Skippy Written by Studstick Ninth Installment Written by Scott Grimes (Studstick@mail.com)
Part 20 In Which The Boys Get More Mechanical Assistance
There wasn't a dry dick in the room. Either room.
Josh and I sat on our alien robot boxes, our spew trickling down our dicks over their imprisoning sleeves. On the screen we could see the two interns at Mr. Grimes' office...live...choking on the fresh loads they'd just sucked out of Scott and Brian. The young men furtively lifted their hands next to the knobs so they could gobbled up the spooge they'd each shot in their own hands.
All was relatively quiet for a minute.
"Jesus Fuck, but I'm like all kinds of awesome, aren't I guys?" Scott chortled before another sip of his drink. "I fucking loved watching you hold my meat, Brian. You were like a puppy with his favorite bone. And you two cocksucking faggots...can you do service or what? You little dudes at the house! You really made to be made, weren't you? Promise you kids cum and you'll beat your own balls for a chance to eat it! I love to see how much you two need dick in you!"
Josh and I couldn't readily disagree.
Scott and Brian continued soaking their dicks in the interns between their legs. The two what's-their-names were quite dedicated. Mr. Grimes hand wandered to that control panel on his desk, and the robot spikes in our butts came to life again.
They were heating up this time. As our guts began to warm, the red balls started twirling. Our saddle seats began rocking forward and back -- our dicks took note and came back from their break, ready to perform on cue.
"Hands behind your backs, boys!" Scott barked.
We got them there just as the saddles began bucking us up and down a couple inches, chaffing our twats on those spike inside our pussies.
"Uh...uh...uh..uh...uh..." from Josh and me.
Lt was like being tied to a horse at a slow trot. We bounced like basketballs. The fixed ring stirrups let us hold our balance but made us tighten our twats with every pop.
"Having fun, pussies?" asked Scott. He twisted a little black dial and the sheaths on our cocks started to deliver little shocks, like a school of piranhas that were nibbling before settling down to feast. Two more dials reconfigured the jointed spikes in our guts so they made an elongated "S" curve, pressing gently into our prostates. Then the spikes began to rotate really really slowly, scraping the sides of our gut tubes. Stirring on, they began pistoning an inch or so to repeatedly pop the seal ball at the bottom in and out our freaking ass rings.
Josh and I both began yelling. `Yauh...yuh...yuh...yuh..yuh..."forced to the rhythm by our bounding saddles.
"Yuuuuh...yuuuuh...yyyyyyyyuuuuuuuaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"
We fucking shot our snot half way across the room, followed by several seconds of oozing dribble while the machinery slowed smoothly to a stop.
"Quite a spin, eh little dudes?" Scott's laughter was nearly drowned out by Brian's great guffaws.
Josh and I hung limp in our saddles.
"Suck your little asses off those mechanicals guys, and lick up your twink slop. Oh, and it's okay to take a peek at these two guys...whatever they're called. They're about to be fed.
"Bet you wish you were here, huh?"
We sure as hell did.
Part 21 In Which The Big Boys Are Back In Town
"Boys, we're home!"
Skidding to a stop on our naked knees, we'd made it to the front door just as Mr. Grimes and Mr. Wood walked in. Standing side by side they beamed down at us.
"Will you look at our pretty little preppy boys, Brian? They look fucking happy to see us, don't they? Naked and hard, like we told them. Cute as puppies, aren't they? I think I'm seeing some drool on those sweet pink lips. We'd better get some dick in `em quick!
"Skip! I know you've been jonesing for my incredible cock. Brian's kept it wet and warm for you, all the way here. Come get the dick, pussy! GET THE DICK! Puss, puss puss puss puss puss! Crawl to daddy, baby, crawl to daddy!"
I crawled to daddy's dick.
Scott grinned, then worked up some spit and let it fall like syrup to wet his big knob. A clear coating of Grimes-the-Great's one of a kind pheromone glaze.
His whole cock slid in, going all the way home...like it owned the place. Which it pretty much did. It pulsed in my mouth with pride of place. As the knob hit the back of my throat some cosmic connection closed and the world was alright again. I found I was making a humming. Maybe it kind of sounded like contentment.
"We've got some big news for you kids! My folks like the tropics so much they've decided to go native. They're staying put and not coming home. So I'm sending a bunch of stuff down to them and I'll be covering what legal work they need handled. The awesome part is they've signed over this place to me. Karen hates it and she never wants to leave the kids or Chi-town, but I've decided to open a branch law office here. Brian and I will be coming more than I thought. And...little dudes, we'll make sure you keep us coming more times than you can imagine.
"Anyhoo, I'll be making some changes to the place, adding some staff too maybe. We'll see. Meanwhile, Brian and I are celebrating, aren't we Bri? We're going to keep fucking our dicks in you two and feeding you cum. We're going to do it a lot. It'll be awesome for you."
"We're starting now. Get yourselves a nice load each and then you can suck us some more while we watch tonight's football game. We've got the balls, you get the batter.
I was soon sucking out millions more of his little swimmers.
Well, that was last night.
This morning Josh and I made our beds and then made the men breakfast. The men made us drain their junk while they ate, then made us cum in our glasses of milk. Next, they made us trade glasses, look them in the eyes while we drank down the white stuff, then licked what we could from the sides of the tumblers. Thorough, we were.
Made for a good start for the day.
Part 22 In Which Skippy Makes Room For Daddy
"Scott-The-Hot-Shot!! How's my man, you fucker? How's the best quarterback ever, the one who got my team the state championship? How's it hanging, you boned dawg? Or should I say, what's it hanging in?"
I heard my dad's voice booming out of the speakers overhead.
All I could see...all I could smell was Scott's junk hanging between his wide spread legs as he sprawled in his computer chair. He was Skyping with my dad on a computer screen that sat on the desk above my head.
"Coach! God damn but it's fuckin' good to see you, you big fucking bastard!"
My dad and Scott talked trash like that to each other? Who knew!
"Scott, I hear you're the go-to stud for politics and power in Chicago now. You're the big gun for the whole city now. Way to go, guy!"
"Naw..not THE guy, but maybe one of the guys. And yeah, coach, I can pretty much pick any hole I want to fuck. My connections are amazing. And when I really do plug some pussy, I make them beg me for it man! They cry when I leave `em.
"I'll bet, you son of a bitch!! Well, it's great to see you guy! I've never done this Skype thing before. It's almost like being right there in the room with you. You're looking damn good! Keeping in shape. Did ya' just work out or something? You've got that hot and sweaty look. If you need to shower or something, I can get back to you later."
"Naw, Coach, I'm just chillin'... sippin a brewsky and letting off a little steam after a heavy trial this week. I ran the fuckers off the field, of course. I always score. But I'm needing a little R&R. I hope you don't mind. You know that Karen is back home in Chi Town with my kids, so I arranged for a slutty little wood-worker here to put some polish on my knob while we talk.
"You always were the knock-em-back-then-knock-em-up dude, Scott."
Scott took a swig from his beer and trickled some on his chest so it ran down his treasure trail, then along his hardening dick and into my sucking mouth.
"Scott, you horn dog, you! You make the energizer bunny look lazy! I don't mind at all, can you move the camera so I can see a little bit of her..."
"Sorry coach. No can do. This one's got a really hot mouth, kinda spoiled and sheltered, ya know? I can maybe tilt the camera just a little. At least you can see my hand on the little whore's head...see...?"
"Christ, Scott, that's one eager eater you've got in your food section. With action like that, you'll pop in a a minute."
"It's cool, Coach. I can slow this whole thing down or speed it up with just a tap to the head."
He thunked my head and I slowed the suction, but my slurping got louder.
"Yeah, as a quarterback, you always were good with your hands. You could make those guy practically sit up and beg when you wanted."
"Yeah, I've still got the fucking knack. Uuh, just a sec, Coach."
Scott taped my head. I looked up, mouth hanging open. He took a swig of beer, swooshed it around in his mouth, puckered his lips and let it drizzle down to my waiting tongue. Guzzling sounds were heard.
"Shit Scott! You've got a fucking black hole vortex between your legs!"
"Coach...if you only knew!"I choked a little on that one.
"Say, do you remember at the end of our state championship weekend when you and I shared that slut from the hotel bar where we were staying? Your fucking kid was asleep in the next bed even. He must have been, what..ten or something? He looked like a little girl then? Anyhow we kept having to whisper everything to that bar bitch and keep a dick in her mouth to keep her quiet and not wake him. Then when we came, your kid almost woke up. Nearly got caught, didn't we? He nearly saw his old man's dick in some steaming whore pussy."
"I do, Scott...I surely do. You bred her hard, then gagged her with your meat while I got sloppy seconds Then you fed her a midnight snack. God knows but you left a hell of a lot of slop in the twat!"
My dad's dick covered in Scott's jizz? Jeeze! "
"I'm telling you coach, you would so love soaking your meat in this hot wet hole I've got my dick in. Sooo fuckin' hot, so fuckin' wet, so fucking hungry! In...fact...I...think...I'mmmmgonnnaaaaa... excuse me a second, I'm doing a feeding here!! FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK...Coach!!!"
Straight into my gullet, Scott shot his nut, like warm pudding from a canon. I could hear myself glug and choke to keep up with the flow, but I did it!
"Scott, listen to that, will you? Sounds like you kicked out a pint and a half! You always were a major producer, a real prize pussy pounder, weren't you? I can tell by your face you just dropped another record load. Don't know how you can produce that much splooge! You're still the champ, apparently. Wish to hell I could drop one in that mouth I still hear sucking for more. Don't you ever go down, big guy?"
"Not often and not for long, Coach. You'd so love this mouth, I know...and this mouth would love your big dick too, old man! It would feel right at home, like it was part of the family."
"GGGGUllllllp, suuuuuckkkk"...I joked a little at that, but kept working away.
"Keep it up, Scott! Don't quit on my account. Bet you're steeling up for the next round, already."
"You got it, Coach. This is one hungry pussy mouth. A man's got his duty to keep it happy. I got the need to feed the needy, you know? This next one'll be for you...in your honor, in appreciation for all you've done for me. And...I want to make sure you know what a good job your son Skip is doing here. Gotta tell ya...he's doing just great! He's really found a place for himself. I can tell he's right where he wants to be, and he's really happy about it!"
"SSSSlllluuuurrrrprpppppp, lick lick snaaaaarrrrfffffff."
"Got to tell you Coach, your kid really knows how to apply himself. All he needs is a word or two and he's on the job until the job's done. And he'll keep coming back for more. He does anything I need done here. Kid's an eager learner. Thrives on repetition, and takes direction really well. He kind of looks up to me a little."
I looked up from my place on the floor and could see Scott smirking down at me.
"SSSSlllluuuurrrrprpppppp, lick lick snaaaaarrrrfffffff...some more..."
"Oooohhhhhh yyyeaaaahhh! Skip does great work, but when he needs guidance from me, he gets it, quick and hard, man."
"I appreciate that, Scott. I do worry about him a little. It's like he needs someone to watch out for him sometimes, ya know? He's a quiet kid, sometimes too quiet."
Don't worry Coach. I got your kid for you. And he'll be getting what he needs here whenever he needs it. I'm taking really good care of him." Mr. Grimes ruffled my hair, then held my chin in his hand as he plugged my mouth a couple of times.
"SSSSlllluuuurrrrprpppppp, lick lick snaaaaarrrrfffffff.
"Skip can get a little loud when he's enthusiastic, but I have a firm hand. I'm also making sure he meets some new people, get some new experiences. You know, so he gets to know himself more, share his passion. He's getting really good at connecting with others in so many fucking ways?
"Glad to hear that Scott! He is a good kid. Don't be afraid to rough him up when he needs it, though, if he needs a smack or two, give it to him hard, okay? Hell, go ahead and turn him over your knee and fire up his ass if you think you should! You're like a son to me and I trust you to do right by him. You're the guy in control there."
"Never any doubt about that, Coach...Skippy's like a son to me too. I`ll be damn sure to give it him hard whenever he needs it. When his butt needs blistered, it'll glow like a wood stove!"
Well...uh... Coach, thing is, my balls are getting pretty damn happy again, so I'll sign off. I`m going to really focus on fucking this face for a while."
"Gotcha Scott. Dick it a couple of times for me, will you Scott?"
"Sure will, Coach, I'll fuckin' do that! Bye bye."
Scott pulled my mouth off his crotch, spit in my mouth and sneered, "Skip, your daddy says I gotta fuck your face, baby!"
"BLLLAAAAMMMMbbblllllaaaammm...blam" Slurp...slurp...slurp..."
"So tell me, little faggot...who's your real daddy...huh pussy?"
"SLURP, suck, suck, lick...SSSLLUUUUURRRRRPPPPP!!!"
I showed him. Later on he made my butt glow like a wood stove.
Part 23 In Which Skippy's Mr. Winkie Gets a Good Talking To
Even later that morning, Scott yelled to me from the living room.
"Skippy...come get the dick, Skippy! Come getitgetitgetitgetitgetiigetigeti get it!!
I got it.
"Skippy, I've been thinking about your naughty little pussy ass and I believe it's time that I give it a good talking to. What do you say, cocksucker?"
I nodded with his dick in my mouth, indicating that I agreed...and that I was indeed a cocksucker. I was on all fours in front of his splayed legs where he sat on the couch.
`Get your pink pucker in the air, little guy, show daddy your happy hole."
I looked up into his glowing eyes (so fucking hot, man!!) and aimed my tailbone at the ceiling. Mr. Grimes leaned over me and ran his palm down my spine to touch my ass hole. His finger was dry, so it took him a while to rub it around my rim until it got musky. He kept circling it, a slow firm grind, then gradually bored into my tender trap.
"Yeah, see how red and pouty it looks? It's getting a little weepy and wet too. Man, if you could only see it suck at my finger! Guess I've been neglecting the little thing. Suck it with your other hole and we'll remedy that."
He popped his finger out of my butt and then into my mouth, alongside his slimed up dick. I sucked.
Scott laid me over his knee with my hard dick on his fucking big quad.
"There, now! We've got a nice little ring-around-the-rosy hole now!" He did more slow, gentle circles with my spit on his finger... just enough pressure to pull the tender lips along a bit as he went. My twat gave a sigh and began to melt. It blossomed open in luxury. He blew his hot steamy breath on my r knot, cooling that happy little soup bowl.
WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!
Scott's fingers smacked my surprised little knot. It panicked and squeezed itself tight in fear. With no place to hide, it quivered and pulsed in fear.
"There, there, little pussy! You weren't paying attention to daddy, were you? You were just feeling really good, drifting off somewhere, maybe dreaming about getting a big dick in you, weren't you? Let's see if you can keep it together, eh?
Scott's fingers took another brief dip in my mouth and marched back to my butt.
The talk continued. So did my sucking.
"You need your daddy so badly, don't you, little pussy hole?" Silent, but ever so enthusiastically in agreement, it did its best to get that fucking finger to stay longer, go deeper. It was hugging that digit like the long lost friend it was, wanting it to move in permanently, if possible.
"That's it you happy little hole! Give daddy's big finger some more big hugs! Bet you can't hold on to daddy! Awwwwww! Daddy's finger got away, didn't it. Go ahead, try again."
It tried. It tried desperately. Again and again...many many times.
`Ooooohhhhhhhh yeeeeaaaaahhhhh! Hold on real tight!! What a good little pussy you are? You need some more daddy in you, don't you?' Hack...spit...dead center on my hole. "Ready to give daddy's fucker finger another big hug, baby?"
POOOOOOPPPP!!
Out of my butt, then into my mouth came Scott's finger.
POPPP!! Out of my mouth and into my butt for more slow lazy circles.
Around and around it went. Mr. Winkie didn't know quite what to do with himself. Round and around, steady and smooth... like the slowest carousel in the world. Sure enough, my little hole started to let its guard down once again, started to relax a little more.
"Talk to daddy, little pussy...tell daddy what you need...show daddy how happy you are...open for daddy, little pussy. God damn it!! Get the fuck open! You want your daddy in you, don't you baby?" Haaack...spit.
On and on the slow rub went until I thought I'd lose my mind. My slack mouth fell open and dripped spit on the rug and Scott's feet. Then he homed in on my prostate and started doodling endless circles. It seemed to go on forever. Concentrated, relentless. I heard my throat start a soft, high keening, like the when someone runs their wet finger around the rim of a wine glass -- a steady pulsing moan. I felt like I was melting into a pile of butter.
My little rosebud started pulsing along with my moans. Without being touched, my dick twitched and my balls started to rise to the occasion. Low in my guts, I felt my abs turn to rock. My dick tapped out a frantic SOS, trapped against Scott's bulging thigh.
Then Scott stabbed his full finger straight into my pussy.
My balls and dick knotted themselves and convulsed. My cunt lips spasmed helplessly. I shot cum like a race horse.
Hooting like an ape, Scott rubbed my cheeks and smacked them while I fired repeatedly, then he smacked them' til they glowed red all over. He finger fucked me some more and then began stirring my sex sleeve again..
"What a good boy you are, little dude! I think your tiny twat learned a real lesson today. Lick your goo off me and the floor, then get your knees on the ground."
I fell off his lap and got to work. He stood, turned and broadened his stance. Bending his knees so his asshole looked me in the eye, he laid his palms on the floor leered back at me from between his legs.
"Time for your little pink tongue to give my puckered brown-boy some love!"
Sighing, I leaned forward, face falling between his hard muscled cheeks.
While I cleaned his salad bowl, he grabbed his cock and lazily jerked away. His silky sleeve slowly softened and opened, welcoming my hard working tongue for a long visit. It went way in and made itself at home. I licked, tickled, I polished the walls. I made like an anteater. That man's bull pen had never been cleaner, wetter or happier.
The big guy's breathing started to pick up. I went to full alert, slurping like a basement drain.
"Skippy, cum again in your hand and butter your favorite dick, then get your lunch, baby!"
In seconds I fisted and fired off another load, dropped and slid under Scott's low hangers, greased his pole and brought my mouth home to the dick. I held his balls like they were god's gift to twinks.
Blam..blam. Blam, blam...blam.
Lunch was served!
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 a load of cash.