Skippy Gobbles Cocksnot

Skip Does Some Circuit Training

Dddrrrrrhhiiiiiinnnngggg!!

“Josh! Strip your little faggot friend and meet me in the gym in five minutes. Drag his pussy-ass with you and strip off yourself. Go!!”

Greg Seeman had paid another visit.

As Josh and I threw off our clothes, the screens in the gym lit up, showing scene after scene of me sucking cock. Most were of me sucking Mr. Grimes. A whole lot of them showed me swallowing down load after load, hungry for more. The sperm would ooze out of my lips and get slurped up immediately as I ate as much pud pudding as I could get into me. It’s sort of a theme with me, I guess.

“Josh, tie this fagboy’s wrists to the treadmill handles, then bring me a cotton rope noose. Stand behind the handles and get your knees on the frame…NOW!”

Josh did know how to follow orders.

Mr. Seeman slipped the soft cotton rope noose around my balls, then tied off the other end around the upright end of the machine. He took another soft length of rope and noosed up Josh’s balls, holding the free end in his big beautiful hands. He gave a couple of tugs to my bud’s nuggets.

“Suck my dick, Joshie!! Wrap those sweet lips around my meat and get it down your throat. That’s it, fucker! Now hold my balls in your fingertips…just like that. You’re going to be praying to my dick, hoping I let you cum before you hurt too much.”

Josh started praying with a vengence. Having a preacher for a dad gave him a home team advantage, maybe.

“Okay, pull off my meat for now, Sparkie. On your knees in front of the treads and start sucking your pussyboy friend… I want his dick red hot. Jerk your little stick too, muscle boy. You’re going to be coming until you see stars.

“Mr. Grimes told me I’d been too easy on the two of you, that you’ve been slacking off on your chores around the house and so maybe I should fix that. Well, I’m going to fix things for sure.”

Greg punched the starter on the machine and the treads began moving. The tug at my balls got me running right away. Mr. Seeman staddled the treads, standing on the sides of the machine’s frame. He scooched up until his dick, coated with Josh’s spit, poked at my little hole, a hole that was puckered in panic.

“Run you fucking cum gobbler! Move those hot little melons. I’m going to see how it feels to fuck your raw shaved pussy while you’re on the run!!” Greg jammed his long prod straight up my ass. My pucker never had a chance. Almost immediately his kinky blond pubic hair scoured my too tender ass ring.  My dick freaked and throbbed hard in Josh’s hot mouth. I looked down and saw that the rope around my friend’s balls was pulled tight, Greg was pulling those sorry little morsels away from between his legs, keeping him pulled forward to suck on my meat.

I ran like my balls depended on it, because they certainly did. I slapped down my feet in a rhythm that was matched by my gripping pussy muscles. Greg was getting his cock massaged as it pumped in my twat, my pussy clutching at it like a long lost friend, which I guess, in a way, it was. It didn’t take more than a minute before I heard the big man panting as loudly as I was.

“You motherfucking little pansy assed faggots!! Oh how I love to stick my cock in you two. You are so fucking lucky to get my dick, so fucking lucky that I plant my spooge in your guts and down your throats. You fucking pussies are going to…EEEyyyYYYAHHFFFFUUCCCKKK!!!!” said Greg. We never did learn how that sentence ended.

He pulled out immediately and I felt some of his cum trickle down the inside of my leg. I was taking fast short strides as I concentrated on my dick in Josh’s mouth. Still on the run, I shot my stuff into my friend’s head.

Josh swallowed loudly and choked a bit because he was coming at the same time, sprinkling the machine with hot boy batter. I kept running to save my nuggets.

Mercifully, Mr. Seeman punched the stop button and the treadmills slowed to a halt.

“Turn around  and bend your knees,Skip! I want to watch your face as your buddy felches my scum out of your ass. Greg untied my balls, grabbed the sides of my head and pulled my face to his, close enough to kiss. “You make the cutest sex faces, little guy.”

I did as I was told (surprised much?) and luxuriated in Josh’s felching the big man’s jizz out of my aching hole. I think my eyes rolled up, it felt so good. When I opened them, I could see Greg still tugging on the rope to Josh’s balls.

“Feed that felch to your faggot friend, Josh. Show me how you two suck face.” That’s it, little dudes. Now get on my junk. I want it clean and tidy before you lap up Skip’s juice from the treadmill.”

It happened just as he said.

Mr. Seeman spent the next two hours making calls to suppliers, legal consultants and construction people. As the hours went by, he had either Josh or me sucking on his dick. The thing would harden and soften, depending on his mood and to whom he was talking, but for whatever reason, he chose not to shoot his stuff again. Holding off for better things, was our reasoning.

Turns out we were right.

“Before I head back to the city, little dudes, I want you two stripped and in the gym. Get there NOW!”

Nervous, maybe dripping a little cold sweat, we waited in the gym. Our nuts still hurt from the morning. Gregg strutted in.  He was naked. So beautifully naked. His dark eyes and blond hair really made you think of an angel…until the signature smirk appeared.

“Fold a couple of mats. Put them on the floor and push them together so they touch at the top corners and are a couple of feet apart at the bottom. That’s it, faggots!”

“Skip, lie on your back with your head between the mats, about half way up. That’s a good pussy! Now Joshie… face down up about where the mats come together, arms and legs wide to the side…oh yeah!...drop your dick in Skippy’s mouth. That’s a good little guy!”

“Oh, and Skippy, pull Joshie’s bubble butt apart and hold it there. I’m going in fucking deep!”

Josh’s warm worm turned into warm wood in my mouth.

“Shhhsssushshhslluushshshssmmnslluurrpp.”

I couldn’t see a thing except for Josh’s crotch curls and the bottom of his flat abs, but I could tell by his moans, the sounds I was hearing, and the way he moved in my mouth that Gregg was dining on my bro’s tender asshole. The wet sloppy slurping was truly obscene.

Somehow it seemed to turn me on.

“HuuoouUUUOOOGHHH!!!” Josh’s breath exploded as his dick punched into my throat. Apparently Gregg had started doing some punching of his own in Josh’s pert pussy.

“Blam… blam… blam… blam… blam…” Gregg fucked Josh like a metronome. My bud’s dick lurched in my throat, fucking to  the beat of the same drummer.

“Uuuunnnghhh… blam… blam… blam… uuuuunnnngghhhh… blam… blam… blam.” Josh’s dick bottomed out a little deeper with each ‘unnnnnggggghhhh.’ I later saw on camera (of course, there were always cameras) that Mr. Seemans had set up a clockwise rotation, doing a bit of a push up and twist with every fourth fuck that placed his dick at a slightly different angle and a slightly different part of my buddy’s hot little twat. He took eight punches to hit every corner of Josh’s compass, then ground around eight times. The man was into control, after all.

“Uuuunnngggghh… blam… blam… blam…” Josh’s cock was turning to stone in my craw.

“Uuunngnggghh… blam… blam… blam…” I could actually feel his meat get hotter and poke deeper down my gullet.

 “Uuuuuunnnnggggghhh… blam… blam… blam…” His dick shot its stud starch straight into my stomach. I never even got a chance to taste it.

“UUUUUUnnnnggggghhhh… blam… blam… blam…” Gregg marched on, turning his dick steadily and slowly in Josh’s body. The preacher’s kid’s dick softened a little for a couple of minutes while his grunting continued, peppered with a few whimpers and long helpless sounding moans. Then my bud’s pecker rose slowly from the dead, once again burrowing home in my warm and welcoming mouth.

Gregg hammered on in his relentless circuit, grinding and prodding every inch of Josh’s tender tube, doing the mortar and pestle work. Jabbing and stirring, the man machine worked Josh’s poor defenseless hole.

“UUUUnnnnggghhhh… blam… blam… blam… UUUUUUnnnggghhh… blam… blam… blam…”

“UuuunnggggJosh… you…fuckin’… fag…uuuunnngggghhh… I’m… gonna… cream… your…. fuckin’… guts… with… my… god… damn… splloOOOOGGGGE!!!!!”

Mr. Seeman dropped his full weight on Josh’s ass, cramming every inch of his amazing dick into that tiny hot hole, blasting his baby batter deep in my buddy’s body. Josh blasted again down my throat, his second load joining his swimmers from their earlier invasion.

With a deep sigh, Gregg heaved himself off Josh, slowly dragging his cock out of a very possessive arse,  and then pulled my buddy off my face. Josh’s dick left my mouth like a champagne cork. (I was still sucking, damn it!)

“Josh, clean my meat while pussyboy sucks my cum out of your ass, then suck off your faggot friend. I guess he’s earned a cum for himself.

We got to work.

Cock licked clean, and tidy once again, Mr. Seeman left the room.

“I’ve got another couple of calls to make, then I’ll shower and get out of here. Josh, when you’re through sucking off Skip, you two need to get busy at filling out the work study forms I left in the entry way. Dr Dickman, the Dean of Students says that you two will be working for him in the fall. Oh yeah…he’s another Alpha Chi Omega Kappa frat bro. He thinks there will be plenty for you two twinks to do in the coming years. See you around…faggots.”

 Josh fed me-  dribbling my own cum from his plump lips. I wondered what in the hell that all meant.

Road Head…And All Good Things Come To…A New Beginning

DDDdrrrirriiiiiiinnnnnggggg!!

 The front door chimed. Like Pavlov’s dogs, we were sure as hell conditioned to respond and respond we did. We’d stripped on the run and landed side by side on our knees, panting and ready. Our four wide eyes stared up at the strangers on the stoop.

“You two must be Skip and Josh, otherwise known as Pussy and Sparky?”

We nodded.

“This is Rafe Ramrod. I’m Gunnar Gottwood. We’re partners in the law firm of Ramrod and Gottwood. We represent the estates of the late Mr. Scott Grimes and the late Mr. Brian Stone. Now to continue the introductions…”

We stood on our knees, gob-smacked, jaws dropped, shocked at the news we’d just heard. Then…hearing the clean rip of two zippers shooting open, our eyes automatically shot to the bobbing cocks protruding from the three-piece suits in front of us. Pavlov was right.

“Be sure not to get anything on the windtips, little dudes.”

We got to work on the dicks. Pavlov was right right again.

Our mouths homed in and grabbed the bait. We could suck in our sleep if we had to and that’s kind of what it felt like we were doing. I’d never thought about whether you could weep and suck dick at the same time. I don’t mean crying, like when your balls are getting slapped. I knew I could do that… I could do that really well.

I mean feeling some great pit of sadness bubble up from a place that used to only produce lust, need and satisfaction.

 Scott and Brian.  Our pillars of power, bringers of bliss, porn dudes of dominance. The two guys who had become anchors for our lives as well as our mouths and pussies …GONE!

This was new. Josh and I kept wiping our cheeks so we wouldn’t drip on the brogues while nursing for comfort on the two meat tits.

“Mr. Stone’s security service contacted us and sent dashboard vids of what happened. He was giving road head to Mr. Grimes as they tooled their way here at about 100mph. Apparently their 8 banger Humvee hit an oil slick, did a two second skid off the highway to hit an overpass pylon where some workmen had stored barrels of naptha for some road repair project.

“Slurp, sniffle, suck, suck, sniffle…”

Before they themselves were destroyed, the Hummer’s cameras, posted the scene to a link I know you two boys are very familiar with. The audio is excellent, by the way. It showed it all happened just as Mr. Grimes blew his load into Mr. Stone’s head. That would have been their last memory. I think they both would have liked that. Quite a climax to a couple of extraordinary lives, one might say.

“Slurp, sniffle, suck, suck, sniffle…”

What in the hell now? What were we going to do? Who could take us under their wing, make sure we got what we fucking needed, becoming the young men we could be?

“So guys, our time is money, but your mouths are amazing, so I think we’ll read out the wills while you suck. Good to have something to distract you a little right now, right?”

We nodded as we slurped and sniffled.

“I, Scott Grimes…being of sound…”

The upshot was that Josh and I were now co-owners of a mansion. We were also private investors in a law firm, a tech firm, a specialty welding shop as well as recipients of a couple of million dollars each in cash and stocks. We and our assets were also placed under the supervision of the firm of Ramrod and Gottwood as well as subject to the advice of the directors of the Alpha Chi Omega Kappa, known as Alpha-COK, in international college fraternity.

Josh and I bobbed slower and slower as we tried to digest each revelation along with the precum slipping  and tricking into our stomachs. Then we’d speed up again to make up for lost time as the reading went on.

“The above is uncontestable and without further provision except for the following: Sylverster Kippling Reginald Lamb, aka Skipper, and Joshua “Sparky” Treat (well, those WERE our names!) beginning now, and continuing daily for the next five years, carry out any and all personal or delegated direction provided them by the firm Ramrod and Gottwood. After that time, should they so choose, they will take complete control of all assets and rights thereto. Should they fail in these efforts, Ramrod and Gottwood will distribute and publish select video documentaries to a predetermined list of those known to Mr. Lamb and Mr. Treat.”

“Guess you twinks understand that part…right?” Two sets of wide eyes found Ramrod’s  gloating face and two cock-stuffed red faces nodded desperately.

“Until the passing of five years, Ramrod and Gottwood will control, supervise and approve all funds and their use as well as administer said assets as they see fit.”

“Clear enough, little dudes?”

We rolled our eyes up as far as we could, seeking a hint of mercy in the eyes watching us.  Not a fucking chance. We sighed and got back to bobbing. What is it with big hunky guys and those smirks, anyway?

Ramrod winked at Gottwood. Rafe muttered, “These faggots suck a fucking mean cock, Gunnar! No wonder they got a golden parachute out of this!”

“I know, right!?” said Ramrod.

They pulled their dicks from our gobs with a pop, and smiled down at us, they were pretty much the proud new owners of a pair of hard working pups. They cocked whipped our faces and continued, “Hey, little guys, don’t think of it as if you are losing a damn thing. You’ll both still be coming home to the dick, again and again… for a long, long time. We’ll be contracting with Greg Seemens to, uh…supervise things here at the house…except…on weekends, when we visit. Give a kiss to your new gods, kids.”

Obediently we carefully kissed the knobs in front of us. Then, in tandem, the two lawyers shoved their dicks back down our throats. Josh and I sucked away, cared for and content, happy  - knowing we would always have a home.

Off course, we blushed when they arched back and hooted and high-fived as they came and we gobbled down their cock snot.

THE END

(…of their pre-college adventures…)

Dudes, remember to keep it hard, keep it cumming. Skip’s got to eat, man.

-Scott