Skippy Written By Studstick Twelfthth Installment
Written by Scott Grimes (Studstick@mail.com)
Part 31 In Which Mr. Grimes Has Good Clean Fun
Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone were really pretty good to us that evening. We got to suck them all the way home in the hummer. Then they put us in bed and slow fucked us for about a half hour before injecting our twats with more pussy paste. On top of that we got to sleep most of night with the guy's dicks in our mouths, waking to feed every few hours. Apparently we'd drooled a lot because we had to lick up a lot that had run down between their balls and thighs. Gotta say, we woke up rested and refreshed!
When Scott got out of bed, he reached back and grabbed me by the back of the neck then walked us both to the bathroom. Dudes, the bathroom is fucking huge! The shower's like a room of its own with a couple of benches, radiant heat, nozzles on three sides as well as in the floor. A whole selection of hoses and spray handles dangle from the big rain head in the middle wall.
Mr. Grimes pushed me in, and turned on the water.
"Clean your pussy, little guy. I'll be along in a minute."
Just as I finished, Scott came back and stood in the opening. He pissed like a race horse, then strode in and sat on a bench, surrounded by mist and cascading showers.
"Wash me, little dude!"
I did. I put soap on my hands and rubbed his body from head to toe, then did the shampoo and rinse thing for his head. When I very carefully washed his face, he lazily moved his head from side to side and hummed a bit. I think he liked it. Then he stood and bent forward so I could soap his butt. After a rinse, I squatted behind him and rimmed him for about five minutes. The humming continued. Then he sat again.
"Take a seat, pussy!" Scott looked meaningfully at his rampant cock.
I grabbed a bottle of lube from a shelf on the wall and squirted a bunch up my ass. Scott turned me to face away from him and pulled me back as I started to squat. He bulls-eyed me. Reaching under my arm pits, he reversed his hands to grab me by the shoulders. Relentlessly, he pulled me down on his hot wet pole. God...it felt so fucking goddamn good!
When his pubes were rasping against my tender pussy lips, he grabbed me around the waist with both arms and hunched us over until my palms touched the tiles. He bucked his big dick up into me for a couple of minutes. Talk about feeling goddamn good!
Scott sat us up and pulled me back to lean on his chest while he pinched and worked my nipples. My twat clamped down on his meat like a cylindrical vice. He fucked up into that for a bit.
"Open, little dude!"
I opened my mouth.
Mr. Grimes felt around on the tip of my tongue, then ran a finger up between my gums and upper lips. It fucking tickled like hell!! I twitched a little on his dick. He reached forward and grabbed an adjustable shower head and flicked it to its needle spray setting. Then he held it under us and aimed the thing at my balls and tender inner thighs.
"AAAAHHhhhhhhh...hhhhhaaaaaaahhhhh...hhhaaahhhhhhhhh....hhaaaaa..hhhaaaaa!!!!!!"
I thought I'd go nuts. That REALLY fucking tickled.
Locked in his laps, my legs hanging on each side of his man-spread knees, I jerked and jittered. I screeched and bounced like I was being electrocuted.
"Open!"
When I did, he aimed the needle spray inside my mouth. I closed the back of my throat closed and the water foamed out of my lips, but the needles REALLY FUCKING TICKLED!!!!
With the needles again aimed at my balls, I settled into continual spasms...spasms that had my twat working his dick like a pro. Then he dropped the shower head and grabbed my balls in one hand and my dick in another, leaning back so I sat helpless...a piece of quivering meat on his man spike.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh...Scooootttttt....Sccoooootttt!!!" I came in great gouts, shaking in my own personal earthquake.
Mr. Grimes rubbed my stomach and fiddled with my balls as I settled down.
"Pussy!" He growled in my ear. "What the fuck did you just call me, Pussy?"
Still twitching, I managed to squeak out, "Uh...I called you `Scott'...Mr. Grimes. Sorry Mr. Grimes. I won't let it happen again, Mr. Grimes!!"
We'll see, won't we? Sounded kind of cute, pussy. Probably means I'm going to have to fuck you now until you spit the spooge again, don't you think?"
"Yes Mr. Grimes. It probably means you're going to fuck me until my eyes cross."
"Yeeeeaaaaaahhhh. That's sooooooooo going to happen. Brace yourself faggot, I'm going to pound your guts to pulp..."
And he did.
After breakfast, the men were ready to head back to the city.
Josh and I were sucking on their dicks in the entry way.
"God but I love how much you need my cocksnot, Skippy! Here you go little guy!...SPPPLLLUUUUUGGGE!!
"Suck it all out, `cause you won't be getting it for a while. Then kiss the best dick in the world goodbye and zip me up, little fellow." Mr. Grimes actually winked at me!! Then he threw his head back and laughed.
"Shit, Brian! Our little dudes get so hungry for our butch butter that sometimes I think they're going to suck us to death! That would be the way to go, though, wouldn't it bro?"
Mr. Stone's grin was all the agreement needed.
"Little dudes! Brian and I decided that you're going to beat off four times tomorrow, but you'll only be able to cum if you have a dick in your mouth. Luckily for you, we've got a construction crew coming in to do some dry wall. They'll be hot, they'll be sweaty, they'll be feeding you cum. Make sure they go away happy...got it?
A sneering dry wall crew arrived the next day and we easily met our quota.
Part 32 In Which The Boys Use Their Kissers
"DDDDrrrririiinnnnnnnnnggggggg.."
The door slammed open.
On our knees, it was still easy to figure out the guy -- he was the intern whose head was working overtime in Scott's lap when the men called us from the Mr. Grimes' law office.
In person he had one of those faces that makes you catch your breath. Blond hair, dark eyes, he looked like an angel on the way to conquer hell. He was looking down at Josh and me.
His sneer said it all.
Well, not all, because he added, "You're Pussy and Sparky, right...oh...ex-cuse-me!!...your Skippy and Joshie, right...oh ex-cuse-me-again...I guess you're Skip and Josh? Well, I think Pussy and Sparky are probably way more accurate, don't you, faggots?" He tossed a couple of business cards on the tiles in front of us. "Greg Seemens -- only the best for all your needs."
Keeping quiet, a little worried maybe, we nodded slowly, feeling like pair of rabbits in front of a fox.
"Mr. Grimes has sent me to get things started with some improvements he wants done to the place. We're going to start with improving the mood of my dick right now, little dudes.
"Get the hell off the floor and take my clothes off me."
Well, this was new!
I eased off his jacket and folded it on a nearby chair, then returned to unbutton his shirt, loosen and slip off his tie. He stood as if he were some Greek bronze waiting to be polished. Turned out he was.
Josh got both shoes off and stowed, then popped the belt and button and dropped the zip. The trousers hit the floor as I shimmied the shirt of the man's torso. He was a Greek god. A young one. A hung one. The hanging part started to change right away, becoming less and less hanging and more and more upright.
`Pussy! You get to suck dick first. Sparkyboy! You get to eat asshole first. A couple of lucky guys, aren't you? So lucky that you'll each get to eat about everything you see. But first, you can start with my ears."
This was new too!
Josh and I had to stand on our toes to get our lips to his ears. We swabbed, washing the oh-so-tender shells, then began to burrowing in.
"Keep your little pink tongues a bit dry there guys -- not so much noise, okay?"
We did some drier spelunking. He moved his head gently back and forward, luxuriating in our attention, I guess.
"Sides of the neck..."
We could stand flat and just reach the pulses under his jaw -- lapping and nibbling with our lips at his pulse points.
He raised his arms and clasped one hand with the other, resting both on the top of his blond waves.
"Pits..."
We slid right in there. He used some antiperspirant that made our lips want to pucker pucker at first, but we had that all licked away in half a minute. We could smell his earthy musk mixed with the smell of our spit.
"Nips.."
On down we slurped over solid matching slabs of muscle to the cappuccino colored aureoles. They rose in appreciation. Greg grabbed the backs of our heads and mashed our mouths against his tits. First we sucked, then we nibbled. We did some gentle nipping with our front teeth , then moved on to sucking and biting those tender nubs.
"Look up and open, fagboys..."
We did. He spit first in my mouth, then Josh's.
"Swallow!"
Gulp and gulp.
"Up and open again..."
We did. More spit.
"Pussy, get the dick. Sparky, get the hole.
"Now!! Fagboys!!" Mr. Seemens could be very insistent.
Josh and I settled in to explore exciting new possibilities. I could tell from the nasty wet slurping Josh was doing between those noble cheeks that my friend had found one of his favorite flavors of asshole. The dick I went down on was ready for me and more than able to take some major slurping itself. After I deep throated it I pulled off, then slathered it top to bottom before washing his balls most thoroughly. Those things were big, and they hung down low, a couple of figs in a fuzzy tan sock that really needed me to pay a lot of attention to them.
"Kiss..."
We stopped. Totally uncertain.
`Kiss, faggots!!"
Josh and I started to stand, thinking he actually wanted us to kiss him, but...
"Stupid faggots!! Kiss!! Pussy -- kiss the slit. Sparky -- kiss the hole.
We did and we waited.
"Who in the hell told you to stop, cocksuckers?"
We started speed kissing his anatomical details. His knob pulsed at the attention as I kissed the bottom of his piss slit. I later saw on the videos how the man's muscled cheeks would flex, forcing Josh to fight his way into Greg's succulent hole. I also saw how Mr. Seeman began doing a whole series of isometrics for his arms and torso, forcing one arm against another, a wrist against his breast bone, rhythmic ab compressions.
We kissed on.
Greg dropped his arms, let out his breath, "Get some tongue in there too, you're about to get lucky."
Josh made like a mini punch press as he continued smooching away. I poked my tongue with every kiss, making tiny but intense suction on the slit.
Still kissing, I started drinking too when the big man's bubbler started putting out the precum. The man didn't move. He made no sound...but did come a whole fucking lot. I swallowed it all (I have been practicing!) sucking it right through my puckered kissing lips and then I kissed some more, coaxing syrupy goo from . He stayed hard.
"Okay boys! Clean up where you are, then take my clothes and luggage to a guest room. After that, meet me in the den. I've got some calls to make. We'll stay naked today.
"Oh, and while I'm on the phone, Pussy, you get the left foot, Sparky, the right. They'll both be really clean by the time I hang up, won't they, fagboys?"
He did have beautiful feet.
I tongued between the last two toes of Mr. Seemens' foot, then slithered over his instep to lick along the arch before sliding down to suck some more on his big toe. Josh was coordinating with me. We were like a well oiled machine, one that was oiling those big elegant gunboats really well. We started down the row of toes, sucking and slurping when we heard,
"Hello Mr. Grimes! Thank you for taking my call. I've just finished calling the contractors and suppliers as you requested and I've introduced myself to the boys here. They're freshening me up after my drive here."
Greg was on the phone.
"Good job there Greg! It's Greg, right?"
"Yes sir, Mr. Grimes. I'm flattered you remembered."
"Thought it was something like that. Hell Greg, what are the boys up to?"
"Just a minute sir and I'll redirect the cameras."
"Looks like they're up to your ankles, Stud! Hey Brian! Get off my dick a second and see what our little dudes are up to."
In one of the side screens in the den, Josh and I could keep licking and still catch the sight of Brian pulling off Scott's meat. He grinned at us.
"Looking good, little dudes! I know you wish you were eating on Scott and me, but at least you've got someone in your mouth! How `bout the two of you sucking face then getting up there to double team that guy's...Greg, is it?,,,junk? Think of yourselves as a couple of drones that Scott and I will be driving.
Josh and I pulled off Greg's legs and melted into each other's mouths. God but his tongue was so soft, so wet, and so fucking strong! I always lost to him and he ended up sticking his through to my tonsils where he'd rummage around until I moaned for him.
"That's enough kissy-face, faggots." Snapped Scott. "Let's see you chewing on the meat and potatoes. Greg...it is Greg...yeah...put your hands behind your head and lean back. These twinks are now on remote control, so just fucking lie back and enjoy!"
Mr. Grimes gazed down at us while we went at his balls. The trademark smirk was there. He must be an Alpha COK frat bro too.
Brian said, "Let's see you two humping some ankles there. Sparky, do your puppy thing while you suck on that big bone.
Josh complied...enthusiastically too. I dry fucked the other leg and kept rooting around in Greg's balls.
"Do his nips now, little dudes. I want to see his face as you nurse his nubs. Go for it little guys!"
We shifted to nibble his big tan gummi bears. Greg started to growl a little. We could see his mouth drop open a little and his eyes roll up. This guy really likes tended tits!
"...uh...Greg...right! Greg! Reach in the drawer there and pull out a couple of suction cups. They go on you, big guy. Little dudes, back to his junk. I want to see it as hot and slimy as you can get it. Greg, go back in the drawer and pull out that bit of cotton rope. Yeah, that's it.
Mr. Grimes continued, "Joshie, stay on the man's dick while Skip sucks yours. It's going up Pussy's back hole in about a minute. Greg, twist those cups for me, guy. Show me your love."
We did what we were told. I hummed while Josh and Greg moaned.
"Skip! On all fours, Sparky, get in his butt...NOW!" It happened like he said.
"Greg, take the rope and tie the pups' balls together. They're going to be really close for a bit. Good going Greg. Now jam your dick up Josh's pussy. It would be good for us to hear some yelling around that, ya know?"
Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone heard three screams, actually. Not screams of pain really, but sounds to match the intensity of the cock punches.
"Brian, is that a picture or what? Glad it's all be recorded. We'll be watching this one again and again. Speaking of which, you'll have to watch it later, `cause my dicks getting dry. Fix that, Brian.
"Hear that, Greg? Mr. Stone sucks WWWAAAAYYYYYY better than you, but you'll get a lot more practice when you're back here at the office."
"So, Greg, let's see smashed on Josh's back and your fingers pinching Skips nips. TTHHHAaaaattttt'ssssit! Now Greg, you pull out a couple of inches of dick and then shove it back in. No more, now less. Twisting rooting around, all cool, but only two inches on the out stroke.
"Little dudes! You can't do fucking much except take it, can you. I'll bet when Greg pinches your nubs your little faggot pussy grabs dick, doesn't it Skip? Am I right Joshie? Are your fagboy balls feeling it, little fuckers?"
Josh was panting, but I could feel his head on my shoulder nod a couple of times. I could feel Josh do hard mini jabs in my twat. He couldn't move much but his twitches were electric. Greg's staccato pounding in Josh's boy cunt throbbed through him and into me.
"Man! If I could only be there and fingerfuck your hole, Greg, I'd smack all three sets of balls, we'd have quite the picture of desperate need there!"
Greg moaned and quickened pace. Apparently just thinking about Scott's finger in his ass made him hornier. The three of us were as tense as we could get, truly desperate to move on, move out, to find some way to cum.
"Okay guys. Greg, pull out and free up the boy's balls, then get your cute ass back in the chair, hands behind you head. Kids, I want you back in his crotch while you jerk each other's little boy bats. That's it guys! Now when I say, you're going to stand and deliver on Greg's junk. Greg, keep your mitts behind your head. Ready?
"One...two...three...NOW!"
Josh and I plastered Greg's dick and balls with our spooge, it was like whipped cream from a can.
"Kids, snap off those cups and chew, like a son of a bitch...NOW!!!!!!!!"
We did.
Greg screamed like a banshee and a great splat of cum shot out of his spunk spout. Josh and I chewed away. We couldn't smirk, but we could do an awesome job torturing his tits a little. Scott said we had to, didn't he?
"FFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK, dudes! I fucking dropped my nut watching you three! Look at what a desperate bunch of fags you are. You'll do any fucking thing I tell you so you can have my dick in you again sometime! Jesus!
"Brian! You dog, you! You got every bit of my junk juice again? Man, but I love to hear interns scream, don't you? They're so intense and everything. Love to fuck their bushy tails too, so send in the other what's his name. He needs a hell of a lot of supervision today. You can fuck his mouth while I stick my cock up his twat tube.
"Skip and Josh! Eat all that cocksnot off Greg. He's looking a bit too informal for a legal assistant, don't you think? Then you can get back to his feet for a while. He might find it soothing, ya know? Take his mind off those raw looking nips of his.
"See you guys later!"
Part 33 In Which The Intern Exits
Mr. Seemens spent the night before heading back to Chicago. Apparently he likes his meals to be informal because for dinner he ate off a tray in the den while he watched reruns of Josh and me on the porn site. He cranked up the sound really loud. It was a little embarrassing sometimes.
As he ate, he sat on Josh's face. My friend was on the floor leaning back against the couch with his head between two cushions. They muffled his butt munching a little, but the slurping came through every now and then.
I was sitting on Josh's hard dick and leaning forward to suck Greg's. The man had made it a point to work our nipples for a really long time and then smacked a pair of suction cups on each of us. I think he resented our earlier attention a little. He'd tied off our balls with more cotton rope. Josh and I were hurtin' and horny. From time to time Greg would reach under the tray to screw around with the cups. We found we were inspired to apply ourselves with more gusto.
Greg put down his last beer, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and belched. The avenging angel had some rough edges it seemed. After I'd sucked a couple loads out of him and Josh had fucked a couple of his into me, my own crotch rocket launched, hands free. Greg lifted the tray away, grabbed me by my hair and pulled my sucking mouth off his slowly softening meat. He stood, pulling his ass off Josh's face. The man stretched luxuriously -- such a waste that there was no one around to sculpt or paint him -- scratched his balls and started out of the room.
"Clean each other off, faggots, then I want you to pop again in each other's mouths. You've got five minutes. Get it done...I want you two empty and dry. I'm going to the john. If you can't show cum-on-tongue when I get back, I'll be using the ping pong paddles on your balls until they give it up. Got it?"
We were speed sucking before he got into the hall.
Seemens slept alone...!!!!....but for breakfast I was under the kitchen table again, doing the deed on his dick. Josh waited table, standing by Greg's chair between orders and errands, having his balls diddled while the man read a legal brief in his other hand. After the dishes were cleared he had Josh get up on the table on all fours with his ass level with Greg's face. The man would sip his coffee, then take some and blow it in my bud's butthole, warming and softening it. He poured himself a second cup and set it under Josh's dick head. Then he milked that thing for all it was worth, finger fucking the hot hole at the same time.
"UUUUnnn...uuuunnnnnnhhhhh...UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNHHHHH!!!!" Josh splatted his nut right in the cup. Greg lifted the cup and stuck Josh's dick right in, stirring the warm black brew until the cum was incorporated.
"I've had enough caffeine, Sparky! Get this inside you. Suck this down or I'll use a turkey baster and fire it up your twat." Josh slid off the table and sipped thoughtfully.
"Pussy!! Skippy-fag-boy! Here it comes...suck it all out, baby!!" His dick delivered. And then delivered some more.
Mr. Semeens straightened his tie and stood up.
"Okay cock gobblers, I'm out of here now. Before I go you can kiss the dick goodbye."
We did and he zipped up, nearly catching my lip before I could retire from the field. He grabbed the nipple cups he'd had on us all during breakfast and plucked them off. We gasped.
"I'll probably be back sometime next week. You might want to get some ice on those tits, they look a little sore, like right here...(uuuhhhhhaaahhh) and right here...(uuuuuhhhhhaaaaaahhhh)" He pinched and twisted our little tenders before he walked out. I guess we knew who was boss. The memory of his final smirk remained long after he left.
Part 34 In Which The Twinks Are Tweaked Some More
"Hey little dudes! How are you little pussies doing, huh?"
Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone were on the big screen. We'd been summoned by our phones to get to the den.
"Over court recess today, Brian and I got caught up on your time with Greg Seemens. Quite the go-getter isn't he? I guess you two got screwed really really well there a few times. The man knows what he wants and has a really long memory for shit he doesn't like. Hell, that's half the fun that Brian and I have when he's in the office -- making sure he gets shit he doesn't like. Looked like he took it out on you two a little. Well, no real harm done I guess, although your nips look a little pink still. Pinch `em for me, little dudes!"
Hesitantly, inevitably, Josh and reached up and squeezed our nubs. We couldn't help doing a little pain face when we did. Those suckers WERE still sore.
`That's enough little guys. Just seein' if you can still do what you're told. Your parents would be sssoooooo proud, I'm thinking!"
A word to you spooge spitters out there from Scott:
"Put your hand in your pants... pull out your big roll and feed our little friend, Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html . Like Skippy, it's loyal and ready to wait on you, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week giving you what you want, any time, all the time.
Like Skip's pussy, you gotta put something in it every once in a while to keep it going. Feed the thing some money so it's always hot, and ready. Then grab your mouse with one hand and your dick in the other and go for it! Drop some of your wad in Nifty's pussy...I mean...kitty. Keep it happy, dude!