Skippy Gobbles Cocksnot

Josh Has A Blast

Josh pounded on the door at about ten in the morning. Gotta say I was a little nervous going to the door.

“Hey! Hi Josh, come on in.”

“Skip, what’s with the Jeep and the Mercedes in the drive way. You start stealing rides. Dude?”

‘Uh, well, remember the Grimes from back home and their son who became a lawyer, the big football stud  who moved to Chicago?

“Sure, your dad talks about him all the time, like he was God or something. Tells us to hustle and conquer like he did.’

“Well, this is his folks’ house I’m taking care of and he sorta dropped by to dump some stuff. Then a bud of his came by…and…and…stuff.”

“Kewl! So now I’ll meet the man with the plan, hunh?”

“Yeah, sure, but like…maybe…”

“Skip, you look like shit! You been up like chugging milk, and like gaming all night or something? You’ve got milk for chin fuzz, man.”

I took a quick swipe at my mouth, feeling the little flakes of dried cum, wiping them away.

“Well gentlemen! Who have we here? Skip, who is this guy who knows you like the white stuff?”

“Uuuhhhh…” I flushed hot red with embarrassment. Scott stood in the hall doorway, obviously having heard Josh arrive.

Scott looked like a AAA porn star wet dream, all curly dark hair, clean chest and chin stubble, a pair of flimsy shorts hanging low on his hips. You could see his crotch hairs over the top of the waist band. I glanced down and could see his pocket rocket hanging nearly to the seam. Looked like it was moving around a bit on its own, too, maybe like it was searching for a way out. I quickly looked away.

“Mr. Grimes, this is Josh, the guy I was telling you about. He’s the Tarzan-on-the-beach guy.”

“Wow kid! You’ve got the build on you, doncha? I’ll bet you’re pumping iron all the time to bounce up your buff like that!”

“Uh, I like work out some when I can at school. I don’t have the bucks for a real gym.”

“Well, you’re in luck! Skippy here tells me you’re staying over a bit. We’ve got the whole works and more right here in the basement, so pack in your stuff and meet him and me down there pronto. I call it the Endurance Room ‘cause it’s a great place to see how much a person can take. I’m just on my way to sweat and swell myself.”

 He rubbed his hand over his chest, slid it down his abs and under the front of his waist band to scratch at his crotch hair.

“If you need any shorts, I’ve got a pair for you.”

I helped Josh haul in his stuff and went to my room to change into a jock, shorts and a tank. Going by Josh’s room I saw he was standing in just his jeans.

“Skip, I guess I could wear these down and change there, right? There must be a room or something.”

“Don’t know dude. I haven’t seen the place. Didn’t even know about it.”

We soldiered down the stairs and followed the light and the clanking of metal on metal. Looking in the door we saw Scott across the room, sitting sideways and looking at the sidewall mirror to watch his bicep work while he made the iron sing. I could see he wasn’t really watch his arm but actually staring at Josh and me, reflected in the glass. His looked like a hawk that just spotted a couple of rabbits and was choosing which one to grab first.

“Come on in kids.”

“Kids?” Josh said. “We’re, uh, not really kids, Mr. Grimes.”

“Good for you Josh! Way to stand up for yourself, kid! I guess you two just still kinda seem like kids to me, though. But, yeah, you’re all grown aren’t ya? Standing tall and hanging low, I bet.”

I saw Josh and me in the glass. We’d  both turned pink, a red splotch on each cheek. God it was embarrassing.

“Here’s the  hip rag, Josh. You can change here. Just us guys.” Scott held out the shorts for Josh, then held on until Josh met his eyes. With a wink, he opened his hand and Josh quickly turned away.

Josh blushed even more as he walked to the corner of the room, turned his back to us and dropped trou. I guess he forgot that he was standing in front of a wall of mirrors because Scott and I could see his half hard dick lengthening as he slipped off his briefs and pulled on the loaners. They were all kinds of tight and practically cut up to his wazoo. I thought he was red before. Now he was rosy-ing up across the top of his chest too.

“Bad boy briefs, eh Josh? Kind of a jewel box for your junk? That’s why I wear ‘em too. Jewels in the jewel box and juice in the jewels.” Scott went on pumping.

We worked through a bunch of the equipment, alternating with stretches, curls and push-ups on the mats. Scott did his own stuff. When we were all sweating, he started  moving back and forth between Josh and me, cheering us on, coaching us on our form, leaning in to pat a muscle here or stabilize a joint there.

I was really concentrating on my curls when Scott hit the mat beside me, shaking his head, his sweat flying all over me. God he smelled great.

“Here, little guy, make it really hard with each curl.” Blocking Josh’s view of us, he reached right into my shorts and jock and pinched the tip of my dick. “Strong and hard, Skippy! You need to keep going until you can’t.” He doodled with my dick as it snapped to attention. It wanted to follow his directions. Each sit up pumped more blood to my dick ‘til it seemed to hum.

“Skippy? Said Josh, huffing with his free weights. “Why do you call him Skippy, like was a little boy. Mr. Grimes?”

“Well, I’ve got some kids of my own and I guess I think of Skip as their big older brother. I like to think that I can give my kids a hand when they need it and I guess I can do the same for Skippy here, kind of like I’m his dad, I guess.” His hand pinched and pulled at my meat, its head swelling like a boil.

“Umm,” said Josh, staring at his swelling perky pecs in the mirror.

“Skip, go get us some waters, I think we all could use a break.” He pulled his hand out of my pouch and wiped his fingers on my upper lip, then poked inside with his thumb.

“I’ll bet you kids could use suck down some of the wet stuff.”

When I came back with the bottles, Scott was standing behind Josh, reaching around to run his hands over my buds’ chest and arms.

“Yeah, Joshman. You’re the stud. But you can make that pose better if you tighten your pecs up here. Feel that? No, you can do better than that! Scott’s fingers slipped down to pinch and roll Josh’s nipples. Josh jerked and his eyes widened.

“Steady there, Sparky, just teaching you what you need to know. I’ll hold these and you try to pull ‘em up with just your pecs. Yeah, arch your upper back a bit too! There you go, little stud! See your chest now, all up and at ‘em? He twiddled Josh’s tits like a video game and then let go. “That’ it. See those little nips come to attention? Now listen up!

“Suck in that gut while you hold up those pecs. I should be able to slip my hand down your abs without touching your waist band.” Scott moved closer behind him now, belly to back, crotch to crack. “Now give me a double bicep pose and your best sex face.”

“Whhhhhuuuh…what??!!” stammered Josh.

You know, the way a guy looks when he’s getting his nut, getting it really really good. You do both at the same time and the babes at the beach will be spreading ‘em wide for you.”

Josh stared at himself in the mirror then  threw his arms up and glared. His mouth made this square shape like a little airplane hanger waiting for a plane to roll in.

“Way to go kid, way to go!” Before Scott stepped away from Josh, he rubbed the guy’s gut and slapped it a couple of times.

Josh slowly relaxed, watching his own reflection and the puzzled look on his own reddening face. Yep, blushing again.

Josh and I watched Scott tilt up the water bottle. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he chugged, some water gushed out and ran down his chest to join the sweat stains in the front of his shorts. He dripped with sweat

He bit his lip as if thinking, “Hey! Before we cool off how ‘bout a round or two on the mat? You wrestle too, don’t you Josh?”

“Well,I’m not on the team or anything, but I know the stuff we all learned in PE.”

“What more could we want, hey, guy? You hit the mat. I just mentally flipped a coin and you lost so I’ll be on top.” Scott looked me in the eye as he said that last part. “Skippy, you’re the ref. You’d look good with a few stripes, I think. That’s for later though.

Josh wasn’t paying attention too much as he got on all fours on the mat.  Scott covered him, one hand around his waist and the other on his arm.

Kneeling near their heads, I could see the smirk growing on Scott’s face. I counted to three.” Wrestle!” I barked.

In a flash Scott had Josh down on one shoulder, wrapped in a bear hug, then flipped him so he was on his back, lying on top of the big guy and staring in surprise at the ceiling. Scott crotch-butted my friend’s hips about a foot in the air. Josh’s legs flew wide to try and catch his balance but the big man’s feet scissored up and spread the kid’s ankles then trapped them on the mat. Josh was helpless. One of Scott’s big arms covered his throat in an illegal hold while the other circled the slim waist.

Josh gapped at the ceiling like a fish out of water.

“Gonna tap out, little guy?” wondered Scott.

Speechless, Josh gave his head a quick, ‘No-way!’ kinda shake.

“Oooohhhhhkay then! Ref, I’m going to call for kind of a goofy time out here. Josh ain’t giving and I ain’t letting  go, but I’m a little concerned for his safety! Skippy, get down here and check out his knee. See if he got a mat burn or something.”

I leaned in, my face inches  from Josh’s knee.

“Looking good, that knee,” I dutifully reported.

“Hmmmph. Well, maybe he strained an adductor muscle or something, check on up here where his leg comes into his hip in front.”

I moved closer, nose nearly touching the seam of Josh’s shorts.

SNAP!

Scott’s mitt zipped down and jerked up the leg of Josh’s shorts. Josh’s junk came out from the dark.

“Weeelllll…maybe he bruised a testicle or something.”

My nose about an inch from his stones, I took a whiff of his smutty ball starch and said, ”Nope, they’re pink, but no bruising.”

In front of my face, Josh’s dick was starting to reach for the ceiling. Each puff of breath from my nose inspiring a little dance of discovery.

“Gotcha! Then it must be that swelling that’s starting to show there. Skip, get some wet heat on it while I help keep the area stabile. Do it NOW!!”

I sucked in the meat and turned on the Hoover.

Josh looked like a melting gingerbread man with a stick in its middle. His eyes were already bugging out. They seemed to bulge even more when Scott moved his free hand and stuck his big thumb in the kid’s mouth.

Scott’s throaty voice murmured right in Josh’s succulent pink ear, “Skip’ll take your mind off the pain, man. He’ll have you feeling great in no time. Scott’s lips and tongue began claiming that ear as part of his ever expanding empire.

“Oh yeah, is Skip getting your engine going, Sparky? Feeling your piston start to pound a little? Getting ready to fire off your little plug, aren’t you? You fucking love it, don’t you?!

I could see Scott use his thumb and hand to make Josh nod after every few words.

“So glad you said you wanted to wrestle, and show us what you’re needing. What you need real, real badly” (Nod, nod). I’m so glad you needed me to hold you down for a little bit. (Nod). You really want this, donn’t you? (Nod, nod). “ I love the way your arse crack rubs over my dick. Feel my dick rooting around there, looking for the way into your back door? Since your ass is asking so nicely, I’ll make sure it gets what it needs. We’ll have plenty of time this summer to take care of your all needs, little guy, and we’re sure as hell going to to it.  Oooohhhh how you like to have your best bud smoking your pole. (Nod, nod, NOD, NOD!). Your thighs are startin’ to shake man…you getting ready to blow inside Skip’s head aren’t you? (Biiig NOD!!).”

“Great! Then look right up at that security camera in the ceiling and we’ll all make a moment here together. Maybe I’ll show some pics to  your dad so he can see what makes his boy happy!”

Josh’s face flamed like a torch, his hips lifted a foot in the air, carrying my face with it like a magic carpet. Then his mouth tired to open from around Scott’s  well sucked thumb.

“EEEEEEYYYYYYYYYAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAHHHHHH!!,” he trumpeted and fired his repeater in my guts…BLAM…BLAM…BLLLLAAAAAAMMMMMM…

Josh  flopped back on top of Scott like a dead man. He lay there, gasping and whimpering quietly while the big guy rubbed his six pack and whispered in his ear.

“Kind of a shock…all that self discovery, heh Josh? Like I told you, we’ve got a lot more work to do in that area, but I’ll make sure we do it all.

“You know, you do look a little fagged out now, Josh. Haul your twink ass out to the pool for a rinse and dry. I think you should cool off a little now. Oh, and no need for suits with all the privacy.”

Sitting on my heels and wiping spit and cum from my chin, I looked questioningly at Scott.

“Skip, my friend, Your friend Josh got me all hot and sweaty again. I need a wipe down.” Scott tossed off his workout clothes and flopped back on the mat. ‘Start with your tongue on my right big toe. You’re going on a nice trip around the world, and oh, what places you will go, what things you will do!!”

I pulled my tongue tip out of Scott’s ass ring and sat back on my heels for a bit of a break. My jaw ached from having licked every square inch of that masterpiece of muscle.

“Looks like you’ve got your little pussyboy doing some major work there, Scott!” Brian sauntered into the room, smirking while lazily scratching at his balls. He was togged out in a pair of boxers and a wife beater. He looked like an ad for sex. A really expensive ad.

“Yep, Brian ol’ bud. He’s been learning what he needs to know…detailed human anatomy. My anatomy. He got to spend some extra time getting to know the deeper me. That little wet pink tongue is quite the spelunker. It can tunnel right in, look around, and then spit polish the walls. The kid learns quick.”

“Pull up a couple of benches. I’ll take the one with the back. You’re going to be helping me put  Skippy here through his paces.”

Taking their seats, Brian raised an eyebrow at me and Scott snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor between his feet.

“Kneel and nibble, little dude. NOW!”

I crawled to him, feeling like a beagle puppy that got caught piddling on the rug.

“Reach back and grab each elbow, Skip. Then listen while my man schools you on one of your major subjects. Work hard and you’ll soon be feeding your inner self.

“Listen up,little pussy,” Brian crooned crooned in my ear. “Tongue out, and aim it for that big piece of meat. That’s it! Now scoot a little closer. No touching yet. Just one-half inch from that porking pole. Now use your tongue and cradle that little spot under the piss slit.”

Straining to look up at the same time, I could just see Scott leaning back, both hands behind his head, hungry grin on his face, like I was the burger on his plate also kinda like he couldn’t quite believe anyone would crawl to his dick like I did. Sooooo, humiliating. Soooo hot. I wanted to freeze the moment.

“That’s it, now use your tip and just tickle there a bit. Good, good, good doggie! Now snuffle under his balls right  there where they hang against those meaty thighs. One side…that’s it. Get your nose right in there and snuffle in the musk, little guy. Good! Now the other side. Good again, Skippy!”

“Now imagine picking up an oyster with just your lips. You’re first going to cradle one of those big nuts, then the other. That’s right! They’re starting to feel right at home with in your mouth, aren’t they. You take such loving care of them. Now go back to the first one and suck it in like a peeled plum. Wash that thing slow and easy. Go ahead and sniff around in his crotch hair while you’re at it. Your soft little snorts make for some sweet tunes. Now get the other nut, Skip. You’re  such a natural..right at home with a man’s junk. Now open really really wide and see if you can suck up both those rocks in your mouth.”

I could.

“ Now roll ‘em around in your mouth like a big pair of dice. Good! Now spit one out.”

Plouew!

“Good boy! Now the other.

Plouew!

Now get in there like you’re going to work those mothers right out through the bottom of the bag. Scott can take it. Let me hear you snarfing and slurping, little guy.

I did.

“Sorry to interrupt all your good advice to Skip, Bri, but I want you to meet our other young guest who’s standing in the doorway, naked from a swim and looking confused and embarrassed as hell. That’s  Josh.”

“Well hello there Josh!’ Brian’s voice brightened and soared.

“Josh this is Brian…Brian Stone.  You better be saying Mr. Stone, though. That’s what your preacherman dad would want, don’t you think?

“Uuuuh, hello Mr. Stone. Pleased to…uh meet you.” I could practically hear Josh freeze up.

“Glad to meet you, little guy! The  preacher’s kid, huh? You must be all kinds of clean and pure, inside and out! Full of the milk of human kindness, I’ll bet.  Got the hot spark of love way down inside you, trying to get out, I’ll bet.”

“Uhhhhh…maybe,” said Josh.

“Spark?…yeah, that’s it, Brian. We’ll call the dude Sparky! I think you’ve really got something there. I’ll bet you’ll be tending his little sparky place a whole hell of a lot!”

“Sparky, Mr. Stone’s a friend of mine from way back. A real buddy. He’s been helping out with training  your buudy Skippy here, helping him master certain subjects. Skip’s been really applying himself too, but he’s still keeps being a bad little boy, in spite of himself. I can’t help but think that if he weren’t so naughty, he could do a better job. Whadayathink? Want to help us train your little buddy here?”

“Um, sure, Sco…uh,I mean,  Mr. Grimes. I’d be glad to help, I guess. Just tell me what to do.”

“Exactly the right thing to say to me, Sparky! Say it again.”

“Just tell me what to do, Sir!”

“Again!”

‘Uh…please tell me what to do, Sir!

“Oh, I’ll do that, son. I’ll do that. And so will Mr. Stone.”

“Skip! At my side, NOW,”

I jumped to.

“Joshie, pull up that stool and put it where Skip was. You’ll need to be close to see what to do.”

“Bri, go through those tunes by the box and get We Will Rock You. Then grab that jar of utility zip ties and get back here, get a couple of those little cups and put em on the other bench.

We all did as we were told.

 “Skippy, lay your gut on my lap, spread your legs and put both your hands on the floor. Give me a slow count to 200. Make sure we can here you.”

My dick went hard in an instant. So did Scott’s. Its heat seemed to brand its shape into my abs

“1…2…3…” as I muttered my mission, I had to strain to hear Scott talking.

“Look here Joshman. See, Skip’s tender little pink pucker is the key to a lot of things. I think it has something to do with why Skipper is so naughty! See my middle finger here? Open your mouth and suck on it a minute…yeah, you know, like you did my thumb, my big hard thumb.”

“Good job, little dude. Now watch. See the thing skate around and around Skip’s little Mr. Winkie here? It’s kinda like a cork going around and around in a sink, but not going down the drain. Now watch what happens when just the end of it touches the middle of his pucker. See that thing pooch up and like it’s trying  to bite or something? That’s why I’ve got to …WHAP WHAP WHAP… smack it with a couple of fingers to show it who’s the boss! There see, now it’s all tight and pouty now? That little hole has got to learn who it really belongs to.”

“23…24..25..”

“Now you try. Wet a finger. NOT MY MOUTH, STUPID!…your mouth. There you go. Good and wet.  You’re a natural, I tell you. Now do the little circle dance on those pink pussy lips so they start to feel nice and safe and then open up a littlefor you. Gooooodddd job Sparky! Keep going. Now every so often just spit a wad right on that tight little pucker and slowly work it right on in. Make you little bud’s pussy feel really good. You want your buddy to feel good, don’t you? That’s right of course you do. Now we’ll do another little test. We’ll ee if Mr. Finger can go inside that rabbit hole and check around.”

“Yeah, see that? When he squirms around on your finger, his abs give me major wood. He’s making my dick so happy it’s starting to drip. Reach under there a minute and catch that drip. Yeah! Now see if our little dude is dropping the dew too.”

“He is? Great! Now look at that glistening goo on your finger. See how much of it you can get in him before his pussy snaps shut again?

“60…61…62…”

‘Shit Sparky! That ungrateful little knot is trying to keep you out after you’ve been so nice to it! You just sit back a minute and watch.”

“74…75…76..AAAAAAAAAAAayyyyyyy!”

Scott smack-slapped one of my cheeks, then the other. Again and again.

“KEEP COUNTING PUNK!”

Blam, blam, blam, he smacked me good.

“Aaaay88…unnkkk!89…”

“There, Josh, my friend. Let’s see if Mr. Winkie’s nicer to your finger now.”

Mr. Winkie apparently had an attitude problem.

Scott coached Josh through several more cycles of rubbing, spitting, and spanking.

“171…172…”

“Josh, I don’t think we’re getting where we want to go here. Get your finger really wet, then reach around his cheek and up his crack. I’m going to keep smaching his round melons. When I say ‘Do it!’ You slip him the digit.  All the way.All at once. Don’t pause, don’t wait. Just run it in there like a stick in a hole.

A lot more smacking, finger licking, reaching around happened.

“189ahhkkk…190…”

“DO IT, JOSH!”

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH Josh gigged me like a frog.

SMACK SMACK SMACK….AAAAAAAHHHHHHH 195…”

“Now stir that finger in his hole Josh. All around the  sides, go in deep and keep stirring that pussy.”

Smack smack smack smack smack.

“200………….”

Silence.

“God but you did a great job, Josh! Look at that pussy ass! Hot red and ready. You made that boy pucker purr. I think it’s kind of fagged out now, don’t you? Hey yeah! Give it a little kiss and see if it wakes up any.”

A long pause, then I  felt Josh’s soft warm breath on my burning cheeks, his hands carefully pulling my butt apart. Another pause. Then an oh-so-gentle kiss where my current universe was situated.

“Awwwwww!  Ain’t that the cutest thing you ever saw? What are friends for, right Josh? That hot pucker is all buttery and melty, pouty and damp now isn’t it? So you’re going to stick  your little pink pussy licker right in the butter and work it, aren’t you, Sparky? Here, l’ll help you.”

I felt my best friend’s face slowly forced into my crack. His lips actually pulled my pucker apart and a very hot and very wet tongue sank into me. The heat of my spanked cheeks baked on his face.

“Mmmmm, slurp, slllhsshhh.”

‘That’s it! A little humming, a little singing. Makes the little fucker squirm on my dick. I think that hole wants to be even happier though. It’s time we make some music together. We’ll get Skippy here to sing for us! Get your pretty lips out of his ass and run your little melons up to the kitchen. Haul back a couple a teaspoons…double time!”

Teaspoons?