Tamed Jock Goes Crazy - Chapter Nine - Marshall & Dillon

Tamed Jock Goes Crazy - Chapter Nine - Marshall & Dillon

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TAMED JOCK GOES CRAZY

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER 9 - 6:30 P.M. - MARSHALL & DILLON

The last stop Lang and I made on Fridays was to service a colossal estate owned by Lachlan and Elizabeth Patten. Mrs. Patten insisted on the end-of-the-day Friday service schedule so her pools looked perfect for the weekend, when they were the centerpiece of frequent parties that were legendary and often scandalous.

The Pattens' rambling Georgian mansion sat on a double corner lot and might have been the largest house in the neighborhood Lang and I covered. The elaborate landscaping and grounds required endless maintenance, so much so that the Pattens had a dedicated gardener who kept the gardens flowering and the lawns trimmed. That was good for us, because we only had to tend to a few shrubs next to the pools.

We had our work cut out for us at the Pattens. They had four pools – a lap pool, a kiddie pool, a hot tub and a giant custom-designed pool in the shape of a flower. All were usually a mess. The Pattens had four little kids, and they and their army of playmates left all manner of action figures, crayons and toys scattered everywhere. Merely fishing toys from the bottom of the pools took us a while.

Unlike most of the twentysomethings and thirtysomethings who'd gentrified the neighborhood, the Pattens reeked of old money. Or at least Elizabeth did; Lachlan was a refined British boy, but apparently wasn't wealthy before he met Elizabeth while in business school and married into the fortune in a remarkably short time. They were an odd couple. Elizabeth had a forceful personality to say the least. She dressed in the latest fashions and entertained constantly. Lachlan was slight and mild mannered, with a clipped British accent. He was 13 years younger than his wife and looked younger than that due to his slender frame, pale skin and boyish facial features. It wasn't unusual for Lachlan to be mistaken for Elizabeth's son, particularly when she had him in tow on a shopping expedition. It didn't take long watching how Elizabeth pawed Lachlan to dispel that theory and hatch another one: that Lachlan was her gigolo. Some of the same gigolo suspicions, along with a dosage of blackmail, were the centerpiece of the rumors about how Lachlan and Elizabeth became a couple following a whirlwind romance.

Lachlan was hardly a kept man. Instead, he was a workaholic who was seldom home and spent most days and frequent nights in his offices in a big tower downtown. Society gossips speculated that he worked so hard to avoid being under his wife's thumb. Whatever he was doing with the family business, it was a wild success. He'd quickly increased the family's fortune from sizable to huge.

We were late arriving at the Pattens because Lang spent too much of the day running errands for his brother. "Fuck," he muttered when he pulled up and spotted a catering truck in the Pattens' driveway. "Another party. We're behind the eight ball."

A couple of dudes were setting up chairs and tables, but it appeared the dinner party would be on the small side. For Elizabeth, that was anything under 100. "We gotta hustle," Lang grumbled. We grabbed our equipment and set to work on the pools, working as fast as possible.

I was disappointed by the presence of the caterers, because that meant Lang and I probably wouldn't enjoy our usual end-of-the-week celebration in the Pattens' pool house after we finished. Since he'd used my ass during our lunch break and then balled Mel's wife shortly afterwards, he might not be up for a second round with my hole anyway, although in the past that never deterred him. It wasn't like my ass was hurting for cock. Maybe hurting from too much cock. I was surprised that I could still walk after my sexual shenanigans during the day.

The pool house was at the back of the yard and Lang had the keys to the mechanical room. After finishing, Lang and I usually took care of a little extra business there. For Lang it was an opportunity to get off before his Friday night date with his girlfriend, thus ensuring that he'd be somewhat gentle with her when he got the long dong inside her cunt. For me, it was an occasion to get my boi pussy opened on the chance that Tyhcinn wanted to use it later in the evening. I loved getting it on with Lang in the pool house when he was in full-fuck mode. He was excited and happy, like a little kid with a new toy. A new fuck toy.

Focused on getting the job done quickly, I initially didn't pay much attention to the two caterers, but when I spotted them putting place settings and silverware on the outdoor tables, I took notice. They were hot. The dudes were college age or a little older. One was slender, with a dark tan and long, sandy hair tied in a tight pony tail. The other was beefier and had short, spiked blond hair with bleached highlights. Both were wearing shorts and tight T-shirts that promised sweet bodies. I quickly decided to skim the pools from the other side so I could scope out them as they worked. After getting fucked by ten dudes, by all rights I shouldn't have been horny, but my recently-drained dick felt differently and pressed against my jock strap as I watched the pair.

Lang and I were almost done with the pools when the caterers finished setting up. The place looked spectacular. The long-haired dude approached me and said, "Mrs. Patten said we could change into our uniforms in the pool house and you blokes could open it."

The dude was from Australia. At least I assumed so because he had the same accent as an Aussie exchange student who'd attended our high school. That, plus he called Lang and me blokes. "Uh, yeah, Lang has them," I said, motioning to the other side of the pool, where Lang was packing our equipment next to the hot tub.

Rather than departing immediately, the dude paused and gave me a rakish smile. "Um, name's Dillon, mate."

I shook his hand. "Tyler." I was probably mistaken, but I thought he held my hand and stared into my eyes a little longer than normal. Probably didn't mean anything. Maybe a cultural thing. Likely wishful thinking on my part. Well, I could always fantasize.

Dillon broke the handshake a moment before it would have become awkwardly obvious he was coming on to me. "Right, well, I'll talk to Lang, then. Thanks, mate." I watched the stud saunter over to the other caterer. They collected their white uniforms and headed off in Lang's direction.

Damn. Tyhcinn would say I was falling down on the job. Despite his orders to flirt and give it up, I'd fucked up. I should have said something suggestive when the Aussie boy asked about the keys to the pool house. Like, "Dude, you need someone to help you get dressed? Or get undressed?" Of course, even if the hot, long-haired boy might be up for a little cock exercise, it wasn't the time or place for it.

I finished the pools and stowed our equipment in Lang's truck. Lang was nowhere to be seen and I assumed he was probably in the pool house. We'd adjusted the pump for the lap pool earlier and he was likely checking on it. I circled around to the pool house, wondering if I might catch a glimpse of the caterers changing clothes. From what I'd seen earlier, it would be well worth it.

I caught more than a glimpse. I opened the door to find Lang Long Dong with his shorts and jock at his ankles. Dillon's pony tail was undone and his long hair covered his shoulders, which was the only part of his body that wasn't bare. He was on his knees and doing his best to get Lang's manhood down his throat.

The blond-haired dude was naked too and was kissing Lang while running his hands over Lang's lanky body. Lang had a handful of the dude's stiff uncut cock and was stroking it slowly, pulling the foreskin taunt and then sliding it over the dude's big cockhead.

My first reaction was that I had a chance to redeem myself as a full-fledged cock whore. I'd missed making a pass at Dillon earlier, but the shaft Lang was stroking looked like it could use a wet mouth. Mine.

However, I hesitated, wondering if Lang wanted to the two caterers to himself. Maybe I should apologize for interrupting the three-some and wait in Lang's pickup. Or wait outside to keep an eye out in case someone came looking for the caterers.

Before I reacted, Lang solved my dilemma. He spotted me and said, "Ty, get your butt over here. Marshall and Dillon want a tight jock ass to fuck, and I told them that you had the best bubble butt in the city. Marshall's from England and he's been over here all summer and has yet to nail an American boy's ass. I told him he should start with the best."

The spike-haired Brit boy didn't wait for me, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the pool house. He ran one hand over my chest and abs as he gave me a hungry look and moved to embrace me. I thought he would kiss me, but instead he spun me around so that he was behind me, and in one quick motion he shoved my swim trunks and jock down to my ankles. He wrapped one hand around my abs and the other around my boner as his erection slid into my ass crack and his bare chest pressed against my back. The dude's smooth move left no doubt who was in charge and that he'd be fucking my ass, not that Lang hadn't already scripted that with his introduction. But the dominant, masculine way Marshall approached me and was now dry humping my ass left a little flutter in my stomach. I sorta liked his strong arms holding me like he was claiming me.

The dude bent me over a small table and growled, "Fuck. Watching this arse as you worked the pool, Dillon and I could hardly keep our knobs in our shorts. But mine is ready to fuck some tight American jock arse." He bent down and dove into my ass crack, eating my hole and murmuring, "Damn. What a perfect hole! I gotta bugger this." I moaned as his tongue invaded my anus, wondering how much cum he was tasting and if he'd say anything about it.

Lang took the occasion to bend Dillon over the other side of same table. I was almost face-to-face with the long-haired Aussie hunk. He grabbed my head and kissed me, stopping long enough to hiss, "I can't resist getting a big American cock inside me, but I'm taking your arse, too, mate, as soon as Marshall's opened it up." I didn't confess that the Brit boy's uncut cock wouldn't do the honors of opening my ass. That had occurred 12 hours ago when Xavier bent me over his desk and invaded my hole with his big black cock. My hole had been primed for cock all day long.

Dillon and I snogged for a minute before his eyes went wide and he grimaced. He let out an anguished groan as Lang Long Dong began to penetrate him. I grabbed his head and kissed him, knowing it was best to be distracted when the Langster claimed your ass.

Meanwhile, Marshall's dick head probed my ass crack and with a quick thrust he breached my sphincter. I sighed happily as he entered me. My ass felt so frigging great filled with cock. I slid back slightly so my butt was hanging off the table a bit. That way the Brit boy could get under me and power every inch of his fuck tool into me.

Marshall pulled out and spit in my hole before resuming his assault. I was surprised he thought my cummy hole needed more lube. This time his hard rod sank into me a little farther. He kept pressing and thrusting forward and before long the dude's pubes brushed against my smooth ass cheeks. He was all the way inside me. Damn. No way I should be horny. I'd had a different man's dick inside me constantly, all day long. I probably hadn't gone three hours between fucks but being filled with cock felt great. "Fuck it," I begged, "fuck that ass!"

"Oh yeah, mate, you're gonna get fucked all right. Your arse is so freaking tight, I'm gonna fuck your brains out! Been waiting all summer to shag a hot American boy." He pulled out and rammed back into my hole, grinding his cock deep inside me, pushing the accumulated cum in my hole farther into my ass.

Dillon's face registered surprise followed by pain and agony as Lang penetrated him, but Lang managed to get the long dong all the way inside the Aussie's bum. Dillon had a dazed looked on his face that was rapidly giving way to euphoria. "Fuck yeah, dick that arse!" he groaned. "Give it to me!" He grabbed my head and kissed me feverishly.

From my vantage point, bent over the table and sucking face with the Aussie, the scene was amazing. Lang's lanky body was hot as his muscles flexed with each thrust of his big dick into Dillon's butt. I gazed over the Aussie's tanned shoulders down his slender, muscular back to his surprisingly plump ass, which puffed up each time Lang rammed it. Dillon kissed me feverishly while Marshall's thick Brit rod plowed me, pummeling my prostate and reminding me how great it felt to get fucked.

Lang wasn't particularly vocal but was beginning to draw deep breaths and pant. He was in ass destruction mode and I knew virtually nothing would stop him. Getting a load off in my ass at lunch and balling Mel's wife apparently hadn't impacted the dude's horniness that much. Lang Long Dong was punishing Dillon's Aussie ass, and he gasped and gritted his teeth occasionally as Lang's assault weapon scored hit after direct hit. Dillon was a trooper, continually urging Lang on with a groaning, "Fuck, yeah!" He was in for a rough fuck.

I apparently was, too. Marshall thrust his fuck pole into my hole with a guttural grunt, pulled out and slammed back inside me. He groaned, "Fuck! What an arse! Take my cock. Take my big cock!" From the way he was pounding my ass, the Brit boy was super horny. Bring it on, I thought as the stud rammed me, practically knocking my breath out at one point.

Dillon's long hair was tangled with mine and spilled over our faces as we kissed. The scene was wildly hot. The sounds of fucking echoed as Marshall pounded my ass while Lang drilled Dillon and the Aussie French kissed me. I moaned as he broke our kiss long enough to gasp, "Blimey, yes!"

Marshall increased his pace, piston-fucking my hole. He didn't last much longer. He announced, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" and rammed into me one final time. His cock pulsed over and over as it dumped a gigantic nut in my ass. It felt like my guts were being blasted by a damn fire hydrant.

Intently focused in the home stretch, Lang rammed the long dong into Dillon's muscular butt. He let out an animalistic grunt and shoved his monster cock deep inside the Aussie and froze, causing Dillon to gush, "Oh, shit! Fuck!" Lang's bright red pubes were crushed against Dillon's white ass cheeks and I could tell Lang's dick was rifling cum into the stud's guts.

Lang pulled out of Dillon's hole and stared at his cum-coated cock. Marshall withdrew his softening tool from my fuck chute and Dillon fulfilled his promise to dick me after Lang finished. He circled behind me, flipped me over on my back and slid his dick into my ass with one quick thrust. I got only a brief look as his hooded rod before it sank into me. My first Aussie dick felt bigger than the Brit dick that had occupied my hole moments before. Maybe that was why Dillon said he would fuck me once his mate opened me up. The two studs had no way of knowing that my ass was as open as it could get.

"Oh, fuck, what an amazing bum!" Dillon exclaimed as his dick took possession of my spermy hole.

"Mate, you're gonna love shagging jock boy," Marshall chimed in. "Best arse I've had all year. Hell, maybe the best ever."

I was mesmerized by the site of the long-haired stud hovering above me. Dillion had a tight chest with a big, colorful tattoo on his left pec muscle. A starburst tat surrounded his bellybutton. His tits stood out like hard BBs and I wasted no time in sliding my hands over his torso. I detoured long enough to grab the dude's muscular glutes and pull him farther into me. Feeling his butt muscles flex as he pounded into my boi pussy made my dick start to dribble pre-cum.

Lang, focused as always on his cummy cock, glanced at me with a hungry look, and I knew what was going down. He crawled onto the table, put a pale white thigh on either side of my head and guided his fuck tool into my mouth. I'd barely had time to admire Dillon's ripped torso and big tattoos when my view was cut short by Lang's semi-hard meat and his fur balls. I began sucking, cleaning the remnants of Lang's load from his meat.

Marshall was eyeing Lang's long dong as it sank into my mouth. I didn't know if he was coveting my mouth or Lang's massive prick, but I soon got my answer when he joined Lang on the table and pressed his cock against my lips. The dude kissed Lang the same as when I interrupted the three-some and turned it into a four-some. I went back and forth between the two spent cocks with both ball sacs dangling in my face. I wondered if my efforts would result in one of them – or both – getting erect again.

Dillon was into fast fucks or else he was worried about the time and eager to nut before he had to return to catering. Maybe he was incredibly horny after getting bred by Lang Long Dong. The Aussie stud rammed my boi pussy like a battering ram, plunging into me with frenzied, furious fucks. My ass was burning from the friction of his assault. "Fucking jock bottom," he groaned, "take my big cock."

Marshall slid next to Lang so that their dicks were side by side and I took it as a challenge to see if I could get both in my mouth. I'd never get both down my throat at the same time, but the two heads might be doable. I clamped a hand around the base of each slab of manhood and guided the two dick-heads into my mouth. I had three cocks inside me.

Dillon began panting and if anything he was ramming my fuck chute even faster than before. It wasn't long before he shouted, "I'm fucking cumming! I'm cumming!" A moment later, his dick rocketed jizz into my hole, breeding me once again. Fuck. My hole had to be a cummy mess but Dillon was gasping and moaning, "Fucking hot arse!"

Marshall, suddenly aware of the time, said, "Damn, mate, we need to get dressed." He pulled his cock from my mouth and scrambled to retrieve his catering outfit. Dillon reluctantly followed suit, withdrawing his cum-coated dick from my fuck hole and wiping it on my butt cheeks before climbing into his boxers and uniform. Lang was content to let me mouth his cock and I had little doubt that he'd recover enough to ram my pussy a second time. But in what was for Lang a rare display of mind over balls, it must have dawned on him that fucking in the pool house as the Pattens' guests showed up was not the smartest thing to do. He plunged his cock down my throat a few more times before pulling out, staring at my mouth mournfully. The dude desperately wanted to shoot another load. But fuck, he always wanted to shoot another load.

Marshall and Dillon looked hot in their crisp, white uniforms. Hell, they were hot, in more ways than one. Hot because they'd both built up a sweat while pounding my boi pussy, but also hot because they were both handsome and built. Maybe they were eye candy for the Pattens' guests. Their tailored outfits were damn sexy and their flushed faces looked amazing. Dillon had retied his long locks into a pony tail. I wasn't normally a fan of long hair on dudes – despite letting my own surfer blond hair get long over the summer – but on the Aussie stud it was perfect. I was sorry that my time beneath him had been so short and I hadn't gotten more time to enjoy his Brit mate.

After Marshall and Dillon left Lang and I pulled on our swim trunks. Lang gave the equipment room a perfunctory glance and we headed out.

Two guests had already arrived. They were chatting with Elizabeth as Marshall mixed drinks and Dillon served appetizers. Damn were the two studs sexy in their outfits, albeit not as sexy as they were out of them. Their muscular bodies filled the uniforms perfectly. Only their flushed faces betrayed that they'd each had their cocks buried in my hole a few minutes ago.

Lang and I stayed at the edge of the yard to avoid being conspicuous as we lugged our equipment to Lang's truck. We were almost there when we ran into Lachlan himself, standing in the shade of a huge blue spruce that dominated the edge of the Pattens' massive lawn. He was dressed in a tuxedo that fit him perfectly. I sensed he wore it often. He was as used to being in black tie as I was in jeans and a T-shirt. Probably more used to it; I'd virtually abandoned shirts for the summer except at baseball games and meals.

The man was six feet tall and strikingly pale. His light brown hair was perfectly groomed. Beneath his tuxedo, he appeared to have a nice, slender body. I did some quick math and concluded that if he was a business school grad student when he met Elizabeth, he had to be at least 30. He looked younger and his boyish face contrasted with the authoritative way he carried himself. Perhaps his successful business career contributed to the sense of being in command that radiated from him. Perhaps that it was the other way around and his confident demeanor had helped ensure his business success. Or perhaps I was merely reacting to his tuxedo and the cigar he was smoking, which lent him an air of cultured sophistication. Shirtless, cum-coated and wearing only a swimsuit, I felt underdressed and overmatched.

"Thank you boys for your work on the pool and the grounds," Lachlan said with a faint smile. "They look great. Elizabeth will be rather pleased."

"Um, thanks Mr. Patten," Lang replied.

Patten took a sip from his drink. For some reason, I knew it had to be scotch on the rocks. "Also... thank you for taking care of Marshall and Dillon. The guests find their accents classy and Elizabeth thinks that adds to the allure of her spectacular soirees. I'm somewhat more discerning, but happy to welcome the boys for the summer. We Brits have to look out for one another here in the colonies." He gave me a sidelong glance with a smile that verged on a smirk and added, "Once again, I'm rather grateful for your efforts on their behalf."

"No problem," Lang answered breezily. He assumed Lachlan was thanking us for letting the caterers into the pool house to change, but that hardly warranted Lachlan expressing so much gratitude. From the look he gave me, I wondered if Lachlan knew exactly what had happened in the pool house and was thanking us for servicing the caterers' cocks. Well, I'd serviced their cocks while Lang bred Dillon's hot Aussie bum.

Lachlan smiled and remarked, "Lovely evening." His eyes drifted upward and I followed them to a security camera mounted overhead in the trees. Shit. It dawned on me that he knew everything. The Pattens had security cameras everywhere. There would certainly be one in the pool house. Lachlan probably had footage of me with caterer cock drilling my holes. For all I knew, he had two months of videotape of Lang ramming the long dong into my willing asshole.

So what? If I was to fully embrace being a cock whore, I had to get over being embarrassed that people knew what I was. Maybe Lachlan would want a little extra service the next time we did his pool. I'd be up for seeing what was beneath his tuxedo. And getting a second British prick in my hole. I had a sudden fantasy of Lachlan in his tux with the bow tie untied, sipping scotch and puffing on a cigar as he sat back in a big leather chair in his dark, wood-paneled office. I was naked, on my knees in front of him and I crawled between his legs, fishing out his cock and mouthing it, my blond hair making me look like a mop in his crotch. I'd blow him for a seemingly endless time before he'd put me on my back on a massive wooden desk and breed me slowly and thoroughly, all the while blowing cigar smoke in my face and sipping scotch. Maybe my wrists would be handcuffed the entire time.

I was jolted out of my fantasy when Lachlan cleared his throat and said, "I have occasional projects that arise from time to time, and I might be able to find a spot for you young men. If that's something you'd consider, of course. I rather think you'd be perfect."

"Yes, sir!" Lang responded quickly, "absolutely! We'd be very interested." Lachlan gave me a knowing smile. Lang was only thinking of a big payday, probably envisioning that we'd be hired to work on the grounds or the decorations for one of Elizabeth's bashes. After all, for all Lang knew, Lachlan viewed us as exactly what we looked like – a couple of sweaty, shirtless kids cleaning pools.

I had a different perspective. Either my mind was completely in the gutter after a day of nonstop sex – a distinct possibility – or Lachlan's project would involve me throwing my legs in the air and spreading my ass crack, and Lang unleashing the long dong and drilling a wet hole. A repeat of what we'd done weekly in the pool house, except with different partners. My role would be exactly what I'd fantasized about doing with Lachlan moments ago.

Of course, Lachlan's project might involve me taking cocks besides his. Or it might not involve sex at all. I didn't have a clue.

The man smiled and said, "Excellent. I will be in touch. Have a delightful night."

He was dismissing us. His gaze held my eyes for a long second before he turned and walked briskly toward the party guests without a backward glance. For some reason, Lachlan reminded me of Tyhcinn. Other than both being slender, their appearance was as different and night and day. Yet they had the same inner confidence and mastery of the world. That made me hunger for them.

I was probably imagining things. Maybe there wasn't a security camera in the pool house. Maybe Lachlan's project had nothing to do with sex. Maybe he was merely being nice to the help. However, I sensed that he'd seen at least part of the show we'd put on with Marshall and Dillon barely fifteen minutes ago and wasn't at all upset. He was happy to know about it. It was knowledge that he might well use.

I wondered what his pale English cock would feel like pounding my mouth or jammed in my ass. He'd treat me like a piece of furniture. Like an ashtray for ball juice. He'd demand that I do whatever he instructed, no questions asked. I'd do everything without hesitation.

Fuck. I had to adjust my jock strap to accommodate my growing boner. I should have been satiated after taking a dozen stiff cocks in my ass, not to mentioned getting off three times myself, but I was hornier than ever. Maybe that's what life as a cock whore would be like.

"Nice dude," Lang commented as we hopped into his truck. He had no clue Lachlan knew what we'd done with the caterers. And no clue that Lachlan's project might involve more of the same.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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