Skippy Gobbles Cocksnot

Scott Stakes His Claim

“Yeah, he used to be the little kid next door who had a crush on my, big time. He’d hide in the bushes and beat off watching me pump iron. The thing is, I’m sitting here watching the tube and about to stick my dick in his mouth. He’s waiting for me to tell him what to do. Kid needs to feed again. Any ideas?

 “You are right. He is kind of a pussy, though. Cute, good build, a bit runty, but for sure…a pussy.”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea, Brian. Drop that dick in your hand and get it over here. It’s got a job to do. See you in a bit.”

Tossing his phone beside him, he stood and pointed at his hardening meat.“Goooooood pussy, puss, puss! Come get the big cock, Pussy!”

Yep, here I was. Walking forward on my knees, my mouth making a bee line for the prize.

“Hands behind your back, woos. All mouth, all the time for now. Maybe your get to touch it later. God but I love to watch a fag feast on my dick!”

Spit ran from my mouth down his balls and onto my cock as I sucked. It warmed again on my dick, then dripped down off my balls to puddle on the floor between my knees. Jaw working, I set a rhythm like a calf on a cow teat…working hard for a hot liquid lunch.

“You like my big unit in your mouth, don’t you, Skip? Work it good so that when Brian gets here, he and I  can work you good.”

Who the hell is Brian?, I wondered. I licked at the underside of Scott’s big knob, then slithering down to swipe his balls a few licks, then back again to the prize mouthful.

“Tell me how much you like it, pussy boy. God you must be in heaven after waiting for years to eat me!”

“Mmmiph muommf yhrrn nhiicc, sguuudt, mmmiph moummf yhrr nhicc nnin mni yyead.”

“Yeah, you do love my dick in your head…such a bad boy, talking with meat in your mouth. But guess you can’t help it when you need it so fucking much. Take some time now and just kiss that knob, show it how much you care, baby.”

I kissed away. There was a knock on the door.

“Hey come on in, stud!” Scott yelled. It must be his friend Brian. Scott held my kissing lips to his cock and I couldn’t turn to look.

 I rolled my eyes trying to see, but with my back to the door, I could only hear the clap of some flip flops and a deep snarky laugh. Scott thumbed my jaw open and pulled me onto his meat.

“Oh man, Scottie! Your fucking junk sure is a twink magnet! Little dude’s down on the floor cleaning the equipment before the main event. How’s it feel in that wet, hot hole?”

“Sooooo fuckin good, dude. Look at this pussy chow down on my man meat. God it’s so good. He sucks, slathers, slurps and gags, then comes back for more. I love it when he kisses the tip and then dives for the big gulp.  You’ll know soon enough yorself, guy. This little dude is getting educated before he starts college. Right now he’s slaving for Suck 101. He needs some team teaching to help advance his talent. Being a new freshman, he needs some other required work, say…a really tough Pole Sitting Seminar.”

“Okay, Scott, I’m in with the tutoring. Any kid as hungry for knowledge as he is has got to be worth feeding him everything I’ve got.”

“Skip!” I looked up into Scott’s smirking face. “Meet Brian…that’s Mr. Stone to you. He and I will be team teaching you this afternoon. Work hard and I know you will have a really satisfying future ahead of you. For now, just keep sucking, little dude.”

“Brian, come here and check out the kid’s ears. Feel really soft, don’t they. Go ahead and rub ‘em a bit. Earlobes like fresh gumdrops. You’re so going to chew ‘em while you fuck him later, aren’t you? I love to watch you work a tender twink. Right now, though, help him work my junk. Slied your hand around his throat. If you think it’s hot on the outside, wait until you feel it on the inside. Feel my dick go down inside him, feel his neck swell with that meat filling? He’s so fucking hot and wet, like real pussy, but with a tongue. Yeah, squeeze him a little. ”

The guy behind me felt me up all around my head. One finger glided around to the front of my face, skimmed over my stretch lips, then began to worm into my mouth alongside Scott’s cock. Then he slipped a hand behind Scott’s balls and worked them like bread dough while I sucked that big dick.

“Scott, you do know how to find ‘em and fuck ‘em, don’t you? This is one prime suck boy. When can I take him for a test drive? How ‘bout now, right now, okay? Brian’s voice was husky with horniness and need.

“Maybe in a few, Bri. I need a few more sucks before the next event. This pussy was virgin until I busted its mouth, and it’s still virgin in his arse. I want to climb into him totally, do it hard but slowly. For the rest of his life, this kid is going to think of me every time he takes a shit or scratches his ass. I’m going to be his best memory,”

“Got it. You call the shots as always, man. Where do you want me?”

“Get your piece in front of his face first.” Behind me I heard a zipper open and some cloth move around.

“Okay little guy. Say goodbye to your best friend now. Kiss him a few times. He’ll be going around the back to say hello again soon..” I smooched the knob a few times then looked up for more direction.

“Squirrel around on the floor and meet your second best buddy…Mr. Stone’s pocket rocket.”

Scooting around on the floor, I turned to see another perfect dick in my face. A tiny bead of clear goo sparkled at the tip and it sprang for a bush of white blond curls at  the other end.

“There you go, twinkle-boy! Another spooge spout for you to knock yourself out on. Chow down, faggot!”

I did as I was told, tongue reaching, catching the cap, then leaning in to smother the meat with my mouth.

“Oh my fucking god! This kid’s better than beer!”

Straining to see my new feeder I could just make out his gloating face. This Brian was Brad Pitt shaped all over, right down to the dimples that popped with the smirk, kitted out with blonde curls.

“Strip down you two!” commanded Scott. “Skip, make sure that Bri’s cock stays wet the whole time.”

Keeping our connection, Brian’s dick gently moving in and out of my suck hole, we slipped out of our pants and briefs. Brad tossed his tee off over his head, but I was stuck. Scott just grabbed it and ripped it off me.

“Oh yeah, fucking animal time in the big house, huh guys?” laughed Scott.

Skippy Gets Pussied

“Okay big Brian, sit back on your heels and lean against the couch. He’s going to be a good little doggie while he chews on your big bone.”

I kept my face glued to his junk as the man got into position. He settled back for a long slow suck, running a hand through my hair like he’d pet a dog, fingering my face, down my cheek, then i into my mouth along side his cock. Every once in a while, he’d pull my head off his stuff and stick in a middle finger instead. It was all so fucking hot!

 I sucked and sucked.

“Skippy, time for me to pop your tiny little button. We’re going to take our time. You’ll be hotter than a stove when we’re done. Point your little tail up to the ceiling and get ready for what daddy’s got for you.”

My back swayed low while my mouth stayed impaled on Brad. I could feel Scotts warm breath on the oh-so-tender flesh of my hole.

“Well, look what we have here, Brian! So teeny tiny, so pink and so scared. Cute little pucker that’s not been outside much, and here you are, little butt-pussy, all out in the open and unprotected. What a cute little thing you are. Talk to daddy, little hole. Are you trying to shrink inside yourself, little winky? There’s no place to hide is there? Not a hair to hide you either. What’s a pretty pink little thing like you going to do to get ready for Skippy’s best friend? You want a little kiss, twinky-hole? How does this feel, all warm and easy, right? You smell so good, fresh and boyish, a little bit of ball sweat too. A few kisses maybe, little one?

Scott’s big wet tongue began to lick and tease my boy twat.  I felt it soften and melt into a little muscle puddle. How could anything feel this fucking good? As he chowed down, munching and nibbling on my soft pink pussy lips, the thing began to open like a flower, making a shallow cup for his scouring mouth.

“There you go, little thing! Wasn’t that easy? Nice and soft, easier to get into, eh? He gauged around with his stubbly chin. But wait a minute, little pussy! You’re about to get fucked, aren’t you. You’re going to be a naughty little pussy hole?”

WACK, WACK, WACK…two fingers smacked my helpless pucker. It flinched and squeezed itself into a little fist, stunned by its betrayal. Brian’s cock still in my mouth, I stopped sucking for a moment. Shocked.

“Oh, wait little pussy hole! You may be naughty, but it feels so fucking good when I eat you out doesn’t it? You’re a good little pussy, aren’t you? Daddy’s going to have to work you little more and get to know you better.”

WACK, WACK WACK! A finger smacked my hole again, before coming to my mouth and sipping in beside Brian’s pole.

“Time to do a little tunneling, Skippy. We’re going to get to the bottom of your hot little sex sleeve…and maybe even a little further. You’re going to be a fucking hot little twat for fucking dick.”

His spit coated finger started circling my hole, wet, smooth. I half expected to hear the thing sing like the rim of a wine glass. For several minutes he circled, wetting his own finger again and again, then circling some more.

“Brian, it sure acts like twink puss alright!” WHACK, WHACK! Scott smacked my hole with a couple of fingers. It flinched and snapped shut in panic.

Peeking up, I saw Brian was in a sex trance, staring almost blankly over my head at Scott and his relentless campaign to take my arse.  I fell into a sucking stupor, everything disappearing except for the meat in my mouth and the circling joy of my back button.

Circle…circle, WHACK… circle circle…little center poke. Scott set up a rhythm, like some drugged out rock drummer. My pussy relaxed, then snap shut, relax as it was coaxed open a bit, then would squeeze itself to a tight little tube as the digit worked inside a bit. Gradually, there were more circles, more whacks and deeper pokes. My hole was getting a special ops workout on how to handle an intruder.

“Skip, jerk another wad out of your little dick and put it in my hand, little guy.”

I began pumping my dick like a fiend, keeping my lips on the cock in front, shifting my attention to the crazy changes in back. The drumming at my heated hole never stopped.

SPLAT, SPLAT…SPLAT, I laid out three gobs of goo in the paw held under my dick.

“You’re such a good boy, Skippy. I bet your folks would be proud! So good at taking direction. You just got me some grease for the pole that’s going right up your pussy pipe, little guy.

Scott apparently couldn’t help moaning a bit as he smeared his cock with my spunk. Then I felt it. The hard knob at my hole. Waiting, just waiting. No pressure. Just resting there.

Then… little pressure.

My hole froze, slamming shut as tight as it could get. It cowered as the big hard thing nudged it another micron.

A hand reached around and grabbed my balls lightly.

I looked up to see Brian staring wide eyed over my shoulder, watching Scott.

A little more pressure.

Yet a little more. The hand on my tender nuts squeezed a little.

I whimpered.

My hole whimpered.

 “Little guy, this is going to hurt and you’re going to hate it like hell. Then you’re going to hate me like hell. Then after you think you couldn’t possibly hurt any worse, you’re going to start to love it. And, little guy, you are sooooo going to love the dick that’s going in you right…fucking…now!!!!

He grabbed my balls, I opened my mouth to yell, but then I fucking screamed as he shoved his way as far up my twat as he could get.

 I kept screaming.

I couldn’t believe the pain. I was blinded by it, it hurt so fucking much.

“Fuck, Scott!” I looked up to see Brian staring at Scott in admiration. “You are the best damn pussy breaker in the world, you know that?”

“Yeah man, it’s what I do best.”

The two kept talking over my screaming like I was some TV left on in the other room.

Slowly my vision cleared. I became aware of Scott’s doodling around with my cock and balls. The immense aching pain was just starting to fade a bit. The baseball bat in my pussy wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was I.

“Get something in his mouth, Brian, the kid needs something to do while I fuck him into the floor.”

Brian dutifully stuck his meat in my mouth again and began massaging my shoulders and neck a little, slipping down to pinch my nipples. He pulled them like they were little cow teats, then he’d twist them so I tightened all over from the hits of pain.

“His hole gets even tighter when you work his points, Brian. Wait ‘til we get this puppy up and running. He’ll be baying for our dicks, man. Hell man, this summer we’re going to work this kid until he drops. I’m going to fuck this faggot across the lawn and back again. I’ll fuck him up the stairs and up against the wall. I’ll fuck him in the pool. I’ll fuck him while he hangs from a tree. I’ll…”

This summer, I thought, the whole fucking summer?!!!!!”

Skip Is Schooled Some More

I was starting to feel a little funny. A little bit scared, actually. What had I gotten into? Two days of house sitting and I already had had two guys stick their dicks in me! Now what?

“Take a break, kid, chuckled Scott. “You earned it. Remember what you did just now because you are the new dick washer around here. You’re going to need all the rest you can get after working our joints.”

I struggled up and kind of limped to the guest bathroom. Staring at my swollen lips and red eyes, my face looked like it had been through a three hour massage. Little cum trails were drying at the corner of my mouth, a glob had somehow made it to one side of my nose, down my chin and chest, and through the crotch forest to my junk.

My phone rang in the other room. Managing to run for it (well… limp for it, really) I took it back to the bathroom.

You could hear Scott and Brian laughing and see them scratching their crotches like they were  acting out everything that had just happened. “…and did you see the look on the kid’s face when..what a hot little pussy we’ve got for the summer!.…my dick so wants to…” Stuff like that.

“Hi mom. Yeah, going well. No, everything’s fine. No, I guess maybe I’m still a drowsy from a whole day of video games and TV. Throat’s a little sore too. Yeah, I’m getting plenty of liquids, plenty of protein.  No, I’m fine. Well, maybe just a little home sick.”

The voices in the other room fell silent. I could see the guys’ shadows just outside the door.

“No, mom, I told you it’s all okay. Yeah, well remember Scott, the Grimes’ son? Yeah…the big time lawyer. Well, he stopped by today to drop off some junk for storage and stuff. He was like, he’ll be coming and going all summer.’ Seems his trial schedule is slow for a while so he’s spending more time with his wife and kids and bringing stuff here that he wants to store. So he’s like, ‘Yeah, if you need anything little dude…’ he calls me little dude, ‘If you need anything, I’ll be here to help out,’ so I think everything will be fine. He’s got everything under control mom…really he does. Yeah mom, me too. Love you too, bye.”

“Jeeze Brian, isn’t our new pussy all cute and everything? Skip, your mom must be really concerned. Next time you can tell her you’re not so home sick anymore, you can tell her that this feels like home now,” he said as he weighed his dick in one hand and his balls in the other. Come home to dinner, Skippy. Be a good boy! Eat up everything daddy puts in front of you.”

After I sucked him off yet again, Scott leaned back on the sofa and looked kind of sleepy…maybe a little happy, contented maybe.

“So…Brian? He’s like…? I asked.

“Bri’s the best. Drew a lucky card somehow and got to be my roommate in college. What a year that was? He was swinging on my joint by the end of the first day. After he sucked the sauce, he was mine, of course.

“My  wingman at every bar, my dodge when I dumped some chic. He had great sex working his way through the women I’d bullshitted, banged and abandoned. I think it was those big puppy eyes, that sad, bad, blond boy look. He got my exes by the score.

“Of course, when I finally knocked up Julie, that all changed. Damn, but didn’t I have to marry her. Not all bad, of course. She does crave my fucks. I remember when I got her started with our first little guy. We’d been double dating with Bri and some lady. His chic passed out early on but Julie and I shifted into high. I heated up her pussy with a rough right hand and some trash talk. Brian was kinda watching, almost like he was asleep.

“But when I started pounding my pudding into her warm little quim, I felt his hot lips on my balls.

“Man, he can make those fuckers jump like crickets! He  must have made me inject the bitch with a cup of cum. Usually, I eat it out myself, but this time, I just kind of pulled my dick out slowly while I watched Julie’s face. She was so out of it. Really out of it. When my tip slipped out from under her clit, I felt Brian on my knob. My pussy stick was clean as a whistle in about two seconds. Of course, he kept sucking, wanting more. He’s a good friend, so after about five minutes of his hoovering, I fed him again. Guys like me, we’ve got kind of an obligation to help the needy. Long story short, I guess I got preoccupied and let my junk juice percolate in her pussy too long.

“Anyhow, nine months later, out pops little Davey. Cute, sweet and hot to suck my little finger when it brushed over his lips. What can I say, it’s who I am. By then I was married and Brian was a frequent sleep over. Great at revving up the rod before I fuck Julie, and even better at cleaning it afterward. Gets Julie all giggly coming and going.

“What can I say? That’s how I roll, Skip. I think you know what I mean. I’m the winner, I always win, and everybody wants some of the winner. It’s a big responsibility.

“Now, are you going to suck my ass hole, or just stare at it? Start routing, little piglet!”

Scott did shower. Maybe a couple of times a day. What he needed to do was wash off the spit that Brian and I coated him with. Even so, he smelled like heaven. Well maybe heaven in a whorehouse. Once while I was rimming Scott and Brian was gnawing his balls, Brian moved around a bit and I suddenly felt his tongue in my mouth, shoving deep. Real quick, Scott reached down and moved Brian back to his pouch. Anyhow, I got the feeling Brian wanted in me really bad. Sometimes I’d see him staring at me when Scott wasn’t looking, like I was a screw and he was the driver. Then once after a bathroom break and an actual time out for real food, Brian asked me about Josh.

“So who’s this guy Josh who’s coming by today? He a cock hound like you?”

“What? No way, man. Josh is just a cool guy. He’s a boarder and a player. We just hang out and shit.”

“Whatever you say, little dude, whatever you say” Brian looked kind of skeptical, kind of smirky too.

“Whatever. Grab a nap while you have the time, little guy.”

Slowly waking up, I realized there was a cock in my mouth and I was nursing on it. As the clouds of sleep rolled away I could hear Scott talking low and soft, almost a whisper.

“That’s it Brian. You’re doing great. First you pinch his nose nice and gentle. Then when little rosebud here opens his mouth to breathe you slip him your meat. That’s right. Now run your thumb along his lower lip and watch his pussy mouth close. Now slowly move your finger from the corner of his mouth up to his cheek bone. Just like that! Keep going and see…see!, he starts sucking! You’ve got your own mini shop-vac doing what it does best!”

Scott grabbed the hair at the back of my head and pulled me off Brian’s dick, my lips kept pooching for something to suck.

“We’ll give him a little break while you get to work, Brian. I want to see your fist blur on your joy stick until I tell you to blow.”

Brian was a man with a mission.

Scott sneered as he twisted my face up to his. “Open,” he said. Open I did. I heard his mouth start to water as he worked his tongue and jaw. I knew what was coming.

He pursed his lips and shot his warm spit right in my mouth..

“Close and swallow. Show me how you eat what I give you.”

I gulped two or three times, my eyes watering and starting to run from my twisted position.

“Tears of happiness, little dude?”

In the background Brian’s started to pant a little and growl deep in his chest. Soft rapid smacking sounds came from his balls playing the tom-tom on the edge of the bed.

“Open,” Scott said again. I opened.

Working up more molten saliva, he suddenly spit again in my gullet.

“Hold open!” Brian freeze!” We did.

Scott turned my head back and attached my dripping mouth to Brian’s unit, then grabbed Brian’s balls in his hand.

“Get to sucking, Skipper!

“ Brian, you’ve got ‘til the count of 20 to blast your baby batter while I slowly squeeze you big boy danglers.  If I were you, I’d figure out how to do it. I bet you’ll do it, Brian. Work it out quick, dude!…1…2…3…4..”

Brian’s eyes got big. He looked a little scared, but he started to fuck my face like he was locked in a flooding room and was pounding to get out.

I sucked like a madman. I seemed to be doing that a lot.

“5…6..7..8…”

Brian’s started groaning, low and slow, then quicker and higher. I sucked like two madmen.

“9…10…11”

Brian was now doing some pig squealing. I could see Scott’s knuckles start to whiten with effort.

“Eeeeeeeiiiiiikkkki….aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiaaaai,” went the squeals.

“Suck, slurp, suck”, went my mouth. Then time froze for Brian, his whole being trying to squeeze itself smaller, it seemed.

He injected a huge stream of burning lap lava right down my gargler as I snorted, woofed and sucked some more. The stuff even backed up and started running out my nose.

“Ohhhhhhmmmmyyyffffuuuuuucccckking shit, Jesus, goddamn, motherfuck fuck fuck fuck!” wheezed Brian. Having met the challenge, he was gasping at the finish line.

“Good job, boys! Laughed Scott, dropping his friend’s bijou bag.  “See guys! I knew you could do it!.  I had a bet with myself…and I always win.”