Skippy Gobbles College Cock 6 By Scott Grimes (Studstick@mail.com)
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In Which Skip Gets the Works
One of Lance's Clyde's favorite things to do to Josh and me was to double dick one of us on the king-size massage table.
This contraption was in a little room way down in the basement. It was a padded table, but the size of a king bed. It had padded restraints on retractable cords at each corner. When one of us was strapped face down, a face hole and a crotch cut out gave free access to our mouth and junk. Stretched tight in an "X' form, our butt holes were open to the air. The men liked to crank the cords until we could barely move, only strain futilely against our bonds. Under the table there were a couple of good sized benches on casters.
Clyde was lying contentedly on his back on the bigger bench. Lance had rolled him under the table until the Scott could stick his big club in my mouth. Josh was strapped on his back on the narrower bench. His arms and legs locked in cuffs near the wheels. He couldn't reach his stone hard dick, nor keep Lance from forcing my dick in my buddy's mouth.
"Are you getting enough dick there, little buddy? Are you loving Clyde's throbbing pole stick up into your throat? Suck the big dick, Skip! Suck for a couple of bid balls' worth of cocksnot, little dude! Suck it, suck it, SUCK IT!
"But say! What in the fuck is this? It looks like your legs are stretch so far apart that your tender little hole is all exposed. Oh, man! You're showing your pussy to the world, little dude! How naughty is that? The fucking thing just winked at me. What a hot looking little pussy you've got, Skip! Know what I do with a hot little pussy? Of course you do! I spit on it, and then I fuck the holy hell out of it!
"SHhhhppppplllloooooooooie!!" Lance spit his hot juice dead center. I could almost feel it steaming on my fuck knot.
"Brace yourself, little faggot. Daddy's going to stab you in the guts until you shoot in your buddy's mouth. Josh, you'd better be sucking Skippy dick or I'll paddle your balls until you scream."
"ymmmrrrruurmmmhhhmmm," muttered Josh from beneath the table.
SLAM!! SHOVE!! PLOW!!
Lance bottomed out in my pussy as I screamed around Clyde's big dick.
"Surrre but you know how to punch fuck a pledge there!" chuckled Clyde. He was so big the with his dick in my mouth most of him was out from under the table where he could look up and watch Lance fuck me. "Can't help but admire the way you work a hole, Lance!"
Lance lay with his full weight on my body, his arms and legs stretched along my own. His licked and gnawed at the side of my neck until I started to hyper ventilate a little. Then he sucked my earlobe for a bit.
His voice was husky as hell as he growled in my ear, "Feel all that cock in you, Skip? Feel that there's not a damn fucking thing you can do about it? I'm going to fuck you `til your pussy burns, baby, then when I'm good and ready, I'm going to feed your guts while Clyde unloads in your stomach. You're going to fucking dine at both ends, kid!!"
Lance enjoyed using strong sexual language.
"Lance, my friend," muttered Clyde, "will you be talking all day, or getting on with fucking your dick's best friend there? I'm soon ready to empty m'balls and I want to see your face when you shoot up Skip's shit shoot!"
Clyde enjoyed some single entendre himself.
"Fuckin A," Clyde. Here we cum, dude!"
Lance slowly pulled out until just his knob lay clenched in my butt. Then he slowly slid in again until he bottomed out. He did it again. Just a bit faster. Then again. And again. The man slowly picked up speed, like a locomotive leaving the station. Disciplines, powerful relentless. He knew how to fuck, that's for sure. Soon he was panting. I could feel the sweat roll off him, some dropping from his face onto the back of my neck.
All I could do was pull my ankles and wrists against the cuffs. Clyde started pumping up into my mouth.
"Lance! You're reader that a whore's clit on Sunday morning! You ready to drop the bomb?"
The man above me was gasping for air now, fucking me like a sewing machine on steroids.
"Hell yes, man! ONE...TWO...THREE!!!! CHERRY BOMB!!!!!"
I choked on Clyde's huge cum wad as Lance fired off in my hole. Already stretched tight, my whole body clenched while I fed Josh everything I had in my balls...maybe even a little more, somehow.
`WWWHHHHEEEEEE HHHHAAAA." "FFFFFUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!"
" HEEEELLLLLLL YYYEEEAAAAHHH!"
The men high fived each other, laughing and hooting while my mouth and pussy drained the last drops from their meat. Beneath the table, Josh nursed on my softening dick.
"We were fucking awesome, Clyde!!!"
"That we were, Lance, that we were!"
"What's say we switch the little guys out, grab a beer, come back and go at it again. I want to see if Josh is sucking cock now as well as he's been sucking arse lately. Besides, I love to hear Skip when he's working on his buddy's meat. The little dude always makes those needy little sounds! Come on, big guy!"
"Hmmmmm. I guess I'll need to listen to myself more closely when I'm sucking off Josh.
In Which the Twinks' Background is Revealed
"Fuck!..FUCK!
"You fucking mean you fucking had Scott Grimes Esquire's fucking dick in both your fucking holes? FUCK!" Lance was staring at me in disbelief.
Josh and I were back at the frat, in our big brothers' room sharing a beer after yet another pledge meeting sex session. For the first time the men had asked us about ourselves. They thought Josh's studying to be a trainer was perfect for him and his junior jock body. When I told them I was studying hospitality they didn't stop laughing for about five minutes. Then they asked us where we stayed on campus and about our families.
They got really interested when we started telling them about the house where we were staying. Technically Josh and I were co-owners.
You see, my dad is the high school football coach. Josh played on his team. Since dad and mom didn't have much money, I'd applied for as much scholarship help as I could. Josh was in much the same boat. His dad was a widower and a preacher with some tiny fundamentalist church in town.
I'd had to start making some cash before starting college. So beginning of last summer I started house sitting for rich friends of my parents who were vacationing in the tropics and later decided to stay there. They gave the house to their son -- Scott Grimes. He was my major crush when I was in junior high. He had the perfect body, the perfect face, the perfect bad boy attitude. I dropped load after load in my hand and ate it as I watched him work out on the weights he had in his back yard. He became a really big deal trial lawyer and was a major player in the Alpha-COK Alumni Association. He had a knock-out wife and a couple of kids, but his major recreation was catting around with his best friend Brian Stone. The two of them loved nothing better than setting their bait for horny young men who were just figuring out what sex meant to them. Especially a couple of wide-eyed young twinks who needed a firm hand and hard instruction from a couple of older guys. Especially young faggots who were discovering they needed major dick in either or both their fuck holes whenever possible.
When Scott came to the empty house, I was doing my houseboy stuff. He showed me his dick, told me to get on it and I did. All summer I was on it a lot. I can almost hear him now:
"Get ready to gobble some cock snot, Skip!
"Goooooood pussy, puss, puss! Come get the cock, pussy!"
Mr. Grimes liked to call me Pussy.
That's about how it went, all summer long Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone took Josh and me in hand. They took us in the mouth and the arse a lot too. We learned what to do to keep them happy, and how to keep anybody happy they aimed us at. It's a miracle that Josh and I didn't have calluses on our mouths and arse holes like the ones we developed on our knees. Mr. Grimes and Mr. Stone were very much in favor of our putting in major practice time honing our new skills. We learned a lot about ourselves too.
Now, with Lance and Clyde, it looked like we'd be learning a whole lot more.
"Fuck!" Lance continued. "Scott Grimes was maybe the one stud in the great stable of life that would have almost...ALMOST...made me want to think about maybe sucking a dick. He was THE MAN, Skip! To think that I stick my cock where he stuck his, and I do it all the fucking time, why...it's almost humbling! Clyde, it seems we really lucked out with these two pledges. What the fuck, though, dude! Come to think of it, it's these two faggots who have hit the jackpot, or rather, they've hit the jackpot again! They get our dicks in them, like all the time!!"
Josh and I couldn't argue with that -- not that we would have, but at the time, we had the men's dicks in our mouths. Knowing a little about our past seemed to have inspired Lance and Clyde. While they talked they had leaned back in their chairs, sipped some more beer and unzipped their pants. Josh and I slipped to our knees and worked on (another) late night snack.
"You know Clyde, the great Scott Grimes went to glory with his dick in his best friend's mouth while they were doing 110 in his Hummer. They T-boned a bridge buttress and some explosive stuff. Grimes cashed in his chips as he fired his last shots. What a fucking way to go, man! I could almost envy the guy!"
With Lance's major dick in my mouth, I was tearing up at the memory. When Josh and I learned about the deaths, we'd been on our knees sucking lawyer dick as they read the last wills and testaments of Grimes and Stone. We swallowed cum along with the knowledge that we'd become co-owners of the house, plus a small fortune and partial ownership of a couple of companies. What was a little harder to swallow was that for the purpose of the inheritence, we were still wards of the law firm of Gottwood and Bagmann as well as under the intermittent supervision of one of Grime's law interns -- the infamous Gregg Seemans, the jerk I sucked off my first day here while the dean of students cannoned his cum in the guy's back door. Seemans would no doubt be showing his beautiful but nasty face again soon, for some reason, he really had it in for Josh and me.
"Lance," yawned Clyde, "I'm about rrrrready to turn in soon. Can we feed the wee bearns now?"
Lance chugged the last of his beer and bucked his hips, jabbing my tonsils with his cock. The thing went off, washing his hot sauce down my throat. "HHHEEEEELLLLLl YES!, Big guy! Feed that faggot now!"
"CCCRRRRRIIIVvvvvveeeeennnnnsssssss..." Clydes predictable ejaculation accompanied his considerable ejaculation which was gulped down by my buddy Josh.
Lance continued, "So boys, kiss your favorite dicks goodnight and head back to your place. We'll see you at the pledge meeting tomorrow night. Clyde and I have a lot of thinking to do."
In Which the Boys Are Marked
My stint at WONG Radio/TV was about up. My morning and afternoon routine of delivering coffee and blowjobs to each staff member and student had introduced me to a wide variety of people, lots of different dicks and all kinds and flavors of cum. Who knew? Well, I now did, technically speaking. When it came to WONG, I could pretty much identify smell, cum and cock with my eyes closed.
So Josh and I finished our homework quickly today and ran over to the Alpha-COK house. We were the first to arrive, the other pledges filing in very soon to join us in the inner circle. Most of the sponsors were already there. While we waited we peaked around at the upper classmen. Most were looking directly at Josh and me, like we were raw steak and they hadn't eaten in quite a while. You know that look where the corners of their eyes squinch a little, their brow pull together and their eyes get a little big at the same time. Josh and I started sweating. Finally Lance and Clyde rolled in, the floor reverberating to their mighty tread. As they took their places behind Josh and me, I could see the other bros find somewhere else to look...they started to sweat a little, I think. The pledges kneeling in front of them were all eyeing Lance and Clyde from under veiled lids. Hmmmmmm. The picture was getting to be clearer and clearer.
Trent of the Sacred Paddle and Joe of the Ever-present Camera walked into the center of the circle. Trent pointed the end of his oar at Josh and me and crooked a finger. He snapped and pointed to Josh, then to his own ass. He made a fist with his free hand, put the thumb end to his lips and made a raucous sucking sound. Josh understood immediately, padding around behind Trent, kneeling and sticking his face in the pledge master's butt. Raucous sucking was again heard. Trent caught his breath, his eyelids flutter and he almost lost his balance. Then he caught himself, took a deep breath and smirked, sweeping his gaze around the circle. (Josh really was that good.) When he got to Clyde, I saw his eyes drop and he had the grace to blush a little. But then he pointed at me with his finger, then with his dick, and then he put a middle finger in his mouth and sucked obscenely. I trotted forward and knelt, swept his sizeable unit into my mouth and sucked obscenely.
"Fellow bros! Pledges! Today we do the square dance. Two couples, one dance, change partners and dig for the clams. You will pair up, two bros, two pledges. One bro standing like me, his pledge in his arse and the other on his dick, just like these two. The second bro kneels behind his pledge, that's the dick sucker, and fucks him. When he comes, he pulls his dick out and changes places with his fellow bro. The pledges change and the fucking starts again. Any questions?"
There were a lot of `FUCK YA!...I totally love this shit! ..I'm so going to screw the hell out of his arse!" and similar comments, but no real questions.
Lance and Clyde played a quick rock-scissors-paper and Clyde entered the circle with the first ten brother. Their pledges knelt behind them and started eating arse. I knelt and sucked his cock as did the remaining pledges the standing bro. Lance sank to his knees behind me. I could hear him hacking up a whole lot of spit, and then felt his knob knocking at my back door. It was a familiar knock. I could still only get my mouth over the end of Clyde's huge probe, and about half way down it. Josh had really been practicing hard when we were at home, working with big cucumbers and sizeable zucchinis. He could just about work the thing down to his collar bone. Clyde was becoming most appreciative.
But Lance's large unit was the perfect size for me. Shape, length and circumference just right to challenge my throat and one I could just barely accommodate in my pussy. Lance seemed very appreciative too. Some sucking, rimming and fucking later, Lance decided to drop his load in my boy twat. He high-fived Clyde, pulled out of my butt and wiped the sweat off his torso. He took Clyde's place as Josh started cleaning Lance's meat that had just unloaded in Skippy-butt. We'd been through a lot of very similar fun and games and knew how to roll. I knee-walked my way around Lance and contemplated my task. Lance's butt was perfect. His thick thighs narrowed just where they joined his hips. The cheeks themselves were smooth and flawless, their mass -- perfect for his proportions. His lower back had two thick cords of muscle just above the two dimples. These and his abs made for his major power fucking. His glutes felt oh-so-good to my fingers and palms. He let me pull them apart with no objection. He trusted me. He let me bite the creamy perfection of his globes a little before reaching back and pushing my head all the way into his crack. I looked lovingly at his light tan love knot. Hairless, it winked at me, relaxed and winked again. I sighed and brought my nose to that musky rosebud. I inhaled. No other man like him! No other smell like it. My dick was throbbing and I hadn't even started to eat my favorite hole yet. I got my tongue extra wet and stuck it right in the center. It relaxed a little. I stirred the pucker with my tongue, slurped a few times, then burrowed in. Josh had showed me how to make my mouth muscle really strong by sticking my tongue into my closed fist and working to try to pry it open. I'm not as good as Josh (who is?) but I'm getting better. With something like devotion, I placed my thumbs on either side of the ring and pulled Lance's hole opened a little. He let me. My tongue went in farther. The flesh was unbelievably smooth. It was warm. I could still smell his musk as I settled into my work. His tender hole tasted like warm prosciutto. I love warm prosciutto. I gnawed a little on the tender slippery flesh of his sweet arse lips. Split was running down my chin. I was starting to hyperventilate a little.
"GRRReeatttt......ffffffffoooooookkkkkkiiinnn....ccccRRRRRIIIIIVVVEEEEENNNNSS!" Clyde started downloading his DNA into Josh's greatful, steamy receiver. Lance turned on the spot and let me suck his dick, coated with Josh spit. He wiped more sweat off his chest, pulled his dick out of my mouth and offered his palm for me to lick. Sweat removed, he dicked me in the mouth again. I could hear Josh cleaning Clyde's shillealagh, as the great man guffawed and crowed, "Joshua, ma wee chum! When yer sooking my tadger, I can hear the fookin angels singing. Suck on McDuff!"
Josh and I sucked in tandem. We made a duet of truly filthy, ball-draining sounds. Lance fucked my skull a few times, then pulled out, leaving just the tip of my favorite thing in my mouth. He took a great breath then spewed...filling my mouth with his warm cocksnot. I stirred it with my tongue as I slowly g sucked it down my throat. We were quite the team.
With the men's dicks still soaking in our mouths, Josh and I could see the other bros, pledges, the pledge master and cameraman all watching the four of us intently, like the audience of Dancing With the Stars or something. Everyone else seemed done...fucked out or sucked out.
Clyde and Lance nodded to each other. They stood with their hands on their hips, their dicks in our mouths and slowly scanned the room. There was challenge in their eyes. No one met the challenge.
Lance barked, "Brothers! Listen the fuck up! These two pledges are ours. They are out of bounds. Well... you can stick your dicks in either end. That goes without saying, if you catch them alone somewhere on campus. But you will not hurt them. You will not leave marks. If we find them sad, you will find yourself sadder! WE will mark them our own...NOW!"
Josh and I had been holding the men's knobs just behind our teeth and using the tips of our tongues to tickle that exquisitely sensitive spot right under the cum slit. The men pulled their meat from our mouths and started jerking. The whole time Lance and Clyde scanned the room and stared down their fellow upperclassmen. No one met their gaze. Josh and I nursed like starving calves on a teat. After just a bit, their spooge fountained out yet again, splashing our faces with white cream. Then they dropped their knobs in our gobs again. We worked our jaws, draining out the last drops. Dicks in our mouths, legs wide apart, Lance and Clyde punched both fists high in the air like they were in the last panel of a superhero comic book. I guess they were, in a way. Our Adam's apples bobbed as we drained their super dicks dry. They looked down at us and smiled. It was a genuine, real smile. Nary a sneer. I think they were a little bit proud of us, maybe.
"Suck it down, little dudes," said Lance.
Josh and I licked the guys' spunk off each other's face, and tongued our eyelids clean. We spent a lot of time making sure our mouths were really empty. Lance and Clyde each used a hand to pick us up by the backs of our necks and then they walked us out of the circle. The room was totally quiet. All eyes were wide in shock, jaws slack with disbelief. We dressed our men, then ourselves.
Lance and Clyde walked us home to our house, standing with us under the light on the front porch while we found a key.
"Little dudes. You guys haven't shot your sauce yet. Jerk out a load and feed each other. Clyde and I have the street blocked. Do it right here.," Lance said quietly. There was no question that we could say `no.'
Josh and I were nervous. The porch light was really bright. Over the men's shoulders we could see people walking by out there on the sidewalk. We took a breath and unzipped. Surprisingly, we had already thrown wood. It only took Josh and me a few strokes to come in our hands.
"Little dudes, you two are buddies, show us how a guy feeds his bud."
Josh and I lifted our cum-filled palms to the others face. We bowed our heads and lapped up the goo until it was gone.
"Good job, little dudes, good job. When we say...you do...got it? Said Lance.
We nodded silently, waiting, looking our men in the eyes. Without warning they pulled us into a tight hug for several heart beats, then turned our faces to theirs and kissed us deeply. Before our dicks could become completely hard again, they turned and were gone.
Josh and I stood and looked at each other for a moment.
"FUCK!" said Josh. "Fuck!" I answered.
In Which the Boys are Milked
"SPPPLALAAAATTT...SPPLLLAAAATT...SPPPPPLLAAAAAAATTT."
"Fuckin' A, Clyde! Skip and Josh are two squirts ahead. One more and we win the doubles. Pull it out of his fucking dick, big guy!"
Josh and I were on our hands and knees side by side with eight other pledges on several leather padded tables. Our sponsors stood beside us jerking our dicks, aiming to win the Pledge Milking contest.
Each of us had a bowl on the table below us. Besides that, we were gagged with dildo gags and blindfolded. Loud speakers in the room played a several minute tape loop of upperclassmen frat brothers laughing and yelling "Mooooooooo" in a variety of ways.
Our sponsors were allowed to use any means possible to drain our loads. We later learned that some had rigged their pledges with electrical stim units. Others rubbed their charges down with oils laced with pheromones. Lance and Clyde were pretty straight forward.
Lance had stuck a spherical plug up my butt. It had a flange that kept me from pushing it out and was fastened to rings he'd slipped over my balls. He had a mallet he used to smack the plug, sending earthquake strength blows right into my prostate. He also leaned over me to growl a nonstop narrative of filth in my ear -- mostly stuff he was going to do to me when we get back to his room.
"Whaaack...whaaack.."
"I'm going to eat your pussy until you piss the bed, you cum guzzling little cock sucker...I'm going to ram my dick in your hole until your eyes cross and you soak the sheets with your tears..."
For some reason, my dick was encouraged by this kind of thing. I dropped my second load within fifteen minutes.
"Hell fucking YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!" yelled Lance in triumph.
"Crivens and cruppers, my bearn! Squirt your sweet boy broth in the bowl. I'll be fewkin more out of you as soon as we're home in the room," hooted Clyde.
So far, Josh and I were minutes ahead of the other pledges, hoping that one of us would take first place with a third ball bomb.
"Goooo duuudddde!" that was a brother across the room. More yelling was heard -- we weren't that far ahead of the others.
Lance dipped his hand in a bowl of lube and slathered my junk with it, then wiped most of it off with a rough cloth. When he grabbed my dick again, I could tell he meant business.
"MMMmmoooooooooo...mmmOOOOOOOOOOOO..MMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Someone had turned up the volume on the cow sounds. "SSSSSSPPPUUUUUJSHHH., splllaaaaashhhhh..."sounds of wet liquids hitting floors and were now added to the mix.
Lance started a repeated pattern: two taps to my balls, then a big smack to the dildo. My body cringed a little when my tenders were tapped, then startled into squeezing the dildo which put even more pressure on my aching love nut. He made a circle of his thumb and index finger and circled the flange of my dick, hammering just the end. It was fucking intense!!
"Skip...you're going to be eating my arse all during dinner. You'll suck sausage out of my hole. You'll be snarfing up peanut butter from my butt knot and rooting around for the cherries I'll stick up my pipe. You are going to be licking the sweat off my nuts after my next run, then sucking the god damn cum out of my balls while I stand above you and spit on my dick..."
That last one was the winner alright. With a couple of squeals I dribbled the last of my cum into the cup.
Whatever Clyde had been saying, it worked for Josh as well. I could hear my buddy moan as he dripped a few drops of his own.
First and second place for multiple cums in the fewest minutes. Not so surprising, if you consider all the practice we've had.
Mel, the pledge master held up Lance's and Clyde's arms in a double victory pose. Cameras clicked.
For their milking prowess, they'd won 100 condoms each. Grinning, magnanimous, they waved them away.
"Give em to someone who uses em, man. Clyde and I only go in barefoot. We go hard, we go often, but we only go in raw.
And that was the raw truth, dudes.