Skippy Gobbles Cocksnot

Skippy Is Well Cared For

“Drrriiiiiiiinnnnnng!!!”

Front door bell, and we were in position. The knob turned slowly as Josh and I diddled with our own knobs a little. I think we were nervous and our hands needed something to do.

The door opened to admit a tall (of course) broad shoulder blond, a photo ad for young doctor-of-the-year. Blue scrubs, long white coat and a stethoscope around his neck, awesomely sexy, the stud winked a deep brown eye at us through his tortoiseshell glasses. He was sockless in Croc sandals. His toes looked like tiny, elegant dicks. Muscular, tiny, elegant dicks.

“Which one of you is Skip?”

“Uhhhh…I am, Doctor.”

“Pleased to meet you, Skip, you can call me Doctor. Now say ‘AAAHHH’ for me”

“Yes, Doctor…AAAAahhhhhhhhhhhhh…” doc pulled the string on his scrub pants. Before they hit the ground, he’d kicked off his crocks and stuck his dick in my mouth. “Now keep that in your mouth, Skippy. We need to find out just how hot you are.”

It was a really, really nice dick. It was a great big nice dick. My mouth was getting to know it in a really happy way. The head swelled slowly, weighing down my tongue and burping up some clear warm snot. The thing reached further down my mouth, going for my larynx.

“And you must be Joshua, right?”

Staring up, Josh gulped and nodded quickly, two or three times.

“Great! You’ll be assisting me, Joshua. Although this is really just a wellness exam, we need get to the bottom of Skippy’s desperate addiction to cock. Think you can handle helping me here, Joshua?

Three more quick nods.

“Joshua… you will say: “Yes, Doctor!’”

“Yes Doctor!” said Josh.

“Good boy, Josh!”

‘Yes Doctor.”

“Now you’re getting it right kid! Speaking of which, get your mouth right on my asshole while I prep for the procedure.” Doc kicked off his scrub pants and broadened his stance. He grabbed Josh by the neck and put my bud’s face between his man cheeks.

“Yes, Doctor…Sluuuuurrrppppp…sluuuuuuurrrppp…sluuuuuuuurrrppp…”

As Josh and I followed the good doctor’s orders, we studied the topical anatomy in front of us. It wasn’t gross anatomy. Quite the opposite! We were working with a very healthy sample of testosterone saturated, prime male bull stud. Velvet, creamy skin for slow licking, lacy pubes to tangle our tongues in. The dick in my mouth was statistically well above normal. Then there were the satisfied groans we heard from the big man above us. Symptoms indicating satisfaction…hedonia suggesting  increasing libido. Signs of our laving and sucking were the dilation of Doc’s butthole and a most significant increase in the volume of his penis, as well as an elevated heart rate. I could feel his pulse pounding through the dick in my mouth. Judging by the increased rapidity with which he was jamming his dick down my throat, it seemed that Doc was fucking horny too. Joss and I we evidently prepping him well.

With our oral attention on the aromatic specimen before us, we heard footsteps, wheels rolling, cloths being spread, clinking…all sorts of stuff going on around us. All of it was accompanied by loud snickers and chortling whenever we heard someone walk near us while we continued assisting the good doctor. I think his medical team was trying to be supportive.

“That’s enough. Joshua. Let’s prep Skip for his procedure. Stand and strip, both of you.”

“Yes, Doctor!” we chimed.

We stood and stripped, looking around the large entry room where we could now could see a gynecological exam chair. Next to it was a table with all sorts of medical equipment, a stand for hanging fluids, and a bright lamp arching over it all.

“Skip… in the chair now! Lie back and follow my instructions.”

‘Yes, Doctor.”

As Isat and fell back, doc flipped up the leg supports and locked them in place. He closed and locked their padded cuffs around my calves.

“Comfy, Skip?”

“Yes, Doctor.’

“Oh, then they’ll need to be a little tighter! Can’t have you moving around during this procedure.”

Tighter he made them. Josh helped him do the same with a strap across my hip bones and another just below my nipples. My wrists were cuffed to my hips, making my back arch a little off the chair. Josh slipped a rolled towel under the small of my back. I arched higher. This pushed my chest up, and aimed my nipples up toward the ceiling. A last band cinched my forehead in place. I wasn’t going anywhere. There’d be no squirming during this operation, that was for sure.

My butt was hanging a little over the end of the chair, helpless and ready for inspection. Of course my dick was getting off on it all, dancing away in the harsh beam of light while my balls did their own little moves – kind of jumpy they were.

Doc still had his scrub top and jacket on and he’d pulled a surgical mask up over his mouth. He looked really really hot…and maybe just a little bit crazy.

“Skip, take a deep breath and cough for me, little guy.”

As I followed orders, he grabbed my balls and pulled.

“AAAaahahhhhhhhhcuuukkcccuuukk.” I tried to cough as I yelled.

“Again Skip!” He pulled my balls again.

“AAAAaaaahahhahahahhccccccccccuuuupphhhcuuuuuppphh. What are you doing, doctor?” I managed to get out.

“I’m pulling on your balls, Skippy!”

“But why are you doing it, doctor?”

“Because I fucking love to pull on your balls, little dude!’

Next he put his ice cold stethoscope first on one of my nipples, then the other. I squealed and jerked, immobile in my restraints. My nips tried to stand up in indignation but they got flattened again by the icy metal.

“Oh yeah! Sorry about that, pussy boy. I must have put my stethoscope in the frig unit with the fluids. We’ll have you little knobs hot again in no time.” Doc pinched each nub, pulling and twisting until I started to yell.

 “Oh my fucking…” Before I finished, a rubber bit with a two inch nipple was popped in my mouth. My lips grabbed on like they had found a lost friend. “ggwwwwhhhddddd!!!!”

“Joshua, strap that in the little fucker’s mouth. Can’t have him biting his tongue if he gets overly excited. Patient safety first, right?”

Josh pushed down on my chin. When I opened my mouth he shoved the tube in another inch and locked the strap behind my neck.

“Joshua, put my scope back in the frig to keep it really cold. I may need it along with some other things if he starts to get over heated again. While you’re in there, bring out that first bag of fluids and hang it, then stick the tube in the hole in the patient’s oral retractor. Make sure he’s on a steady drip.

‘Yes, Doctor.”

Josh is really good at following directions. As soon as the tube was attached, he flicked open the clip and drops of what tasted like thick, cool cum flowed onto my tongue. I glanced up and could see about a liter of the stuff hanging there, waiting to find its way into my stomach. God, but it was good fuckin’ goo!

“Ya see guys, I’m in Obstetrics. So I get a whole lot of pussy. Well, a whole lot of girl pussy. Kinda makes boy pussy an extra special treat – know what I mean? The ladies absolutely love my dick, but you boys! You fags want to worship it. You’ll crawl to my crotch if I give you a chance. Important difference, right? Both are hot, but you fucking cocksuckers really go nuts for my meat. You suck harder and swallow deeper, you squeal louder and longer when I stick it in you, and do I ever love to work to that music! Speaking of which, let’s see what kind of voice our patient is in. Joshua, the clips…”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Joshua picked up two spring clips from the table.

“Joshua…nipples.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Mmmrrthhhrrrrpprpllllgggllluuuuggkk!!!” I squealed around the nipple bit.

“Hmm. There’s the music I love to hear, Joshua! Not bad, not bad at all…great response, eh Joshua!”

“Yes Doctor.”

“So about the bag of spooge…ya see, along with all the pussy, I get a whole hell of a lot of medical donations. Money, of course, but great gobs of sperm bank donations too. Then too, it certainly helps to have major producers like Scott Grimes, Brian Stone and the rest of our Alpha Chi Omega Kappa frat bothers. You see, Alpha COK’s are all like industrial strength producers. We can pump out more baby batter than a pack of veterinarians in a bull pen. God, but are we ever major contributors! Of course, even the best stuff has an expiration date, but I’m sure as hell not going to waste the stuff. It’s fucking goo of the gods, as it were. Hell, sometimes I’m even tempted to chug some myself, when I think I need a little pick me up. But that’s something for you fag boys, isn’t it? You’ll grovel for this cream. That stuff’s right up your alley, isn’t it? Come to think of it, some of it is probably going up your alley in a minute, depends on what we find here. So take your medicine like a good boy, Skip. This bag of stud cream probably has more than a few major contributions from me. It’ll have you bright eyed and horny tailed in a jiffy. Gotta get you ready, though…

 “But fuck! I’ve got to be back at the hospital in under an hour, so there’s really no time for a pre-op shave. I’ll just have to improvise, I guess.

“Joshua!...”Doc pointed to something on the table.

“Yes, Doctor.”

Josh nodded and picked up what looked like a roll of duct tape.

My eyes flew open. I gurgled and snorted in protest as doc tore off a strip of tape and smacked it hard against my asshole, rubbing and warming it.

“Take a deep breath, Skip!”

“NNNNooooghghhghooooooo!!!!!!!” I protested as doc grabbed an end and ripped the tape off my tender hole, snatching away the few hairs that used to try to keep it warm.

“There you go! That wasn’t too bad, was it?

I  whimpered.

Holding his hand high and slipping on a glove, doc said to Josh, “Okay, we’re going in now. Wait! What the hell!” He pulled off the glove and tossed it over his shoulder, “I’m going in barefoot so I can get a really good feel for the situation. Joshua…KY.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Doc grabbed my balls again in one hand, lifted them high (pulling them a little) and  stuck the end of the grease tube right up my hole. He clenched his fist and blew a giant mess of the stuff up my ass.

 “MMMMMMMrrrrhrhhppppppppppwpoo!!!”

Sooooo fuckin cold! But only for a bit. My dick sure wasn’t though. It was so hot, you could probably boil water with my dick.

Doc shoved one finger in my pussy, then two. Along with the squishing, some squeaking was heard, as he pushed and probed, rooted and rubbed. More squeeking ensued.

 “A  little rough for you there, pussy boy?  Good! That’s the way I like it. Gouge ‘em then grind ‘em! It’s a two part procedure.”

His fingers reached way in, way up, way down, and away around. They soothed, they petted and poked. They tickled and tormented. They made my horny hole feel like the center of the universe. The whole time Doc’s deep brown eyes stared down into me, little laughing crow’s feet at the corners. Warm, intimate and then a little cruel when raised one brow and stroked my prostate repeatedly. You could tell he was smirking behind the mask.

“Joshua, prepare the probe.” His eyes flicked down to the bobbing dick sticking out of his groin, then back up at Josh. My buddy got the message.

“Yes, Doctor.”

As Doc’s fingers continued their overly thorough examination, I could hear Josh preparing Doc’s instrument. This involved more slurping. My balls kept trying to pull away from doc’s fist, but his manual restraint continued. If they could have whimpered they would have.

“Josh, I need some lube here.”

Puzzled, Josh stood and simply stared at the medic.

“Jerk off and grease my dick, you dumb cocksucker! Er…I mean…Joshua!”

“Yes, Doctor!”

I started counting. Josh delivered in just under twenty-five seconds. Fast, even for him. The guy was motivated.

“Good work, Joshua! Now you’ll assist from below. I’m going in. Whenever I pull out, you do an oral scrub. Got it?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Doc went straight in.

“Huuurrrrrrmmmmphphhhhgglglluuubbbbbbgglgluuun.” (That was me.)

 It was surprisingly comfortable after all of doc’s prep and Josh’s assistance.

Still squeezing my balls with one hand, he reached forward and flicked the clips on my nipples. The sting was amazing. The rhythm of the flicks matched the pounding in my hot twat. To the same rhythm, my twat squeezed that mighty probe.

On every count of twenty, Doc would pull out and Jock sucked him clean then ate out my pussy. Things were now pretty wet down there.

“Joshua, it’s not good form to hummm and moan while you assist.”

“MMMMmnnn…yes Doctor…uuunnnnnn, uhhhhnnnnnn.”

Doc fucked me through about ten such cycles, powerful, calm and cool, eyes twinkling…the consummate professional. He rolled my balls and squeezed them rhythmically, then he’d pull and twist them for awhile.

 “Joshua, I need you to stand by…be ready with a compress and probe.”

Later, when we watched the whole procedure on the Skippy and Josh Channel, I saw Josh rummaging around on the table and in the frig, following doc’s eye’s to pick up the things needed.

“Guys, I have to be getting back to the hospital so we’re going to finish up here.”

Tightening his grip on my aching ball bag, he said, “Skip, I’ll count down from 30, you will ejaculate before I get to 1.

“29…28…27…”

My pussy grabbed Doc’s dick like it was dying and desperately needed support. Before Doc got to 10 my balls cramped, and my dick swelled. Doc dropped my balls and yelled, ”Joshua, compress! STAT! He’s about to squirt out! Get your mouth on that thing quick. I don’t want to contaminate the area.

I heard something smack into doc’s free hand. As Josh applied the suction to my dick, Doc fucked me double time, like a lust crazed ram. Before he got to 5, his load blew into my guts - a massive injection. At exactly the same time he slapped an ice bag on my balls. My nuggets were shocked as hell and puked up everything they could into Josh’s suctioning mouth. He cleaned and vacuumed away…quite the young professional in training, sucking me dry, then sucking some more.

 “Cryoprobe, Joshua.”

“Myyeesshhddddoddddduuurrrr,” Josh sucking away while he rummaged in the refrigerator.

I heard something new smacked into doc’s hand. As he pulled out his long dick, he stuck in what turned out to be a popsicle. It homed in on my prostate and tapped out a code for full evacuation. My guts seized up and another splat of Skippy starch left my dick on its way to Josh’s stomach.

Doc shoved the thing in and out of me a few times then stuck it in his mouth. Amazingly, my limp cock was regaining consciousness after being cold packed in the ass. Doc ran the thing in my pussy again, twisted it to gather up some more cum. Then h  grabbed my buddy  by the back of the neck, pulled him off my junk and stuck the thing in my bud’s surprised mouth.

“Joshua, I think we know why Skip is addicted to dick, don’t we? All the tests seem to agree. He’s a total pussy!”

Doc pulled the popsicle out of Josh’s mouth and stuck his dick in instead.

“You know, Joshua, now that I’ve  worked so closely with you, it’s my professional opinion that you’re a total pussy too. A couple of hopeless chronic cases, you two. Ah well. The world needs total pussies, at least my buds and I do. At least  our dicks do.”

Dragging his cock out of Josh’s sucking craw, he wiped it off on my bud’s cheeks, then held the knob to my buddy’s lips.

“Kiss the good doctor ‘goodbye’ Joshua.”

“Yes, Doctor. Ppphhhhhwwwwwwwaaaa. Pppwwwa. Goodbye, Doctor.”

Doc shimmied into his scrub pants and flip flops, and headed for the door.

“Joshua, you finish and close up for me. I’ll send my team around later to get the equipment. While you work on Skippy,,hang that second bag. The kid needs more hydration. Come to think of it, there’s a third one there too…one for you, my talented fag assistant. Suck it down while you fuck him, Joshua.”

Josh rigged the new cum dumpers, stuck the end of one in his mouth and started nursing as he moved up between my legs and pulled the ice pack off my balls. His loosened his lips around his tube and let some mouth-warmed spooge drip down onto his pulsing dick. Then reached forward and pulled the clips off my nips and began rubbing them, it was like pins and needles in my nubs as sensation returned. I jerked and twitched, mewed and squealed, my hole sparming as he slipped his dick in my guts. Intrigued by all the activity, my cock woke yet once again, alert and ready to deal with a new crisis. My balls took note and snuggled up to the base of my dick while my nipples warmed to Josh’s attention.

“You kids did pretty well,” doc yelled from the doorway. “I’ll make sure Scott and Bri’ get a full report. They may want you to see another specialist, though.”

“It’s back to work for me. You two, knock yourselves out!”

Gargling cum and wondering what in the hell kind of specialist he meant, we managed to slur an answer as we sucked the white sauce,

“Yyeesssshhhdhhddddddooosssttooor!!!!”

One Man’s Meat is the Little Guys’ Treat

Another day, another delivery.

When we met him at the door, it was obvious that Todd the chef (“Chef Morris” to us!) was all about food. Well, really, he was all about food and sex. He opened his pants, jerked twice, squirted a packet of mayonnaise on his dick, stuck it in Josh’s mouth and shot off five or six wet blasts. He could be very efficient.

“Come boys! We’ve got a lot of work to do. And most of your work will have you coming a lot!”

Buff, gruff and always a little bit nasty, Todd ruled the kitchen with an iron dick.

After we unloaded most of a week’s worth of our food from his catering truck, things started cooking. It seemed like he was always either working some of his food into us, or working us into his food

He tied me in a doorway using screws I’d not noticed before and used bungee cords to stretch me tight. I could pull and strain against them…but they relentlessly pulled me back into position no matter what I did. Ankles wide, wrists up and to the side – I was stuck there… a giant taut starfish.

He made Josh dive for smoked clams that were stuffed up my butt, then snarf out some sticky rice that he’d packed in my crack with a spatula. He buttered his own balls and had Josh lick them clean. He fed us both on buttered fettuccine, strand by strand, his mouth to ours, ours to each others. Slithery soft strands of yummiiness.

Josh and I stayed hard through it all. Real hard, and hungry for more.

Monsieur le Chef pushed Josh to his knees and fitted my bud’s mouth to my dick as I stood stretched in the door. When the chef’s iron was hot, he slathered it with a wad of foie gras and stuck it up my arse, skewering me like a suckling pig, then did some major mortar and pestle work ‘til I actually squealed. I could only roll my eyes and tense my dick in Josh’s gullet. Boy did I sweat and strain though. I sweated and jerked, testing every coil and spring, over and over. I was a spatchcocked chicken on tenterhooks, slow cooking on Todd’s hot dick.

 Todd’s hot poker heated my guts while pushing my dick into Josh’s patient and persistent mouth. Boy could he concentrate when he had a mouth full of meat. I began to judder and shake like an old Jeep in the wrong gear…like I was about to rattle apart. Fuck, but it felt good!!

Chef Todd kept pounding me the same way he used his meat hammer, waging war against my helpless little hole. My pussy quickly lost the battle, of course, tenderized to a pulp. At the last, it could only try desperately to hold onto Todd’s big twink rammer as it twitched in my tripe. My squeals rose higher and higher until I could only rasp silently.

“Squeal some more for me, piggy! Clamp your pathetic little twat on daddy’s hog. Try to choke it with your cute little cunt. You’re going down, piglet! I’m going to pork you ‘til you piss.”

You know! He goddamn did! After I shot my juice into Josh, Todd hammered on. I felt my balls loosen up a little, then I got the funniest feeling as I started to piss in little spurts, while Josh soldiered on – sucking and swallowing, making little hungry mewing sounds around my meat. Josh was dutiful, of course. Without missing a lick, he swallowed the recycled Gatorade I’d had with lunch as if he did it all the time. I guess if it came out of a dick, Josh would suck it down. What a weird feeling, man!

Todd did a reach around and stuck a little apple in my mouth, making me hold it in my teeth like a pig on a plate. “Oh my god, Josh!” I whined around the apple. “You’re biting my dick man!”

Todd chimed in, “Do it, Josh! Chew that meat!  Smack the oysters on this oinker too…the more tender he is, the more he works his pussy on my dick.  I want another gob of his goo in your guts in about 30 seconds! Work it out of that twink stick!!

The ceaseless pounding hammered away in my pussy. Once more I started to boil over. Todd and I both seized up as he injected me with his white hot shots.  As I came, I could hear Josh’s ball batter splat on the floor while he continued to nurse and nibble on my oh-so-tender meat. My guts happily fed on the chef’s pussy paste. Warm and filling… true comfort food. After a meal like that, I could be content for a little while…well…for a few minutes anyway.

The Chef slipped me out of all the bungees and slapped me hard on the butt.  “A good kitchen is a clean kitchen, boys. Skip! hop to and clean up Josh’s mess  off the floor while he cleans my meat and heats it up again in that deep fryer he’s got for a mouth!”

I sucked up Josh’s slop, polishing the tile as I went. Then I crawled across to nurse on Josh’s knob while Josh sucked Todd off again. I could chew me some boy dick too!

For the rest of the afternoon, and into the evening, Todd milked us like barn cows, standing us on our hands and knees, side by side on a counter top, rimming our buttholes from behind. We gave and gave. He did give us a little time to recover while we prepped food and clean up, but then he’d milk us again. He used our cream in just about everything he fixed. During our down time, he had us marinade our dicks in each other’s mouth.

Gotta say, though, it was a bit of a bitch when he made me scarf anchovies out of Joshie’s silky smooth ass winker. But you’d have figured on that, wouldn’t you? I made myself felch every one of those little fishy fuckers, and licked his pussy clean. Don’t think I could have done a real pussy like that, but for my bud…a clean and happy ass hole is not too much to expect, I’m thinking. What are friends for anyway?

Before dinner Todd had me to work out some maraschino cherries he’s shoved up Josh’s pussy and then spit them into his brandy manhattan.  Then he kneaded our balls while we beat each other off onto his cheese and crackers.

During our actual dinner break, he had us gobble down mushroom parmesan risotto he’d ladled onto his own olive-oiled pucker. No anchovies, thank god. When we were done, he had us do a tag team suck to see which of us could get his last nut of the day. He set a kitchen timer for sixty seconds, making us take turns until he boiled over and fed us yet again.

Gotta say  here…those Alpha Chi Omega Kappa  frat boys all have staying power.

I won the nut, of course, since I can suck one out pretty damn quickly, but since we’re buds, as I said, I shared with Josh as usual. I’m thinking Josh liked licking cum out of my mouth almost as much as he loved sucking it out of a nice big dick…or a knot of ass muscle.

 Before Mr. Morris left the house, he put up a bunch of Skippy-drop meringues in the freezer and a big jar of mayo laced with Josh juice in the fridge. We boys were so fucking tired, we could hardly get it up while we cleaned up the kitchen. Nevertheless, Todd put us on the floor, basted our dicks in a lightly curried gravy and left us sixty-nineing, each with a cucumber up our twat.

“Bye guys! I’ll be back in a week or so. More treats in store!  Maybe a couple a couple dozen cream tarts next time?

“Until then, bon appetit!”