Skippy Gobbles College Cock 11 By Scott Grimes (Studstick@mail.com)
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In Which the Boys Hone Their Skills
We were in the basement gym.
I told you, didn't I, that Big Clyde has butt cheeks the size of bowling balls? But remember, it's all about proportion. His shoulders have got to be the width of his head times five. He's got biceps and calves like softballs. His pecs are a couple of T-bone steaks, but his waist, by comparison is small. Back to his butt, though, as the man himself puts it, "You can't drive a spike with a tack hammer!" If ever a spike needed a big hammer, it would be his.
Right now though, Josh was cleaning Clyde's spike with the reverence of a choir boy at Easter. He slurped his way up and down that power pole, returning again and again to work on the angry swollen knob.
I was under the big guy, my head wedged between two foam positioning blocks. Clyde's grand globes each occupied a block while I was occupied with my tongue in his big tight pucker.
You see, Lance had decided that Josh and I should brush up on our oral skills. Of course Josh was a great cocksucker but he really loved to French an arsehole. Although I could eat arse like a pro on coke, my go-to crave was sucking a great dick. So, the men decided it wouldn't hurt to tutor us some in our weaker subject, as it were.
Lance decided to improve his video skills as well, and so was filming the whole session.
"Skip, work your tongue up his chute again. I want to film Clyde's eyes when it happens. They get really big, just like Josh's -- you know -- where it looks like he's thinking, "Fuckin'-shit-dude!-What's-happening-to-me???" Your tongue must be a foot up his shit shute, judging by the smile on the big lug's face.
My face was wet with spit from my fevered efforts. To rest my tongue a bit, I pulled it out of Clyde's clamping arse ring and swirled it around the tender musky knot. Fresh clean sweat and jock arse are an amazing combination. Next I used my teeth to carefully scrape the tender smooth flesh while I tongue-tickled the center of his tightening hole.
"Clyde, hold Josh's head on your dick, will you? I'm going to put down the camera and spray some lube on Skip's cute little cock, then drop Josh's pussy on it. Let me know what Josh does to your meat when that happens, okay?"
"Rrrrright Lance! My lad's tongue is a wonderrrr of naturrrrre. He could drain the sap out of an oak trree with just a kiss and a suck. Holy rrrrrrock of ages, but he's sucking me like he'll die without my cum in him. `Course, I'm not the one to be disappointing the little guy." Let's face it...to Clyde, just about all guys are little, aren't they?
"Okay Josh! I'm doing a close up on your arse while it bounces on Skip's dick. His balls are starting to draw up already, shouldn't be too long until he jet streams your toy twat."
"Clyde...I'm going to smack Skip's balls a couple of times. I'll keep the camera on your face and you tell me what the twinks are doing to you.
"Whap. Whap."
"Hhhlrrrgh..hhirrgh," that's me huffing up Clyde's hole, as I bucked my dick up into Josh's guts.
"Uurrgggghhh...uuurrrggghhhh," that's Josh choking on Clyde's dick.
"HHHHHHooolllllyyyy crrrriiivvvenns!! Lance! Josh's mouth is like a wet fist trying to squeeze the juice from my bollocks, and your little guy is hiccoughing in my arsehole. Feels kind of nice. Strrrrannge, but nice!"
"Kewl!" said Lance. "Let's do it some more!!"
"Whap, Whap, Hhhlrrrgh..hhirrgh, Uurrgggghhh...uuurrrggghhhh, "Whap, Whap, Hhhlrrrgh..hhirrgh, Uurrgggghhh...uuurrrggghhhh, "Whap, Whap, Hhhlrrrgh..hhirrgh, Uurrgggghhh...uuurrrggghhhh, "Whap, Whap, Hhhlrrrgh..hhirrgh, Uurrgggghhh...uuurrrggghhhh...
HHHHHHHHHHHHhhHooolllllyyyy crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiivvvenns!!! That was Clyde shooting off into my buddy's throat as I fucked my swimmers up into Josh's arse and screamed up into Clyde's hole.
Then there was a lot of panting that nearly drowned out Lance's hysterical hooting.
"I don't know what I liked better, seeing Skip's defenseless little boy balls cramping against his dick when I smacked them, or that look on your face, Clyde, when the three of you went off together. Soooooo fucking glad I got it on video. Wait `til I get this up on the big screen. You better have Josh ready to suck one out of you again, because you're going to be cumming like a race horse...again. But seriously dude, now you gotta take the camera and get your arse off Skippy's face so I can fuck it. You can let Josh fuck him in the arse if you want, but I've got a fiercely fine load to drop in his mouth, so fucking move it!
Clyde moved, Josh fucked, Lance dropped...Clyde filmed, and I swallowed.
In Which the Men Attend a Halloween Party
Of course Josh decided to go as a sheep. With his big round eyes, he always looked as if he were born yesterday. He was wooly all over except for the cut outs from his tailbone to his pubes and around both nipples. He had a fluffy little tail sticking out of a butt plug that Clyde had screwed into his pussy, whistling and humming as he worked it in.
"Ach, my' lamb, m' wee baerrrrn! At home some men stick the back legs of a fine sheep in the front of their boots, stick their dicks in its soft hole, then slow walk it toward the edge of a cliff. Then at the edge, the more the sheep backs up, the tighter the hole. They say it's a sweet fuck, though I've neigh tried it. Clyde was proudly decked out in his dress kilt. He worked Josh's balls a bit and jerked his dick a couple of times. "Perhaps after the party we can go to the rrroof and see how you handle it, my lamb. Meantime, get your head under my kilt, I mean to feed you before we're off for the fun and the frrrolicking!"Clyde stood with one foot on a chair, his hand on his hip, like Captain Morgan while Josh butted his head under the heavy cloth and found his mouth's delight. Clyde's contented grin said it all.
Lance looked magnificent in his Goliath outfit. The sheepskin tunic and wide leather belt made his waist look smaller and his shoulders broader even than they actually were. It was short enough to emphasize the beauty of his muscled legs. The sandals made his feet look yummy. I always tended to get lost in his face though.
"Skip! You look like you've never seen me before. Go get your costume and put it on!"
I walked over to the bookcase and came back with my outfit.
"Well...put it on Skip! No...on your shoulder. You're David, remember?"
The strings on the little scrap of cloth made me think it was a loin cloth, but Lance explained it was a sling for throwing rocks, not holding them. He showed me the picture again. I looked at it and moved the cloth on top of my right shoulder.
"Perfect, little dude!' The bros are going to drip like faucets watching your free balling pert little junk and your fuckable butt. I'll truly be fighting them off with this club." Lance held up the big gnarly branch that completed his costume. "But first, you need to get fucking busy on my other club. Kneel, and worship, little David."
I sighed and contentedly sank to my knees. Lance walked up and lifted the front of his tunic. Commando, of course. I found where I last left off and set to work anew.
"Skip! You're one dangerous guy. I'm so fucking temped to do nothing all day but fuck your holes. It's too bad I can't cum as much as I piss. If I could, your gut would look like a bowling ball. Suck out my nut, little dude! Fag out on my meat!"
I did it pretty quickly too. While Lance swayed and grunted above me, I concentrated on teasing him just under his piss slit and then pressure washed the rest of his machinery, rolling his big nuts with my finger tips. In just a couple of minutes his balls gave it up -- big time, and my stomach won the lottery once more. Lance's cock really liked to cum in my mouth. My guy's hooting set Clyde off and I could hear Josh gulping frantically, his tender mouth awash with the huge man's spew.
"Fuck! You are the best suck ever, little dude! I love to see your little dick bobbing like that when you suck me. Come and suck daddy's nip while you pull out your little load." Lance pulled open the front of his tunic and mashed my mouth against his quarter sized cone. "Remember, grab it and gobble it, little dude!"As I nursed and jerked, Lance gently rubbed my own two tender nips before pinching them smartly and pulling me too him.
I beat pumped out my nut in no time, caught it in my palm and had in my stomach just a few moments later. Lance brought my face back to kiss his big nipple goodbye, and we were off.
Well, it was quite the party. The social room was redone as a giant cave. Dim lights, styrofoam rocks and several fog machines made the place seem like somewhere between universes. Brothers and pledges roamed here and there. Of course there was a bar, and a few guys toking on joints. The atmosphere was relaxed, but with an edge of expectation. Betting was happening here and there. Everyone was waiting to see what the games committee had come up with this year.
One brother was sitting in a half whiskey barrel full of beer, his arms and legs hanging from the sides. Two pledges were taking turns bobbing for dick to see which would suck out his load. There was a ball-bash booth where brothers could buy 10 wiffle balls and throw at six pledges who lay on the floor, their dicks sticking up through hole in a plywood panel. The first one to get a dick to go soft would win second prize. The first to make a dick squirt would win first. There were already pools of juice gathering on the wood.
Clyde had entered the pledge carrying contest. A brother would grab his pledge in a bear hug, lift him off his feet, and carry him across the room to set him down on a chair. The giant was quicker than he looked, and strong as the Clydesdale he resembles. He won all ten races, finishing by picking Josh up again, then sitting in his place. He lifted his kilt and Josh dropped and got busy with his mouth while Clyde caught his breath and the games master brought him his winnings.
Lance had entered an arm wrestling contest. There was only one other contestant, a muscle bound brother who had hulked up by pumping iron and sneaking steroids, by the look of him. An education major named Rhett Futman. He was dressed as a boxer but had his gloves hanging around his neck. His pledge was dressed as an old fashioned newsboy with suspenders and backward cap. Mr. Boxer's dick looked large and half hard judging by the long lump in his satin boxing shorts. His pledge's pants were cut out in front and back so his little pink butt glowed pink in back, while his dick swung free in front.
When the two big men sat at the game table, you could see their arms were the same length, but Mr. Boxer-man's biceps looked half again as big as Lance's.
"Whatdayabet, Lance?" said Rhett.
`HHHmmmmmm,' my guy reflected."Two out of three, winner gets his choice of holes and calls the shots for the other two." It took me a moment to figure out he meant that the winner decided who'd get fucked and how the other two would participate.
"You're on, pretty boy!" sneered Mr. Futman, the Boxer.
Both men clasped hands and grunted as their arms swelled up and began shaking. After about a minute of strain, Mr. Boxer slowly forced Lances knuckles to the table. But Lance just smiled.
Round two took longer. While Lance's opponent had the bigger biceps, Lance seemed to have some hidden secret, out lasting and then forcing the man to the table, making the match a tie. The third would determine who called the shots for all of us.
Well, it didn't take long. It was amazing to see Lance looking almost at ease while his match-up turned red in the face and went down to defeat. Lance later explained that since he relaxed his bigger muscles ad used the stronger ones closer to the bone, he knew he was going to win over Mr. Huff-N-Puff Futman.
"Rhett! Glad you're a gentleman and a looser, dude! Drop your drawers and have your trainer boy wet you up. Skip! On all fours, right now.
"Rhett, kneel and stick your dick in that perfect arse. You're going to tell your guy to slide under there and suck little Davey while you and I play in his holes. Oh...and yeah! My buddy Clyde just grabbed a ping pong paddle and he'll be using it to warm your muscular melons while you're fucking my pledge. I'm going to love watching your face, man! Your dick's going to be in heaven and your butts going to be in hell. It's making me drip just thinking about it, Rhett. Now get to fucking work."
In no time the nameless pledge wetted down Rhett's rump ripper. Rhett wasn't as big as Lance, but he packed enough to pack a punch. This he did in a major way, sinking in until his curlies scoured and sanded my arse lips. Lance knelt at my head and pulled open his tunic. I swallowed his bobbing hard-on. Soooooooo good!
"Whhhaaaaaccckkkk!" Clyde had a strong back hand.
"Fuckin' SHHHIIIITTTT!" Rhett was feeling it.
"Whhhaaaaaccckkkk!"
"AAAAAAA!"
"Whhhaaaaaccckkkk!"
"FFFFUUUCCCCKK!'
Ol' Rhett might be yelling, but his dick in my butt loved it all. I could actually feel it pulse as my arse worked to milk it.
I could hear the gloves that were hung around his neck smacking against the big man's chest as he fucked me. He was building up speed too, trying to get the butt smacking over with, I guess.
Beneath me I could hear the pledge mewing as he sucked my dick. He really wanted me to feed him and I kind of like to help out people who are desperate.
"Whhhaaaaaccckkkk!"
"AAAAAAA!"
"Whhhaaaaaccckkkk!"
"FFFFUUUCCCCKK!'
Lance was lazily fucking my mouth and chuckling. I looked up and could see the smirk on his amazing face as he watched Rhett who flinched, twisted and fucked away in my hole.
"Whhhaaaaaccckkkk!"
"AAAAAAA!"
"Whhhaaaaaccckkkk!"
"FFFFUUUCCCCKK!'
Josh told me later that he had his head up Clyde's kilt the whole time and that Clyde seemed to really like his paddling assignment. The big Scott fired his ball bullets into Josh as he battered Rhett's butt. Josh drained the big pole and then nursed quietly, jacking himself as he waited for the rest of us.
`WHACK... WHACK... WHACK... WHACK... WHACK... WHACK... WHACK... WHACK..." Clyde had gotten impatient now that he'd dropped his wad.
`FFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" yelled Rhett as he painted my guts.
`Ehnn...ehn...EEEEHHHNN...EHHHHHNNN!" That was me unloading in the son of a bitch pledges mouth as he flicked my balls and I shot down his throat.
"Oooooohhhhhh fucking hell yessssssss!!!!!! Chuckled Lance and he fed me his ball batter. I happily sucked it out and down, looking up to see him beaming down at me.
"Little Davey! Looks like Goliath won this time around. Let's go home and fuck. I want some quiet so I can hear you beg, little guy.
"Oh, and don't forget your costume."
In Which the Boys' Fathers Cum
Josh and I were under a table again. I was spending so much time having guys give it to me under the table that I was starting to feel illegal or something.
I had my hands on the man's knees, holding them apart and rubbing them through the heavy wool while I quietly sucked on his dick.
To my left, Josh was doing the same thing before slipping down to gently chew on the big balls that hung below. At one time I had apparently been in one of those balls. You see, Josh was sucking off my dad, Coach Dirk Lamb, as in the cheer: "Dirk Lamb, the man with the plan." Dad is a high school football coach. He'd coached the team to win all state back when the now deceased Mr. Grimes was quarterback -- the Grimes who died with his dick in his best friend's mouth.
The balls I rolled on my fingertips were sweating...their owner was so turned on. They belonged to Josh's dad, the Reverend Treat. A minister in a very conservative church, the big man often ranted about sin and destruction and general moral turpitude from his uptight pulpit. Rev. Treat's dick didn't seem to agree with his theology, gauging by how it pulsed in my mouth.
Above us our pleasantly surprised dads chatted away with Lance and Clyde over lunch.
"Yep Coach! Reverend! We're like really glad you could join us for lunch. Since it's Fathers' Weekend, and because we've been helping your sons get settled into college life, we thought it would be good to spend a little quality time with you two. Skip and Josh won't be joining us for burgers. They're in training for an upcoming frat contest and are on a liquid diet today," explained Lance as he worked his stockinged foot between my legs and poked me in the balls. "Clyde and I were thinking that our university is kind of famous for its service programs. We thought you might benefit from their outreach, as it were. For instance, some of the girls in the sororities have these service events where they like to reach out and grab a guy by the crotch and then take it from there, if you know what I mean," explained Lance. "So this is that kind service event, one that we felt should be offered anonymously so that no public praise or notice would be forth coming, if you know what I mean. The sororities like to keep their reputations pure, and we want to help them with that."
"Fuckin' hell...sorry Reverend!..well...uh...Lance...this is absolutely amazing, is about all I can say," answered my dad. "How about you, Reverend? Must be one hell of a sorority...oh, sorry again, Reverend."
Our dads had just met up with each other before lunch. They'd each ordered giant burgers with fries and were washing it all down with beers while we sucked them from below.
"The Lord works in mysterious ways, Coach Lamb, but the way this hot wet mouth is working my private parts, I got to say is more glorious than mysterious. I'mmmm...well...I'm not at all sure...at all sure that I should be..."
`Oh hell and what the fuck, Reverend! Let your junk get some air once in a while! Make some joyful noises, or whatever! My balls are getting chewed in the very best way. Those sperm buckets are going to climb half way up my dick and deliver the goods in about another minute and a half. Can you hear all that sucking going on down there? It sounds like hogs at a trough. I fucking love getting my dick sucked, don't you Rev.?"
"Well...uh...actually...I guess I do enjoy...OH SHIT! I JUST GOT DEEPTHROATED...FUCKKKKKK!!!!!...or what I meant to say was that the good Lord has instructed us to bear witness to the truth, and the truth is that I'm going to shoot my fucking load in about ten fucking seconds!"
"Offer it up, Rev., offer it all fucking up!" encouraged Lance, "I'm sure your gift will be righteously received!"
Josh's dad was a gusher, just like his son. I capped his well and his hot thick nut spewed into the back of my throat. I slurped and gulped it all down.
"Rrrreevvrreeeend," opined Clyde, "it's such a fine thing to see a man of the cloth enjoying himself. Do ya ken that your eye's roll up and yerr mouth falls open when shoot yourrrr seed?"
My dad's voice sounded strangled as he said, "I'm fucking glad Skip isn't sitting with us...because...I'm going to blast my ball batter to hell and back!"
"Skip's not going to see your face sir!" Lance reassured him. "Lucky thing too, because you're really sweatin' it, dude! You look like you're gonna be feeding some cheerleader...like you're going to give up every last swimmer in your fucking man nuts! Go for it, coach!"
"FFFFUUUCCCCKKKKIIINNNNNSSSHHIIITTTT...EEAAATTTT MEEEEEEEEEEEE!," yelled Coach Treat as he fed my best bud his best stud starch.
Lance chimed in, "I'll flag down the waiter to get another beer for each of you. Coach, I think you'll be doing a replay in a few minutes. The servers we picked for you are truly dedicated, Rev! I think you'll be called on to give of yourself yet again. Clyde and I can learn so much from being around a couple of father figure like you two, don't you think? Just be sure not to peak, okay fellas? I think there'd be all kind of embarrassment going on under the table."
"Oh, you can trust us, guys! The Reverend and I would never want to embarrass some sorority, would we, Rev?"
`'Oh my god NO! I think I'm headed for another joyous shout!!" said Josh's dad. He sounded a little worried, but quite committed.
Reverend Treat's knob was starting to swell again in my mouth. As usual, Lance knew what he was talking about..
In Which Josh Practices His Skills and Skippy is Smarter Than Thought
As part of his curriculum, Josh was studying massage. It wasn't just theory either, Josh had to do several hours each week of hands-on practice. He'd use me for things like face massage, or fingers, or feet, but for the major areas, he always got Clyde to lie down for him. (Between you and me, I think Clyde would do just about anything for Josh, as long as it somehow involved sticking his big dick in my buddy.)
Tonight Lance was half sitting, half lying with a business text on his stomach. Back to back with his book was my monograph on Bell-hopping etiquette. I could read it while I sucked quietly on Lance's perfect dick. Out of the corners of our eyes, we kept watch on Clyde and Josh, though. Much more interesting than our reading assignments, let...me...tell...you!
Clyde was lying on the rug, face down, his head cradled in his burly crossed arms. Josh sat on the big man's butt, leaning forward to work the long, wide back muscles that tapered from the broad shoulders to his comparatively dainty (but big!) waist. Clyde was growling deep in his chest, kind of like a cat purring...a very big cat with a very deep purr.
Josh wiggle-walked his way backward, sliding up and over Clyde's powerful butt until he sat across the man's ankles. Josh leaned forward with all his weight as he kneaded the big man's glutes, lifting and separating them, doing deep thumb circles over the taut globes. He put his palms together and sliced between the two muscle melons, pulling them apart, then holding them open, as he eyed his second favorite target. Josh took a deep breath, then slowly lowered his face into the crack and kissed Clyde's hole. Josh kissed that little muscle knot like he'd been gone for months and was happy to be back. Then Josh started Frenching it. His muscular wet tongue tickled the center, slathered spit all around the outside. Then he used his lip covered teeth to pry it open a little. He was especially good at working tongue into the big man's hole while he slurped and munched the ring. Clyde was moaning on every exhale. While Josh ate arse, he worked Clyde's big balls out from under him and massaged away, gently kneading, rolling and teasing the tender big spheres.
Clyde was now panting. Josh was really, really good at eating arse and teasing balls.
Lance and I traded glances, then we traded nods. It wouldn't be much longer now....
"Crivens ma eibhinn ballach! On yer hands and knees for me you're getting. I'll be rrrraw dogging yourrr hungry hole NOW!"
Josh was quick on his feet, and even quicker on his knees. He was up and braced, his pert little butt facing Clyde as the big man rose to his knees and pivoted. Josh dropped his head and waited for the impact. Clyde surprised him though by slapping a big hand on each of my bud's cheeks and diving into the hot cleft. He licked like a horse at a salt lick, then he ate noisily for a minute or so before knee walking forward and placing his big knob at Josh's little pucker. It always looked impossible. Every time.
"Brace yourself, my Joshie, my banger's going in your roaster now....oooooOOUUUUUUUFFFFFF!!!!!"
It was always amazing to see that big thing disappear into another dimension. Josh's head flew up like a Doberman on alert. He bent his elbows a little to brace himself and...
"Blllllaaaam...bllllaaaaam...bllllllaaaaaammm...." Clyde started posting an even, deep fucking. It was like watching someone pounding railroad spikes in the wall.
"Booooom...Booooom...Boooooom...Bllllaaaaam!"
His big mitts rested on Josh's hips, thumbs at the base of his spine and his fingers reaching around to grab the forward points of Josh's hip bone. Clyde rocked on, a steady deep pounding that already had both of them sweating. You could see Clyde's big balls swinging in their sack, smacking Josh's smaller, higher hanging ones with every fuck. Both men were now glassy-eyed in fuck lust.
"Skip! Take my dick out of your mouth for a minute and go help out your buddy. He's got some major achy dick going on, and Clyde's too busy pounding his pussy to help."
Knowing I would soon be back, I crawled over, flipped onto my back, scooted under Josh, then reached up to swallow the tip of his angry red dick meat. His dick was desperate. I knew exactly how to help it.
As I scoured the knob with my tongue, Josh whimpered a little. He whimpered more and louder when I deep throated his stick and began bobbing on both the knob and half the shaft. I set up a counter rhythm to Clyde's jack hammering.
"Bllllaaaammmm...suck-suck... Bllllaaaammmm...suck-suck... Bllllaaaammmm...suck-suck..."
Clyde was heading for the barn. You could practically here him whinny. Josh's whimpering picked up speed and started climbing in pitch.
Clyde was now panting like a sprinter at the finish line. I could see his big balls rise up in their big bag. Josh's were pulled tight against the bottom of his smaller dick.
Clyde gulped air and jabbed Josh like a toreador stabs his bull. Josh tossed his head back. "FFFFUUUUCCCCKCCKKKKK!!!" they screamed in unison, one bass, one tenor.
Clyde's dick unloaded in Josh's pussy just as my buddy fed me his steaming hot goo. I swallowed for quite some time.
Clyde pulled his cock out of Josh's arse , then walked around and stuck it in his mouth.
I kept nursing on Josh.
"SSShhhluuuuuuooooopp." Clyde pulled his dick out of Josh's mouth.
"SSHhhlllliiiiippp." Josh pulled his dick out of mine.
Lance guffawed as he watched. "How about you two overheated fucksters go out and get us all some food? Skip and I need to study and it's hard to do with you two rutting like like a Clydesdale on a pony just a couple of feet away," said Lance.
As Clyde and Josh dressed and headed out for pizza, Lance snapped his fingers and pointed to his dick. I was back on the job in no time.
"Skip! I've been reading this fucking page for a half hour now and it doesn't make any fucking sense! Look at this shit!"
Lance turned the book around so I could see his business math text. My brow furled as I read.
"FFFIDIENENENTTTOOFFFTHHEHEHCCOOCMMMPPPAAANNIESSS..." I said around his cock in my mouth.
"Skip, I know you need me in you, but go ahead and drop my dick for a minute. You'll be eating me again soon. What is it you're trying to say, little dude?"
"Well, thirteen of the companies have enough debts that if they need to amortize them over a standard period..."
"Shit, little dude! You mean you really get this?" shouted Lance.
"Well...uh...yeah, I do. You see, like dad was so busy coaching and mom wasn't any good with money, so I kind of took over all our money stuff and I needed to bring in some cash for the family, so I worked on weekends, including working some for my mom's brother at his mortgage company on weekends and with dad's sister at her accounting firm. So I picked up some stuff, I guess."
"You guess?!! Skip, you are now my official homework slave. Not only that, but we're going to get your arse into some fucking heavy financial management classes. I'll make sure your brain isn't going to waste anymore than your mouth and pussy are. I'm going to work you inside and out, babe. I'm going to keep making you squeal while you keep making us some money. Get up here and have a seat, little dude, you so need my dick way the fuck up inside your hot little hole! Then when Clyde and Josh are back, I'll have them help celebrate by cumming on my meat, then I'll feed you all three or our loads. How's that sound, little dude?
Lance loved to celebrate. I did too. I hummed on.