Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2016 14:34:04 -0700
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: The Taming of the Jock - chapter 8

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THE TAMING OF THE JOCK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER EIGHT

As if channeling my fears, Tony decided it would be a hoot to recreate
Jackson's tale of fucking his girlfriend's twin brother Danny in the bed of
a moving pickup. Tony had the truck and I, Of course, was to star in
Danny's role as the bound fuckee. Tony was excited about the idea of
driving around the lake while Lang and Tyhcinn dicked me in the bed of his
pickup.

Not quite believing it would happen, I watched Tony retrieve his keys from
the cabin. But when Tony returned, Tyhcinn intervened and told him that he
was too drunk to drive and getting caught wouldn't be cool. For a split
second, I thought I was off the hook, but Tyhcinn gave me an evil glare and
said that he'd have to drive because Lang was too drunk, too. Tony whooped
and he and Lang scrambled to tie my wrists and ankles to the corners of the
bed of the pickup.

When I was bound, Tony spanked my ass with his bare hand and announced,
"It's your lucky day, Ty-boy! The Ty-ass is gonna have some fun now! I
wanna see if it's as tight now as it was yesterday. I hope Tyhcinn didn't
destroy a perfectly wonderful ass last night with his big black cock."

Okay, I wasn't totally hating the idea of getting balled by Tony and
Lang. My cock had swollen up as Tony and Lang bound my wrists and
ankles. At least I was face down so they couldn't detect how excited I was.

Tony was hard merely contemplating the prospect of burying his eager teen
tool inside my fuck chute. He lubed his cock and greased my defenseless
hole, and rammed his piece inside me even before Tyhcinn pulled away from
the lake cabin. I grunted as Tony held his dick deep in my ass.

"Your ass feels good, bitch," Tony snickered. "Fuck, I think its tighter
than it was yesterday. And dude, you got a nice bubble butt to cushion my
push'ng."

Tony pulled out slightly before grinding his cock back inside my hole. He
began to plow me, slowly at first. "Fuck, Ty-boy. You have one bad
ass. Made for cock. You know you're gonna get butt fucked whenever you're
in bed this weekend. So what if it's my truck bed rather than your parents'
bed in the cabin? Same result. Open ass, insert cock, shoot cum. Repeat."

The whole scene was making me hornier than hell. Something about being tied
up was sending me into orbit. I had gotten off when Tyhcinn bound my wrists
to my neck on Friday night, and being bound in the back of Tony's truck was
making me excited as all fuck. And being beneath Tony's muscular body kept
my dick get rock hard and dripping pre-cum.

As horned up as I was, the pickup truck wasn't an ideal fuck venue. I don't
recommend mobile fucking, at least not in the bed of a pickup on a rough
dirt road. It seemed like every time the truck hit a bump, I bounced up
from the bed of the pickup precisely when Tony was driving his inflated
fuck rod into my butt, which meant I got impaled extra hard. Even worse
were the dips in the road. When Tyhcinn would hit one of those, Tony's cock
plunged into me so hard that I fully expected his shaft to drill through me
and puncture my bellybutton from the inside. Two or three times Tony popped
out of my hole and muttered until he could get back inside.

Tony never admitted that he didn't like truck sex, but he was
uncharacteristically noncommittal about it. Every time he got close,
Tyhcinn would hit another bump and Tony would get thrown off his climax.

And then we almost got caught. I heard Tyhcinn yell, "Oh shit, get down!"
Tyhcinn slowed the pickup. Lang was riding in the truck bed with Tony and
me, and he threw a tarp over us as Tony dropped onto my back. Tony's sweaty
chest was pressed against my bare skin and he was panting in my ear. His
cock was still wedged into my hole, and the fucker couldn't stay completely
still, grinding his dick in me every now and then. It was all I could do to
keep from moaning in satisfaction.

A voice greeted Tyhcinn as he pulled to a stop. Unfortunately, one of my
legs was outside the tarp. With my ankles tied, I had no way to pull it
under the tarp, so, hoping Lang would hear me, I grunted a quick, "Foot!"
He quickly figured out the problem and pulled the tarp over my exposed leg.

The man who stopped Tyhcinn was one of our neighbors, who recognized
Tyhcinn from his stays at the lake cabin. He explained that the road ahead
was closed for construction. Fine, I thought, turn the damn truck around
and let's get out of here. But the man wanted to chat. He talked with
Tyhcinn a couple of minutes and took time to warn Lang to be careful riding
in the back of the truck. Tyhcinn did his best to cutoff the conversation
so we could head back in the other direction.

Happily, Tony and I went undiscovered. But the memory of being tied up in
the dark, underneath Tony's hunky, sweaty muscles while my ass was filled
with a stiff, pulsing jock boy cock, was keeping me hard as a rock.

Frustrated by the bouncy road and the fuckus interruptus with the neighbor,
Tony was determined to nut. He clung to my shoulders with his hands and
began to piston fuck my hole, desperate to seed me before the next
interruption. I'll say this. When Tony gets in the home stretch, he's
totally focused. The dude was pounding into my boi pussy like his life
depended on it. When he shot in my hole, he was like an animal. Damn, I
loved it.

Due to the close call with the neighbor, Lang decided to get his rocks off
in a stationary reenactment of Jackson's story, with the truck parked while
I was still tied in the truck bed. Lang said he loved fucking outdoors and
doing it in the bed of Tony's truck would shield us from anyone on the
lake. The thought of getting balled again while bound in the back of the
truck kept my cock hard. Tony and Lang thought they were punishing me by
drilling my ass, but I wasn't about to tell them the truth, that I didn't
want them to stop. Having a stiff cock in my hole felt too damn good.

Lang mounted me and prodded my dripping boi pussy with his oversized cock,
grunting, "Fuck, Tyler, every time I get inside you, I'm dealing with
sloppy seconds. But don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. Tony's juiced
you just right to make your whore hole perfect for fucking." Lang slid his
horse cock into my ass and it slipped in like a hand in a glove. I felt the
stubble of Lang's trimmed pubes against my smooth ass cheeks. Without
meaning to, I moaned.

Lang began to punish my boi pussy. But I had the eerie sensation that
someone was watching me. My eyes were closed and I opened them to see
Tyhcinn at the side of the pickup with his eyes riveted on me. He had a
maddeningly satisfied smile on his smooth face.

Fuck, I thought with a sudden bolt of fear, he knows I like this. I gritted
my teeth and glared back at him, but that only brought a bigger grin to his
face. Fuck, Tyhcinn could probably read me like a book and he knew how much
I was getting off on having the Lang Long Dong plowing my boi pussy. I
closed my eyes and gasped as Lang drilled deep into my guts. When I opened
my eyes again, Tyhcinn was gone.

Lang settled into a long, leisurely fuck of my ass, spreading his knees on
either side of my hips and grinding into me so hard that the twine holding
my ankles kept being pulled taunt. I started clenching my butt around his
dick and he moaned, "Oh yeah, Ty-boy, do that. Keep doing that. That's
good! Milk my cock with your jock pussy." Lang took forever, reminding me
of his marathon fuck of my ass Friday afternoon, but finally his muscles
tensed and his cock fired deep in my guts.

Lang pulled out and hopped out of the truck, and it was so quiet that I
feared for a moment that the fuckers were going to leave me tied in the
back of Tony's pickup. But I felt Tyhcinn's skinny nerd body on my back,
and I let out a deep sigh as his big black cock filled my ass. "Make me
feel good, Ty baby, make me feel good," Tyhcinn murmured as he began to rut
in my hole. Damn. The dude's black python sure as hell was making me feel
good.

Tyhcinn slipped his thin hand underneath me. He seemed to know exactly
where my hard boner would be. As his hand closed around it, I groaned with
a sigh of relief. My fucking dick had been hard ever since Tony entered me
and I was desperate to nut. Funny that Tyhcinn had tamed me but he was also
the only guy who bothered to get me off. Whatever, I just wanted to get
off.

"You're a slut Tyler," Tyhcinn hissed. "A complete slut. Not to mention a
cock whore. But there's nothing wrong with that. Now relax and enjoy having
my nerd cock all the way up your ass. It's a perfect Saturday afternoon."

Fuck. Tyhcinn's cock was as fat as Tony's and as long as Lang's, but
Tyhcinn's combination of girth and length was unmatched. The black boy had
an enormous tool and it filled my ass perfectly. Damn. To think of all the
times Tyhcinn and I had been at the lake and I never realized what the dude
was packing. I guess it never occurred to me that a skinny geek could be
hung. Note to self: don't make that mistake again.

Tyhcinn's big black cock felt totally at home in my boi pussy. He knew
exactly how to punish my hole and make me want to get fucked forever. Yeah,
I was a big jock and Tyhcinn was a geeky nerd, but when it came to sex, I'd
bottom for him whenever he wanted.

Tyhcinn's cock was churning the mingled boy cum in my ass into whipped
spunk. He pumped me faster and faster while his fist controlled my cock. I
felt my nut building and stifled a moan as Tyhcinn brought me off with his
hand. I instinctively clenched my ass around his shaft as I shot, and
Tyhcinn murmured, "Perfect! Clamp your hole around my cock, Ty. Grab me!"
Moments later he shoved forward and shot his load in my ass.

Tyhcinn kept his dick inside me for a long time after climaxing. When he
finally pulled out and untied me, I missed the feeling of Tyhcinn's cock
being imbedded in my ass.

The funniest thing about my afternoon of being face down, ass up and fucked
constantly in Tony's pickup was that Lang got his pale butt cheeks
sunburned. He hadn't put sunscreen on his ass. Who would think to do that
anyway? Between that mistake and taking a long time to pound my boi pussy,
Lang's buns got toasted. His butt cheeks were almost the same color as his
mop of red hair. Of course, I was relegated to rubbing lotion on his glutes
later that night. The night before I had kissed his ass and eaten out his
hole, so rubbing lotion was an upgrade in my role.

Saturday night, as I fetched beers for Tony – Jack Daniels for Tyhcinn
and Fireball for Lang – and cleaned the grill after making hamburgers,
Tony couldn't resist needling me some more. He and Lang started calling me
a `Hostess Twinkie' because, they claimed, I was such a great hostess and
was filled with cream. Their dick cream. I kept quiet and fumed.

"Hey, Lang," Tony said, knowing that I could hear the conversation. "Do you
think blond boys are naturally cut out to be cumdumps?"

"Not all of them," Lang snickered. "But from what I see, I think the best,
most desperate cumdumps are blond. We got one we could enter in the cumdump
Olympics and he'd probably take home the gold. Take home a lot of jizz,
too."

Tony laughed and I even heard Tyhcinn chuckle. "Does it creep you out that
Tyler was probably perving on you in the showers during four years of high
school?"

"Nah. It's his loss. If he'd admitted how desperate he was to get a stiff
cock in his ass, he could've had his dream. But think what a loss it
would've been for my girlfriends. They might have never known the joys of
being ridden by the long dong."

Chortling, Tony said, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. Football and baseball
sure would have been different. I still can't get over how there was a
pussyboi masquerading as a real guy. Right in front of us! Dude should get
an academy award for acting." In my fury, I was scrubbing the grill so hard
I worked off grime from years ago. But my dick was hard, too. Go figure.

I wasn't surprised when Tyhcinn announced that a blow job would make him
sleep better. Lang and Tony were all over the idea, too. So I was relegated
to crawling around the campfire on my hands and knees and sucking the guys
off one by one. Actually, in the dim, jumping light of the campfire, the
three teen cocks and low hanging nut sacs looked awesome. And I wasn't
complaining about taking the three stiff teen rods in my mouth.

The dudes were drunk, so I feared they would take forever to cum. And
things didn't start off well. It took me a long time to coax Tyhcinn's big
black cock into a climax. He kept interrupting me to direct me to mouth his
balls, I think to prolong the blow job. Once he blew, his big eggs shot
like a cannon and pumped an impressive nut into my mouth. The nerd's balls
sure were productive.

By the time I'd gotten Tyhcinn off, my jaws were tired and ready to
cramp. Oddly, Tony saved me by shooting in record time. I had barely gone
down him, wedging his fat prick deep in my throat, when he grabbed my head
and began thrusting into my mouth frantically. His cum blast wasn't nearly
as big as Tyhcinn's.

Tony was disappointed that he didn't get to enjoy a long blow job like
Tyhcinn had, but he got his revenge as I went to work on Lang Long
Dong. Tony thought it was hilariously funny to stick marshmallows up my
ass. I sucked Lang's cock while Tony stuffed my ass. The only difference
from the night before was that Tony was stuffing my ass with soft, white
marshmallows rather than his hard, brown meat.

Lang took a while to nut, but happily not as long as Tyhcinn, and when I
was done swallowing his cum, Tony made me dig the marshmallows from my boi
pussy and eat them. They tasted like cum, not surprising given that the
three dudes had seeded my ass in the bed of Tony's pickup during the
afternoon and I still had Lang's cum dump from the buttfuck he administered
while I was washing dishes.

Fuck. I'd tasted cum all day long, ever since I'd sucked off Tyhcinn's
morning word. I didn't let on, but I found the whole marshmallow thing
kinda funny. And the sweetness of the marshmallows complemented the salty
tang of their teen spunk coating. I liked ass-warmed marshmallows better
than the fire-roasted variety.

I was picking up empty beer bottles as the three dudes lounged in drunken
stupors when I heard Tony giggle. A split-second later my ass screamed. The
fucker had snapped me with a wet, coiled towel, the same thing he'd done to
me in the locker room. I'd fucked up again, turning my back to him while
bending over. A formula for disaster.

Tony was laughing so hard that he bent over double. I wanted to jump on the
asshole and pummel him. Normally that would be a suicide mission; the dude
was strong enough to overpower me and make me pay. But tonight, I might
have a chance because he was so drunk. I waffled, my restraint and
self-discipline being sorely tested.

In between guffaws, Tony snorted, "Ty-boy, your ass cheeks are even redder
than Lang's!" That comment brought a frown and a scowl from Lang. Tyhcinn
was biting his tongue to keep from snickering.

In the end, I clenched my jaws and glared at the jerk, but did nothing. I
prided myself on being able to take my lumps when I had to and not whine
about things. If the roles had been reversed, I would have been every bit
as bad as Tony had been over the weekend. Hell, I would have been
worse. I'd played a stupid game with Tyhcinn and lost and now I was paying
the price. But I had only myself to blame.

When Tony finally stopped laughing, he said, "Yo, Ty-boy. The last time I
snapped your perfect little ass with a towel, you couldn't wait to shove
something inside your hole. But you're in luck tonight, because what I've
got for you is a helluva lot better than a couple of fingers. A big
cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Yes, I would. But I'd never admit it to Tony.

Saturday was Tony's night to enjoy my services in bed. Snapping my ass with
the towel and talking about fucking my ass got him charged up. The prospect
of having both of my holes at his disposal for the night was too tempting
to put off. He hauled me into the bedroom while Lang and Tyhcinn were still
enjoying the campfire and doing shots of whiskey.

I feared the worst. I wasn't worried about the sex part – hell, getting
Tony's fat muscle cock in my mouth and my ass was fine with me. But I
dreaded giving Tony unlimited opportunities to gloat at my expense.

I didn't need to worry. After doing it for 36 hours, Tony was bored with
humiliating me. More importantly, he didn't have an audience, which took
most of the fun out of it for him. As soon as the dude closed the bedroom
door and dropped his shorts – he hadn't worn a shirt since moments after
entering the cabin on Friday – he shoved his junk into my face and
growled, "Oh, yeah, put those pretty red lips around my dick and do what
you were born to do, Ty-boy. Suck!"

Tony mostly liked seeing my blond head in his crotch, sucking his fat cock
and licking his balls. He got off watching me mouth him until he was close,
and then ramming his cock into my ass for the climax. He put me through
that drill twice before falling asleep. In between fucks, he ordered me
lick his chest and his big guns and tell him what a hot body he had. "Yeah,
baby," he hissed, "worship those big muscles."

I had sucked a lot of girls' tits, although I didn't get off on boobs the
way some guys claimed to. I viewed mouthing girls' jugs as an investment
designed to increase the odds of getting girls to go down on me or letting
me dick their pussies. I'd take Tony's firm, hard pecs over a girl's
squishy tits any day. Fuck, I was hard as a rock as I nibbled on Tony's big
brown nipples.

I followed Tony's orders with a surly attitude that I knew I couldn't get
away with if Tyhcinn had been around. Ironically, Tony liked my attitude,
though. It reminded him about how pissed off I was that he had won our long
high school battle for supremacy, even if it was Tyhcinn who had tamed
me. My show of attitude was solely that – show. Fuck, getting up close
and personal with Tony's smooth muscles was awesome.

The lake house wasn't air-conditioned, and although it was only May, it was
unseasonably warm. I never sleep soundly when it's hot, so even though I
hadn't gotten much sleep the night before because Tyhcinn was putting his
black python in my hole every couple of hours, it took me a while to nod
off after Tony bred me for the second time. And I only slept a couple of
hours before waking in the middle of the night.

Tony was snoring in my ear and one of the jock outfielder's heavy, muscular
legs was on top of me. I was hot and sweaty and slid out from under the
stud jock boy. He never moved. I got up to take a leak and gulped down some
water. I was wide awake and Tony's was dead to the world, so I wandered
outside to get some fresh air and cool off.

I stepped onto the porch and almost jumped out of my skin when Lang wrapped
his arms around me from behind. "I'm fucking hornier than hell and I gotta
get off," he whispered. I could smell Fireball on his breath, and sure
enough, he pulled a mostly empty bottle to his lips and swallowed a
shot. "Here, you want some?" he asked.

Yeah, I thought, I could use a stiff drink. A bunch of them. Tyhcinn hadn't
permitted me drink during the weekend because he said that the help didn't
drink on the job. I took the bottle and glugged some whiskey as Lang
grabbed my chest and abs with his big hands and rubbed his cock in my ass
crack. The liquid burned its way down my throat and my cock rose like I was
saluting.

Lang's cock was hard as a rock and I wondered if he'd been about to whack
off on the porch when I disturbed him. "I'm gonna use your ass," Lang
announced as his pole slid between my ass cheeks. Having a stiff cock
inside me didn't sound bad, although I'd be damned if I was going to admit
that to Lang. But the lanky pitcher wasn't asking if I wanted to get
fucked, he was merely telling me that was what was going to go down. Or,
what was going to go up my ass. If he had asked, I would have been hard
pressed not to beg him to do exactly that.

"Tony has the use of your holes tonight, but he won't miss this awesome
bubble butt for a few minutes," Lang whispered. I could feel his dong
pressing against my crack. "Get down on the floor and ride me. Fuck
yourself on my cock."

Lang yanked the twine attached to my rubber band cock ring, and pulled me
down to the porch floor. I positioned myself over his tall, straight rod
and began to lower myself, continuing to gulp down whiskey. The dude's long
dong slid into my boi pussy like a knife into soft butter. Hell, maybe like
a knife into whipped cream. That's pretty much what was inside my hole
after Tony had buttfucked me twice.

I took a big swig of Fireball, almost finishing the bottle, and began to
raise and lower myself, squeezing Lang's shaft as I flexed my glutes and
pushed myself up and then relaxed my ass as I dropped back down. My hole
engulfed his dick. "Fucking damn!" Lang exclaimed. "Keep working my cock!
That feels amazing!"

Lang knew fucking, and hearing the stud express his pleasure with what I
was doing gave me a warm feeling. I'm competitive, and at that moment I
wanted to work Lang's cock so well that he'd admit my ass was better than
any of the countless cunts he'd enjoyed. Fuck, yeah. I was gonna give the
tall redhead a ride he'd never forget.

My dick was happy about my ass being filled with cock, too. It was rock
hard and flopping up and down as I rode Lang Long Dong.

The moon peaked over some trees, casting a bright light on the water of the
lake and reflecting onto the porch. "Ride that cock, bitch!" Lang
snarled. "Fuck yourself on my big dick!" I squeezed my ass muscles as I
dropped down on Lang's fuck rod, sending him into a series of contented and
excited grunts and moans. I was contributing my own elated squeals to the
sounds of sex.

I'd fucked myself only a week before on the long neck bottle that I'd been
using in my ass. As much as I'd loved that, Lang's long dong was ten times
better. This morning, Lang had said he could see balling my ass every day
during the summer after we got off work. Right now, with my head spinning
from guzzling Fireball and my ass filled with stiff jock cock, I wanted
that in the most desperate way. I could see riding the long dong every day
after we finished work, giving a new meaning to happy hour.

I concentrated on working Lang's fuck rod, bouncing up and down like I was
riding a pogo stick. Lang got close and yelled, "FUCK!" He went over the
edge, grabbing my hips with his big hands and clamping me down on his
cock. I felt a surge of cum rifle through Lang's dick into my boi pussy.

No way I was not getting off. I was glad that I'd ridden Lang with my back
to him, because I didn't figure Lang would like watching me jerk off, and
he certainly wouldn't be happy if I came on his stomach. Or worse yet, if I
shot a cum rocket onto his chest or face. I quickly finished myself off,
enjoying the happy sensations from my asshole as Lang's dong continued to
fill it. Without thinking, I caught my spunk in my hand to keep it from
hitting Lang's legs and slurped it down. A cum chaser to go with the
Fireball shots.

"Fuck, you have no idea how much I needed that," Lang gasped as I pulled
off his cock. Given how many cocks had fucked my boi pussy over the last 36
hours, I could hardly say I needed it, but getting fucked had felt damn
fine. The evidence that I was a confirmed bottom was becoming compelling,
not that I wanted to admit that fact to Lang, much less Tony.

As much as I regretted losing the feeling of having my ass filled with
cock, I had to pull off Lang's dick. Unfortunately, my hole was so full of
commingled boy batter that some of it drained from my pussy. Lang stared in
surprise at the cum slowly running over his cock and looked at me as if to
say, "What are you going to do about that?" I knew my role. A little cum
mixed with ass juice and Lang's dick sweat was a perfect nightcap. I
slurped the mιlange from Lang's softening cock, taking the opportunity
to slide his semi-hard tool in my mouth to get a sniff of his trimmed pubes
and one final taste of jock cock.

I chased the spunk cocktail with the last of Lang's Fireball and we
stumbled to bed, Lang back into the bunk room he was sharing with Tyhcinn
for the night and me back to my parents' king sized bed. Tony was still out
of it, not surprising given how much beer he'd downed during the day. At
least he wasn't snoring. The moonlight was shining on his smooth, peaceful
face, and the dude looked hot.

I felt like I'd cheated on him, which was idiotic. Maybe it wasn't so much
cheating as feeling like a total slut. I mean, I'd gotten balled twice by
one man, left his bed to impale my ass on another man's cock, and now I was
slipping back into bed with the first man. And I halfway wanted Tony to
wake up and want to fuck. I'd be more than willing to open my holes.

The dim moonlight, dancing a bit as it reflected off the lake, made Tony's
naked body look awesome. I crawled into bed, fighting a temptation to run
my hands over his incredible guns. Fuck. It was unlikely I'd wake him given
how out of it he was, and if I did, I'd tell him I was trying to push him
away because he was taking up too much of the bed. Well, maybe not. I
didn't want him to tell me to sleep on the floor. I'd make up something.

I rolled on my side and my hands touched Tony's chest. His hard muscles
were relaxed, and his skin was warm and smooth. I let my hands wander
across Tony's pecs and abs, feeling his biceps and tweaking his tits and
even slipping down to grab his sweaty cock and fondle his smooth ball
sac. The dude had an amazing body. As I got drowsy, I couldn't resist
resting my hand on Tony's wonderful bicep. Relaxed and feeling more than a
little tipsy, I was asleep in no time.


TO BE CONTINUED...

A day and half at the lake still to come...

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