Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2016 15:39:46 -0700
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: The Taming of the Jock - chapter 9

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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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