Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2017 03:28:20 +0000
From: Shaverboy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Curiosity chapter 17

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!


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CHAPTER 17 - SWIM MEAT

I was so exhausted that in spite of all that had happened, I fell into a
deep sleep. My dreams were filled with scenes of being fucked: at home, at
the pool, by Gary, by the team, by Nick. In each scene, Jeff was standing
there watching me get fucked and stroking his big hard cock. I felt
embarrassed for him to see me this way and yet I also wanted to reach out
and touch that big pole of his. I started to reach and . . .

Unknown to me, Jake and Nick were watching me, using a portable video camera
to capture my horny dream state. I didn't know that the capsules Nick had
shoved into my ass were causing my prostate to swell and throb, making me
hornier as they slowly dissolved. They had pulled back the sheets, leaving
me naked, face down on the bed. I gripped the pillow as I spread my legs,
moaning and pumping my ass up and down. I reached back and fingered my ass,
trying to satisfy that urgent bump inside. As I did, my dick shot a load of
cum all over the mattress.

"He really is turning into a cock whore," Jake observed, watching my horny
actions.

"That's what his stepfather and I knew he'd be. He just needed a little
push. He's been a self righteous little prick tease and now his time has
come. He's gonna live for getting fucked pretty soon. These pictures are to
show Larry how far he's progressed. He already isn't satisfied unless he has
something in his cunt. And I don't think his dick will get soft all day."

Reaching down, he flipped me over on the bed. He got more shots of my hard
dick, dripping the last of my load on my slimy stomach and shaved crotch.
Lying on my back, I continued to squirm in my sleep, moaning softly and
arching my back off the mattress, my legs spread wide.

Jake watched, slowly stroking his dick. "Puts on a pretty hot show even on
his sleep."

Nick smiled as he continued filming. "He makes a pretty hot boy whore
alright. A few more sessions with George Gordon and we'll get his balls
hanging even lower. Maybe stretch that cock a little too. And George is
great at pumping up those nipples. This boy's gonna have some juicy tits by
the time we're through."

By now, Jake was standing over me, jacking his hard cock. He aimed at my
face and shot a load all over me, dripping down my neck.

"I better hit the shower," he said, turning and heading for the bathroom.

After capturing all he needed on tape, Nick packed the camera in his bag.

"Wake up," Nick ordered, shaking my shoulder.

I groggily opened my eyes. It took a moment for me to remember where I was.
My head ached from the alcohol I'd had last night and my ass ached from the
dicks that had been shoved in it over and over yesterday. I was still naked
and I pulled the sheet up to cover me. I felt a gooey spot on the sheets and
there was cum on my face and neck. I must have cum in my sleep. My dick was
still hard and leaking from my dreams. I held tightly to the sheets to cover
my nakedness. Nick was already up and dressed. I could hear Jake in the
bathroom showering.

"You certainly were lively while you slept. You woke us up several times
groaning in your sleep. You kept mumbling about getting fucked and grinding
your dick into the sheets, wiggling your ass. You must have cum a couple of
times from the sound of things. You're even out of control in your sleep.
I'm going to have to tell your stepfather about this."

"No, please," I begged. "Don't tell Larry. It's just all the stuff that
happened yesterday. I'll control myself. I want to get back to the way
things were. Please don't tell, Nick. I'm really straight. I know you don't
believe me but I am."

"So you dreamt about being fucked, eh? Well, maybe you better jack off and
see if that hardon of yours will go down."

"I don't want to," I lied. In truth, my dick was aching to be rubbed.

"I think you do. Now throw back that sheet and get yourself off. Or maybe I
should call Larry about your whoring around. He is concerned about your
behavior. He may need to take you back to Dr. Gordon for more treatment.
George might need to do more than milk the loads out of you."

My eyes widened. "No, not that." Reluctantly, I kicked the sheet off and
took my dick in my hand and began stroking it. Nick stood there watching. I
heard Jake come out of the bathroom. Wearing just a towel, he came over to
stand next to Nick.

"Little fag needs to cum again, huh?"

"Looks that way," Nick replied. He glanced at his watch. "He better hurry.
We're due downstairs in a few minutes." Turning back to me he said, "Step on
it. Jerk that cock, boy. Spread your legs."

I sped up my strokes as I spread my legs apart. I could feel the cum
building in my balls. Just as I felt I was getting close, Nick spoke again.

"Finger your ass. I know that gets you off."

Trembling with embarrassment, I reached down and, lifting my legs slightly,
rubbed my index finger over my swollen ass lips. I pushed lightly and it
slid right in. I groaned from the feeling. In spite of myself, I started
working it in and out. I could feel that bump inside. It seemed larger and
harder today. I figured it was from all the abuse it had gotten, not knowing
that the drug Nick had pushed in there was making my prostate swell. When I
touched it, I felt the beginning of a rush to cum.

"Stop. You're taking too much time. We don't want to be late. Get your suit
on and let's go."

My balls ached as I got out of bed, my dick hard up against my stomach. I
needed to cum bad. I walked in the bathroom to get my Speedo. It was lying
on the floor, soaked again from Jake's shower. I slipped the wet suit on. It
seemed even tighter than yesterday, barely covering my butt. My dick stuck
at least three inches out of the waistband and my balls almost slipped out
of the leg hole. After some maneuvering, I managed to stuff my stiff pole in
them, pointing over to the side. Wet as they were, they were nearly
transparent since the liner had been removed. My hard dick showed clearly
inside, bulging out in front. I cringed at the thought of wearing this in
public. But not only was this the only suit I had, it was the only clothing
of any kind that I had. My sweats and tee shirt were in shreds out in the
room. I walked back out of the bathroom, carrying my backpack, hoping I
could get my dick to subside before we left. But the itch in my ass was
bothering me more than ever as I stuffed the ruined remnants of my clothes
in my pack. It was all I could do to keep from reaching back and sticking my
finger in my hole.

Jake had finished dressing and was picking up his bag as I came into the
room. He looked at me and smirked as he put the big black flashlight in his
bag.

"God, you're a slut," Nick said, looking at my tight stuffed suit. "You just
have to show that dick off don't you?"

"Nick, I don't understand it. Somebody tore the liner out of my suit and it
feels like it shrank. I don't want people to see me like this."

"Sure. You expect me to believe that? Well, if you haven't got any more
pride than that, let people see what a whore you are. I haven't got time to
worry about it. It's time to go."

Hanging my head, I followed him out of the door. Jake brought up the rear.

We stood in the hall waiting for the elevator. Jake stood behind me. I
suddenly felt his hand on my butt.

"Your crack is showing, pussy boy. Who're you planning to throw at this
time?"

I pulled away and tried to pull my suit up in the back. As I did, my balls
slipped out again and the front was pulled all the way down to the base of
my dick, revealing my shaved crotch. I was still trying to arrange things
when the elevator arrived. Two people, a man and a woman, got out, glancing
at my near nakedness and obvious arousal.

"Stop playing with yourself and come on," Nick ordered. We got into the
elevator as I continued trying to get my suit to cooperate.

"Here, let me see what I can do with it," Nick offered as the doors closed.
He reached down and tugged at the front of my suit. My balls fell out again.
He stuffed them back in and my dick popped out the top. Holding my balls in
one hand, he gripped my dick in the other and started pushing it back in my
tight Speedos. He was rubbing my dick against my belly and the thin fabric
of my suit. I groaned from the stimulation.

"Nick, don't. I'm gonna cum." I could feel the pressure growing in my balls.

"Well, control yourself. I have to see if I can get this dick of yours
settled in here." He looked at Jake. "Pull them up in the back while I hold
the front."

Jake grabbed the back of my suit and pulled. I could feel the nylon pull
into the crack of my ass, rubbing my sensitive hole and leaving most of my
ass cheeks bare. At the same time, Nick kept squeezing my dick. It was more
than I could take. I started cumming, shooting my load into my suit. Some of
it soaked through, dribbling down my leg. The front of my suit was once
again gooey with cum.

"God, you're a mess," Nick said, shaking his head. "Well, maybe you'll be
satisfied for a while and won't be throwing yourself at any dick you spot."

I was crimson with embarrassment as the elevator doors opened. A group of
people stood there in the lobby, waiting for the elevator. They looked at
me, cum dripping down my leg, my dick clearly visible through my gooped-up
speedos. I hung my head as we walked out through the middle of the crowd.

We walked out to the parking lot and got on the bus. I headed for the back
and tried to stay as far away from everyone as I could while the rest of the
guys boarded. They looked back at me, whispering to each other. I could
remember each one of them forcing his dick into my ass or mouth the night
before.

When everyone had gotten on, Nick came back to me.

"Where are Pat and Ben?" he asked, in a cold voice.

"I don't know. Aren't they here?" I replied, trying to sound innocent. I
knew that Pat and Ben were home by now, recovering from the orgy of sex from
the night before. But I didn't want Nick to know about that.

"You were with them last night. What happened? Why aren't they around?"

I was starting to get nervous. "Why don't you ask one of the other guys?
Maybe they could tell you." I would have loved to hear them explain how
they'd taken turns fucking the three of us.

Nick stared at me. "We're going to have a talk later about your behavior.
And those two are in big trouble." He turned around and walked back to the
front of the bus. Moments later we were pulling out of the lot for the short
drive to the local college where the meet was being held.

I sat there for a moment thinking no matter what trouble Pat and Ben were
in, I was in worse. I was sort of pissed at them anyway. They were queer.
They admitted it. Or bi or something. They weren't straight like me.

OK, so I thought about a guy's dick and got a hard on while sucking on a
guy. Or came while getting fucked. I still couldn't be a fag. I had always
been the good little boy, the good student, the star swimmer. And when I'd
started going out with Jennie, I was sure I'd be the star stud too. I'd
fucked her three times one night. OK, I admit that at times I had thought of
Jeff during that night. I don't know why my mind wandered to him. But she
was the one I'd been fucking dammit. So I was straight, right? Being a queer
just wasn't in my plans. I had to get this under control.

My thoughts were interrupted by Frank. He was standing next to my seat
looking down at me.

"So you're still horny, fag boy," he asked with a nasty smile.

"Just leave me alone, Frank. Haven't you done enough?"

"Oh, not nearly. And since your little fag friends have taken off I guess
you'll need to get your fun from the rest of us."

"Maybe I should tell the coach what you did to them. How'd that look? You
fucked the two best swimmers we've got and now we'll have to forfeit their
events. Think that'll make him happy?"

Frank sat down next to me. Getting right up in my face he spoke slowly and
softly. "You're not gonna say a word to the coach or anybody else. Because
if you do, I'll spread the word all over school about how the three of you
have been fucking around with each other since freshman year."

"But that's not true. Look, Frank, what happened yesterday was, well, a
fluke. I'd never done stuff like that. But things got kind of out of my
control." Well it was partly true. I hadn't done this stuff until a few days
ago and it WAS definitely out of control.

"Sure, fag. You're just a little angel. With jizz all over your Speedos and
a boner that you want everybody to see. I saw how you shot your load last
night from gettin' it up the ass. I saw you gobblin' down cum. So don't play
'I don't do that' with me."

I could see it was pointless to try to deny this to him. "OK, then just
leave me alone. I won't bother you and you don't bother me."

"Oh but I think you owe me something for bringing you all that dick last
night. You do give a great blowjob, fag. And I could use one after the meet.
So tell you what, I'll let you blow me in the john at the pool after your
little breaststroke event, just you and me. And then you can peddle your ass
where ever you want."

"No, Frank. I don't want to."

"Did I ask you if you wanted to? I've waited for a year to find a way to get
back at you and your snotty attitude. You and Harding and Hadid thought you
were hot shit and I was just a nothing freshman. Well, fag boy, it's pay
back time. You'll just have to dazzle the crowd with your breaststroke and
then get a load of cum in your stomach. Got it?"

I knew I didn't have any choice. I nodded. Frank smiled and got up.

"Good. Meet me in the restroom ten minutes after your heat's over." He
walked back to his seat.

God, when would it end? Maybe if I shut Frank up, the rest of them would
leave me alone. Surely I hadn't pissed off everybody on the team. I mean Pat
and Ben and I were the star swimmers but had we really been that stuck up
about it? I tried to think back. I realized that the three of us hung out a
lot. And I had spent a lot of time with Jeff before he graduated. I'd
thought it was so cool: being a freshman swimming star hanging out with the
star of the wrestling team. Everybody adored Jeff. The girls all loved him.
And he'd chosen me as a friend because I was another star athlete. All
through sophomore year I'd hung out with him, Pat, Ben, and a few of the
other star jocks, going places, being part of gang. Were the other guys
jealous? Or had I really been a stuck up shit about things? Well it was too
late to worry about it now. I just had to patch up the situation the best I
could.

We arrived at the college and walked into the pool area. There were
bleachers set up at one end of the pool and the judges' table along the
side. The bleachers weren't too full. It was a summer meet and not much of a
crowd shows up for those. A few students from the local high school, a few
parents, that was about it. Some of the other teams had already arrived. I
saw Coach Norris with the team from Jefferson. I quickly looked away.

My dick was still pushing out the front of my damp suit. The itch in my ass
seemed to get worse every minute. I couldn't figure it out. It just kept
making me feel hornier, like my balls would burst if I didn't cum soon.
Sitting on the bus with the bumps and vibration had been nearly unbearable.
My dick had started dripping again. I kept hoping that the cool pool water
and some exercise would get me back in control. Until then, I just wanted to
hide. Everybody passing me stared at my obvious arousal showing through the
thin material of my suit. The swollen head of my cock was glued to the
almost transparent material.

I looked at the board and saw that mine was the third event. I found a place
to sit down behind the rest of the team on the bleachers. I really didn't
want to talk to anyone. Now and then, the guys would turn around and look at
me, obviously remembering what it had felt like to plow my ass the night
before. They'd mumble something to each other and laugh, nodding toward my
noticeable hardon. I blushed in embarrassment and tried to think about
something else. But when your dick is throbbing, it's hard to concentrate.

I was so distracted I didn't notice Nick sit down next to me. I jumped when
I suddenly saw him there looking at me.

"So are you going to tell me where Harding and Hadid are?"

What the hell, I figured I might as well tell him. "They went home. They
caught a bus and went home."

"And would you mind telling me why. I just had to forfeit the butterfly
heat. Those two were the only ones we had registered for it."

I looked him in the eye. I was angry. "Well maybe it had something to do
with the whole team fucking us last night."

"You mean those two are queer too?"

"No, I didn't say that. I said that Hank and Frank and the rest of those
shits forced us to have sex."

Nick was silent for a moment. "Why did they do that?"

"Ask them, dammit. It wasn't our fault."

"Where did this happen?"

"Ben and Pat's room. We were in there and the rest of them came in and
attacked us."

"And what were you doing when they came in."

I stopped. "We, uh, we were . . ." I realized I'd painted myself into a
corner. "We had been helping each other to shave for the meet."

"Why didn't you join the others to shave down? Why just the three of you?"

I was starting to wish I'd just kept my mouth shut. "We didn't want to be
with them. I sure didn't."

"And were you still shaving when they came in?"

"We'd finished."

"And what were you doing?"

"We were, um, just lying around."

"Just lying around having sex, right?"

I was beet red now. "Um, no," I lied, "We were just talking."

"Funny, that's not the story I got from the others. And I've talked to
several of them. They said you all were fucking and sucking away when they
came in. Isn't that true?"

I sat silently, staring at the ground. "That's none of your business. Or
theirs," I mumbled.

"And then you invited them to join the party. Offered to suck them off.
Maybe it did get a little out of control but you three started it. That's
the way I hear it."

"NO!" I almost yelled. Several people turned around to see what was going
on. I lowered my voice. "That's not what happened. We didn't invite anybody.
They made us."

"I'm going to deal with the other two when we get back. But I'm telling you
right now, I can see what a whore you are. I've been seeing it for the last
several days. Your dick is leading you around and has control of you. I saw
last night again how much you like that ass of yours fucked. So go ahead.
Show the world what a slut you are. Show your hard cock to everybody here.
That's what you want isn't it? You want them to see that juicy dick sticking
out of your shorts. You want to strip down and play with your ass for them,
working your finger slowly in and out while your dick drools precum."

"No," I said weakly, my voice shaking. My dick was leaking even more as he
talked.

"Oh yes. You'll probably cum right in front of them, just because that's
what you want."

"Nick, please . . ."

"I bet your little pussy is pulsing right now isn't it? Waiting to get
plugged again. You want to bend over and show it to everybody, Tim?"

"And then spread your legs and fuck yourself with that flashlight like you
did last night? Working your pussy up and down on it until you shoot your
load."

I was shaking. Being reminded of the feeling in my ass just made it worse.
"Please don't, Nick. I can't control . . ."

"You sure can't. Well try not to cum right in front of the crowd. I'm going
to talk to Larry when we get back about just what to do with you."

He stood up and walked away. I sat there shaking in shame and horniness. I
wasn't sure which was more powerful. The longer I sat, the more the images
he'd brought to mind seemed to prey on me and the more the throbbing of my
dick and ass seemed to push me toward another uncontrollable orgasm. I was
so lost in thought, my dick dripping precum on the floor, that I didn't here
the call to report for the breaststroke event.

"Parker! Get down there!" Nick shouted.

I shot up out of my seat and ran to the pool. As I did, my dick popped out
of my suit, sticking straight up toward my navel. I heard a gasp from the
bleachers and quickly turned away to arrange myself as best I could. I
pulled my suit up in the front, feeling it crawl into the crack of my ass as
I did. My butt was now facing the audience. I heard more gasps and laughing
as I turned back to the pool. I reached back to pull the suit out of my
crack. The rubbing against my sore hole just made things worse. I did the
best I could and moved into position at the side of the pool.

Ed Shaunessy from Jefferson, who'd been my chief competition in this event
at the last regional meet, was in the lane next to me.

"What's with you, Parker? Get a grip, man."

"Just leave me alone," I grumbled.

"Fuck you, asshole," Ed shot back. "Try thinking about swimming instead of
your dick."

He was right. I tried to center myself on what I needed to do next. It
wasn't easy. We got the signal to get ready. I crouched into position. I
felt the suit crawl into my ass again. I tried to ignore it.

The gun went off.

I dove in and started swimming with all my might. I put my mind to swimming.
For a few moments, I forgot the humiliation of the last few days. I forgot
about my dick and my ass. I forgot about it all. All that I thought of was
the breaststroke.

Maybe it was all the pent-up anxiety and confusion or just that I needed so
badly to prove that I wasn't some queer, I was the same prize winning
swimmer I'd always been. But for whatever reason, I pulled into the lead. I
was swimming better than ever. I tried to keep concentrating. But as I
reached the end of the pool and turned, I felt my dick working its way out
of my suit. I kept going but it broke my concentration. I slowed down
slightly. I saw Ed passing me in the next lane. I tried to forget about
everything else but I felt my balls working their way out as well. I saw
Mike Fitch pull ahead on the other side of me. Mike had never beat me
before. I put all the power I could into my stroke and pulled back ahead of
him but it was too late to catch Ed. I was working so hard on catching him
that, as we finished, I ran right into the side of the pool.

I lay there in the water for a moment, dazed. I felt someone reach down to
pull me out of the pool. As I came out of the pool and was pulled to my
feet, my suit caught on the edge of the pool and came rolling down my legs.
I heard laughter again. I realized I was standing there in front of the
whole crowd naked with my hard dick sticking out from my shaved crotch. I
realized it was Nick holding me up. He looked at my crotch as he held me.

"Just had to show everybody what you have, didn't you?" He whispered to me.
"You gonna cum now? Gonna shoot your big load all over for everybody.
Thinking about a big dick pounding in and out of your pussy? Fucking you
until you cum."

"No, don't," I mumbled as my legs started to shake.

"Yeah, that's what you want, another load of jizz shooting up your cunt. You
can feel it inside you can't you?"

That was all it took. I'd been holding it in for so long that I couldn't
control it any longer. I shot a huge wad of cum all over the side of the
pool. And then another. And another. There was silence from the crowd for a
moment. I think everybody was stunned by what they were seeing. Then
laughter and a rumble of comments. I wanted to run and hide.

"Pull yourself together, boy," Nick growled at me as Ed handed him my suit.
Nick threw it at my feet. "Pull your suit up. You came in second. You gotta
accept your medal." He let me go and walked away.

I pulled the tiny Speedos up, stuffed my dick back in, and slowly made my
way over to the judges' table. Ed and Mike were standing on either side of
me, staring at me.

Rick Cantwell, one of the judges looked me over. "That was the most
disgusting display I've ever seen. Are you having some sort of problem, son?
How do you explain your behavior?"

I was already so red, I couldn't possibly blush any deeper. "I, uh, don't
know, sir. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. I'm so sorry."

"Well, see that you control yourself a little better next time. I mean, that
was pretty shocking. You probably should have a doctor check you out. That's
not normal. And you might think about a new pair of trunks while you're at
it. Those are, well, obscene."

"Yes, sir. I will. It'll never happen again." I looked at the floor as I
spoke, unable to face him.

"See to that. Well, in any case," he picked up the microphone, "Our winners
are: Edward Shaunessy from Jefferson High School in first; Timothy Parker
from Williams High School, second; and Michael Fitch from St. Paul's
Academy, third."

As the crowd applauded, he handed us our medals. We stood facing the crowd,
my dick still clearly visible in my wet suit. As soon as the applause died
down, I headed quickly for the bleachers.

I sat there for a minute trying to stop shaking. At least that was over. I
heard a voice from behind me. It was Frank.

"Nice show, fag. Downstairs bathroom, five minutes."

I turned around to protest but he was already gone. I thought about not
going but I knew I'd never hear the end of this if I didn't. I was going to
have enough problems without Frank to deal with. I got up and walked into
the gymnasium and down the stairs.

I started looking for the restroom where I was supposed to meet Frank.

I headed inside to the restroom by the cafeteria. The whole area was dark
and deserted. I opened the door to the restroom. It too was dark. I was
feeling kind of scared. I also still had that throbbing itch in my ass
making my dick hard.

"Frank," I whispered, "are you in here?"

"Yeah, fag, I'm here. Quite a little display you put on up there." His voice
echoed through the darkness.

"Look, Frank, you've got the wrong idea. I'm not queer. Yesterday, I just
had been thinking about Jennie. You know her. A real sex pot. And well,
today, um, I don't know. I just got horny. You know how it is."

"I know how it is to get horny, Parker. But not to stick my dick out and
spooge in front of a couple of hundred people. But if you're so horny let me
help you out. Come here and suck me off."

"Frank, couldn't we skip this?"

"So you're not horny for my dick, huh, Parker?"

"God, no. You've got to believe me."

"Let's remember last night, faggot. What were you and the other fags doing
when we walked in?"

"We were just fooling around. I didn't . . ."

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING?"

His shouting startled me. I blushed in the darkness.

"They were fucking me," I said softly. My dick was throbbing hard in my tiny
suit.

"Take off your suit."

"Hey, let's not . . ."

"I SAID GET NAKED, FAG BOY!"

I did as he said, sliding my tight Speedos off. "OK it's off."

"Good. Now, what are you here for, Parker?"

"Because you told me to."

"Yeah, but what are you going to do."

He wanted me to say it. I wanted to get it over with. "I'm here to suck your
dick."

Suddenly two people grabbed me. I struggled but they held me. I started to
yell when one of them hit me hard in the stomach. I doubled over, gasping.

The lights came on. There was Frank, standing in his speedos. Two guys I
recognized from Jefferson High, Keith and Kevin Bauer, were holding me. I
remembered that Frank was friends with them. They were twins, both short,
dark-haired and muscular. Their black Speedos showed large bulges. Standing
over by the stalls were two others: Ed Shaunessy, and Mike Fitch. Ed was
tall, blonde, and broad shouldered. Mike was about my height, with brown
hair and a slim swimmer's build. What was Frank planning?

"For somebody who just shot a wad you sure have a boner, Parker," Ed
observed. "Frank told us you were a fag but I didn't realize what a hungry
fag you were until now. I never saw anybody shoot the way you did upstairs.
I thought the parents in the crowd would shit. You're the horniest queer
I've ever seen."

Frank reached down and squeezed my dick hard. He could feel the goo of
precum on the head. "And leaky, too. We must really turn your crank. I
wanted these guys to see how turned on you get by this. After all, I
wouldn't want them to think you really don't get into this stuff." Squeezing
my dick hard, he turned to the others. "This is why he was throwin' a bone
all morning. He couldn't wait to come here and get my cock in his mouth."

"Frank, look," I groaned, "you said it would just be you here."

"I couldn't be selfish about this, could I? I mean, a great cocksucker like
you, I had to share. Besides, I figured you'd enjoy a few more dicks. Let's
show 'em how much you like it. Get down and suck me, Parker." He rubbed his
dick through his Speedos.

"No, I don't . . ."

Keith and Kevin pushed me to my knees. "Yeah, fag, from what I hear you
can't get enough." Keith laughed. "So Kev and I will be happy to help you
out when you're finished with Frank's. And Ed and Mike get you after that.
Now suck him."

Frank's bulging crotch was right in front of my face. He grabbed the back of
my head and mashed my mouth right up against his semi-hard boner, which was
straining against the fabric of his suit.

"Lick me, faggot. Lick my meat."

I did as he said. Maybe I could just get this over with. But I also felt my
dick twitching as I began running my tongue back and forth over Frank's
nylon covered cock.

"OK, time to suck," Frank said after a few minutes of my licking. He pulled
his hard, fat eight inch cock out of his trunks and pointed it at my mouth.
Already humiliated, I opened my mouth and took it in. What else could I do?
Frank held on to my head and began to fuck my face. My dick thumped against
my stomach with each of his thrusts into my throat. A splatter of precum
showed on my belly.

"Look at how turned on he is," Kevin commented, seeing my hard dick. "He
really gets into this."

"Yeah, he's really hot for dick," Keith replied, rubbing his dick through
his shorts. "Wait til we tell the other guys. These out of town meets'll be
a lot more fun. We'll provide some beer and you guys provide the
cocksucker."

My heart sank further. Now not only would all the guys on my team think I
was queer, I was getting a regional reputation. And more guys wanting to
plow my mouth and ass. This was never going to end. Yet I also felt a
stirring in my balls from the idea. All those hot guys and their cocks . . .
NO! I couldn't be thinking that!

"No problem, guys," Frank said as he continued pumping my mouth. "I know
Timmy here will be happy to be the life of the party. He sure was last
night. You've never seen somebody take it up the ass like he does. He just
devours your dick with his butt. And boy did he have plenty of chances last
night."

"Yeah, I want to try that ass of his," Kevin said as he pulled out his nine
inch hardon.

Kevin stood on the other side of me stroking an identical piece of meat.
"I'll flip you for it. Heads, I get his mouth first, tails, I get his ass
first."

"Fair enough, bro. We can trade off later." Keith went over to his gym bag
and pulled out a quarter. "I call tails."

He flipped the coin in the air and caught it, slapping it on the back of his
other hand. I saw him smile as he uncovered the coin. "Looks like I get his
ass, Kev."

"No problem, he looks like he does pretty well with that mouth of his."

I listened to the negotiations over my mouth and ass, unable to protest as
Frank continued his assault on my throat. My ass was aching for attention
and to my embarrassment, it was going to get it. But part of me needed to
feel something inside my ass. My throbbing dick wanted to feel a big dick
slide into me. I was horrified by the idea but it was true: I wanted them to
fuck me. My dick dribbled its juice onto the floor in response to their
conversation. Frank was quick to point out my reaction even as he was
panting in near orgasm.

"See how worked up he gets at just the idea of getting fucked?" he gasped.
"Take this load, pussy boy. Take it!" He shot into my mouth. I gulped
quickly to swallow the thick fluid as it hit my throat.

"Yeah, look at him swill down that jizz," Kevin observed. "Well get ready
for another, faggot." As Frank pulled his dick out of my mouth, Kevin moved
into position in front of me. He quickly plunged his thick nine inch cock
between my lips. Grabbing on to my ears, he pumped in and out.

Keith was behind me, pulling me to my feet and even as his twin continued
his thrusts into my mouth. I felt him rub his dick up and down my crack.

"Wow, his ass really looks like it's been used. Well, here comes another."
He reached back toward the sink and squeezed some liquid soap into his hand.
He roughly stuck two fingers into my ass working them around for a few
minutes before yanking them back out. "Oh yeah, you're nice and opened up.
That twat is ready."

Holding his dick, he aimed it at my hole and pushed. His whole nine inch
pole sank into my ass. I groaned in a combination of pain and relief as his
dick slid over the throbbing lump inside me. Almost immediately, I started
cumming, my load shooting between Kevin's legs onto the floor. Keith laughed
as he started fucking, hard and fast.

"Oh, yeah you get into that big cock don't you, cunt? Work your ass around
my dick, whore. Oh yeah, I feel your joy button inside there. Just like a
clit on a bitch. I bet you live to have that worked over don't you,
pussyboy? I bet I can fuck another load out of you. You'd like that wouldn't
you, cunt?"

There was nothing I could say with his brother's dick pounding my throat.
The fact was, that as he continued his pumping in my ass, I could feel
another load building in me. I needed to cum again. I knew I would by the
time he shot in me. And it happened. Kevin shot in my mouth, followed in
seconds by Keith filling my ass, and I shot another load on the floor. As
the two of them pulled out of me, I fell into the puddle of cum I'd created.
Frank and the twins looked down at me.

But I didn't stay there for long. Ed and Mike pulled me to my feet and
leaned me over one of the sinks. I saw Ed in the mirror, standing behind me,
pulling his nine and a half inch boner out and stroking it. He slapped it
against my ass a couple of times.

"Yeah, you got a nice juicy cunt now. Get ready for a real fuck, faggot." He
roughly shoved his dick inside me.

I moaned but the feeling was a mixture of pain and stimulation. My dick
stiffened again, strings of cum and precum hanging from it as it banged
against the side of the sink from Ed's pounding.

"What a great pussy he's got!" Ed yelled as he pumped me. "Try his mouth,
Fitch. Looks like he's good with that too."

Mike pulled my head toward him. I saw his eight inch uncut meat in front of
my face. I was too defeated to even try to protest. What good would it do? I
took his dick and started sucking.

Ed stuck two thick fingers in me along side his cock as he fucked. I groaned
louder. "Yeah you like to have that pussy stretched don't you, cunt?"

It didn't take long for Ed to start shooting in my stretched ass. And
moments later, Mike was pumping his load down my throat. I couldn't swallow
fast enough and cum dribbled down my chin. My balls were aching to cum
again. The guys could see my dick jerk and drip. Ed pushed me up against the
wall.

"So jack off, asshole. Show us how you get off on getting your ass fucked."

I needed to cum so bad that I reached down and stroked my dick. It only took
a minute before I shot another load all over the floor. I slid down the wall
and sat, panting on the floor. Ed kicked my suit around the floor to wipe up
the pools of cum.

"Wouldn't want you to leave a mess now would we?" he laughed. He and the
others had started getting themselves ready to leave.

"Thanks for the fun, Parker," Keith said as they cleaned up. "We'll have to
catch you again later. Kevin can try your ass next time. I hope you'll be in
the mood."

"He's always in the mood," Frank said as they headed toward the door.
Turning back to me he said, "You better get yourself cleaned up." I heard
them laughing as the door shut behind them.

Slowly I got up and went over to the sink to wipe myself off. My dick was
still swollen and almost fully hard. I took it in my hand. In spite of the
two times I'd cum, I still wanted to shoot again. I started to stroke my
already slick dick. Looking at myself in the mirror on the wall by the door,
I spread my legs and reached back to finger my ass. I felt dirty for doing
this but I couldn't help it. I needed it. I had to feel that swollen bump
inside to soothe my need to cum.

I was almost at the brink when the door opened. I froze as the head of the
judges' panel, Mr. Cantwell walked into the restroom.

"What in the hell are you doing?" he yelled.

All color must have drained from my face. I felt like I was going to pass
out. "Um, uh I was , uh just . . ."

"I would have thought you'd had enough. Stop playing with yourself and get
your suit on right now. I want an explanation for this. Meet me up in the
locker room in two minutes." He slammed the door as he stalked out.

I stood trembling. Now what had I done? How could I possibly explain what
happened? Somehow, I didn't think trying to tell him that three guys had
forced me to have sex would work. After all, where were they? I'd been
standing there alone fingering myself and stroking my meat. I pulled my
skimpy, sticky Speedos on, stuffing my hard dick in as best I could, and
headed upstairs to face the music.