Skippy Gobbles Cock Snot written by Studstick (Studstick@mail.com)
Part 2 In Which Skippy and Scott Share A Happy Hour
I rushed to throw our clothes in the washer and change into some fresh duds, going by the guest bathroom to clean myself up a bit.
In the kitchen I grabbed a glass of water, drinking it down while still tasting the tang of Scott's spooge in my mouth.
"Aren't you the fresh one, little guy!" Scott walked into the kitchen, gloriously naked and toweling his dark hair dry. "I brought in some beers earlier that should be cold now. Grab a couple and bring them into the living room. Don't pussy around," he said.
"Come here and sit with me, Skip. We can catch up on what we've both been up to. It's been some years, hasn't it? I remember when you used to watch me work out in the back yard while you tried to hide in the bushes and jerk off. You really love this body, don't you?
I went red as hell, embarrassed that he knew all along what I did... what I wanted. Oh my god, what else could he know about me?
So, Skip, you got a girl, maybe a boy friend? Maybe both?"
"Uh, not really," stammered. "Well I do have a friend...Josh. He and I hang out a lot and talk about what we're going to do when we get out of college. His dad's a minister and wants him to be one too, but Josh doesn't think so. He's sweatin' it."
"Really? Josh, huh? Sweatin' it? You have a pic on your phone, maybe?"
I was really flattered that this total stud seemed to care about my life.
"Yeah. Here's one of Josh when he was playing at being Tarzan at the beach. He's about my height but he was on the gymnastics team. He's pretty cut, isn't he?"
"He`s a right little beefcake. You two getting it on?"
"NO!!" I said, kind of shocked. "He and I just hang and stuff. He plays football for my dad."
"Cool! Does he live nearby?"
"Well he's coming up here tomorrow to look for a place to live. He's starting freshman year with me at State. He's kind of down about the preacher thing."
`You should ask him to stay here, maybe. There's plenty of room and I think I might need longer to get my shit together before heading back to Chicago."
Go get us a couple more beers, little dude, grab some chips and dip too and get back here."
"No, no, not on the couch. Put your tight little ass on the floor, Skippy. Right between my knees. I'm going to dribble some beer on my dick and you are going to lick it off. Got it?"
"I got it."
Fully clothed, I sat between Scott's legs, leaning forward to catch drips off his dick. Scott and I both seemed to be in love with his dick.
"Little dude, use your finger and slap a little dip on my knob. That's it, really careful. Now take a little lick of dip, then a little sip of dick. There's some more beer on its way too."
I licked, smeared, sucked and swallowed.
"Hook some of that dip on your finger and bring it here," Scott directed. I scooped some up and lifted it to his lips. Warm, wet, oh so hot, he ate it off then sucked the finger into his mouth.
"I bet that's kind of what happens when you eat me, isn't it, little guy? Pussies really like to get things inside them, finger, nipple, dick, ass lips...cum. Don't you think?"
My balls heated up and rose again to support my now rock hard dick. His trash talk got me where I lived.
"My wife loves it when I fuck her. She loves sucking my dick. She loves it when I shoot in her pussy to start another kid for the both of us. But, you know, she doesn't seem to need it the way you do. Needing something to suck on, needing to gobble down that spooge when it shoots out, needing to nibble on something and maybe rooting around for a place to stick a tongue...I'll bet you would go crazy snuffling around for a place to lick. Ya think?
The whole time he was growling this out, I was sucking like I needed his dick to stay alive.
"Lay your head back on the couch here while I stand up and turn around. You are about to meet your new favorite slop bowl."
Sitting up and twisting, I settled back as he slowly lowered his butt onto my face. A hairless, tender pink pucker sank lower and lower, searching for my lips and tongue. Resting his weight lightly on my face, he moaned as I kissed his hole and probed the center with my tongue. It fought back, but I kept at it, nipping licking and even sucking the tender smooth flesh.
I'd always thought doing something like this would be gross...stinky at least. But no, not with this stud.
"Oh man! Skippy, eat that ass, boy! Start pumping your little stick again `cause you're going to squirt in my hand this time."
I jerked like a maniac. He reached down and cupped his mitt under my knob just as I gushed another set of shots for him.
"Ah, yes! Now I'm going to lie back and lift my knees and drop your wad on my asshole. It's time to chow down on that slop, baby. Eat it all up!"
He did, and I did. I sucked and gobbled, then licked some more while he laughed and snorted.
"Man, you are a big eater! (CLICK. CLICK CLIK). If your mouth is that desperate, I wonder how in the hell hungry your ass is going to be." (CLICK, CLIKC).
I lifted my face from his butt and saw he had his phone out, taking pictures of me rimming his ring.
Putting his legs down again, he told me, "We'll see what might happen to these pics. They're pretty hot. Meanwhile, get back on my cock, I have a phone call to make."
Part 3 In Which Scott Stakes His Claim
"Yeah, he used to be the little kid next door who had a crush on my, big time. He'd hide in the bushes and beat off watching me push iron. The thing is, I'm sitting here watching the tube with my dick in his mouth. He's waiting for me to tell him what to do. Any ideas?
I stared straight ahead at his junk, the meat in the center slowly growing, lengthening, waking up again, fresh and full.
"You are right. He is kind of a pussy, though. Cute, good build, a bit runty, but for sure...a pussy."
"Yeah, that's a great idea, Brian. Drop that dick in your hand and get it over here. It's got a job to do. See you in a bit."
Tossing his phone beside him, he stood and pointed at his hardening meat."Goooooood pussy, puss, puss! Get the cock, pussy!"
Yep, here I was. Walking forward on my knees, my mouth making a bee line for the prize.
"Hands behind your back, whoose. All mouth all the time for now. You'll get more treats later."
Spit dripped from my mouth onto my cock as I sucked. It warmed on the hard pole and dripped on down off my balls. Jaw working, I set a rhythm like a calf on a cow teat...going for a liquid lunch.
"You like your big buddy in your mouth, don't you, Ski? Work it good so that when Brian gets here, it can work you good.:
Who the hell is Brian, I wondered, licking the neck of Scott's meat, then slithering down to swipe his balls a few licks, then back again to the prize mouthful.
"Tell me how much you like it, pussy boy. God you must be in heaven after waiting so long to eat me."
"Mmmiph muommf yhrrn nhiicc, sguuudt, mmmiph moummf yhrr nhicc nnin mni yyead."
"Yeah, you do love my dick in your head...but such a bad boy, talking with meat in your mouth. I guess you can't help it when you gotta have it so bad."
"Come on in, stud!" Scott yelled. It must be his friend Brian.
I rolled my eyes trying to take a look, but with my back to the door and Scott's pole in my mouth, I could only hear the clap of some flip flops and a deep snarking laugh.
"Oh man, Scottie! Your junk sure is a twink magnet! Little dude's down on the floor cleaning the equipment before the main event. How's it feel in that wet, hot hole?"
"You'll know soon enough, guy. This little dude is getting educated before he starts college. Right now he's slaving for Suck 101. Being a new freshman, he needs some other required work, say...a really tough Pole Sitting Seminar."
"Okay, Scott, I'm in with the tutoring. Any kid as hungry for knowledge as he is has got to be worth feeding him everything I've got."
"Skip!" I looked up into Scott's smirking face. "Meet Brian, Mr. Stone to you. He and I will be team teaching you this afternoon. Work hard and I know you will have a really satisfying future ahead of you. Keep sucking little dude."
"Brian, come here and check out the kid's ears. Feel really soft, don't they. Go ahead and rub `em a bit. Earlobes like fresh gumdrops. Help him work my junk. Now slide your hand around his throat. If you think it's hot on the outside, wait until you feel it on the inside. Feel my dick go down inside him, feel his neck swell with that meat filling? He's so fucking hot and wet, like real pussy, but with a tongue."
The guy behind me felt me up all around my head. One finger glided around to the front of my face, skimmed over my stretch lips, then began to worm into my mouth alongside Scott's cock.
"Scott, you do know how to find em and fuck em, don't you? This is a prime suck boy. When can I take him for a test drive? How `bout now, right now, okay? Brian's voice was husky with horniness.
"Just a minute, Bri. I need a few more sucks before the next event. This pussy was virgin until I busted its mouth, and still virgin in his other hole. I want to climb into him slowly. For the rest of his life, this kid is going to think of me every time he takes a shit or scratches his ass. I'm going to be his best memory,"
"Got it. You call the shots as usual. Where do you want me?"
"Get some food in front of his face first." Behind me I heard a zipper open and some cloth move around.
"Okay little guy. Say goodbye to your best friend now. Kiss him a few times. You'll be back home with him soon." I smooched the knob a few times then looked up for more direction.
"Squirrel around on the floor and see your second best buddy..." Mr. Stone's rock hard rocket.
Scooting around on the floor, I turned to see a perfect dick in my face. A tiny bead of clear goo sparkled at the tip and blond pubs nested around the other end.
"There you go, twinkle! Another spooge spout for you to knock yourself out on. Chow down."
I did as I was told, tongue reaching, catching the cap, then leaning in to smother the meat with my mouth.
"Oh my fucking god! This kid's better than beer!"
Straining to see my new feeder I could just make out his gloating face. This Brad was Brad Pitt shaped all over, right down to the dimples that popped with the smirk.
"Strip down you two!" commanded Scott. "Make sure that cock stays wet the whole time."
Keeping our connecting, dick gently moving in and out of my suck hole, we slipped out of our pants and briefs. Brad tossed his tee off over his head, but I was stuck. Scott just grabbed it and ripped.
"Oh yeah, animal time in the big house, eh guys?" laughed Scott.
"Okay big Brian, sit back on your heels and lean against the couch. He's going to be a good little doggie while he chews on your big bone."
I kept my face glued to his junk as he got into position. He settled back for a long slow suck, running a hand through my hair like he'd pet a dog, fingering my face, down my cheek, back into my mouth. Every once in a while, he'd pull my head off his stuff and stick in a middle finger instead. It was all so fucking hot!
I kept sucking.
"Skippy, time for your little button to pop open. We're going to take our time so you'll be hotter than a stove when we're done. Point your little tail up to the ceiling and let's work with what daddy's got for you here."
My back swayed low while my mouth stayed impaled on Brad. I could feel Scotts warm breath on the oh-so-tender flesh of my hole.
"Well, look what we have here, Brian! So teeny tiny, so pink and so scared. Cute little pucker that's not been outside much, and here you are, little pussy-butt mouth, all up and unprotected. What a cute little thing you are. Talk to daddy, little hole. Are you trying to hide inside yourself, little winky? There's no place to hide is there? Not a hair to hide you either. What's a pretty pink little thing like you going to do to get ready for Skippy's best friend? You want a little kiss, twinky-hole? How does this feel, all warm and easy, right? You smell so good, fresh and boyish, a little bit of ball sweat too. A few kisses maybe, little one?
Scotts big wet tongue began to lick and tease my boy twat. I felt it soften and melt into a little muscle puddle. How could anything feel this fucking good? As he chowed down, munching and nibbling on the soft pink lips, the thing began to open like a flower, making a shallow cup for his scouring mouth.
"There you go, little thing! Wasn't that easy? Nice and soft, easier to get into, eh? But wait a minute, little pussy. Should you be letting this happen? Are you being a naughty little pussy hole?"
WACK, WACK, WACK...two fingers smacked my unguarded hole. It flinched and tightened into a little fist, stunned by betrayal. Cock still in my mouth, I stopped sucking for a moment. Shocked.
"Oh, wait little pussy hole. I guess you are a little naughty, but it feels so fucking good when I eat you out doesn't it? You're a good little pussy, aren't you? Daddy's going to have to get in there a little and get to know you better."
WACK, WACK WACK! A finger smacked my hole again, before coming to my mouth and sipping in beside Brian's pole.
"Time to do a little tunneling, Skippy. We're going to get to the bottom of your hot little sex sleeve...and maybe even a little further. You're going to be a tight little hugger for your best friend."
His slime coated finger started circling my hole, wet, smooth. I half expected to hear the thing sing like the rim of a wine glass. For several minutes he circled, sucking his own finger, the circling some more.
"Tastes like twink puss alright!"
Peeking up, I saw Brian was in a sex trance, staring almost blankly over my head at Scott and his relentless campaign. I fell into a sucking stupor, everything disappearing except for the meat in my mouth and the circling joy of my back button.
Circle...circle, WHACK... circle circle...little center poke. Scott set up a rhythm, like some drugged out rock drummer. My pussy relaxed, then tightened in shock, then relaxed, then would freeze again in shock as the digit worked inside a bit. Gradually, there were more circles, more whacks and deeper pokes. My hole was getting a special ops workout on how to handle an intruder.
"Pull out another wad and put it in my hand, little guy."
I began pumping my dick like a friend, holding my lips on the cock in front, shifting my attention to the crazy changes in back. The drumming at my heated hole never stopped.
SPLAT, SPLAT...SPLAT, I laid out three gobs of goo in the paw held under my dick.
"You're such a good boy, Skippy. I bet your folks would be proud! Taking care of friends and new acquaintances! You even made me some grease for the motoring you're about to get.
Scott apparently couldn't help moaning a bit as he smeared his cock with my spunk. Then I felt it. The hard touch at my hole. Just waiting, waiting. No pressure. Just resting there.
More. A little more pressure.
My hole froze, slammed shut as tight as it could get. It cowered as the big hard thing moved another micron.
A hand reached around and grabbed my balls lightly.
I looked up to see Brian staring wide eyed over my shoulder, watching Scott.
A little more pressure.
Yet a little more.
My hole whimpered.
I whimpered.
"Little guy, this is going to hurt and you're going to hate it like hell. Then you're going to hate me like hell. Then after you think you couldn't possibly hurt any worse, you're going to start to love it. And, little guy, you are sooooo going to love the dick that's going to do it to you.
He grabbed my balls, I opened my mouth to yell, but then screamed as he shoved his way as high up my twat as he could get.
I kept screaming.
I couldn't believe the pain.
"Fuck, Scott!" I looked up to see Brian staring at Scott in admiration. "You are the best damn pussy breaker in the world, you know that?"
"Yeah man, it's what I do."
The two kept talking over my screaming like I was some TV left on in the other room.
Slowly I became aware of Scott's doodling around with my cock and balls. The immense aching pain was just starting to fade a bit. The baseball bat in my pussy wasn't going anywhere, and neither was I.
"Get something in his mouth, Brian, the kid needs something to do while I fuck him into the floor."
Brian dutifully stuck his meat in my mouth and began massaging my shoulders and neck a little, slipping down to pinch my nipples. He pulled them like they were little cow teats, then he'd twist them so I tightened all over from the hits of pain.
"His hole gets even tighter when you work his points, Brian. Wait `til we get this puppy up and running. He'll be baying for our dicks, man. This summer we're going to work this kid until he drops"
This summer, I thought, the whole fucking summer?!!!!!"