Skippy Gobbles Cocksnot

The Big Boys Are Back In Town

“Boys, we’re home!”

Skidding to a stop on our naked knees, we’d made it to the front door just as Mr. Grimes and Mr. Wood walked in. Standing side by side they beamed down at us.

“Will you look at our pretty little preppy boys, Brian? They look fucking happy to see us, don’t they? Naked and hard, like we told them to be. Pretty as puppies, aren’t they? I think I’m seeing some drool on those sweet pink lips. We’d better get some dick in ‘em quick!

 “Skip! I know you’ve been jonesing for my incredible cock. Brian’s kept it wet and warm for you, all the way here. Come get the dick, pussy! GET THE DICK! Puss, puss puss puss puss puss! Crawl to daddy, baby, crawl to daddy!”

I crawled to daddy and attached myself to his dick.

Scott grinned, he pulled out until just the very tip kissed my lips. He worked up some spit and let it fall like syrup to wet his big knob. A clear coating of Grimes-the-Great’s one of a kind pheromone glaze.

His whole cock slid smoothly down my throat, going all the way home…like it owned the place. Which it pretty much did. It pulsed in my mouth with pride of place. As the knob hit the back of my throat some cosmic connection closed and the world was alright again. I found I was humming quietly. Maybe it was the sound of contenment.

“We’ve got some big news for you kids! My folks like the tropics so much they’ve decided to go native. They’re staying put and not coming home. So I’m sending a bunch of their tuff down to them and I’ll be covering what legal work they need handled. The awesome part is they’ve signed over this place to me. Karen hates it and she never wants to leave the kids or Chi-town, but I’ve decided to open a branch law office here. Brian and I will be here a lot more than I thought. And…little dudes, we’ll make sure you keep us coming more times than you can imagine.

“Anyhoo, I’ll be making some changes to the place, adding some staff too maybe. We’ll see. Meanwhile, Brian and I are celebrating, aren’t we Bri? We’re going to keep fucking our dicks in you two and feeding you cum. We’re going to do it a lot. It’ll be awesome for you.”

“We’re starting now. Get yourselves a nice load each and then you can suck us some more while we watch tonight’s football game. We’ve got the balls, you get the batter.

I was soon sucked down millions more of his little swimmers.

Well, that was last night.

This morning Josh and I made our beds and then made the men breakfast. The men made us drain their junk while they ate, then made us cum in our glasses of milk. Next, they made us trade glasses, look them in the eyes while we drank down the white stuff, then licked what we could from the sides of the tumblers. They made sure we were thorough.

Made for a good start for the day.

Skippy Makes Room For Daddy

“Scott-The-Hot-Shot!! How’s my man, you fucker? How’s the best quarterback ever, the one who got my team the state championship? How’s it hanging, you boned up dawg? Or should I say, what’s it hanging in?”

I heard my dad’s voice booming out of the speakers overhead.

All I could see…all I could smell was Scott’s junk hanging between his wide spread legs as he sprawled in his computer chair. He was Skyping with my dad on a computer screen that sat on the desk above my head.

“Coach! God damn but it’s fuckin’ good to see you, you big fucking bastard!”

My dad and Scott talked trash like that to each other? Who knew!

“Scott, I hear you’re the go-to stud for politics and power in Chicago now. You’re the big gun for the whole city. Way to go, guy!”

“Naw coach..not THE guy, but maybe one of the guys. And yeah, coach, I can pretty stick it in any hole I want to fuck. My connections are amazing.  And when I really do plug some pussy, I make them beg me for it man! They fucking cry when I pull it out and tuck it away.

“I’ll bet, you son of a bitch!! Well, it’s great to see you guy! I’ve never done this Skype thing before. It’s almost like being right there in the room with you. You’re looking damn good! Keeping in shape. Did ya’ just work out or something? You’ve got that hot and sweaty look.  If you need to shower or something, I can get back to you later.”

“Naw, Coach, I’m just chillin’… sippin a brewsky and letting off a little steam after a heavy trial this week. I ran the fuckers off the field, of course.  I always score. But I’m needing a little R&R here. I hope you don’t mind. You know that Karen is back home in Chi Town with my kids, so I arranged for a slutty little wood-worker  to put some polish on my knob while we talk.

“You always were the knock-em-back-then-knock-em-up dude, Scott.”

Scott took a swig from his beer and trickled some on his chest so it ran down his treasure trail, then along his hardening dick and into my sucking mouth.

“Scott, you horn dog, you! You make the energizer bunny look lazy! I don’t mind at all, can you move the camera  so I can see a little bit of her…”

“Sorry coach. No can do. This one’s got a really hot mouth, but kinda shy and sheltered, ya know? I can maybe tilt the camera just a little. At least you can see my hand on the top of the little whore’s head…see…?”

“Christ, Scott, that’s one eager eater you’ve got gobbling your goods! With action like that, you’ll pop in a a minute.”

“It’s cool, Coach. I can slow this whole thing down or speed it up with just a tap to the head.”

He  thunked my head and I slowed the suction, but my slurping got louder.

“Yeah, as a quarterback, you always were good with your hands. You could make those guys practically sit up and beg when you wanted.”

“Yeah, I’ve still got the fucking knack. Uuh, just a sec, Coach.”

Scott taped my head. I looked up, mouth hanging open. He took a swig of beer, swooshed it around in his mouth, puckered his lips and let it drizzle down to my waiting tongue. Guzzling sounds were heard.

“Shit Scott! You’ve got some fucking black-hole vortex between your legs!”

“Coach…if you only knew!”I choked a little on that one. “Really tender lips and such a soft wet tongue. If you could stick your dick in the hot mouth, old man, you’d drop your load in less than a minute.

 “Say, do you remember at the end of our state championship weekend when you and I shared that slut from the hotel bar where we were staying? Your fucking kid was asleep in the next bed, remember? He must have been, what..ten or something? He looked like a little girl then? Anyhow we kept having to whisper everything to that bar bitch and keep a dick in her mouth to keep her quiet and not wake him. Then when we came, your kid almost woke up. Nearly got caught, didn’t we? He nearly saw his old man’s dick in some steaming whore pussy.”

“I do, Scott…I surely do. You bred her hard, then gagged her with your meat while I got sloppy seconds. Then you fed her a midnight snack before kicking her out of the room. God knows but you left a hell of a lot of slop in the twat!”

My dad’s dick covered in Scott’s jizz? Jeeze! ”

“I’m telling you coach, you would so love soaking your meat in this hot wet hole I’ve got my dick in. Sooo fuckin’ hot, so fuckin’ wet, so fucking hungry! In…fact…I…think…I’mmmmgonnnaaaaa… excuse me a second, I’m doing a feeding here!! FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK…Coach!!!”

Straight into my gullet, Scott shot his nut, like warm pudding from a canon. I could hear myself glug and choke to keep up with the flow, but I did it! My dad was laughing so loudly he covered any sputtering I might have made.

“Scott, listen to that, will you? Sounds like you kicked out a pint and a half! You always were a major producer, a real prize pussy pounder, weren’t you? I can tell by your face you just dropped another record load. Don’t know how you can produce that much splooge! You’re still the champ, apparently. I do wish to hell I could drop one in that mouth I still hear it sucking for more. Don’t you ever go down, big guy?”

“Not often and not for long, Coach. You’d so love this mouth, I know…and this mouth would love your big dick too, old man! It would feel right at home, like it was part of the family.”

“GGGGUllllllp, suuuuuckkkk”…I choked a little at that, but kept working away.

“Keep it up, Scott! Don’t quit on my account. Bet you’re steeling up for the next round, already.”

“You got it, Coach. This is one hungry pussy mouth. A man’s got his duty to keep it happy. I got the need to feed the needy, you know? This next one’ll be for you…in your honor, in appreciation for all you’ve done for me.”

“I appreciate that Scott! Drop a big one in there for me! By the way, hows my son doing there? Is he behaving himself? Is there anything special you need him to do for you there?”

“Coach, I gotta tell ya…he’s doing just great! He’s really made a place for himself. He can be a bit of a brown nose at times, but I know he’s right where he wants to be, and he seems to fucking love being here.”

“SSSSlllluuuurrrrprpppppp, lick lick snaaaaarrrrfffffff.”

“Your kid really knows how to apply himself. All he needs is a word or two and he’s on the job until the job’s done, and then he’ll come back for more. He’ll do anything that needs doing. Your kid’s a real eager beaver. Thrives on repetition, and he takes direction really, really well. He looks up to me a lot, I think…and often.”

I looked up from my place on the floor and could see Scott smirking down at me.

“SSSSlllluuuurrrrprpppppp, lick lick snaaaaarrrrfffffff…some more…”

“Oooohhhhhh yyyeaaaahhh Coach! Skip does great work, but when he needs direction I make sure he gets it, quick and hard, man.”

“I appreciate that, Scott. I do worry about him a little. It’s like he needs someone to watch out for him sometimes, ya know? He’s a quiet kid, sometimes too quiet.”

Don’t worry Coach. I’m taking really good care of your kid for you. I’ll be giving him just what he needs, whenever he needs it.“ Mr. Grimes ruffled my hair, then held my chin in his hand as he plugged my mouth a couple of times.

“SSSSlllluuuurrrrprpppppp, lick lick snaaaaarrrrfffffff.

“Skip can sometimes get a little loud when he’s working hard, but I keep a firm hand on the little guy. I also make sure he meets new people, has some new experiences. You know, so he gets know himself more, get to know his place in the world. He’s getting really good at connecting with others in so many fucking ways?

“Glad to hear that Scott! He’s a good kid. Don’t be afraid to be rough with him when he needs it though, If he needs a smack or two, give it to him hard, okay? Hell, go ahead and turn him over your knee and fire up his ass if you think it would be good for him! You’re like a son to me and I trust you to do right by Skip. You’re the guy in charge there.”

“Never a damn bit of doubt about that, Coach…Skippy’s like my own little boy too. I‘ll be damn sure to give it him hard whenever he needs it. If  his butt needs blistering, I’ll make it glow like a wood stove!

“But, FUCK… Coach, thing is, my balls are getting damn happy again, so I’ll sign off. I ‘m going to really focus on fucking this sweet face for a while.”

“Gotcha Scott. Dick it a couple of times for me, will you big guy?”

“Sure will, Coach, I’ll fuckin’ do that. I’ll be thinking of you when I paint these tonsils here! Bye Coach.”

Scott pulled my mouth off his dick, spit in my mouth and glared down, “Skip, your daddy says I gotta fuck your face, baby! Open up, Pussy!”

“BLLLAAAAMMMMbbblllllaaaammm…blam” Slurp…slurp…slurp…”

“So tell me, little faggot…who’s your real daddy…huh pussy?” Scott cupped my chin in both hands and started  fucking face.

“SLURP, suck, suck, lick…SSSLLUUUUURRRRRPPPPP!!!”

He made it abundantly clear who my real daddy was.

Later on he made my butt glow like a wood stove.

Skippy’s Mr. Winkie Gets a Good Talking To

Even later that morning, Scott yelled to me from the living room.

“Skippy…come get the dick, Skippy! Come get it, getit, getitgetitgetiigetigeti GET IT!!

I got it.

 “Skippy, I’ve been thinking about your naughty little pussy ass and I believe it’s time that I give it a good talking to. What do you say, cocksucker?”

I nodded with his dick in my mouth, indicating that I agreed…and that I was indeed a cocksucker. I was on all fours in front of his splayed legs where he sprawled on the couch.

“Get your pretty pink pucker in the air, little guy, show daddy your happy hole.”

I looked up into his glowing eyes (so fucking hot, man!!) and aimed my tailbone at the ceiling. Mr. Grimes leaned over me and ran his palm down my spine to touched my ass hole. His finger was dry, so it took him a while to rub it around my rim until it got musky. He kept circling it, a slow firm grind, then gradually bored into my tender trap.

“Yeah, see how red and pouty it looks? It’s getting a little weepy and wet too. Man, if you could only see it suck at my finger! Guess I’ve been neglecting the little thing. Suck it with your other hole and we’ll remedy that.”

He popped his finger out of my butt and into my mouth, alongside his slimed up dick. I sucked.

Scott leaned farther over me where he could see my pucker up close.

“There, now! We’ve got a nice little ring-around-the-rosy hole now!” He began more slow, gentle circles with my spit on his finger… just enough pressure to pull the tender lips along a bit as he went. My twat gave a sigh and began to melt. It blossomed open in luxury. He blew his hot steamy breath on my hot knot, cooling that happy little soup bowl.

WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!

Scott’s fingers smacked my surprised little pucker. It panicked and squeezed itself tight. Absolutely defenseless, it quivered and pulsed in fear.

“There, there, little pussy! You weren’t paying attention to daddy, were you? You were just feeling really good, drifting off somewhere, maybe dreaming about getting a big dick in you, weren’t you? Let’s see if you can keep it together, eh?

Scott’s fingers took another brief dip in my mouth then went right back to my butt.

The talk continued. So did my sucking.

“You need your daddy so badly, don’t you, little pussy hole?” Silent, but ever so enthusiastically in agreement, it did its best to get that fucking finger to stay longer, go deeper. It was hugging that digit like the long lost friend it was - wanting it to move in permanently, if possible.

“That’s it you happy little hole! Give daddy’s big finger some more hugs, baby! Bet you can’t hold on to daddy! Awwwwww! Daddy’s finger got away, didn’t it. Go ahead, try again.”

It tried. It tried desperately. Again and again…many many times.

‘Ooooohhhhhhhh yeeeeaaaaahhhhh! Hold on real tight!! What a good little pussy you are? You need some more daddy in you, don’t you?’ Hack…spit…dead center on my hole. “Ready to give daddy’s fucker finger another hug, baby?”

POOOOOOPPPP!!

Out of my butt, then into my mouth came Scott’s finger.

POPPP!! Out of my mouth and into my butt for more slow lazy circles.

Around and around it went. Mr. Winkie didn’t know quite what to do with himself. Round and around, steady and smooth… like the slowest carousel in the world. Sure enough, my little hole started to let its guard down once again, started to relax a little more.

“Talk to daddy, little pussy…tell daddy what you need…show daddy how happy you are…open for daddy, little pussy. God damn it!! Get the fuck open! You want your daddy in you, don’t you baby?” Haaack…spit.

On and on the slow rub went until I thought I’d lose my mind. My slack mouth fell open and dripped spit on the rug and Scott’s feet. Then he homed in on my prostate and started doodling endless circles. It seemed to go on forever. Concentrated, relentless. I heard my throat start a soft, high keening, like the when someone runs their wet finger around the rim of a wine glass – a steady pulsing moan. I felt like I was melting into a pile of butter.

My little rosebud started pulsing along with my moans. Without being touched, my dick twitched and my balls started to rise to the occasion. Low in my guts, I felt my abs turn to rock. My dick pulsed in the air – a helpless SOS  of need.

Then Scott stabbed his full finger straight into my pussy.

My balls and dick knotted themselves and convulsed. My cunt lips spasmed helplessly. I sucked his entire dick in my throat and shot cum like a race horse.

Hooting like an ape, Scott rubbed my cheeks and smacked them while I fired repeatedly, then he smacked them’ til they glowed red all over. He finger fucked me some more and then began stirring my sex sleeve again..

 “What a good boy you are, little dude! I think your tiny twat learned a real lesson today. Lick your goo off me and the floor, then get your knees on the ground.”

I pulled off his dick and got to work. He stood, turned and broadened his stance. Bending his knees so his asshole looked me in the eye, he laid his palms on the floor leered back at me from between his legs.

“Time for your little pink tongue to give my puckered brown-boy some love!”

Sighing, I leaned forward, face falling between his hard muscled cheeks.

While I cleaned his salad bowl, he grabbed his cock and lazily jerked away. His silky sleeve slowly softened and opened, welcoming my hard working tongue for a long visit. It went way in and made itself at home. I licked, tickled, I polished the walls. I made like an anteater. That man’s bull pen had never been cleaner, wetter or happier.

The big guy’s breathing started to pick up. I went to full alert, slurping like a basement drain.

 “Skippy, cum again in your hand and butter your favorite dick, then come get your lunch, baby!”

In seconds I fisted and fired off another load. I dropped and slid under Scott’s low hangers, greased his pole and brought my mouth home to the dick. I held his balls like they were god’s gift to twinks.

Blam..blam. Blam, blam…blam.

Lunch was served!

The Boys Belly Up To The Bar

“Into the Hummer you go, kids! Strip and pull on these jock straps. Where we’re going, that’s the dress code for twinks. Your daddies are going to see a friend about some business and you two will be on hand for what needs doing. That will probably be cock sucking and getting fucked, I’m thinking.”

Josh and I piled into the black Hummer with the tinted glass and we raced across town, laying rubber, running lights, honking more than not. Scott put us in the back seat on each side of Mr. Stone and told him to keep a finger in each of our butts so we’d be warm and ready. Dutifully, he reached down the backs of our pants and got on with his assignment. Brian did more than just stick us, he poked and finger fucked us nearly non-stop, pausing from time to time to have us suck on his fingers before they went back in our naughty knots. Sometimes he’d stick the finger that I’d squirmed on into Josh’s mouth, sometimes the other in mine. It was his on-going chuckling and Scott’s smirking face in the rearview mirror that made us feel used. We loved it, of course.

“You two faggots are really getting to be asshole buddies, aren’t you?” snickered Brian. Scott laughed so hard he choked, and the Hummer swerved all over the road. Josh and I just squirmed on Brian’s fingers and turned redder.

“We’re here guys! Brian, have the boys clean your knuckles again and let’s move out.”

‘Skip and Josh, this is the A-Team Bullpit, a watering hole run by one of our frat bro’s and financed by the frat itself, Alpha Chi Omega Kappa. Alpha-COK’s got a lot of investments  in the area. You may be checking out some more with us, who knows?

We walked into a club with high ceilings, tiny tables, a couple of dance floors, DJ booth and a bar that took up one entire mirrored wall. Suspended from the ceiling among a lot of theater lighting were steel cages connected by ladders and walkways. Under the long bar were another series of cages - what looked like a cage in front of every bar stool. I was beginning to get the picture about where and how guys who weren’t frat brothers were seated each night. There were giant sport screens suspended everywhere you looked. Four young men in jock straps and flip flops were running brooms and cloths over floors and tables.

We could see that some screens had cameras showing the entrance of the place, a couple others the interiors of the restrooms. Apparently more were also mounted under the bar and some of the tables. These showed floor to waist-high views.

Behind the bar, cleaning glasses was a mountain of a man who looked like he could smack professional wrestlers around for a living. Broken nose, steely gray eyes, and a naked chest armored with muscle and covered with tats of all kinds.

“Welcome gentlemen! Glad you could visit. Haven’t seen you in a couple of months! Keepin’ ‘em high and dry when you want ‘em that way? Have a seat and tell me what’s yours.” His accent was pure Harvard.

Scott fist bumped the man and called out a couple of favorite labels. He and Brian climbed up on the stools. We stood waiting at their sides.

“Good to see you Winston! We got tired of hanging around the house and thought we’d take the boys for a ride. They’re staying at my folks old house and getting ready to go to State in the fall. Say ‘Hi’ to Mr. Reicher, little dudes! He’s a good ol’ bro and our most excellent host.”

“Hello Mr. Reicher!”

Mr. Reicher just looked at us, like he was figuring out whether to swallow us whole, or chew us up on the way down. It was chilling. Josh’s and my dicks thought otherwise, of course. We quickly popped wood in our shorts.

“So… you know we’re not really open in the afternoon. That’s why I’ve got my cleaning crew in.”

Like circling sharks, the four cleaners were gradually closing in on our bar group – still cleaning but mostly watching us all with hungry eyes.

“So Scott, are you and Brian sharing or showing?”

“Just showing today, Winston. Our little dudes still have kinda tender twats, so we’re bringing them along sort of gradually.”

“Shame, but I won’t be complaining. I wouldn’t mind seeing these two used and abused a bit. They look like a couple of lost puppies, don’t they? Do they whimper?”

“They do…it’s true, and oh how the little guys can fetch. Just watch this: Get the bones, boys, get our bones!”

Josh and I unzipped the men, knelt in front of their bar stools, and started sucking the meat that fell out of their pants. Scott and Brian leaned over us to grab the double scotches Winston had set on the bar in front of them. The bar man snapped his fingers and the cleaners stopped their work.

“Terry, Timmy, front and back, NOW!”

Two of the cleaners dropped their brooms and scurried behind the bar. They slipped the shoes and pants right off the big guy and tossed them aside. We could see the action out of the corners of our eyes. They knelt and wet down the big man’s junk and ass hole. I swear they were snarfling.

The two other cleaners began to polish the bar right next to us, staring…staring.

“Skip! Josh! Have a seat!”

I stood and followed Scott’s gesture to turn around, then stepped up behind myself on the stool’s foot rung and began a slow grinding descent on his impaler. It took a while even with all the lube I’d slobbered on it. That thing felt like a rock. A big rock.

Josh was doing the same on Brian’s boy beater.

While the four of us looked at Winston, and ourselves in the mirror behind him, we could also see phasing montages of our impalement on the multiple big screens. Cameras under, beside, above, and behind the bar gave an ever changing geography of sexland.

“Brucie and Chucky, give the kids some happy dick,” ordered Mr. Reicher. The two cleaners crawled into the cages in front of Josh and me and licked us from our balls to our knobs. My god, could they clean!

“Say Winst..think you could give our little guys one of your pep talks?”

The mountain of a man spit on the floor and leaned onto the bar. He stared at Josh and me, his eyes moving slowly from one of us to the other. He was starting to sweat and his pupils were dilating from the good work his cleaners were doing. His hot moist breath hit us in the face.

Josh and I squirmed a little on the men’s spikes.

“If you pussies didn’t have my bro’s dicks up your tight little twats right now I would be fucking you across the room until you had floor burns on your balls, then I’d…”

Fuck!! The big dude was righteously intense! He was glaring in our faces and getting redder and redder. You might say it was a little intimidating.

Josh and I began squirming a LOT while Scott and Brian sipped and simply sat - their dicks unmoving steel rods in our worried little holes.

On and on the two cleaners polished our poles. We squirmed some more as Mr. Reicher continued.

“…then I’d bull-fuck your tiny pink puckers until they cried for pity, hold you up against the mirror so you could watch your own face when I cock punched you up and down the glass…you’d be begging…”

Winston had a very personal style of description. His glaring face was now practically touching Josh’s and mine. It was like staring at a snarling Rottweiler about to break its chain.

“Open your goddamn mouths you cocksucking…” he worked up a ball of saliva…“little spit gobblers!!”

“SPPLEEEUUUUWW…. SSSPPPLLLLEEUUUUWW,” he chucked a wad in my mouth, then in Josh’s.

We swallowed, dropped our jaws and stared back, like we were surprised bunnies faced by a wolf.

Our men reached around, trapped our pink nips between thumb and finger, then began a slow, relentless pinch. Brucie and Chucky dialed up the suction just focusing on our raw knobs. Josh and I juttered and twisted on our stud stakes as our nuts rose to the occasion.

“…and I’d fuck you goddamn candy ass pussies ‘til you were fucking fucked to hell and back… and then…”

…and then we came. Well, most of us came. The men shot up our asses, Josh and I fed Brucie and Chuckie, and Winston favored Timmy while Terry continued to slobber in the big guy’s hole.

Timmy shared Winston’s bull batter with Terry while the rest of us caught our breath.. Brucie and Chuckie stooped to lick up Scott’s and Brian’s spooge that had dripped out of our holes and was dopping off  the men’s balls.

Winston  summarized, “Yep, kids! That’s what the fuck I’d do to you little pussies, so you’d better stick close to your men if you don’t want to be limping off to college in the fall.

“Yes Mr. Reicher!” We could hear Brucie and Chuckie feed each other while Terry noisily sucked out Tim’s load. Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone chuckled, chugged the rest of their drinks, then each high fived Mr. Reicher.

“Well Winston, we’re off. Thanks for the tipple, good sir! We’ve got plans for tonight, but we’ll be back tomorrow evening when you’re open for business. We want to show the little dudes around some more. Again, thanks for the scotch. We really appreciated hearing you give the boys the pep talk. I think it made quite an impression. We’ll come again some afternoon too, when the kids need another talking to.

Back in the Hummer, Josh and I fell together in a pile in the back seat. We were bushed.

 “Awe Brian! Is that cute or what? The little dudes are just fuckin’ fucked out, aren’t they? Look the hell at Skip, man! I just love it when he’s half past out and I fuck him really deep and slow until he’s nearly asleep, then slam fuck him awake before I really power up and dump a load in his guts. Great way to throw a fuck, man. His jerks around and twitches. He also does those machine gun moans before he spooges hands free. I love to turn him face down and rut into him again while he sucks his spooge out of the sheets. What a fine twat that little guy has on him!

“Say, Brian, I’ve got a bet for you, when we get back to the house I bet you can’t keep just the tip of your dick in Josh’s knob gobbler for an hour without cumming. Whadayasay, guy?”

“Hhmmmm. I don’t know, Scott. What if I have to take a piss?”

“Well okay man. Then I’ll give you two choices. You can either give the little man the gift of gold, or you can stick his face in your ass while you piss in the bowl. But if you choose that, you’ll have to start all over from minute one. Either way, call me in to confirm your choice. Man, I trust you, but I gotta verify, ya’ know? Think you can hold out that long, dude? Winner pays for dinner tonight.

“You and Josh go have fun.  Skip and I will be in the den. His mom’s calling in. He doesn’t think he’s in trouble, but I want to be there for him just in case.  I want to make sure he knows I’m right behind him!”