass started to relax a little. Jeff smiled.

"Oh, yeah. You still want it, don't you, dude? Well, you got my dick nice
and lubed up now, so here it is."

He withdrew his finger, and the blunt head of his dick found my twitching
opening. I felt a stab of pain as it pushed inside. Jeff held on tight to
my hips as he pushed deeper into me.

"Fuck, man! He still has the most fantastic cunt. Tim dude, we're gonna
break this pussy of yours back in."

He started to fuck, taking long plunges into my aching hole. The motion of
his dick against my prostate was sending signals to my balls. My cock
drooled as it swayed back and forth to the action of Jeff's thrusts. I
reached down and started stroking it. My heart was pounding with
excitement. I let out a deep groan as I shot the biggest load of cum I'd
shot in years all over Carlos's legs. I could tell from Jeff's increasing
speed and intensity that he was getting ready to shoot in my ass. I felt
the heat of his cum flooding my guts as he pounded up against me with a
shout. Moments later Carlos shot his jizz down my throat. I gulped it
down. The three of us fell on the floor. I lay in a daze. Jeff got up after
a few minutes and brought another round of Buds out. He and Carlos talked,
as I lay lost in thought.

I thought of Max. I wanted to call him. Tell him I was sorry. Tell him I'd
been wrong. I wanted him back. Who knew if he'd take me? But I knew atthat
moment that I had to try.

Carlos was starting to play with my ass. I knew what was coming next. I
thought of Natalie up in our room. How could I face her? What was I going
to say?

How could I explain that my curiosity had finally been satisfied?


***************

A note from Shaverboy written at the conclusion of the series:


Well, it took long enough.

I'm not referring to Tim's self-acceptance, but to my finally finishing
this story.

I want to thank all the folks who stuck patiently with Curiosity during the
two and a half years it took me to chronicle this week in Tim Parker's
life.

Curiosity started out as an idea that I got observing a young lifeguard at
the pool in the condo complex where I used to live. I had a feeling this
kid was gay but didn't know it yet. I combined that together with ideas I'd
had for a couple of the characters in Terry's Lessons, namely Jeff Taylor
and Gary Woods, and I had a story outline. I had about reached the end of
Terry's Lessons and initially had decided that this would be a "prequel." I
feel that it turned out to be a much better story than the first one. I
learned some lessons from Terry's Lessons and learned even more from doing
this one.

I am grateful to all the people who wrote during the time I was doing
this. It's a real turn on to know that Tim's adventures were as erotic to
other folks in far-flung places as they were to me. One guy even translated
the story into Swedish and posted it on a Scandinavian website. I am
particularly grateful to those who made suggestions. There were many. I'm
especially grateful to Ricky, who reviewed some of the middle chapters
before they were posted and made many good suggestions; to C. Olt who
reviewed and critiqued the last couple of chapters (and who has a great
story of his own, Timothy, on Nifty); and to Gary who provided the idea
that ended up being the conclusion to the story. (After trying several
different endings. Writing an end to this thing was a bitch!).

So what next? As most of you know, I've started a new story called Dr.'s
Orders. It's a change from the mood of Terry and Tim. I needed to do
something different to keep from repeating myself. I know that not
everybody who liked Curiosity will get into that story. And there are some
who have gotten into Dr.'s Orders who wouldn't get into Curiosity.Different
strokes, as they say.

I do have the early outlines for a few other stories more in the mold of
Terry's Lessons and Curiosity. I may start on one of those later in the
year. We'll see.


In any case, keep reading, keep masturbating, and I'll keep writing.

Peace,

Shaver Boy