Skippy Written by Studstick Fourth Installment
Studstick (Studstick@mail.com)
Part 7
In a flash Scott had Josh down on one shoulder, wrapped in a bear hug, then flipped him so he was on his back, lying on top of the big guy and staring in surprise at the ceiling. Scott crotch-butted my friend's hips about a foot in the air. Josh's legs flew wide to try and catch his balance but the big man's feet scissored up and spread the kid's ankles then trapped on the mat. Josh was helpless, one of Scott's big arms covering his throat in an illegal hold while the other circled the slip waist.
Josh gapped at the ceiling like a fish out of water.
"Gonna tap out, little guy?" wondered Scott.
Speechless, Josh gave his head a quick, `No-way!' kinda shake.
"Oooohhhhhkay then! Ref, I'm going to call for kind of a goofy time out here. Josh ain't giving and I ain't letting go, but I'm a little concerned for his safety! Skippy, get down here and check out the knee. See if he got a mat burn or something."
I leaned in, my face inches from Josh's knee.
"Looking good, that knee," I dutifully reported.
"Hmmmph. Well, maybe he strained an adductor muscle or something, check on up here where his leg comes into his hip in front."
I moved closer, nose nearly touching the seam of Josh's shorts.
SNAP!
Scott's mitt zipped down and jerked up the leg of Josh's shorts. Josh's junk came out from the dark.
"Weeelllll...maybe he bruised a testicle or something."
My nose about an inch from his stones, I took a whiff of his smutty ball starch and said, "Nope, they're pink, but no bruising."
In front of my face, Josh's dick was starting to reach for the ceiling. Each puff of breath from my nose inspiring a little dance of discovery.
"Gotcha! Then it must be that swelling that's starting to show there. Better get some wet heat on it while I help keep the area stabile."
I sucked in the meat and turned on the Hoover.
Josh looked like a melting gingerbread man with a stick in its middle. His eyes were already bugging out. They seemed to bulge even more when Scott moved his free hand and stuck his big thumb in the kid's mouth.
Scott's throaty voice murmured right in Josh's succulent pink ear, "Skip'll take your mind off the pain, man. He'll have you feeling great in no time. Scott's lips and tongue began claiming that ear as part of his ever expanding empire.
"Oh yeah, getting your engine going, Sparky? Feeling your piston start to pound a little? Getting ready to fire off your little plug, aren't you? You love it all!
I could see Scott use his thumb and hand to make Josh nod after every few words.
"So glad you said you wanted to wrestle, got to show us what you need. What you need real, real badly" (Nod, nod). I'm so glad you needed me to hold you for a little bit. (Nod). You really want this, didn't you? (Nod, nod). " I love the way you rub your crack over my dick. Feel that muscle meat rooting around, looking for a way into your back door? Since your ass is asking so nicely, I'll make sure it gets what it needs. We'll have plenty of time this summer to take care of your needs, little guy. Oooohhhh how you like to have your best bud smoking your pole. (Nod, nod, NOD, NOD!). Your thighs are startin' to shake man...you getting ready to blow inside Skip's head aren't you? (Biiig NOD!!)."
"Great! Then look right up at that security camera in the ceiling and we'll all make a moment together. Maybe we'll want to share some pics your dad sometime what his big boy can do now."
Josh's face flamed like a torch, his hips lifted a foot in the air, carrying my face with it like a magic carpet. Then his mouth tired to open from around Scott's well sucked thumb.
"EEEEEEYYYYYYYYYAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAHHHHHH!!," he trumpeted and fired his repeater in my guts.
Josh flopped back on top of Scott like a dead man. He lay there, gasping and whimpering quietly while the big guy rubbed his tummy and whispered in his ear.
"Kind of a shock...all that self discovery, heh Josh? I think we've got a lot more work to do in that area, but I'll make sure we do work it just right.
"You know, you do look a little fagged, out Josh. Haul your twink ass out to the pool for a rinse and dry. I think you could cool off a little now. Oh, and no need for suits with all the privacy."
Sitting on my heels and wiping spit and cum from my chin, I looked questioningly at Scott.
"Skip, my friend, Your friend Josh got me all hot and sweaty again. I need a wipe down." Scott tossed off his workout clothes and flopped back on the mat. `Start with your tongue on my right big toe. You're going on a nice trip around the world, and oh, what places you will go., what things you will do!!"
Part 8
I pulled my tongue tip out of Scott's ass ring and sat back on my heels for a bit of a break. My jaw ached from having licked every square inch of that masterpiece of muscle.
"Looks like you've got your little princess doing some housework there, Scott!" Brian sauntered into the room, smirking while lazily scratching at his balls. He was togged out in a pair of boxers and a wife beater. He looked like an ad for sex. A really expensive ad.
"Yep, Brian ol' bud. He's been learning what he needs to know...detailed human anatomy. My anatomy. He got to spend some extra time getting to know the deeper me. That little wet pink tongue is quite the spelunker. It can tunnel right in, look around, then spit polish the walls. The kid learns quick."
"Pull up a couple of benches. I'll take the one with the back. You'll be talking Skippy here through his paces."
Taking their places, Brian raised an eyebrow at me and Scott snapped his fingers and point to the floor between his feet.
"Time to kneel and nibble, little dude."
I knee-waddled forward feeling like a beagle pup that got caught piddling on the rug.
"Reach back and grab each elbow, Skip. Then listen while my man schools you on one of your major subjects. Work hard and you'll soon have that warm, contented feeling deep down inside you.
"Listen up, pussy," Brian crooned crooned in my ear. "Tongue out, and aim for the goal. That's it. Now scoot a little closer. No touching yet. Just one-half inch from that pork pole. Reach out with your tongue and cradle that little spot under the piss slit."
Straining to look up at the same time, I could just see Scott leaning back, both hands behind his head, hungry grin on his face, like I was the burger on his plate. Sooooo, humiliating. Soooo hot. I wanted to freeze the moment.
"That's it, now hang out and tickle there a bit. Good, good, good doggie! Now snuffle under his balls right there where they hang against those meaty thighs. One side...that's it. Now the other. Good again, Skippy!"
"Now imagine picking up an oyster with just your lips. You're first going to cradle one of those big nuts, then the other. That's right! They're starting to feel right at home with in your mouth, don't they. You take such loving care of them. Now go back to the first one and suck it in like a peeled plum. Wash that thing slow and easy. Go ahead and sniff around in his crotch hair while you're at it. Your soft little snorts make for some sweet tunes. Now get the other nut, Skip. You're such a natural..right at home with Scott's junk in your mouth. Now open really really wide and see if you can suck up both those rocks in your mouth."
I could.
" Now roll `em around like a big pair of dice. Good! Now spit one out."
Plouew!
"Good boy! Now the other.
Plouew!
Now get in there like you're going to work those mothers right out through the bottom of the bag. Scott can take it. Let me hear you snarfing and slurping, little guy.
I did.
"Sorry to interrupt all your good advice to Skip, Bri, but I want you to meet our other young guest who's standing in the doorway, naked from a swim and looking confused and embarrassed as hell. That's Josh."
"Well hello there Josh!' Brian's voice brightened and soared.
"Josh this is Brian...Brian Stone. You better be saying Mr. Stone, though. That's what your preacherman dad would want, don't you think?
"Uuuuh, hello Mr. Stone. Pleased to...uh meet you." I could practically hear Josh freeze up.
"Glad to meet you, little guy! A preacher's kid, huh? You must be all kinds of clean and pure, inside and out! Full of the milk of human kindness, I'll bet. Got the spark of way down inside you, trying to get out, I'll bet."
"Uhhhhh...maybe," said Josh.
"Spark...Sparky? Yeah, Brian! I think you've hit on something there. I'll bet you'll be hitting on Sparky here a whole lot!"
"Sparky, Mr. Stone's a friend of mine from way back. A real bosom-buddy. He's been nice enough to advise your friend Skippy here on certain subjects. Skip's been applying himself, but he's still keeps doing things that make him a bad boy. I can't help but think that if he weren't so naughty, he could do a better job. Whadayathink? Want to help us with your buddy here?"
"Um, sure, Sco...uh, Mr. Grimes. I'd be glad to help, I guess. Just tell me what to do."
"Exactly the right thing to say there, Sparky! Say it again."
Just tell me what to do!"
"Oh, I'll do that, son. I'll do that. So will Mr. Stone."
"Skip! At my side, NOW,"
I jumped to.
"Joshie, pull up that stool and put it where Skip was. You'll need to be close to see what to do."
"Bri, go through those tunes by the box and get We Will Rock You. Then grab that jar of utility zip ties and get back here, get a couple of those little cups and put em on the other bench.
We all did as we were told.
"Skippy, lay your gut on my lap, spread your legs and put both your hands on the floor. Give me a slow count to 200. Make sure we can here you."
My dick went hard in an instant. So did Scott's. Its heat seemed to brand its shape into my abs
"1...2...3..." as I muttered my mission, I had to strain to hear Scott talking.
"Look here Joshman. See, Skip's tender little pink pucker is the key to a lot of things. I think it has something to do with how naughty Skip can be! Here's my middle finger. Open your mouth and suck it a minute...yeah, you know, like you did my thumb, the big hard thumb."
"Good job, little dude. Now watch. See the thing skate around and around Skip's little Mr. Winkie here? It's kinda like a cork going around and around in a toilet, but not going down the drain. Now watch what happens when just the end of it touches the middle of his pucker. See that thing pooch up and like it's trying to bite or something? That's why I've got to ...WHAP WHAP... smack it with a couple of fingers to show it who's the boss! There see, now it's all tight and pouty now? Pussy's got to learn its place."
"23...24..25.."
"Now you try. Wet a finger. NOT MY MOUTH, STUPID!...your mouth. There you go. Good and wet. You're a natural, I tell you. Now do the little circle dance until those pink pussy lips begin to feel nice and safe and start to open up for you. Gooooodddd job! Keep going. Now every so often just spit a wad right on that little hole and slowly work it in. Make our little sunshine boy feel really good. You want your buddy to feel good, don't you? Okay. Now do another little test. See if Mr. Finger can go inside for a bit and look around."
"You know, when he squirms around on your finger, his abs give me major wood. He's making my dick so happy it's starting to drip. Reach under there a minute and catch that drip. Yeah! Now see if our little dude is dropping the dew too."
"He is? Great! Now look at that glistening goo on your finger. See how much of it you can get in him before his pussy snaps shut again?
"60...61...62..."
`Shit Sparky! That ungrateful little knot is trying to keep you out after all you've done for it! Sit back a minute and watch."
"74...75...76..AAAAAAAAAAAayyyyyyy!"
Scott smack-slapped one of my cheeks, then the other. Again and again.
"KEEP COUNTING PUNK!"
Blam, blam, blam, he smacked me good.
"Aaaay88...unnkkk!89..."
"There, Josh, my friend. Let's see if Mr. Winkie's nicer to your finger now."
Mr. Winkie apparently had an attitude problem.
Scott coached Josh through several more series of rubbing, spitting, and spanking.
"171...172..."
"Josh, I don't think we're getting where we want to go here. Get your finger really wet, then reach around his cheek and up his crack. I'm going to keep pinking up those globes. When I say `Get it!' You slip him the digit. All the way. Don't pause, don't wait. Just run it in there like a pencil in some pudding.
A lot more smacking, finger licking, reaching around happened.
"189ahhkkk...190..."
"GET IT DONE, JOSH!"
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH Josh gigged me like a frog.
SMACK SMACK SMACK....AAAAAAAHHHHHHH 195..."
"Now stir that finger in his hole Josh. All around the sides, then deep as you can go."
Smack smack smack smack smack.
"200............."
Silence.
"God but you did a great job, Josh! Look at that pussy's ass! Hot red and ready. You made that pussy-pucker purr. I think it's kind of fagged out now, maybe waiting to wake up again. Hey yeah! Give it a little kiss and see if the princess wakes up any."
I felt Josh's soft warm breath on my burning cheeks, his hands carefully pulling my butt cheeks apart. A pause. Then an oh-so-gentle kiss where my current universe was situated.
"Awwwwww! Ain't that the cutest thing you ever saw? What are friends for, right Josh? That hot pucker is all buttery and melty, pouty and damp now isn't it? So you're going to stick your little pink pussy licker right in the butter and spread it around now, aren't you. Here, let me help"
I felt my best friend's face slowly forced into my crack. His lips actually pulled my pucker apart and a very hot and very wet tongue sank into me. The heat of my spanked cheeks baked his face.
"Mmmmm, slurp, slllhsshhh."
`That's it! A little humming, a little singing. Makes my cock happy. I think it wants to be happier though. It's time to make some more music. We'll get Skippy here to sing for us some more! Get your pretty lips out of his ass and run your little melons up to the kitchen. Haul back a couple a teaspoons...double time!"
Teaspoons?
Part 9
Then things happened really fast.
Scott lifted me off his lap, turned me to face him and barked, "Stay, pup!"
Brian walked over to us with the thick black zip ties. "Here they are. boss. The music's cued and ready for the button.
"Great Bri! Tie his arms double in back and get him ready for the cinch."
Brian grabbed me and snapped a band around each arm just above the elbow, then one on each of my wrists. Snug, but not paining me. Pulling both behind me he used another set of ties to bind each wrist ring to the one on the opposite elbow. This pushed my chest out and up. My nipples perked up to a couple of hard points for some reason.
Scott reached up and twiddled each nub, then pinched `em a few times. My dick jumped to the rhythm. "We got ourselves a little music maker here, Bri. Just wait and see. Do his legs while I make him squeal."
And squeal I did as Scott leaned in to suck and chew on my little nips. He nibbled, nipped and pulled. It was fucking intense.
Brian smirked at my whining while he put a band at the top of each of my thighs, then another one on each ankle. "Plant your ass on your heels, little guy, and stay there.
I squatted, getting a break from Scott's mouth, and waited while Brian looped another set of ties, to link each ankle to the same hip. I was stuck there on the floor with my own heels pulling my cheeks open, impossible to straighten my legs.
Coming through the door, a winded Josh sang out, "Got `em, Mr. Grimes!"
"Good boy, Josh. You're a great help. Come here and help get your little buddy ready."
He and Brian did just that as Scott laid out what to do.
"Pick Skip up and set him right in front of my flagpole. He's got some saluting to do before he sings his little some more." Scott leaned back again then pulled my head toward his salami. "Open suck-a-me!" he said.
I opened and was pulled onto the meat that was once again waving in my face. This was getting to be more familiar all the time.
"Now listen and learn, Joshboy. Squat behind him and feel right there between his balls and his boy pussy. Feel what happens when I do this."
While I sucked away, Scott grabbed both my nipples and twisted a bit.
"Ummmnnnnnphh!" I grunted around my man meal My dick bobbed a bit, my taint tightened and my little pucker tried to disappear to nothing.
"Feel that? Every time I twist these boy buttons, Skip gets a little tense. Cool, huh, Josh?
"Well, yeah...I guess so Mister Grimes."
I could hear Brian chuckling softly and start to stroke his own dick to hardness while I serviced Scott's account.
"Wait until you feel what happens when I do this to little scout here." Scott pulled the end of one middle finger back with the end of his thumb, leaned forward `til his hand was by my ball bag, then flicked my left ball.
"Hressssess hreeeeiiiiisss!!!" I screamed around the trumpet mute in my mouth.
"Awesome sound, right, little dude? Well just you wait!"
Scott nodded the go-ahead to Brian.
Joshman, stand up and help Skipper on the stage, said Brian.
Puzzled, Josh stood and looked at the big muscled blond man for what to do.
"We each take an arm and a leg, pick him up. Turn him around and rest his little winky on its favorite pussy pole."
Ppppwwwwwwaaaa...my sucking moth was pulled off the Scot's tube steak as I was lifted and turned in place. Then...I could feel a great, hot living thing waiting at the center of my helpless little hole.
"Gentlemen, a little rhythm, if you will. The guys dropped me an inch, caught me and brought me back up again. Once, twice, three times. My hole could fell the thick slime I'd slathered on Scott's knob. That battering ram hardened even more and started its assault.
POP!!!
"Oooooohhhhhhmmmmmyyyyyyyffuuuccckkkinggooooooodddddd!,' I yelled. Then I just plain started yelling.
"A little more, if you please gentlemen. You're doing great!" Scott said pleasantly while I screamed on.
Like they'd practiced for days, Brian and Josh worked together perfectly. All three of us were starting to sweat as I rose and fell, rose and fell, ever lower. Now a bunch of inches were right up my alley. Then my hole kissed the knob again.
High, low, up down, I sank for what felt like a foot, to finally sit on the big guy's crotch curls while my hole tried to do something about its invader, but kept finding out there was not a way in hell to get that thing out of there. I could only sits there, moaning quietly to myself. Josh and Brians waited for more orders.
"Brian, I sure as shit love to hear this kid scream with my dick in his guts. His pussy kind of spasms, and then just fucking gives up. It knows when daddy's hard at work. What a hot wet hole I'm soaking in!
"Skippy, you feel that stick aiming for your heart?"
`Ahhh, aaaiiihhhh, aaaihhhh," I could only hyperventilate. Feeling every inch of that impaling rod, I could only sit there, my pussy lips resting on Scott's pubs. Well, actually, I could keep whimpering and I did.
"Pure music, Skip. Probably time for a little more whining and weeping, eh kid? Time work his titlettes now, Bri."
Well, the cups turned out to be those things from a snake bit kit.
"Mouth," said Scott.
I opened... he put `em in.
"Almost ready guys!" Scott brayed, pinching and twisting my nubby tenders yet again.
"Mouth!"
I opened again to let his big fingers to pluck out the soaked suction cups.
"These go here." Brian captured each of my pitiful nubs in a hard sucking little sleeve. They really worked those tender tidbits. Not pain, really. The things just sat there continually trying to suck out something that wasn't there. They were really good at it too. My pinky points were caught, perpetually trying to give up something they didn't have, but would be really really wished they could.
I whined...I whined a lot.
It felt like the great hardness in my ass linked up somehow with the tugging pinch on my nips. My attention ran from one to the other like a batter caught between bases.
"Sparky, my friend. Let's take a break here for a minute. We need a moment here. You did a good job helping Brian get Skip ready for his big audition, but I think maybe you've got a little bit of an `tude problem. What do you say?"
"Gggggosh Mr. Grimes! Stammered Josh, eyes again wide open in surprise. He was doing that a lot.
"I really tried and everything. Whatever you and Mr. Stone said, I tried...I'm sorry for not being good enough, I...I..."
"Well I think when someone isn't up to the mark that a little bit of correction is in order. Whadddayasaaaaay Josh?'
`Uhhhh, whatever you say, Mr. Grimes. (Brian's snorted and chuckled in the background.)
"Mmmmm, good boy! Right answer, Josh. I'm thinking you need to do something you've never done. See if you can man up and battle your way through it. See if you're up to following orders, if you really want to take one for the team here."
"Uhhhh...well, okay, Mr. Grimes...I guess so."
"Joshie, I'm thinking that a manly kid like you would have a hard time doing something that usually girls do, right?"
Josh turned red from his neck to his scalp.
"I suppose we could make you wear...nah, that's not it. Scott seemed to be thinking.Well, maybe you could let yourself...no, not that either." Snap went his fingers. "I've got it! I'll bet you would really really hate to have another guy's dick in your mouth, wouldn't you?
Impossibly, Joshes blush got even redder. "No, please, ...well...if you say I gotta do it, I guess I...but geez, do I really..."
"Okay Josh, easy there, little guy. We've got a deal then. (Cooking away happily in my hot wet quim, Scott's dick throbbed a secret little tom-tom beat of victory.) We'll go easy here. You just put knees on the floor and get Skippy's little red knob between your teeth., but no sucking. No sucking at all! You hear me Josh?"
A hundred emotions passing over his face, Josh slowly knelt like he was at a guillotine. His teeth made a sharp edge around the top flange of my mushroom and caught at the tender spot underneath, denting the flesh, but not really biting. He'd trapped me on his sharp teeth like a bottle opener on a beer cap.
"Perfect Josh! I knew you could do it! You are such a fucking good boy! I knew you could show us what kind of a man really are." Looking down, I actually saw Josh grin around my knob, teeth never leaving their mission."
Part 10
"But...,Josh. Close your lips when you've got food in your mouth!"
Josh's shocked face cancelled his grin as his soft lips closed over his teeth...and my knob. Josh's mouth began to water, and he coughed a bit.
"Josh baby. Don't choke to death. When that slop collects or Skip drips, swallow it down. You can cup it in your tongue and still do your duty, dude. If you cough or move much, your teeth are going to make Skip's tender little bit hurt like hell, so better hold real still."
Josh's wet tongue began to tickle under my piss hole as he caught and swallowed his own spit. My whole dick shuttered and pulled a bit against those sharp immoveable teeth. Trapped in torment, it got harder and harder. My balls pulled up trying to hide back in my body somewhere.
"Hold the line there Josh! Make sure he doesn't go anywhere!"
"Unnnnnnnnn," I heard myself moan. My dick jerked a little again, in kind of a panic, I guess. Sharp teeth, tense dick, licking tongue. A little ring cycle was established. I whimpered and moaned some more. Couldn't help myself.
"See, he's getting his voice warmed up all ready! Josh, you keep playing his bass line just like that. Brian, give me the spoons. Let's add some percussion."
Taking the table tools from his ever smirking wingman, Scott held one up for Josh and me to see.
"Remember what happened earlier when I shot his little marble with my finger? Well, listen to the sound this makes.!"
With slow drama, the cup of the spoon got closer and closer to my oh-so-sensitive nuts.
Tap. Tap tap. Tap TAP!
Unng, Unng unnng, UUUNNNNNGG UNG! A grunt started deep in my throat and rose to a squeal
"There it is gentleman. The beginning of sweet, sweet music! Brain, I want your mouth on little Skip's. I want to see your tongue reaching down for his stomach. Work your spit right down into his gut. Keep the kid's voice lubricated while I light his fire.
Brian jumped to, sticking his mouth muscle as far down my gullet as he could get it. He felt around, and beat my tongue into submission, all the while sucking up my breath each time I exhaled. I was consumed.
"Bri...start the music, please."
Click. From huge speakers hidden somewhere in the ceiling came Eddie Mercury.. "Buddy you're a boy...make the big noise --
" WHAM WHAM BOOM, WHAM WHAM BOOM..."
Needles on my knob, tongue down my gullet, a pair of steel spoons tapping my balls. It was all kind of gentle at first.
Right left right. Left right left. Right left right...my balls got smacked.
I heard a really lame little whine somewhere. Turned out it was coming from me. Starting way down in my chest somewhere, it slowly moved up to my throat, getting a little louder, a little louder. Brian kept sucking up the sound.
WHAM WHAM BOOM. Right left right.
A hard ache started in my balls, then started to grow like a sunrise, brighter and brighter.
"Guys! I wish you could feel this pussy on my cock. On each wack, his little cunt fist tries to punish my pole, tries and tried to choke it. Too bad it always, always loses. Too bad my pole keeps winning. Can you feel his tender little knob pulse in your mouth Josh? Pretty cool, huh? Don't let you little friend go! Hold the line there, buddy. Be the man here. Do it for the team."
As my goaning and whimpering got louder and louder, Brian kept drinking my noise. In return hot wet sit oozed down my throat. I gulped again and again between sobs. My balls hurt and twitched, my pussy hurt and spasmed, my dick hurt and pulsed. I only got harder. It was wonderful.
The whole concert began to pick up. Frantic tongue, tighter teeth, jittering frightened dick in pain, ever harder tapping on my poor round tenders, more panic in my pussy.
Scott began an upward fuck, bouncing me on his thick spike. WHAM WHAM BOOM. Bounce bounce bounce, a pounding in unison with the smacking of my balls.
My knob was really starting to hurt now.
My balls were freaking. They kept trying to climb up and away from the spanking spoons, spoons that helped paddle them on their way.
More. More. More!
Yeah. You understand, don't you?
"SSSPPPPlllaaaaaattt...ssspuuuuurrrttt...sssslsuuuurpppp."
My body convulsed as my cock puked out its snot in terror. My whines rose like a cop siren, drowning out Brian's growling in my mouth, and the laughter and repeated "Hell fuck yeah's" that Scott shouted as he and I came together and we all heard Freddie Mercury break into "We are the champions..."
Brian dove down my throat for a victory lap and vacuumed my breath completely while Josh gulped and gurgled as my spunk slithering down his food pipe.
"Now that's music, guys!" Scott crowed as we all collapsed in a heap of wet sex.
Wow! It was only Sunday morning! After our group meltdown, the men ordered us off to bed while they retired to the bar in the den for a night cap.
I followed Josh up the stairs. We were a couple of hurting units, let me tell you. Josh walked like a zombie new from the grave. I just walked funny. I don't know how my ass and dick could be so sore, so red and yet so happy at the same time. We piled into my bed and slept like the dead.
Waking up I didn't see Josh anywhere. My throat felt a little raw and when I went to yawn I croaked. All that screaming and moaning, I guess. I was a little worried about Josh. Hell, I was a little worried about me.
I started picking up the house, cleaning up the gym, putting stuff in the wash. I tip-toed past the room where I heard men's snoring and got a thermos of coffee and some juice on the table for Josh and me. I took a really quick shower and ran back to the kitchen, still drying my hair.
Josh was sitting at the table, eyes down...looking like a little lost kid.
Silently I slipped into the chair across from him. Sliding him a glass of juice and a cup of coffee, I watched him from under my eyelashes. We swallowed in silence.
"Josh, come on and give me a hand with one of the bedrooms, okay?"
Eyes still on the floor, he stood up and followed me quietly. We found a room with a couple of twin beds, dusted it and changed the sheets.
"Josh, sit a minute. I'm really getting worried about you, man. I didn't know any of this shit was coming down. I'm sooooo...." I sat down on the edge of the bed across for him.
"Skip,"he whispered. He looked like a little kid, lost and alone, scared to move. "I can't...I really don't... FFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!! I can't believe how FUCKIN' much I love all this shit! I feel amazing!! Talk about born again!! This is it for me, buddy! You should have seen your face when Mr. Grimes made you..."
I stared at him. Here I thought he was having a breakdown and he was really having some come-to-Jesus sex moment. He was rattling on like a machine gun.
"...and then when Mr. Stone jammed his..."
My jaw hanging, I listened to my best bud do a replay of Josh's Hottest Moments, his face flushing more and more, his hand slipping to his hardening dick and starting to stroke. Looking down, I saw that my own hand had found its way to my own favorite body part and was setting up a winning rhythm.
"God but I loved it when they made you..."
Josh and I locked eyes. Our beating fists synchronized somehow and moved ever faster as his voice rose higher and higher. Our rowing team was on its way to winning.
"...and when he smacked your balls and I swallowed you jizz and..."
Simultaneously we started to shoot, each bending forward, our mouths on the head of the other's cock just as we qeysered hot lava.
Glluuouuuubb sluuurrrrppp,, slloouuuuuuuuglubb...
All was fucking well. We were best buddies again.
As we caught our breaths once more, we heard Mr. Grimes pass by in the hallway.
"Hey little fellas! Take the rest of the day off. Bri and I have business, family, some planning and stuff. Be out at the barbeque at 5:00 and bring your phones. Dinner and more surprises in store.
I looked at Josh. His eyes were big and round again.
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!"