Skippy Gobbles Cocksnot

The Boys Take A Delivery

“Thhhhhiiiissssss Feeeeelllllssssss so mutherfucking great, don’t it?”

We were really having a very interesting week.

The delivery men above us kept on talking while Josh and I kept on sucking. We never did get their names.

“You got it, man! If little piggies could be angels these cocksuckers would be the real deal. My dick’s gone to heaven, man!  This twink’s gobbling my whopper like it’s meat on a plate. Little dancing eyes, little pink tongue that doesn’t stop, little pug nose butting up against my curlies…all needy little pig-puppy…man, this fucker’s got St. Peter in his mouth. Ffffuuuuuucccckkkkkk!

He was talking about me.

“You speak true, my friend, you do! My little wood worker could strip paint off a bowling pin and fine sand it at the same time. If my wife were anywhere near half this good, I’d stay home all day and just soak my dick in her face.

He was talking about Josh.

They talked on about their work, their vacations, where to find the best burgers, where to pick up the cheapest whores, how much time they had left on their break, rocking forward and back, our throats their playland.

“We about finished here, ya think?” said the one, reaching down and around my dripping chin to scratch his sweating balls.

“Yeah, what the hell! Let’s get it done, paesan!  We got a lot to deliver.”

Truer words have seldom been spoken.

They plunged their cocks deep in our gobblers, yelled “FFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!” at almost the same time, then douched our tonsils with their yummy muck.

“Jesus Christ!!” said one, as he pulled Josh off his dick with a loud pop. We should call these faggots Hoover and Dyson. They put machines to shame when it comes to suction.

“You shot a mouthful, man!” The other guy thoughtfully pried my mouth from his meat. “All good things must end…and this was a really good thing. Now it’s back to the ol’ grind. If I had the time I’d grind these two pussies into pasta. To Josh and me he added, “Maybe we’ll get to cum in you two up again sometime! We deliver a lot for Stone Industries. We’d be glad to drop a load here anytime.

No shit! They delivered a hell of a lot. It dripped down our chins. They zipped trou’, turned and headed out the door to their truck, arms on one another’s shoulder, high fiving each other and wiggling their muscled butts in a little victory dance.

It had all started, with the doorbell, as usual.

“DDDDRrrriiiiinnnngggg!”

On alert, on our knees, and on command, we were ready for just about anything. At first, though, we got our knees on the tiles.

Sweating at their pits, and chests, two certified hunks of deliverymen rolled in the front door, each pushing a hand truck with a big, obviously heavy, box marked Stone Enterprises. Both had short sleeved shirts rolled to emphasize their bulging biceps, and a button or two missing on their shirt fronts. One guy’s chest shone smooth with rolling sweat while on the other, sweat trickled down through the hairs between his nipples.

“Vitellone Brothers, we deliver! We got some shit for two somebodies named Skip and Josh. That you kids?”

Two nods.

One guy pulled an envelope off his box, tore it open and read aloud.

“This is from a Scott Grimes, Esquire. You know ‘im you little fucks?

Looking up from the floor, we nodded again…enthusiastically.

“Okay, sign here…Says after you let us in you need to stay put. We gotta set this shit up in the den and then come back and give you more instructions. Got it?”

More nodding.

We gave them directions to the den, then  waited patiently  (a little nervously, but patiently) for about ten minutes before the two studly guidos returned.

There was another envelope.

Torn open and read out, it was really no surprise.

“You two gotta gotta go check out  the den. But first you two fagolas gotta blow us. Motherfuck! That’s what it fuckin’ says! Fine by me, eh? Well…come suck some dick, you faggots, come and get it, cocksuckers!!”

Their zips were down before we could get our faces in their crotches. Out fell big hunks of Italian salami, looking for a wet place to cook in.

We gave them a really warm welcome.

The Boys Contemplate Their Past

Josh and I wiped some of the cum off our chins on the way to the den. We immediately saw that Brian, the high and low tech mage, had been hard at work.

Set before the big screen was a low narrow table. On each side was things that looked like a chrome fire hydrant on steroids. Standing a little taller than our balls, each was capped with a saddle-like seat on a two inch piston pole. A fixed bar on each side ended below with a stirrup loop. At the center of each saddle stood some kind of robotic spike – flat black, it was made of a series of smooth round balls with a bigger butt plug for a base. At the tip of each spike was a little larger ball, smooth as glass and red as ruby.

We stared.

“WWWHHHRRrrrrrr, whhhrrrrrrrr….”

Coming to life in front of us, a miracle of robotics began to unfold.

First the spikes straightened a bit, adding an inch of two to their already considerable length. The red balls began spinning slowly – clockwise – counter clockwise, then stopped. From ultra fine pores we could see a thick viscous gel ooze out onto their surface. The balls spun again and the gel slowly rolled down the spikes, covering each ball, washing over the plug at the bottom to finish in a little pool on the saddle.

But wait…there’s more.

“MMMmmmmmrmrrrrrrr…” The spikes began to vibrate rapidly, making little rippling shock waves in the gel.

“Clickclick…clickclickclick…” The spikes began to bend – each ball a joint that making the whole thing like some killer tentacle for a military robot or something. It was awesome!!!

I guess our eyes were pretty big.

“Hey  little dudes! Wide-eyed with wonder, I see!” The giant screen flashed on and Mr. Grimes’ killer looks filled the wall. He was sipping a martini. ‘Up with a twist’, that was the way he liked to fuck sometimes too.

“Start working your tiny twink twats down on those spikes. You got maybe a minute and a half to get it done.”

Josh and I applied ourselves vigorously while Scott continued…

“The judge called another afternoon recess, so I pulled Brian into the office again to help me train my law interns. Hey, Brian, wanna say ‘hey’ to your favorite pussy mouth there? Josh is looking like a lost puppy when he hears your voice, bro!” Brian gave the camera a lazy salute and went back to sipping a scotch. Between his legs we could see the back of a head hard at work, slurping sounds filled the air. A very dedicated law inturn intern!

Scott continued, “Bri, I’ll bet little Josh wishes he had his mouth on your junk right now instead of whats-his-name there. The new intern looks pretty good though. Eager, but nowhere near Josh’s league, I’m thinking.” Scott worked a bank of switches like a fighter pilot. His office cameras took us where he wanted, when he wanted. Of course.

I glanced at Josh. He was red and a little pissed looking. A tad jealous, I think. Somebody was stealing his glory…well, it was Brian’s glory, but Josh wanted all of Brian’s glory he could get. He was starting to drool though, watching Brian’s big dick get worked on by some three piece suited guy on his knees. Brian’s pole was slimed to the max.

Scott dipped his drink toward the face in his own pants. “Skippy…this here’s somebody else – some different what’s-his-name, I forget. Not important. Scott used his free hand to force the head down way down on his dick.” Gasping, gagging, choking some more, the head in Scott/s open fly was battling for the man’s baby batter. “Not as good as you. Who the fuck is, little dude? But you know what they say, ‘ If you can’t fuck the one you want, fuck the one you’re with.’ I’ll be sure to send you the vid later.

“Meanwhile, boys…kiss those saddle with your holes and listen up.!”

To his intern he added, “Hey, kid…whoever you are…suck quieter. I’m talking here!” Mr. Grimes smacked the head bobbing on his dick. Things got quieter, but the action never stopped. “I’ll feed you when I’m goddamn good and ready so just settle down and suck…okay? Soft, contented, yet hopeful slurping and whimpering ensued.

“So, Skip and Josh! Brian and I have been reviewing your vids and some of your won/loss points and we think maybe it’s time to look back a bit on how you two have been doing.

“We’re all going to check out a video from last weekend and while you watch, you two are going to get fucked up by those poles jammed up your pussies.”

As Mr. Grimes talked on, Josh and I twitched and gasped.  We had nearly worked those robotic spikes all the way up into our twats. Popping the red ball in had taken some time, but the goo helped. Our thighs ached from squatting. We had to coax our pussy rings over each succeeding knob until the final plug popped in and said, “Honey…I’m home!!”

“God Bri!  Don’t you just love to watch pussy boy faces sweat and strain in the hope of getting their sweet lips on our joints? I bet they’d suck a load out of a dead horse if we told them to, just so they could get one from our dicks.”

Misters Grimes and Stone chuckled together and raised their glasses in a silent toast. The heads in their laps bobbed on contentedly.

Scott caught his breath, squinted in concentration for a few seconds, then said quietly…”POW…POW…POW!!” His grenade had gone off, blowing his little swimmers into a new universe, the one in what’s-his-name’s gut. The intern’s head dove desperately to muffle the explosion, burying it fast and deep. We could all hear a great long slurp as the cocksucker got everything he could from his mentor. What in the hell was his name, anyway?

Brian was a little bleary eyed. He mooned over at the mouth nursing Scott’s meat tit, moaned a little, then gave his all to feed the needy at his knob. It wasn’t his first scotch, or his first cum apparently. The anonymous Mr. Needy gurgled and hummed. I sneaked a side peak at my buddy. Josh’s eyes were hooded in jealousy.

 “Mr. Stone murmured on, “God I love to inject a hot twink. I sure wish that pussy-assed Josh were here, damn it!”

Josh’s eyes were round again in surprise. I guess he felt wanted.

“Kids!” Scott took another sip, “grab those sheaths on the table. They go over your dicks. There are three rings at the bottom. One goes over your cock and balls, the second over just your balls, the third around the base of your dick. Then the strap pulls up and locks to keep your dinky stones high and wide. You’ll be quakin’and achin’ in no time.

“Now, plug the power cords from the sleeves into those ports at the front of your saddles. Your journey is about to begin.”

As we were told…so we did.

As the scene on the screen shifted, we could feel the red balls start to spin in our guts, polishing our prostates. They were starting to warm up too.

On the big screen we could see a video of Scott, Brian, Josh and me in the gym just a few days ago.

Scott and Brian had started a work out in their jocks. Josh and I were naked and sweating. No one had even started doing much yet. Scott had cranked up the heat. Damp hair, wet pits…hell…even the straps in the guys’ asses were soaked. Josh and I just plain dripped. The guys had us use our teeth to tug down their jocks. We stuck our mouths in their butts to grab the strap’s crosspiece, then worked their  pouches down over their quads and calves, and off their high arched feet. The men found this funny. We then spit-shined their junk before they got down to business with their workout. Oh yeah, first we went back in their butts and cleaned their bullpens. We laid down a layer of boy spit from crotch to crack.

Since we were there to assist, we did. The guys hammered their way through a training schedule that would make a marine cry. They hammered us as they did so.

With Josh and me on our backs, the men first did pushups, sticking their dicks down our throats on each drop, pausing with their knobs on our lips at the top. Next we held their long legs and leaned forward to blow them as they did endless curls.

We frenched their buttholes while they lay on their backs, pressing weights to the ceiling with their legs.  We leaned in to lick their balls and suck their dicks while they jogged on treadmills.

Barely out of breathe, the men kept up a running banter, taunting each other and trashing Josh and me.

“Hey Bri! My pussy boy sucks better than your pussy bot! Get with it, dude! You turning into some kind of faggot or something, Bri?  Man up and pull up, you fucker!” Scott laughed as they knocked out a series of chin ups, holding at the top of each one and sticking their knobs in our gobs while we stood on step benches.

When they finally took a break, they grabbed us by the backs of our heads and guided our mouths wherever the sweat ran. The sweat disappeared.

To wind down a bit, they stretched and then did Sun Salutations.

Scott and Brian stood with their feet together, palms pressed together in front of their muscle-armored chests. Josh and I knelt in front of them, their dicks in our mouths. The men reached up and arched back. Their dicks dug deeper, piercing the ring in our throats.

We dodged to the side and scurried around back as the guys jackknifed forward to plant their palms flat on the floor. Our faces went full on in their butts, scouring those smooth musky rings again. Then those butts pushed our faces away as the men stepped forward into a deep lunge and arched to look up at the ceiling.  Just seconds later, they pulled the other foot back and knifed into the inverted “v” of a downward dog, we had our kissers were back at work, smooching their hunky holes.

It made us a bit proud to watch the video…the men were starting to pant as we rooted around in their back yards.

Our faces once again evicted from the promised lands, we waited the time it took for Scott and Brian to step forward, and again place both their feet between their hands and arch up into another back bend. By the time they returned to their starting positions, with their palms in front of their proud pecs, Josh and I had scampered in front to wet and warm their cock tips.

They did ten sets.

Scott wiped a hand under his balls, then squeegied the sweat running down his chest. He casually brought it to my face so I could lap it up.

“Guys, it’s time to wrap up here!” said our main man. He swaggered over to the full wall mirror, waiting for the three of us to catch up.

“Bri! Sorry guy, but I need you to pussy for me here. First cue up the tunes and then get on my dick. I need a specialist on the job!”

Before Mr. Grimes finished, Mr. Stone was on his knees, his beautiful back to the mirror and Scott’s beautiful dick in his lips. Chowing down on cock, Brian clicked a remote and – ever the producer of events and moments of magic – he had remixed a version of Free Falling…improved, of course, to… Free Balling, sung funkily by some choir of drugged out, sex crazed, husky voiced baritones hired for the job.

‘Yep! That’s it guy!  You know my piece, my piece knows you. Here’s to old times, Brian.”

“Boys! Front. Now!”

We ran over to stand between Scott and the mirror, flanking the kneeling Brian. We waited, our own dicks hard as rock.

Scott widened his stance, made two fists, then reached out and up, flexing in his killer double biceps pose. Best guns in the room, of course. Square sex mouth, tense jaw, flaring eyes. The uncontested man of the manse.

“FFFFuuuuuuccckkkkkkkk guys!! I am so the fucking god-of-dick here. Look at me and drool, faggots!”

We looked. Our dicks wept a tear or two of happiness.

“Get the pits, boys.”

While he did the Greek statue thing, Josh and I homed in on the deep caves of his armpits. We got every drip and drop, lapping like a couple of stressed German Shepherds.

“Nips!”

We changed course and scored again, each working a big cappuccino gum drop like we could make it pop.

Scott actually growled.

Then the god of sex slid his feet together, still with his dick in Brian’s gob. Twisting his trunk a bit, he grabbed one wrist in his other fist and popping his delt and biceps to the max. Glaring at himself in the mirror. It was a rather smug, self satisfied glare, I thought. Josh and I stayed on task, a pair of happy nipple nibblers.

Scott scooted the ball of one foot behind his other heel, bent his knees a little, then swung both arms out and up, finishing with both palms on the back of his neck and his elbows pointing nearly to the ceiling. The musk pits were back again. We slurped our way up and over the slabs of his muscle armor and burrowed once again into the hallows that wept testosterone.

Our stud king has double-wide shoulders and the waist and hips of a toreador.  He’s not bulky at all. Rather, he’s got detailed rolling knolls and corrugations that beg to be mouthed. They are wrapped in taut velvet skin that looks like hard vanilla ice cream. “Cut” describes him.  “Riveting” is the word I would use. If he were a statue, you could just gaze, simmering in gentle lust, and let his image fizz and bubble in your mind’s eye. But if you’re in the room, breathing the perfume of his fresh sweat…the power of his presence goes straight to your balls.

“Grab your dicks, guys. Toss your spew in that athletic cup. It’s right beside you, Skip! You catch it, kid.”

“Make your fucking deposits and then I’ll fuckin’ match ‘em.”

All eyes were on Scott in the mirror, including his own. What can I say? All four of us were in love with his dick. Brian, Josh and I motored into the fast lane on the way to jerk city.

Scott  relaxed a moment, grabbed a couple of huge breaths, then shook himself out from head to toe

He put his feet together and bent his knees, calves and quads popped for another anatomy lesson. He tensed his fists, slipped them down his sides, and turned them inward to stop behind his hips. Those amazing arms bunched and glowed with power. Hunching forward a bit, he rolled his shoulders. They popped into twin globes of male power. Then he revved up his pecs and abs.

Fuckingoddaaaaaaaammmmmmnnnnnn!

Bri, Josh and I got to the cup and spunked out, each splatting a tablespoon or more, we were so jazzed.

“Skip…come and catch it…PUSSY!!” Scott barely whispered through clenched teeth.

Scott’s stud stick grew even longer and arched up. Its angry red heat dripped with my spit. It held the space over the waiting cup like a lion standing over its prey.

And then, it was like we were watching some tropical sunset! The cream of his skin shifted to pink on his abs, then to a deep rose across his chest and breast bone. Red painted his tense jaw as his lips pulled back from his teeth.

Scott gulped in a huge breath, like an Olympic swimmer. Incredibly… he tightened every mother fucking muscle in his body.

 His dark eyes bore down into mine. He stared me down like he was sucking out my soul.

We were having a moment.

Then…

…like a gigantic tube of hot toothpaste, he simply squeezed himself ‘til he shook. His great cock juttered and started kicking out ball batter. It spurted and oozed. It splatted and dripped in the cup. He’d easily doubled our modest triple dose, and spludged out some more for good measure. There were enough little swimmers in that cup to populate several planets.

Scott let out a tremendous sigh and shook himself again. Slowly… slowly he relaxed. Flushed all over, he stood at ease, weight shifting to one hip, every proportion perfect.  I looked up and saw a David who could slay Goliath with just a couple smacks of his dick.

Carefully… cautiously, I leaned forward, opened my lips and sucked in the sweetest mouthful of softening dick imaginable. Scott’s breathing steadied some more and eased up as I rocked at his feet, sucking him drier than he’d ever been in his life.

I caught Brian and Josh moving in from each side, aiming to get at the winner’s cup. Quick as fuck, I pulled off that amazing dick, tipped the cup and chugged down the warm slop in two gulps, licking it a couple more times for good measure.

I think they were a bit disappointed.

“Skippy, you selfish pussy!! Not sharing?!” clucked Scott. “You just lost five points!  Better earn ‘em back quick or we’ll be playing ping pong with your tender nuggets next.”

I got back on his cock and dialed up the suction. I was going to be a very good boy!!

The Boys Get Mechanical Assistance

There wasn’t a dry dick in the room. Neither here in the gym, nor in the law office on the bring screen.

Josh and Istill sat impaled on our alien robot boxes. On the screen we could see the two interns at Mr. Grimes’ office…live…choking on the fresh loads they’d just sucked out of Scott and Brian. The young men each furtively lifted a hand to his face to gobble up their own spooge  that they’d spurtedt into their own hands.

All was relatively quiet for a minute.

“Jesus Fuck, but I’m like all kinds of awesome, aren’t I guys?” Scott chortled before another sip of his drink. “I fucking loved watching you get down on my meat, Brian. You’re like a puppy with his favorite bone. And you two cocksucking interns, whatever the hell your names are, can you give head, or what? And you little dudes there at the house! You really made to be used, weren’t you? Promise you kids cum and you’ll beat your own balls for a chance to eat it! I love to see how much you two need dick!”

Josh and I couldn’t readily disagree.

Scott and Brian continued soaking their dicks in the interns between their legs. The two what’s-their-names remained dedicated to their work. Mr. Grimes’ hand wandered to that control panel on his desk, and the robot spikes in our butts came to life again.

They were heating up quite a bit, this time. As our guts began to warm, the red balls started twirling. Our saddle seats began rocking forward and back – our dicks took note and powered up, ready to launch any time.

“Hands behind your backs, boys!” Scott barked.

We followed orders just as the saddles began bucking us up and down a couple inches, chaffing our twats on those spikes..

“Uh…uh…uh..uh…uh…” from Josh and me.

It was like being tied to a horse at a slow trot. We bounced like basketballs. The fixed ring stirrups let us hold our balance but the bouncing made us tighten our twats with every pop.

“Having fun, pussies?” asked Scott. He twisted a little black dial and the sheaths on our cocks started to deliver little shocks, like a school of piranhas were nibbling before a feast. Then the spikes extruded knobs of some kind of goo all along their length and began to rotate really really slowly, scraping the sides of our twat tubes. Stirring on, they began pistoning an inch or so, popping the plug ball at the bottom in and out our freaking ass rings.

Josh and I both began yelling. ‘Yauh…yuh…yuh…yuh..yuh…”as we bounced away.

“Yuuuuh…yuuuuh…yyyyyyyyuuuuuuuaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!”

We fucking shot our ball batter half way across the room, followed by several seconds of oozing dribble while the machinery slowed smoothly to a stop.

“Quite a spin, eh little dudes?” Scott’s laughter was nearly drowned out by Brian’s great guffaws.

Josh and I hung limp in our saddles.

“Suck your little asses off those mechanicals guys, and lick up your twink slop. Oh, and hey! Take a peek at these two guys…whatever they’re called. They’re about to feed again.

“Bet you wish you were here, huh?”

You bet we did!