The Taming of the Jock

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THE TAMING OF THE JOCK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER ELEVEN

PART ONE

Confused and angry after my day – and weekend – of being abused while sorta enjoying it – okay, totally enjoying the sex – I finished cleaning the cabin and drove Tyhcinn back from my parents' lake house in silence. Tyhcinn seemed content to look at text messages and I wasn't in the mood for conversation.

With the end of the weekend finally at hand, I was alternately fuming over the way Tyhcinn, Tony and Lang had treated me and regretting that they wouldn't be dicking my ass any more. Part of me wanted to get away from the dudes and never see their faces again. And part of me wanted to see their dicks on a regular basis, up close and personal as they invaded my mouth before ramming my asshole.

After I pulled into Tyhcinn's driveway, he hopped out of my car and said cheerily, "Thanks for the weekend. Later dude." Fucker acted like nothing had happened! Good riddance, I thought.

But the skinny black nerd seemed to reconsider and stuck his head into the passenger window. I thought he was pensive, but maybe that was merely the result of his bookish face and the thick-rimmed glasses he always wore. He hesitated before saying, "Ty, we go back a long way. The last couple of years haven't been great, but they are what they are. I was a jerk over the weekend, not really like me. I thought you had it coming, but you didn't deserve what we did to you, and even if you deserved it, seeking revenge doesn't excuse what I did." My immediate reaction was to clench my jaws and glare at the geek. Did he think an apology made up for everything?

Tyhcinn continued. "I'm really sorry. To be honest, it wouldn't have gone as far as it did if I hadn't figured out that, deep down, you liked it. You wanted it. I kept waiting for a sign that we were pushing you too far, but it never came. All the signs were in the other direction. But if we went over the line and didn't figure that out, I'll feel awful."

Tyhcinn was right about what I felt deep down, but I wasn't ready to admit it, even to myself. Plus, how the fuck did he know what I liked and didn't like and what I secretly wanted? Who the hell would like getting fucked all weekend by three horn dog teenagers?

I immediately knew the answer. Me. But I wasn't prepared to concede that.

"The pictures and videos – don't worry about them," Tyhcinn said. "The link I sent Tony and Lang expired fifteen minutes after I sent it. I doubt it ever dawned on those dudes to download the images and video, but even if they had tried, downloads were blocked. And I'm the only person who took pictures over the weekend, so, I have the only copies. I really like some of them, so I'd like to keep them. I'm kinda into hot porn. And you look incredible in some of the pictures. But it's your call. If you let me keep them, you don't have to worry about anyone else seeing them. I'm never sending them to anyone. That isn't me. Just wanted you to know."

I stared dumbfounded. The photos of me, with cum all over my body and black, brown and white cocks buried in my ass and stuffed in my mouth, had hung over my head like a sword during the weekend. But I hadn't considered what could happen to them afterwards. Tyhcinn, as usual, had thought through everything. It took me a moment to digest what he had said. But something held me back from telling him to delete the photos.

I had been so focused on getting through the weekend that I hadn't confronted what had changed. The pictures and videos weren't my only problem. Tyhcinn, Tony and Lang would probably broadcast how they'd fucked my ass. Hell, Tony and Lang left the lake before Tyhcinn and I did, and right now Tony was probably detailing his weekend conquests of my holes to anyone who would listen.

But, once again, Tyhcinn was ahead of me and seemed to have read my mind. "What happened over the weekend is only between you and the three of us. Tony and Lang promised not to tell anybody about it. I don't know for certain that they're good for it. Lang is, but if somebody got Tony drunk, who knows what he'd reveal. Of course, with him, you never know if he's making shit up anyway.

"But on the drive back, Lang worked on Tony, convincing him it was best if they kept their mouths shut and didn't talk about having sex with another guy all weekend long. Tony's not gonna open his mouth anytime soon. And the locker room picture he has – it's nothing. The dude didn't get your face in the photo, and it was so steamy in the shower that it's impossible to tell it's you. So, no worries there.

"While you were cleaning the cabin, the three of us talked about wanting you back as the stud jock with the shaggy blond hair and the world class abs. It's what you are. Cutting the jerk quotient down a few notches would be a nice improvement. And long overdue. But we like the dude with the awesome body who had the confidence to take on the best pitcher in the state and beat him. In particular, Lang really respects you, despite how often you've played an asshole during high school. Maybe that's because Lang's a pitcher and admires what you did in the state playoff game against Jason Palmer. That game opened the door for Lang to be the winning pitcher in the state championship game, and he got a nice college athletic scholarship out of it, too.

"Whatever. Bottom line is that none of us want you to be a pussy whipped nebbish cringing in the corner. That would take all the fun out of our memories of the weekend. We got revenge on you for being a jerk, but that's over and done with. We kinda like the idea that we balled the big jock and he's still the big jock. So, you're good, bud. You have your old life back. Nobody is gonna do anything to humiliate you, at least in public. Tony probably won't be able to look at you without smirking, but hey, he did that before he bred your ass all weekend. So, no worries. Okay?"

I wasn't certain what I was feeling. Relief, absolutely. But also disappointment. For what, I couldn't tell. Maybe because things were going back to the status quo and, deep down, the status quo was no longer what I wanted. Before the weekend, I'd believed my set up was nearly perfect. I was a big jock, baseball hero, ladies' man, about to graduate from high school and head to college. Life was good. Getting that back should have made me ecstatic.

I stayed silent. As I stared at Tyhcinn, he said, "I know what you are, Ty. Took me a while to work it out over the weekend. I would have got there sooner, but I couldn't quite believe it. With the benefit of hindsight, it all fits. It was there all along. But you have to figure it out on your own."

The whole confusing situation ignited and I exploded. I yelled, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean asshole?" I wanted to wring the fucker's skinny neck. Or jump out of the car and kiss him.

I expected Tyhcinn to slam me for losing my temper. Attitude, he had constantly stressed over the entire weekend. For 72 hours, I'd kept my rage under control, and now at the bitter end I'd blown it. Despite his earlier promise, I feared Tyhcinn's treasure trove of embarrassing pictures would be all over the Internet by the time I got home.

But no, that wouldn't happen. Tyhcinn was good for his promise. How I knew, I wasn't certain, but nothing was clearer to me. Tyhcinn said that revealing the photos wasn't him, and his statement was completely correct.

Tyhcinn would destroy the pictures in an instant if I asked him to. But he liked the pictures and wanted to keep them. And... I wanted him to keep them. I got a tiny surge of excitement thinking that Tyhcinn might get hard while looking at a photo of my naked body with ribbons of cum on my ripped abs and Tyhcinn's black monster buried in my boi pussy. He had visual evidence, recorded for posterity, of the exact moment I lost my virginity. A snapshot in time of me taking my first cock. In a weird way I liked thinking that I was a notch on the geek's belt.

Tyhcinn responded to my outbreak by calmly shaking his head and saying, "I'm not asking for the job, Tyler, but you know where I am if you need me." I had no idea what the fuck the nerd was talking about. I stared at him in disbelief. Arrogant jerk!

Tyhcinn pulled his head out of the window and picked up his backpack. But before I left, he stuck his head back in and said, "I almost forgot. The Sharpie ink on your stomach and ass will come off with a little scrubbing. It's not the kind that takes forever to disappear. So get in the shower and work it, and `Pussyboi Cumdump' will disappear." He grinned at me and added, "Wouldn't want the jock to be too embarrassed to hit the gym."

Tyhcinn grabbed the mostly-empty containers of food his mom sent for the weekend. He didn't look back as he entered his house. Exasperated, I sped away, happy to have the weekend behind me.

Accumulated boy cum – the result of getting bred by Lang and Tyhcinn earlier in the day, twice each – was leaking from my hole and I would have to change underwear as soon as I got into the house. I didn't want my mother to wonder why my boxers were layered in crusty cum, so when I got home I wore them into the shower and washed them out. I took a long, hot shower, cleaning out my ass and washing off the remains of Tyhcinn's Sharpie artwork. Watching the ink disappear down the drain sorta put an exclamation point on the end of my ordeal. But I didn't get the expected feeling of relief.

My mother would probably wonder why I hadn't used any of the other clothes I'd taken to the lake, so I dumped them all into the dirty clothes, even though they had never left my backpack. Alone at last after the weekend and with everything back to normal, my mind was in a daze.

I'd gotten the blow job from Tyhcinn I so desperately wanted – two blow jobs in fact – but like a lot of things you fixate on when you're a teenager, the reality didn't quite live up to my expectations. Not that the blow jobs hadn't been great; they had. I loved Tyhcinn's mouth on my dick, and the skinny black boy knew how suck cock. But other things that happened were much, much better, and I found that disquieting.

I'd gotten fucked up the ass. From being a virgin on Friday, I'd been bred so often that slut was a mild term for me. But, damn. My dick had responded every time a cock rammed my hole. And yeah, getting piston fucked had felt incredibly good and, more troubling, I felt disappointment whenever a guy pulled his cock out of me.

Worse, at times I kinda got off on being humiliated, especially by Tyhcinn. When he tied my hands around my throat and drilled my ass on Friday night, I'd been insanely horny. It had turned me on to be bound in the back of Tony's pickup. Even having my junk tied to the canoe by the twine attached to my rubber band cock ring had gotten me turned on.

I moped around the house Monday afternoon and evening, and didn't have much appetite for dinner. I could almost feel Tyhcinn's big black pole still imbedded in my ass. For the first time since before the weekend, I'd spend a night with my whore hole not filled with stiff teen dicks and I was already missing the feeling of a dude's shaft drilling into me. And missing my nightly dessert of fresh cum cream. Fuck. Was I down because my life was back to normal?

My room was the same as it had always been. When I got home from the lake, my mom had greeted me with the same smile she always wore. I'd be back in school the next day, and everyone except for Tyhcinn, Tony and Lang would think of me the same way they always had – the pretty-boy stud jock, guaranteed to act like an asshole. Tyhcinn, Tony and Lang knew the truth but wouldn't say anything. Over the weekend, I desperately wanted to have things back to the way they were. But now that I had my wish, was the return of my old life what I wanted?

I was not thinking clearly, by any means, when I called Tony's girlfriend Melissa on the spur of the moment. I did it mainly to find out if Melissa would dish some dirt on Tony, who had been with her for most of senior year. I wanted something I could use against the dude.

Okay, I also was curious if Lang's story about Melissa having a gay cousin was true. I had no plan for what to do with that information if I obtained it.

Melissa was surprised that I called and kinda happy that I asked about her family. I had to prod her several times, but she casually mentioned a cousin in college. He was a theater major. Fuck. The odds of a theater major being gay seemed conclusive to me. Of course, the information did me no good. It wasn't like I was going to admit to Melissa that I was gay and ask her to set me up with her cousin on a blind date.

Melissa didn't say much about Tony. Thinking that maybe I would learn more about Tony and her cousin, on a whim I asked Melissa out on a date. I'm embarrassed to confess it was partly to see if I could get back at Tony by stealing his girlfriend. Perhaps I did it to try to get back to my old life after the weekend at the lake. Maybe I was trying to salvage some sense of straight boy masculinity by getting it on with a hot cheerleader.

But as soon as I hung up the phone, I knew the idea of dating Melissa was idiotic. I was gay. Ergo, no reason to date a girl, much less try to make out with her. Shit. If she walked into my room, did a sexy strip tease and begged me to ball her, I probably wouldn't get hard. One reason I hadn't dated much lately was because my realization that I was gay made sex with girls a lot less interesting.

I was fucked up. I needed some space to figure out where my head was.

PART TWO

I was staring at my computer but not doing much when I heard a car drive up. Looking out my window, I saw Tony get out of his pickup. He was wearing his standard issue muscle shirt, and my slut brain immediately focused on his awesome guns. The memory of licking his chest and feeling his muscles caused my cock to wake up.

Tony had to be up to something. Fearing the dude was prepared to announce to my parents that I was a pussyboi cumdump, I raced down the stairs and met him outside.

Tony smiled and seemed happy to see me. "Hey, uh, Tyler, glad you're home," he mumbled, "um, I wanted to talk to you."

I glared at the dude, wondering what was up. Tony stared at his feet and shuffled them, finally looking up and saying, "Uh, but not here. You mind if we go over to the woods?"

I readily agreed. Whatever Tony wanted to talk about, I didn't want the conversation to occur within earshot of my parents.

We didn't live next to anything that could honestly be called woods. But at the end of my street was a tree-lined ravine that the city had turned into a park. The kids in the neighborhood called it the woods. I'd played there with Tyhcinn when we were growing up, and I knew of all the hidden spots.

It was twilight as we headed into the woods and without thinking I took Tony to one of the hidden nooks along the ravine that Tyhcinn and I considered one of our secret places. "So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked, harshly. I almost added, `asshole,' but I caught myself.

"Um, well, I was thinking," Tony began. I stopped myself from telling Tony that news he was capable of thinking was shocking, and it was even more stunning that he'd actually tried doing it. Before the weekend, that's exactly what I would have said.

"About the weekend and all," Tony continued. He was uncharacteristically tentative, staring at his feet. That was okay with me, because I could ogle his ripped guns without being caught.

"Well, uh, I feel bad about how we treated you. I apologize. That was – hell, it was the shits. Things got out of hand."

Right, I thought. I could think of three hard cocks that got out of hand and into my holes.

Tony continued, "You and I made it all the way through high school – well, almost all the way – without hanging out much or really being friends, but I wish we had and I'd like to do that now. Maybe we could, you know, work out together or something this summer."

Now I was mystified. This wasn't like the old Tony at all. But I was relieved that he didn't seem to be trying to pull anything on me. "Um, maybe," I replied, still cautious.

Tony got a suspicious grin and blushed a bit, although on his caramel-colored, sun-bronzed face it wasn't as noticeable as it would have been on my perpetually-red cheeks. He said, "And, uh, I figure I owe you big time for what happened over the weekend. I decided I'm going to make it up to you. Starting now. I wanna suck your cock."

My eyes practically popped out of my head. I stared, not believing what I was hearing. What kind of weird, alternative universe had I dropped into?

Tony fidgeted. "If you'll let me, I'll suck it right now."

When I didn't respond, Tony reached forward and cupped my junk. I could feel the warmth of his hand through the basketball shorts I was wearing. I'd been hard all weekend, but my cock seemed to be taking the night off. It was soft.

Tony smiled when he realized I was commando. I hadn't been planning on leaving the house so I hadn't bothered with underwear after my long shower. "I owe you a lot of blow jobs, and if you want, you can fuck my ass," he said.

I snapped out of my trance and asked, "Since when do you take it up the ass?"

"Since the weekend," Tony said, moving closer and massaging my cock.

"Since the weekend?" I echoed, pushing him back.

Tony bit his lip and took a deep breath. "Well, since last night to be exact."

"Last night?" I prodded.

Tony sighed and looked me in the eyes. "So, like, Tyhcinn and I were in the bunk room while you and Lang were going at it – damn, you dudes were making a helluva lot of noise! I mean, who sleep when your bed kept hitting the wall and we could hear Lang growling, `Fuck yeah' like he was right next to us and you were moaning "Fuck my ass!' constantly? I couldn't help getting hornier than hell and wanting my dick inside your sweet hole. I wished I was giving it to you rather than Lang. But that made me start to think."

Once again, I resisted the urge to joke about Tony's ability to think. Or the perilous results that might result from his thinking.

"Suddenly it was like really clear to me. You wanted it. You liked getting dicked. Tyhcinn fucked the cum out of you a couple of times, and as I thought about that, no dude would shoot with a cock inside his asshole if he wasn't getting off on it. You were definitely enjoying getting fucked. Your cock was hard every time a dick was in your boi pussy. Like all fucking weekend long!"

It was my turn to blush, but I hoped in the twilight it wasn't too noticeable.

"I thought we were putting you through hell, and I know you hated all the crap we gave you. But I was pretty sure you didn't mind getting your ass fucked.

"Then I started thinking about how you were always one step ahead of me. Throughout high school, you always knew stuff that I didn't. Don't get me wrong, I love blow jobs, but I began to wonder if getting fucked felt really good and you figured that out before me.

"I asked Tyhcinn – he was practically asleep, despite all the noise – and he's like, `Yeah, Tyler likes getting fucked cuz he knows it feels good.' I'm thinking about the picture Tyhcinn sent of his big cock in your ass and cum all over your abs and chest. You absolutely looked as if you liked it.

"Well, I was kinda drunk – fuck, I was wasted – and I knew Tyhcinn had fucked a lot of ass, so I figured he'd know how to do it. I asked him if he'd do me. He was skeptical that I really wanted it, but the more I thought about you being so far ahead of me, the more I wanted to get fucked.

"Shit. I kept bugging Tyhcinn and got down on all fours on the bedroom floor. Tyhcinn got his cock hard and started to slip it inside me. Damn! It fucking hurt like hell! But I wasn't gonna be a pussy about it, and I figured if you could take it so easily, then I sure as hell was going to.

"I begged Tyhcinn to pull it out like five or six times and he kept asking if I really wanted to go through with it, but I told him to bring it on. He finally got his cock all the way inside me and fucking A! It felt great. Having a mouth on my dick would have made it even better, but shit, my cock was dripping pre-cum and I was yelling my head off, telling Tyhcinn to fuck me harder and pound me deeper. Tyhcinn shot inside me and I got off and just about collapsed.

"I don't see how you did it over the weekend, though. My fucking hole was sore as all get out after Tyhcinn's black buttbuster opened me up. And I'd only taken the thing once, while you'd handled all three of us like multiple times every day of the weekend."

I knew by looking at Tony that he was telling the truth. With him, I could always tell. He's a terrible liar.

"So, uh, yeah, I liked getting fucked," Tony continued. "And I want you to fuck me, too. I figure your cock won't make my ass as sore as Tyhcinn's. Shit, I'd let you fuck me now if my ass wasn't so raw. So, I'm offering to suck your cock instead. You can fuck me up the ass later."

I paused, reeling from Tony's story. I realized Tyhcinn had busted two cherries over the weekend, dicking the two biggest jocks in high school. Geeks rule, I guess.

"Please, I wanna suck your cock," Tony begged. "You have a fucking amazing body."

"You swallowing?" I asked. I was still being a jerk.

Tony didn't react in the hostile way I thought he would. He got a sparkle in his dark eyes and, with a devilish smile, said, "Wait and see." He pulled my T-shirt over my head and bent forward to nuzzle my tits.

Fuck! No way was this happening. Except Tony's dark hair was indeed pressed against my chest and his tongue was licking my nipples. He slipped my basketball shorts down to my ankles, causing my cock to pop out. He grabbed my junk and squeezed my balls, his mouth gradually moving down from my nipples to my abs and bellybutton and finally my cock. His wet, warm mouth engulfed my rod and I gasped.

Damn! Tony was sucking my cock. He was officially a cocksucker. Like me.

My shaft was thickening and swelling as Tony took me all the way down his throat and began bobbing back and forth. He grabbed my hips to control my body, and in the dim light, I could see his awesome shoulder muscles move and his biceps flex. His muscles rippled as he guided me back and forth, giving me a great visual that encouraged my cock to harden.

Tony worked me like a pro. I guess he'd practiced on Lang and Tyhcinn, but he wasn't merely going through the motions to get me off as quickly as possible. Nope. The dude was doing his best to pleasure me. I watched my spit-soaked rod slide in and out of Tony's mouth as he played with my balls.

I kinda hoped Tony would slip a finger in my ass. Hell, I kinda hoped Tony would pull off me and shove his fat brown pecker in my mouth before jamming it in my butt.

Another bout of outdoor sex, I thought as Tony sucked my dick. The night was warm enough that the gentle breeze caressing my bare chest and airing out my moist crotch felt good. I was gradually coming around to favoring outdoor sex like Lang, and I wasn't going to view the woods in quite the same way ever again. I wondered how many other kids experimented with sex in the hidden spots along the ravine. And I wondered how many more times I'd be bare-assed and fucking in the woods.

It took a while, but I got close. Tony sensed it and pulled off my cock, looking up at me and saying, "To hell with being sore. You wanna fuck me in the butt?"

Things were really getting weird. I thought back to the day Tony snapped my ass with his towel in the locker room shower. At the time, I'd cockily told myself that I'd oblige him if he asked me to stick my hard rod up his ass. But I'd been completely convinced it would never happen. Now it was happening. Tony was sucking my cock and asking if I wanted to ball him.

"I'll bend over and grab my ankles and you can ram it in my hole. You can shoot inside me. You wanna do it?" The homecoming king was asking the prom king to fuck him. The stud linebacker and football team co-captain was offering up his hard ass. The dude everybody in high school considered a tall, dark and handsome stallion was on his knees asking me to breed him.

Indecisively teetering on the edge of a decision, I said, "Um, we don't have any lube."

Tony bit his lip and a hint of disappointment crossed his face. "Shit, I should've thought of that. But I wasn't thinking things would go this far."

Tony stared up at me and said with a smile, "I guess you get a rain check. But not for long. I know you're gonna fuck me silly." He brought my stiff shaft to his mouth, licked the head, and swallowed me. In no time, he was working my dick again.

I couldn't resist letting my hands rest on Tony's shoulders and biceps. His smooth skin was warm and I felt the movements of his muscles as he pulled my hips forward and buried his nose in my pubes. I remembered being underneath the dude at the lake house and how hot it had been when he got off inside me.

It took me a while to climax, but I finally groaned, "I'm cumming!" Tony clamped on my cock and never wavered as I nutted, spewing cum deep into his throat. He worked me for a long time after I blew my load, but I had to pull him off as my dick got sensitive.

Tony bounded to his feet and licked his lips. He grinned and said, "I swallowed. But next time I want it in the ass. Paybacks are a bitch, and I owe you plenty. But I might not mind the paybacks I have coming."

Tony's fat dick was hard and pressing against his shorts. I detected a dark spot of pre-cum leaking through his shorts. Shit, I wished we had lube. I wouldn't have hesitated to pull Tony's cock from his shorts and grease it up, and then turn my back to him and spread my ass cheeks. I was already naked, and the thought of the dark stud taking me in the woods was wildly erotic. If only.

We weren't going to fuck, but I thought about dropping to my knees and sucking Tony's brown boner. I'd been on a regular diet of his Latin ball cream all weekend long. But unlike the weekend, Tony wasn't forcing me to suck him, and for some reason, instead of going down on him like I wanted, I pulled up my shorts.

Tony picked up my T-Shirt and said with a grin, "Mind if I give this back to you when we're back at my truck? I kinda like you shirtless. You have the fucking most awesome abs, and I love the way your back arches down to your ass cheeks. But damn, Ty, your abs would give anyone a hard on. They're like river rocks!"

Okay, Tony raving about my body might be even weirder than him sucking me off. Maybe Tony was better with the girls than I'd assumed. If he gave out compliments to girls the way he was gushing over my abs, he was better at blowing in their ears than I was. The cunts probably loved him. I know I was kinda glowing over what he said. Weird that I figure out how to work the ladies when that skill would do me no good.

But, following Tony's lead, I said, "You know, you have the best guns in school. Hell, the best guns in the entire city. And your chest is dynamite, too."

Tony smiled like he'd hit the lottery. He whipped off his shirt and flexed first one and then his other bicep. It was stupid, but I wasn't complaining about the spontaneous show.

On the way back to Tony's truck, we made plans to work out together later in the week. It was implicit was that we'd hook up afterwards. Tony seemed real excited about having a workout partner – and a sex partner.

In the gym and the locker room, I'd get plenty of up-close views of the dude's awesome chest and guns. He'd be shirtless, of course, and watching his muscles work under his smooth brown skin would ensure that I'd be semi-hard and pre-cumming inside my jock strap. We'd make sure we had plenty of lube for the post-workout workout.

We reached Tony's truck and he tossed me my shirt as he climbed in. He whispered, "Uh, about fucking my ass..."

Hell, the dude was going to back out of it. He'd been all talk, typical. I should have been pissed, but I wasn't.

"Um, don't tell Lang, okay?" Tony said. "I don't want him to know that I take it up the ass. So just keep it between you and me, okay?"

Once again I'd been wrong about what the dude was thinking. I nodded and replied, "Sure. I mean, you're not gonna say anything to anyone about fucking me all weekend, right?"

"Hell, no. That's just... I mean that's only between the two of us." He grinned and I almost thought he was going to pull me into a kiss. Instead, the dude got a mischievous look on his face and said, "I can't wait until my ass recovers enough so that you can make it sore all over again." Smiling, he started his truck and disappeared into the twilight.

PART THREE

Stunned by the turn of events, I wandered back to my room and turned on my computer, aimlessly surfing the net. I'd scored my third blow job, the second of the day. It was courtesy of a dude who was the last guy in my entire high school who I thought would ever suck dick. And it wouldn't be long before I'd be topping a man for the first time. My dick would be inside Tony's dark hole and I'd ride the hunky jock until I spermed him.

I don't remember how much time passed before my cell rang. I halfway expected it to be Tony, but it was Lang. I didn't even know the dude had my number. We never called or texted each other.

I immediately wondered if Tony had said something to Lang. But that didn't make sense, not after Tony asked me not to say anything to Lang.

If the two jocks had talked, Lang never let on. He asked, "Hey, dude, do you have a minute? `Cuz I have a couple of things I want to talk to you about."

"Um, yeah, I suppose," I mumbled. I was numb after getting my rocks off in Tony's mouth and surprised about Lang's call. And cautious.

"So, uh, first off, I'm embarrassed by the way I dumped on you over the weekend. Embarrassed by the way all three of us did. Things got out of hand. I treated you like shit and that left me feeling like shit all day long.

"Maybe I lost control because you have an awesome body and a bubble butt that won't stop. I mean, yeah, that's it. Your ass felt so good that I couldn't stay away. But that's no excuse. So, I apologize. I feel really bad. You and I weren't the closest of buds in high school, but you were always a great teammate in baseball and responsible for a good part of our success. Including the state baseball championship. So, anyway, I felt awful ever since we left the lake and I want to apologize."

"Uh, thanks," I said.

Encouraged, I suppose, because I didn't seem too pissed off, Lang continued, "And, uh, the other thing I want to talk to you about is working this summer. The pool boys at my brother's company are paired in teams and this evening my brother asked me who I want to work with. It'd be dynamite if the two of us were together. I'd really like that. But if you don't want to, I understand."

Lang paused, waiting for me to answer before continuing. But I stayed quiet, trying to figure out what Lang was up to.

"Look, I'll put it on the line," he said, breaking the awkward silence. "I loved dicking your ass. I meant it when I said that you have the best butt my cock has ever been inside. Better than any cunt, too. It's like your ass was made for my dick. Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it. So, yeah, I'd love to do it after work during the summer. Something about being outside all day long, shirtless and in swimsuits and getting all hot and sweaty makes me super horny. Even hornier than normal.

"But it doesn't have to be only me fucking you. I like sucking dick and would love to suck yours. And I never thought it would ever happen to me, but I discovered I like getting it in the ass. So we could, you know, like flip flop fuck and stuff like that. That would be really hot. If you want."

Okay, now things were totally weird. I wanted to ask a ton of questions, but one was at the top of the list. I blurted out, "You like getting it in the ass?"

I heard Lang sigh and he said, "Well, promise you won't tell anyone. Especially Tony. Shit, definitely not Tony. But the night you and Tony were together, Tyhcinn and I were in the bunk room and for some reason we started talking about getting fucked. Might have been on our minds because of the sounds that you and Tony were making next door.

"Tyhcinn was all analytical and stuff, explaining what a prostate is and how it's kinda tied into sex and how that's what makes getting fucked feel good. The next thing I know I've got my finger in my hole and yeah, it felt pretty good.

"Well, I was trashed and I'm like finger fucking myself and beating off and Tyhcinn asks, Dude you want some help with that?' I said, Hell, yes.' I'm thinking he's gonna suck me off like we always do, but Tyhcinn asks, `You want help with your cock or your hole?'

"Shit. I'm suddenly thinking about how you seemed to like getting dicked. And fingering my hole was really turning me on. So I figure, what the hell? Tyhcinn got on the floor and I started to sit on his cock. It was – weird. I never lowered myself all the way on that monster. But shit, having his black python in my ass felt amazing. Tyhcinn juiced me and I shot without working my cock much at all.

"Remember when we did it on the porch? That was right after Tyhcinn dicked me. It was hot inside the bunk room and I went out to get some air. I was thinking about how I'd gotten fucked in the ass for the first time and liked it and I was about to jack off again when you appeared. Fuck, did I ever need your ass.

"All of a sudden, you're sitting on my dong like I'd been sitting on Tyhcinn's, except you're doing it like a pro. I mean, you were taking me all the way inside you and bouncing up and down like you were on a pogo stick. Nobody has ever ridden me the way you were doing it and it made me hornier than hell.

"I'm thinking that I should have done Tyhcinn the same way you're riding me. But I'm also thinking that I still like having my dick inside a tight hole, because after sitting on Tyhcinn's cock and liking it so much, I was wondering if was really a bottom. I love fucking, but I'll let you fuck me too, or I'll suck you off."

Sometimes my mind does weird things, and all I could think to ask Lang was, "So, um, do you swallow?"

"Fuck, yeah!" Lang laughed. "Give the word and I'll slurp down your splooge in an instant."

"Um, did you mean what you said about liking my ass better than any other guys or girls?"

"Hell yeah! You have no idea how difficult it is for me to get inside a tight hole. Especially the girls. It's kind of a turn off. I mean, you get all horned up and ready to fuck and then it's like, that hurts' or pull it out' or `go really slow.'

"But damn. The way you let me slide in without any bitching is hot. Not only no bitching, you're like, `Fuck my brains out, dude!' I love it when your legs are in the air and wrapped around me and you're moaning and your dick is dripping pre-cum. Shit, your hole is like the perfect tightness for my cock. Dude, I could ball your ass all night long. Fuckin A. I guess I did that already! I'm hard as a rock just talking about last night."

I didn't tell Lang, but my cock was boned up, too. I grabbed it and a big glob of pre-cum oozed out, which I spread over the head of my dick. Hearing Lang tell me that he loved my ass gave me a warm, happy feeling. So did squeezing my cock and beginning to pump it.

"So, like are you beating yourself off?" I asked.

Lang chuckled, "Yeah. After fucking all weekend I shouldn't be horny, but damn, thinking about it is making me wanna cum."

I began to fist my erection. Jeez! I was having phone sex with Lang.

"So, um, I did like it," I said, lacking anything more creative to keep the conversation going. I slid my hand up and down my shaft. I regretted having to use one hand to hold my cell, because that meant I couldn't finger fuck my ass at the same time. "I mean, I liked taking your cock up my ass."

"Yeah?" Lang said. He was like a little kid being patted on the head for some accomplishment. I was pretty sure I could hear the sound of his fist beating his donkey dick.

"Yeah," I confirmed. "I like having you inside me. I like it when you fuck like a wild man."

"Oh, God," Lang groaned.

"What you said about doing it after work during the summer, that sounds hot," I said. I'd been looking forward to going shirtless and showing off my washboard abs all summer, but Lang Long Dong impaling my ass on his prick every day after work was gonna be the highlight of the day.

My dick was getting slippery with pre-cum. Given my penchant for cumming quicker the second time, I wasn't far from a climax.

"Fuck yeah," Lang panted.

Now I was in competition mode again, determined to nut before Lang did. We were both silent for a long minute. For some reason, I wanted Lang to tell me how hot my ass was. Again.

"I thought you really liked dicking that slut from the other side of town. The girl with all the tattoos and piercings," I said.

"Oh fuck, that bitch does love cock," Lang panted. "Told me I had the longest dick she'd ever taken. But her fucking pussy is too loose. Like a sloppy bowl of pudding. And she drinks too much. She's like out of it half the time.

"But your ass is ten times better, Ty. At the lake Tony and I were joking that `Ty is tight!' Your bubble butt is awesome. And it was just as tight when I was dicking you the second or third time as it was the first time. Fuck, I never got a cunt to let me inside her like that. I'm lucky if I get as far as one climax before girls tell me they can't take my dick any longer.

"I really love that you like it as rough as I can dish out. I don't have to worry that you're gonna start whining just when I'm about to nut. Instead, you're begging me to fuck your bubble butt harder!"

Yeah, I'd begged the tall stud to fuck me harder over the weekend, and I was going to be doing exactly that again this summer. I had a vision of Lang wearing only his swim trunks, the sun glinting off his lanky, sweat-streaked body, highlighting his surprisingly muscular arms and shoulders and fiery red hair. Lang would give me a hungry look with his blue eyes and motion me to the back of some suburbanite's pool house.

Even before we were hidden in the cool shade behind the pool house, Lang would pull my red swim trunks over the smooth mounds of my glutes and expose my dark tan line. His big hands would grab my pale white ass cheeks, letting me know in no uncertain terms that he owned my ass and he planned to use it. I'd be on my knees slurping his sweaty horse cock in no time. Lang's long white pole would snake all the way down my throat until my nose was crushed in his red pubes and his big, low-hanging ball sac was bouncing off my chin.

I'd get the tall jock so hot with my mouth that he'd turn into a sex-crazed animal, intent on only one thing. Breeding my ass. He'd wrench my crack open and power his fuck rod into my hole. It wouldn't be long before I would be hanging on for dear life as Lang morphed into a bucking bronco and I did my best to ride him. Lang's strong, powerful hands would hold my body hostage as he focused intently on ramming his fuck tool into my helpless hole.

Lang's bare chest, already covered by a sheen of sweat from working outdoors, would stick to my bare back. He'd growl, "Fuck yeah!" as his balls exploded, sending cum rockets firing into my boi pussy and seeding me with my daily dose of long dong nut juice. My cum would already be splattered on the side of the pool house. Lang's shaft would feel so good inside me that I'd beg him not to pull out.

That vision, coupled with my flying fist, caused my cock to erupt. A ribbon of white cum shot into the air, followed by an even bigger spurt. Damn. After my sex-filled weekend and Tony's blow job, I was surprised I had anything left in my balls.

I hadn't put my shirt on after my trip to the woods with Tony, and my spunk pooled into white globs on my hard, round abs. I reached for a towel to soak it up, but changed my mind and smeared it over my stomach before scooping the remains into my mouth. I was a sperm-eating slut who was so desperate for cum that I was eating my own jizz.

I think Lang blew his wad too, because he was breathing deeply and not talking for a couple of moments. Jeez, how lame was having phone sex? Particularly when Tyhcinn had fucked the cum out of me on top of the cliff overlooking the lake and again on the front porch of the lake house, and I'd also gotten two blow jobs. Since waking up, I'd taken two of Lang's loads in my boi pussy, and his donkey dong had occupied my hole and spewed babymakers inside me the entire night before.

Once we recovered, Lang and I laughed about making each other so horny and made plans to meet the next afternoon after school. The warm weather meant Lang's brother's pool business was swamped with earlier-than-normal service requests, and Lang told me he'd get me started on my pool-boy training and we could pick up some bucks by knocking off a couple of pools after school.

Let unsaid was that after it got too dark to work on pools, we'd work on each other's dicks. As much as it might be fun to flip flop and ram my cock in Lang's pearly white ass, I had little doubt that my first day as a pool boy would end with Lang Long Dong drilling my boi pussy.

I hung up the phone and was even more surprised that Tyhcinn had balled Lang than Tony. Lang's idea of sex was having his long dong in a tight hole, and the dude was so fixated on that single goal that I couldn't quite believe he'd bottomed. But then, why the hell would he tell me he'd gotten fucked if it hadn't happened?

Shit. Over the weekend, Tyhcinn had taken not two but three boy cherries. The nerd had balled three jocks. Fucker's big black cock had been inside a boi hole every night over the weekend. He'd done one virgin ass a day for three straight days.

PART FOUR

I stayed up late assimilating my wild weekend and wilder day. My life was definitely not going back to normal.

Tony worked out six days a week. And Lang had said that his brother was short-handed for pool boys and we might be doing pools six days a week. That meant I'd likely be taking a load from Tony's fat prick virtually every morning after hitting the gym, and getting juiced by Lang Long Dong every evening after finishing work. Lang was such a horn dog that I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted happy hour to extend into sloppy seconds and ball-draining thirds. I'd be working a night job servicing his cock, not that I'd be complaining.

Yeah, I'd fuck Tony's ass just to say that I did it. I'd flip flop fuck with Lang, too. While I hadn't fucked another guy, I was confident topping wasn't going to be my normal fare for the summer. Unless it was wildly better than I thought it would be, I'd much rather have Lang's long dong and Tony's fat meat buried inside my boi pussy, and the two jocks breeding me like a bitch.

I wanted the Tony who would shove me into a locker at the gym after we worked out and make me worship his big guns with my mouth before he rammed his fat, sweaty cock down my throat. Being outside all summer would bleach my shaggy, surfer-boy hair, and Tony would grab it and brutally face fuck me until he flooded my mouth with jock jizz. Then he'd wipe his slimy prick on my face as I begged him for the last drop of his spunk. Tony's salty stud cream would coat my mouth and I'd taste it all day long.

And I wanted the Lang who would be talking dirty and grabbing my ass halfway through the afternoon, and be so horny by the time we finished the last pool that he'd pull me behind the pool house and make me suck his sweaty dong. I'd have very little time to get my ass ready to be invaded. Once Lang's cock was hard and his mind had turned one-track, he'd slam fuck me into tomorrow and bury his nut in my hole.

I'd be perpetually late for dinner because Lang would want to seed me again and again. I'd have to eat dinner with my ass cheeks clenched shut to keep Lang's babymakers from oozing out. But that meant I'd have a late night treat later, as I dug Lang's spunk from my well-used hole and savored it. Some people think warm milk makes them sleep better. For me it would be Lang's warm nut juice.

I wasn't going to be hurting for sex. Instead, my holes might be hurting from too much sex.

But where did that leave Tyhcinn? My night was so weird that I halfway expected him to complete the trilogy and show up in my room or text me. But he'd said his piece earlier. I was left pondering what he'd meant by saying he knew what I was. Maybe I should just go ask him. But he'd said I had to figure it out on my own.

Thinking about Tyhcinn made me want his monster cock. I loved how fleshy it was and how heavy it was in my hand. Feeling it pulse as blood rushed into it and it got rock hard was freaking hot. And I loved how Tyhcinn's meat filled me up, whether it was jammed in my throat or crammed in my boi pussy. The dude was hung like a horse, no doubt about it. But I'd deep throated his black rod and taken it in my ass and lived through it. Hell, I'd more than lived through it; I'd gotten addicted to it.

Thinking about Tyhcinn fucking the cum out of me from behind on top of the cliff overlooking the lake and then doing it again on the front porch of the lake house only hours ago got me hard. Between shooting down Tony's throat and whacking off on the phone with Lang, I'd be cumming three times in a row. That had never been a problem for me, and as horny as I was for Tyhcinn's black buttbuster, it sure wasn't going to be this time. Soon I was sliding my fist over my dick again. Not having to hold my cell phone during this wank meant I could slip my fingers in my hole and play with my ass.

Tyhcinn's cock was the first one I'd sucked. And the first one I'd taken in the ass. He'd delivered my first ever blow job. And he was the first – and at that point the only – boy I'd kissed. I could almost feel his huge, soft black lips pressing against mine and his tongue exploring my mouth. Yeah, between Tony and Lang I'd be getting as much sex as any teenaged gay slut could want. But I really, really wanted Tyhcinn, too.

I clamped my hand on my cock and pumped, enjoying the slippery sensation as pre-cum began seeping from my dick head. I had three fingers inside my boi pussy and wished Tyhcinn was ramrodding me instead. I wanted to be back in bed with the black geek with my hands tied to my neck as he impaled my ass with his bull cock.

My fist flew up and down on my cock. Cum, left over from the load I'd shot while on the phone with Lang, coupled with a fresh batch of clear, slippery pre-cum, coated my rock-hard dick. I pulled my hand from ass long enough to give my smooth, low hanging balls a hard squeeze, and then jammed my fingers back into my hole and massaged my prostate.

Panting and fantasizing about Tyhcinn's big black cock, I pumped yet another load from my balls. I didn't cum much, but the sensation was incredible. This time, my splooge pooled into my bellybutton and I scooped every drop of it into my hungry mouth.

As I recovered, savoring the taste of my own jizz, I kept thinking about Tyhcinn. I wanted him, and I think he kinda wanted me, too. How else to explain the library of porn pictures of me that he said he wanted to keep for himself? In a perverted way, that made me kinda proud.

But I couldn't see us being boyfriends. Oddly, it wasn't because I wanted to protect my self-delusional, big-man-on-campus image. That illusion had been silly from the start and had died a spectacular death over the weekend. It's passing was long overdue.

We wouldn't be boyfriends because Tyhcinn and I simply weren't cut out for that role with each other. Tyhcinn was a brain and into a bunch of things that were way over my head. Despite having been close friends as kids, we had little in common. I couldn't see him dragging me to an art film or me dragging him to a baseball game.

But even if being boyfriends might work, it wasn't the relationship I wanted with Tyhcinn.

For some reason, I recalled a high school kid telling a bunch of us that someday we all would be working for Tyhcinn because everybody knew the black nerd was the smartest kid in school. At the time, I laughed, thinking, no way was I gonna be taking orders from a geek like Tyhcinn.

But 72 hours at the lake house made me see things differently. The future my buddy foresaw – Tyhcinn running a big company where we would all be employed – might well come to pass. But I had a different vision of following Tyhcinn's orders, one having to do with sex. Being used for sex over the weekend had opened up a whole new world for me. If the weekend had never occurred, I would have gotten there eventually, but by accident the timeline had been accelerated by leaps and bounds.

The idea of serving Tyhcinn sexually was irresistibly alluring to me.

Rather than being boyfriends, I wanted Tyhcinn to order me to suck his cock. I wanted to hear his deep voice as he informed me that he was gonna shove his black anaconda into my ass. I wanted Tyhcinn to use my white bubble butt as a pincushion for his black prick. I wanted his manhood inside me, deep down my throat or impaling my ass. The idea of Tyhcinn sperming my holes over and over was exciting. The thought of Tyhcinn tying me up and using me for his sexual pleasure was wildly exciting.

The relationship I wanted with Tyhcinn was to serve him as his sex toy.

Tony had said Tyhcinn fucked a lot of ass. The stupidly competitive part of me wanted to be Tyhcinn's go-to cumdump. It was idiotic to be jealous of a bunch of guys – hell, for all I know Tyhcinn dicked girls, too – who were complete strangers. But Tyhcinn had written `Pussyboi Cumdump' on me with a Sharpie and that was the role I wanted to play for him. I knew the crazy amount of thick white cum his smooth black eggs produced, and I wanted it all, in one hole or the other. Whenever Tyhcinn got horny, I wanted him to summon me to take care of his cock.

I had a glimmer of what Tyhcinn meant when he said he knew what I was. Still, I was at the beginning of a long journey and I didn't know where I was headed. Tyhcinn said I had to figure it out on my own, and it was going to take me a while. I had the sense that Tyhcinn was the key, and I'd be spending a lot of time with Tyhcinn's big black cock wedged in my mouth and breeding my boi pussy. Tony and Lang would get as many shots at my holes as they wanted, and I was certain the two jocks would make up for lost time during the summer by dicking me at will. I'd beg them to do it, but I'd keep coming back for Tyhcinn's tool.

I had already stayed up way too late and as a result, I'd likely be a vegetable in school tomorrow. I turned out the lights and snuggled into bed, feeling contented. And eager for the next day.

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought that my Memorial Day weekend had certainly been a weekend to remember. Pretty much everything about my life had changed.

THE END

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