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TAMED JOCK GOES CRAZY
By Colton Aalto
CHAPTER 11 - 9:30 P.M. - TYHCINN
My house was vacant when I arrived after jogging back from the gym carrying my backpack of dirty clothes. That plus an ass full of Piers' thick college-boy cum, not to mention Marshall's and Dillon's loads and... well, I could go on.
My mom left a note saying that she and my father were going to a movie, but my dinner was in the fridge. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to deal with them. At the gym I'd debated taking a quick shower, but I was starving so I opted not to, instead hoping they wouldn't smell sex on me. Since they weren't home, I wouldn't have to put on a shirt or worry about them detecting anything suspicious. Like the smell of fresh cum that I couldn't seem to shake. Not that I wanted to.
Eating alone also gave me time to think through what had gone down since I crawled out of bed early this morning. I did a quick mental inventory as I wolfed down dinner. Over the course of the day I'd fucked three guys. Tony was a repeat, but Coach and Piers had doubled my count of asses I'd balled from two – Lang and Tony – to four. I never tired of plugging Tony's muscle-teen ass but getting my cock into Coach and Piers was something else. It never occurred to me that I'd be lucky enough to do a man like Coach, and I hoped that fucking Piers would be an early indication of hot college dudes awaiting me after I started school. That was only three weeks away.
I'd blown three other dudes and in the process doubled the number cocks that had jizzed my mouth. I'd savored the flavor of Yves' black ball nut all morning, then enjoyed the lingering taste of Creed's thick mix and Rai's big load all afternoon. I debated which mouthful of cum tasted the best. Damn, I'd love to slurp down all three guys' babymakers again.
Fucking three guys and sucking off three more during a single day firmly established me as a gay slut, without even getting to the small detail that I'd taken it up the ass from dawn to dusk. Thirteen different cocks had penetrated my boi pussy and seeded it. I'd been down and dirty and a baker's dozen of dudes. When I got up today, I'd been with three guys. I'd be going to bed having been with fourteen. That put me off the charts as a cock whore. It was a little staggering.
I'd do it all again. Hell, I'd do every single one of those guys again. Most had been hot, but I was enough of a slut that I'd give it up to dudes nobody would ever consider hot. Like Mel. I'd go down on Creed again too. As much as I got off on hooking up with studs like Rai and Nils, there was something kinky and dirty about getting it on with men who weren't hot. It was sick and blatantly sexual, but I was enough of a cock whore to get off on it. Fuck. I'd let anyone do me.
The odds were good that I'd have encores with most of the dudes who'd enjoyed my holes. A good number wanted to hook up with me again. Knowing that they'd enjoyed the sex enough the first time to want seconds gave me a warm feeling. I already was meeting guys the next three days – my sorta date with the skater dude from the park tomorrow, assuming he showed, then Aiden on Sunday and Piers on Monday. I had standing engagements during the week with Tony and Lang, and now Xavier had me on that list, too. I might not hookup again with each of my dirty dozen-plus-one, but then again I might. My cock began to stiffen as I relived my first day as a full-fledged cum dump.
Tyhcinn was correct about what I was. A cock whore. I didn't give a shit who knew. Okay, it wouldn't be cool for my parents to find out. But I was perfectly happy to have the entire corps of pool boys I worked with know I was a gay slut who hooked up with more guys than merely Lang. There might be a few who, like Piers, would do a dude. Piers had turned out to be a gay closet case, but I'd accommodate bi or straight boys who wanted to dump a load, too. Like Klahan. Or Kyle. Maybe a couple of the other pool boys were gay like Piers.
As for my upcoming stint at college, I was fine if Xavier and Yves introduced me as their fuck toy. I smiled as I recalled Xavier saying both studs thought blond boys looked good on a black stick and describing how they were going to pass me back and forth and butt-fuck me until I couldn't walk. They were roommates and I had a vision of spending the night in their dorm room, shuttling from bed to bed as the two studs competed to see who could shoot the most black nut into my pale white ass.
I showered to wash off the day's sweat and clean out my sloppy boi hole. By all rights my ass should have been so sore that I couldn't take a cock for a week, but it wasn't. It was tingly and stretched wide but didn't feel bad. Maybe it felt drunk instead. Drunk on ball juice.
My shower turned into a long and leisurely one. I thought the cum would never stop dribbling out of my bottom. Poking a soapy finger into my hole to clean it out felt so damn good that I got hard and contemplated whacking off. I stroked myself on and off for an extended spell but eventually stopped. I was hoping Tyhcinn would text me.
My hair was still damp when my cell announced a new message and, sure enough, it was from the black nerd. He texted, `rents gone, door open.' Contemplating one final fuck for the day, my dick jumped. I'd be getting some big black cock for a nightcap. A nice bookend to the way I'd started my day.
I hurriedly dressed, climbing into the sluttiest outfit I had. It consisted of a threadbare T-shirt – cropped to show off my abs – and a faded pair of jean cutoffs that were far too tight and far too skimpy.
The legs of the cutoffs had been completely chopped off, with the inseam being reduced to nothing. Indeed, the only thing attaching the front and back of the shorts and keeping the cutoffs from being a jean skirt was the seam at the bottom between what once had been the legs. The pockets had been removed to keep them from showing, which meant I could stick my hand where the pocket had once been and adjust my junk. Very convenient. The cutoffs barely covered my ass cheeks and did little to keep my cock and balls from slipping out of the leg hole.
They were vintage, having been my dad's. I didn't think guys had worn anything that short for like a hundred years, but I found them in a trunk in our attic along with some pictures of my dad when he was in high school in 1979. He had long, blow-dried hair and showed plenty of skin. He was exactly how I pictured a disco-era male hustler. I wondered if he had as much trouble keeping his junk inside the cutoffs as I did. Of course, he probably wore underwear; I was going commando.
The outfit was over the top, but Tyhcinn liked it, not that I kept it on long when I was around him. I only wore it when I knew I wouldn't see his parents or mine or, for that matter, anyone else. It was that embarrassing.
I carefully let myself into Tyhcinn's front door, creeping upstairs through the darkened house to his room. Predictably he was staring at his computer. He heard me enter and spun around in his desk chair. He gave me a long, appraising look and nodded his approval. "Nice look, slut. It makes you look cheap and sleazy. In other words, accurate advertising for what you are. The perfect image for a jock-boy cock hound. Especially without underwear."
I knew better than to wear underwear around Tyhcinn. I replied, "Thank you, sir."
It was easy to pinpoint exactly when I'd started calling Tyhcinn `sir' – the night before our high school graduation. On one hand it was stupid because we were the same age and had grown up together. But that was when I accepted who I was and gave into my hunger to be dominated by the black nerd. Once I'd embraced it, calling Tyhcinn `sir' felt right. It still felt right. Completely right. When I slipped and called him `sir' in public, people merely thought I was goofing.
Tyhcinn paused and gave me an annoyed look. "I'm waiting."
I knew the drill. I slipped out of my T-shirt and cutoffs, folding them carefully and placing them next to Tyhcinn's door. I retrieved a makeshift cock ring from a hook where Tyhcinn kept it and carefully fitted it around my junk.
The cock ring was a vestige of my crazy Memorial Day fuckfest with Tyhcinn, Tony and Lang. Tyhcinn created it by taking a thick rubber band and tying some twine to it. He put it around the base of my cock and announced that anyone who wanted to take me out for a walk needed to keep me on a leash. Tony and Lang thought it was hilarious. At the time I'd been furious and humiliated, but helpless to complain. Now the homemade cock ring made me hard whenever I saw it. I loved encasing my junk in it for Tyhcinn. My junk loved it, too.
Fitted with my cock ring and leash, I dropped to my knees, folded my arms behind my back and straightened my shoulders. I waited, holding myself at attention, my eyes riveted on the wall behind Tyhcinn. I was in what Tyhcinn called my ready position.
Tyhcinn turned back to his computer, scrolling through texts or emails or something else. For all I knew, he was reading a research article. Or looking at gay porn. I waited calmly, knowing better than to say anything unless I was spoken to. My cock had been semi-hard when I stripped but encouraged by the cock ring, it stiffened until it was rigid. A drop of pre-cum appeared in my piss slit. I was excited as hell.
I waited for Tyhcinn to signal that he was ready for me. It came when he turned to face me and spread his legs wide open. He groped his huge package one time, never taking his eyes off his iPad. I knew what he wanted.
I crept forward and crawled in between his skinny legs, reaching for his junk and releasing it from his briefs and shorts. Even soft, Tyhcinn's manhood was impressive. It would have been eye-opening in between the thick thighs of a huge bodybuilder, but juxtaposed next to his thin, twinky body, it was dramatic. If I'd seen a picture of it on the internet, I'd have been certain it was photoshopped. It didn't look real.
Not only was it real, it felt as good as it looked. I lifted it in my hand, struck as always by its sheer weight and heft. It was an assault weapon and I was about to fire it up.
I bent forward, beginning to lick the shaft. Tyhcinn's piece slowly responded, beginning what I knew from experience would be a steady thickening until it was impossibly hard and massive. Concentrating on his dick, I took the head into my mouth and sucked, then gradually took more and more of the bull cock down my throat. The only way I could get the entire thing in my mouth was to deep throat it before it got completely erect.
Soon, every inch of Tyhcinn's dong had snaked down my throat and I began to slowly bob up and down, sucking in the way he liked. He never looked up from his iPad, but I knew I was doing a good job. If I been fucking up, the geek would have told me instantly. Once or twice, he sighed, "Oh yeah." I loved being on my knees in front of the dweeb and giving him head.
I speeded up my suck show, enjoying the feeling of the black rod pressing against the sides of my throat. It had taken me a while to learn how to breathe without gagging while Tyhcinn's pole was down my throat. The thing was so massive that I still choked every now and then. But I was kinda proud that I could go all the way down on him.
Tyhcinn glanced up from his iPad and grinned. "You look damn good with black dick in your mouth, pretty boy." Weird. I'd started my day sucking Xavier, and he'd said the exact same thing. I liked the compliment from Xavier, but I loved it from Tyhcinn.
He began to thrust upwards ever so slightly with his groin, flexing his butt cheeks. I knew he was getting close. I sucked like a madman, trying to get him off. He moaned slightly and hissed, "Swallow slut." He'd said the same thing to me the first time I went down on him. Then, I considered swallowing his spunk to be the grossest thing in the world. Now I couldn't get enough of it. Yves' and Rai's nut had been great, and frankly Creed's cum was super-tasty, with the consistency of molasses. Yet in my mind nothing was better than Tyhcinn's thick ball juice. I eagerly awaited the day's third mouthful of black nut.
His cock erupted in my mouth and I sucked greedily, knowing the nerd would shoot so fast and furious that I had to swallow as quickly as I could to keep the jizz from overflowing. Even though I'd been with Tyhcinn the night before, he flooded my mouth. I was always amazed at how much spunk his black eggs produced. I loved it all.
Breathing deeply, Tyhcinn said, "You do good work, slut."
"Thank you, sir!" I gushed, enjoying the salty, tangy taste of his nut.
Tyhcinn went back work on his iPad and I returned to my ready position, mesmerized by the sight of his softening cock, which flopped all the way to his hip. Despite being on my knees, I held my body erect and stiff, the equivalent of standing at attention. My rod, excited by the blow job and kept hard by the cock ring, was like a rock. A throbbing, leaky rock, desperately seeking attention. From the corner of my eye, I saw a long trail of pre-cum dangling from the head. It would reach the ground in a minute or two. I'd have to lick it off the floor when Tyhcinn gave me permission to move.
I could watch the skinny teenager in my rigid ready pose for hours. It was odd. We'd been best friends growing up, more-or-less inseparable. However, when we hit high school, I got it in my head that jocks didn't hang with nerds and because I was a jock and Tyhcinn was a nerd, I couldn't been seen with him. I'd broken off the friendship and, frankly, was a jerk. Memorial Day, plus what came afterwards, changed all of that. Less than a month after Tyhcinn took my cherry, I'd accepted that I wanted to be dominated by the black twink. I needed it. I wasn't complete without it.
Others saw Tyhcinn as a hopeless geek, hiding behind thick glasses with his head stuck in a book or in front of a computer screen all day. I saw him as the smartest dude on the planet. He never opened his mouth unless he was certain he was correct and never was wrong. He understood me better than anyone, inside and out, completely. I wanted him to dominate me. I wanted nothing more than to serve him. It felt right.
Tyhcinn finished on his iPad, glanced up at me and said, "Let's go for a walk, pretty boy."
This was new. Usually he told me to suck him until he was hard again and then had me hop on his bed, throw my legs in the air and stretch my ass crack. Sometimes he would fuck me doggy style. I loved it all.
I got to my feet, making sure to keep my arms clasped behind my back, and Tyhcinn grabbed the long twine attached to my cock ring. He led me down the stairs and into his back yard, where he plopped down on a chaise lounge. I stood hesitantly, at attention but waiting for instructions and prepared to drop into my ready position in a moment.
Tyhcinn tugged off his T-shirt and slipped out of his shorts and underwear. The moon hadn't yet risen, so the night was pitch black. Tyhcinn blended into the darkness so much that he was only a vague outline. He lazily grabbed his cock, squeezing it slightly. "I don't think I've fucked you outside since we were at your parents' cabin over Memorial Day."
"No, sir." Maybe outdoor sex was the theme of the day. So far, I'd gotten fucked six times in nature. My open-air bottoming had started with the blond brothers Aiden and Ashton, picked up again after lunch with Mel, Rai and Nils, and then finished with Piers. Apparently I wasn't finished quite yet.
"That needs to change. Get on your knees and get me hard, and then ride me. You're gonna impale yourself on my dong. And you're gonna work so hard to get my nut that you'll be dripping with sweat."
"Yes, sir!"
I saw Tyhcinn's white teeth as he flashed a smile. I wasted no time in crawling between his thin, bony legs for the second time and beginning to work his shaft. I massaged his big balls with one hand while I kept the other clamped around the base of his big black cock. Soon the black boy's dick was rigid and I crawled on top of him, positioning my ass over his dripping-wet rod.
The head of Tyhcinn's dick was huge and I had a moment of doubt. I always did when it was about to penetrate me. But with some effort, I got it past my sphincter and moaned as the sensation of being filled with cock washed over me. I steadily lowered myself on Tyhcinn's manhood, relishing the feeling of it opening me up and forcing its way inside me.
I soon was sitting on the nerd's lap, his cock completely inside me. God it felt good. My ass was made for his dick. And yeah, it helped a ton that my hole had been opened by thirteen dicks before Tyhcinn made it an even fourteen.
I began to slowly raise up and lower myself, but if felt so damn good that soon I was bouncing up and down like a sex-crazed maniac. Which I was. I mean, Tyhcinn's cock was the fourteenth to occupy my boi pussy during the day and I still couldn't get enough. My ass felt full and glorious.
Tyhcinn whispered, "Ride it bitch. But make me feel good." It was his subtle way of telling me I was enjoying myself too much and not focusing on job one – servicing his big cock. I'd had my eyes closed but now I stared directly at the black teen, looking for signals about what I should do. I clenched my ass as I dropped down on his rigid rod and he nodded slightly, letting me know he liked me pressuring his pole. I did it repeatedly, clamping by ass around his monster prick.
Tyhcinn wanted me to work up a sweat riding him, and in the muggy night air it was happening. I kept wiping sweat off my brow, but as soon as I did, it was back. My hair was plastered to my head and trickles ran down my back. Some of it reached my crack and actually helped lube my ass as I bounced up and down on Tyhcinn's python.
My own boner flopped up and down between my hard abs and Tyhcinn's flat stomach. I felt my nut building. If I fisted myself, I'd blast a load in seconds. I knew better than to do that. I was only permitted to climax when Tyhcinn gave me the green light and he'd given no indication of that. Some nights he sent me home without nutting. This might be one of those times but I had no choice.
"Work that cock, jock boy. Use your ass to milk it. This is what you want, isn't it? To have my stiff shaft buried inside you?"
I gave him a high-pitched moan of agreement.
Lactic acid was building in my thighs as I raised and lowered myself continually. I ignored the burn and zoned out, feeling nothing but Tyhcinn's bull cock continually splitting my ass and occupying my hole. The black twink began to lift upward, meeting my downward motions. I swear I felt his cock pressing against my abs from the inside.
For a long while we moved in unison, Tyhcinn thrusting up as I powered down, and Tyhcinn splitting me as I clenched my glutes around his manhood. I was in nirvana. Exactly where I wanted to be. Impaled on the biggest cock I'd ever touched and servicing the man who dominated me.
I sensed he was about to climax before the first blast of jizz fired into my hole. He clamped my hips down, growling, "Fuck yeah, take my cum!" He held me still as wave after wave of cum rocketed deep into my ass. Panting, I gazed down at the black boy who had just bred me.
"Don't move," Tyhcinn said quietly. "My dick stays inside you."
I was fine with that. Better than fine, I loved it. Nothing worse than the empty feeling when a dude pulls out after seeding your ass.
"My cock isn't first one to use your ass today. Not be a long shot. You may have tried to clean it out before you got here, but you failed. Your hole is wet with ball juice."
"Yes, sir," I panted.
Tyhcinn smiled. "So, you're giving in to your inner cock whore? How many men bred you today?"
"Thirteen, sir. Fourteen counting you."
If Tyhcinn was surprised, he didn't let on. That was one of the things that impressed me about him. He always knew what was coming, regardless of how outlandish it was.
He prompted me to detail my sex frolics. It took a while. Nothing I'd done phased him, even letting Mel dick me and sucking off Creed. He wasn't fazed when I admitted to having sex with Coach. Oddly, he asked if Lang and I had seen Lachlan Patten at his house. I conceded that we had and confessed my suspicion about his security cameras recording my foursome with Lang, Marshall and Dillon. Tyhcinn was impassive, impossible to read. Fuck, for all I knew he designed the damn camera system for Patten. He might even have a feed of it directly to his iPad.
Tyhcinn took an interest in my texts with Quyen. "Good. He likes blonds. He likes jocks. He likes boys with ripped bodies. In other words, you. I'm happy he's being assertive. That suck and swallow, squirm and squeal line is inspired. I wish I had thought of it. It's what you both crave.
"Here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna keep texting him, telling him every day you're ready to S&S, S&S. Beg to suck him. Beg him to butt-fuck you. Despite what he texted, the dude lacks self-confidence. When he discovers how desperate you are to service him, it'll do wonders for his ego. It's exactly what you want anyway. He may want to suck you; he's fond of going down on dudes. However, you can't give any hint that you expect anything in return for giving him the use of your body. You're on a one-way street with him, all give and no take. Got it?"
I readily agreed. It was nothing more than what a good cock whore would do anyway.
"Come to think of it, he'll want to tie you up and fuck you silly, but he'll never suggest it. So that's your job. Tell him you're really into bondage and it's your fantasy to get bound and balled. When he's done, you're gonna beg him to do you again.
"One other thing. Wear your jock strap when you hookup with him. Turns the dude on." Nothing Tyhcinn had described would be a problem. The jock strap would be easy. I wore one every day under my swim trunks and baseball uniform.
I finished recounting my day by telling Tyhcinn about flip-flop fucking with Piers in the woods. Despite my long tale, the nerd's cock was still imbedded in my cummy hole although he'd softened. Helped by my cock ring, my own cock was still hard, but maybe not as hard as it had been when I'd been riding Tyhcinn's black monster.
"It's good you're accepting what you are, Tyler. But you've created a problem for me."
"Sir?"
"A full-fledged cock whore needs someone to control him. To set boundaries and tell him what he has to do. That's my role now, but only for another month until we both leave for college. Not even a month. Three weeks. I need to find someone to take over. But that's my problem; don't worry about it.
"In case you're wondering, Xavier and Yves don't fit the bill. I know those dudes and you're gonna let them use your holes whenever they want. Understand? They'll keep your ass well-seeded and they're mouthy enough to constantly remind you of what you are. A cum dump. Even worse is Zain, who you haven't met yet. He's one of Xavier's and Yves's black basketball buddies, but unlike those skinny rails, he's a mountain of motherfucking muscle. If you think they're horny as all fuck, Zain will teach you what hornyness really is. He thinks blond boys in jock straps are on the planet for one reason and one reason alone, and that's so he can use their boi pussies as convenient cum dumps. He's gotten in a lot of trouble because of that, but you're gonna solve that problem for him and keep him on the straight and narrow. Well, not exactly straight. I told him whenever he gets horny, he should use your tight hole rather than pummeling some poor white boy who thinks he knows what he's getting into but doesn't realize how much pain a black assault weapon can cause once it's unleashed inside an ass. Zain knows that you're his to fuck whenever he wants. So be warned. When he sees you, he's as likely to take you then and there as he is to ask what's up. Do us all a favor and get him someplace halfway private before he gets his dick in your mouth or your ass.
"As good as those three dudes will be at keeping you bred and seeded, they're not responsible enough to take on supervision of a born cock whore. After Yves told me this morning that he'd had you, I realized I needed to do some investigating to find the right person to turn you over to. I have some ideas."
"Yes, sir, I understand."
I didn't totally understand, but I digested enough to realize Tyhcinn would find someone at my college to take over for him. I was so into servicing his black cock that I didn't want anyone different, but continuing the status quo wasn't an option given we'd be in separate parts of the country in less than a month. Still, the idea that I'd spend my freshman year at the beck and call of a man Tyhcinn would choose, available to service him at a moments' notice, was kinda hot. And yeah, I was looking forward to seeing Xavier and Yves again and meeting Zain, although it sounded like Zain would be more interested in meating me than meeting me.
"Enough about that. Right now, I'm fucking your ass the way that it was meant to be fucked. You may have ridden dick all day long, but now you're gonna be bred like the cock whore you are." My tool jumped at the prospect.
Tyhcinn extracted his dick from my hole and rose from his lounge chair. He pointed to the ground. "On your knees. Get me hard." I eagerly dropped to the ground and took his soft dick into my mouth, tasting his cum as I washed it and sucked him into a hard on. His erection appeared in much less time than I expected given that he'd blown two loads, one in each of my holes.
Tyhcinn guided me to a kid's swing set that his dad installed in the backyard years ago. We used to spend hours there when we were in grade school, seeing how high we could go. He motioned me onto the swing. It was hard for us to climb into when we were kids, but now it was the perfect height. Wrapping my legs around the chains holding the swing, my ass was in the perfect position to take Tyhcinn's stiff shaft.
I clung to my knees as Tyhcinn aimed the head of his cock at my open hole. He poked inside slightly and then grabbed my hips, ramming his python all the way inside in one quick and brutal thrust. I gasped involuntarily, feeling his dick fill my hole. "That's right, bitch," he snarled. "Now that you've embraced what you are, I can breed you like a good cock whore needs to be bred. This is what you were born for. To service hard cocks. The bigger the better. I'm gonna go so deep inside you that you'll never the same."
I moaned, getting high from how Tyhcinn's rod felt inside my sloppy, cum-filled hole. As much fun as I'd had on the swing set growing up, this was what I would always remember when I looked at it. Swinging on the black nerd's big prong.
He stepped forward so that I was balanced on his pole, with my own weight forcing it deeper and deeper inside me. Tyhcinn announced, "We need to keep your balls and dick out the way, slut." He grabbed the twine attached to my rubber-band cock ring and wrapped it around my neck, pulling my junk tight. With the entrance to my fuck chute wide open, he ground his shaft into my ass. "How does that feel inside you, slut?"
"Wonderful! I want you to fuck me so bad!"
"I'm going to fuck your brains out. Turns out the rents changed plans and I'll be gone for the next two weeks rather than one, so I'm going to give you a breeding you'll remember until I get back." He forced me up until his cock was almost out of my hole, then let me drop back down. Feeling his slippery tool slide into me almost made me cum without touching myself.
The swing turned out to be a great poor-man's sling. It would have worked better if I'd had something to lean back on, but I probably wouldn't have been able to anyway, given the way my cock ring was tied to my neck. I hooked my arms around my knees and stayed balanced. Tyhcinn delivered a brutal fuck and I loved it. He pounded into my ass unmercifully, using the motion of the swing to help him impale me deeper than ever. It was a good thing neither of our parents were home. The jangling of the swing's chains would have made them wonder what the hell we were doing.
Tyhcinn pummeled my ass repeatedly. His skinny arms and chest began to glisten with sweat. Every time I thought he might be getting close, he merely ramped up the pace and fucked my defenseless hole even faster and harder. I was reduced to a whimpering wreck. My cock, encouraged by constant tugging of the cock ring, stayed rock hard and I was so turned on that I feared I'd shoot hands-free. I probably would have if it hadn't been for the load I'd dumped in Piers' ass barely two hours ago.
After subjecting me to a long and devastating fuck, Tyhcinn nutted, spewing jizz into my ass for the second time. He kept his dick inside me but as he climaxed he'd taken another step under the swing, so the angle of the swing kept my ass impaled on his cock. I was a quivering mess.
"Beat yourself off, slut. I want a demonstration of how much you love being my personal fuck toy."
"Thank you, sir!" I exhaled. I grabbed my slippery, rock-hard cock, but I didn't get far whacking off. Indeed I didn't get a stroke completed before the pressure of my hand set my dick off and it fired. I frantically slid my fist up and down as my spunk splattered on my abs. It was a sad load, although it was my fifth of the day, so I suppose it wasn't that bad.
After my cock squirted for the last time and Tyhcinn said, "You know what to do, slut." I greedily scooped my jizz into my mouth, getting plenty of salty sweat, too. Tyhcinn looked at my softening boner and said, "I like seeing your cock hard, Tyler. I shouldn't have let you come. You're too adorable with that big, leaky dick." He flicked my tool, making it smack against my abs.
Tyhcinn pulled out. As much as I missed the feeling of his manhood buried inside me, I was relieved, because my arms and back were killing me. Not that I wouldn't swing with Tyhcinn again, but a real sling would be better.
We returned to the house, Tyhcinn leading me by the leash, telling me to keep my arms folded behind my back. Once inside his room, he pointed to my neatly stacked clothes and said, "Your parents aren't home and mine aren't either, so carry those home. No need to get dressed. But hang your cock ring up before you go." I extricated my junk, carefully hung the ring on its hook, ready for my next visit, and collected my clothes.
Tyhcinn already had his nose stuck in his iPad but he looked up as I exited and said, "I'm coming home a day before the `rents, two weeks from Saturday. I'm gonna be hornier than hell after two weeks of not having your ass to fuck. Tell your parents that we're gonna do a sleepover. Just like old times. Well, not exactly like old times, because the popcorn is gonna be seasoned with my cum rather than merely butter.
"One other thing. Make sure your ass takes plenty of cock that day. It was superb tonight. I shoved my dick in your whore hole and didn't have to wait for you to relax. Your ass was perfect for my rod. I like being able to fuck fast right off the bat. So slut it up that Saturday, pretty boy. While I'm sitting on the plane coming home, you'd better be sitting on an army of stiff cocks, opening up your fuck chute. We're gonna spend the night together, just you and me, and my big black cock is gonna live inside your holes. You're gonna go to sleep with my tool inside you and wake up with it inside you."
"Yes sir!" Hearing Tyhcinn describe the night was making my boner stiffen again. Fuck. I'd been hard off and on all day long but still couldn't get enough.
"Remember, slut. Have your ass loose and juiced for me. Loose and juiced."
My mom would be cool with a sleep-over with Tyhcinn. Hell, we'd been doing it since we were little kids, other than a break in high school when I turned into a jerk jock. My dad wouldn't be happy about it but wouldn't object.
Getting dicked enough times to open my boi pussy wide would take some planning, but I was up for the challenge. Tony could be counted on to do me at the gym first thing in the morning like he usually did, and since he wouldn't have to rush off for work, maybe he'd be good for seconds. Lang would be easy. He'd be up for a go at my ass in between our baseball games and probably afterwards, too.
There was another dude on the team, our second baseman, who I suspected might be interested in dumping cum in a hot hole. Predictably Lang had made it an open secret that he was balling me, and when the dude made a suggestive comment a week or two ago, I'd blown it off in embarrassment. But in my new, cock-whore persona, I'd be the one making the suggestive comments. The guy was a short, wiry dude with boundless energy. I hoped he'd use that boundless energy to piston-fuck my ass.
I could run through my new little black book. Aid and Ash would be gone, but between Xavier, Yves, Rai and Nils, Coach, Marshall, Dillon and Piers, surely I could find a couple of dudes who were horny enough to seed my boi pussy. Given how promising my first day as a cock whore had been, I might have other prospects by then. Like Quyen or the skater. Maybe Piers would advertise my availability to some of his college buddies or the pool boys.
I'd be ready for Tyhcinn's monster dong. Thinking about sleeping with the geek and waking up with his manhood jammed in me made my cock plump up.
Fuck. I'd better get my ass home fast before my parents returned. And hope that nobody happened to be driving or walking by as I sprinted down the street. They'd wonder why a naked dude was racing down the street with a stiff boner bouncing up and down. Actually, if I was caught streaking, it might be less embarrassing than wearing my late `70s slut outfit. Happily, there was no moon so I had a good chance of making it unseen.
I'd sleep like a baby tonight after my crazy, cock-whore day.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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