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Scott Takes Another Call

“Juuullliieeeeeee honey! How’s my favorite little mamma doing? Does your pretty little pink girl-in-the-boat miss daddy’s nibbles? Is your little pussy crying to be eaten? Does it want me to gnaw on its pulp, baby? I’ll bet my little boys’ mommy misses papa’s big dick, don’t you, baby? You need me there grinding my stubble in your tender snatch, sweetie?”

I lay on my back on the bed holding my knees to my armpits. Scott stood at the foot, talking on his headset.

“Sure darling! Daddy’s big ol’ dick misses you soooooo much. It hardly knows what to do with itself. I try to keep it busy, but you know, my big thaaaannnggg needs major upkeep!” Sure does baby! Fact is, I’m strokin’ your favorite thing in the whole world, right now, even as we speak.

Scott squirted a mess of lube on his joint, worked it into a lather, then held the big blunt end against the knot of my quivering twat.

“Do you hear all that sloppy squishing, Julie? Don’t you just wish I were getting ready to poke it around in your pussy, baby?”
 

Scott closed his eyes and smiled in anticipation. He leaned back a bit.

“Honey, I’m so glad you called. It’s almost like I could sink my pussy plunger straight into your sweet little cunt right now!”

The big man thrust forward, piercing my hole like a tanker truck barreling into the Holland Tunnel.

“Yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhoooo!” I said.

“What honey? Oh that! I’ve got one of those wrestling videos on the big screen here, anything to take my mind off of missing you. You’ll probably hear a lot of screaming and moaning…you know how those things are.”

Scott started deep-dicking me, slow and steady, grinding his wiry pubs against my tender arse lips every time he bottomed out in my twat. He actually was watching another montage on the screen above my head. It showed a bunch of different scenes of Brian sticking it to Josh. My bud’s whimpers of pleasure were award winning.

Mr. Grimes pulled his dick out of me almost all the way. He waited a moment, grabbing his meat with one hand then rubbing the knob around and around my spasming ring. My needy little knot puckered, relaxed, then puckered again, trying desperately to grab that big thing. Then without warning, Scott punch-fucked me a dozen times or so.

“AAAHHHH…AAAAAHHHHHH….AAAAAAAhhhhhh…(that was me)…AAAHHHH”…and so on.

“Yeah, Julie, I’m really pumping up my pussy ripper here. Gotta stay in shape for my lady, right? Doing a few stretches too!” Scott grabbed my ankles, spread my legs wide to the sides and started making little circles with my feet, forcing my tender hot pussy to twist and choke on his steely meat.

“Finger your little clit for me, will ya’ babe?” Moan for me baby!’ Mr. Grimes lifted one eyebrow, giving me one of his significant glares. I got the message and started jerking on my unit. For good measure I started moaning too.

On the screen behind me, Brian and Josh were sweating and swearing, ramping up to cross another final frontier.

Scott pointed to my split legs and silently mouthed the word ‘Stay!’ while slapping my hand away from my dick. I grabbed my ankles to stay spreadout for his continued pleasure. While his hips steadily fucked away like a mindless machine, he picked up my balls in one hand and put three well lubed fingers on my cock head.

He started polishing my knob.

He twiddled and swirled, twisting it like he was opening a safe, what a fucking sensation!! Frozen in position, my gut straining, balls aching, his sex muscle hammering away in my hole, my cock started to turn purple in frustration. I was a wishbone waiting to snap. I began a little squealing song.

Scott shouted out, covering my own yelling, “Ooooohhhhhhhh yeah babe! I fucking love to hear you playing with your little pink twat. I’m really heatin’ the meat right now…you wouldn’t believe it. When I fire my rounds you’ll be screaming right along with me. Thrills all around, babe! You’ll probably hear my wad hit the fucking wall!”

My knob turned to rock, it was so needy. My pussy couldn’t possibly squeeze Scott’s cock any tighter. His fingers kept up the friction, torturing and bullying my heated mushroom. He was starting to pant while he pounded...rumbling down the runway for a big lift off.

“Come with me, babe…come on…come on…come on….” Scott freed my tip, fisted my entire stalk and jerked me like he was working a plunger.

“Come…on…come…for…me…right…NNNNOOOOWWWWW!!!!” He blew his spooged way up in my guts and followed it on in with the full length of his dick, jabbing me again and again while he emptied his nuts.

Over my own yelling, I could actually hear his wife’s screams leak out around his earbuds.

We all panted a while.

“Fucking motherfuck, Julie! Of course it was good for you. You were thinking about my dick! You’re one lucky woman! You know that don’tcha babe/ You’re lucky when I slip it to you. You know  you’re lucky when you think about how many other pussies want my big hole hammer in them, don’t you babe?.

“What? Me? Oh hell yes, I got off big time. I’m always a big blaster, remember? This dick goes off when I want it, where I want it and how I want it, you know that Julie. But, you know, my dick always wants more pussy, doesn’t it?”

Scott pulled his meat from my ass locker with a loud plop. He stuck a couple of fingers in my arse and worked out a puddle of his cum. Then he leaned in and fed me from his fingers and followed up by pinching my own juice off my abs and dropping it in my mouth.  Next he grabbed me behind the neck and pulled me forward to hunch over on the edge of the bed, dug a thumb into the hinge of my jaw and pried my mouth open. He stuck his dick in. I sucked.

“Yeah babe, you’re absolutely right. My manly gift is in the giving. I can give from morning ‘til night, then give some more. I can always find a taker too.”

They chatted on, Mr. Grimes grinning up at the screen where Brian was fucking Josh while he mewed and panted, pathetic in his need. 

Scott’s big one began to lengthen in my mouth once again. I got to humming. I think it wanted more pussy.

The Boys Compete

“Brian, meet me in the gym and bring Josh with you, dude! Put up that clip of my interns giving us head in the office and then spread your little guy out on the mat. I’ve got a bet for you.”

Mr. Grimes threw my legs over his shoulder leaving my mouth attached to his dick. I held his tapered waist as he walked us down stairs, his hard abs banging against my chin. Half way there I was secure enough that I could hold on with one arm and use the other hand to massage his big rocks.

“Skip…you are something! You’re almost good enough for my dick. Most aren’t really, but you’ve got the hunger kid, and the dedication. You’ve got the big need, don’t you son?”

I nodded enthusiastically, jamming his man pole further down my craw.

He lowered me to the mat and came along with me ‘til I rested on my back while he did a few pushups, his dick sliding between my lips.

“Yeah, Bri. Drop and dick him like this. We’ll knock out fifty then talk a bit.”

They finished pumping up while pumping us, pulled their knees forward and settled into a cross-legged sit while rolling us over onto our stomachs. Josh and I lay flat out on our guts, our mouths still happily working the mens’ meat.

“Brian, my man! I will bet you a full thirty minutes of Skip’s face in your ass while you fuck Josh, that I can make Skip cum quicker than you can get Josh to shoot his spooge. Let’s say two out of three times, and we finish up within a half hour. What do you say?”

“You’re on Scott! But what if you win?”

“Then I get your mouth in MY ass, and my balls in Josh’s mouth while I fuck the shit out of Skip, of course. Josh keeps my unit lubed when I do a pull out.”

“Maaaannnn!!! Scott, that…doesn’t seem fair! You’ll win three mouths but I’d only get two.”

“Brian, what are you thinking, dude? Of course it’s fair. I made up the rules, so what’s your point? You want a chance at Skip’s tongue up your shitter or not?

“Okay man…I’m cool, I guess. Let’s get it done.”

“Done it will be, Brian! We’ll do one round fucking ‘em standing, the next doggy style, and if there’s a run off then we sit with them on our laps.”

“Totally cool, Scott. I’m in…or I soon sure as hell will be!”

Josh and I were sneaking a peak at each other while all the rules were laid down. I wasn’t sure I wanted to get fucked again after cumming three times in a row, but as Mr. Grimes says, so we do. I think Josh was thinking the same thing.

Since we were in the gym with mirrors on all the walls, we could see about everything as the contest began.

The men faced a wall with us in front of them - our knees bent, our chests braced against a weight bench so when we got bulldozed from behind we could hold our ground. Scott and Brian mostly looked straight ahead, watching themselves and each other, and watch Josh and me yell when they slid their dicks right into our pussies. No foreplay today.

The game was on.

Both men hooked their fingers around our hip bones and started right out punch-fucking us. If we’d been horses, they would have whipped us into a lather in the first minute. Josh and I were red already, the color spreading down our necks and across our chests. Sweat broke out on everyone, first kind of a glow, then a sheen, then it trickled down between straining pecs as we each either held their ground or fucked like weasels on meth. You could hear a lot of grunting and panting.

“Brian, when I give the word, we jerk these punks ‘til they spit their wads…got it?”

“Got it boss man!”

“Ready?…jerk!!”

The men hunched over our backs, reaching under to grab our dicks while hammered us like a punch presses.

Josh’s eyes were starting to roll up, but my balls pulled up to my meat before his did. My mouth gaped open and I shot my goo all over the floor beneath me.  No more than five seconds later, Josh pissed out his pudding.

“Clean up kids! Brian, grab me a towel and get one for yourself.”

Josh and I pulled ourselves off their dicks and turned to clean their cocks, making sure to lick up the sweat  and cum coating their balls. God, but did the room ever smell like a fuck festival! While the men toweled off and caught their breath, Josh and I hit the floor like bloodhounds and licked up every drop of twink butter. The men stayed hard. Josh and I still had firm boners.

“Okay kids! On the mat - hands right up to the mirror, asses to the ceiling, and brace yourselves.”

The men hit the mat with their knees, and walked them up between our calves then leaned forward to place their hands above ours on the mirror. They slipped us the meat.

Josh and I glanced at each other in the mirror and silently mouthed ‘Oh Shit!!’ as the men shimmied their hips while grinding and stirring our asses. It felt like a tank was knocking down a fence back there!

Four sets of eyes roamed over faces and bodies wrapped in a fever of fucking. Scott and Brian looked like they were in a street fight…tense…determined…battling for a win. Josh and I looked like we were being pounded nearly senseless. I guess that’s because we were.

After about eight minutes, Scott signaled and the jerking began. We were held against the guys by one mighty arm while the other beat our cocks into submission. They sure as hell submitted too. …Josh gave up the goo about three seconds before me. Our dicks splatted cum on the glass, then dropped some on the floor. Man did they ever feel worked over!

I licked spunk off the mirror, then the floor before I turned and lapped up some that Scott had fucked out of me. Then I got on his dick for some cleaning and polishing. Fuuuuuccckkkkkkk dudes! He was still hard as a rock!!

As the men toweled off again, I sneaked a peak at my competition. Josh’s perky peepee was lagging a bit, hanging a little low but starting to rally again. As Josh worshipped Brian’s studstick, the big man hardened up nicely. My own dangle was feeling a little peaked but starting to strut once more as I watched my bud suck on his main man.

Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone pulled up a couple of chairs in front of the mirror, pulled our backs to their chests, hooked each of our legs behind theirs,  then told us to seat ourselves.

Josh and I had reeeaaalllllyyyy tender holes by this time, but they’d been jammed full of enough cum that we slipped right down those mighty meat ples like a fireman on the way to work.

Again, all four of us watched each other…watch ourselves,

If we weren’t so fagged out by two quick cums, I would have said we all looked super hot. Damp hair, dripping sweat. Bloodshot eyes. Of course, Scott and Brian just looked amazing…like they finished a warm up and were ready for a series of sprints.

Josh and I were trapped hard against slabs of muscle, our heads lulling back on the mens’ shoulders. Our legs were pulled wide and to the side, draped over those big meaty thighs. We reached down to hold the sides of the chairs to have some illusion of control. Scott and Brian could turn their heads slightly to watch it all in the mirror and still chew on our ears. They started working our nips, and balls too. The pulling, twisting and lobe nibbling powered up our poles once more.

“Now your fuckin’ pussy is really going to get it Skip! I’m going to punish that hole, little guy. I’m going to fuck so much cum up your hole that you’ll be burping my spooge. When I’m done you won’t be able to close your little cunt for a week. I’m going to grind your guts to garbage and fuck you until my dick sticks out your mouth!”

Mr. Grimes did have a way with words, and they seemed to be working. Faced with growing threats, my boy twat was panicking…squeezing itself again and again in fear. My dick was firming up cautiously, willing to try for another win for this two man team.

What I could see of Josh in the mirror was a little troubling. I’d never seen his eyes so big, and for him, that was really saying something. Whatever Brian was growling in his ear looked mean and nasty, as were the bites he started on my bud’s neck…rubbing that tender flesh with his stubble, licking…then biting some more. What words I could make out sounded a lot like, “fuck you and fuck you and jerk your goddamn pussy prick, then fuck you…” or maybe that was what Scott was saying to me. Reality was getting a little fuzzy.

These guys take their betting very seriously!

Ready?...Jerk!” yelled Scott.

Fucking and jerking began, indeed. There was a lot of yelling, squealing and snorting too. We seemed to be developing some reliable patterns.

I lost focus except for Scott’s and my faces in the mirror. Impossibly, his got even more intense, staring hard at my own reflected gaze. My head was lolling. I leaned my cheek against his as his free hand seized my nip and pinched so pointedly that I gasped and yelped. The hand moved across my chest and squeezed me harder against his pecs…then slid up to grasp my throat. His other hand jerked in a blur.

Slowly, deliberately, he squeezed my throat. I could see my face turn red and my mouth open to gasp for air. He jerked me harder still, pounding up into my body like a punch press gone mad.

Just as I started to see some stars, he moved from my throat and shoved his hand in my mouth up to the third knuckle, pushing my tongue down and poking his middle finger through the ring at the back.

“SHOOOT YOOURRR GGOOODDDAAAMMNN SPPPOOOOGGGEE YYYOOUU FUUCCCKIIING FAAGGGOT!!

I gagged, choked, tried to breath but no air came in, more stars appeared and the room got fuzzy. Then only darkness as I shot my god damn spooge.

“Hey…wake up, little dude!

“Do you know that you moan in your sleep when your pussy grabs my dick…even while you’re dreaming? You passed out on me when I pulled that third load out of you. We won, of course. But I wasn’t ready to dump my load in you yet, so I dropped you on the floor and fucked you some more.

“You should have seen your face! Fast asleep, with your little eyeballs wiggling under your tender little lids! You must have been dreaming of my dick again, little dude. What a fucking needy faggot! What a fucking lucky knob gobbler you are!”

I was slowly waking up, mashed between the full weight of Scott’s body and the mat. There was a puddle of drool under my cheek and I could feel his cock take a few more proprietary jabs in my guts. Where in the hell does this guy get his power? Maybe he’s got uranium in his balls or something. It was starting to dawn on me that even though “we” won the wager, I was going to be power fucked for the fourth time in less than an hour. We’d have to wait a bit though because I could see Brian walking around the gym with Josh’s legs wrapped around his waist. He was bouncing the kid on each step, jabbing his hot battered hole in a relentless punishment fuck. He had a non-stop glare going at my poor bud whose head lolled around with each step. I think if he wasn’t unconscious, he was wishing he were.

I lay there limp with Scott crashed out above me, his dick still twitching in my guts.

Well…there are worse ways to pass time, I’m thinking. Soon Brian would come to rim Scott while Josh chewed the big man’s balls. Soon, he’d be fucking me yet again.

Scott Converts The Preacher Man

We were in the den. There was only one big screen turned on and it was in front of Scott. He sat at his desk in only a wife beater and jock strap. Behind it and to the side, Brain lay sprawled on the leather couch, naked and hard as rock, of course. Josh was on the big blonde’s knob. I had my naked arse on the seat beside Brian who had his tongue sticking as far down my throat as it could get. We were the audience for Scott, I guess.

 Mr. Grimes was Skyping again.

“Well hello Reverend Treat! Thank you for taking my call. I wanted to let you know how well your son Josh is fitting in at my place here. I’m sure he told you he’s found a place to stay for the summer and probably for college too. He’s a hard worker, and he’s really, really good at taking direction. You’ve raised that kid right!”

Josh’s dad, middle aged, sitting there with a suit and tie, looked like a former collegiate wrestler. I could see where Josh got his body and his looks. The man smiled, “Mr. Grimes, I really appreciate your taking my boy in. He’s a good kid, but I always worry about his falling in with the wrong crowd, straying from the straight and narrow, from doing what is righteous, even becoming disobedient. He had better stay in line at your place, you know what I mean?”

“Sure do, Reverend! I think he’s doing just that, just now. An absolutely upright thing, very needful too.  He’s doing that for sure, Reverend, he’s doing his very dam…er…darned best!” Scott watched Josh go down on Brian’s pole until he bottomed out in the big man’s crotch and managed to reach a little farther with his tongue to lick the top of the man’s bag of balls. Brian rooted around in the back of my mouth while I sucked his tongue.

“Please call me Percy, if you will, Mr. Grimes.”

“I certainly will, Percy! You can call me Scott, I guess.  Great jacket you’re wearing! What’s that label on the inside? Slip it off so I can see, would you? “

“Uuuhhh…okay, Scott.”

Percy, that’s a great piece of clothing. Damn, Percy!  Now I can see where Josh got his muscles, man. Looks like your shirt’s going to rip in about ten places? You must do some wrestling too I bet. I got to go a couple of rounds with Josh. I guess he takes after his old man in a lot of ways, you think?” Josh choked some on Brian’s dick. “Go ahead and ditch the tie and shirt. I want to see if your guns are bigger than Josh’s.

“Well, I guess there’s no harm in that. We’re just a couple of guys here, right Scott?”

“Right Percy! Josh does take after you. Your kid is kind of ripped, ya know?”

““Well, uh…” Reverend Treat’s eyes were big and round. Thhthhhank you, Scott. Kind of you to say so.  Er, you certainly look like you’re in good shape, I can tell that.”

 ‘I’m in great shape, Percy…see? Scott struck his signature double biceps pose and smirked at the camera. “Yeah, I’m bigger than you, but you aren’t bad. See my nipples? They’re big and perfect, aren’t they? I was just born that way. But how about you, Percy ! You’ve got a nice pair of perky little points there too, guy. I think Joshie may really take after you in a lot of ways! I call your kid Joshie sometimes, I’m sure you don’t mind, do you guy? You know, I’ve gotta stand and stretch a bit, I’ve been sitting for a hell of a long time.”

Scott pushed his chair back, slowly stood and stretched to the ceiling. This put his jockstrapped dick right in front of the camera. His dick was hard. Big surprise, eh?

“Oh, my dear Lor…I mean, gosh Scott, you certainly have an unbelievably well developed body! Really!”

“Well, I am pretty pleased with it, but see here?” Mr. Grimes twisted in front of the screen and camera, turned a little and pointed a finger at his bottom rib.

“See, here along the side of my abs where my obliques flow down to the bottom of my eight  pack…right here where it runs down to my groin…well, right there, that’s where I’m trying to be a little more defined, you know. Percy? Watch this!!” His hand stopped right beside his stone hard dick that was threatening to burst out of its too small pouch.

“Ummmnnn…errrrr.. uuuhhhh, I…err…”

“What’s that, Percy? Let me show you

With a twist of his torso, Mr. Grimes hit his mind shattering double biceps pose again. His jock strap fell apart and slid down his legs to the floor. Out popped his perfect dick, throbbing in the fresh air, searching around for some pussy to plunder or some mouth to fuck.

“Oh my fucking god…oops!...my bad, Percy! Oh… Sorry again, Reverend! I guess I get so excited when I’m talking to someone who appreciates all the hard work I’ve been putting in to get in shape. Makes me kind of proud, ya know?”

“Uhhh, well…Scott! I guess I can relate to that in a way.” We later got to see the video showing Josh’s dad so sweaty and red in the face that he looked like he might explode. “Accidents like that happen, I know, kind of a ‘guy thing’ I guess, especially with men who are, well, who are really…well, really…”

Off camera, Brian was laughing with his tongue down my throat. Interesting sound. It tickled my neck inside and out.

“Thanks Perce! I knew you’d understand! Josh is so very much like you, you know? He really appreciates what other guys go through to look good, and is always there to give his support. You would be really proud of how he puts out when the need arises! Sometimes he’s even a bit of a brown noser, and Percy, is he ever good at cleaning things. Scott’s meat was now a tall monument to testosterone intoxication, a throbbing red beacon for the eyes of any faggot.

“You okay there, Percy? You look a little constricted. Need something to clear your throat, maybe? Some warm milk or something? Some hot cream, maybe?”

Later vid viewing showed the reverend staring at the screen as if hypnotized, his upper right arm and shoulder jerking rapidly because he was obviously jerking his righteously upright dick. That part was off screen, unfortunately.

“Uhhhh, uuuuuhhhh…UUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

The Reverand Percy Treat’s eyes actually crossed. He jerked forward a few times, his breath catching.  Then he gasped for a bit. His eyes fucking rolled up in his head. He gradually began to come down from the joy of juicing his meat while staring at Scott’s dick. When his eyes started to look big and round again – a little startled, a little fearful, maybe, you could see where Josh got that too.

“You okay there Reverend? Maybe you need to eat something? Maybe something big enough to match your hunger. You look all pale and all, like maybe you need more protein or something. A hunk of meat or a sausage or something, maybe? Anything I can do for you, Percy?”

“Uuuuhhh, no, Mr. Grimes…I mean, Scott. Thank you, but I think I’ll be okay.”

“Well, heck Percy. You do remind me so much of your son Josh. Maybe you can come visit sometime? I could sure use one more pus…er..one more person to help me with my workouts, ya know? Give it a thought, Rev. Give it a really hard thought Puss…uhhhrrrr…Percy! I’ll make sure you’re taken care of, damn sure.

“Bye now… and god bless!”

As Scott signed off, Reverend Treat looked like he was having a stroke. He stared at his camera, eyes wide with shock. Easy to see where Josh got that from too.  I figured Mr. Preacherman would be knocking on the door to “check on Josh” pretty damn soon. I think Mr. Grimes was figuring on the same thing.

“So Brian,” Scott chortled, “Looks like your dick’s waaaayyyyy down Sparky’s gullet. Your boy looks fucking hungry. Better feed him now. You’ll probably be sticking it up his daddy’s holy hole in the near future.

“Mr. Stone laughed in my mouth as he gave it up to the human shop vac that was Josh’s mouth. The swallowing went on for quite some time and my tongue got a chance to dive down Mr. Stone’s throat for a change, while he gasped for air.

Soon, of course, I was gasping on Mr. Grimes’ dick again. He simply stood looking down in at Brian and Josh while I sucked away. He didn’t even flinch as he shot off into my throat.

“Brian, flip Josh onto his belly on the floor. I want to watch you fuck him while Skip sucks another load out of my dick. I’m not done yet.