Skippy Written by Studstick Fourteenth Installment
Written by Scott Grimes studstick@mail.com
Part 38 In Which Skip Helps With Some Circuit Training
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"Josh! Strip your little faggot friend and meet me in the gym. Drag his pussy-ass with you and strip off yourself. I'll be down in a couple of minutes."
Greg Seeman had paid another visit.
As Josh and I threw off our clothes, the screens in the gym lit up, showing scene after scene of me sucking cock. Most were of me sucking Mr. Grimes. A whole lot of them showed me swallowing down load after load, hungry for more. The sperm would ooze out of my lips and get slurped up immediately as I ate as much pud pudding as I could get into me. It's sort of a theme with me, I guess.
"Tie this pussy's wrists to the treadmill handles, Josh, then get a cotton noose for me. Get behind the handles and get your knees on the frame...NOW!"
Josh did know how to follow orders.
Mr. Seeman slipped the soft cotton rope noose around my balls, then tied the loose end around around the upright end of the machine. He took another soft length of rope and noosed up Josh's balls, holding the free end in his big beautiful hands.
"Suck my dick, Joshie!! Wrap those sweet lips around my meat and get it down your throat. That's it, fucker! Now hold my balls in your fingertips...just like that. You're going to be praying to this dick that you get to cum before you hurt too much."
Josh prayed away. Having a preacher for a dad gave him a home team advantage, maybe.
"That's enough for now, Sparkie. On your knees in front of the treads and start sucking your pussyboy friend... I want his dick red hot. Jerk your little stick too, muscle guy. You're going to be coming until you see stars.
"Mr. Grimes told me I'd been too easy on the two of you, that you've been slacking off on your chores around the house, so maybe I should fix that. Well, you two are going to be fixed but good."
Greg punched the starter on the machine and the treads began moving. The tug at my balls got me running right away. Mr. Seeman staddled the treads, standing on the sides of the machine's frame. He scooched up until his dick, coated with Josh's spit, poked at my little hole, a hole that was puckering in panic.
"GO!! You cum gobbler! Move those hot little melons, boy. I'm going to see how it feels to fuck your raw shaved pussy!!" Greg shoved his long prod straight up my ass. My pucker never had a chance. His kinky blond pubic hair scoured too tender ass ring. My dick freaked and was throbbing hard in Josh's mouth. I looked down and saw that the rope around my friend's balls was pulled tight, pulling those sorry little morsels away from between his legs, keeping him pulled forward to suck on my meat.
I ran like my balls depended on it, because they certainly did. I slapped down my feet in a rhythm that was matched by my gripping pussy muscles. Greg was getting his cock tenderized as it pumped in my twat, my pussy clutching at it like a long lost friend, which I guess, in a way, it was. It didn't take more than a minute before I heard the big man panting as loud as I was.
"You motherfucking little pansy assed faggots!! Oh how I love to stick my cock in you two. You are so fucking lucky to get my dick, so fucking lucky that I plant my spooge in your guts and down your throats. You fucking pussy...EEEEEEyyyyyyyyYYYAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!" said Greg. We never did learn how that sentence ended.
He pulled out immediately and I felt some of his cum trickle down the inside of my leg. I was taking fast short strides as I concentrated on my dick in Josh's mouth, then I shot my stuff into my friend.
Josh swallowed loudly and choked a bit because he was coming on the treadmill, sprinkling the machine with hot boy batter. I kept running to save my nuggets.
Mercifully, Mr. Seeman punched the stop button and the treadmills slowed to a halt.
"Turn around Skip! I want to watch you as your buddy felches my pussy paste out of your ass. You make the cutest sex faces, little guy."
I did as I was told (surprised much?) and luxuriated in Josh's warm, wet sucking. I think my eyes rolled up, it felt so good. When I opened them, I could see Greg still tugging on the rope to Josh's balls.
"Feed that felch to your little friend, Josh. Show me how you two suck face." That's it, little dudes. Now get on my junk. I want it clean and tidy before you lap up Skip's juice from the treadmill."
It happened just as he said.
Mr. Seeman spent the next two hours making calls to suppliers, legal consultants and construction people. As the hours went by, he had either Josh or me sucking on his dick. The thing would harden and soften, depending on his mood and to whom he was talking, but for whatever reason, he chose not to shoot his stuff. Holding off for better things, was our reasoning.
Turns out we were right.
"Before I head back to the city, little dudes, I want you two stripped and in the gym. Get there NOW!"
Nervous, maybe oozing a little cold sweat, we waited in the gym. When Greg arrived, he was naked. So beautifully naked. His dark eyes and blond hair really made you think of an angel...until the signature smirk appeared.
Fold a couple of mats. Put them on the floor and push them together so they touch at the top corners and are a couple of feet apart at the bottom. That's it, faggots!"
"Skip, lie on your back with your head between the mats, about half way up. That's a good pussy! Now Joshie... face down up about where the mats come together, arms and legs wide to the side...oh yeah!...drop your dick in Skippy's mouth. That's a good little guy!"
"Oh, and Skippy, pull Joshie's bubble butt apart and hold it there. I'm going in fucking deep!"
Josh's warm worm turned into warm wood in my mouth.
"Shhhmsssuuusshshhslllluuuuuusshshshshssmmmmmnnnnnnnnslluuurrrrpp."
I couldn't see a thing except for Josh's crotch curls and the bottom of his flat abs, but I could tell by his moans, the sounds I was hearing, and the way he moved in my mouth that Gregg was dining on my bro's tender asshole. The wet sloppy slurping was truly obscene.
Somehow it seemed to turn me on.
"HuuuoooooooouUUUUUUOOOGGHHHH!!!" Josh's breath exploded as his dick punched into my throat. Apparently Gregg had started doing some punching of his own in Josh's pert pussy.
"Blam...blam...blam...blam...blam..." Greg fucked Josh like a metronome. My bud's dick lurched in my throat, following the beat of the same drummer.
"Uuuunnnnnnghhhh...blam...blam...blam...uuuuuuunnnngghhhhh...blam...blam...blam." Josh's dick bottomed out a little deeper with each `unnnnnggggggghhhh.' I later saw on camera (of course, there were always cameras) that Mr. Seemans had set up a clockwise rotation, doing a bit of a push up and twist with every fourth fuck that placed his dick at a slightly different angle and a slightly different part of my buddy's hot little twat.
"Uuuuuunnnngggggghh...blam...blam...blam..." Josh's cock was turning to stone in my craw.
"Uuuunngnggggghh...blam...blam...blam..." I could actually feel his meat get hotter and poke deeper down my gullet.
"Uuuuuunnnnggggghhh...blam...blam...blam..." His dick shot its stud starch straight into my stomach. I never even got a chance to taste it.
"UUUUUUnnnnggggghhhh...blam...blam...blam..." Greg marched on, turning his dick steadily and slowly in Josh's body. The preacher's kid's dick softened a little for a couple of minutes, and then slowly came to life again, burrowing home in my warm and welcoming mouth.
Gregg was starting his second circuit, probing every inch of Josh's tender tube. Stirring and jabbing, he kept the beat.
"UUUUUUnnnnggggghhhh...blam...blam...blam...UUUUUUnnnnggggghhhh...blam...blam...blam..."
"UuuunnnggggJosh...you...fuckin'...fag...uuuuuunnnggggghhhh...I'm...gonna...fill...your....fuckin'...guts...
with...my...god...damn...splloOOOOGGGGE!!!!!"
Mr. Seeman dropped his full weight on Josh's ass, cramming every inch of his amazing dick into that tiny hot hole, blasting his baby batter deep in my buddy's guts. Josh blasted his down my throat to join his swimmers from their earlier entrance.
With a deep sigh, Gregg heaved himself off Josh and peeled my buddy off my face, pulling the dick out of my mouth with an explosive pop. I was still sucking, damn it!
Josh, clean my dick while Pussyboy felches my cum from your ass, then suck off the little faggot. I guess he's earned a cum for himself.
We got to work.
Cock licked clean, and tidy once again, Mr. Seeman left the room.
"I've got another couple of calls to make, then I'll shower and get out of here. Josh, when you're through sucking off Skip, you two need to get busy at filling out the workstudy forms I left in the entry way. Dr Dickman, the Dean of Students says that you two will be working for him in the fall. Oh yeah...he's another Alpha Chi Omega Kappa frat bro. He thinks there will be plenty for you two twinks to do in the coming years. See you around...faggots."
As Josh fed me my own cum from his plump lips, I wondered what in the hell that all meant.
Part 39 In Which There Is Road Head...And All Good Things Come To A New Beginning
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The front door chimed. Like Pavlov's dogs, we were sure as hell conditioned to respond and respond we did. Clean stripped, practically painting as we knelt side by side and opened the door.
Our four wide eyes stared up at the strangers on the stoop.
"You two must be Skip and Josh, otherwise known as Pussy and Sparky?"
"This is Rafe Ramrod. I'm Gunnar Gotwood. We're partners in the law firm of Ramrod and Gotwood. We represent the estates of the late Mr. Scott Grimes and the late Mr. Brian Stone. Now to continue the introductions..."
We stood on our knees, gob-smacked, jaws dropped, shocked at the news we'd just heard. Then...hearing the clean rip of two zippers shooting open, our eyes shot to the bobbing cocks protruding from the three-piece suits in front of us.
"Be sure not to get anything on the windtips, little dudes."
Our mouths homed in and grabbed the bait. We could suck in our sleep if we had to and that's kind of what it felt like we were doing. I'd never thought about whether you could weep and suck dick at the same time. I don't mean crying, like when your balls are betting slapped. I knew I could do that... I could do that really well.
I mean feeling some great pit of sadness bubble up from someplace that used to only produce lust, need and satisfaction.
Scott and Brian. Our pillars of power, bringers of pain and bliss. The guys who had become anchors for our lives as well as our mouths and pussies, were ...GONE!
This was new. Josh and I kept wiping our cheeks to spare the brogues while gathering what comfort we could from the meat tits we were nursing on.
"Mr. Stone's security service contacted us and sent vids of what happened. He was giving road head to Mr. Grimes as they tooled there way here at about 100 mph. Apparently their 8 banger Humvee hit an oil slick, made a two second skid off the highway to hit an overpass pylon where some workmen had stored naptha from some road repair project.
"Slurp, sniffle, suck, suck, sniffle..."
Before they themselves were destroyed, the Hummer's cameras, with excellent audio - by the way now posted to a link you are very familiar with - showed it happened just as Mr. Grimes went shot his wad in Mr. Stone's head. That would have been their last memory. I think they both would have liked that. Quite a climax, I should say.
"Slurp, sniffle, suck, suck, sniffle..."
What in the hell now? What were we going to do? Who would bring us along, making sure we got what we fucking needed, becoming the young men we could be?
"So guys, our time is money, but your mouths are amazing, so I think we'll read out the wills while you work. Good to have something to distract you a little, right?"
We nodded as we slurped and sniffled.
"I, Scott Grimes...being of sound..."
The upshot was that Josh and I were now co-owners of a mansion, private investors in a law firm, a tech firm, a specialty welding shop as well as recipients of a couple of million dollars each. We were also placed under the supervision of the firm of Ramrod and Gotwood as well as subject to the advice of the directors of the Alpha Chi Omega Kappa, known as Alpha-COK, international fraternity.
Josh and I bobbed slower and slower as we tried to digest each revelation along with the precum slipping tricking in our stomachs. Then we'd speed up again to make up for lost time as the reading went on.
"The above is uncontestable and without further provision except for the following: Beau "Skip" Lamb and Joshua "Sparky" Treat (well, those WERE our names!) starting now and continuing daily for the next ten years carry out any and all direction provided them by the firm Ramrod and Gotwood. After that time, should they so choose, they will take complete control of all assets and rights thereto. Should they fail in these efforts, Ramrod and Gotwood will distribute and publish select video documentaries to a predetermined list of those known to Mr. Lamb and Mr. Treat."
"Guess you twinks understand that part...right?" Two sets of wide eyes found Ramrod's gloating face and two cock-stuffed red faces nodded desperately.
"Until the passing of ten years, Ramrod and Gotwood will control, supervise and approve all funds and their use as well as administer said assets as they see fit."
"Clear enough, little dudes?"
We rolled our eyes up as far as we could, seeking a hint of mercy in the eyes watching us. Not a fucking chance. We sighed and got back to bobbing. What is it with big hunky guys and those smirks, anyway?
Ramrod winked at Gotwood. Rafe muttered, "These faggots suck a fucking mean cock, Gunnar! No wonder they got a golden parachute out of this!"
They pulled their dicks from our gobs with a pop, and smiled down at us, they were pretty much the proud new owners of a pair of hard working pups.
"Hey, little guys, don't think of it as if you are losing a damn thing. You'll both still be coming home to the dick, again and again... for a long, long time. We'll be contracting with Greg Seemens to, uh...supervise things here at the house...except...on weekends, when we visit." In tandem, they shoved their dicks back down our throats and we sucked away, happy to be home.
Off course when they arched back and hooted and high-fived as they came, we gobbled down their cock snot.
THE END
(...of their pre-college adventures...)
Happy New Year, by the way.
Scott
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!