Skippy Gobbles Cocksnot

In Which The Games Continue

In the middle of dinner, our phones rang. Josh and I had been going over our massage session and had just gotten to the part where he was getting his trash tossed.

“Hey dudes! Guess who?” We could see Scott, once again, Brian’s eyes smouldering in the back ground.

“You’ve got exactly three minutes to get to the den. Bri and I have 100 bucks riding on which one of you two twinks is gonna win this one. You each get fuck points. Joshie-baby, you get to go in first. How many seconds will it take for you to get hard, get Skip wet and get your horn stuck up his tube, spitting out cum shots ‘til you’re shooting blanks? Skip…you’re going to be making like a bear rug, flat out on your face with your pussy ready for a righteous fuck. Hole to the ceiling, little dude! When Josh jets his juice, the clock starts again with Josh on his face and you working your little wick to light up Joshie’s tunnel.

“Bri and I both hate losing so you two faggots better perform!

“Ready…set…GO!”

We could hear a ‘tick tock’ as some high tech stop watch came into play on speakers hidden throughout the house.

We flew to the den.  Josh was hacking up some spit while he ran and I squeezed my boy pussy to prepare it for battle. Skidding into the room, I dove to the floor before the giant screen, a screen filled with the chuckling, leering faces of Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone. All around us the cameras blinked to full alert. Several swiveled to aim their lenses at us, their little electric motors whirring in happy anticipation.

“Little dudes…the loser’s nuts might get featured in a weekend piñata festival…so better get your game on guys!”

Flat on my face on the room’s center rug, I heard Josh hack out his spit and smear it on his meat. Another wet wad followed immediately, hitting my twat knot dead center before he stabbed me with a wet middle finger. Then…

“WWWhhhhaaaammm!!

Josh’s dick was in my butt. All the way in. First it wasn’t, then it was. The kid’s quick! It hurt like fucking hell.

A second or two later it still hurt but slowly began to feel kind of delicious too, like super hot curry after the second or third bite. It hurt, but my butt hole was craving more, starting to crave a whole lot more.

Josh turned on his war hammer, powering into my hole, ramping up to warp speed. His panted, racing faster and faster as he tenderized my twat.

Juttering on, he yodeled a victory scream that pulsed along with the beat of his meat.

“Ah ah ah ah ye ye yess yessss YEEESSSSS!”

I felt a trio of long splats deep in my guts, long…loooonnggg… loooooonnnnng, then…Josh’s dead weight on my back.

He panted and gasped like a victorious runner, dying at the end of a marathon.

“Sparky…Sparky! you crazy guy! You just creamed Skip’s guts in under a minute and a half! You’re the mighty little man!” I could feel Josh blush with pride as he lay heaving on my back.

Uh, Skip-boy, you think you’ve still got the moves for a take down?” asked Scott.

For answer I flipped my fucked-out friend off my back and onto his, scooted up his chest and shoved my spike in his mouth. Two seconds.

‘You want to walk straight tomorrow, Josh, you better slime my pole before I drive you across the floor with it. I sure as hell don’t want MY nuggets in a noose this coming weekend.” He sucked. I guess sometimes threats work.

I yanked my butt back, grabbed him by the ankles and pulled them apart into a wishbone held together by a tiny little dot in its center.

The ticking and tocking of the timer seemed to get louder.

I connected the dot.

“Edddduuunnngh!” That was Josh.

 “AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!” That was Josh again.

I speared my best bud’s sex sleeve while he screamed like a banshee. His eyes were big and round, of course, but his mouth worked like he had a cramp in his jaw.

With my own hole as sore as it was, I began a fuck-fuck, stir-stir kind of rhythm that  warmed Josh’s guts and calmed his screaming at the same time. I felt like I’d stuck my dick in a tight sock filled with hot gravy, a sock that hugged my dick like a second skin.

Dick and sock began to fight it out.

My dick won.

As I collapsed on my bud, our sweaty chests slipping and sliding, I heard Scott’s sneering voice fill the room…

“One minute thirty-three fucking minutes, little dude! Shit! You’re going to need to learn to fuck faster than that when I tell you to, Skip. Brian won the fucking bet, guy. So Josh, you’ve got two points. Skip, you are down one.”

 We could see Brian giving Scott the victory fist, laughing his head off. “I win, Scott! I get to suck your dick for an hour before you get to cum.” Brian hooted and crowed in triumph.

“Easy there, Bri. My dick will always, always be there for you, and it will always, always out last you, you big fuck!How well you know!

“I’ll tell you what, Skip…you suck your nut back out of Sparkie’s little hidy-hole. Show me how it slides down your gullet, and I’ll spot you a point and a half.”

Sighing, I scooted back, pulled up on Josh’s hips and planted my mouth on his hole.

I could always use some extra credit.

The Boys Kneel In Worship

Next morning Josh and I were l kind of dragging.

It would take a while to recover from the weekend, we were thinking. We were also a little freaked about what surprises the new day might bring. We straightened up some shit and packed away some of Mr. Grime’s stuff according to his tersely tweeted instructions. Then we grabbed some lunch.

Right on the nose of two-o’clock, the front door bell went off. On our knees on the oh-so-familiar floor, we looked up as the door swung open.

“Bless you my sons. I’m Father Antonio Galileo.

“You may approach and kiss my dick.”

“Zip!” went his tight black trousers. “Plop” went a sizeable cock, along with its bag of nuts. It seemed that Father, when he visited his flock, went commando… a true soldier of the Lord.

Looking up we could see his thick curly brown hair and dark beard stubble, despite a freshly shaved jaw – a jaw that could probably crack a guy’s nuts like a vice. His eyes were a steely gray. As he stared down at us and smirked, our balls shriveled a little. He looked almost scary – you could fall into those eyes and never come out… and a twist of his lips hinted at a touch of meanness, maybe. Josh and I stood up straighter on our knees and automatically folded our hands in front of our chests.

I knee-waddled up first, and smooched Father’s mighty meat right on the meatus, as it started to rise. It smelled really amazing – lanolin and linen. He was truly a man of the cloth. By the time Josh scooted up to take my place, the thing was standing tall, reaching out and up, yearning for heaven bearing witness to the joy of uprightness.

“We will now gather in the den for instruction and prayer, my sons.”

Into the den we traipsed. Father Antonio gestured to a piece of furniture in the corner, one I’d not noticed before. It was a prie dieu, one of those padded kneeling benches with a little shelf for your elbows so you could lean forward and be all comfy and supported during prayer. I got the feeling we were about to do just that, only it was Father who’d be kneeling and we would the ones providing the comfort…or else! The guy had that look in his eye…ya know?

Silently he pulled off his black shoes, then his pants which he folded neatly before setting them on a chair. He stripped off his black shirt, then his strip of white collar to show us what was truly one of God’s wonders on earth. He looked like Michelangelo’s David…but better proportioned.

Belted to the outside of his thigh was a long, slim sheath. It turned out to be a jointed riding crop that folded out to its regular length and snapped together to make a whippy little flesh mortifier - an aid to our concentration.

“You with the needy, hungry look…Skippy, right? Hit the ground in front of me. Josh? –  you’re the one still looking all surprised, true? Get thee behind me. Now my sons…kneel and show me your obedience.”

We took our places as he,  himself, knelt on the cushioned board, beads in one hand and crop in the other. We knelt in front and behind him, devout in our yearning. We were yearning a lot.

“Take, eat…this is my body! Skippy, you get my cock, Josh, you get my arsehole. I think it’s also time for a little smiting of flesh.”

The hand with the beads pointed at his dick. I slithered forward and attached myself, starting a slow lazy suck. My own evil serpent began to rise, frisky little friend of the forbidden that it was.

Apparently Father then somehow indicated  his asshole because I could see Josh’s knees between the priest’s legs and heard Father Antony sharp exhalation. He sounded happy for a moment, then he began to moan.  Proof that Josh’s tongue had found sanctuary in the hills of Galile…oh!

“Skippy. I can tell that in your heart you’re a  good boy… always ready to help your fellow man. But I have also heard from Scott Grimes about how you are so readily distracted by temptation. He tells me that the moment you see a dick you start to drool like one of Pavlov’s dogs. Sounds to me like you have been a very, very naughty young man! Control and restraint are what you need. This week we’ll be working on control, I think. Perhaps next week we will emphasize restraints. Kiss the dick again, Skippy. Pucker your pretty boy lips and put them right on the end at the piss slit. Smooch away, cocksucker! That’s a good boy…a very good boy! Fuckin’ hell yes!! It would be hard to find a better boy. Now keep absolutely still and  don’t move, you bad boy cock sucker, you fucking pussy! While I pray that you learn to control yourself better, you will keep that tip kissed, no more, no less. You will not move.“

Obedient to father’s  instruction,  I leaned forward with the kiss of obedience, I reached down to support myself on the bench, a hand by each of the priest’s knees. My back arched making my butt tilt up and my cheeks open a little. Father’s dick leaked a drop of his natural lube which I immediately kissed away.

“Pam…pam, pam…pam, pam, pam, pam”…went the black leather tab of the crop, smacking my ass on both cheeks. “Pam…pam..” et cetera while Father muttered and droned in Latin. Josh’s calm slurping continued in the background. I could feel my rump begin to heat up and start to glow. Bit by bit that crop started to sting. I had to keep bringing my attention back to the kiss of brotherhood I was giving the guy’s dick. He’d whack one cheek, then the other, peppering my melons with pain and pleasure.

Then silence. Then more Latin. Then….WHACK!!

The crop smacked the bull’s eye right on my tender pussy pucker.

My ass bucked back at the shock, but my mouth stayed on task. I’d show Father I could be a really good boy too!

But, oh my god, the smacks continued right on my needy spasming knot. This couldn’t go on much longer without my yelling. If I yelled, my cock kissing was over. What to do?

“Skipper, time to make an offering of your better self. Time to give up your boy batter and offer it up to a higher power. Go deep within and jerk the spooge out of your little dick. Drain those fucking nuts, you pathetic cocksucker! I’m your fucking higher power today, do you fucking understand?”

The crop rained all over my pussy. I could just barely keep my lips at the man’s knob while I jerked my dick like a goon on speed. I started whining as my meat felt like it was starting to smoke.

Then…great steaming splats of cock juice shot out of my taunt tube, dropped and dribbled and lay steaming  in my palm, a personal offering, a testosterone  token of my obedience.

Looking up for priestly approval, I saw Father Anthony give a curt nod and glancemeaningfully at his dick. I anointed his upright meat with my pure white sperm. Seeking guidance, I looked up again and waited, mouth open. Father nodded again at my unspoken question and I dove on his cock to suck off my cocksnot. I kept on gobbling for his goo until he silently gave of himself, injecting his blessing right down into my craw. Father gave very very generously. My inner Skippy felt truly blessed.

Josh just kept slurping away in the background.

Father gazed down at me in amusement, “Get every fucking drop, my son! Obedience and cleanliness can lead to contentment. By the end of the summer, you’ll be more contented then a pig on a tit, you sinful fucking little cocksucker!”

“Josh!” The slurping stopped abruptly. Father continued, “On your back, your eyes to heaven, arms and legs wide and yielding, like the blessed, naked, and well muscled Saint Andrew on his cross.”

“Skip, continue to contemplate your desperate, needy self. But be sure not to crush your buddy’s nose while he cleans your tender knot. Open yourself in brotherly love, open yourself, Skip.”

I squatted thoughtfully, letting my tender twat lips crown Josh’s puckered mouth. I felt a few kisses, and then he was Frenching the hell out of my hole. I watched Father’s crop silently move closer to my friends supine body.

“Tap, tap, whack…tap, tap, whack…tap, tap, whack…” Father Anthony’s crop hit Josh’s right nip, left nip, then his  balls…a holy trinity of soft, defenseless body parts. With each trio of smacks Josh would woof, whine and then jab his tongue farther up my sex chute. His body jerked and twitched with the cropping, but his dick was now so hard it was glossy as glass. The head was in turning purple in desperation.

God, but that guy’s tongue was long and strong! He must do pushups with it or something. My balls hung on his chin and got a bouncy little ride every time he drove into my hole. My dick woke from its contentment and got back to work with a passion. It pulsed and firmed, rising high from my yeasty nuts.

“FFfft…ffft…fffft.” Three little smacks of the crop graced my knob. Inspired to do better, my dick hardened and stood up straighter.

“Beware of overweening pride there, Skippy! A cockhound should be modest and meek. “Ffttt…fffttt,” take what’s offered and receive joy in return.”

My balls each got a smack that sent them cowering against my groin. Perversely, my dick became even more prideful, gloating over the sad state of its aching little companions.

“I see we’ve got more work to do there, my boy, though you certainly are an upright little dude, I must say!”

“Josh, or should I say, Sparky? It’s your turn to give of yourself for the good of the order.  I will help you purge you of your evil and tame your sinful lust.

“Skip, anoint my hand.” I spat in Father Anthony’s palm. It went quickly to his priest pole. The pole then went quickly on its way inside Josh’s pussy, which yielded to a higher power. As father’s dick celebrated its triumphal entry, Josh’s tongue grew even longer in my twat. Next he’d be licking my liver.

Muttering again in Latin, Father chanted in plainsong. Relentless and monotonous, he rocked his dick into Josh until the boy began to quiver in ecstasy. Squirming, whining, Josh prayed to be delivered. Father pounded that stalwart little bulwark …his delivery becoming harder…meaner. He was fucking the hell out of Josh. He really delighted in ministering to the needy, I think. He seemed about ready to feed the hungry too.

 Father grabbed Josh’s dick in one hand and mine in the other and set up a double rhythm to his relentless beat. He lulled us into a trance…truly a fuck trance. Never quickening, never slowing, Father jerked us harder and harder until Josh and I mewed and squirmed under his skillful ministry.  We fucking prayed for release. We began to speak in tongues.

We all had a fucking epiphany!

 It was loud. It was filled with profanity.

Father bucked hard and deep into Josh while throttling our dicks in his two hands.

“EEEeeyyyaaaaaa!” I bore witness to his firm hand. “Whhhhooaaahhhh!” Josh told his truth.

When Father ejaculated, he also ejaculated:

“Hoooolllyyyyy ggggoodddaaamnnn shhhitttiiiinnn mootherrr fuuuccckk!!!!”

Gasping from the priest’s good works we slowly calmed down while Father continued to instruct us.

 “My sons, kneel and receive this blessing. This is your body, take and eat…” He offered a hand to each of our faces, feeding us our most personal offerings. We gratefully partook of his generosity.

“Like a shepherd, I and my staff will always be here to guide you, whenever you kneel before me. You’ll be doing a lot of that. Now again offer it the kiss of obedience.”

Falling on our knees in adoration, we lifted our eyes to adore Father’s provider of wonders. We licked and kissed it until it was born again as a slick, blushing ivory pillar of strength. We each gratefully cradled one of his nuts in our mouth, to help prepare the way for more of Father’s ministry. The man raised his hips to the heavens as Josh flipped onto his back and scooted himself beneath to administer to Father’s tender weak arse flesh once again, going in for one last supper. Father Anthony rested calmly on Josh’s face while my mouth embraced every inch of his episcopal pole, in gratitude for what I had received and might again receive.  With a fucking lot of grunting and loud slurping, Josh and I were determined to drink from the river of life one more time. We once again shared in our service to mankind, and together pay tribute to the rod that had comforted us in our hour of need. Soon we drank and we drank.

Amen.