Skippy Written by Studstick Thirteenth Installment
Written by Scott Grimes (Studstick@mail.com)
Part 35 In Which The Boys Are Joined By The Armed Forces
"Skipper! You and Josh need to meet a client or two for me. They'll be parking off the old road behind the house, so I gave them a temporary entrance code to the back gate. They may be wanting to rent some property or something. Oh yeah, ...and they'll be there at midnight. You two be sure to wear your white jocks and flip flops when you go to the meet up, make sure you can be seen eh? But no flashlights, little dudes. I think the guys may be a little shy or something. I'll check in with you tomorrow."
Well that sounded fucking weird!
A little before midnight Josh and I left the house as ordered and slowly felt our way across the back lawn toward the little woods. It was fucking dark. No moon, and no lights in sight. At least it was a warm, almost muggy night. We were sweating and maybe a little scared too. Couldn't see a damn thing.
Josh was being swarmed by tiny red lights! I looked down at myself and saw more red dots skittering over my abs.
"FFFFUUUUCCCKKK!! SHHHHIIIIITT!!!!! DDDAAAAMMMNN!"
Josh and I swore as we were hit hard in the stomach, the back, right in the ass cheeks too. Immediately five little spot lights came on, surrounding us and blinding us at the same time. We could make out a bunch of bean bags lying on the ground around us. They must have been what hit us.
We started to make out the five men too.
They were dressed head to toe in black, complete with balaclavas. The lights were fixed to their foreheads as were night sensor targeting lasers, body cameras and microphones. Each held a gun that looked like a rifle on steroids, their huge barrels made to fire the bags.
Joshua! Skipper! You two boys are now in our custody for as long as we choose. I'm Colonel Kumayker, Army Night Stalkers, this here is Lieutenant Rockwood, Army Ranger, Lieutenant Hardik, Marine RECON, Air Force Special Tactics, Lieutenant Foekker and Lietenant Lodgepole, Navy SEALS Missions.
"Men!! Ten HUT!!"
All five snapped to, shouldering their big gun things.
"Present short arms!
All five unzipped. Five big dicks fell into the warm night air and began to sniff around for a hole of some kind.
"FAGS!! Suck!!
Josh and I scurried into place. I swallowed Rockwood's cock while Josh worked Hardik's pole. In less than a minute and without a sound, the men splooged down our throats, their balls jerking up against the base of their dicks as their butch butter flowed into our guts.
"Rotate!"
With Josh and me still on our knees, the elite fighters marched clockwise. We were presented with two more hot to shoot tubes of beefsteak. Another minute and we fed on Foekker and Lodgepole.
These guys were awesomely efficient.
"Foekker and Lodgepole, prepare the prisoners."
Josh and I were stripped quicker than you could say, "Suck my dick."
Each warrior ran a hand down my ass crack, between my legs and grabbed the front of my thighs. Their other arms reached across my chest to clasp one another, Then they picked me so I lay suspended in the air between them, my head dangling to look back at my hanging hard junk and Kumayker's huge dick and balls as they closed in on my pussy.
"Joshua...get your mouth on this faggot's balls and chew like a son of a bitch...NOW!" Josh was under me in a flash. I could see the back of his head as he engulfed my bag of nuts and started working them hard.
"HHhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaawwwkkkk. HHhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaawwwkkkk." The colonel hacked spit on my hole and plugged it inside with a big knobby middle finger. He worked it in an around, checking out every corner of the compass and poking around at random a bit.
"HHhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaawwwkkkk. HHhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaawwwkkkk." This time he spit in his hand and wiped his shining knob with the stuff.
"Hhhhhuuuummmmppphhhhhh!!!" The air drummed out of his lungs as he shoved his dick in my pussy, bottoming out, then wiggling his hips so his meat luxuriated in the heat of my twat.
"Fuckin A, men!! This is goddamn prime pussy. Tighter than a fist and hotter than a whore's ass in the morning.
" Huummmmmmphh...Huummmmmmphh...Huummmmmmphh...Huummmmmmphh..." The big man pounded my ass like a marching drum.
"Rockwood, Hardick...grease my meat!"
Our first two feeders walked up to my ass, beating their dicks in unison. Kumayker pulled out until just the head of his cock nestled in my pussy lips. The two men dropped their nuts on the colonel's dick before he pounded their goo into my guts.
" Huummmmmmphh...Huummmmmmphh...Huummmmmmphh...Huummmmmmphh..." Kumayker continued to beat the drum.
I could feel spooge ooze out of my hole to run down my balls and between Josh's lips. His tongue would slip out and clean the colonel's bag from time to time, keeping those rocks hot and happy as they slammed against his chin.
"Foekker and Lodgepole! Front and center! Unload!" The four lieutenants changed places like a well practiced circus team, keeping me helpless in the air -- the colonel not missing a single jab. The fresh set of lieutenants marched up, jerked, and splooged their leader's dick, the warm goo bathing his pole in its relentless invasion of my defenseless body.
"OoooooOOOHHHHHHHMYYYYFuuuuuUUUCCCCCKKKkkkkkiiinngggg....FFFUUCKCCKKKKYYEEEAAAAHH!!
The colonel fucked the new cum into me, then unloaded both balls and injected his DNA as deep as he could in my body. I could actually feel it when his cannon went off and my guts took the shot. Josh clamped down on my balls and worked them with his teeth. My cocksnot spewed out over his back, some firing into my mouth as I watched myself come.
"Skippy! Lick your fucking cum off Joshua then suck him off. You've got three minutes while we regroup.
The five men stood around me as I worked. They liked to comment.
"Look at that fucking faggot eat his slime off that kid! Man, what a hungry pussy!!"
"Really a faggot's faggot, don't you think? See how his mouth homes in on that dick? The kid is like a snake on a rat! He's gobbled up all the meat and is still trying to swallow the balls too, it looks like."
"Good damn!! Look at that pussy fag sucking dick. It's like he's not eaten a fucking thing in a week. That queer boy is a dog for dick, man!
Josh shoved his cock farther down my throat and fired away. His swimmers shot straight down my pipe and into my stomach. He soaked his dick in my mouth until it started to soften a bit, then slowly pulled out, finishing with a pop.Sometimes it's hard to let go.
His breathing back to normal again, the Colonel announced, "We've worked these boys pretty well for the moment. They probably could use a midnight snack by now. We got any rations? No? Well, looky here! We DID bring this gallon jar with us.
"Look! Skippy Peanut Butter, Skippy! Smooth and creamy, just like your buttery butt hole...'Skippy!'...get it?" Of course we got it, but then they made us work to get it.
The big lid spun and the smell of peanuts blended with the ball starch already perfuming the warm summer air. Five hard cocks took a turn digging in the rich brown goo.
"Troops, the feed bag is on!"
Josh and I knee walked to dinner, gobbling first one then another cock, as the guys circled us in our feeding frenzy. Our mouths watered like fountains, but we sucked off most of the earthy sweet paste. We had to dig in with our tongues to get the sweet smears that lingered in those pockets that hide right under there where their dicks stuck from the top of their ball bags. Those low hanging sacks slowly shrank and firmed up as five sets of rocks began their heavy lifting and five cocks hardened to the max.
Josh and I each scored a couple of meals to ourselves and shared the fifth.
Then the men dropped trou' completely. A spatula went back in the goober cream five more times and packed some thick peanut butter right inside each guy's ass hole. They took turns standing at ease while we knelt behind them and sucked out another load of calories. They made damn sure we'd reviewed every part of their rear guard.
Then the men had us clean their cannons until they rose to glory again.
"Hands and knees, faggots! Do it!! Skipper, face me, Joshua...your ass by Skip's shoulder, your shoulder by his ass, commanded Colonel Kumayker.
Josh and I waited on all fours.
"Men! Take those holes!!"
The four lieutenants squatted and stuck their dicks in us. Our mouths and asses were jammed with military might.
"Sound off!" Yelled the Colonal, looking on while slowly jacking his junk.
Bass, baritone and tenor voices sang in unison as the men fucked us in rhythm:
"We caught you and to be blunt
We're now going to fuck your cunt
You'll get screwed from north to south
"Til the cum squirts out your mouth
When it's dripping off your chin
We will fuck it right back in.
(Chorus)
Sound off, one, two
Sound off, three four
Fill your holes and fuck you...some more!
We've got dicks as hard as rocks
We will have made you love our cocks
You are faggots we are not
You will suck out our cock snot
If you whimper cry and moan
We will feed you more hard bone.
(Chorus)
We screw pussies all the time
`Cause we're real men in our prime
As we stick it down your throat
We will smirk and sneer and gloat
As your ass and mouth grow numb
You'll still beg us for our cum.
(Chorus)
The men cheered then broke into a primitive rhythmic chant..."Fuck yeah!...fuck yeah!...fuck...yeah!...
Their hooting and swearing rose and fell as they each shot off in our asses or mouths.
Yucking and panting, they pulled out of us. The Colonel walked up and splattered my face with his jizz.
"Joshua, clean up that pussy faggot, his got my spooge all over his pretty face." Josh did.
Suddenly it was over. The night raiders were gone. They'd left Josh and me with our dicks in each other's mouths. I guess they'd been watching the Skippy and Josh channel a lot. They also left us lying there, each with a field baton in our asses. We discovered that if we spun them in our pussies, we could eke out a few more drops from our spent dicks and drink them down. Josh got so horned up again that he threw wood one more time...and then threw his wood in my hole. When he splatted inside me a final time, he swore like a trooper.
So much for night games.
Part 36 In Which The Boys Help With A Delivery
"DDDDrrrriiiiiiinnnngggg!!!!!DDDDDrrrriiiinnnngggg."
Looking up we saw a vision of the Emperor of the West Indies.
He was coal black. His muscles strained the seams of his kaki tee shirt. There was an even bigger strain on the crotch of his glove tight bike pants. His head was crowned in chrome.
Reflected in his mirrored sunglasses, we could see ourselves kneeling on the floor.
"Special legal courrier delivery. Is one of you Skip? His teeth gleamed...mesmerizing. His voice was like butter in a barrel.
At my nod he reached down with a clipboard and pen. I signed.
"Here ya go, little white butts." He passed us each a sealed cardboard box.
"Oh! And there's an ears-only message here for you too. Let me open it. (Paper crinkling.)
It says you two need to blow me and gobble my cocksnot.
Still in the doorway, he dropped his zip and gave us the come-hither finger with his gloved hand.
Josh and sat the boxes on the floor and scooted forward, our noses scenting the smell of heaven in a spice field. My bud got there first. The guy picked up his big bag of balls and dropped them in Josh's mouth. Then he hefted his meat and eased it into my maw. I started eating the big black mushroom. It grew and grew. We dined with great concentration. A trickle of rum sweet pre-cum oozed into my mouth.
After a bit, his big gloved mitts grabbed the back of our heads and pulled us off his junk. It made a big sucking sound as our mouths didn't want to leave, I guess. He pulled us to standing, ripped off his tee and plugged our mouths in his arm pits. Slick wet musk smeared our faces. Our nostrils flared game for the smell of fresh man sweat.
He swabbed himself with our faces a couple more times, then plugged our lips on his quarter-sized chocolate nipples.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmaaaannnnn, my men!" You little fellowss are really into chocolate, aren't you? We chewed and sucked and licked. We were really into chocolate.
I wish I had time to pack your white bread pussies a couple of times, but it's just not in the cards today. Tight schedule. Maybe another time. I've got a case to hear this afternoon, and a judge can't let something like a noontime hobby job stop the course of justice, can I? He jerked our mouths off his chest and pushed us to the floor.
Remembering where we'd left off, Josh sucked in the man's balls and I swallowed the dick.
"You fucking pale assed faggots! You pink lipped dick kissers...god damn cock sucking pussyboys,! Man can you suck a fucking good dick!" He rooted around in my throat and swore for another full minute. His balls pulled up so mightily that they nearly popped out of Josh's mouth. I felt a shivering pump start right where my lips worried against his tight fragrant curls. It moved along the prince of pipes and headed for my gullet.
"Oh my fucking god, I thought...here comes the judge!"
Part 37 In Which Skippy Does His Best
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Screeeeeeeechhhhhhhh!!! Slam slam slam slam-slam slam.
"DDDDRRRRRRIIIIINNnnnnnggggg..."
Kneeling just before the front door opened, Josh and I stared with open mouths as a mob piled into the entry way. Behind them we could make out six or seven black Jeeps crowding the driveway. Twenty-eight men laughed and grabbed at each other as they stripped in front of us. All but two were pretty young and twinkish -- doe eyed and mostly hairless. The remaining pair one was a face that looked kind of familiar and the other...Greg Seemans!!
The other face was Mr. Grime's second intern, the one we'd seen sucking Brian as we sat on those mechanical fucking machines.
Shoes, socks, jocks, shirts, ties flew through the air as the horseplay grew rowdier. Dicks were grabbed, asses were goosed, nipples tweaked.
Josh and I looked on.
"FFFFFWWWWWWEEEEEEeeeeeTTTTT!!!" Greg Seemans put two fingers in his mouth and whistled loud enough to peel paint off the wall.
Silence fell.
A couple of fingers were pulled out of assholes.
"Guys, strip these two pussies and get them strung up. Now! You faggot cock suckers!!"
Josh and I were surrounded and lifted off the floor, on up into the air where our clothes were removed along with any dignity we might have had as fingers worked their way into our mouths, asses, around our balls and dicks. We were quickly carried through the house to the kitchen where we were bungyed to the door frames there. These were set at right angles to one another and opened to a couple of storage pantries.
"Fag team one! String up the whimpy pussy. Team two, you'll do the little jock."
Just as I'd been tied when Chef Morris came to cook, we stood crucified by the tight elastic cords...bindings that let us twitch and pull futilely before we were relentlessly pulled back into our splayed stance -- stretched and helpless.
Greg pulled up a chair several feet in front of us. He turned it around and straddled it. When he leaned forward to rest his arms on the seat back, his perfect dick fell through the center two stays, right into the mouth of the second intern.
"Skippy! Joshie! Meet Rod Bagman. He'll be eating my dick, so you all won't be having much of a conversation this time around, but remember, he'll always be Mr. Bagman to you.
Then things got to be really amazing. Thirteen guys came at me while the others went at Josh. Soon we each had a mouth on our dicks, another on our balls, and a third Frenching our assholes. Four more guys hit the ground and started tonguing us between our toes. Another four sat behind our heels and hunched over to lap the soft skin behind our knees. Next to them were guys who burrowed their tongues in our ears and nibbled our lobes. On each side in front of us, guys started licking the inside of our elbows. Last, a final set leaned in to suck on our nipples. We were engulfed by a carefully placed mass of slathering mouths, each working away at truly tender flesh.
It was TRULY FUCKING AMAZING!!!!
Our mouths were free to squeal and pant while Josh and I could make out what was happening to each other. We both could clearly see Greg's face with its know-it-all smirk. Below his chin Rod bobbed on his rod like a pump at an oil well -- steady, relentless, sure to extract the liquid gold.
The many mouths started our really really gently and slowly. Their warm wet tongues cleaned and rasped the same inches of skin again and again. They scoured our flesh, licking and rasping away, then they worked up more hot spit to slather on the same tormented patches.
Josh and I twitched and jerked. Our fingers grabbed at thin air, our arms and legs struggled and squirmed. Relentlessly, we were pulled taut again and again, our attention racing from one tortured tissue to another tongued tenderness.
"God but you two fags are so fucking pathetic! Sparky, your fucking eyes are ready to pop out of your pretty jock face. Skippy! Your face is as red as the inside of your pussy. You two boys ready to blow? Be my guests, little guys. The mob of mouths working your bodies will suck it down and keep going to town. Those guys aren't allowed to quit until you've each cum three times."
Well, that was enough to make Josh and me blow into the throats that had captured our dicks. Like Greg said, the throats didn't stop, neither did any of the other mouths attached to us. We whined, we laughed, we pleaded, but the mouths just went on licking, sucking, chewing and nibbling. Finally we could only hang supported by the bungies while the mouths again turned our limp noodles into hard wood. This time we fought to cum, jabbing our dicks into the mouths while the tongues in our ass kept pace right along with us. We were crazy to try to cum.
"Awe, aren't you two the cutest things? Look at you trying to make another nut. What do you think will happen when you're done? I've told you the fun doesn't stop until you've spooged two more times. What do you think it's going to feel like after number two?"
Of course on hearing that, we blew out again. We screamed like a couple of cheerleaders. The hungry, incessant mouths didn't miss a beat, didn't slow up, didn't get faster.
Josh and I hung limply in our restraints. We were only able to whine quietly.
After maybe ten minutes, the mouths on our dicks began concentrating on just the raw knobs. Josh and I grew wood again. Kinda soft wood, but wood, nevertheless.
"I'll bet you two could use a little help this time, don't you think?" Sneered Greg. "Rod, take my dick out of your mouth and stand up. We're going to pork these two little piggies!"
And so they did.
The mouths on our assholes disappeared and were replaced by big warm, wet dicks. I could see Mr. Bagman start to hump Josh, making him shove his dick deeper into his sucker while the mouth on his balls began to growl in its effort to hold on to his jewels. Same for the guy chewing my balls as Greg piled into my pussy.
For the next ten minutes the monotonous sounds of slurping were steadily overcome by the grunting and trash talk from the men fucking us.
"You cock sucking piece of sex meat, I'm going to blow my cock slop so far up your guts you'll have to swallow twice to clear your throat. Your raw pussies are going to beg for more when we..."
It did seem to go on for a good long time.
Without those dicks in our pussies, I don't think Josh and I could have come again so soon.
We hung like scarecrows. All we were aware of was the constant torment of the many mouths, the growing hardness in our dicks, and the barge poles rooting around in our asses.
"FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!" That was Greg and Rod spilling their spooge in us.
"hu...huh...hu..." That was Josh and I, barely able to pant as our over worked balls gave up their last drops -- drops that were hoovered down relentless maws to join those from our first two loads.
"FFFFFWWWWWWEEEEEEeeeeeTTTTT!!! Okay guys! Knock it off." Rod and Greg pulled out of Josh and me with loud wet plops.
Immediately all mouths left our bodies. They world was suddenly much emptier.
" Untie the little dudes, then team up, suck off, get dressed and bring our clothes.
Josh and I collapsed in our doorways. Greg and Rod pulled up chairs in front of us, reversed and straddled them -- their wet dicks hanging just above our heads.
"Break time's over pussies! Clean our dicks while we wait for our clothes.
We dragged ourselves up to the meat in question and slowly got to work. Josh and I were fucking fucked out!
"God, Rod," smirked Greg, "these faggots are ruled by their pussies! They fucking needed a pair of dicks in them to deliver the goods. I really can't say which his hotter or wetter -- their pussy mouths or their pussy asses. What do you think?"
The two interns chatted companionably while we nursed another load out of them. By that time, the mob of mouths had returned, drained, dressed and bearing the two men's clothes.
"Skippy! Mr. Grimes said to tell you to shave your ass hole every day. He wants to see it red and raw whenever he wants. Better shave close, little dude! And Josh, Mr. Stone said you are to grow a chin patch. He wants to feel it on his balls when you blow him."
With that, they all simply walked out, leaving Josh and me collapsed again on the floor. We heard hooting, laughter, and the roar of the jeeps as they laid rubber and left the front drive.
"What creeps! They can sure shoot the sauce though. Think they'll be back Skip?
I couldn't answer because he was holding my head on his cock while he worked up another nut for me.
"Skip, my friend...gotta say, your head is the best head ever, but I'm going to fucking love screwing your shaved-raw pussy, dude.
A word to you spooge spitters out there from Scott:
"Put your hand in your pants... pull out your big roll and feed our little friend, Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html . Like Skippy, it's loyal and ready to wait on you, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week giving you what you want, any time, all the time.
Like Skip's pussy, you gotta put something in it every once in a while to keep it going. Feed the thing some money so it's always hot, and ready. Then grab your mouse with one hand and your dick in the other and go for it! Drop some of your wad in Nifty's pussy...I mean...kitty. Keep it happy, dude!