Skippy Written by Studstick Fifth Installment
Scott Grimes (Studstick@mail.com)
Part 11 In Which The Boys Are Happily Fed
4:45... and we were there, our phones in hand. The gas grill was heating up. We were too.
The men were naked, of course. Brian was at the side table chopping stuff, his dick hanging long. Scott was on his abs on a towel by the pool, shades at his eyes, head to one side, phone at his ear, laughing away.
"Hey guys, "Brian called out, "Glad you could make it! Josh, I need your help over here. Skippy, go see if Scott needs anything."
I watched my buddy go over to the big hunky blond, his wide eyes roving over the rippling muscles as the Brian worked.
Pausing, Brian said to Josh, "Hey sport, my two balls, your mouth, now!" He kept chopping but took a step backward so Josh could crawl between his legs, turned and kneel so he could gobble both those big rocks into his mouth - an over-eager chipmunk staring up at his favorite tree.
"Still laughing and talking on his phone, Scott lifted his sunglasses and raised an eyebrow at me. "Mpwooh, mpwooh." His mouth made little kissing sounds while he pointed a finger at his ass, spread his legs and moved up onto to his elbows...still talking.
The sun put a spotlight on his pale brown pucker. Tiny jewels of sweat had gathered in its little nest of hair, a protective little brush forest around hidden clearing. He flexed first one cheek, then the other. An invitation to dine. So I set to work.
Scott didn't make it easy. With my chin on his balls and my tongue reaching down his chute, I had to snort and root my way back in again and again after he'd tense his cheeks to push my face away from the prize. Those globes were fucking strong man! He really made a game of it. After a while, all I was only aware of the sound of my slurping, the sloppy spit on my nose and mouth, and the incredible smell of the man. I was damn well going to get in there or else!
SNAP! His fingers grabbed my attention.
Sitting up a bit, I saw him lift his sunglasses again. Still with the phone to his ear, he silently mouthed, "Cum on my hole and eat it raw."
As I straddled his thighs and began working up yet another load, I could hear in on his phone.
"Yeah honey. I'm sorry the kiddies are crying for their daddy. I miss them too. And I know your poor pussy is crying too, all empty and lonely, huh girl? Well, my little pussy hunter is crying too. Drop by drop. Daddy dick misses your pussy too. Poor Daddy just has to just make do, you know? I watch stuff and shit, try this and that, you know. Gotta keep your favorite stud here happy. Gotta keep these balls from busting out of desperation.
"Other than that, things are good here."
"Remember that young guy I told you my parents are sort of helping out with college? Yeah, that one. He's a big help all around. He knows what to do, how to follow directions. Really helps out around here, helps keep me happy for sure. Bit of a brown nose though (he lifted his specs and winked again.) You know, that clean-cut eager-beaver eagle scout thing, like he can't do enough for ya? He's got all that going. He's really into service.
"Yeah, I'll be sure to tell him for you. Bye now, hon. See you soon. Keep it hot and wet for me!"
He signed off just as I dropped my nut on his wet hot pucker. I scooted down to finish my assignment like a good boy.
"Skippy, my wife says to tell you `thank you' from her."
"We're about ready guys! Brian called us to the table area while stepping back and pulling his nuts out of Josh's friendly face. Scott manned the grill and the layout of brats and wieners beside it.
"Skippy and Sparky...together again, hey guys? We've got some seriously meat for you two horn dogs. I fired up a few earlier and kept them warm for you. Look at those hot greasy long ones! You're going to love my special rub!"
He watched us watching him as he pick up a brat and rubbed it between his balls and the top of one leg, first one side, then the other. Then he held it under his nose like a fine cigar, inhaled and smiled.
"Whadayathink, kids? Primo, right?" He whipped the big brat across my upper lip, then on Josh's. The smell went right to our dicks...dicks that were quickly fleshing out again and were firming up to the max.
"Brian's going to take it from here, aren't you Bri? Show these little studs your downward dog!"
The ever smirking Brian turned his back on us, widened his stance and folded at the hip. Back straight, he angle to the ground where he planted his fist and heels. Perfect form. Perfect too, the pale flesh ring of tender ass pucker, nude of even his light blond hair. All form, ready to function.
"Ready Bri?" Scott put one hand on the blond's meaty left cheek. With his other he brought the brat to Mr. Winkie and slowly, firmly screwed it into the waiting channel, leaving about an inch of the rounded end peaking out. A very tender, vulnerable little nub of meat.
"So, Skip, show us what you got. No hands get that think in your gut. NOW! Get the wiener, get the wiener, boy!"
I hopped to, or rather, knelt to. Great man smell. Completely different from Scott's. Not as earthy, a little sweeter maybe. The still warm meat end slipped between my lips. I gave it a slow little tug, then used my teeth teased it out a bit more. Slurping around Brian's ring, I chewed and swallowed what I could so far suck out. God, it was good. Lips, tugging teeth, slurp, chew and swallow. I set up a rhythm that fed my stomach while it fed my soul. Brian wriggled and giggled a little...giggling while he gave up the goods. In less than a minute I'd worked the whole wiener.
"Good boy, Skip, you little meat hound! Now we'll watch Sparky go for the bone.
"Brian, on your back, straight leg side splits." The blond muscle model dropped and rolled over easily, wishboning his legs wide. He lifted his head to watch the upcoming action.
Hand on a ham, other hand screwing in the link, Scott finished by holding his middle finger up to Josh's lips. "Sparky...suck!" He got on it.
Popping the thing out of Josh's mouth, he touched the end of the protruding meet, slowly pushing it way up Brian's poop pipe. "Gee, Joshie. Your bone disappeared in there somewhere. Look's like you're going to be working hard for one, don't you think? Get your din din, Sparky. Go get it! Dig it out little guy."
Josh did his shocked, big round eye thing, then lay flat out on the ground and hooked his nose under Brian's big bag of balls. Snarfing and sucking was all we could hear as Josh twisted and smashed his face between the Brian's hard buns. His eager lips we worked all around Brian's smooth and tender ring, squeezing and tickling, doing their best to get the prize. They puckered and pried opening that knot and sucking for the prize. The sound of concentrated ass sucking filled the air.
Satisfaction and smugness took turns blooming on Brian's face.
"Oh my fucking god, you fucking...felching...faggot. Suck out that damn thing and get it down your throat!"
Josh did.
"Okey, little dudes," said Scott, "the rest of dinner is on both of us."
Scott and Brian sat on opposite sides of the outdoor table, leaning in, talking over the jazz music played on the pool speakers. Their plates were heaped with potato salad, corn on the cob, and links. They'd eat and wash the stuff down with gulps of beer, a cooler full of cans beside them. The glass table top let them look down and see Josh and me, once again cleaning their crotches, lazily nuzzling and licking. Fingers, balls, cocks...their tender groin creases. We each sat on our asses with a buttered corn on the cob up our holes.
As the men talked, they'd maybe lean back and put a spoonful of potato salad in their pubs for us to snarf up, dribble some beer down their cocks for us to drink, or finger a bite of meat into our mouths. They liked to bit off some burger and bun, drop it in their hand and slip it to us under the table. Like dogs we were, indeed. If we had tails, they'd be wagging. We of course knew what was going to happen with the corn in our butts.
The guys talked on overhead, planning an plotting.
"I was thinking we could take them to..."
"Great idea! When we get them tied up like that we can..."
"That particular video turned out to most excellent, especially the part where Skip had my..."
We couldn't really hear what they were saying. Every once in a while Scott would say "Switch it!" and we would pull ourselves away from the man in our mouth and crawl over to worship the other one.
From time to time they'd reach down, offer one of us a chunk of food and tell one of us to feed the other. We ate, fed each other, sucked a lot of face, sipped a lot of dribbling beer, downed a lot of dick.
Quite a picnic.
Above us the guys went on, "Yeah, I want Skippy to so hot that he'll...," or " While you're dicking him, I'll be...
Seems like Josh and I were in for a whole summer of treats.!
Part 12 In Which Josh's First Time Will Always Be Remembered
We really were hoping the big guys would feed us their loads. But it wasn't going to happen. At least, not yet.
"You two clean up things later. Right now just dip your boy buns in the pool and get back here fast. Meet us in the gym." Scott ordered. "We're all going to make a moment for little Joshie here," said Scott.
Of course, if he said it, it would happen.
Josh and I were shivering a little, cold from the pool, but more so from some worrying and waiting. Just waiting.
Scott was adjusting the security cameras bit, while Brian moved some big equipment around.
"Ah yes! Skippy and Sparky, together again... eager and able. Drop and give me 20 push-ups, then roll and do 30 curls. Hop up and show me ten pull ups. Make sure you do it all together too," Scott muttered.
His mutter was our command. Carefully watching each other from the corners of our eyes, Josh and I nearly touched as we went through the reps. We started to get pink all over, to sweat and shine a bit, and breathe a little heavier. By the time we finished the pull-ups, Scott was in front of us and had our junk in his hands. When we dropped to the floor, he tightened his grip a bit and we popped back up on our toes to try to take the pressure off our balls. He eased up a bit and we slowly eased our heels down to the floor. We could feel his breath on our shoulder, smell his afternoon sweat mingled with whiffs of food.
"Hand behind your heads, guys." We did it.
Rolling our balls with his finger, Scott continued.
"Skippy, my little friend, you are going to have more of your favorite meat for dessert, some pole pudding too, this time. But, Josh boy...Brian and I have a truly fine finish set up for you. You see, you're still cherry, not like my guy Skippy here. I popped his jam jar good and it'll never recover.
But you see, Josh, the thing is, Brian's really had his eye on you. (Josh froze in place, his breath barely moving in and out.)
"Actually, Bri's had his eye on your little teen pussy and those two pink hams that try to keep it safe. Sadly, they are not going to be up to the job. Tonight Brian's big blond pig sticker is going right up your tiny and oh-so-tender twink twat...all the way! It's going to do it again and again til your guts feel like they're cooking. I think you're going to get to liking it after a while. I sure hope so, cause I'm going to love seeing your face while this all happens and I know for damn sure that Bri's going to love making it happen. Skip's going to be busy elsewhere, but he'll be able to hear anything you'll be needing to tell us about it all. I'll bet you'll be really good at expressing yourself, don't you?"
Rolling my eyes to the side, I could see Josh had that whole frozen-in-shock thing going on. The only thing not frozen was his hefty dick that started to lengthen down an inch or two, then point across the room and up the wall. It stayed it finished pointing at the ceiling, Happily pulsing in time to his heart beat. Little drops of fear sweat started trickling down his pit hairs. His mouth opened a bit and he started panting softly. His eyes were glazed. Little Joshie's motor was revving up for his big race.
Brian had moved a bar stool close to the weight rack and pulled a weight bench close in front of it. Scott let go of my junk and pulled Josh over by the weight bench by his `nads.
"Face the wall and straddle the bench, Sparky-boy!"
Scott positioned my frightened and horny friend with his hip bones against the weight bar on the bench. He walked around and fastened Skip's right hand, then left to cuffs hanging pretty high on the weight wall. Josh looked like a gymnast landing off a high-bar...chest out, head up, arms front and high, locked in place. His knees were bent a little, but that turned out to be a rather helpful.
Sitting on the bar stool with his back to the weight wall, Mr. Grimes' forehead nearly touched Josh's and their eyes were in kissing distance. On the wall behind Scott were a couple of cameras that stared into Josh's face, along with the man himself. I think they were going for a closeup. I was, of course, on my knees with the main man's cock in my mouth. Josh's stone-hard dick rested lightly on the back of my neck.
Later when I saw the video, I couldn't believe how they could do it, but Josh's eyes seemed to get even bigger. Standing behind josh with a big shit eating grin, Brian's face as he slipped a couple of sweatbands on his wrists and picked up a squirt bottle of warmed lube. He squirted a glob in his hands then wiped some across his stubbly chin. He then rubbing his palms to fire up the oil, smacked his mitts on Josh's rump, pulled the cheeks apart and burrowed between them with his chin, grinding his emery paper stubble right into Josh's tender little ring.
Josh's jaw dropped and he yelled out,
"Ohhhhhhmmmmmyyyyhooolllllyyyyffffff ffffuuuuucccckkkkkkiiiiinnnnngggggoooooooooooood!!!!!"
While, Josh was having an in-the-body-experience, Scott's cock was doing its dick dance in my throat. I felt very at home, so did his cock.
"Bri and Josh, I know you guys are all busy and shit, but I really wish you both could see what I'm looking at!" said Scott.
"Sparky's crossing new frontiers here! His little sex face is a thing of true beauty. His brows pooch up like one of those Greek tragedy masks, and that pretty mouth makes that weird pouty shape when his gasps and pants. Man, his breath feels real steamy when I suck it out of him. And ya know, his soft little eyes seem they're seeing visions or something. Looks like he feels so good it fuckin' hurts!
"You know, Skip, you're doing great on my meat there. Keep it up. You like it, it likes you. You can play with your little dangle too, if you want, but be fuckin' damn sure you don't cum until I give the word...and make goddamn sure you have your hand there to catch your mess."
Cock in mouth, I nodded carefully. By now I knew I could follow orders pretty well.
Scott continued, "Joshie-boy, you're looking kind of lost here. I guess Bri stopped grinding his chin in your pucker, huh?. Your pussy patch feeling a little lost and lonely back there? I bet you wonder what my bro's going to do to you next!"
I could hear more oil squirting, then some slithering sounds.
`Joshie, I think Bri's about ready to knock on your back door maybe? What do you think that's going to fucking feel like? Just imagine kid -- that big blond twink breaker beating on your little knot, looking around for a great place to play hide and seek, maybe. Yea, you can't see it but I can tell you can feel that big thing huffin' and puffin', ready to get in there and tear your little house apart. You're looking nervous, little dude. Tell you what, I'll help you out here with the whole suspense thing. I'll give you some numbers to go by.
"Get ready Bri. Ram it on my count...3...2...1..GET IT INNNNNNNN!!!!!"
Brian complied. He did it with a hell of a lot of enthusiasm too. Apparently he did it in a really really big way.
"Yyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" crowed Scott's wingman as he punched straight into my buddy's guts.
I could hear the Josh grab a chestful of air like he'd never get another one, then starting with a growl that began somewhere down in his balls. A mighty roar grew up from his guts, spinning every higher, passing a tenor squeal to become a great blaring falsetto screech.
I didn't know anyone could make that sound!
Brian was snorting like a train. He was going from zero to sixty in about five seconds. He punched fucked poor Josh's guts without pause, without mercy.
Josh was gasping huge gulps of air, then yelling his head off. Between all the panting and wheezing, he'd scream, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Gulp air, gulp air, then another "AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Apparently his crush, Brian, wasn't going easy on him. His puppy eyes looked a little sad, maybe. Surprised of course. After all, we're talking about Josh here.
"Break em fast and breed em hard...that's Brian's way, eh Skip?" said Scott. I was eating dick like a starved pig, corkscrewing up and down Scott's lunch loaf. When I'd get to the bottom, I'd reach out with my tongue, grab up my spit as it started to run down his balls, pull back, then plunge in again. Hitting bottom, I'd try reaching with my lips trying gather up his crotch curls.
" I so fucking wish you could see your own face, Josh. Oh wait! You will baby. I forgot to tell you, Brian's doing a documentary, of course. This one's on how to tame a twink. We've got cameras practically everywhere but up your sweet little patoot! Maybe next time we can figure that one out too."
"This is sooooo cool to watch, Brian. Looks like Sparky's moving his little rear up, down and all around. Can you hear him start to growl and whimper now? That's the sound of a twink with an increasingly happy twat! And you, my big huff and puff stud, you sure as hell sound like you're coming into the station soon."
At some point Josh had clearly turned a corner and was in now deeply in love with the spike that split him. The cold fear sweat he's started with had morphed into a hot wet sex slick that covered his body. He was horn-dogging that big dick in his ass, bouncing back on it like his buns were basketballs, grinding his hole on that spile like he was full of poison ivy and needed to scratch himself to death. His screeching had simmered down to become a string of low needy moans, like he really, really needed to get fucked some more.
He was starting to get some words back too.
"FUUUUCCCK ...THHHHHEEE SHIITT OUT OF ME Mister Stone!"
I could hear Brian doing his damndest to do just that. Apparently his prick was searching far and wide for new angles. He's slam his muscled hips right, left, pull out... grind circles as he bottomed in Josh's guts again and again. Big man mortar in tender teen pestle.
Scott's dick in my mouth was doing it's petrification thing. I could feel his knob go all taut and shiny. I think Mr. Grimes was really liking what he saw in front of him.
Josh's prick tip was so hot, it felt like it was burning the back of my neck. My own little crotch cannon was ready to fire on command...my balls were somewhere between yellow and red alert, banging themselves against the base of my dick.
Scott started a slow count down from 10.
"8...7...6...," Calm, easy, his voice tightened a little bit. I later saw on the videos how he carefully reached forward and positioned a thumb-cocked middle finger right in front of each of Josh's balls. He stared intently as Josh's eyes began to roll up in his head `til only the whites were showing. My bud was off somewhere, lost in the land of lust.
"3...2...1...CUM!
Scott's big fingers pinged Josh's tender orbs. Those poor little fuckers immediately jerked up in their sack, surprised as hell.
At exactly the same moment, Josh and Brian both yelled like they'd been hit with an axe. I felt Josh's boiling spooge fire from his dick and splat on my neck just as Scott's big Luger went off in my mouth. My own ball butter gushed into my waiting hand. Through it all, Scott howled and hooted.
Then for a few heart beats, the only sound was that of everyone catching their breath.
After a few more seconds, Scott rallied his troops.
"What a team! Sparky baby, you've been pussied out by one of the best!
" Brian, you dog! You've got another bitch in your kennel now, don't ya? He'll be humpin' your leg all night for more of your pup poker.
"I think a little drink is in order. Skip! Wipe Josh's spew off you back, swish it with my jizz in your mouth, then spit it into that Skippy juice you've got in your hand. Feed your little buddy quick! Joshie's needs a triple shot of protein.
I swiped, spit, hopped to, and turned...
Josh hung in his cuffs, eyes staring blankly as he chest heaved for more air. I slowly lifted my hand and saw him focus on that big glop of palm pudding. When it got to his lips, his nostrils flared and his pupils widen. His square sex-face-mouth pooched up like a carp and he sucked up that slop, slurping at my palm like a starving wolf. It tickled.
Scott seized the moment of course, like everything else. Suck a suck-up Sparky! I think you've found another thing you're going to be really good at. You kids are such eager beavers! So hungry for knowledge and new experiences! Wait the fuck `til you two are in college! I think you guys'll make Brian and me proud!"
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!"