Skippy Gobbles College Cock
Written by Studstick (Studstick@mail.com)
Dedicated again to Glaucon, Percyx, Perseus, Stimle, Bill Drake, sailboyla, kennetv9, and, of course, Luc Milne. Thanks for years of great stories, guys!
This is a sequel to the series Skippy Goobles Cocksnot. Like its predecessor, it is an unapologetic farce -- a shameless spoof that describes a non-existent world of pleasure without consequence, filled with heroic cummers, studs without a conscience, alpha dudes. The story is quirky and episodic. It is intended to be shameless. It is meant to be hot and humorous.
Depending on reader interest, this may be the second of a three part Skippy Trilogy. Who knows?
The story is a work of complete fiction, without reference to any actual occurrences. In real life, no twinks were harmed by this narrative. In real life, no such college or fraternity exists. Happily, in real life, a lot of great cock sucking and pussy fucking does exist.
If you are offended by obnoxious language and even more obnoxious adult situations, please do not read the following story.
Remember: read responsibly. If you find you are over-served, oversensitive, or overly hesitant, just close your browser and find your way to a story somewhere else that seems more your style - before you find yourself in trouble. As in real life, you don't have to swallow anything you don't want to, dude.
Oh!..and another thing...give something to Nifty, huh? Donate something other than your next orgasm maybe?
In any case, if you're up for it, I hope the loads you drop are HUGE, man. Enjoy, motherfuckers!
In Which Skippy Makes the Dean's List
"SUUUUUUCCccccccchchhhhsssuuuuuucchhhh, SUCK IT! Pussy!. Go for the dick, lad, suck out for the cocksnot!!"
I dove down on that hot pole of man meat, gulping and massaging the head deep in my throat. I moaned... the dick vibrated and got even harder. I jacked it with my mouth and throat a few times, then pulled off just until I had it by the head. I tongued under the piss slit and polished the tender spot while I tickled the balls with my finger tips. I knew this particular dick really, really well. The dick belonged to my best buddy, Josh. The voice of command belonged to the Dean of Students, Dr. Dickman.
Oh my god! How did I get here again?
My buddy Josh and I were just getting started in our first year of college. He's studying to be a sports trainer and I'm a hospitality major. People who know us say we've made really good choices. We've both got a partial scholarship from Alpha Chi Omega Kappa (Alpha-COK), thanks to the wills and testaments of two men who wanted to see to our futures. This so thoroughly explained to us by Gunnar Gottwood and Rafe Ramrod, the lawyers representing their estates. We were very grateful. They taught us to show our gratitude whenever possible. We couldn't really draw on our inheritance until we're a few years older. We both still needed work-study jobs since both sets of our parents weren't so well off. The rents made it clear that it's up to us to do what needs to be done to get a college education. So, that's why Josh and I came to the Dean of Students office with letters of introduction from Gottwood and Ramrod. They, along with Dr. Dickman and the deceased Scott Grimes and Brian Stone, had all pledged to Alpha-COK and the bonds they formed in the fraternity continued throughout life. There was a vast network of seriously hunky prime male movers and shakers, trading favors, and encouraging a new generation young men to realize their potential.
"Well, Skipper! It looks like Gottwood and Ramrod are right about you. You can certainly go the distance when told to. You've got 8 inches of dean dick in your mouth and your lips are kissing my pubes. Get that meat hot and ready, because Mr. Seemens needs to take a seat now. Hand me up your jockstrap, Skip, Greggie needs a gaggie." I slipped off my strap and dropped it in the dean's hand. He gathered it into a ball and shoved it in Gregg's mouth.
I pulled back off the hot wet cock and sat to the side, looking up at the dean who was seated in one of his office chairs. Open tie and shirt, still in his executive socks and wingtips, he'd kicked his pants and jockstrap across the room before he sat down.
"Seemans! SIT ON IT...NOW!"
I watched as the beautiful Gregg Seamens bent his knees and placed his arse lips at the tip of the dean's major business. A perfectly proportioned body, blond hair, dark eyes, he was starting to sweat even before he took the plunge. The Dean told him to cross his arms behind his back and grab each elbow with the opposite hand...then hold on. This pushed Gregg's perfect chest up and forward, both pert nipples standing at attention. Slowly, slowly, he bent his knees further, his butt flowering open, then sliding down the dean's major pussy pole. He moaned, stifled a yell, then slid down a bit further. From the side, I could see a tear form in the corner of his eye. He bit his lower lip, whimpered and slid further.
Grinning happily, the dean grabbed Greggs perfect waist and pulled him all the way down on his big pussy stick. The dean smiled and ground his pole a little, coaxing more whimpers from Mr. Perfect.
Josh and I had little sympathy. Gregg Seemens was ostensibly in charge of us when we were home at the residence we would someday inherit. Of course he too was an Alpha COK, and one who liked to really lord it over us. As a legal intern though, he in turn was closely supervised by the Dean of Students. This was one of his many sessions of close supervision.
`Oooooohhhhhhh Greggy! I so love the feel of my dick stuck in your guts!" The dean's eyes crinkled, his crow's feet and his gray sideburns framing a handsome and powerful.
The dean reached down and pulled up one of Gregg's ankles and slipped the foot into a loop attached to the back of the chair seat. After he did the same with the other foot, the prize intern was really helpless, unable to use his legs to rise off the dean's cock, only able to squirm and twitch on that long hard invader.
With one big hand on Gregg's throat, the dean pulled Gregg back against his chest, then reached around to grab the stud' big bag of balls. Gregg gulped, his Adam's apple moved under the dean's palm. Still holding the captive's throat, the dean let go of the balls and slid his hand up the taut 8 pack, rubbing Gregg's gut before using both hands to press in deep, below and beside the neatly indented navel. You could see the dick in relief where it was lodged way up Gregg's chute. Gregg's head fell back on the dean's shoulder and he moaned.
"Oh yes, big boy! I know you love my dick in your pussy! I love it even more when I make you take it whenever and however I want. Makes you hot as hell, doesn't it?" The dean grabbed Gregg's pulsing dick and shook it.
"You need to get this sucked, don't you, Gregg? You need to get it worked while I fuck you. You need to try to come down a throat while I cum up your intern twat, don't you? You need a good reference, you need my signature on your completion form, and you need to get your nut, don't you? I really like the process here. Kind o intense, don't you think?"
The dean squeezed Gregg's dick, pumped it a couple of times and growled, "Skip, get your mouth on this thing. Suck it `til it shoots blanks. I want this fucking intern to know who calls the shots, including the ones that come out of his balls. That's it, Skip, good boy! Now shake it like a dog on a rat. Can you smell his balls while you suck him? Pull off the dick and chew those fuckers for awhile, it makes him fucking squirm on my cannon. He's really starting to sweat now.
"Good boy, Skip! Now get back on the dick. Suck him while I work his tits. He fucking hates that!"
SMACK! The dean's palms landed on Gregg's pecks. The dick in my mouth jerked at Gregg's surprise. It started leaking some pretty yummy precum. I dove down to his pubes again, and used my fingers to work his balls in their velvet bag. I rolled them, pulled them, pinged them. Looking up I saw Gregg's angelic face glaring down at me just before his head flew back and he yelled. The dean was twisting and pulling on is big quarter-sized nipples while he chewed Gregg's neck and nuzzled it with his five o'clock shadow. The dean was a man to be reckoned with. Gregg squealed and squirmed. I guess the dean's dick liked that a lot. Exploring a little, I kept working Gregg's balls with one hand and used the other to play with the dean's big low hangers.
`Yeeessssssssssss!!! Skip. That's the way! Keep your head down, scrub your nose in his curlies, and you'll go far. I think you have a real future here, son!"
I sucked like a Hoover.
It was becoming one of my trademarks. I pulled up until Gregg's knob was pulsing hot and full in my mouth, polishing some more under the piss slit. Then I dove down on that mother. Hanging there for a bit, I worked his balls with both hands...rolling, squeezing, shaking his helpless rocks. The musk from both men was amazing.
With Greg helplessly tethered, the dean started jabbing up into him, quick like a rabbit, then slow and grinding, like his dick was looking around up in there for a place to spit. Gregg whimpered on the rabbit fucks and moaned during the grinding. Sweat was rolling down his chest and abs. I pulled off the dick and licked up what could, still keeping my knees on the floor. Guys expected me to keep my knees on the floor... unless they expected me to keep them in the air.
"Skip! It's time to bring this on home, son. Get his knob! That's it...just the knob. I'm going to pump him `til he unloads. When he does, I'm going to paint his guts and you're going to smack his balls while you feed. Got it, kid? I want his two little puppies empty and aching when we're done."
I could feel and see Gregg tense up as he heard the dean's instructions. He glared down at me. His eyes held the line as the dean worked the intern's pussy and pole.
"Uuunngghhh...uuunnnggghhhh...unnhh..Uunng!!..UNNGGHH..UNGH!...UNNGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Gregg was expressive, if not eloquent. He geysered his load into my mouth as I suctioned his knob and smacked his tender nuggets. The dean rose a couple inches off the chair seat, froze like a statue and yelled, `Hoolllyyy fuckin' FUUUcckkk!!" as he creamed up into Gregg's guts.
"Suck it out of him, Skip! Suck it the fuck out. Keep sucking `til he's soft. I want those balls empty that amazing cock tender to the touch."
I managed to comply.
The two men dropped back in the chair, panting like sprinters, Gregg moaning as I kept worrying his exhausted dick, and the dean held his nips in a firm pinch. My own dick remained hard as iron, caught in my pants where it pulsed and pleaded for attention.
When the dean unhooked Gregg's ankles, the beautifully arched feet fell to the floor.
"Mr. Seemens! Spit out that strap, I think you've sucked out all the sweat you can get by now. Stand up and get dressed. Take your wonderful body to the gym and start pumping. I want those abs just as flat and hard tomorrow as they were today. I'll have Coach Cockman look in on you so he can let me know how you're doing. He might have an assignment or two for you in his office. You can tell me all about it tomorrow...in detail, while you take another ride on my dick. Now move your perfect arse!!" Gregg moved his arse. It was indeed, perfect.
"Skip, why isn't my dick in your mouth yet?"
I answered by doing.
The dean reached across his desk, pushed an intercom button and barked, "Jeremy! Time for a treat! Yeah, the Treat kid, Joshua, isn't it? Send him in."
Dick in mouth, I stopped sucking for a second.
"Oh! That's right, Skip. Young Mr. Treat is a very close friend of yours, isn't he? I thought I could finish your interview and do his at the same time."
I started sucking again.
`Come in, Mr. Treat" said the dean, still seated comfortably in his chair, my face in his junk. I could hear the door behind me open and close, then heard Josh as he took a quick gasp of air. Of course he recognized me. He'd seen me on my hands and knees many times before as his fucked my shaved arse hole. "I'll have you take a seat in just a moment. Come on in. You can put your clothes on the chair there beside you."
Sucking on, I could hear Josh removing shirt, belt, pants and shoes. I could hear his breathing as he stood behind me. Looking up I could see the dean smiling at him in a rather fatherly way.
"Mr. Treat...or Joshua, I'm pleased you'll be attending here this fall. From all that I've heard of you, you will be quite an asset to the school, its programs, and of course, Alpha Chi Omega Kappa, of which I am an alumnus. I'm sure you will fit in well all around!
The dean pulled me off his dick, cupped my chin and lifted my face toward his. "Skip, if my eyes don't deceive me, I believe your friend Joshua has a throbbing erection sticking out of his groin. He must get a lot out of watching you work -- work you do so very well, by the way. I think you should see to his needs of the moment, don't you?"
I scooted around on my knees until I had my butt facing Dr. Dickman and leaned in to suck up my bud's sizeable prong. The dean reached down, rubbed my butt cheeks, then ran a finger into my crack and right on into my hole. It hurt a bit, but I'd taken the precaution of lubing up before coming to his office. I was inspired to suck Josh harder. I'd recently been learning that it's a good idea to be `ready for anything, with anyone at any time.' It was becoming kind of a motto for my life.
"Skip, we'll need to verify your skill set concerning this particular part of your anatomy later. Right now, take Joshua out of your mouth and sit by me on the floor." I did.
"Joshua, seat yourself, young man!" Josh turned to go to the chair by the door. "No, not there, ... here!" Dean Dickman pointed at his major well wetted wood, which in turn pointed at the ceiling.
I could see Josh's trademark blush, his wide-eyed expression of shock that made him look like prey for predators of all stripes, ages and preferences. Like a condemned man to the gallows, he slowly closed the distance then turned. He reached behind himself to grab the dean's dick and guide it in, when the dean slapped his hand away.
"Joshua, cross your arms behind your back, hold each elbow." Josh's fine chest rose and spread, nipples pointed and perky. "That's it, son. Now sit and squirm, boy. I want you to really work your little hole. I want to feel your pussy choke down on this dick."
With some grunting and groaning, Josh got his hole on the knob and started a relentless slide to the bottom. My bud was starting to tear up a bit just as his ring ground down on the dean's kinky-curlies. The dean hadn't given him much time really. The older man reached down and secured first one of Josh's ankles, then the second, just as he had Gregg Seemens'. Seems the dean is a creature of habit as well as of high pressured balls. Josh looked resigned, tethered and helpless. Sexy as hell. The dean grabbed Josh's throat with one hand and his bag of balls with the other.
"Skip! Give your friend a hand here, or in this case...a mouth, I think. Joshua is losing some firmness of flesh." I drew a blank, staring at the dean in confusion.
"Suck his fucking dick, Faggot!!" the dean explained. I understood and got to work again.
"Okay, Skippy! Show me again, boy. Show me what you can do! Kiss that cock with your pretty-boy lips. Suck the schlong. Come get the dick, boy, come and get it!
"SUUUUUUCCccccccchchhhhsssuuuuuucchhhh, SUCK IT! Pussy! Give it the old college try. Down on the whole dick, boy, suck for that cocksnot!!"
Oh yeah! Now I remembered. That's how I got here.
Sometime later, after Josh's goo joined Gregg's in my guts, I was tidying up the dean's lap while Josh got dressed again.
"So, lads! While you are cleaning my -- as you young people say -- "junk" -- I've been going over the files I have on both of you. Sylvester Kippling Reginald Lamb...Ahem...Okay...I suppose we'd better just stick with Skipper', then. And Joshua Ezekiel Treat. I seem to remember a Trea...yes...Percival Treat is your father! Why when I played varsity football, he was the towel boy who used to stand behind his locker and watch while I...Ahem...never mind, Joshua, perhaps that is for another time.
"I do have several possibilities in mind for putting your talents to good use, boys. I've also reviewed several if not all of the video programs that Gottwood and Ramrod sent along. Although Gunnar and Rafe were very descriptive about how you two apply yourselves when told to, the videos were even more instructive. I found I had to review them many times. Many, many times. You two do have a certain physical presence that will be most welcome in many places on campus. Rather than assigning you to one permanent position, I believe it will be rather amusing, er... mean...helpful to your futures, to give you a variety of short term assignments in different locations.
"I also believe you boys start rush week at Alpha-COK tonight. You will be more than a little busy there, I am certain. So let's have you come back the day after tomorrow. Be here at 10:00 sharp. My financial meeting will be over then and I will need to drop a load in the worst way. You two will see to it that I drop it in the very best way. Now run along back to your house, douche and gargle well, boys. Douche and gargle well. I've sent an email to both your school email accounts with a video of our little conference time today. You will find that both my face and voice are disguised, though you two will register perfectly. Expensive software, but oh, so worth it. Enjoy it with my compliments.
Skippy Prepares
"Careful dude!! Go easy! The fucking dean punched me a new one back there!"
My buddy Josh lay on the bed, flat on his stomach, watching a video of himself tethered on the lap of the Dean of Students. The whimpering on the screen matched his in-person whining as I slowly licked his hole and rooted inside with my tongue. Little by little I coaxed out some dean spooge, letting it slide down my throat before it could cool off from Josh's pussy.
"Dude! If you're about finished there, we need to get it together and get our butts to the frat house. Rush starts tonight, and if we don't make it, we might lose everything."
Alpha Chi Omega Kappa was the international organization that helped administer our inheritance. This past summer we'd wound up taking care of the house of one of their star alums and had been taken in hand by him and his best friend. Scott Grimes was THE power lawyer and Brian Stone, the big time inventor. They had fucked us and fed us more loads than we could count as well as jobbing us out to a wide variety of other alphas...most of them frat buddies. After the two men met a dramatic, early (and pornographic) death, we learned we had inherited significant money and property from them, but there were strings. The strings were more like ropes, ropes tied to our balls. We had to answer to a couple of lawyers from Mr. Grime's firm, as well as Gregg Seemans his latest legal intern. We also had to join Alpha-COK fraternity, where we'd get even more supervision. Talk about being under somebody's thumb! Then too, the Dean of Students also had us by the balls (whenever he wanted) because we really needed our scholarships and work study jobs.
I felched the last plug of sperm from Josh's hole and swallowed. "Josh, you're right, we need to get going. Dude, we've got to make sure we do everything right when it comes to Alpha-COK."
"Skip, my hole feels a whole lot better now. But, you know, buddy, your chin on my balls has my meat in heat. Before we get it together and go, I'm going to have to fuck you, bro."
I sighed, wiped my mouth on his butt cheek, rolled onto my back and scooched until my butt was at the edge of the bed. Josh crawled off the edge of the bed, stood and turned. His body, all taut muscle from gymnastics and football was a faggot's dream. I dreamt of him often. Joshs's eyebrows pulled together and lifted as he looked down at me. His pupils were already dilated. His dick bobbed, sticking straight out from his crotch curls. He was one needy guy. It's his mouth though, that makes his sex face so great. His lips open and pucker a little. I grabbed both my ankles and spread my legs wide to the side, making like a wishbone.
"Stick it in, Josh. Fuck my pussy, fuck me raw, bro!"
He did.
The Boys Are Rushed
Cleaned and polished, we rang the bell at the front of the Alpha-COK house. Chimes sounded deep inside, clanging softly for a good quarter minute.
The huge door swung open showing a tall hard muscled guy with brown curly hair and five o'clock shadow, as well as a smirk on his square jawed face. Smack! He hit the palm of one hand with the pledge paddle he held in the other.
"Pledges! You must be Lamb and Treat. Right on time little dudes. Good work. We've got you pledges scheduled to arrive every fifteen minutes, so let's get this thing on. I'm pledge master Trent Batterer. Come on in, make a right and head for the main lounge. Face the frat coat of arms and kneel. You'll be joined in a few minutes. Get moving guys!"
On our knees (nothing new there) we stared at the big shield painted on the wall. It was divided into three sections and showed a sledge hammer, a bull with a hard on, and the gushing tower of an oil well. On a banner painted below was the motto, "To Serve and to be Served, Fuck Yeah!" Josh and I were not in the least surprised.
In walked Batterer, still carrying his paddle of office. With him was another big dude in cutoff jeans and wife beater, holding a movie camera.
"Drop trou' pledges and knee walk forward!"
We tore open our belts and pushed our jeans and jocks down our thighs and over our knees, then waddled forward a few feet. The two men stepped forward and stood with their crotches exactly one inch from our faces. "This is Joe Maccum. He's our archivist. We want to make sure everything about your induction is preserved for future reference and research. Look up at the camera, guys." We looked up. "Good, now look at our zippers." We looked. "Perfect! Now...zip...zip...flop...flop...look at the dicks, guys." Of course we did. "Now look up." We looked. "Open your pretty little mouths, boys." We opened. "Catch!" Trent and Joe each drooled a long ribbon of spit into the mouth below. Josh and I were good catchers. "Perfect again, pledges! Now kiss the dicks." Josh and I stretched our necks a bit and kissed the hard hot poles of pleasure aimed at our mouths." That's right, dudes. Let's me think...what comes next? Oh yeah, SUCK COCK FAGGOTS! SUCK OUT THE FUCKING CUM!"
Josh and I got going. From long habit we synchronized the bobbing of our heads while alternating the slurping sounds we made while we worked on the two slabs of frat meat. The men attached may have been in charge, but in no time they were moaning and rocking back and forward on their feet. They started a rhythmic hip pump, ramming the back of our throats, pulling back out until we held their raging dicks just by their tips. Without being told, Josh and I reached up and started working their hefty nuts, rolling and massaging those tender sperm factories, confident that the whistle would soon blow and our shift would be over. I looked up to see Trent resting the paddle behind his neck, eyes squeezed closed as he concentrated on being sucked off. Joe had a steady hand with the camera, even as he started to grunt and jab his dick harder into my Josh's face.
"Fuccccuuiinngggg sshhhiitttttt yoooouuuucoooccccckkkkksssuuucckiiinnnggg plllleddddgess, eat my ffffuuucckckckkiiinnggg sppooogggge!!!," slurred Trent, lost in the delirium of his colossal cum.
Gobs of goo squirted out his dick, down my throat and into my stomach. I heard Josh sputter on Joe's dick as the cameraman grunted, "Suck me dry, fag-pledge."
We were indeed the cock-sucking pledges of the moment. Josh and I slowly pulled off their meat, sat back on our heels and looked up.
Trent again tapped the paddle against his palm. Joe the camera man chuckled.
`Nice start to your rush, pledges. Now stand up, turn around and face the mirror. We did, seeing ourselves in the huge reflective glass covering the entire wall. Now bend your knees, stick out your chests, put your hands on you knees and watch yourselves in the mirror."
From both instinct and experience, Josh and I were a little nervous, starting to pit our tee shirts. Both of us stared wide-eyed at our reflected frightened faces. Joe moved to one side to film our naked butts. Trent stepped to the other side, bent his own knees and crouched a bit, like a batter waiting for the pitch. Their dicks were still hanging out of their pants, not as hard as they were, recovering pretty damn quickly.
`WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK!!!!!"
Josh and I were instant owners of a pair of red butt cheeks each. Undeterred, our dicks stuck out, apparently also lost in their own reflection.
"Pledges! You'll each get two of the best, every twenty seconds until you cum in your hand, so start jerking your pathetic little dicklets!"
Josh and I pumped away. Our dicklets weren't so little but they were pretty frantic. We were sweating buckets. Our faces looked like we were going for a 100 yard dash. Trent and Joe looked on, their handsome faces twisted in amusement.
"WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK!!!!!"
"Joe, I'll bet you the pussy-looking one drops his little load first."
`You're on, Trent!"
"Okay then, loser sucks the winner?"
"You got it, bro!"
"WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK!!!!!"
Josh and I doubled our speed. Trent and Joe chuckled and sneered.
"Look at the little fuckers turn red man! I think they're about to blow! They'd damn better catch their spew! But wait! Too bad we're at the top of the minute again!" shouted Trent.
"WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK!!!!!"
I held my breath and froze, spurting my hot cum into my waiting palm seconds after Josh filled his own hand.
`Ohhhhh ffffuuccckkkk!" muttered Trent. I owe you a suck, Joe."
"You sure as hell do, and I'm collecting right now, bro. Hit the floor and come it out of your bro, man. Oh, and smile! You're on camera, dude!!"
"Shit!" grumbled Trent, dropping to his knees as the eye of the camera moved down for a close up. "Pledges, feed each other your slop, then get up to room seven. Your `big brothers' are Lance and Clyde. Get the fuck out of here. The next pair of pledges is due in five minutes and I've got a job to do.
Josh and I sucked up each other's cum, swabbing tender palms with hungry tongues. I leaned over and sucked on my bud's dick a couple times, just for the sake of camaraderie. We pulled up our pants and headed to the hall and the stairway to the upper floor.
"Suck me dry, pledge master, suck-me-the-fuck dry!" Maccum guffawed as we found our way out.