The Taming of the Jock

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THE TAMING OF THE JOCK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER NINE

I woke Sunday morning before Tony and slipped out of bed, thinking I might escape doing his morning wood. I had mixed feelings, because his brown boner looked damn delicious. If I could have sucked Tony off without him knowing about it, I would have done it in an instant. But I didn't want the dumb jock sneering at me as I serviced his meat.

I showered as quickly and quietly as I could, but as I emerged from the bathroom, I accidentally bumped into Tony's foot, which was hanging over the side of the bed. Tony opened his eyes and squinted at me.

I was dressed only in my weekend costume – Tyhcinn's rubber band cock ring with the twine dandling from it – and Tony gave me a big grin. He whipped the sheets off his body, revealing a big, juicy hard on. "Suck, slut," he mumbled sleepily. His boner looked delicious. I crawled back into bed and Tony shoved my head into his crotch.

It was another day that I'd start with a mouthful of nut cream. I'd have to brush my teeth again. Although, I kinda liked the taste of jock cum better than mint toothpaste, so maybe I wouldn't bother. Tony and Lang would probably call me cum breath, but that was by no means the most derogatory term they had for me.

Tony's fat prick was already leaking pre-cum and it occurred to me I might have woken the dude in the midst of a wet dream. I wondered what got Tony off in his wet dreams. Melissa? That seemed unlikely given he had dropped her. Some other hot cheerleader type? If Tony's boasting was to be believed, he'd banged most of them already and was a one-man semen machine, sewing his wild oats in the entire cheerleader corps. I had independent corroboration of a couple of his conquests from the girls themselves. It always pissed me off to discover Tony had gotten into a girl's cunt before I did. I was always competing with the guy.

Did Tony get off thinking about guys? I kinda wished I had the type of relationship with Tony where he and I could talk about that stuff, but I'd never let down my defenses around the muscle teen enough to permit that to happen. I'd come closer to talking to Lang, but he was Tony's best friend, so that was off the table, too.

I would have been totally comfortable talking with Tyhcinn about that shit when we were in middle school, not that the topic was anywhere close to my radar at that point. But, given I'd treated Tyhcinn like crap and avoided him in high school because he was a brainchild nerd, I didn't figure we'd suddenly be best of friends. I had yet another sad vision of what might have been. I instinctively knew Tyhcinn would have absolutely had my back if I had disclosed to him that I was gay. Hell, Tyhcinn's parents could be counted on to be a lot more supportive and understanding than my old man ever would be.

Tony's fat cock wedged into my throat and I dutifully bobbed up and down on it. Unlike last night, Tony was content to let me do all the work. He stayed flat on his back and moaned softly, but never grabbed my head and face fucked me. Weird, but I sorta missed that. He gave me almost no warning before spurting out a pre-breakfast appetizer of ball juice from his brown nuts.

Okay, I wasn't sorry that Tony woke up before I got out of the bedroom. Tony's eyes had been closed the entire time I sucked his cock, so I was free to ogle his ripped chest and big biceps, and I got a nice mouthful of his babymakers to start the day.

I prepared breakfast again, although we ate even later than on Saturday. Afterwards, Tony announced that he, Lang and I were going for a jog. The dude was obsessed with working out, and he told us that we had no choice after being slugs on Saturday. Lang reluctantly went along with Tony's plan and to my surprise, Tyhcinn joined in. It never occurred to me the geek did anything active unless forced in gym class.

Despite my repeated pleas to be permitted to wear shorts, Tyhcinn decreed that I was jogging in the nude. I had only my sneakers and the damn rubber band cock ring, which had become my permanent costume. Lang said that I had to lead, commenting that he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to watch my fabulous bubble butt in action.

I endured most of the jog with Tony guffawing and snickering behind me. Apparently Tyhcinn's Sharpie artwork, labeling my ass cheeks `Cumdump," jumped up and down with every step and Tony thought Tyhcinn's arty flying cocks looked like they were about to dive bomb my hole.

Fortunately, we took the path around the lake that ran through an area without houses or cabins. And it was early enough in the season that we didn't run into any other runners or hikers. We reached a small, deserted beach and Lang announced that, having chased my ass all the way, he now wanted to nail it. He dropped his shorts and released his sweaty cock from his jock strap.

I didn't wait for the order to suck. I was still panting from the run when I got on my knees and began slurping on the long dong. I kinda liked that it was wet and steamy already. Lang's balls were hanging low and bouncing off my chin as I chowed down on his fuck rod.

Damn. Sucking Lang's sweaty cock was turning me on. The redhead let me work his tool for a while, and while he'd said on Friday that he didn't like blow jobs, I began to wonder if he was going to nut in my mouth. I was sorta hoping that didn't happen. Not that I wasn't perfectly fine with sucking Lang off, but I wanted his dick in my ass. I hadn't had a dick in my ass all day long, and I wanted Lang to buttfuck me. Shit! What kind of slut had I become to be complaining that I hadn't been fucked when it wasn't even noon?

I needn't have worried about not getting Lang's piece in my ass. The big pitcher pulled me off his cock, bent me over the beach's lone picnic table and rammed his cock in my hole. I groaned and steeled myself to get fucked hard. This time, Lang wasn't settling for me riding him the way he did on the porch last night. Nope, the stud wanted to be in control and wanted fuck a tight hole. I was the lucky recipient.

Lang had been rutting in my ass for a couple of minutes when I realized that my hole wasn't sore at all. Why I'll never know. By all rights, my ravaged hole should have been raw as hell. But Lang's big prong felt incredibly good inside me. Again. My cock sure thought it felt good, because it was boned up and pre-cumming. It had gotten plenty of action on Friday, and I'd gotten off three times on Saturday, although my disappointing experience at the kitchen sink only sorta counted as a climax. But I was still hugely horny.

Tony took advantage of the situation, crawling on top of the picnic table and feeding me his cock. Unlike the funky way his cock had tasted this morning, now he tasted of soap and clean sweat. I sorta liked the morning funk better. I got a whiff of the stud's jock smell every time Tony shoved my nose into his crotch.

I had one jock cock in my ass and one in my mouth. Split roasted again. But not for long, because Lang was close and soon he slammed into my butt with all his might and blasted a load deep, deep inside me. Fucker was panting more from doing me than he had been on our jog.

Lang pulled out of my hole and wiped the last drop of his splooge on my ass cheeks, sort of marking me as a cumdump. I expected Tony to take possession of my ass once Lang pulled out, but Tony stayed where he was, alternating between face fucking me and letting me bob up and down on his fat prick. My asshole felt empty.

But not for long. I felt Tyhcinn move behind me and enter me with a sudden, violent thrust. I gasped.

I was now getting split roasted by black and brown dicks. Shit. Tyhcinn's python felt even better in my hole than Lang's had. My cock was pre-cumming like crazy, and I wasn't complaining about having my nose buried in Tony's trimmed black pubes and my face in between his muscular thighs. Damn, I was a slut.

I told myself that the only reason I was loving what Tyhcinn, Tony and Lang were doing to me was that I was super horny. But that assertion would fail the laugh test. Maybe I was a desperate whore because gay sex was new to me. Once the novelty wore off, maybe I'd become a normal sex-crazed teenager rather than the obsessed slut I'd been for two days. Somehow, Tyhcinn's black monster felt too damn good in my ass for me to believe that. And I knew it would be damn hard to pass up any opportunity to get face fucked by Tony's muscle cock or to ride Lang Long Dong.

Tony didn't last much longer than Lang had. He clamped his hands on my head at the same time he thrust his cock down my throat and I could feel his dick lurch and coat the inside of my mouth. I had my second mouthful of jock boy cum from Tony's smooth brown nuts since I woke up. He kept his prick inside my mouth for a while and let me lick it with my tongue before suddenly pulling out and saying, to no one in particular, "Fuck, sensitive!"

I was left with only Tyhcinn's black rod inside me. He grabbed my shaggy blond mop, pulling me upright and hissing in my ear, "Beat yourself off, bitch. I'm gonna fuck the cum out of you!"

Lang and Tony snickered, but I was beyond caring about how humiliating it was to be bred by a black nerd over a picnic table while frantically beating my own meat. All after having taken loads from Lang and Tony. Tyhcinn was ordering me to do exactly what I was desperate to do. My fist closed around my slippery cock and I let out a happy sigh as I began to stroke myself while squeezing my ass around Tyhcinn's prong.

Tyhcinn lifted one of my feet onto the bench of the picnic table so he could have better access to my hole, and I struggled to stay balanced on one foot as Tyhcinn punished my asshole. Fuck. My mouth tasted of Tony's spunk, and Tyhcinn's cock felt incredible inside my sloppy, already-seeded boi hole. I was soon moaning and muttering, "Fuck," under my breath.

"Yeah, jock boy," Tyhcinn hissed. "I've fucked the cum out of you every day so far, and I'm gonna do it again." Damn. My dick felt awesome, my ass felt awesome and I was on cloud nine.

I lost control. I groaned as cum rifled through my cock. A ribbon of thick white splooge arched through the air and splattered on the picnic table. Each thrust of Tyhcinn's fuck stick caused another spurt from my dick. Soon, the table was graced with long, stringy strands of spunk and my fingers were covered, too.

I was wobbly but Tyhcinn continued to pound my boi pussy. "Eat your jizz, bitch," he ordered. "You're pathetic." I numbly brought my fingers to my lips, sucking off the thick splooge.

Tyhcinn railed on my ass for another five minutes before he shot. His black python dumped a second volley of teen seed into my asshole. Despite having busted my nut, I was disappointed when he pulled out, leaving my ass feeling stretched and empty. Well, with Lang and Tyhcinn's loads buried deep in my hole, it was far from empty. But it was empty of a thick cock, and I missed that.

Tyhcinn wiped his cock on my lower back and ass cheeks, leaving wet, slimy streaks of boi cum. He turned me around and stared into my eyes. The geek knew I wanted to clean off his cock with my mouth and I was waiting for him to force me. He shook his head slightly and said, "Down." I was on my knees in an instant, licking his softening black rod and adding his cum and Lang's to the cum picnic I was enjoying.

"I'd say our blond jock boy do love to be blackballed," Lang snickered. Despite having a mouthful of Tyhcinn's oversized ass buster, I glared at the redhead, but he was spot on.

Tony shook his head. "Pathetic slut probably will never be able to cum again without a dick jizzing his ass." I turned my scowl to Tony. The dude was totally wrong. The memory of a cock sliding into my fuck chute would be more than enough to get me off. I wouldn't need a live cock or the fresh jizz, although either of those would do it, too.

On the return to the cabin, I discovered it's impossible to jog with your ass cheeks clenched. I tried desperately to pull it off, hoping to avoid Tyhcinn's and Lang's splooge spilling from my boi pussy, but it was hopeless. By the time we were barely 100 yards from the beach, the backs of both of my legs were coated with fresh teen cum.

My condition didn't go unnoticed by Lang, who once again was trailing behind me and admiring my bubble butt. Once we struggled back to the lake cabin, the Lang never even gave me a chance to catch my breath before hauling me onto our small dock and tossing me into the freezing lake. "Wash that spunk off the back of your legs, slut!" Lang laughed. I stumbled out of the lake wet and shivering, only to find Tyhcinn ordering me into the kitchen to make a late lunch.

We hit the lake Sunday afternoon. My parents had a big canoe that fit four easily. I begged Tyhcinn to let me wear some board shorts, but the skinny black geek laughed at me like I was crazy for asking and said simply, "If another boat gets near us, pretty boy, I guess you'll be doing a little skinny dipping again. But make sure you stay deep enough in the water to avoid embarrassing us."

In my job as all around servant and weekend slave, Tyhcinn forced me to row the boat to the other side of the lake, stark naked, while he, Tony and Lang drank a bottle of wine, ate cheese and crackers, and told me what a cock whore I was. Lang tied the twine attached to my rubber-band cock ring so that every time I leaned back to power into the oars, my cock got pulled down.

It didn't help that Tony was shirtless as usual. He had a nervous habit of flexing his biceps and pecs without even knowing he was doing it, but watching his pecs jump and his big biceps pop was driving me crazy. I was on the verge of cumming the entire trip. I probably would have if my shoulder muscles weren't aching so much from rowing.

I worried that someone on the lake would see me, but fortunately the only boats we noticed were far enough away not to be a threat. On the return trip, in the middle of the lake, Lang announced that he wanted to do it outdoors again. Shit. He'd already fucked me three times outdoors and I'd sucked him off around the campfire, but the dude was big into the outdoors thing.

I was happy to get a break from rowing, but rather than my arms and legs getting a workout, my mouth and ass got one. Tyhcinn ordered me down on each of the three teenaged cocks, and one by one I got the guys' dicks hard with my mouth and then they fucked my ass, telling me what a pussy I was.

Tyhcinn went first, stretching my hole so much that Tony, even with his fat prick, sank into me with no problem. When Lang got his big dong in my sperm-soaked boi pussy and went to town fucking my ass, I feared the canoe would capsize. The dude railed on me, bending over me while he kept my legs on his shoulders and pinned my knees on either side of my head.

I stared into Lang's intense blue eyes, which were the same color as the blue sky behind him. Backlit by the sun, Lang's red hair seemed like it was on fire. The dude's cock sure was on fire. I swear he was intent on ramming me so hard that I'd be propelled through the bottom of the boat.

"Yo, dude," Tyhcinn said to Lang, "Why don't you pull out and paint the bitch's face? I need a good picture of the slut's pretty face with a big load on it." Tony chimed in, agreeing. I don't think Tyhcinn cared at all about getting a picture. He and Tony were merely worried that Lang's fury fuck of my ass was going to cause the canoe to tip over.

Lang was so close that at that point he didn't care how he shot. He pulled out of my ass and climbed on me, his long, slender legs on either side of my chest. His wet, slippery cock hovered inches above my face. Lang grabbed his manhood with his huge fist and pumped a half dozen times before gasping.

I should have closed my eyes as soon as Lang started fisting his cock. But like an idiot I was watching the show, staring at the big pitcher's huge dong as it was about to fire a load of cum at me. Lang started to climax and let out a loud yell that I feared would make other boaters think we were sinking. I watched a graceful arc of thick white splooge shoot into the air from Lang's dick and, like an eye-seeking missile, aim perfectly toward my left eye. Too late I closed my eye, but enough spunk got under my eyelid to sting like crazy.

Almost worse was the second or third rocket of Lang's babymakers, which caught me square in the nose. With my eyes closed, I didn't see them coming, and was surprised enough when they hit that I instinctively breathed in through my nose. Big mistake. I got a nose full of fragrant boy cum, making me feel for instant like I was drowning in jock jizz. That would be a great headline: `Boy drowns in lake... without touching the water.'

Some of Lang's cum rockets ended up getting sucked all the way into my throat. I smelled cum for the rest of the day, unable to rid my nose of the odor.

Lang had decorated my face with ribbon after ribbon of white cum. Tony was laughing his guts out and Tyhcinn recorded the moment for posterity – or further blackmail. Whatever. I started to wipe the stuff off my face, but Lang grabbed my hand and said, "Don't let that go to waste, Ty-boy. Show me what a desperate bitch you are by rubbing that ball juice into your creamy white skin." He guided my hand back to my face and when we got underway, I had a layer of drying spunk ground into my chest, face and hair.

I was miserable during the remainder of the trip back to the lake cabin. Aside from my arms aching from rowing the canoe, there was no way to keep two teenaged loads of cum inside my ass as I rowed. I sat in a pool of cum the entire way, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Tyhcinn, who forced me to lick the accumulated boy batter off the aluminum canoe seat when we arrived at the house.

Sunday night was another night around the campfire and another round of blow jobs after dinner. Lang got it started when he grabbed his crotch and announced, "Hey, slut boy. I've got your dessert right here in my big balls. A little hot, milky cream. The only problem is that you gotta work to get it. But I know you don't mind." Well, I didn't mind. Hell, not only didn't I mind, but I apparently couldn't get enough dick. I'd been debating which cock I wanted to suck before Lang brought it up. But I sure as hell wasn't admitting that fact.

I dutifully went down on the big pitcher, finishing him off and then doing the honors on Tyhcinn and finally Tony. Lang shot a nice load, Tony's spunk barely oozed from his cock, but Tyhcinn fired like a faucet. I was realizing that the fucker had overactive balls.

Happily, the accumulation of alcohol meant that the dudes were not up for seconds. But as we got ready to hit the sack, I had mixed feelings about the impending end of the weekend. Part of me was relieved that I had less than 24 hours of hell before I'd be done with the three assholes forever. And part of me was not looking forward to going back to getting off with my hand and sticking my fingers into my boi pussy rather than getting ridden by stiff cocks.

Lang got his one-on-one turn with me on Sunday night. Unlike Tony, Lang wasn't into blow jobs, but the fucker loved having his dick in my boi pussy. Actually, he told me he loved my mouth, but he loved my ass even more.

The dude had a problem because girls complained that he was too big and wouldn't let him dick their pussies. That only made Lang more desperate for a tight hole. I didn't complain. Hell, I was happy to get balled by the big pitcher and, in my idiotic competitive way, eager to demonstrate that I could take whatever buttfucking Lang could dish out, unlike his slutty girlfriends. Well, calling his girlfriends slutty was like the kettle calling the pot black. I was a slutty, cock crazed gay boy.

Lang put me face down on the bed and mounted me, his tall, lanky body covering mine as he sank his long dong into my whore hole. I fought against admitting it, but deep down I liked being underneath the guy and feeling his big hands grab my shoulders as he rutted in my ass. And rutted was what he did; he was like an untamed animal, intent on getting his rocks off and using my hole to do it.

The bed was bouncing and hitting the wall as Lang pummeled me, and I fully expected Tyhcinn and Tony to complain about the noise. I could see why girls got afraid around Lang when he was horned up. The size of his cock was only one of Lang's problems; if he fucked girls half as rough as he did me, I could see them being terrified. But his rough fuck had the reverse effect on me. Bring it on! I was happy to take whatever he dished out.

Lang seeded me once as soon as we were in bed, but didn't pull his long dick from my hole and gradually got hard again while still inside me. He rolled on his back, keeping his cock buried in my boi pussy and positioning me to ride him. Unlike the night before, this time I was facing Lang and watching his big hands grab my hips. The dim light in the cabin made his arms look extra veiny.

"Fuck yourself on my big pole," Lang said. In a reprise of my efforts on the porch the previous night, I bounced up and down on his rod until sweat was dripping from my face. I finally got him off, but in accomplishing that task, I churned Lang's first load of jizz into cum butter in my ass.

Once Lang's jizz jetted deep into my boi pussy, I was so beat that I fell forward, pressing against Lang's chest. His cock remained buried inside me. I hadn't exactly slept much the prior two nights, not with Tyhcinn drilling my boi pussy constantly and Tony's snoring. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was feeling Lang's chest rise and fall, hearing his heart beat, and enjoying the warm sense of having my ass impaled on the dude's dick.

Lang and I both woke up during the middle of the night. Either some bird or animal was nearby or Tyhcinn and Tony had made some noise. Tony was probably snoring again, although maybe that wasn't it, because after the initial sound we didn't hear anything else.

In any event, I didn't have long to contemplate what the noise might have been because Lang's long dong was still inside me and the tall stud growled, "Fuck yeah. You're such a hungry cock whore that you're stuffing my dick into your boi pussy while I'm asleep. But don't worry. I got another load of babymakers just ready to juice your tight bubble but. I'm gonna breed your slut hole."

Fuck. Could Lang be right that I'd shimmied onto his cock in my sleep? That seemed improbable, but it also seemed unlikely that Lang's cock could have stayed in me after I went to sleep on him and rolled onto my side. Maybe Lang was such a horn dog that he'd penetrated me in his sleep without me knowing it. Still, I couldn't rule out the possibility that I'd subconsciously backed my butt into Lang's stomach and guided his cock into my stretched hole.

Lang draped a long leg over me to brace my body and he began to drive his stiffening cock into my ass. "Fuck, yeah, Ty-boy. Your fucking boi pussy fits my big dick perfectly. And you're such a hungry slut that you'd milk me dry if you could. But that ain't happening. I've never been with a girl or a boy who could keep up with my dick. But you're just the whore who can do it."

Shit. I felt a warm happiness from Lang's compliment. And yeah, I'd let him do me any time, the more the merrier.

The lanky stud fucked me on my side, but seeded me again in a surprisingly short time. For the second time, I drifted off with the long dong filling my hole.

It was downright eerie when I woke in the morning and discovered Lang's damn prick was still in my hole. This time I was pretty sure Lang had slipped it in while I was sleeping. Regardless, Lang rolled on top of me and worked off his morning wood by breeding my sloppy boi cunt again. Compared to his frenzy fucks last night and in the boat, this fuck was mellow and relaxed. At least by Lang's standards. The bed was still jumping and hitting the wall as his long dong deposited his seed deep into my hole.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Only one day of the long weekend remains. A surprise or two (and some sex, too, believe it or not) are still in store.

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