Skippy Written by Studstick Eleventh Installment
Written by Scott Grimes (Studstick@mail.com)
Part 27 In Which Scott Takes Another Call
"Juuullllliieeeeeee honey! How's my favorite little mamma doing? Does my little pink girl-in-the-boat miss daddy's little nibbles? Is your little pussy crying to be eaten? Does it want me to naw on its pulp, baby? I'll bet my boys' mommy misses pappas big dickie, don't you? You need my stubble scouring your snatch, sweetie?"
I lay on my back on the bed holding my knees to my armpits. Scott stood at the foot, talking on his headset.
"Sure darling! Daddy's dick misses you soooooo much. It hardly knows what to do with itself. I try to keep busy, but you know, that big thaaaannnggg needs major upkeep." Sure babe, I'm strokin' your favorite thing in the world, right now, even as we speak.
Scott squirted a mess of lube on his joint and worked it into a lather, then held the big blunt end against the mouth of my quivering boy twat.
"Do you hear that all that sloppy squishing, Julie? Don't you just wish I was greasing up the old dick to poke around in your pussy, baby?"
He closed his eyes in anticipation, and a serene smile lifted his lips. He leaned back a bit.
"Oh girl! I'm so glad you called. It's like I could sink my pole straight into your sweet cunt right now!"
The big man thrust forward, piercing my hole like a tanker truck barreling into the Holland Tunnel.
"Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooo!" I said.
"What honey? Oh that! I've got one of those wrestling videos on the big screen here, helping me take my mind missing you. There's a lot of screaming and crying...you know how fake those things are"
Scott started deep dicking me, slow and steady, his wiry pubes scratching my knot every time he bottomed out in my twat. He actually was watching another montage, a bunch of out-takes of Brian sticking it to Josh. My little bud's whimpers were award winning.
Mr. Grimes pulled out almost all the way and held a moment, polished my ring with his knob awhile. My needy little knot grabbed at the thing in desperation. Then Scott slam fucked me a dozen times or so.
"Yeah, Julie, what you're hearing is me pumping up some muscle here. Gotta stay in shape for my lady, right? Working in a few stretches too!" Scott grabbed my ankles, spread my legs wide to the sides and started making little circles with my feet, forcing my tender hot pussy to twist and choke on his meat.
"Yeah Julie, finger your little clit for me, will ya' babe?" Mr. Grimes gave me one of his significant glares. I got the message and started jerking my unit.
On the screen behind me, Brian and Josh were sweating and swearing, ramping up to cross the final frontier.
Scott pointed to my split legs and silently mouthed the word `Stay!' while slapping my hand away from my dick. I grabbed my ankles to stay spread outfor his continued pleasure as he picked up my balls in one hand and put three greased fingers on my cock head.
He started polishing my knob.
Frozen in position, my gut straining, balls aching, cock starting to turn purple in frustration, I began a little squealing song.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh yeah babe! Love to hear you playing in your little pink twat. I'm working the meat right now like hell wouldn't have it. When I come you'll be screaming right along with the scene I've got going here. Thrills all around, babe! You'll probably hear my wad hit the fucking wall!"
My knob turned to rock, it was so needy. Scott's fingers kept bullying it with friction. He was starting to pant and pound...rumbling down the runway for a big lift off.
"Come with me, babe...come on...come on...come on...." Scott freed my tip, fisted my entire stalk and jerked me like he was working a plunger.
"Come...on...come...for...me...right...nowwwwww!!!!" He blew in my hole and followed it in on in with the full length of his dick.
Over my own yelling, I could actually hear his wife's screams leak out around his earbuds.
We all panted a while.
"Fuck yeah, Julie! Of course it was good for you. You were thinking about my dick! You're a lucky woman, you know that...you're in luck when I slip you the big one, you're in luck just thinking about how many others must want my big hole hammer, aren't you babe?.
"What? Me? Oh hell yes, I got off big time. I'm always the big blaster, remember?.This dick gets what it wants, when it wants it and how it wants it, you know that babe. My dick always wants more."
Scott pulled his meat from my ass locker with a slow plop and leaned forward to feed me my cum from his fingers. He grabbed be behind the neck and pulled me forward to sit on the edge of the bed and dug his thumb into the hinge of my jaw. I opened, he stuck his dick in...I sucked.
"Yeah babe. My manly gift is in the giving all right. I can give from morning `til night, then give some more, and I can always find a taker."
They chatted on, Mr. Grimes grinning up at the screen where Brian was fucking Josh until he mewed and panted, pathetic in his need.
Scott's big one began to grow in my mouth once again. I got to humming.
Part 28 In Which The Boys Compete
"Brian, meet me in the gym and bring your pussyboy with you, dude! Pull up that clip of my interns giving us head in the office and then put your little guy on the mat. I've got a bet for you."
Mr. Grimes threw my legs over his shoulder leaving my mouth attached to his dick. I held his tapered waist as he walked us down stairs, his hard abs banging against my chin. Half way there I was secure enough that I could hold on with one arm and use the other hand to massage his big rocks.
"Skip...you are something! You're almost good enough for my dick. Most aren't really, but you've got the hunger kid, and the dedication. You've got the big need, don't you son?"
I nodded enthusiastically, rocking his meat further down my craw.
He lowered me to the mat and came along with me `til I rested on my back while he did a few push ups with his dick sliding between my lips.
"Yeah, Bri. Drop him and dick him like this. We'll knock out fifty then talk a bit."
They finished pumping up while pumping us, then pulled their knees forward, settling to a cross legged sit while rolling us over onto our stomachs. Josh and I lay prostrate, our mouths still happily impaled.
"My main man! I will bet you a full thirty minutes of Skip's face in your ass while you fuck Josh, if I can't make Skip cum quicker than you can make Josh, say two out of three, and we finish up within a half hour. What do you say?"
"You're on Scott! But what if you win?"
"Then I get your mouth in MY ass, my balls in Josh's mouth while I fuck the shit out of Skip. Josh keeps my unit lubed when I pull out for a pit stop."
"Scott, man...doesn't seem fair! You'll win three mouths but I'd only get two."
"Brian, what are you thinking, dude? Of course it's fair. I made up the rules, so what's your point?
"Nothing man...I'm cool, I guess. Let's get it done."
"Done, Brian! We'll do one round fucking `em standing, the next doggy style, and if there's a runoff then we sit with them on our laps."
"Totally cool, Scott. I'm in...or I soon sure as hell will be!"
Josh and I were eyeing each other while all the rules were laid down. I wasn't sure I wanted to get fucked again after cumming three times in a row, but as Mr. Grimes said, so we would do. And I think Josh was thinking the same thing, especially if the alternative was getting his lips on Scott's hole.
Since we were in the gym with mirrors on all the walls, we could see about everything as the contest began.
The men faced a wall with us in front of them our knees bent, our chest braced on a weight bench so when we were bulldozed from the back we could hold our ground. Scott and Brian mostly looked straight ahead, watching themselves and each other as they slid their dicks up our pussies.
The game was on.
Both men hooked their fingers around our hip bones and started right out punch fucking us. If we'd been horses, they would have whipped us into a lather in the first minute. Josh and I were red already, the color spreading down across our necks and the tops of our chests. Sweat broke out on everyone, first kind of a glow, then a sheen, then trickling down between straining pecs as everyone either held their ground or fucked like bunnies on meth. Panting was heard.
"Brian, when I give the word, we jerk these punks `til they spit their wads...got it?"
"You got it boss man!"
"Ready?...jerk!!"
The men hunched over our backs, reaching an arm under a stomach while the other grabbed a dick and hammered like a punch press.
Josh's eyes were starting to roll up, but my balls pulled up to my meat before his did. My mouth gaped open and I shot my goo all over the floor beneath me. No more than five seconds later, Josh pissed out his pudding.
"Clean up kids! Brian, grab me a towel and get one for yourself."
Josh and I pulled ourselves off their dicks and turned to clean their cocks, making sure to lick up the sweat coating their balls. God, but did the room ever smell like a fuck festival! While the men toweled off and caught their breath a bit, Josh and I hit the floor like bloodhounds and found every drop of twink butter we could find. The men stayed hard. Josh and I still had pulsing boners.
"Okay kids! On the mat - hands right up to the mirror, asses to the ceiling, and brace yourselves."
The men hit the mat with their knees, and walked them up between our calves then leaned forward to place their hands above ours on the mirror. They slipped us the meat.
Josh and I glanced at each other in the mirror and silently mouthed `Oh Shit!!' as the men shimmied their hips while grinding and stirring our asses. It felt like a tank was knocking down a fence back there!
Four sets of eyes roamed over faces and bodies wrapped in a fever of fucking. Scott and Brian looked like they were in a street fight...tense...determined...battling for a win. Josh and I looked like we were being pounded nearly senseless. I guess that's because we were.
After about eight minutes, Scott signaled and the jerking began. We were held against the guys by one might arm, the other beating our cocks into submission. They submitted...Josh's about three seconds before mine. Our dicks splatted some on the glass, then dropped a bit on the floor. Man did they ever feel worked over!
I licked spunk off the mirror, then the floor, turning to lap up some more that Scott had fucked out of me -- then to his dick for a clean and shine. Fuuuuuccckkkkkkk dude! He was still hard as a rock!!
As the men toweled off again, I sneaked a peak at our competition. Josh's perky peepee was lagging a bit, hanging a little low but starting to rally some. As Josh worshipped Brian's studstick, the big man hardened up nicely once again. My own dangle was feeling a little peaked but starting to strut once more as I watched my bud suck on his main man.
Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone pulled up a couple of chairs in front of the mirror, pulled our backs into their chests, hooked each of our legs behind theirs, then told us to seat ourselves. Josh and I had reeeaaalllllyyyy tender holes by this time, but they been jammed up with enough cum that we slipped down those might meat sticks like a fireman down a pole.
Again, all four of us could watch each other, watch ourselves,
If we weren't so fagged out by two quick cums, I would have said we all looked super hot. Damp hair, dripping sweat. Bloodshot eyes. Of course, Scott and Brian just looked amazing...like they finished a warm up and were ready for a series of sprints.
Josh and I were pulled back against slabs of muscle, our heads lulling next to the men's. Our legs were pulled wide and to the side, draped over those big meaty thighs. Scott and Brian could turn their heads slightly to watch it all in the mirror and still growl in our ears. They could work our nips, and balls too, and were hard at it. The pulling twisting and lobe nibbling were lighting our wicks once more.
"Pussy's going to get fucked hard now, Skip! When I'm done you won't be able to close your little cunt for a week. I'm going to grind your guts to garbage and fuck you until my dick sticks out your mouth.
Mr. Grimes did have a way with words, and they seemed to be working. Faced with growing threats, my boy twat was panicikng...squeezing itself again and again in fear. My dick was firming up cautiously, willing to try once more for a two man team win.
What I could see of Josh in the mirror was a little troubling. I'd never seen his eyes so big, and for him, that was really saying something. Whatever Brian was growling in his ear looked mean and nasty, as were the bites he started on my bud's neck...rubbing that tender flesh with his stubble, licking...then biting some more. What words I could make out sounded a lot like, "fuck you and fuck you and jerk your goddamn pussy prick, then fuck you..." or maybe that was what Scott was saying to me. Reality was getting a little fuzzy.
These guys take their betting very seriously!
Ready?...Jerk!" yelled Scott.
Fucking and jerking began, indeed. There was a lot of yelling, squealing and snorting too. We seemed to be developing some reliable patterns.
I lost focus except for Scott's and my faces in the mirror. Impossibly, his got even more intense, staring hard at my own reflected gaze. My head was lolling to lean against his as his free hand seized my nip and pinched so pointedly that I gasped and yelped. The hand moved up to my chest and squeezed me harder against his pecs...then on up to hold onto my throat. His other hand jerked in a blur.
Slowly, deliberately, he squeezed my throat. I could see my face turn red and my mouth open to gasp for air. He jerked me harder still.
Just as I started to see some stars, he moved from my throat and shoved his hand in my mouth up to the third knuckle, pushing my tongue down and poking his middle finger through the ring at the back.
"SHOOOT YOOURRR GGOOODDDAAAMMNN SPPPOOOOGGGEE YYYOOUU FUUCCCKIIING FAAGGGOT!!
I choked, grabbed a couple of huge gasping breaths and came... more stars appeared and then only darkness as I shot my god damn spooge.
"Hey...wake up, little dude!
"Do you know that you moan in your sleep and that your pussy grabs my dick while you're dreaming? You passed out on my lap when I worked that third load out of you. We won, of course. But I wasn't ready to dump in you yet so I put you on the floor and fucked you some more.
"You should have seen your face! Your little eyeballs wiggling under your tender little lids! You must have been dreaming of my dick again. What a fucking faggot! What a lucky knob gobbler you are!"
I was slowly waking up, mashed between the full weight of Scott's body and the mat. There was a puddle of drool under my cheek and I could feel his cock take a few more proprietary jabs in my guts. Where in the hell does this guy get his power? Maybe he's got uranium in his balls or something. It was starting to dawn on me that even though "we" won the wager, I was going to be busy for a half hour eating on Mr. Grimes jewel pouch. We'd have to wait a bit though because I could see Brian walking around the gym with Josh's legs wrapped around his waist. He was bouncing the kid on each step, jabbing his hot battered hole in a relentless punishment fuck. He had a non-stop glare going at my poor bud whose head lolled around with each step. I think if he wasn't unconscious, he was wishing he were.
I lay there limp with Scott crashed out above me, his dick still twitching in my guts.
Well...there are worse ways to pass time, I'm thinking.
Part 29 In Which Scott Converts The Preacherman
We were in the den. The only big screen on was in front of Scott as he sat at the desk. Behind it and to the side, Brain lay sprawled on the leather couch, naked and hard as rock, of course. Josh was on the big blonde's knob and I had the man's tongue deep in my throat.
Mr. Grimes was Skyping again.
"Well hello Reverend Treat! Thank you for taking my call. I wanted to tell you how well Josh is fitting in here. I know he told you he'd found a place to stay for the summer and probably for college too. He's really found a place for himself here. Seems to like it a lot."
"No, no...my thanks go to you for taking my boy in. He's a good kid, but he better be on task and only doing things that are upright and appropriate, you know what I mean?"
"Sure do, Reverend! I think he's doing just that, just now. An absolutely upright thing, he's doing that for sure., Reverend." Scott could see Josh swallow Brian's long pole top to bottom.
"Please call me Percy, if you will, Mr. Grimes."
"I certainly will, Percy! You can call me Scott, I guess.'
"Well Scott, you certainly are in good shape, I can tell that."
"I do work out now and again, Percy. You look in pretty good shape too, guy!'
"Well I do lift weights a bit, not a lot, but enough, I guess."'
"Looks like a lot to me, Percy. How about showing me your guns there? A man of the cloth and a man of stature, right? You must do some wrestling too I bet. I got to go a couple of rounds with Josh. Maybe he's like his old man, you think?" Josh choked on Brian's dick some.
"Could be Scott. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I guess. See...this is about as big as they get..."
"Percy, you've got the guns there, man Hey, I got an idea! Why don't you slip your shirt and tie off and let me see how much Josh takes after you. Your kid is kind of ripped."
"Well, uh..." Reverend Treat's eyes were big and round.
"Percy!! It's you and me here. What's the harm? It's not like there are ladies are around, right?
"Uh, I guess so...Scott."
"Hey Perce...lose the wife beater too...don't be modest, guy"
"Uh...okay, I guess."
"Lookin' good there, Percy ! Look at you, man! You've got a nice pair of perky little nipples there too, guy. I think Joshie may really take after you in a lot of ways! I call your kid Joshie sometimes, I'm sure you don't mind. Hey guy, you know... I guess it's only fare if I strip off too, eh?"
"Oh, my dear Lor...I mean, gosh Scott, you certainly have a really really well developed body! Really!"
"Well, I am pleased with it over all, but see here?" Having ripped off his shirt, Mr. Grimes stood in front of the screen and camera, turned a little and pointed a finger at his bottom rib.
"See, here along the side of my abs where my obliques fflow down to the bottom of my eight pack...no...wait a damn minute, excuse me reverend! I mean, wait a minute..."
Scott whipped open his belt, popped his pants button and eased his pants a few inches down his hip.
"See right here where it runs down to my groin...well, I've been trying to...no....wait just another second, Percy..."
Scott slipped the waist band down to the show his pubic hair and maybe just a hint of the top of his dick.
"Yeah, right there, that's what I'm trying to make a little more cut, you know. Percy? Watch this!!"
"Ummmnnn...errrrr.. uuuhhhh, I...err..."
With a shrug of his hips, Mr. Grimes hit his mind shattering double biceps pose and his trou' slid to the floor. Out popped his perfect dick, rising to greet the fresh air, smelling around for some pussy to fuck or some mouth to spit into.
"Oh my fucking god...oops!...my bad, Percy! Oh... Sorry again, Reverend! I guess I get so excited when I'm talking to someone who appreciates all the hard work I've been putting in to get in shape. Makes me feel really good all over, ya know?"
"Uhhh, well...Scott! I guess I can relate to that in a way." We later got to see the video showing Josh's dad so red in the face and sweaty that he looked like he might explode. "Accidents happen like that I know, kind of a `guy thing' I guess, especially with men who are, well, who are really...well, really..."
Off camera, Brian was laughing with his tongue down my throat. Interesting sound. Tickled my neck inside and out.
"Thanks Percy! I knew you'd understand! Josh is so very much like you, you know? He really appreciates what other guys go through to look good, and is always there to support them. You should be really proud of how he puts out when the need arises! Sometimes he's a bit of a brown noser, but he's really good at keeping things clean and all." Scott's meat was now a tall monument to testosterone intoxication, a throbbing red beacon for the eyes of any faggot.
"You okay there, Percy? You look a little constricted. Need something to drink to clear your throat, maybe? Some warm milk or something? Some cream?"
Later vid viewing showed the reverend staring at the screen as if hypnotized, his upper right arm and shoulder jerking rapidly because he was obviously jerking his righteously upright dick. That part was off screen, unfortunately.
"Uhhhh, uuuuuhhhh...UUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
The Reverand Percy Treat's eyes actually crossed. He jerked forward a few times, his breath catching. Then he gasped for a bit. His eyes fucking rolled up in his head. As he began to come down from the joy of jerking his meat, his eyes started to look big and round again -- a little startled, a little fearful, maybe. Like father like son, once again.
"You okay there Reverend? Maybe you need to get something to eat? You look all pale and all, like maybe you need some protein or something. A hot dog or something, maybe? Anything I can do for you, Percy?"
"Uuuuhhh, no, Mr. Grimes...I mean, Scott. Thank you, but I think I'll be okay."
"Well, heck Percy. You do remind me so much of your son Josh. Maybe you want to come visit sometime? I could sure use one more pus...I mean, one more person to help me with my workouts, ya know? Give it a thought, Percy. Give it a really hard thought pus...I mean...Percy. Come by any time, I'll make sure you're taken care of, damn sure.
"Bye now, Percy, and god bless!"
As Scott signed off, Reverend Treat looked like he was having a stroke. I figured he'd be knocking on the door to "check on Josh" pretty damn soon. I think Mr. Grimes figured the same thing.
"So Brian," Scott chortled, "Looks like your dick's Waaaayyyyy down Sparky's gullet. Your boy looks hungry. Better feed him now. You'll probably be sticking it in his daddy's holy hole in the near future.
"Mr. Stone laughed in my mouth as he gave it up to the human shop vac that was Josh's mouth. The swallowing went on for quite some time and my tongue got a chance to dive down Mr. Stone's throat for a change.
Part 30 In Which The Twinks Are Rescued
"We're here little dudes! Take the dicks out of your mouths and strip. Jocks only for you two, remember?"
The four of us had arrived at the Alpha Team Bullpit again. We'd had a dinner of pizza and beer before we left. Of course there was some Skippy and Josh spunk on our slices, but we got to drink the beer as it ran off the men's dicks. We all were getting really good at that...no spills!
The valet took the Hummer away, staring at our naked asses, high fiving Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone, snickering as he laid rubber.
We hopped around a bit heading into the club. It was chilly and the stones of the parking lot were not soft ones.
"Gents! Glad to have you back, and your twinks too of course!" Winston was at the front door alongside a bouncer that was as big as he was. He leaned down and got in Josh's and my faces a bit as we past.
"Remember what I told you kids, stay close to your men or you might get fucked every which way including sideways. Got it?"
We remembered.
Scott and Brian forged through the crowd and seized a tiny table with a couple of chairs in which they immediately sat. Josh and I stood waiting, quickly checking out the room. The overhead cages were now occupied with jockstrapped twinks whoe wore leather collars from which hung large numbers. Each collar was leashed to a cage bar. The cages under the bar held the same, but those boys were busy nursing the dicks of the men drinking at each bar stool. The big sport screens showed views from the many cameras -- caged twinks, twinks under tables, men doing everything but actual fucking on the dance floor.
Of course the place reeked of sex. The DJ was mashing up versions of Just Beat It.
"Plunk!" Winston set a couple of double scotches in front of our men. We gave the guys our "what's up?" faces. Scott pointed under the table. We went there.
The men's zippers went down and their meat was rising to the beat of the music. Josh and I attached ourselves, sat back on our heels and hummed into action.
From time to time we could see others walk by the table and stop to talk. Occasionally someone would squat down and reach toward Josh or me with a middle finger. Brian or Scott would snap their fingers near our ears and we would give the visiting digit something warm and wet to play in for a few seconds. We later learned that our men would point out which screens showed Josh and me hard at work.
After maybe twenty minutes of mostly soaking their cocks in our throats, Scott and Brian snapped and gave us the "come here...stand up" cue. We did.
"Little dudes, we need a refill and Winston's got his dick in a lot of different situations tonight, so be good boys and scamper to the bar for us. They'll know to put it on our tab. If they ask who you are, just poke your middle finger in your mouths. Everyone will know.
Blushing from top to bottom, slipping our way through the mob, we got our buns smacked, massaged, pinched and once...even kissed. A finger may have made it an inch or two up my pussy, but Josh and I kept moving. We were on a mission.
Finally at the bar, we stood waiting behind a couple of other young guys when we felt ourselves grabbed by the backs of our necks and roughly guided away from the well.
What the fuck? Had Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone changed their minds or what? Was this part of a game they wanted us to play along with, or did we have to leave, or...
We were hustled along like a couple of helpless manikins, afraid to speak or try to resist. The guys must be pissed at us or something! We were pushed between and around the line of guys waiting to get into the toilets and out some back exit into a stinking brick alley. It was chilly, and our nips stood up in protest.
"Okay Pussies! Get your asses ON THE GROUND NOW!!"
OH MY GOD!! THESE GUYS WEREN'T SCOTT AND BRIAN AT ALL!!!
We were shoved forward and down `til our knees hit the bricks. We twisted to see who had grabbed us. They were both really big guys who looked like they spend every day at the gym, pumping, posing and pounding twinks, then eating them for a post workout snack. They looked fucking MEAN!!
"If you get enough drool on our dicks in the next thirty seconds, it won't hurt quite so fucking bad when we rape your loser faggot asses all to hell and back. Suck like the worthless pussies you are, you pathetic, fucking little..."
Before we could learn what we were that they thought was pathetic and fucking, the exit door slammed open, hitting the wall and knocking off some of the concrete block.
Scott and Brian barreled out like twin trucks.
In two seconds they had back handed the guys away from us, picked us off the ground by our armpits, and thrown us back inside, slamming the exit door shut. Immediately the door began to shudder and rattle, really heavy sounds were coming from the other side. There was a lot of slamming and banging...a couple moments of silence, then a sound like a couple of pigs were getting their balls electrocuted.
Josh and I stood frozen. We waited.
Behind us the guys going in and out of the toilets had moved up to form a backdrop as we all stared at the door.
The handle turned, opened, and in strode Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone.
They were breathing a bit heavily. They wiped the backs of their hands on their slacks and each ran a hand through their hair to bring it back to order. Their shirts were missing some buttons and were torn in places.
The crowd behind us whistled and applauded. The men nodded and smiled.
The place got quiet.
"We fucking saved your asses, little dudes!" Scott announced. "Might have been fun to have waited and watched, but not if those bastards didn't appreciate what they had with you two little guys.
"Brian, I think our little twinks are still in shock. We'd better get some dick into them fast.
"Pussy!! Sparky!!" Scott pointed to the floor.
Their zips dropped and so did we.
"Of course, gestures of gratitude are now accepted. Brian and I were fucking awesome!!"
The crowd behind us moved forward, watching, commenting.
"Look how the one with the surprised looking eyes is cramming that meat all the way down his gullet! Man, he's like a boa constrictor! You can see that big pole bulge and pulse in his throat!! Jesus!!"
"That smaller twink looks like he's praying to that cock or something. Can't say as I blame him, look at that fucking perfect dick, man.
"I'd love to try sticking mine in one of those little holes but Grimes or Stone would rip it off of me for sure."
Skip...Josh...you know, little guys, it's impossible to ever say thank you' too much or often!"
As they talked on, we sucked on. Much appreciation was in order.
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 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!