Skippy Written by Studstick Eighth Installment Written by Scott Grimes (Studstick@mail.com)
Part 17 In Which We Learn One Man's Meat is the Little Guys' Treat
Another day, another delivery.
When we met him at the door, it was obvious that Todd the chef (Chef Morris to us) was all about food. Well, really, he was all about food and sex. He opened his pants jerked twice, squirted a packet of mayonnaise on his dick, stuck it in Josh's mouth and shot off five or six wet blasts. He could be very efficient.
"Come boys! We've got a lot of work to do. And a lot of your work will have to do with cumming!"
Buff, gruff and just a little bit nasty, Todd ruled the kitchen with an iron dick.
After we unloaded most of a week's worth of our food from his catering truck, things started cooking. It seemed like he was always either working some of his food into us, or working us into his food
He tied me in a doorway using screws I'd not noticed before and used bungee cords to stretch me tight. I could pull and strain against them...but they relentlessly pulled me back into position no matter what I did. Ankles wide, wrists up and to the side -- I was stuck there... a giant taut starfish.
He made Josh dive for smoked clams that were stuffed up my butt, snarf out some sticky rice that he'd packed in my crack with a spatula. He buttered his own balls and had Josh lick them clean. He fed us both on buttered fettuccine, strand by strand, his mouth to ours, ours to each others. Slithery soft strands of yumiiness.
Josh and I stayed hard through it all. Real hard, and hungry for more.
Monsieur le chef pushed Josh to his knees and fitted my bud's mouth on my dick as I stood stretched in the door. When his iron was hot, he slathered it with a wad of foie gras and skewered me like a suckling pig, then did some major mortar and pestle work `til I actually squealed. I could only roll my eyes and tense my dick in Josh's gullet. Boy did I sweat and strain though. I sweated and jerked, testing every coil and spring, over and over. I was a spatchcocked chicken on tether hooks, slow cooking on his dick spit.
Todd's hot poker heated my guts, at the same time forcing my dick into Josh's patient and persistent mouth. Boy could he concentrate when he had a mouth full of meat. I began to judder and shake like an old Jeep in the wrong gear ...like I was about to rattle apart. Fuck, but it felt good!!
Chef Todd kept pounding me like he used his meat hammer, waging war against my helpless little hole. My pussy lost the battle, of course, tenderized to a pulp. At the last, it just tried desperately to hold onto Todd's big twink rammer as it twitched in my tripe. My squeals rose higher and higher until I could only rasp silently.
"Squeal some more for me, piggy! Cramp your pathetic little twat around daddy's hog. Try to choke it with your cute little cunt. You're going down, piglet! I'm going to pork you in the back porch `til you piss."
You know! He goddamn did!
Josh was dutiful, of course. Without missing a suck, he swallowed the recycled Gatorade I'd had with lunch as if nothing had happened. If it came out of a dick, Josh sucked it down. What a weird feeling, man!
Todd did a reach around and stuck an apple in my mouth, making me hold it in my teeth like a pig on a plate. "Oh my god, Josh!" I whined around the apple. "You're biting my dick man!"
Todd chimed in, "Do it, Josh! Chew that meat kid, and smack the oysters on that oinker...the more tender he is, the better. I want his goo in your guts in about 30 seconds!
I started to boil over. Todd and I both seized up as he injected me with his white shots. When I came, I could hear Josh's ball batter splat on the floor as he continued to nurse on my oh-so-tender meat. My guts happily fed on the chef's pussy paste. Warm and filling... true comfort food. After a meal like that, I could be content for a little while...well...for a moment or two, maybe.
"A good kitchen is a clean kitchen, boys. Skip! hop to and clean up Josh's mess while he heats my meat again in that deep fryer he's got for a mouth!"
I sucked up Josh's slop, polishing the tile as I went, while Josh sucked Todd off again.
For the rest of the afternoon, and into the evening, Todd milked us like barn cows, standing us on our hands and knees, side by side on a counter top, rimming our buttholes from behind. We gave and gave. He'd give us time to recover while we prepped food and clean up, then harvest us again. He used our cream in just about everything he fixed. During our down time, he had us marinade our dicks in each other's mouth.
Gotta say, though, it was a bit of a bitch to scarf anchovies out of Joshie's silky smooth ass winker. But you'd have figured on that, wouldn't you? I made myself felch every one of those little fishy fuckers, and licked his pussy clean. Don't think I could have done a real pussy like that, but for my bud...a clean and happy ass hole is not too much to expect, I'm thinking. What are friends for anyway?
Before dinner Todd had me suck maraschino cherries out of Josh's pussy then spit them into his Brandy Manhattan. Then he juiced our little kumquats again, for a cum smoothie.
During our actual dinner break, he had us gobble down mushroom parmesan risotto he ladled onto his olive-oiled pucker. No anchovies, thank god. When we were done, he made us suck him yet another time to see who could get his last nut of the day. He set a kitchen timer for three minutes and made us take turns until he boiled over and fed us yet again.
Gotta say here...those Alpha Chi Omega Kappa frat boys all had staying power.
I won the nut, of course, since I can suck one out pretty damn quickly, but since we're buds, as I said, I shared with Josh as usual. I'm thinking Josh liked licking cum out of my mouth almost as much as he loved sucking it out of a nice big dick, or a ring of ass muscle.
Before Mr. Morris left the house, he put up a bunch of Skippy-drop meringues in the freezer and a big jar of mayo laced with Josh juice in the fridge. We boys were so fucking tired, we could hardly get it up while we cleaned up the kitchen. Nevertheless, Todd put us on the floor, basted our dicks in a lightly curried gravy and left us sixty-nine-ing, each with a cucumber up our twat.
"Bye guys! I'll be back in a week or so. More treats in store! Maybe a couple a couple dozen cream tarts next time?
"Until then, bon appetit!"
Part 18 In Which The Boys Take A Delivery
"Thhhhhiiiissssss Feeeeelllllssssss so mutherfucking great, don't it?"
We were really having a very interesting week.
The delivery men above us kept on talking while Josh and I kept on sucking. We never did get their names.
"You got it, man! If little piggies could be angels these cocksuckers would be the real deal. My dick's gone to heaven, man! This twink's handling my whopper like it's meat on a plate. Little dancing eyes, little pink tongue that doesn't stop, little pug nose butting up against my curlies...all needy little pig-puppy...man, this fucker's got St. Peter in his mouth. Ffffuuuuuucccckkkkkk!
He was talking about me.
"You speak true, my friend, you do! My little wood worker could strip paint off a bowling pin and fine sand it at the same time. If my wife were anywhere near half this good, I'd stay home all day and just soak my dick in her face.
He was talking about Josh.
They went on about their work, their vacations, where to find the best burgers, where to pick up the cheapest whores, how much time they had left on their breaks, rocking forward and back, our throats their playland.
"We about finished here, ya think?" said the one, reaching down and around my dripping chin to scratch his sweating balls.
"Yeah, what the hell! Let's get it done, paesan! We got a lot more to deliver."
Truer words have seldom been spoken.
They plunged their cocks in our gobblers, yelled "FFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" at almost the same time, then douched our tonsils with their yummy muck.
"Jesus Christ!!" said one, as he pulled Josh off his dick with a loud pop. We should call these faggots Hoover and Dyson. They put machines to shame when it comes to suction.
"You shot a mouthful, man!" The other guy thoughtfully pried my mouth from his meat. "All good things must end...and this was a really good thing. Now it's back to the ol' grind. If I had the time I'd grind these two pussies into pasta. To Josh and me he added, "Maybe we'll get to fuck you two up again sometime! We deliver a lot for Stone Industries. We'd be glad to bring it anytime.
No shit! They delivered a hell of a lot. It dripped down our chins. They zipped trou', turned and headed out the door to their truck, arms on one another's shoulder, wiggling their muscled butts in a little victory dance and high-fiving.
It had all started, with the doorbell, as usual.
"DDDDRrrriiiiinnnngggg!"
On alert, on our knees, and on command, we were ready for just about anything. At first, though, we got squat.
Sweating at their pits, and chests, two certified hunks of deliverymen rolled in the front door, each pushing a hand truck with a big, obviously heavy, box marked Stone Enterprises. Both had short sleeved shirts rolled to emphasize their bulging biceps, and a button or two missing on their shirt fronts. One guy's chest shone smooth with rolling sweat, on the other, the sweat trickled down through the hairs between his nipples.
"Vitellone Brothers, we deliver! We got some shit for two somebodies named Skip and Josh. That you kids?"
Two nods.
One guy pulled an envelope off his box, tore it open and read aloud.
"This is from a Scott Grimes, Esquire. Know him you little fucks?
Looking up from the floor, we nodded again...enthusiastically.
"Okay, sign here...Says after you let us in you need to stay put. We gotta set this shit up in the den and then come back and give you more instructions. Got it?"
More nodding.
We gave them directions to the den, then waited patiently ( a little nervously, but patiently) for about ten minutes before the two studly guidos returned.
There was another envelope.
Torn open and read out, it was really no surprise.
"You two gotta head to the den. But first you two fagolas gotta blow us. Motherfuck! come get it, cocksuckers!!"
Their zips were down before we could get our faces in their crotches. Out fell big hunks of dick, happy to come visit.
We gave them a really warm welcome.
Part 19 In Which the Boys Contemplate Their Past
Josh and I wiped some of the cum off our chins on the way to the den. We immediately saw that Brian, the high and low tech mage, had been hard at work.
Set before the big screen was a low narrow table. On each side was something that looked like a chrome fire hydrant on steroids. Standing a little taller than our balls, each was capped with a saddle-like seat on a two inch piston pole. A fixed bar on each side ended below with a stirrup loop. At the center of each saddle stood some kind of robotic spike -- flat black, it was a series of smooth round balls with a bigger butt plug for a base. At the tip of each spike was a little larger ball, smooth as glass and red as ruby.
We stared.
"WWWHHHRRrrrrrr, whhhrrrrrrrr...."
Coming to life in front of us, a miracle of robotics began to unfold.
First the spikes straightened a bit, adding an inch of two to their already considerable length. The red balls began spinning slowly -- clockwise -- counter clockwise, the stopped. From ultra fine pores we could see a thick viscous gel ooze on to their surface. The balls spun again and the stuff slowly rolled down the spikes, covering each ball, washing over the plug at the bottom to finish in a little pool on the saddle.
But wait...there's more.
"MMMmmmmmrmrrrrrrr..." The spikes began to vibrate rapidly, making little rippling shock waves in the gel.
"Clickclick...clickclickclick..." The spikes began to bend -- each ball a joint that making the whole thing like some killer tentacle for a military robot or something. It was awesome!!!
I guess our eyes were pretty big.
"Hey little dudes! Wide-eyed with wonder, I see!"The giant screen flashed on and Mr. Grimes' killer looks filled the wall. He was sipping a martini.' Up with a twist', like he liked to fuck sometimes.
"Start working your tiny twinky twats down those ball spikes. You got maybe a minute and a half to get it done."
Josh and I applied ourselves vigorously while Scott continued...
"The judge called another afternoon recess, so I pulled Brian into the office again to help me train my law interns. Hey, Brian, wanna say `hey' to your favorite pussy mouth there?" Brian gave the camera a lazy salute and went back to sipping a scotch. Between his legs we could see and hear the back of a head hard at work. Intense intern!
Scott continued, I'll bet Joshie-boy wishes he had his mouth on your junk right now instead of whats-his-name there. The guy looks pretty good though. Eager, but nowhere near Josh's league, I'm thinking." Scott worked switches like a fighter pilot. His office cameras took us where he wanted, when he wanted. Of course.
I glanced at Josh. He was red and a little pissed looking. A tad jealous, I think. Somebody was stealing his glory...well, it was Brian's glory, but Josh wanted all of Brian's glory he could get. He was starting to drool though, watching Brian's big dick get worked on by some three piece suited guy on his knees. Brian's pole was slimed to the max.
Scott dipped his drink toward the head in his own pants. "Skippy..this here's somebody else -- some different what's-his-name, I forget. Not important." Gasping, gagging, choking some more, the head in Scotts open pants was battling for the man's baby batter. "Not as good as you. But you know what they say, ` If you can't fuck the one you want, fuck the one you're with.' I'll be sure to send you the vid after I do the deed.
"Meanwhile, boys...butt kiss those saddles and listen up.!"
To his intern he added, "Hey, kid...whoever you are...suck quieter. I'm talking here!" Mr. Grimes smacked the head bobbing on his dick. Things got quieter, but the action never stopped. "I'll feed you when I'm goddamn good and ready so just settle down and suck...okay? Soft, contented, yet hopeful slurping and whining ensued.
"So, Skip and Josh! Brian and I have been reviewing your vids and some of your won/loss points and we think maybe it's time to look back a bit on how you two have been doing.
We're all going to check out a video from last weekend and you two are going to sit yourselves down and do a little meditation while you watch. You're going to contemplate your pussies.
As Mr. Grimes talked on, Josh and I twitched and gasped. We had nearly worked those robotic spikes up into our twats. Popping the red ball in took some time, but the goo helped. Our thighs ached from squatting. We had to coax our pussy rings over each succeeding knob until the final plug popped in and said, "Honey...I'm home!!"
"God Bri! Don't you just love to watch pussy boy faces sweat and strain in the hope of getting their sweet lips on our joints? I bet they'd suck a load out of a dead horse if we told them to, just so they could get one from our dicks."
Misters Grimes and Stone smirked together and raised their glasses in a silent toast. The heads in their laps bobbed on in contentedly.
Scott caught his breath, squinted in concentration for a few seconds, then said quietly..."POW...POW...POW!!" His grenade had gone off, blowing his little swimmers into a new universe, the one in what's-his-name's gut. The intern's head dove desperately to muffle the explosion, burying it fast and deep. We could all hear a great long slurp as the cocksucker got everything he could from his mentor. What in the hell was his name, anyway?
Brian was a little bleary eyed. He mooned over at the mouth nursing Scott's meat tit, moaned a little, then gave his all to feed the needy at his knob. It wasn't his first scotch, or his first cum apparently. The anonymous Mr. Needy gurgled and hummed. I sneaked a side peak at my buddy. Josh's eyes were hooded in jealousy.
"Mr. Stone murmured on, "God I love to inject a hot twink. I sure wish that pussy assed Josh were here, damn it!"
Josh's eyes were round again in surprise. He felt wanted, I guess.
"Kids!" Scott took another sip. "Grab those sheaths on the table. They go over your dicks. One ring goes over your cock and balls, the second over just your balls, the third around the base of your dick. Then the strap pulls up and locks to keep your dinky stones high and wide. You'll be achin' and quakin' in no time.
"Now, plug the power cords from the sleeves into those ports at the front of your saddles. Your journey is about to begin."
As we were told...so we did.
As the scene on the screen shifted, we could feel the red balls start to spin, polishing our prostates. They were fucking heating up too.
On the big screen we could see Scott, Brian, Josh and me in the gym just a few days ago.
Scott and Brian had started a work out in their jocks. Josh and I were naked and sweating.. No one had even started doing much yet. Scott had cranked up the heat . Damp hair, wet pits...hell...even the straps in the guys' asses were soaked. Josh and I just plain dripped. The guys had us use our teeth to tug down their jocks. We stuck our mouths in their butts to grab the strap's crosspiece, then worked their pouches down over their quads and calves, and off their high arched feet. The men found this funny. We then spit-shined their junk before they got down to business with their workout. Oh yeah, first we went back in their butts and cleaned their bullpens. We laid down a layer of boy spit from crotch to crack.
Since we were there to assist, we did. The guys hammered their way through a training schedule that would make a marine cry. They hammered us as they did so.
With Josh and me on our backs, the men first did pushups, sticking their dicks down our throats on each drop, pausing with their knobs on our lips at the top. Next we held their long legs and leaned forward to blow them as they did endless curls.
We Frenched their buttholes while they lay on their backs, pressing weights to the ceiling with their legs. We leaned in to blow them as they jogged on treadmills.
Barely out of breathe, the men kept up a running banter, taunting each other and trashing Josh and me.
"Hey Bri! My pussy sucks better than your pussy! Get with it, dude! You turning into some kind of faggot or something, Bri? Man up and pull up, you fucker!" Scott laughed as they knocked out a series of chin ups, holding at the top of each one while sticking their knobs in our gobs as we stood on step benches.
When they took a break, they grabbed us by the backs of our heads and guided our mouths wherever the sweat ran. The sweat disappeared.
To wind down a bit, they stretched and then did Sun Salutations.
Scott and Brian stood with their feet together, palms pressed together in front of their muscle armored chests. Josh and I knelt in front of them, their dicks in our mouths. The men reached up and arched back. Their dicks dug deeper, piercing the ring in our throats.
We dodged to the side and scurried around back as the guys jackknifed forward to plant their palms flat on the floor. Our faces went full in their butts, scouring those smooth musky rings again. Then those butts pushed our faces away as the men stepped forward into a deep lung then arched to look up at the ceiling. Just seconds later, they pulled the other foot back and knifed into the inverted "v" of a downward dog, we had our kissers were back at work, smooching those hunky holes.
Made us a bit proud though...the men were panting as we rooted around in their back yards.
Our faces once again forced from the promised lands, we waited the seconds it took for Scott and Brian to step forward, and again place both their feet between their hands, then arch up into another back bend. By the time they returned to their starting positions, standing with their palms in front of their proud pecs, Josh and I had scampered in front to warm and wet their cock tips.
They did ten sets.
Scott wiped a hand under his balls, then squeegeed the sweat running down his chest. He brought it to my face. I drank.
"Guys, it's time to wrap up here!" said the main man. Scott strode over to the full wall mirror, waiting for the three of us to catch up.
"Bri! Sorry guy, but I need you to pussy for me here. First cue up the tunes and then get on my dick. I need a specialist here!"
Before Mr. Grimes finished, Mr. Stone was on his knees, beautiful back to the mirror and Scott's beautiful dick in his beautiful lips. Brian clicked a remote and -- ever the producer of events and moments of magic -- he'd remixed a version of Free Falling...improved, of course, to... Free Balling, sung funkily by some choir of sex crazed, husky voiced baritones hired for the cause.
`Yep! That's it guy! You know my piece, my piece knows you. Here's to old times, Brian."
"Boys! Front. Now!"
We flew over and stood between Scott and the mirror, flanking the kneeling Brian. We waited and drooled a bit.
Scott stepped wide to the side, made two fists then reached out and up, flexing in his killer double biceps pose. Best guns in the room, of course. Square sex mouth, tense jaw, flaring eyes. The uncontested man of the moment.
"FFFFuuuuuuccckkkkkkkk guys!! I am so the fucking god of dick here. Look at me and weep, faggots!"
We looked. Our dicks wept a tear or two of happiness.
"Get the pits, boys."
While he did the Greek statue thing, Josh and I homed in on the deep caves of his armpits. We got every drop and drip, lapping like a couple of stressed German Shepherds.
"Nips!"
We changed course and scored again, each working a big capuccino gum drop like we could make it pop.
Scott actually growled.
Then the god of sex slid his feet together, still with his dick in Brian's gob. Twisting his trunk a bit, he grabbed one wrist in his other fist and popping his shoulder arm to the max. Glaring at himself in the mirror. It was a rather smug, self satisfied grin, I thought. Josh and I remained on task, a pair of happy nipple nibblers.
Scott scooted the ball of one foot behind his other heel, bent his knees a little, then swung both arms out and up, finishing with both palms on the back of his neck and his elbows pointing nearly to the ceiling. The hollow of happiness were back again. We slurped our way up and over the slabs of his muscle armor and burrowed once again into pit paradise.
The stud king has double-wide shoulders and the waist and hips of a toreador. He's not bulky at all. Rather, he's got detailed rolling knolls and corrugations that beg to be mouthed. They are wrapped in taut velvet skin that looks like hard vanilla ice cream. "Cut" describes him. "Riveting" is the one I would use. If he were a statue, you could just gaze, simmering in gentle lust, and let his image fizz and bubble in your mind's eye. But if you're in the room, breathing the perfume of his fresh sweat and the rolling off-gassing of testosterone...the power of his presence goes straight to your balls.
"Grab your rocks and beat your meat, guys. Toss your spew in that athletic cup. It's right beside you, Skip! You catch it, kid."
"Make your fucking deposits and then I'll fuckin' break the sperm bank."
All eyes were on Scott in the mirror, including his own. What can I say? All four of us were in love with his dick. Brian, Josh and I motored into the fast lane on the way to jerk city.
Scott grabbed a couple of huge breaths, then shook himself out from head to toe
He put his feet together and bent his knees, calves and quads popped for an anatomy lesson. He tensed his fists, slipped them down his sides, and turned then inward to finish behind his hips. Those arms bunched and glowed with power. Hunching forward a bit, he rolled his shoulders. They popped into twin globs of male power. Then he revved up his pecs and abs.
Fuckingoddaaaaaaaammmmmmnnnnnn!
Bri, Josh and I circled the cup and spunked out, each splatting a tablespoon or more, we were so jazzed.
"Skip...ready to catch...pussy!!" Scott barely whispered through clenched teeth.
Scott's stud stick reached forward a bit and looked up. Its angry red heat dripped with my spit. It held the space over the waiting cup like a lion standing over its prey.
And then, it was like we were watching some tropical sunset! The cream of his skin shifted to pink on his abs, then to a deep rose across his chest and breast bone. Red painted his tense jaw as his lips pulled back from his teeth.
Scott gulped in a huge breath, like an Olympic swimmer. Incredibly... he tightened every mother fucking muscle in his body.
His dark eyes bore down into mine. He stared me down like he was sucking out my soul.
We were having a moment.
Then...
...like a gigantic tube of hot toothpaste, he simply squeezed himself `til he shook. His great cock juttered and started kicking out ball batter. It spurted and oozed. It splatted and dripped in the cup. He'd easily doubled our desperate triple dose, and dropped some more in for good measure. There were enough little swimmers in that thing to populate several planets.
Scott shook himself again and let out a tremendous sigh. Slowly... slowly he relaxed. Flushed all over, he stood at ease, weight shifting to one hip, every proportion perfect. I looked up and saw a David who could slay Goliath with just a couple smacks of his dick.
Carefully... cautiously, I leaned forward, opened my lips and sucked in the sweetest mouthful of softening dick imaginable. Scott's breathing steadied some more and eased up as I rocked at his feet, sucking him drier than he'd ever been in his life.
I caught Brian and Josh moving in from each side, going for the winner's cup. Quick as fuck, I pulled off that amazing dick tipped the cup and chugged down the warm slop in one gulp. I licked the thing a couple more times for good measure.
I think they were a bit disappointed.
"Skippy, you selfish pussy!! Not sharing?!" clucked Scott. "You just lost five points! Better earn `em back quick or we'll be playing ping pong with your tender nuggets next."
I dialed up the suction to the max and rocked away on his cock. I was going to be a such good boy!
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