Skippy Gobbles College Cock 2
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The Boys Meet Their Makers
Josh and I stood outside the door, looking at each other. Finally I gave up and knocked twice, very softly.
"Come the fuck in!"
We cautiously opened the door then walked into the room of the men who would be our `big brothers.' There were towels, trainers, dirty socks draped over barbells, laptops and even the microwave oven. A couple of sweating bottles of beer sat atop a mini-fridge.
In a bed against the far wall, a man lay with his back to us. Rubbing his head a bit , he started to turn toward us, then yelled, "Clyde, roll your fucking arse out here, I think our indentured servants just arrived!'
Out of what must be the bathroom came a giant figure, ducking to keep from hitting his head on the doorframe. He was drying his hair, and walking at the same time. Huge and graceful, like an Arabian horse or something. No...not an Arabian...something else, maybe.
Russet curls covered his head, a triangle between his big red nipples and the treasure trail to the wealth of curly pubes above his dick. The dick looked like a piece of PVC pipe the plumber left behind. As we watched, it fleshed out a bit and began to rise.
Everything about him was big except his waist which made everything else seem even bigger. Slabs of pectoral muscles, big hulking guavas for calves, cantaloupes for biceps and deltoids. I could see Josh's mouth start to water. The man mountain had high arched feet and his lower legs were decorated with more red hair. His thighs could move trucks out of the way. His handsome face peeked out at us and one green eye winked from under the towel. He twisted a bit, showing off the powerful curve of his arse. He was a fucking Clydesdale!!
"So you boys be herrrre for some trrraining, I ken." The big man could roll both his r's and his arse.
Josh was pole axed. He stood there spellbound. His weight shifted back to his heels, his head fell forward a bit. His jaw dropped and went a bit slack. His eyes were as big as I've ever seen them, and I've seen them be plenty big. He swayed a little, then his eyes rolled up some and he dropped to his knees.
Still toweling his hair, the man mountain walked on up to Josh, grabbed his half hard dick and started feeding it to my bud.
"And I'll be taking this whelp to trrrrain now, dontcha know, Lance? An eagerrrr bairrrn he be! Ye can have the whimpy little one. Looks needy too!"
"You sure as hell well, big guy, you can tell by looking at those lips that they were made to blow your bagpipe." The chuckling that followed brought my attention back to the man on the bed. He'd rolled over, swung his feet to the floor and leaned forward, forearms on his knees.
"So which one are you, little dude?"
"Eeeerrr, IIIIII'mmm Skip, sir. Skipper. Uhm...some people call me, Skippy...sir." I was frozen in time, lost in deep brown eyes in a face made for presidential portraits, or maybe a Hollywood trailer. Rugged, but with sweet curling lips, wavy brown hair. He saw the look in my eyes and grinned. He knew hunger when he saw it. His was a happy grin. It was a very smug, happy grin. He scratched an arm pit, ran a palm over a hairless well muscled pec, down over his tight abs, then grabbed his balls and hefted his whole package. It was a very big package. It was packed with very big things. His lip curled a bit more. Almost a smirk, maybe."
"Hit the floor, Skippy," he said very quietly.
"Crawl to me." he whispered.
I crawled.
The Boys Are Schooled on the Rules
"Pledge/Sponsor meeting in 15!" Someone yelled in the hall.
Josh and I were sucking some major meat.
It was wonderful that the meat was attached to guys who also liked to kiss. Sitting on their beds with knees wide apart, Lance and Clyde looked down as our mouths worked their dicks and balls. Their junk shown with our spit. Well...their spit too. The spit that they'd spit in our mouths.
The men liked to pull us up by the jaw and stick their tongues down our throats while we struggled to breathe and keep from choking. They'd suck out our breath, then kind of blow us up like balloons. They'd work up a wad and drop it in our mouths before reattaching us to their cocks again. Then they'd laugh like beer crazed frat boys. Well, they were beer crazed frat boys. This had gone on for some time.
"Pledges! Keep sucking and listen up!" said Lance. Clyde and I are going to feed you too puppies, then we're going downstairs for the meeting. After the meeting, we're all back here again. That's when Clyde and I are going to stick our dicks up your tender butts and breed you like a couple of bitches...understand?"
Cocks in mouth, we nodded. The men slipped their meat out of our mouths and started beating off.
"Okay Clyde..on my count! 10...9...8...7..." they pried our jaws wider with their thumbs.
"OPEN FAGGOTS!..6...5...4...3...2...1...UUUUUUUUugghghgghgh!!!!! FFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!
As the guys shot off, they plunged their dicks as far down our throats as they could. Their cocks kicked like canons as they unloaded. My eyes were bulging like Josh's. We choked and swallowed, barely keeping up with the gushing goo. We later got to watch a reply of the video taken by the surveillance camera in the corner of the room. Recordings were protected by passwords known only to room occupants who sold the more profitable ones for extra cash.
Lance pulled my head out of his crotch, grinned down and used his thumb to swab some of his cum off my lower lip and into my mouth.
Let's go kids! Time to learn you future.
The Boys Continue Their Training
Twenty frat men sat in straight backed wooden chairs set in a circle. On the floor in front of each was a freshman sitting on his heels facing into the circle. I did a fast scan of the room. Forty hotties gathered in one room. The brothers looked like competing shirt ads. The pledges looked like choirboys contesting for the "Junior Mister Innocent" award. I couldn't help but notice that a lot of the brothers' eyes were staring at Josh and me while a lot of the pledges were stealing quick shy glances at Lance and Clyde. Josh and I knew to keep our eyes down, almost closed. Modest, you might say. It seemed we and our big bro's were eye candy for a lot of people, for different reasons. It was pretty intense. I felt Lance's hand squeeze my shoulder then slap me lightly on the back of my head. He knew the score too.
Trent of The Sacred Paddle, and Joe of The Ever Present Camera stepped into the circle. Pain stick in one hand and what looked like a man's jewelry box in the other, Trent turned slowly as he talked, the camera following his gaze to scanning our anxious pledge faces as well as the uniformly smirking faces of the upper classmen.
"Pledges, you already know who the big men on campus are. You're sitting in front of them. You newbies are now officially enrolled in Pledge Week. If you make it through the next seven days, you'll be freshmen members of Alpha-COK. We will still make you do whatever the fuck we want, just maybe not as much, and not all the time.
But the next seven days are major for you, so listen up! Catch...pledges!"
Trent tossed each of us a small pin. We examined them.
"Put on the fucking pins, pledges!"
We clipped the pins to whatever tops we were wearing. The pin looked at first glance like a pair of black owl eyes, one eyebrow arched. On second glance, they were two dark holes, one surrounded by pink cupid's bow lips.
Tucking the paddle under one arm, Trent continued.
"Each of you now has received the gift of an Alpha-COK pledge pin. The symbol should be obvious. Who can tell me what it means?
Silence rolled around the room.
"Gggnn." Josh quietly cleared his throat. "Uh...I think maybe...I think maybe it like means two holes...like maybe a mouth...and maybe line a...you know..." Yep, Josh was a preacher's son.
"That's right pledges! Two holes. Two pledge holes for men. For men to use. A pussy mouth, and a pussy arse. You get that, Pussies?!!"
"Yes! Yes..yes Sir! .."rolled around the room.
"Look around at the brothers in the chairs. They are your owners. They are your bosses. They are your masters. Memorize their faces. Memorize the frat letters on their shirts. Memorize the Alpha-COK letter pins on their chests. Anytime anyone wearing these shirts, letters or pins tells you to do something, you do it. Understand, pledges? Nod your fucking heads!"
Head bobbing rolled around the room.
"These aren't the only brothers you'll see. Our frat is huge. It's everywhere. We are profs, grad students, and administrators. We are in professions, businesses, manuall labor even. We come and go, on and off campus, we are all over town.
"Letters, shirts, pins. You see any of the three and you listen, you nod and you do. Got it? Nod your fucking heads, pledges!"
We nodded
"Remember...anyone...anywhere...anytime...are you confused, pledges? Shake your fucking heads."
We shook.
"So that's it for tonight. Meeting tomorrow night, same place, same time. Got it? Nod your fucking heads, pledges!"
We nodded. It was almost like we were being indoctrinated of something.
Most of the room got up and dispersed, the pledges filing out the front door and the bro's up the stairs. When Josh and I stood, we were grabbed by the back of our necks and frog marched up to our big bros' room. The guys whistled a happy little tune as we stumbled along in front of them. Slamming the door behind us, Lance said:
"Okay kids...it's fucking time!"
The Boys Get Fucked
Still whistling, the men stopped in the middle of the room and released our necks. Man! They had strong hands.
"Okay little dudes. Tomorrow you get here during lunch and clean up this fucking room, and I mean clean!" said Lance. For now, you can take our clothes off, fold them and put them on our dressers. Think you can manage that, faggots?"
We allowed as how we could while baring their two sculptured torsos, sliding socks off feet with elegant arches and delineated toes. We knelt to pull jock straps down over pumped quads, sturdy knees and rock-hard calves. I caught Josh sniffing Clyde's jock as I hunched over and held Lance's to my nose. True perfume, dudes, air of ambrosia. Lance's smelled like mushrooms packed in garlic. My nose connected to my dick and I threw wood.
"Clyde, well you look at my little guy! He's got a boner just from my smell! How twisted is that?"
"Crivens, Lance. Ya rrrrreally know that the twinks flock to your grrreat boaby like bees to heatherrr. They suck like the bees do too," mused Clyde.
"Too true, too true, ya big lug. My little guy has gotten lucky. He's going to get my dick in his pussy sooner than later. Looks like your pledge is ready, willing and able too!"
Josh was standing, transfixed. He stared at Clyde like he was watching Moses part the Red Sea. His dick stuck out like a thick coat hook, bobbing up and down a little, along with his pulse.
"Yourrrr rrrright Lance! Look at the two melons he's got for a butt. Soon I'll be splitting him open and pissing my cum in his rosy pulp. I'll be about knawing on that thick neck of his too, I'm thinking. Maybe squeezing those oysters he's hiding in his pouch until he gives up his nectarrrr, catch it in my palm and feed it back to him. Feuch but he's a dainty dollop of muscle boy, don't ya ken?"
"I think you're right Clyde. And will you look at my little guy? He can hardly look me in the eye. He's sweating like a pig. Piglet, I guess would be the better term. Pledges! Time to bare your bods. Strip and serve your big brothers, boys. Now!"
We stripped in kind of a daze. Josh ambled over to Clyde. Feeling all kinds of shy, I slowly floated over to Lance and automatically drifted to the floor between his legs.
I looked up into Lance's face. Totally a 10. Totally the picture from my wet dreams. Totally the man who now told me what to do, when to do it and how. I totally loved it.
"Skip...Skippy. Easy there, little guy." Lance sat back on his bed and pulled me to him. He held my head in both hands, maybe six inches from his face.
"I wonder. Are you the kind that needs chocolate and flowers? Maybe some soft words and sappy greeting cards, little dude? Or...maybe...are you the kind that needs it...just a little...bit...rough?"
Three heartbeats went by.
"maybe a little bit rough?.." I squeaked.
What's that, Skip?
"a...a...little rough?.." I squeaked a little louder.
Lance leaned into me. He brought his lips to my ear and whirled the tip of his tongue around it, whispering, "What the fuck did you say to me...faggot?"
"Rough, sir."
"Rough, huh? Why am I not surprised? Rough is my favorite, Skip! Rough is what rips you up and frees my cock for some furious fucking, little dude. I kind of had the feeling you'd want it rough. That's just how you're going to get it, little guy!"
He held my chin in one hand and pulled me to his face. He leaned in for a kiss. My god, what a fucking wonderful kiss! The whole time he held me by the back of my neck and worked my mouth against his own prying my jaw wide open. His strong tongue came knocking. I welcomed it in. It searched everywhere, making itself at home. It moved in and out, bring with it his hot spit. I swallowed two or three times. Lance moaned into my mouth, and fed me more spit. I opened my eyes to look into his hooded gaze. He was so fucking hot, I could hardly stand it. Leaning away from me a bit, he tightened his grip on my neck and grabbed his dick with his other hand. Effortlessly he bent me down and attached me to his cock. Then he shoved it in deep.
"Oooohhhh yes! I think you do need it a bit rough. Maybe a little candy later, but for now you suck my fucking dick! My hog's going right up your pussy in about two minutes and you're going to want it as slick as you can get it. It's going in fast and it's going in hard. Maybe it's going to give you a little pain, but you are so going to love it, little buddy. We'll start fast and hard. Maybe we'll get to slow and hard later. Maybe sometime after midnight. Maybe the third or fourth time I pound your pussy. We'll see, little dude. We'll see!"
I slobbered, licked and sucked. He was wet and pulsing, his balls already doing chin ups, warming up for the a big delivery. His knob was already shiny and tight.
Lance slipped off the bed, grabbed me by the hips and pushed my chest onto the sheets. He used his knees to kick mine apart, planted a big hand on each of butt cheeks and drove his face into my arse. He slurped. He licked. He sucked. He ate me out like a starving man on a steak. His tongue drilled my pucker while I chewed the sheets. On and on he went. He ground his whiskered chin on my tender ring, then went back to eating hole. Grind...eat..grind...tongue fuck. FFFFUUUUCCCCKKK could this man eat arse!!!! Somewhere in another universe I could hear my buddy Josh whimpering and moaning.
"I hope you're ready kid," growled Lance. His version of foreplay, I guess.
"I'm coming in. This is going to happen for you in a really big way."
It felt like a baseball bat was knocking at my hole. Despite myself, my ring tightened to a hard knot. It was scared to death, I think. Didn't matter though.
"Here goes, Skip. Scream for me, kid. You're going to love it. All the pussies do."
"Yeeeeaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!" I answered as he plunged straight into my hole. It hurt like there had never been any other hurt in the world. It hurt like this it was the original total pain of existence. It hurt like my guts would die and the world had stopped.
None of those things happened, although I kept screaming for a while.
Lance chewed meditatively on my left earlobe and rooted around a little in my guts while my hole slowly got used to the hot steel that was his dick. Somewhere I could hear Josh yelling, laughing and then yelling some more.
"Skip...stay with me, little man, stay with me. This is maybe the best pussy my cock has ever fucked. It's like my dick's gone to heaven, little babe. My meat feels like it's fucking paradise. It's so fucking happy to be way deep in your body that it's going to work you real hard and inject you with a big load of sex scum to remember it by. Your hole's going to itch and whine for my dick, Skippy. Ready to romp, baby? Ready to have daddy take you to heaven, little man?"
Lance could be pretty persuasive. I was ready.
My arse had pulled itself together. It had decided to meet the challenge...ready to tango.
That big dick pulled out until only the head was stuck in my ring of joy. After about a count of ten, it started to slowly sink in again, all the way until Lance's pubes were scouring my shaved hole. This happened many times. It was slow, it was hard. It happened over and over. Many, many times. I was panting, my hole grabbing at that hunk of hardness like it was my long lost friend. Still, he kept that relentlessly slow pace. Lance licked my neck and bit me. He growled deep in his throat. He dug his tongue in my ear, then went back to long licks up the side of my neck. He gnawed under my ear, then bit his way down to the top of my shoulder. With one hand he pulled my head back as far as it would go. With the other, he grabbed my throat and squeezed a little. He bit me again.
And then, my god, but did he ever fuck me!! Huffing and snorting in my ear, he plowed my pussy like an angry chain ganger digging a ditch. He gouged, he poked. He ground into me. He twisted and jabbed me at every possible angle, his sweat rolled off his body onto mine. He fucked on and on. I felt my whole body start to soften, my mind started to drift, like I was high on dope and about to pass out. Lance fucked on.
How can I explain what happened next?
Without warning he stopped. His body fell on my back felt like a statue of stone. Nothing moved. Every one of his muscles felt like rock as his weight pressed me into the mattress.
"Ohhhhh..Skiiiiippppppp!!!!" he wheezed, as his load shot from his body into mine. Over and over he injected me with his DNA. My pussy was a sponge for his spooge. His spunk was becoming part of my body. His juice soaked into my guts.
I lay there.
"Skip...are you alright, little dude?" Are you the fucking crying, little guy?'
I sniffed a couple of times, tucked my hips and pulled myself off his dick. I managed to wipe my face as I curled and twisted off the bed so I could swallow his cock as he knelt with his chest on the bed.
I sucked him.
"Oh Skip. Babe. I think my dick has found its new best friend."
I could feel my heartbeat match the pulse of his dick in my mouth.
"And you know, Skip. I believe you've found a new happy place, little buddy. Swallow me, baby...daddy's ready to feed you some more nice hot scum!"
And you know, I think he was absolutely fucking right! I was home again.
A New Day Dawns for the Boys
I slowly woke up as the dick eased into my mouth and started to move around. Lance was going slowly. I pulled back some, gave it a few tender kisses on the cum lips, then sucked the whole thing into the back of my throat. I rolled onto my back as my big brother did his morning pushups in my face. He let me jack while I sucked him and he exercised.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see big Clyde literally waltzing around the room. My buddy Josh was seated firmly on the giant's steely pussy punisher. His legs were wrapped around the man's comparatively small waist, his arms around the man's thick neck, head resting on a big shoulder. Josh had a dreamy look on his face. I think it had something to do with the rhythmic bouncing of his pussy on the big Scot's prong. Clyde's thighs bulged and rolled as he moved through his dicking dance.
"49..50! Okay little dude, it's crunch time!"
Lance and I shifted to the floor -- he on his back with me crouching over him from the side, his knob in my mouth. I nursed it tenderly and carefully while he hammered out his curl-ups.
"98...99...100! Done, little dude. Put your faggot arse on the bed!"
I sat on the edge of the bed wondering what the fuck was up next. Lance grabbed my dick with one hand and my balls with the other and started to pound my meat like a blacksmith. In less than ten seconds I was ready to blow. He could tell. He squeezed my balls and pinched my knob. Orgasm instantly averted.
Then he stood and looked down at me, amused at the shock on my face. His grin was perfect, framed by dimples. There was one in his chin too.
"Thought you were going to cum, didn't you, Skip? First you've got more sucking to do, little dude!'
His smile twisted into a smirk. He snapped his fingers and pointed at his angry looking dick. Without another word, I slid to the floor on my knees and started to root in his junk. Once everything was slick, I swallowed his big prong and started nursing.
"You can drain your balls if you want, little guy. I know I turn you on big time. We don't want your balls turning blue out of desperation."
How can I tell you how much I loved coming with his dick in my mouth? He would look down into my eyes, so smug, so fucking satisfied- looking. I couldn't help it. My hand started to blur with speed. I pumped away and squirted my ball batter all over the floor. I even got some on Lance's foot.
"You'll be licking all that up in a few seconds, babe, but brace yourself, I'm going to feed you first."
Even better was the feeling of Lance's sweet goo flowing from his hot dick over my tongue and down my throat. It felt so right. Whenever my balls went from full to empty, it seemed my stomach went from empty to full. Full was so fucking great. I needed to do this over and over. With Lance, I got the distinct feeling that I would.
Across the room I heard a tenor and baritone duet of profanity, crescendoing -- louder and louder -- until Clyde and Josh yelled as they came. "HHhooootttsss monnnn!" groaned the Scotsman. "JESUS FUCKING GOD!" screamed the preacher's son.
I finished lapping up my spooge from the floor and found a little more between Lance's elegant toes. Clyde and Josh collapsed on their bed, Clyde on his back with Josh still stuck on his big pole. You could see thick cum starting to ooze out of my bud's arse and collect in the red hairs of the Scotsman's big bag of balls. Lance noticed, and smirked some more.
"Skip! I think you need to go help out my bro and your friend over there. Tidy up and everything, eh? Clyde's balls have a whole lot of cum on them."
On all fours I scurried over and started licking the cum off Clyde's big boys. Josh slooooowwwwlllly pulled himself up off Clyde's impaler, helped by the big man's hands on his waist. More cum oozed out of my buddy's hole and roll down Clyde's rump rammer. Josh slid down next to me and started cleaning the pole, still warm from his pussy. Clyde spread his arms and legs to the side and lay there, growling with contentment as we dined on his crotch.
"Lance! We'rrrre definitely going to be keeping these puppies! They'rrrreeee not going back to the pound!"
"No indeed, my big friend! We'll need to keep them well fucked, fed and watered though. Speaking of which...Skip...get your mouth off that dick and get over here. You're about to get watered, little buddy!"
I was never sure about taking the gift of gold. I'd only done it maybe twice before and both times I'd had enough booze that I could hardly tell what was going on. But this was first thing in the morning when things seemed really real, if you know what I mean.
Lance stood. (Of course he wouldn't do it sitting). He wagged his semi-hard on at me and I crawled to it, as you might expect. I held the knob lightly between my lips and used my tongue to tickle under the piss slit. Yeah...the piss slit. His meat got a little bit harder, and twitched a couple of times. I looked up into Lance's eyes. They were happy eyes. They were haughty eyes.
"You can do it Skip! Do it for daddy, baby. Come on, little guy! Just this once, baby. Suck it out of me! Show Clyde and Josh who's boss, little guy. Drink it from your daddy's dick, Skip."
I tongue-tickled under his knob some more, then nursed just on the slit. Lance let out a sigh and out came his warm wet golden stream in slow spurts. He slowly rubbed his abs. He was making it really easy on me. His expression looked softer too, eyes kind of hooded, mouth relaxed. I slipped more of his dick in my mouth and sucked contentedly. This went on for quite some time. When I couldn't suck out any more, his dick began to harden. With another sigh, Lance pulled my lips to his pubes. His dick went through the back of my throat.
"You did it, little guy. I'm so fucking proud of you! You sucked the piss out of me. Once was enough, though. Man, you are some pledge! Of course, you've got to suck out some more cum, now, Skippy! It's better to go to breakfast with cum breath rather than piss, breath, right, little dude?"
I sucked.