Tamed Jock Goes Crazy - Chapter Sixteen - 11am - Cal & Quyen

Tamed Jock Goes Crazy - Chapter Sixteen - 11am - Cal & Quyen

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TAMED JOCK GOES CRAZY

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER 16 - 11:15 A.M. - CAL & QUYEN

Our last baseball game of the summer season was anticlimactic. Lang pitched a great game and our whole team did well, both batting and fielding. We crushed the other team. If we'd played that way throughout the summer, we would have won the league title. Alas, we missed playing for the championship by one game. Of course, getting to the championship game was one thing and winning it was another. We would've played the team that had Jason Palmer, the stud pitcher we'd beaten in the spring on the way to the high school baseball title. He was virtually unhittable and had only lost that single game all year.

After the game, Lang was funny, maintaining that the secret to his pitching success was getting off twice before he took the mound. He often struggled during the first couple of innings but was lights out after that. Hitting his usual no-holes-barred fucking pace while drilling my ass got him warmed up and loose. When he took the mound he had great command. He got through the first inning with only seven pitches. After that, it was easy.

Lang was convinced that fucking had relaxed him and let him focus on pitching. He didn't get into the detail that I was the recipient of the first of his loads and Dillon's tight Aussie bum hosted the second. Lang had talked all summer about doing me, so the team naturally assumed that I'd taken both cum dumps. One of the dudes on the team laughingly suggested that I should be named the game's most valuable player. He wasn't talking about my fielding and batting, although I'd gone 3 for 4 and made a couple of sparkling plays in the field.

It had taken most of the summer, but the team had gotten to the point of joking when Lang raved about my ass. For the most part. He still got `too much information' frequently, but the tall redheaded pitcher was incapable about keeping quiet about his sexual conquests, whether male or female. They were his first, second and third topics of conversation. I was used to the team's jokes. At the beginning of the summer I was embarrassed as hell when Lang would say something revealing about our sex play but having embraced my role as a cock whore, I laughed along with the team and made suggestive comments about the rest of team following Lang's regimen.

I personally thought Lang might be on to something with his sex-before-pitching theory, but for a different reason than he had in his mind. The dude merely needed to get warmed up before he took the mound, whether it was fucking or a more conventional exercise.

Convinced that dumping a load was the secret, Lang asserted he was getting off before every game he pitched from now on. Too bad we'd played our last game of the summer. Because he and I were going to different colleges, it was unlikely we'd be on the same team again. Maybe we'd play on the same summer league team next year, but in the meantime Lang would have to enlist some other lucky boy to host the Lang Long Dong.

Despite it being common knowledge that I bottomed for Lang and we weren't monogamous boyfriends or anything like that, I hadn't hooked up with anybody else on the team. I absolutely would have considered it. A couple of the guys were hot. Hell, in my new cock whore mode, I'd have done them all.

One dude caught my attention earlier in the summer when he dropped a suggestive comment. Cal was our second baseman, a wiry little Latin dude who had surprising power and never tired. Cal wasn't short for Calvin or anything like that, but a nickname for California, where he grew up. He'd been born in Colombia. He had tight, liquid-caramel skin to go with a shock of black hair and was damn cute.

When Cal made his comment earlier in the summer, I was mildly embarrassed and didn't react, but after Tyhcinn told me to free my inner cock whore, I'd turned the tables and dropped a couple of hints to Cal. Rather than pick up on them, he was the one who acted embarrassed. Still, I was intrigued. My damn competitive nature made me want to bag him.

After the game, guys hung around the baseball field for longer than normal, saying their goodbyes. Cal looked hot. He'd pulled off his baseball uniform and was only wearing a tight compression muscle shirt and matching shorts that highlighted his hunky little chest, defined arm muscles and tight glutes. As the crowd thinned and only a few guys remained, I decided to make a final pass at him. I cornered him in the dugout when he was collecting his shit and said, "Hey, Cal. I'll miss playing ball with you."

"Yeah, same here. I loved how you could get to balls and turn double plays. Being part of that was fun."

My cum-slut mind hopped on Cal's innocent comment. Maybe I'd be able to get my second South American cock of the day. "Well, there's one set of balls that I never got to this summer and I wish I had. But I'm wondering if there's still time to make one last play." I licked my lips suggestively.

Cal's face registered a moment of uncertainty before he realized what I'd suggested and his tan face flushed with embarrassment. "Dude, you've got the wrong guy," he said, shaking his head.

Shit. I'd misread him after all. He was straight and wasn't interested in doing it with a guy. That's the chance you take when you hit on a dude. At least he didn't seem pissed or offended.

I was resigned to abandoning my pursuit of the hunky little dude when he added something that made me pause and reconsider. He shook his head and said, "I don't have Lang's arm and I don't have his dick, either."

Maybe he'd left a sliver of an opening. I was in full cock whore mode and persisted. "Hey, variety is the spice of life. What makes you think I'm only interested in dudes with dicks the size of Lang's? I'm not a size queen." Well, I sorta was. I mean, big cocks are... well, bigger. More to play with. More interesting to look at. They pack more power. And yeah, they're more masculine. Not that I don't love a rock-hard normal dick, but there is something awe inspiring and exciting about a mammoth piece of meat. And yeah, my ass sang when it was crammed full of oversized dick. Tommy's and Tyhcinn's big poles never failed to capture my full attention.

"You're just playing, Tyler. Even if Lang did bang your butt before the game, he never passes up an opportunity to get off, so I'm sure he's still up for an encore. With Lang Long Dong available for a post-game celebration, why would you want to do something with me?"

"You're wrong. I mean, not about Lang, the dude's obsessed with sex. But about me not wanting to hookup with you. You've got a hot little body and I reckon if you fuck with anywhere close to the energy you have on the baseball field, you'd be damn fun in bed."

Cal gave me a dubious look, but not only had he left an opening, it was one I could drive a truck through. At least, I'd try. "Fuck the bed. You'd be damn fun in the woods. Right now." I nodded toward the trees lining the ravine next to the baseball field and didn't give Cal a chance to back out. "C'mon, dude. I'm an equal opportunity cocksucker. You look like you need to get a load off." I grabbed his hand and guided him into the woods. I'd taken off my baseball cleats and socks and was barefoot, so I had to be careful.

I was sorta enjoying my new cock whore role as a power mouth/bottom. I found my usual sex hideaway – I'd taken Piers' cherry there three weeks ago – and pulled Cal's compression shorts down. His sweaty jock followed.

Okay, so Cal wasn't big dicked like Lang. Or even regular dicked. He was kinda small. He'd completely shaved his pubes – it was an old trick to make your dick look bigger – but even so it was apparent he wasn't hung. I didn't care. I dove onto his cut cock and began licking, washing his rod and balls. His ball sac was disproportionately big and his eggs felt wonderful in my mouth.

Actually, his cock felt fabulous too. I quickly swallowed it, causing Cal to exclaim, "Oh fuck!" I liked how I could get it in my mouth and down my throat without even a hint of gagging. I could easily tongue his dick and play with it while it was in my mouth. With a big dick – and Lord knows I'd had enough of them over the course of the summer – all you can do is let the thing slide down your throat. But I got into giving Cal's piece a mouth workout.

Cal whipped off his shirt and I got a good look at his tight little body. The dude was 5'9" if that and probably only topped 135 pounds fully clothed and with his pockets full. He had spiked black hair that always looked perfect and his smooth, light brown skin was tight and silky. He was ideally proportioned and had hard, hunky muscles. Latin guys are like that. When they are slender and fit, they're damn hot. Hell, all ethnicities are damn hot when they are slender and fit, but I found Cal's dark looks incredibly sexy. While I worked his cock, I ran my hands over his tight stomach and hard thighs.

His dick looked bigger once I'd gotten it completely hard. It was still shy of 6", but not by too much. Because his waist was so narrow, his cock looked perfect, particularly with his low hanging balls. And yeah, his shaved bush made his cock look bigger and on him it was sexy.

I was so into experimenting with his hard shaft that he took me by surprise when he announced, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I hadn't been working his cock all that long and wasn't ready for the fun to end. The dude might be good for a double cum, but I didn't want to chance that he'd want to close up shop after his first climax. Instead, I wanted to experience the Latin boy when he was fucking. The dude was high energy on the baseball field and if any of that carried over to the bedroom, he might be hugely fun once he got his piece inside a tight hole.

Pulling off his dick, I said, "Fuck me." Cal held his breath and I hoped that I hadn't edged him too far. His cock bobbed three or four times, seemingly on the edge of an explosion, but didn't shoot.

Cal stared at me blankly and said, "Fuck you?"

"Yeah, you know, ram your cock into my ass and drill me."

Cal continued to stare. Maybe he was puzzled why I'd want his dick up my ass when I had Lang Long Dong. Repeatedly. But moments later a grin crossed his cute face and he said, "Shit, yeah!"

Cal's cock was wet with spit and with my hole still carrying the big loads that Lang, Marshall, Dillon, Ton, Eduardo and Aziz had deposited in it, I figured I could take him raw, without lube. Maybe that was another advantage of average or small dicks. I'd soon find out.

I stripped and got on my hands and knees. As much as I wanted to be on my back so I could watch Cal's body and face while he did me, I'd learned my lesson when Piers pounded me in the woods. I reached behind and guided Cal's stiffy into my hole. After getting blasted in my six-continent fuck, my hole was open for business and Cal slipped right in. Fuck, he felt awesome inside me. Okay, I was such a cock whore that any stiff dick in my boi pussy felt great. But I was happy that Cal felt so good; I'd worried a bit that his cock might not ring my bell. My stiff prick was solid evidence that it was a needless concern.

"Jeez, your ass is tight," Cal gasped. No way could that be true.

"Fuck it," I said, stroking my leaky cock a couple of times, but being careful not to get too close. "Fuck that ass!"

Cal pulled out and slid back in tentatively. He let out another appreciative groan and grabbed my hips, beginning to slowly pump my ass.

The slow phase didn't last long. The dude rapidly accelerated his pace until he was pummeling me with fast thrusts from his dick. I wasn't stretched as wide as I had been with Tony, and Cal's cock was nowhere near as deep as Lang Long Dong had been, but the hunky little second baseman was working my hole and my prostrate. I let out a whimpering moan.

I had the answer to my question about what he'd be like in bed: he put as much into fucking my hole as he did on the baseball field. Which was saying something. He pounded me frantically. "Fuck you're tight," he hissed. "Your ass is amazing. I can't believe Lang kept this to himself all summer long." My ass had hardly been reserved for Lang during the summer. Quite the contrary, particularly during the last three weeks after Tyhcinn decreed that I should let out my inner cock whore. But Cal was the only guy on the baseball team other than Lang to ball me, so I guess to him it might have appeared Lang wasn't sharing.

All at once Cal rammed his cock into me and froze, growling something in Spanish. He hadn't said anything about cumming, and I didn't think his dick was shooting, but I couldn't tell for sure. Maybe it was; his pole might be pulsing a little inside me. But maybe he was only edging and wanted to cool down and prolong the fuck. I sure as hell hoped so.

"Damn, your ass feels good," Cal panted. He waited for a long minute or two and resumed fucking my hole, pulling his cock all the way out and slamming back into me. He grabbed my bleached blond hair and pulled my head back. My hair was way too long. I hadn't cut it since right before graduation and it covered my ears and fell to my shoulders. But it was an easy handle for Cal and I kinda got off on how the hunky little dude was controlling me. He was getting off on using the blond jock shortstop.

"Arch that back and keep that ass high, fucker," he snarled. So much for the dude who'd started tentatively. I did my best, pushing my ass up and bending my back. Cal kept a tight grip on my hair, slipping his other hand around my waist to grip my flat abs as he punched his dick into me. He pulled me backwards onto his cock and ramped up his pace until he was piston-fucking me. I was definitely getting the full effect of Cal's high energy level.

My ass felt wetter and sloppier than it had. Maybe Cal's work on my hole had caused the loads of cum mingling in my ass to start leaking again. Smacking sounds filled the forest as Cal rammed into my backside and his prick repeatedly penetrated my hole. I sure as hell didn't need lube now.

"Boy did I ever want to ball your ass when I saw you bend over to pick up a baseball," Cal panted. "You have such a great bubble butt that I used to whack off before games so I wouldn't be staring at your ass rather than having my head in the game. I'm gonna make up for lost time and fuck your tight ass until my balls are drained."

"Do it!" I growled. "Just do it!"

Cal rammed his prick into me for a good five or ten minutes before stopping again, either to catch his breath or to keep from cumming. Or both. His break lasted barely a minute or two before he growled, pulled his dick out of my hole, and plunged back in again. In no time he was battering my butt once again, rough fucking my scorched hole. If anything, my hole felt even sloppier and wetter than before. Damn, I did love having a dude's hard cock whip a load inside me into cum butter.

I wasn't getting a `wham bam, thank you ma'am' five-minute fuck from Cal. I loved how he railed on my ass as sweat coated both our bodies. The sweat running down my back was probably why my hole was so wet.

"I shoulda been doing this all summer rather than assuming Lang owned you."

Amen. Getting pummeled by the hunky second baseman was great. I'd missed out on it all summer, but better late than never.

Cal may have been smaller than average, but the dude knew how to use what he had. Fuck. His Colombian cock was making my jock pussy sing. He pulled my hair back and hissed in my ear, "Work my cock, baby. Squeeze that tight ass around my dick and milk me dry. You want my nut, work for it." I clenched my glutes around his rod and was rewarded with a growl as Cal exhaled. "Fuck yeah does your ass ever feel good!" But after a couple of rapid-fire thrusts of his cock, he paused once again, keeping his dick wedged tightly in my hole as he panted.

I wondered how long the dude could edge before letting go. Hell, we'd been fucking for a good 25 or 30 minutes and Cal was still acting like he couldn't get enough of my ass. Of course, I totally could not get enough of his high energy cock. He slowly withdrew and slid back in, and then pulled his dick all the way out and rammed into my hole. I gasped at the force of his intrusion. The dude's cock had turned into an assault weapon and he was attacking my ass like he was intent on turning it into a gaping hole despite the size of his cock.

My own tool was pumping pre-cum like an oil gusher but I kept my hands off it, for the most part. Tyhcinn had been on my case lately about paying too much attention to my cock so I resolved to concentrate on massaging Cal's cock with my ass. The hot little Latin stud was giving me appreciative moans and slamming into my smooth ass cheeks.

Cal began panting like he was in the final stages of a long-distance run and I figured he must be getting close. "Give it to me," I gasped. "Fuck that ass and shoot inside me! Seed me with your cum!"

Cal rammed my ass seven or eight times and with one final thrust he growled, "Take my load. I'm cumming inside your ass!" I couldn't feel his jizz shooting but it must have been. Cal held his dick deep inside me and collapsed on my back, his sweaty chest heaving.

"Fuck," he groaned, "This is the first time I've cum four times inside a dude without pulling out."

Wait. Did I hear him right? "Four times??"

"Yeah. I climax back-to-back. Only takes me a minute or two to recover and my dick never goes soft. Friend of mine says my balls are wired like a girl's. Women have multiple orgasms back-to-back and so do I. Each is better than the last one, too. I gotta get off at least two or three times to get to where it really feels good."

Shit. Cal must have climaxed when he halted the first time while ramming my boi pussy. I'd wondered if he'd cum but when he went right back to fucking my ass, I figured he couldn't have. The same with the second and third times. I thought he was merely recharging. Instead he'd been filling my hole with spunk, pausing and going for sloppy seconds. And thirds. And fourths. No wonder my ass was dripping cum.

Cal pulled out and I couldn't resist mouthing his softening cock. Since he'd balled me from behind I hadn't gotten enough of an opportunity to enjoy his ripped little body, so I sucked his fuck tool while running my hands over his taunt muscles. Streaked with sweat, his body was awesome. I wanted to get a good taste of the cum butter that coated his rod.

I got more than merely a taste of stale cum. The fucker barely softened before getting hard again, and in no time he shot a fresh load of spicy Latin jizz down my throat. I took no more than five minutes. Damn! Five fucking loads! The dude might have been small, but his Colombian cock and balls wouldn't quit.

We dressed and bid each other goodbye, both leaving with regrets over what might have been during the summer. But damn was our foray into the woods ever hot.

On the way back to collect my baseball cleats, I checked my cell and was surprised to find a text from Quyen. Maybe the bookish geek had realized that our impending departure for college meant it was now or never and had spurred him into action. His terse text instructed me to meet him at a nearby gas station at noon. Luckily, I had just enough time to get there if I ran. I left my cleats at the baseball field and legged it barefoot. My left foot got cleated by a dude sliding into second in a baseball game three weeks ago and as a result any tight shoes hurt, so I'd gotten used to no shoes. It took a while for the bottom of my feet to acclimate, but once they did, I went shoeless whenever I could. Shirtless and shoeless. I hoped Quyen didn't mind me being barefoot and sweaty, with double digit loads swimming in my ass.

The gas station was old but used by a lot of truckers because it had a dozen diesel pumps. There was also an old truck stop café next door that had great greasy-spoon food. I didn't see Quyen at first, but he arrived shortly in his car. He must have come from the sandwich shop because he was still in the white, short sleeved shirt and jeans that each dude working in the shop wore.

He didn't waste time with niceties or small talk. "I brought you a sandwich but you're gonna have to work for it. However, don't waste my time unless you're willing to do exactly what I say for the next hour. I'm not telling you in advance what it is. I want your answer now. Yes or no." I was surprised at how assertive and serious the nerd was. I kinda liked the how it made me feel. Well, how it made my cock feel.

"Okay. I will."

"You're sure? No backing out."

"Yes. I'll do everything you say. I want you to take control. For the next hour, I'm your slave." Oddly, the idea of the geek making me do all sorts of nasty stuff was a turn on. I puzzled over whether that was because I knew Tyhcinn wanted me to do it, because I was excited about being subjugated by a tiny Asian nerd, or because I liked being controlled, period. Most likely, all three.

Quyen seemed nervous. I couldn't resist licking my lips and adding, "You had me at suck and swallow, squirm and squeal." He exhaled and nodded.

The dude was no more than 5'4", weighed next to nothing and didn't have much of a body. His black hair was cut short like a little boy's and his uniform didn't do anything to keep him from looking like a kid. He and Tyhcinn were the biggest nerds in high school, but also the biggest brains.

"Okay. First you're gonna go into the men's room. The one at the back by the diesel bays. Take everything off but your jock strap. You'll find a glory hole between two of the stalls. Been there for a while from the looks of it. Take one of those stalls and stick your jock dick into the glory hole and wait. Close the door so anyone can tell the stall is occupied but leave it unlocked."

I can't say it was what I expected or a kink that I would necessarily have sought out myself. But after begging the dude to hookup for three weeks, it wasn't like I was going to reverse course. I'd already given my word anyway. I nodded and said, "Got it."

The john was ancient but not as gross as it could have been. It looked like it was cleaned once a day, although a morning of heavy use had taken a toll. The floor was gross, but then so were my feet after venturing barefooted into the woods with Cal and then running to the gas station. I found a good spot for my baseball uniform, on a high window ledge in one of the gloryhole stalls, and stripped down. My dick was interested enough in the whole setup to be semi hard, pressing against my jock strap. I pulled it out, stuffed it into the gloryhole and waited.

I felt ridiculous. I stared at the graffiti on the walls, mostly erotic drawings that contained blatant offers for blow jobs, fucks and the like. I wondered if anyone actually called the scrawled numbers or showed up at the specific times – like Wednesday at 9:00 p.m. – that were advertised. Some of the explicit messages were faded while some looked new, but for most it was hard to tell how long they had been there. One in particular intrigued me. It said, "Wanted. Submissive jock boi to service dom." It was probably a good thing I was leaving town tomorrow so I wouldn't have time to chase down the dom.

It felt like I'd been standing with my dick shoved into the gloryhole for a long spell, although it was probably only two minutes before I was startled by the opening of the heavy john door. The stall next to me was quickly occupied and a warm hand grabbed my boner. It was Quyen. He stroked my dick for several long minutes and then his warm mouth engulfed it. I sucked in my breath as my tool sank down his silky throat.

Fuck! I couldn't help but recall Lang talking about how great Quyen's mouth was. Lang was right. The kid was doing a damn nice job on my tool, deep throating it and sucking like an expert cocksucker. I whimpered and moaned but jumped when I heard the john door open again.

I held my breath but Quyen never hesitated, continuing to work my rod and edge me closer to a climax. I heard a urinal flush and running water in the sink and relaxed when the door slammed again and we were alone. Maybe I relaxed too much because in a matter of another minute my nut was ready to explode. My forest fuck with Cal, the eighth different dude who'd fucked me during the morning, left me horny and on the verge of blowing.

"I'm cumming!" I gasped. Quyen never hesitated, sucking down wave after wave of my jizz and nursing my cock afterwards. Damn did it ever feel good to get a load out.

He pulled off my cock and I withdrew from the gloryhole only to see it occupied by Quyen's hard on. Like Cal the kid wasn't big, but I'd just enjoyed the fuck out of Cal's cock and Quyen's looked mouthwatering. Like most Asians who weren't Muslim, he was uncut, and he had a nice, tidy, black bush at the base of his cock.

I knew what to do, but if there was any doubt Quyen put it to rest by hissing "Suck and swallow, bitch." I began licking the head of his cock and moved to the shaft before taking his rod down my throat. He shuddered as I deep throated him.

The door to the restroom kept opening and closing as men used the urinals. At first it made me nervous each time I heard it but after a while I began to ignore the sounds. If anyone could tell what was happening in the stalls, they weren't objecting.

Quyen had a flood of cum saved up and delivered it to my eager mouth in what seemed like record time. I swear I only deep throated him for like five minutes before he spermed my hungry mouth. His cock wasn't huge, but his balls delivered a massive load. Suck and swallow were my marching orders, and I struggled to swallow it all.

The dude let me nurse his softening cock for a minute or two before pulling out. I heard him pulling up his jeans on and wondered if I should fetch my baseball uniform, but I waited to see what would happen. Just as someone flushed a urinal Quyen opened his stall door and announced, "Good cocksucker in here if you want to get off."

Shit. Quyen was offering me up to suck off random dudes who happened to be in the john. Likely truckers given the location of the gas station.

"Yeah?" I heard a deep voice answer. "Does he give good head?"

"Top notch. Swallows, too."

"Huh, I might have to try me some of that."

I heard footsteps as a man entered the other stall and watched a soft, hairy cock emerge from the gloryhole. It was almost as if it happened in slow motion. I knew what Quyen wanted and I'd agreed to do whatever he said. I dutifully went down on the stranger's dick. I'd done worse the night of the gangbang, but somehow this seemed kinkier. The dudes at the gangbang were partying, knew one another and were mostly my age, whereas now I was sucking the cock of a guy I couldn't even see. He was probably was middle-aged and just passing through, relieving his balls before hopping back in his rig and hitting the road. I really was a slut.

My stall door opened and Quyen slipped inside and locked the door. He slapped my bare ass, apparently not caring whether the dude I was sucking or anyone else could hear. His indifference to being exposed was confirmed when he said in a loud voice, "Squirm and squeal time, bitch! Raise that jock ass of yours and get ready for it to be used. You're gonna be fucked like the cock whore you are."

The guy in the other stall was groaning happily and occasionally growling, "Suck that cock!" as I coaxed his dick into an erection and worked it. The stall was wide enough to give Quyen room to get behind me and the nerd dropped his jeans and prodded my exposed and sloppy hole, taking his time rubbing the head of his cock up and down my crack and circling my anus. Maybe he was getting himself hard again; it had been barely five minutes since his dick was spurting cum into my mouth.

The fucker may have taken his time probing my hole, but he didn't when it came to penetrating me. He rammed his hard shaft inside me in one quick, brutal thrust, causing me to gag on the stubby prick in the gloryhole. Spit roasted again. It had been what, maybe four hours since the last time I'd had a dick in both holes?

As queasy as sex in a very public restroom made me feel, the whole scene was kinda hot. On my knees in a grimy john, sucking on an anonymous trucker's stiff cock while a little Asian nerd plugged my asshole. Exactly what a cock whore would do on a Saturday in the late summer.

It soon became apparent that the trucker hadn't bothered to close his stall door. A couple of men using the john stopped to watch and comment. And apparently wait in line for their turn.

The trucker blew his wad in my mouth and his hairy cock was replaced by a sleek black one. I dutifully licked and mouthed it until it was hard and took it down my throat, eliciting a booming, "Fuck yeah!"

Quyen started off dicking me with slow strokes but gradually ramped up until he was pummeling my fuck chute with rapid, staccato thrusts. He kept slapping my bare ass and snapping the elastic straps of my jock, stinging my butt. Damn. The kid was shy and quiet as a mouse in school, but he was going to town on my ass and making sure everyone in the john could hear him.

For a spell, I was spit roasted between the bookish geek pounding my ass and the spit-soaked obsidian pole that I found myself making love to. It was an awesome looking cock, uncut and rock hard. I really wanted to see the man it was attached to. Alas, that opportunity disappeared when he shot an incredibly thick stream of jizz into my mouth and his cock was replaced by another black one. Moments later, Quyen added his contribution to the cesspool of semen in my asshole, slamming me forward so hard that my face was crammed into the wall and all I could do was let the dude in the other stall fuck my mouth.

Quyen pulled out and unlocked the stall door, announcing, "Cocksucker's ass is tight and lubed. Check it out!" Glancing sideways, I saw several men openly stroking their cocks while others groped their crotches. Take a number for a blow job, but no waiting for the cocksucker's asshole!

A tall man with light brown hair asked Quyen, "Your friend?" He looked to be thirtysomething and was masculine in a rugged way, down to a flannel shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down his chest.

"My fuck toy. I made him suck me off and I just bred him, but I'm leaving him here for another half hour. Fuck him in the ass if you want to. He's a cock whore who'll do anyone." If anyone thought it was surprising that a diminutive, nerdy Asian boy who barely looked sixteen had turned a ripped jock into his personal sex toy, they didn't comment.

The man elbowed a heavy-set black man next to him, and said, "Whaddaya think, Joe? You up to fuck an ass?"

Joe gazed at me hungrily. "Bobby, you know what they say. No girls ain't a problem when a boy is around." When Bobby didn't respond immediately, he added "With that long blond hair, jock boy could be a girl. You've fucked bitches in the ass before, haven't you? Just pretend he's a whore and you're using his ass because his cunt is too loose."

Quyen piped up. "You don't have to pretend he's a whore. He's a cock whore and will let anyone fuck him. Slap his ass and treat him like the faggot bitch that he is."

Apparently Joe and Quyen convinced Bobby, who asked Joe, "Who's going first?"

"You open him up for me, Bobby. Just don't tear his ass up too much."

I regretted that I could only see Bobby out of the corner of my eye, because he looked like a hot stud. Despite what Joe thought, the dude knew how to use a boi hole. It took him a little while to get hard, but once he did, he took Quyen's advice and slapped my butt before forcing the head of his cock into my ass. He administered a relentless, driving penetration until his pubes were crushed against my smooth ass cheeks. Once he was balls deep inside me, he growled, "Take that dick, cocksucker!"

He pulled all the way out and rammed back inside me, grinding his cock deep in my guts. "Fuck that's tight," he exclaimed. Both stall doors were open, so anyone venturing into the john had a direct view of me on my knees, sucking dick through the gloryhole while Bobby hovered over me, drilling my fuck chute with deep, grinding thrusts.

Bobby pounded my boi pussy like he hadn't gotten any for a while. Maybe he hadn't. Regardless, he was hornier than hell. When he blew his load in my ass and Joe took over, I could tell the black man was big. His cock spread my hole wide open. Not the size of Tyhcinn by any means, but the dude's manhood filled my boi pussy plenty well. Joe's gut was big, too. I knew because he rested it on my back as his prick poked my pussy.

By the time Joe filled my hole with his spunk, I'd sucked off six men in addition to Quyen, although I took most of one dude's load on my face when Bobby grabbed my hips and pulled me away from the gloryhole so he could force my ass onto his cock. Unfortunately it happened just after the dude I was blowing began shooting.

Joe split, slapping my bare ass and laughing about how he needed what I was serving up, and Quyen and I were alone. I got to my feet shakily.

I was past the point of needing more dick, but one look at Quyen told me what I had to do. He'd boasted in his first text that he'd do me more than once and turn me into a squealing pig. Tyhcinn wanted me to make Quyen think I was desperate for him. Well, I was a cock whore and begging for it came naturally. "Fuck my ass again. I want you. Pound me. Turn me into a squealing pig."

A small smile crossed the nerd's lips when I repeated the pig line from his text. The last vestige of the dude's lack of confidence dissipated before my eyes. He grabbed the pouch of my jock with one hand, squeezing until I flinched, and stuck the fingers on his other hand into my mouth. He snarled, "Beg, bitch!"

Physically he was no match for me. I could have picked him up and tossed him into the trash can. But in that moment I submitted to the nerd in much the same way I did to Tyhcinn. Well, not like Tyhcinn; nothing was like that. It was a faint echo of that, but the thought of the Asian geek controlling me was enough to send a jolt to my cock.

"Fuck me. Breed me like a bitch. Destroy my asshole like I'm a cheap whore. Do me! I need it!"

The kid had my junk in an iron grip that verged on being painful. He took his free hand and circled to my ass crack, finding my hole and jamming at least three fingers in my sloppy, stretched fuck chute. He snarled, "Beg, bitch. Beg for it!"

I squeaked, "Seed me! Please! I want you. Fuck my brains out!"

With a sneer he dug out enough cum to liberally coat his fingers and stuck them back into my mouth. Damn tasty. I wondered if I was tasting Joe's load, Bobby's, Quyen's or Cal's. Maybe an exotic mixture of rainbow cum from six continents.

"You're a whore and you're damn cheap. All you're getting out of this is a sandwich, bitch!" I sorta liked the cocky attitude.

He locked the door on the stall and said, "On your knees. Get it good and hard with your mouth, jock boy, and then turn around, face the wall and stick that bubble butt out. Show me exactly how bad you want it."

I was quick to comply. After I sucked his cock into a rock-hard rod, I turned toward the wall and had to squat down because I was so much taller than the Vietnamese boy. Quyen punctured my boi pussy with his pole and kept me pinned to the wall with a bony elbow as he thrust upward and drilled into me. The position wasn't ideal for keeping the morning's accumulated spunk inside my hole. I felt it running from my ass each time Quyen's fuck pole opened me up.

I couldn't help but think back to three weeks ago, when Lang had me in the same position in the john in the park. Quyen couldn't match Lang's furious fuck, but nobody could. I was surprised the kid packed as much of a punch with his dick as he did. He certainly fucked above his weight.

For several long minutes, the only sound was Quyen's loud breathing and my high-pitched yelps. I did plenty of squirming and my best squealing, heedless of whether anyone in the john could hear us. Quyen took a while, but it was his third round in less than an hour and it takes longer standing up. When he spermed my ass he was panting like he'd been sprinting.

He spun me around and shoved me to my knees. He rubbed his spunk-coated cock across my face and hair, then shoved it into my mouth. I cleaned it carefully. I had to dig gobs of jizz out of his thick pubic hair.

Quyen's lunch hour was over and he had to get back to the sandwich shop. I accompanied him to his car and when he handed me the sandwich he'd brought, he asked, "You should have worked up an appetite by now. How'd you like the taste of my ball juice, pretty boy?"

I liked all cum. "It was incredible." I hastened to add, "I'll swallow yours any time you want."

Quyen studied me for a moment and said, "Yeah, you will. Consider your deep throat and hungry hole to be permanently on call whenever I want to use them." He grinned and added, "It's good you like my cum. Because I painted the meat in your sandwich with it. Enjoy it slut!"

I stood blinking as he hopped in his car and left me to digest what I'd done. Well, to digest the seven loads I'd swallowed in the john along with the events of the last hour.

Along with the seven shots of ball juice, I'd taken four more in my ass, all during an hour's work in the gas station john. I looked around to see if any of the truckers were gawking at me, laughing at the jock with the long blond hair who'd been on his knees in the john for the last hour taking dick in both holes. Bobby and Joe were the only ones whose faces I would have recognized. But the gas station was quiet as truckers finished lunch at the café next door.

The sandwich Quyen left was big. He'd crammed twice the normal amount of meat and cheese into it, then coated it with a load of ball juice. Thinking about that made my mouth water. It occurred to me that I might never use mayonnaise on a sandwich again. Not when something much better was available...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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