Skippy Gobbles Cocksnot

The Twinks Are Rescued

“We’re here little dudes! Take the dicks out of your mouths and strip. Jocks and racers only for you two, remember?”

The four of us had arrived at the Alpha Team Bullpit again. We’d had a dinner of pizza and beer before we left. Of course the men made sure there was extra Skippy and Josh spunk on our slices, but we got to drink some beer again as it ran off the men’s dicks. We all were getting really good at that…no spills!

A  valet took the Hummer away,  after staring at our naked asses and high fiving Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone. He snickered as he laid rubber.

 “Gents! Glad to have you back, and your twinks too of course!” Winston was at the front door alongside a bouncer that was as big as he was.  He leaned down and got in Josh’s and my faces a bit as we past.

“Remember what I told you kids, stay close to your men or you might get fucked into the floor or something. Got it?”

We stared back at him and nodded solemnly. We remembered.

Winston laughed away as Scott and Brian forged through the crowd and seized a tiny table with a couple of chairs in which they immediately sat. Josh and I stood waiting, glancing around the room. The overhead cages were now occupied with jockstrapped twinks  wearing leather collars from which hung large numbers. Each collar was leashed to a cage bar.  The cages under the bar held the same, but those boys were busy nursing the dicks of the men drinking at each bar stool. On the bar in front of each stool was a box like you can still see in taxis. As the men on the stool fed in quarters, the guys in the cages below sucked in their cock. A dollar per minute. This explained the stacks of silver dollars in front of each patron. Lots of men betting on a royal flush, eventually.

The big sport screens showed views from the many cameras – caged twinks, twinks under tables, men doing everything but actual fucking on the dance floor. Of course the place reeked of sex. The DJ was mashing up versions of Just Beat It.

“Plunk!” Winston set a couple of double scotches in front of our men. We gave the guys our “what’s up?” faces. In unison, Scott and Scott unzipped and  pointed under the table. We understood.

The men’s dicks were already rising to the beat of the music. Josh and I attached ourselves, sat back on our heels and hummed into action.

From time to time we could see passersby out of the corners of our eyes.  Some would stop at the table and  talk. Occasionally someone would squat down and reach toward Josh or me with a middle finger. Brian or Scott would snap their fingers near our ears and we would give the visiting digit something warm and wet to play in for a few seconds. We later learned that our men would point out which screens showed Josh and me hard at work.

After maybe twenty minutes of mostly soaking their cocks in our throats, Scott and Brian snapped their fingers and turned their thumbs up beneath the table. Knowing our cue, we crawled out and stood up.

“Little dudes, we need a refill and Winston’s got his dick in a lot of different situations tonight, so be good guys and scamper up to the bar for us. They’ll know to put it on our tab. If they ask who you are, just poke your middle finger in your mouths. Everyone will know.

Blushing from top to bottom, slipping our way through the mob, we got our buns smacked, massaged, pinched and once…even kissed. A finger may have even made it an inch or two up my pussy, but Josh and I kept moving. We were on a mission.

Finally at the bar, we waiting patiently behind a couple of other young guys when we felt ourselves grabbed by the backs of our necks and roughly guided away from the well.

What the fuck? Had Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone changed their minds or what? Was this part of a game they wanted us to play along with, or did they decide to leave, or…

We were manhandled along like a couple of helpless manikins, afraid to speak or try to resist. The guys must be pissed at us or something! We were pushed between and around the line of guys who waiting to get into the toilet and then out some back exit into a stinking brick alley. It was chilly, and our nips stood up in protest.

“Okay Pussies! Get your asses ON THE GROUND NOW!!”

OH MY GOD!! THESE GUYS WEREN’T SCOTT AND BRIAN AT ALL!!!

We were  pressed down until our knees hit the bricks. We twisted to see who had grabbed us. They were both really big guys who looked like they spent every day at the gym, pumping, posing and or maybe pounding on twinks.

The bigger of the two grabbed me by the jaw, leaned down and spit in my face. “If you get enough drool on our dicks in the next thirty seconds, it won’t hurt quite so fucking much when we rape your loser faggot asses all to hell and back. He thumbed open my jaw pulled me onto is cock and continued, “It’ll still hurt like hell, but you won’t yell so fucking loud when we punish your pussies. Suck like the worthless faggots you are, you pathetic, fucking little…”

Before we could learn exactly what fucking little things  we were that were pathetic etc, the exit door exploded open, hitting the wall and knocking off some of the concrete block.

Scott and Brian barreled out like twin trucks.

In two seconds they had back handed the guys away from us, picked us off the ground by our armpits, and thrown us back inside the bar, and slammed the exit door shut. Immediately the door began to shudder and rattle, really heavy sounds were coming from the other side. There was a lot of slamming and banging…a couple moments of silence, then a sound like a couple of pigs were getting their balls electrocuted.

Josh and I stood frozen. We waited.

Behind us the guys stopped going in and out of the toilets and moved in behind us. We all stared at the door.

The handle slowly turned, the door opened, and in strode Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone.

They were breathing a bit heavily. They wiped their knuckles on their slacks and each ran a hand through their hair to bring it back to order. Their shirts were missing some buttons and were torn in places.

The crowd behind us whistled and applauded. The men nodded graciously. Scott raised a hand for silence.

The place got very quiet.

Scott and Brian looked down at us.  “We fucking saved your asses, little dudes! Might have been fun to have waited and watched maybe, but it didn’t seem as if those bastards appreciated what they had with you two little guys.

“Brian, I think our little twinks are still in shock. We’d better get some dick into them fast.

“Pussy!! Sparky!!” Scott pointed to the floor.

Their zips dropped once again and so did we.

“Your gestures of gratitude are duly noted, boys. Brian and I were fucking awesome!!”

The crowd behind us moved forward, watching, commenting. They leaned in to watch Scott as he started fucking my face, his balls smacking my chin, over and over.

“Fuck, that  twink looks like he’s praying to that cock or something. Can’t say as I blame him, look at that fucking perfect dick, man! It looks like Bambi sucking off papa buck! Look at that little cocksucker nurse on the meat…just suck, suck, and eat eat!”

“Yeah, but see  how the one with the big eyes is cramming the dick all the way down his gullet! Man, he looks like a fucking like a boa constrictor swallowing a log! You can see that big pole bulge and pulse in his throat while his adam’s apple moves up and down!! Jesus!!”

 “I’d love to try sticking mine in any one of those little holes but Grimes or Stone would rip it off of me for sure.”

Scott beamed down and smiled approvingly at our efforts.

‘Skip…Josh…you know, little guys, it’s impossible for you two to ever say ‘thank you’ too much or often!”

As they talked on, we sucked on. Much appreciation was in order.

Skippy Takes Up Water Sports

Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone were really pretty good to us that evening. We got to suck them all the way home in the Hummer. Then they put us to bed and slow fucked us for about a half hour before injecting our twats with more pussy paste. On top of that we got to sleep most of the night with the guys’ dicks in our mouths. We woke up and fed every few hours. Apparently we’d drooled a lot because we had to lick up a lot that had run down between their balls and thighs. Gotta say…we still woke up rested and refreshed!

When Scott got out of bed, he reached back,  grabbed me by the back of the neck and marched me into the bathroom. Dudes, the thing is fucking huge! The shower’s like a room of its own with a couple of benches, radiant heat, nozzles on three sides as well as in the floor. A whole selection of hoses and spray handles dangle from the big rain head in the middle wall. And mirrors. Of course, there were mirrors.

Mr. Grimes pushed me in, and turned on the water.

“Clean your pussy, little guy. I’ll be along in a minute. Don’t you dare piss yet, you hear me?”

I nodded. Just as I finished douching, Scott came back, turned off the water and sat on one of the benches.

“Come here, little dude, sit on my cock.”

I sucked him for a minute or two, then, with my back to him, slowly worked my pussy lips over the head of his dick. Slowly, squirming, backing off again, trying repeatedly, I impaled my tender guts on his spike. My bladder already felt really, really full. As I forced my pussy down over his big unit, it felt like my gut was going to explode. My dick leaked a drop or two. He twiddled the end of my dick. I was hard as stone. Very hot stone.

“Don’t you piss yet, little fucker!”

I whimpered and a couple more drips of my piss hit the floor. I could only whine some more at the pain.  I stared into my own face in the steamy mirror. I looked like I was hurting. Well…I was hurting. Then I heard Mr. Grimes growl very, very low in his throat. He started taking deep breaths as reached around my waist and put his other big hand on my abs, just above my pubes – exactly on top of my screaming bladder.

I whimpered again, then squealed as he pressed his hand into me, pinching my cock knob at the same time.

Scott growled in my ear, “I’m going to piss in your guts now, then fuck you ‘til you piss out.”

The warm wet flood blossoming in my guts added even more pressure to my little bladder. The big man pissed like a race horse even as his punch fucked up into my guts.

I was squealing with every jab now, gasping for air against the pain. Scott released my knob and started jacking me hard, even as he doubled his thrusts up into my guts as he stood, leaning forward so I had to reach forward to catch us both on the mirror. He jabbed me hard and ground into me, grabbed my balls while at the same time pounding a fist in my gut.

I fucking exploded. It was amazing!!

My balls and bladder clutched in pain, my arse juddering on Scott’s meat mallet. Gouts of cum shot out the end of my dick as my boy-pussy squeezed even harder on Scott’s cock. As I squirted my last, my bladder finally blew open and I pissed like a fire hose. I lay back against the big guy. I was floppier than a cum rag at a porn shoot.

Mr. Grimes let go of my balls and turned on the showers. Warm water rained on us, squirting from everywhere. He sat down again and pulled me back against him - still impaled on the big one.

I was one limp unit.

“Good work little dude! I knew you could do it! Now stand up slowly, waddle over to the drain and let go. Then douche yourself and come back. Looks like I forgot to bring a washcloth.  I’m going to sit here and you’re going to lick every inch of my body. Get going, little guy!”

The tongue bath took awhile, but eventually I was finished. He didn’t let me linger anywhere, just kept me moving along until I got every hair around his arse hole, the caves of his pits, every toe, finger, his palms and soles too.

“Wash me, little dude!”

I did. I put soap on my hands and rubbed his body from head to toe, then did the shampoo and rinse thing for his head. When I very carefully washed his face, he lazily moved his head from side to side and hummed a bit. I think he liked it. Then he stood and bent forward so I could soap his butt. After a rinse, I squatted behind him and rimmed him for about five minutes. The humming continued. Then he sat again.

“Have a seat again, Pussy!” Scott looked meaningfully at his rampant cock, and he pointed to a bottle of lube on the shelf. I grabbed it and squirted a bunch up my ass. Scott turned me to face away from him again, then pulled me back against him once more while I squated. He bulls-eyed me. Reaching under my arm pits, he reversed his hands to grab me by the shoulders. Relentlessly, he pulled me down on his hot wet pole. God…it felt so fucking goddamn good!

When his pubes were rasping against my tender pussy lips, he grabbed  me around the waist with both arms and hunched us over until my palms touched the tiles. He bucked his big dick up into me for a couple of minutes. Jesus could he fuck!

Scott sat us up again and pulled me back to rest against his big chest while he pinched and worked my nipples. My twat clamped down on his meat like a cylindrical vice. He fucked up into that for a bit.

“Open, little dude!”

I opened my mouth.

Mr. Grimes felt around on the tip of my tongue, then ran a finger up between my gums and upper lips. It fucking tickled like hell!! I twitched a little on his dick. He reached forward and grabbed an adjustable shower head and flicked it to its needle spray setting. Then he held it under us and aimed the thing at our balls and tender inner thighs.

“AAAAHHhhhhhhh…hhhhhaaaaaaahhhhh…hhhaaahhhhhhhhh….hhaaaaa..hhhaaaaa!!!!!!”

I thought I’d go nuts. That REALLY fucking tickled.

Locked in his lap, my legs hanging on each side of his man-spread knees, I jerked and jittered. I screeched and bounced like I was being electrocuted.

“Open!”

When I did, he aimed the needle spray inside my mouth. I closed the back of my throat and the water foamed out of my lips, but the needles REALLY FUCKING TICKLED!!!!

With the needles again aimed at my balls, I settled into continual spasms…spasms that had my twat working his dick like a pro. Then he dropped the shower head and grabbed my balls in one hand and my dick in another, leaning back so I sat helpless…a piece of quivering meat on his man spike.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh…Scooootttttt….Sccoooootttt!!!” I came in great gouts, shaking in my own personal earthquake.

Mr. Grimes rubbed my stomach and fiddled with my balls as I settled down.

“Pussy!” He growled in my ear. “What the fuck did you just call me, Pussy?”

Still twitching, I managed to squeak out, “Uh…I called you ‘Scott’…Mr. Grimes. I’m…I’m sorry Mr. Grimes. I won’t let it happen again, Mr. Grimes…sir?”

“Well, maybe we’ll see about that, little guy? Sounded kind of cute when you did it. Probably means I’m going to have to fuck you now until you piss out some more spooge, don’t you think…Pussy?”

“Yes Mr. Grimes. It probably means you’re going to fuck me until my eyes cross.”

“Yeeeeaaaaaahhhh. That’s sooooooooo going to happen. Brace yourself faggot, I’m going to pound your guts ‘til you cum and piss again.

And he did.

After breakfast, the men were ready to head back to the city for the week.

They stood in the entryway, smirking down at us as Josh and I sucked them.

“God but I love how much you need my cocksnot, Skippy! Having THE dick means I’ve got a little responsibility, I guess .Need to keep you fed. Here you go little guy!…SPPPLLLUUUUUGGGE!!

“Suck it all out, ‘cause you won’t be getting it for a few days. That’s it, little fellow. Now kiss the best dick in the world goodbye and zip me up.” Mr. Grimes actually winked at me!! Then he threw his head back and laughed.

“Shit, Brian! Our little dudes get so hungry for our butch butter that sometimes I think they’re going to suck us to death! Wouldn’t that be a fucking great way to go, though, wouldn’t it bro?”

Mr. Stone’s grin was all the agreement needed.

“Little dudes! Brian and I decided that you’re going to have to beat off four times tomorrow, but you’ll only be able to cum if you have a dick in your mouth. Luckily for you, we’ve got a drywall crew coming in to do some work in the attic. They’ll be hot, they’ll be sweaty, they’ll be feeding you cum. Make sure they go away happy, and all their cum is in your guts. Got it?

Next morning we put knees on floor and opened the door. Four big men looked down at us, fist bumped one another, then unzipped. We easily met our quota.

The Boys Use Their Kissers

“DDDDrrrririiinnnnnnnnnggggggg..”

The door slammed open.

On our knees, it was still easy to figure out who the guy was – the intern whose head was working overtime in Scott’s lap when the men called us from the Grimes’ law office.

In person he had one of those faces that makes you catch your breath. Blond hair, dark eyes, he looked like an angel on the way to conquer hell. He was looking down at Josh and me.

His sneer said it all.

Well, not all, because he added, “You’re Pussy and Sparky, right…oh…ex-cuse-me!!...your Skippy and Joshie, right…oh ex-cuse-me-again…I guess you’re Skip and Josh? Well, I think Pussy and Sparky are probably way more accurate, don’t you, faggots?” He tossed a couple of business cards on the tiles in front of us. “Greg Seemens – only the best for all your needs.”

Keeping quiet, a little anxious maybe, we nodded slowly, feeling like pair of rabbits in front of a fox.

“Mr. Grimes has sent me to get things started with some more improvements he wants done to the place. We’re going to start with improving the mood of my dick right now, little dudes.

“Get the hell off the floor and take my clothes off me.”

Well, this was new!

I eased off his jacket and folded it on a nearby chair, then returned to unbutton his shirt, loosen and slip off his tie. He stood as if he were some Greek bronze waiting to be polished. Turned out he was.

Josh got both shoes off and stowed them, then popped the belt and button and dropped the zip. The trousers hit the floor as I shimmied the shirt off the man’s torso. He was a Greek god. A young one. A very fit one.  A very well hung one. The hanging part started to change right away, becoming less and less hanging and more and more upright.

‘Pussy! You get to suck my dick first. Sparkyboy! You get to eat my asshole first. A couple of lucky guys, aren’t you? So lucky that you’ll each get to eat about everything you see. But first, you can start with my ears.”

This was new too!

Josh and I had to stand on our toes to get our lips to his ears. We swabbed, washing the oh-so-tender shells, then began to burrowing in. 

“Keep your little pink tongues a bit dry there guys – not so much noise, okay?”

We did some drier spelunking. He moved his head gently back and forward, luxuriating in our attention, I guess.

“Sides of the neck…”

We could stand flat and just reach the pulses under his jaw – lapping and nibbling with our lips at his pulse points.

He raised his arms and clasped one hand with the other, resting both on the top of his blond waves.

“Pits…”

We slid right in there. He used some antiperspirant that made our lips want to pucker at first, but we licked it away in half a minute. We could smell his natural musk mixed with the smell of our spit.

“Now the nips…”

On down we slurped over solid matching slabs of muscle to the cappuccino colored aureoles. They rose in appreciation. Greg grabbed the backs of our heads and mashed our mouths against his tits. First we sucked, then we nibbled. We did some gentle nipping with our front teeth, before settling in to nurse on those tender nubs. We had the man moaning big time.

“OOOOOOHhhhhhhhh fffuuuuuccckkkkkiiiinngggg fffuuucckkk, you faggots can suck, man! Now look up and open, fagboys…”

We did. He first spit in my mouth, then Josh’s.

“Swallow!”

Gulp and gulp.

“Up and open again…”

We did. More spit.

“Pussy, get the dick. Sparky, get the hole.

“Now!! Fagboys!!” Mr. Seemens could be very emphatic.

Josh and I started to explore exciting new possibilities. I could tell from the nasty wet slurping Josh was doing between those noble cheeks that my friend had found one of his favorite flavors of asshole. The dick I went down on was ready for me and more than able to take some major slurping itself. After I deep throated it I pulled off, then slathered it top to bottom before washing his balls most thoroughly. Those things were big, and they hung down low, a couple of figs in a fuzzy tan sock  - all of which needed a lot of attendiont from me. I could just barely get both nuts in my mouth to gently massage and chew on them.

“Kiss…”

We stopped. Totally uncertain.

‘Kiss, faggots!!”

Josh and I started to stand, thinking he actually wanted us to kiss him, but…

“Stupid faggots!! Kiss!! Pussy – kiss the slit. Sparky – kiss the hole.

We did and we waited.

“Who in the hell told you to stop, cocksuckers?”

We started speed kissing his anatomical details. His knob pulsed at the attention as I kissed the bottom of his piss slit. I later saw on the videos how the man’s muscled cheeks would flex, forcing Josh to fight his way into Greg’s succulent hole. I also saw how Mr. Seeman began doing a whole series of isometrics for his arms and torso, forcing one arm against another, a wrist against his breast bone, rhythmic ab compressions.

We kissed away. We kissed dick and arse while he preened and popped his muscles.

Greg dropped his arms, let out his breath, “Get some tongue in there too Sparky, your pussyboy friend is about to get lucky.”

Josh made like a mini punch press as he continued smooching away, kissing and poking. I poked my tongue at the piss slot with every kiss, making tiny but intense suction right on those tiny piss lips.

Still kissing, I started drinking too when the big man’s bubbler started putting out the precum. He didn’t move. He made no sound. Then he came… a whole fucking lot. I swallowed it all (I have been practicing, right?) sucking it right through my puckered kissing lips and then I kissed on, coaxing more syrupy goo from the tap. The man stayed hard.

“Okay boys! Clean up where you are, then take my clothes and luggage to a guest room. After that, meet me in the den. I’ve got some calls to make. We’ll stay naked today.

“Oh, and while I’m on the phone, Pussy, you get the left foot, Sparky, the right. They’ll both be really clean by the time I hang up, won’t they, fagboys?”

He did have beautiful feet.

I tongued between the last two toes of Mr. Seemens’ foot, then slithered over his instep to lick along the arch before sliding down to suck some more on his big toe. Josh was coordinating with me. We were like a well oiled machine, one that was oiling those big elegant gunboats really well. We started again down the row of toes, sucking and slurping when we heard:

“Hello Mr. Grimes! Thank you for taking my call. I’ve just finished calling the contractors and suppliers as you requested and I’ve introduced myself to the boys. They’re freshening me up after my drive here.”

Greg was on the phone.

“Good job there …er…Greg! It’s Greg, right?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Grimes. I’m flattered you remembered.”

“Thought it was something like that. Hell Greg, what are the boys up to?”

“Just a minute sir and I’ll redirect the cameras.”

“Looks like they’re up to your ankles, Stud! Hey Brian! Get off my dick a second and see what our little dudes are up to.”

Josh and I could keep licking and still catch the sight of Brian pulling off Scott’s meat on one of the side screens in the den.  He grinned down at us.

“Looking good, little dudes! I know you wish you were eating on Scott and me, but at least you’ve got someone in your mouth! How ‘bout the two of you sucking face then getting up there to double team that guy’s…Greg, is it?,,,junk? Think of yourselves as a couple of drones that Scott and I will be driving.

Josh and I pulled off Greg’s legs and melted into each other’s mouths. God but his tongue was so soft, so wet, and so fucking strong! I always lost to him and he ended up sticking his through to my tonsils where he’d rummage around until I moaned for him.

“That’s enough kissy-face, faggots.” Snapped Scott. “Let’s see you chewing on the meat and potatoes. Greg…it is Greg…yeah…put your hands behind your head. You keep them there, fucker, and lean back. These twinks are now on remote control, so just fucking lie back and take it!”

Mr. Seeman gazed down at us while we went at his balls. The trademark smirk was there. He must be an Alpha COK frat bro too.

Brian said, “Okay little guys, I want to see you two humping some ankles there. Sparky, do your puppy thing while you suck on that big bone.

Josh complied…enthusiastically too. I dry humped the other leg and kept rooting around in Greg’s balls.

“Get his nips now, little dudes. I want to see his face as you chew on his nubs. Go for it little guys!”

We shifted to nibble his big tan gummi bears. Greg started to growl a little. We could see his mouth drop open a little and his eyes roll up. This guy really likes tended tits!

“…uh…Greg…right! Greg! Reach in the drawer there and pull out a couple of suction cups and that bit of cotton rope in there. They go on you, big guy. Little dudes, get back to his junk. I want to see it as hot and slimy as you can get it.”

After a couple of minute, Mr. Grimes continued, “Joshie, stay on the man’s meat while Skip sucks yours. You’re going to fuck his little Skippy hole. Greg, twist those cups for me, guy. Show me your love.”

We did what we were told. I hummed while Josh and Greg moaned.

“Skip! On all fours mouth on Greg’s dick, Sparky, fuck him, fuck him…NOW!” It happened like he said.

“Greg, get up, take the rope and tie the pups’ balls together. They’re going to be even closer friends for a bit. That’s it, Greg. Now stick your dick up Josh’s pussy. Make sure we hear some yelling around that, ya know?”

Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone heard three screams, actually. Not screams of pain really, but sounds to match the intensity of the moment.

“Brian, is that a picture or what? Glad it’s all be recorded. We’ll be watching this one again and again. Speaking of which, you’ll have to watch it later , ‘cause my dicks getting dry and you need to fix that, Brian.”

Scott continued, “Ya hear that, Greg? Mr. Stone sucks WWWAAAAYYYYYY  better than you, but you’ll get  a hell of a lot more practice when you’re intern arse is back here at the office.”

“So, Greg, let’s see you with your chest smashed on Josh’s back . That’s it. Now reach under and start working Skips nips. TTHHHAaaaattttt’ssssit! Now Greg, you pull exactly two inches of dick out of Josh’s hole  and then shove it back in. No more, now less. Twisting, rooting around, all cool, but only two inches in or out.

“Little dudes! You can’t do fucking much except take it, can you? I’ll bet when Greg pinches your nubs your little faggot pussy grabs dick, doesn’t it Skip? Am I right Joshie? Are your fagboy balls feeling the burn, little fuckers?”

Josh was panting, but I could feel his head on my shoulder nod a couple of times. I could feel Josh do hard mini jabs in my twat. With our balls tied together he couldn’t move much but his twitches were becoming electric spasms. Greg’s staccato pounding in Josh’s boy cunt throbbed through him and on into me.

“Man! If I could only be there I’d fucking fingerfuck your hole, Greg! I’d smack all three sets of balls till you boys screamed like girls. Greg, fuck that hole, man, fuck that hole!

Greg moaned and picked up speed. Apparently just thinking about Scott’s finger in his ass and his balls being spanked made him hotter. The three of us were as tense as we could get, truly desperate to move on, move out, to find some way to cum.

“Okay guys. Greg, pull out and free up the boy’s balls, then get your cute ass back in the chair, hands behind you head. Kids, I want you back in his crotch while you jerk each other’s little boy bats.”

We readily complied.

“ That’s it guys! Now when I tell you, you’re going to stand and deliver on Greg’s junk. Greg, keep your mitts behind your head. Ready?

“One…two…three…NOW!”

Josh and I plastered Greg’s dick and balls with our spooge, like squirting whipped cream from a couple of cans.

“Kids, jerk those tit cups off the guy and start chewing like a son-of-a-bitch …NOW!!!!!!!!”

We did.

Greg screamed like a banshee and a great splat of cum shot out of his spunk spout.

“Keep sucking and chewing, little dudes!”

 Josh and I chewed away. We couldn’t smirk and chew at the same time, but we could do an awesome job torturing his tits a little. After all, Mr. Grimes said we had to, didn’t he?

“FFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK, dudes! I fucking dropped my nut in Brian’s mouth just watching you three! Look at what a desperate bunch of fags you are. You’ll do any fucking thing I tell you so you can have my dick in you again sometime! I am fucking AAWWWEEESSOME!!

“Brian! You dog, you! You got every bit of my junk juice again didn’t you? Wasn’t that perfect? Man, but I love to hear it when interns scream, don’t you? They’re so intense and everything. Love to fuck their bushy tails too, so take my dick out of your mouth and send in the other what’s-his-name. He needs a hell of a lot of supervision today. You can fuck his mouth while I stick my cock up his twat tube.

“Skip and Josh! Eat all the cocksnot off Greg. He’s looking a bit too casual for a legal assistant, don’t you think? Tidy him up a bit. Then you can get back to his feet for a while. He might find it soothing, ya know? Take his mind off those raw looking nips of his.

“See you guys later!”