Skippy Gobbles Cocksnot

Josh’s First Time Will Always Be Remembered

We really were hoping the big guys would feed us their loads. But it wasn’t going to happen. At least, not yet.

“You two clean up things later. Right now just dip your boy buns in the pool and get back here fast. Meet us in the gym.” Scott ordered. “We’re all going to make a moment for little Joshie here,” said Scott.

Of course, if he said it, it would happen.

Josh and I were shivering a little, cold from the pool, but more so from some worrying and waiting. Just waiting.

Scott was adjusting the security cameras, while Brian moved some big equipment around.

“Ah yes! Skippy and Sparky, together again… eager and able. Drop and give me 20 push-ups, then roll and do 30 crimches. Hop up and show me ten pull ups. Make sure you stay together too,” Scott muttered.

His mutter was our command. Carefully watching each other out of the corners of our eyes, Josh and I nearly touched as we went through the reps. We started to get pink all over, sweating  and shining a bit -  breathing a little heavier. By the time we finished the pull-ups, Scott was in front of us and had our junk in his hands. When we dropped to the floor, he tightened his grip a bit and we popped back up on our toes to try to ease the pressure off our balls. He let up some and we slowly sank down until our heels hit the floor. We could feel his breath on our shoulders, smell his afternoon sweat mingled with whiffs of food.

“Hands behind your heads, guys.” We did it.

 Rolling our balls with his fingers, Scott continued.

“Skippy, my little friend, you are going to have more of your favorite meat for dessert, some pole pudding too, this time. But, Josh boy…Brian and I have a truly fine finish set up for you. You see, you’re still cherry, not like my guy Skippy here. I popped his jam jar good and it’ll never recover.

But you see, Josh, the thing is, Brian’s really had his eye on you. (Josh froze in place, his breath barely moving in and out.)

“Actually, Bri’s had his eye on your little teen pussy and those two pink hams on each side of it. Tonight Brian’s big blond pig sticker is going right up your tiny and oh-so-tender twink twat…and it’s going all the way. He’s going to pork you until your guts feel like they’re cooking. I think you’re going to get to liking it after a while. I sure hope so, ‘cause  I’m going to love seeing your face while this happens and I know for damn sure that Bri’s going to love making it happen. Skip’s going to be busy elsewhere.  I’ll bet you’ll be really good at expressing yourself, don’t you? There’ll be some squeeling, I do believe.”

Shifting my eyes to the side, I could see Josh had that whole frozen-in-shock thing going on. The only thing not frozen was his hefty dick that was lengthening another inch or two, then rise up until it pointed up at the corner of the ceiling. His dick had a perfect curve.  His sex pole stayed there pulsing happily in time to the beat of his heart. Little drops of fear sweat started trickling down his pit hairs. His mouth opened a bit and he started panting softly. His eyes started to glaze over. Little Joshie’s motor was revving up for his big race.

Brian had moved a bar stool close to the weight rack and pulled a weight bench close in front of it. Scott let go of my junk, tightened his grip on Josh’s ‘nads  and lead him over to the weight bench.

“Straddle the bench and face the wall, Sparky-boy!”

 Scott positioned my horny and frightened friend with his hip bones against the weight bar on the bench. He walked around and fastened first Skip’s right hand, then his left to cuffs hanging pretty high on the weight wall. Josh looked like a gymnast landing off a high-bar…chest out, head up, arms front and high, locked in place. His knees were bent a little, but that turned out to be a rather helpful.

Sitting on the end of the bench,  his back to the wall of weights, Mr. Grimes’ forehead nearly touched Josh’s and their eyes were in kissing distance.  On the wall behind Scott were a couple of cameras aimed right at Josh’s face. I think they were going for a closeup. I, of course, was lying on the bench, on my stomach with with Scott’s cock in my mouth. Josh’s stone-hard dick thumped lightly on the back of my neck.

Later when I saw the video, I couldn’t believe how it could happen, but Josh’s eyes seemed to get even bigger. There behind josh with a big shit eating grin, Brian’s face as he slipped a couple of sweatbands on his wrists and picked up a squirt bottle of warmed lube. He squirted a glob in his hands then wiped some across his mouth and stubbly chin. He then rubbing his palms to fire up the oil, smacked his mitts on Josh’s rump, pulled the cheeks apart and burrowed in  -  his chin grinding its emery paper stubble right into Josh’s tender little ring.

Josh’s jaw dropped and he yelled out,

“Ohhhhhhmmmmmyyyyhooolllllyyyyffffff ffffuuuuucccckkkkkkiiiiinnnnngggggoooooooooooood!!!!!”

While Josh was having an in-the-body-experience, Scott’s cock was doing its dick dance in my throat. It seemed happy to be there.

 “Bri and Skip! I know you guys are all busy and shit, but I really wish you both could see what I’m looking at!” said Scott.

 “Sparky’s crossing new frontiers here! His little sex face is a thing of true beauty. His brows pooch up like one of those Greek tragedy masks, and that pretty mouth makes that weird pouty shape when his gasps and pants. Man, his breath feels real steamy when I suck it out of him. And ya know, his soft little eyes seem they’re seeing visions or something. Looks like he feels so good it fuckin’ hurts! Or maybe it hurts so much it feels good!

“You know, Skip, you’re doing great on my meat down there. Keep it up. You like it, it likes you. You can play with your little dangle too, if you want, but be fuckin’ damn sure you don’t cum until I tell you…and when you do make goddamn sure you get your hand there and catch your mess.”

Cock in mouth, I nodded carefully. By now I could follow orders pretty well.

Scott continued, “Joshie-boy, you’re looking kind of lost here. I guess Bri stopped grinding his chin in your pucker, huh?. Your pussy feeling a little lost and lonely back there? You wonder what my bro’s going to do to you next!”

I could hear more oil squirting, then some slithering sounds.

‘Joshie, I think Bri’s about ready to go in your back door maybe? What do you think that’s going to fucking feel like? Just imagine kid – that big blond butt hammer  beating on your little knot, looking around for a great place to play hide and seek. Yea, you can’t see it but I can tell you can feel that big thing huffin’ and puffin’, ready to get in there and tear your little house apart. You’re looking nervous, little dude. Tell you what! I’ll help you out here with the whole suspense thing. I’ll give you some numbers to go by.

“Get ready  Bri. Ram it on my count…3…2…1..GET IT INNNNNNNN!!!!!”

Brian fucking punched it. He did it with a hell of a lot of enthusiasm too. Apparently he did it in a really really big way.

“Yyyyyyyaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!“ crowed Scott’s wingman as he punched straight into my buddy’s guts.

I could hear the Josh grab a lungful of air like he’d never get another one, then starting with a growl that came from somewhere down in his balls. A mighty roar grew up from his guts, spinning ever higher, passing a tenor squeal to become a great blaring falsetto screech.

I couldn’t believe anyone could make a sound like that!

 Brian was snorting like a train. He’d gone from zero to sixty in about five seconds, punch fucking poor Josh’s guts without pause, without mercy.

Josh was gasping huge gulps of air, then yelling his head off. Between all the panting and wheezing, he’d scream, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Gulp air, gulp air, then another “AAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Apparently his crush, Brian, wasn’t going easy on him. His puppy eyes looked a little sad, maybe. The still looked surprised of course. After all, we’re talking about Josh here.

“Fuck ‘em fast, break ‘em quick, and breed ‘em hard…that’s Brian’s way, Josh,” said Scott. I was eating on the big man’s dick like a starved pig, corkscrewing up and down Scott’s lunch loaf. When I’d get to the bottom, I’d reach out with my tongue,  grab up my spit where it started to run down his balls. I’d pull back, then plunge down again. Hitting bottom, I’d  try reaching with my lips to see if I could gather up his crotch curls.

“I so fucking wish you could see your own face, Josh. Oh wait! You will baby. I forgot to tell you, Brian’s doing a documentary, of course. This one’s on how to break a twink, and you’re the star! We’ve got cameras practically everywhere but up your sweet little pussy! Maybe next time we can figure that one out too.”

“This is sooooo cool to watch, Brian! Looks like Sparky’s moving his little rear up, down and all around. Can you hear him start to growl and whimper now? That’s the sound of a twink twat starting to get happy! And you, my big huff and puff stud, you sure as hell sound like you’re coming into the station soon.”

At some point Josh had clearly turned a corner and was in now deeply in love with the spike that pistoned in and out of him. The cold fear sweat he’s started with had morphed into a hot wet sex slick that covered his body. He was horn-dogging that big dick in his ass, bouncing back on it like his buns were basketballs, grinding his hole on that spike like he was full of poison ivy and needed to scratch himself to death. His screeching totally transformed into a string of low needy moans, like he really, really needed to get fucked some more.

He was starting to get some of his words back too.

“FUUUUCCCK …THHHHHEEE   SHIITT OUT OF ME Mister Stone!”

I could hear Brian doing his damndest to do just that. Apparently his prick was searching far and wide for new angles. He’d slam his muscled hips right, then left, pull out… then screw in again, grinding circles until he bottomed out in Josh’s guts. He did it over and over, again and again. Big man pestle grinding away in a in tender teen’s mortar hole.

Scott’s dick in my mouth was doing it’s petrification thing. I could feel his knob go all taut and shiny. I seemed Mr. Grimes was really liking the show.

Josh’s prick tip was so hot, it felt like it was burning the back of my neck. My own crotch cannon was ready to fire on command…my balls somewhere between yellow and red alert, twitching against the base of my dick.

‘Okay, men…get ready to fire!”

Scott started a slow count down from 10.

 “8…7…6…,” Calm, easy, his voice tightened a little bit. I later saw on the videos how he carefully reached forward and positioned a thumb-cocked middle finger right in front of each of Josh’s balls. He stared intently as Josh’s eyes began to roll up in his head ‘til only the whites were showing. My bud was off somewhere, lost in the land of lust.

“3…2…1…CUM!

Scott’s big fingers flicked Josh’s tender orbs. Surprised as hell, those poor little fuckers immediately jerked up in their sack.

At exactly the same moment, Josh and Brian both yelled like they’d been hit with an axe.  I felt Josh’s boiling spooge fire from his dick and splat on my neck just as Scott’s big Luger went off in my mouth.  My own ball butter gushed into my waiting hand. Through it all, Scott howled and hooted.

Then for a few heart beats, the only sound was that of everyone catching their breath.

After a few more seconds, Scott rallied his troops.

“What a team! Sparky baby, you’ve just been pussied out by one of the best!

“Brian, you dog! You’ve added another bitch to your kennel now, haven’t ya? He’ll be humpin’ your leg all night to get some more rides on your pup-poker.

“I think a little drink is in order. Skip! Wipe Josh’s juice off the back of your neck, mix it with my jizz in your mouth, then spit it into that Skippy juice you’ve got in your hand. Then feed it all to your little buddy quick while it’s still warm! Joshie’s needs a triple shot of protein.

I swiped, licked, spit, hopped to, and turned…

Josh hung in his cuffs, eyes staring blankly as he chest heaved for air. I slowly lifted my hand and saw him focus on that big glop of palm pudding. When it got to his lips, his nostrils flared and his pupils widen. His square sex-face-mouth pooched up like a carp and he sucked up that slop, slurping at my palm like a starving wolf.

It tickled.

Scott seized the moment of course, like he seized everything. “Such a suck-up Sparky! I think you’ve found another thing you’re going to be really good at. You kids are such eager beavers! So hungry for knowledge and new experiences! Wait the fuck ‘til you two are in college! I think you guys’ll make Brian and me proud!”

Mr. Grimes Makes The Rules

“You fellas have to be good while Brian and I are away this week. We’ll be keeping an eye on you. As I said…cameras everywhere…night and day…everyday.

“We’re fucking sure you two don’t want people to hear about how you two behave when you’re being naughty, do you? You know…people your teachers, your team mates, maybe a preacher who is a parent,  a dad who is coach…”

What Scott was saying, was that he and Brian had made damn sure to record every fucking (and sucking) thing that happened in the house. Josh and I were screwed. Yeah, you’re right, we had been screwed that way too, obviously.

Josh and I retrieved our phones from the back yard and found we’d each been hacked, hijacked and forwarded a bunch of still photos of us sexing out. There were pics of me with my dick in Josh’s mouth, Josh snuffling down in on a happy arse hole and so on. Then there was a link to a website that only the four of us could access, for now at least. All you could see were Josh’s and my faces. Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone were represented by their big dicks and happily pulsing ass holes. The vids showed up on any of the giant TV screens in the den in the den. Turns out they covered two of the walls, coming down from the ceiling and covering  the bookcases. Hard core porno in sinner-ama. Six foot dongs could be seen sucked by lips a half foot wide. Giant wet tongues, so big you could see the spit pool, wiped giant mushroom dick heads. The sound was AMAZING. Every whisper, grunt and whimper right there in your ears…impossibly close.

Again and again the men had made it clear that in the future, they could invite anyone they fucking wanted to view the site. We got the message.

We also got awesome access to hours of porn that featured us!  Josh and I would be getting a lot of viewing pleasure in the coming days.

As we cleaned and reordered the house Monday morning, it seemed that the last few days were like some kind of a dream. Each time Josh or I felt the other of us looking our way, we’d turn red, not knowing quite where to look. The house seemed really quiet. It felt really empty.

So did our holes.

Our phones rang. Mr. Stone must have traded our old smart phones for even smarter ones because these were genius, really. We could see his and Scott’s faces on the screens as we were ordered  to get to the den. When we walked in we could see both their faces on the big screen. Way bigger than life. Both of us caught our breaths and our arm pits started to trickle with sweat.

“Guys, I know you’ve got things to do…like twinky things - jogging, registering for college, skateboarding, 69ing, sticking different things in your asses…whatever.  Get it done, but be sure you’re always back at the house from 2 in the afternoon ‘til 8 am every day.

“Bet you want to know why, huh?

“It’s because any time during that period, Brian or I will be texting or calling you with instructions. Sometimes we’ll just give you a countdown and you’ll need to get your little twink twats to some place we tell you to, and then do whatever the fuck we tell you to do. Of course it’ll all be on camera, you’ll take your phones with you so we can see you, and you can see us. We’ll fine tune this shit as we go. Got it?

We got it.

“During that time too, there’ll probably be people dropping by almost every day to do what needs doing. They’ll be seeing if you two dick swallowers need anything, maybe some  gardening, cooking some meals for the week, some loads of cum dropped in your guts, stuff like that. You’ll be surprised at what happens…damn surprised. Make sure whoever shows up get what’s needed from the two of. They all will be either our bros from the frat, our business partners, or both.

“Oh! And when you answer the door, you’ll be side by side on your fucking knees. Got that?”

We nodded…again, we got it.

“You’ll have a blast, little dudes. Probably lots and lots of blasts …down your little throats, in your little pussies. Since Brian here will be getting it all on camera, you little dudes will be major inspiration in a whole lot of jerk off vids out there on the net. Brian’s baritone laughter filled the background. “Fuck yeah!” we heard him say.

“Bri and I will be having our own private pistol parties watching you two pups racing to squirt your ball batter whenever and however we tell you. The same goes for any visitors. What they tell you, you do. Remember, if anybody drops a load on this property…it goes in your mouths or up your asses, you‘ll always be there for it… got it again?

We again silently nodded our complete understanding.

“Of course, Brian, genius that he is, is editing it all into the documentary he’s starting  about your summer before college. Might do a college sequel later, who knows? What’s that Bri? Oh, yeah I’ll tell ‘em!

“Bri wants me to emphasize the word years. This won’t  be over any time soon, little dudes. We fucking own your balls and pussies!”

Josh looked at me and started the big-eye thing. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!…” he whispered. “Oh god! Our reputations! Our poor holes …our poor junk!” I whispered back.

“Oh, and guys… I another thing, the security cameras are set up with military-grade night vision and microphones too, they pick up everything.

“So from now on you two will be on a daily point system. You’ll get points for following the rules, or lose ‘em for screwing up, or for showing any fucking attitude. It’s all going to count next weekend when we invade your safe little space again, so see if you can’t be good little twinks for us. We’ll know who’s been naughty or nice.

“Oh! And another thing, Brian is great at low tech too, like welding and shit. We’re working up some equipment and educational aids that’ll help you boys be the best you can be. Put another way, when we’re not fucking you, we’ll be fucking you up. Sometimes fucking you up while we fuck you.” Scott broke off in a fit of laughter.

“You’ll fuckin’ love it little dudes!”

He caught his breath, his studly smirk firmly back in place. “Right now, you’re going to show us how you can shove your tongues down each other’s throat. Make it loud, make it clear and make it fucking sleazy. After we hang up, you can take it from there on your own. Good night, boys. Sleep tight!” We could see Brian looking over his shoulder, obviously watching one or more of the cameras trained on us. Laughing and high fiving each other, they signed off. “Gobble the goo, little dudes! Gobble the goo!”

Sighing, I looked Josh in the eye, he looked back at me. We started sucking face. We made it loud and we made it clear. Of course it quickly got sleezier.  Horny as fuck, we soon drained our balls again.

 We slept really tight too.

The Boys Relax A Little

“Brrrriiiinnnng…brrrrriiiiiiinnnnnng…”

When the doorbell rang at the stroke of 2:00 the next day, we were on our knees, sweaty and nervous. I reached up and pulled the door open. We saw double bulges in double yoga pants. Except for the identical flip flops on their fine feet, the twins wore nothing else. An odd leather covered thing was sandwiched between them, and two leather messenger bags hung at their sides.

We looked. Way up…and saw  twin faces, identical down to the blond streaked wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and dimples. They also had identical smug grins. A soft looking shield of brown curls played over their chests, not quite covering cappuccino colored nipples the size of quarters sitting prettily on their broad, hard pecs. Those things started to perk up in excitement, tickled to attention by the wonder in our upturned faces.

“This is Zane, and I’m Shane. You won’t need to remember who’s who because we’ll be the ones talking to you, not the other way around got it?”

Our noggins nodded.

“Set up this massage table in the basement gym. Yeah, we know the house top to bottom! Hop to it pussies!”

“Well kids, Mr. Grimes tells us you two are feeling some stress. You do look a little tight around the eyes. Which one of you is Skip?”

I gulped and I slowly raised my hand.

“Great! Strip and lay it on the table, face up. And you’re…uh…Sparky? Right…’Sparky’…cute. Sit in the side chair while we  strap you down.”

I lay looking up at the ceiling, shivering a little from the air conditioning and the suspense. My pits started to drip, of course.

“HMMMMpphhmhpph.” I turned my head to see Josh on the chair being fitted with a leather bike helmet bracketed by a couple of inverted hamster water bottles filled with something white. Tubes came down beside his ears to a leather gag being fitted in his mouth. I could just see a white dick-shaped nipple disappear between his lips. His knees were spread wide, and his ankles were tied back to the bottom of the chair legs in back, and his arms to the rung under the back of the seat. Trussed and tight, his chest thrust forward, and his rosy pink nipples stood up in alarm. His was fuckin’ defenseless.

 Josh’s eyes were big and round. Stressed, I’d say. He was throwing major wood again. His dick looked carved from ivory.

“Zane and I got in to some new age stuff after we left college. Some of us at Alpha COK, that’s our frat, Alpha Chi Omega Kappa, got way  into the woo-woo as well as the poontang.. Zane and I still try to go a couple of weeks without blasting. Oh, we beat the meat, stick it in people, but we just don’t cum until we decide to. Special kind of heat, you know. Then we try to see how much pud pudding we can produce in the next two weeks. We work our joints until they blister sometimes. The whole cycle is supposed to keep our aura’s buffed and oiled, or something.

“When we’re maximizing our output, we store what we don’t squirt in the gals and guys we fuck. That’s why you’ve got about a pint of pure pleasure ready to go sliding down your pipe, Sparky. Think of it as a gift of manly white energy that will flow from our life center to yours.

“As for you, little Skipper, you’ll be getting some tenderizing on a major scale while your buddy Josh here, sips and watches. Don’t move a hair, little fucker!  We’ll be doing the heavy hauling.

I could hear flip-flops hitting the wall, followed by the slither of yoga pants as the big men stripped. “Squirt, squirt…” two pair of hands rubbed like fire starters, heating up some liquid that smelled like musk from a man’s balls. My dick stood up in approval.

Later, when I saw  the videos (of course there were videos, and of course they became part of the 24 hour Skippy and Sparky channel) I could see all that they did to me. At the time though, I was mostly hearing and feeling.

The twin behind my head covered my eyes, while the other held my feet. Slowly they made smooth circles, covering more and more skin until hands slid down to my abs, and up my inseams. Stopping at my crotch curls and the tendons by my balls, they made little circles that again grew until they returned to my distant poles. Long strong fingers picked up my muscles, squeezing and wringing them until they started to melt into butter. My dick did the opposite, of course, rising like a cobra to the sound of a flute, bobbing in the air above my groin, begging for attention, any attention, thumping the air in its need.

“This twink’s not gonna take much time, is he?” said one.

“Nope! Look at his little boy bat do the dance of desire, eh? Goes with that bouncy little dance his puppy balls are doing. We’re going to get a major nut our of this one!”

Looking to the side I could see Josh was doing some hip hop of his own. A deep blush was working its way from his neck down his chest, and his purple helmet. “Wsshsssshswwhhup… Wsshsssshswwhhup.. Wsshsssshswwhhup…” he’d scarfed down about a quarter of a pint. His cheeks pulsed like a greedy squirrel.

I heard a click, then something in the table fell loose.

“Skip flip over and scoot up. Stick your face in the hole. We hear you’re really good at that. Hang out there for a bit while we check out what’s up with Joshboy.” I flipped, scooted and stuck. As I did, I felt my dick and balls fall through a slot in the table that hadn’t been there before.

Hearing Josh’s squeal, I sneaked a look.

His face was beet red as one twin twisted and pulled his nips.  The “Wsshsshswwhhup… Wsshsssshswwhhup..” got a whole lot louder as he sucked down more twin batter. The other twin knelt behind the chair, reached around and grabbed Josh’s bat in one hand and his balls in the other. Kneeling in front, the first twin watched Josh’s heating junk like a snake watches a mouse. The “Wsshsssshswwhhup… Wsshsssshswwhhup..” became garbled with groans and whimpers as Josh got ready to blow.

“Clear!” The front twin shouted. Momentarily freed, Josh’s junk hardened even more, the knob going all glassy as it swelled.

“Smack…SMACK..MMMRRRAAAAAAHHHH!!!” as the front twink tapped Josh’s boy-balls and pinched his knob.

“MMMMWWHWWHHWHHHMMNNNNN!” Josh screamed into the nipple he nursed on, his orgasm thwarted.

The pattern was repeated, three, four, five times, maybe. Josh’s eyes were crossing and starting to leak their frustration. He whimpered rhythmically, like a frightened puppy.

“Okay…let’s get this done, said the guy in back moving to Josh’s nips, teasing and his helpless pink nubs.

Front man got a good one-handed grip on Josh’s balls and other on his steeled-up shaft and pumped like a piston, while he rattled Josh’s rocks like dice in a cup. The guy’s biceps bulged. I could smell his sex sweat from where I lay on the table. That fist was a vision of power pounding Josh’s angry red pole. The man’s hand blurred, Josh’s knob swelled even more and went glassy with expectation.

“Wsshsssshswwhhup… MMMAAAAHHHHHH…Wsshsssshswwhhup..” Sucking like a fiend on the can of cum, Josh tried to holler around the gag. His cries were drowned out by the self-satisfied chuckles and snorts from Zane and Zack. Couldn’t tell who snorted and who chuckled. The last of the cum in the hamster bottles disappeared as Josh blasted his jock pudding out the end of his dick.

“Mmmuuuummmppphhhhhhh” then…”swwwwwuuuiiiiiirrrrrr…kuuuullllllkkkkkk, swwweiiiiiiiiimmmmmpt,” Jock rudely vacuumed the dregs of dick cream from the sippy tube.

His loads ran down the front man”s hand. In a flash he smeared the goo on his own hard dick and that of his brother. They took their places at each end of my table and smacked their sticky palms on me – the back of my neck, the back of my ankles. The guy at my head stepped up and pressed his abs hard against the top of my head, then reached under and pulled a pin so that the face cradle fell away. My head stayed where it was, jammed against those rock hard muscles as the guy’s dick poked up, knocked twice at my lips and then slipped in like it owned the place. I sucked off Josh’s junk juice and started nursing.

 The hands on my legs slid up to my cheeks, circled twice. Those big thumbs dive-bombed my hole, sliding in on a slick of the last of Josh’s juice.

Nope, I was wrong. I felt Mr. Footman climb up on the table, and slipped me his meat. Yeah. THAT was slathered with the last of Josh’s juice.

Sucking like a leach, I soon got Mr. Headman to give up his glory… two seconds before Mr. Footman bottomed out in my hole and did a war dance on my joy button. I gave up my load, squirting repeatedly in the air below me.

Dazed and speechless throughout, I finally sighed as those two big dicks were pulled out of my body with twin plops. Funny thing…I could feel the last drops of my nut drop from my pisslips, actually heard them drip into something under the table!!

“Zack, get the athletic cup from under the table and feed the twerp his slop. He needs hydration. The little dude seems pretty relaxed now and we’ve got a stiff schedule today.”

“Kiss our dicks goodbye, little guy. We’re out of here.”

And soon, they were.