The Taming of the Jock

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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 mélange 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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