Skippy Written by Studstick Seventh Installment
Written by Scott Grimes (studstick@mail.com)
Part 15 In Which The Boys Kneel In Worship
Next morning Josh and I were l kind of dragging.
It would take a while to recover from the weekend, we were thinking. We were also a little freaked about what surprises the day would bring. We straightened up some shit and packed away some of Mr. Grime's stuff according to his tersely tweeted instructions. Then we grabbed some lunch.
Right on the nose of two-o'clock, the front door bell went off. On our knees on the oh-so-familiar floor, we looked up as the door swung open.
"Bless you my sons. I'm Father Antonio Galileo.
"You may approach and kiss my dick."
"Zip!" went his tight black trousers. "Plop" went a sizeable cock along with its bag of nuts. It seemed that Father, when he visited his flock, went commando... a true soldier of the Lord.
Looking up we could see his thick curly brown hair and dark beard stubble, despite a freshly shaved jaw -- a jaw that could probably crack a guy's nuts like a vice. His eyes were a steely gray. As he stared down at us and smirked, our balls shriveled a little. He looked almost scary -- you could fall into those eyes and never come out... and a twist of his lips hinted at a touch of meanness, maybe. Josh and I stood up straighter on our knees and automatically folded our hands in front of our chests.
I knee-waddled up first, and smooched Father's mighty meat right on the knob, as it started to rise. It smelled really amazing -- lanolin and linen. He was truly a man of the cloth. By the time Josh scooted up to take my place, the thing was standing tall, reaching out and up toward heaven bearing witness to the joy of uprightness.
"We will gather in the den for instruction and prayer, my sons."
Into the den we traipsed. Father Antonio gestured to a piece of furniture in the corner, one I'd not noticed before. It was a prie dieu, one of those padded kneeling benches with a little shelf for your elbows so you could lean forward and be all comfy and supported during prayer. I got the feeling we were about to do just that, only it was Father who'd be kneeling and we would the ones providing the support. The guy had the look, ya know?
Without a word he solemnly pulled off his black shoes, then his pants which he folded neatly before setting them on a chair. He stripped off his black shirt, then his strip of white collar to show us what was truly one of God's wonders on earth. He looked like Michelangelo's David...but better proportioned.
Belted to the outside of his thigh was a long, slim sheathe. It turned out to be a jointed riding crop that folded out to its regular length and snapped together to make a whippy little flesh mortifier, an aid to concentration.
"You with the goofy glazed look...Skippy, right? Hit the ground in front of me. Josh? -- you're the one still looking all surprised, true? Get thee behind me. Now my sons...prostrate yourselves in obedience and show demonstrate your obedience."
We took our places as he knelt on the cushioned board, beads in one hand and crop in the other. We knelt there, steadfast in our yearning. We were yearning a lot.
"Come forward in communion and supplication! I think it's also time for a little smiting."
The hand with the beads pointed at his dick. I slithered forward and attached myself, starting a slow lazy suck. My own evil serpent began to rise, frisky little friend of the forbidden that it was.
Apparently Father then pointed to his asshole because I could see Josh's knees between the priest's legs and heard Father Antony sharp exhalation. He sounded happy for a moment, then he began to moan. Proof that Josh's tongue had found sanctuary in the hills of Galile...o.
"Skippy. I can tell that in your heart you're a good boy, I know, always ready to help your fellow man. But I have also heard but I have heard from Mr. Grimes how you are so readily distracted by temptation. He tells me that the moment you see a dick you start to drool like one of Pavlov's dogs. Control and restraint are what you need. This week we'll be working on control, I think. Kiss the dick again, Skippy. Pucker your pretty boy lips and put them right on the end at the piss slit. Smooch away, cocksucker. That's a good boy...a very good boy! Fuckin' hell yes! It would be hard to find a better boy. Now keep absolutely still and don't move, you little pussy! While I pray that you learn to control yourself better, you will keep that tip kissed, no more, no less. You will not move."
As Father gave me instruction and I leaned forward with the kiss of obedience, I reached down to support myself on the bench, a hand by each of the priest's knees. My back arched making my butt tilt up and my cheeks open a little. Father's dick leaked a drop of his natural lube which I immediately kissed away.
"Pam...pam, pam...pam, pam, pam, pam"...went the black leather tab of the crop, smacking my ass on both cheeks. "Pam...pam.." et cetera while Father muttered and droned in Latin. Josh's calm slurping continued in the background. I could feel my rump begin to heat up and start to glow. Bit by bit that crop started to sting. I had to keep bringing my attention back to the kiss of brotherhood I was giving the guy's dick. He'd whack one cheek, then the other, peppering my melons with pain and pleasure.
Then silence. Then more Latin. Then....WHACK!!
The crop smacked the bull's eye right on my tender pussy pucker.
My ass bucked back at the shock, but my mouth stayed on task. I'd show Father who could control whom!
But, oh my god, the smacks continued right on my needy spasming knot. This couldn't go on much longer without my yelling. If I yelled, my cock kissing was over. What to do?
"Skipper, time to make an offering of your better self. Time to give up your boy batter and offer it up to a higher power. Go deep within, then pump that stuff out of your little pole. Drain those fucking nuts, you pathetic cocksucker! I'm your fucking higher power today, got it?"
The crop powered down on my pussy. I could just barely keep my lips to the knob. I jerked my dick like a guy on speed. I started whining when my meat felt like it was starting to smoke.
Then...great steaming splats of cock juice shot out of my taunt tube, dropped and dribbled and then lie calmly in my palm, a steaming offering, a testosterone token of my obedience.
Looking up for priestly permission, I saw Father Anthony give a curt nod and I anointed his rock hard dick with my sperm. Seeking guidance, I looked up again and waited. Father nodded again at my unspoken question and I dove on his cock to suck off my snot...then I kept gobbling for his goo until he silently gave of himself, right down into my craw. Father gave very generously.
Josh kept slurping in the background.
Father gazed down at me in amusement, "Get every fucking drop, my son! Obedience and cleanliness can lead to contentment. By the end of the summer, you'll be more contented then a cow, you sinful fucking little cocksucker!"
"Josh!" The slurping stopped abruptly. Father continued, "On your back, your eyes to heaven, arms and legs wide and yielding, like Blessed, naked, and well muscled Saint Andrew on his cross."
"Skip, continue to contemplate your desperate, needy self. But be sure not to crush your buddy's nose while he cleans your tender knot. Open yourself in brotherly love, open yourself, Skip."
I squatted thoughtfully, letting my tender twat lips crown Josh's puckered mouth. I felt a few kisses, and then he was Frenching the hell out of my hole. I watched Father's crop silently move closer to my friends supine body.
"Tap, tap, whack...tap, tap, whack...tap, tap, whack..." Father Anthony's crop hit Josh's right nip, left nip, then his balls...a holy trinity of soft, defenseless body parts. With each trio of smacks Josh would whoof, whine and then stab his tongue farther up my sex chute. His dick was now so hard it was glossy as glass. The head was in turning purple in desperation.
God, but that guy's tongue was long and strong! He must do pushups with it or something. My balls hung on his chin and got a bouncy little ride every time he drove into my hole. My dick woke from its contentment and got back to work with a passion. It pulsed and firmed, rising high from my yeasty nuts.
"FFfft...ffft...fffft." Three little smacks of the crop graced my knob. Inspired to do better, my dick hardened and stood up straighter.
"Beware of overweening pride there, Skippy! A cockhound should be modest and meek. "Ffttt...fffttt," take what's offered and receive joy in return."
My balls each got a smack that sent them cowering against my groin. Perversely, my dick became even more prideful, gloating over the sad state of its little companions.
"I see we've got more work to do there, my little boy, though you are an upright little dude, I must say!"
"Josh, ...or should I say, Sparky? It's your turn to give of yourself for the good of the order. I will help you let go of your evil and tame your sinful lust.
"Skip, anoint my hand." I spat in Father Anthony's palm. It went quickly to his priest pole. The pole then went quickly on its way inside Josh's beseeching pussy. As it celebrated its triumphal entry, Josh's tongue grew even longer in my twat. Next he'd be licking my liver.
Muttering again in Latin, Father chanted in plainsong. Relentless and monotonous, he rocked his dick into Josh until the boy began to quiver in ecstasy. Squirming, whining, Josh prayed to be delivered. Father pounded that stalwart bulwark ...his delivery becoming a lot harder. He was fucking the hell out of Josh. He really delighted in ministering to the needy, I think. He seemed about ready to feed the hungry too.
Father grabbed Josh's dick in one hand and mine in the other and set up a double rhythm to his relentless beat. He lulled us into a trance...truly a fucking trance. Never quickening, never slowing, Father jerked us harder and harder until Josh and I mewed and squirmed under his skillful ministry. We fucking prayed for release. We began to speak in tongues.
We had an epiphany. It was loud and filled with profanity.
Father bucked hard and deep into Josh while throttling our dicks in his two hands.
"EEEeeyyyyyaaaaaaaaa!" I bore witness. "Whhhhoooooooaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Josh told his truth.
As Father ejaculated, he also ejaculated:
"Hooooolllyyyyyyyggggooooodddaaaammmnnnssshhhhittttttiiiinnnmmmootherrrrrfuuuuuccckk!!!!"
Gasping from good works we slowly calmed again. Father continued to instruct us.
"My sons, kneel and receive this blessing. This is your body, take and eat..." He offered a hand to each of our faces, feeding us our humble pudding. We gratefully partook of his generosity.
"Like a shepherd, I and my staff will always be here to guide you, whenever you kneel before me. You'll be doing a lot of that. Now...offer the piece a kiss."
Falling in adoration, we lifted our eyes to again marvel at Father's provider of wonders. We licked and kissed it until it was born again as a slick, blushing ivory pillar of strength. We each gratefully cradled one of his nuts in our mouth, to help prepare the way for more of Father's ministry. The man raised his hips to the heavens as Josh flipped onto his back and scooted himself beneath to administer to Father's tender weak flesh once again, and going for one last supper. Father Anthony rested peacefully on Josh's face while my mouth embraced every inch of his episcopal pole, in gratitude for what I had received and might again receive. With a fucking lot of grunting and loud slurping, Josh and I were determined to drink from the river of life one more time. We were again learning to share in our service to mankind, and together pay tribute to the rod that had comforted us in our hour of need.
Amen.
Part 16 In Which Skippy Is Well Cared For
"Drrriiiiiiiinnnnnng!!!"
Front doorbell, and we were in position. The knob turned slowly as Josh and eye diddled with our own a little. I think we were nervous and our hands needed something to do.
The door opened to admit a tall (of course) broad shoulder blond, a real photo add for young doctor-of-the-year. Blue scrubs, long white coat and a stethoscope around his neck, awesomely sexy, the stud winked a deep brown eye at us through this tortoiseshell glasses. He was sockless in Croc sandles. His toes looked like tiny, elegant dicks. Muscular, tiny, elegant dicks.
"Which one of you is Skip?"
"Uhhhh...I am, Doctor."
"Pleased to meet you, Skip, you can call me Doctor. Now say `AAAHHH' for me"
"Yes, Doctor...AAAAahhhhhhhhhhhhh..." doc pulled the string on his scrub pants. Before they hit the ground, he'd kicked off his crocks and stuck his dick in my mouth. "Now keep that in your mouth, Skippy. We need to find out just how hot you are."
It was a really really nice dick. It was a great big dick. My mouth got to know it in a really happy way. The head swelled slowly, weighing down my tongue and burping up some clear warm snot. The thing reached further down my mouth, going for my larynx.
"And you must be Joshua, right?"
Staring up, Josh gulped and nodded quickly, two or three times.
"Great! You'll be assisting me, Joshua. Although this is really just a wellness exam, we need get to the bottom of Skippy's desperate addiction to cock. Thing you can handle me here, Joshua?
Three more quick nods.
"Joshua,,, you will say `Yes, Doctor.'"
"Yes Doctor!" Josh said.
"Good boy, Josh!"
`Yes Doctor."
"Now you're getting it right kid! Speaking of which, get your lips right on my asshole as I prep for the procedure." Doc pulled the tie and kicked his pants off before they hit the floor. He broadened his stance, grabbed Josh by the neck and put his face between his man cheeks.
"Yes, Doctor. Sluuuuurrrppppp..."
As Josh and I followed the good doctor's orders, we studied the external anatomy in front of us. It wasn't gross at all. Quite the opposite! We were working with a very healthy sample of testosterone charged male bull stud. Velvet, creamy skin, lacy pubes to tangle our tongues in. The dick in my mouth was statistically well above normal. Then there were the satisfied groans we heard from the big man above us. Symptoms indicating satisfaction...hedonia marked by increasing libido. Signs of our laving ans sucking were the dilation of Doc's butthole and a most significant increase in the volume of his penis. I believe the increased rapidity with which he shoved his dick in my throat indicated that Doc was fucking horny too. Joss and I seemed to be mastering the prep work
With our oral attention on the aromatic specimen before us, we heard footsteps, wheels rolling, cloth flipping open, clinking...all sorts of stuff going on around us. All of it was accompanied by loud snickers and chortling whenever we heard someone walk near us as we assisted the good doctor. I think his medical team was trying to be supportive..
"That's enough. Joshua. We need to prep Skip for his procedure. Stand and strip, you two."
We stood and stripped, looking around the large entry room where we could now could see a gynecological exam chair. Next to it was a table with all sorts of medical equipment, a stand for hanging fluids, and a bright lamp arching over it all.
"Skip... in the chair now! Lie back and follow my instructions, twink."
`Yes, Doctor."
As I fell back, doc flipped up the leg rests and locked them in place. He closed and locked their padded cuffs around my calves.
"Comfy, Skip?"
"Yes, Doctor.'
"Oh, then I'll need to make them a little tighter. Can't have you moving around during this procedure."
Tighter he made them. Josh helped him do the same with a strap across my hip bones and another just below my nipples. My wrists were cuffed to my hips, making my back arch a little off the chair. This pushed my chest up, and tilted my nipples up to the ceiling. A last band cinched my forehead in place. I wasn't going anywhere. There'd be no squirming during this operation, that was for sure.
My butt was hanging a little over the end of the chair, helpless and ready for inspection. Of course my dick was getting off on it all, dancing away in the harsh beam of light while my balls did their own little moves -- kind of jumpy they were.
Doc still had his scrub top and jacket on and he'd pulled a surgical mask up over his mouth. He looked really really hot...and maybe just a little bit crazy.
"Skip, take a deep breath and cough for me, guy."
As I followed orders, he grabbed my balls and put his ice cold stethoscope first one of my nipples, then the other. I squealed and jerked, immobile in my restraints. My nips tried to stand up in indignation but were flattened by the icy metal.
"Oh yeah. Sorry about that, pussy boy! I must have put my stethoscope in the frig unit with the fluids. We'll have you little knobs hot again in no time." Doc pinched each nub, pulling and twisting until I started to yell.
"Oh my fucking..." Before I finished, a rubber bit with a two inch nipple was popped in my mouth. My lips grabbed on like they had found a lost friend. "ggwwwwhhhddddd!!!!"
Joshua, strap that in the little fucker's mouth. Can't have him biting his tongue if he gets overly excited. Patient safety first, right?"
Josh pushed down on my chin. When I opened my mouth he shoved the tube in another inch and locked the strap behind my neck.
"Joshua, put my scope back in the frig, and keep it cold. I may need it and some other things if he starts to get over heated again and we need to bring down his temp. While you're in there, bring out that first bag of fluids and stick the tube in hole in the patient's bit. Make sure he gets a steady drip the whole time.
Josh is really good at following directions. As soon as the tube was attached, he flicked open the clip and drops of cool cum flowed onto my tongue. I glanced up and could see about a liter of that stuff hanging there, headed for my stomach. God but it was good fuckin' goo.
"Ya see guys, I'm in Obstetrics. So I get a whole lot of pussy. Well, a whole lot of girl pussy. Kinda makes boy pussy an extra special treat -- know what I mean? The ladies absolutely love my dick, but the boys! The boys want to worship it. Important difference, right? Both are hot, but you fucking cocksuckers crawl for it. You squeal louder and longer when it's in you, and do I ever love to work to that music!. Speaking of which, let's see what kind of voice our patient is in. Joshua, the clips..."
Joshua picked up two spring clips from the table.
"Joshua...nipples."
"Yes, Doctor."
"Grrrrpprpllllgggllluuuuggg" I squeeled around the nipple bit.
"Hmm. Not bad, not bad at all...great response, eh Joshua!"
"Yes doctor."
"So about the bag of spooge...ya see, along with all the pussy, I get a whole hell of a lot of medical donations. Money, of course, but great gobs of sperm bank donations. Of course it helps to have major donors like Scott Grimes, Brian Stone and the rest of our Alpha Chi Omega Kappa frat bothers...all major studs, Alpha COK's all. They can pump out more pudding than a pack of veterinarians in a bull pen. God, but are they ever major contributors! Of course, even the best stuff has an expiration date, and I'm sure as hell aren't going to waste that stuff. Goo of the gods, as it were. Hell, sometimes I'm even tempted to chug some myself, when I think I need a little pick me up. But that's more like something for you fag boys, don't you think? You'll crawl for this cream, it's right up your alley. Come to think of it, some of that stuff may end up in your alley, depends on what we find here. So take your medicine like a good boy, Skip. This bag of ball batter probably has more than a few major contributions from me. It'll probably have you bright eyed and horny tailed in a jiffy.
"But fuck! I've got to be back at the hospital in under an hour, so there's really no time for a pre-op shave. I'll just have to improvise, I guess.
Doc pointed to the table. Josh nodded and picked up what looked like a roll of duct tape.
My eyes flew open. I gurgled and snorted in protest as doc tore off a strip of tape and smacked it hard against my asshole, rubbing and warming it.
"Take a deep breath, Skip!"
"NNNNooooghghhghooooooo!!!!!!!" I protested as doc grabbed an end and ripped the tape off my tender hole, snatching away the few hairs that used to try to guard it.
"There you go! That wasn't too bad, was it?
I whimpered.
Pulling on a rubber glove and holding his hand high, doc said to Josh, "Okay, we're going in now. Wait! What the hell!" He pulled off the glove and tossed it over his shoulder, "I'm going in barefoot so I can really get a feel for the situation. Joshua...KY."
Doc grabbed my balls again in one hand, lifted them high, and stuck the end of the tube right up my hole, fisted the thing and blew a mess of the stuff up my ass.
"MMMMMMMrrrrhrhhppppppppppwpoo!!!"
Sooooo fuckin cold! But only for a bit. My dick sure wasn't though. I was so hot, you could probably boil water with my dick.
Doc shoved in one finger, then two. Along with the squishing, some squeaking was heard, as he pushed and probed, rooted and rubbed. More squeeking ensued.
"A little rough for you there, Pussy? Good! That's the way I like it. Rough em, then rip em. It's a two part procedure."
His fingers reached way in, way up, way down, and all around. They soothed, they petted and poked. They made my horny hole feel like the center of the universe. The whole time Doc's deep brown eyes stared down into me, little laughing crow's feet at the corners. Warm, intimate and then a little cruel when raised one brow. You could tell he was smirking behind the mask.
"Joshua, prepare the probe." His eyes flicked down to the bobbing dick sticking out of his groin, then back at Josh. My buddy got the message.
"Yes, Doctor."
As Doc's fingers continued their overly thorough examination, I could hear Josh preparing Doc's instrument. This involved more slurping. My balls kept trying to pull away from doc's fist, but his manual restraint continued. If they could have whimpered they would have.
"Josh, I need some lube here."
Puzzled, Josh stood and simply stared at the medic.
"Jerk off and grease my dick, you dumb cocksucker...I mean...Joshua!"
"Yes, Doctor!"
I started counting. Josh delivered in just under twenty-five seconds. Fast, even for him.
"Good work, Joshua! Now you'll assist from below. I'm going in. When I pull out, you do an oral scrub. Got it?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"Huuurrrrrrmmmmphphhhhgglglluuubbbbbbgglgluuun." (That was me.)
Doc went straight in. It was surprisingly comfortable after all of doc's prep and Josh's assistance.
My balls still trapped in one hand, he reached forward and flicked the clips on my nipples. The sting was amazing. The rhythm of the flicks matched the pounding in my hot twat. To the same rhythm, my twat squeezed that mighty probe.
On every count of twenty, Doc would pull out and Jock sucked him clean then ate out my pussy. Things were pretty wet down there.
"Joshua, it's not good form to hummm and moan while you assist."
"MMMMmnnn...yes Doctor...uuunnnnnn, uhhhhnnnnnn."
Doc fucked me through about ten such cycles, powerful, calm and cool, eyes twinkling...the consummate professional.
"Joshua, I need you to stand by...ready with a compress and probe."
Later, when we watched the whole procedure on the Skippy and Josh Channel, I saw Josh rummaging around on the table and in the frig, following doc's eye's picking up things needed.
"Guys, I have to be getting back to the hospital so we're going to finish up here."
Tightening his grip on my aching ball bag, he said, "Skip, I'll count down from 30, you will ejaculate before I get to 1. 29...28...27..."
My pussy grabbed Doc's dick like it was dying and desperately need support. Before Doc got to 10 my balls cramped, and my dick swelled. Doc dropped my balls and yelled, "Joshua, compress! STAT! He's about to squirt out! Get your mouth on that thing quick. I don't want to contaminate the area.
I heard something smack into doc's free hand. As Josh applied the suction. Doc fucked me double time, like a lust crazed ram. Before he got to 5, his cock exploded in a massive injection. At same time he slapped an ice bag on my balls. My nuggets were shocked as hell and puked up everything they could Josh's suctioning mouth. He cleaned and polished away...quite the young professional in training.
"Cryoprobe, Joshua."
Something new smacked into doc's hand. As he pulled out his long dick, he stuck in what turned out to be a popsicle. It homed in on my prostate and tapped out a code for full evacuation. My guts seized up and another splat of Skippy starch left dick on its way to Josh's stomach.
Doc shoved the thing in and out of me a few times then stuck it in his mouth. Amazingly, my limp cock was regaining consciousness after being cold packed in the ass. Doc grabbed Josh by the back of his neck, pulled him off my junk and stuck the thing in my bud's surprised mouth.
"Joshua, I think we know why Skip is addicted to dick, don't we? All the test seem to agree, he's a total pussy!
Doc pulled the popsicle out of Josh's mouth and stuck his dick in instead.
"You know, having worked so closely with you, my opinion is that you're a total pussy too. A couple of hopeless chronic cases, you two. Ah well. The world needs total pussies, at least my buds and I do."
Dragging his cock out of Josh's sucking craw, he wiped it off on my bud's cheeks.
"Kiss the good doctor `goodbye' Joshua."
"Yes, Doctor. Ppphhhhhwwwwwwwaaaa. Goodbye, Doctor."
Doc shimmied into his scrub pants and calmly finished dressing.
"Joshua, you finish and close up for me. I'll send my team around laterto get the equipment. Meanwhile, hang that second bag. Skippy needs more hydration. Come to think of it, there's a third one there too...one for you, my talented fag assistant. Suck it down, Joshua."
Josh rigged the new cum dumpers, stuck his end in his mouth and started nursing as he moved up between my legs and pulled the ice pack off my balls. His loosened his lips around his tube and let some mouth-warmed spooge drip down onto his pulsing dick. Then reached forward and pulled the clips off my nips and began rubbing them, it was like pins and needles in my nubs as sensation returned. I mewed and squealed as he slipped his dick in my guts. Intrigued by all the activity, my cock woke yet some more, stretched and got ready to deal with a new crisis. My balls warmed and snuggled up to the base of my dick while my nipples found some comfort in the waning tingle.
"You kids did pretty well," doc said. "I'll make sure Scott and Bri' get a full report. They may want you to see another specialist, though."
"It's back to work for me. You two, knock yourselves out!"
Gargling cum and wondering what in the hell kind of specialist he meant, we managed to slur an answer as we sucked the white sauce,
"Yyeesssshhhdhhddddddooosssttooor!!!!"
A word to you junk juicers 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 goin;. 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 bucks...then drop your load. You'll feel great, man!
"GET IT DONE, DUDES!"