Skippy Gobbles College Cock 7 By Scott Grimes (Studstick@mail.com)
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In Which Skip and Josh Wrestle with Their Reactions
"That's it, Skip! Try to fight me little dude! Fight me! When I get my dick in your pussy I'm going to tear it up all to hell, baby. Fight back, Skip! Fight your daddy!! Daddy's going to screw his dick up your butt and stab your guts til you squirt. He's going to hammer you til you piss, then power fuck you til you squirt again. You're going to be limping to class and crying every time you crap. Your hot throat's going to be so raw from my reaming it out that you'll croak for a week. Fight me Skip!! I'm going to take you down, baby! I own your arse and mouth and you're going to crawl back to give em up to me again. You know you will, baby, you know you need it!"
I guess it was a foregone conclusion.
Still...I backed away nervously. Lance and I were circling each other on the mat in the workout room of the frathouse. We were surrounded by frat brothers and their pledges. Most were making bets -- not on who was going to win this naked wrestling match, but more like how badly the looser was going to get used. Lance was getting into the challenge. We all knew who the top man was in this match. The annual Pledge Take Down was a popular event.
My guy crouched and swept a hand at my midsection. When I pulled back, he grabbed me behind my neck with his other hand and pulling me off balance, swinging me toward him. He stepped in behind me, grabbed me around the waist and dropped both of us to the ground. I landed with my back on his chest, his greased dick wedged deep in my butt crack. It was in familiar territory.
While I gasped for breath, Lance wriggled his hips and -- sure enough, his cockhead wedged itself against my knot. He held my chin in one hand and stuck his long finger in my mouth. I sucked. His other hand grabbed my dick, squeezing, twisting, scrubbing his thumb on my dry knob. I whimpered as I sucked, wriggling from the bullying my poor cock was getting.
Sure enough again -- my wiggling popped the end of his pole inside my ring and my weight slid me right on down until he was balls deep in my butt.
Lance jabbed up into me for about a minute, punching his dick in my body until my head rattled and my pussy gave up and opened completely. He doubled down on tormenting my dick. He bent both knees, which separated mine, then straightened his legs, bent his knees again and spread them wide, landing both feet firmly on the floor. My legs were spread wide and trapped by his ankles. Everyone on that side of the circle could see his slab of crotch wood planted in my hole, while I twitched and squealed around the finger in my mouth.
"Squirm for me, Pussy! Work your hot wet twink twat on my cock. Wear yourself out on my pole, kid!"
Lance's finger worked my tongue, pressing, stroking, fucking my mouth. His other hand started jerking my dick as he jabbed up into my arse.
"Squirt for me, Skip! Give it up for daddy, little dude. I'm going to dig in your guts until I work out your load. Give me your hot cum, baby. Show everybody who's your daddy! Empty those little balls so I can fuck you on empty. You're going to so feel daddy's dick!!"
Boy! Was I ever going to deliver for him! There was no question about that at all. I sucked hard. Lance jabbed harder. Then, it all came together and I squirted like a fountain, my hot ball batter spitting out of my dick, then dribbling down over Lance's knuckles. Lance switch hands, bringing my cum to my mouth while he grabbed my balls, and rolled us over. His weight smashed me down as I licked his hand clean. Lance hump-fucked me, tossing both our hips in the air. Machine gunning his dick up into my arse like a sewing machine on steroids.
`uh, UH, uh, UH, uh, UH, uh, UH, uh, UH, uh, Uh..." The loud ones were Lance.
`AAAAUUUNNNNNNNNNNHHHHNNN!!! Lance's crotch cannon volleyed deep in my hole, my pussy wringing it repeatedly, hungry to pull as much out of my guy, as it could.
Quietly, so just the two of us could hear, Lance growled in my ear, "I fucking love to cum in your body, little dude...I fucking love it."
I think he knew that I was pretty fond of it too.
In Which the Boys Are Invited
At the end of Pledge Week, the points were tallied for all those of us in Rush. Out of a theoretical 100 points, I got 92 and Josh, 95! We were the highest placing freshmen! I lost some points when I was supposed to stare down an opponent, and even more points in the Forcefully Fucking Others category. No surprises there. The bonus points I got for knob nursing and cum swallowing pulled my total up considerably.
Josh did a little better than I in the Stare Down and got a series of write-in bonuses for "Most Innocent Face I'd Like to Watch Fucked." We all have our talents.
Long story short, we were formally invited to join Alpha-COK. Oh, we'd have to keep doing whatever the upperclassmen told us to do because we were freshmen, but at least we were now part of the greater glory of the group. (In reality...very little changed. We kept seeing frat pins, frat shirts etc wherever we went and continued to spend about as much time on our knees as we did sitting in classes. Sometimes we were on our knees during class, like the time when I was summoned to the room of one of the voice teachers in the School of Music.
James Maulhauler was famous for coaching basses and baritones. You could see why. The man himself was of operatic proportions. He actually wore a smoking jacket with cravat while he taught. I could hear two deep male voices running through their warm-ups when I knocked on the practice room door. The little square of glass mounted in the door was papered over with a piece of old sheet music. I guess they didn't want observers.
"Cooommmmmeeee innnnnnn..."sounded Maulhauler's stentorian rumble.
"I'm Skip, sir. I was sent by the frat house to help you this morning."
"Good, good, Skip! You will be just the thing. You can read music, I assume?"
Yes sir! That one says Asleep In the Deep,' and this one says...'
`No, no, no, no, no! Not the titles, the notes!"
"Well, I'm not sure, sir. I've never tried before, but it doesn't seem likely."
Mr. Maulhauler got a little red in the face.
"Never mind. Don't worry about it. Just sit next to Jacob here. Jacob Poucher is auditioning to be my student. I always give a typical voice lesson to see how students respond to my methods. I'll let you know when you are needed."
"Yes sir!" I pulled a chair up next to Mr. Poucher. He looked like a grad student, older than I am, for sure. He also looked wonderful in a black turtle neck and jeans. The sweater hugged his muscular chest abs and arms while the jeans perfectly accented his muscle butt and bulge. The bulge didn't need any accenting. It was significant all on its own. Unlike Mr. Maulhauler's full beard and mustache, Jacob was smooth shaven. The classic face of an intellectual. Blue eyed, pouty lips, little gold rimmed glasses . When I pulled my chair closer I saw that his sweater was starting to pit out. Maybe he was hot in that thing.
"Jacob... I will call you Jake! Start again and support your voice more from the diaphragm.
"Aaaaaaaaaa..aaahhhhhhhh..hhhhhh," sang Jake -- a rumbly drawl that sputtered a bit here and there.
"Again...this time from here." Maulhauler placed his hand flat on the singer's taut abs, right under his ribs.
"Aaaaaaaaaa.aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaahhhh ..hh."
"Somewhat better!"
`Again...from here, from lower!" The coach moved his hand lower, slipping his fingers inside Jake's waistband and up under his sweater, just above where Jake's curlies would be.
"A. A. AAAaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH."
"Better, Jake! You must reach down and find the depth of your instrument! Now Skip! I want you to kneel on the floor here in front of Mr. Poucher." Maulhauller moved in close behind Jake.
I had a feeling about what kind of accompaniment was going to be needed here.
"Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiip." Yep. I was right.
From behind Jake, the professor held one hand against the guy's lower six pack and used the other to reach in his fly and pull out a big beautiful circumcised cock and truly huge gonads that hung below. This guy had balls alright!
"Now. Sing `ah' for me, Jake!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......." Droned the Jake.
Maulhauler rubbed his student's gut and worked those rocks for about a minute as the guy's dick rose in either indignation, or expectation. I could look up and see Jake's red face. He could be Josh's older brother with that deer-in-the-headlights look, his mouth open in surprise. He wasn't breathing from the diaphragm, I can tell you that.
"AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaa...aaaaaa....aaaa.."
"Skip! Suck his dick." I applied myself as artistically as I could. The sounds I made were lush, sensual and very, very wet.
Maulhauler's hips were pushing Jake's forward, presenting that beautiful cock for artistic appreciation. The prof rubbed gut and shook balls while I did the Hoovering.
Licking Jake's ear with his tongue, James growled, "Once again. This time from your fucking balls, you goddam stud baboon!"
I Hoovered up to "high."
Jake took a mighty breath and sang:
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Jake dumped a mighty wad of spooge down my throat...but he wasn't done yet.
"Aaaaahhhuuuhhhuuaaaahhhhuuuuuuuuhhhh..."
`No fucking vibrato, dickhead!' Andrea shook Jake's balls and the stud squirted more of his load in my mouth. Jake was done for the moment. He put his hands on my shoulders for support and slumped forward, panting. No one had told me to stop sucking, so I slowed down and nursed gently, listening thoughtfully for further instruction.
"Skip! Carry on. You're doing very well...just the kind of support this young man needs.
"Jake, straighten up and pull yourself together! Again. From the top!"
Jake hauled himself upright and took a huge breath.
Mr. Maulhauler rubbed gut and shook balls some more...
"More, Jacob. More! You've a lot more to give, man!'
Jake certainly did.
I thought he was going to have to crawl out by the end of the lesson after I'd sucked out a third load of thick spooge from his nuts. The man was a major producer. While Maulhauler zipped Jake up, the poor stud was practically passed out, leaning back against the prof's broad chest. I picked up Jake's music bag, pulled one of his big arms over my shoulder and helped him from the room, back to his dorm, got his clothes off him and got him into bed. As I watched his dozing face, I wondered if he needed any more support before I left, maybe some comfort as he slept? As it turned out, he did have a little more to give. I helped him give it, and made sure I got it. Then I headed back to the practice room as ordered. Maulhauler was training for a solo recital, and needed some accompaniment.
In Which the Boys Help to Advance Science
"Men! Let's see what we have here today!
" Mr. Treat, put your clothes on that chair and stand on the platform. That's it...right in the center of the spotlight. Now Mr. Lamb you can put your clothes on the next chair and take your place on the platform in front of Mr. Treat. Oh yes, you'd better sit so that the class can see Mr. Treat clearly, and I'll stand right behind him."
The dean had sent Josh and me to help with a special physiology seminar for trainers taught by a grad student, Vic Handy. Since there were so many Alpha-COK's studying or working in training, the social room of the frat house was once again transformed. Two sets of risers held desks for about ten guys to watch and take notes. The lights were dimmed way down and a follow spot picked out Josh in the near darkness. Just my head appeared in the circle of light, as I sat at Josh's feet. I guess we weren't going to feature lower extremities much.
In the dramatic lighting, I could just make out the glint of the frat pin on Handy's shirt. Yep, full brother, ours to obey...the pledges lot.
"Better get up on your knees and move in closer, Mr. Lamb. Those watching will need to see your face as well."
Well, that put my face just to the side of Josh's crotch. My breath moved his pubic hairs a little bit. His dick seemed to realize this and started growing, seeking the source of that mysterious breeze. Apparently it figured things out quickly enough because it pointed right at my lips. It was half a tongue length away. My own dick had figured this out and now pointed up at Josh's meat to make sure I didn't miss what was going on, I guess.
"Mr. Treat here will be perfect for our study. Guys use your clinic observation skills. His complexion, as fair as it is, gives us some idea of his mental state. See the flush that starts on his chest, rises up over his clavicles darkens on his neck, then on up to where actually turns his ears pink? Of course, he's nervous, embarrassed, maybe, or even becoming aroused. Perhaps all three. We shall see. Next look at his proportions and overall health."
"Clap..clap," Handy's palms clapped down on top of Josh's shoulders then slipped to the sides to grab his solid deltoids. "Excellent musculature...deltoids, biceps. Now look at these pecs! A couple of slabs of meat that make a fine man rack on his broad thorax. Watch when I palpate his mammary papillae. There! See how specific lateral pressure and a bit of torque cause his abdomen to tighten and his penis, already erect, become firmer. The bulbospongeosis muscle actually makes the whole structure firmer and you can see it vacillate rhythmically as it matches his pulse rate. Yes! He's definitely aroused now, and...I would say...maybe even more embarrassed. His ears are positively red."
I could look up and see my buddy's face -- big shocked looking eyes and well, he was staring into a spot light. He was sweating too -- nervous perspiration trickling from his pits. His junk was starting to smell like fresh mushrooms and cumin.
"Ah yes! Mr. Treat. You will put both hands on top of your head and not move a muscle until I say so. Your careful participation is most important to our seminar."
Josh did as he was told, as was his habit. He set his jaw and looked determinedly into the spotlight, ready to be the perfect model.
"Now observe his axillae, the arm pits. Note how the perspiration, caused by both sexual excitation and embarrassment gathers in the abundant hairs and then begins to trickle over the costal region and down his lateral abdominal muscles. Yep! Definitely nervous too. Observe my hands on his trapazoids, right here, on each side of his pits and follow them down to his twelfth rib and further along the lateral abs that pinch in to give him that tapered wasp waist look. See how my manual input is causing his penis to pulse more dramatically? Now observe as I follow the tendonous inscriptions, those smooth gutters that go from the points of his hip bones down his groin and under his scrotum.
"There! Look at that dick bob, now, guys!
" I'll gather up his testicle filled scrotum and bring it forward so you can see it more clearly, lifting his erect penis further out of the way. Notice that as I grasp its circumference, a bead of pre-ejaculate presents itself at the meatal opening.
"Mr. Lamb, you will remove the drop...with your tongue so we can better view the opening."
I stuck out my tongue and scored the drop of pre-cum. Sweet as always, that's my buddy Josh.
"Now Mr. Lamb, turn your head more to the audience. That's it! Class, note the well developed buccinators that naturally hollow Mr. Lamb's cheeks. I'll pinch the obicularus oris, the ring around his oral opening. See how Mr. Lamb's lips naturally make a closed ring? As I insert my finger and palpate his tongue, watch how he reflexively works his jaw. It's a nearly automatic response in him. Most of us inhibit this naturally, but he seems to have reinforced the action. Now his nursing reflex, inhibited in early childhood, aggressively reasserts itself as I gently stroke his cheek. Now watch as I remove my finger and guide Mr. Lamb's mouth toward Mr. Treat's penis.
"Closer...closer...closer...
"There! See how the little cock sucker grabs the bait and starts gobbling it down? See Mr. Treat's abdomen flex and his nipples erect further? Pray, continue, Mr. Lamb!'
"Ziiipppppppp. Sppplllleewwwww!"
"So, as I was saying... you won't be able to see the next interaction on the posterior side of Mr. Treat, as I am behind him. I will describe to you what is occurring and continue to direct your attention to what you may observe directly.
"I have applied my own saliva to my now erect penis and have positioned it at Mr. Treat's anal opening. The anal ring is currently contracted maximally. However, watch as I run my hands from Mr. Treat's pits to his groin several times. As he twists and jerks, his anal ring intermittently relaxes and...I...can...FFFFLOOOOOOPPPPP...stick my dick in his jock pussy until I'm balls deep.
"There! See how Mr. Treat gasps and moans while struggling to maintain his position as ordered? He naturally wants to drop his hands to protect his groin or anus, but must work hard to maintain his position as ordered. Watch how his muscles bunch and bulge as he tries to keep his balance. Then too, see how Mr. Lamb is undaunted in carrying out his instructions? The little cock sucker is better than a lab vac. Look at him work that fucking piece of dick meat, guys!
"You can see Mr. Treat flexes both knees, tightens his quads and calfs to brace himself as I probe his anus repeatedly with my dick. I'm being sure to prod his prostate gland at every opportunity. Every time you hear one of his little squeals you know that I'm pounding his helpless little fuck button. Look how he sweats now, trying to maintain position while getting his cock sucked and his pussy pounded at the same time.
` Ev...er...ey...time...I...fuck...him..I...jab...him...right...in...the...prostate.
" You may not see any direct indication, but I can report that his anal ring is now spasming around my penis so watch how his testicles rise up toward the base of his penis. Look how his dick strains in that pussy's mouth, will you? God, but this kid wants to drop his fucking load, doesn't he?
"Now see what happens as I slap his abs...BLLLAAAMM... BLLLAAAMM... BLLLAAAMM...! Holy shit!! It's like his hole is trying to strangle my dick, guys. It feels FUCKING AMAZING!!!
"And now I'll continue to pound his gut...BLLLAAAMM... BLLLAAAMM... BLLLAAAMM ...while I...UUUUGGGNNN.... UUUUGGGNNN.... UUUUGGGNNN.... UUUUGGGNNN....flood his fucking guts with my sperm, my DNA, my fucking cum right up his goddamn fucking tight hole. I wish each and every one of you could feel this for yourself, but unfortunately, we do not have enough time for that today. Perhaps another time. You can see, and hear, Mr. Treat ejaculating into Mr. Lamb's oral cavity where the hot slippery goo is conveyed by the deglutatory muscles down the esophagus and into the cocksucker's stomach. Look at the son of a bitch gobble down that cock snot, will you? Mr. Treat's arse is like a fist, man. He's squeezing the hell out of my dick. Now watch him squeal and squirm, still stuck on my dick while that little faggot sucks him dry. Keep sucking, Mr. Lamb! My dick feels so god damn good! So...now that Mr. Treat is starting to whimper and meuw a little, due to the constant and excessive stimulation of the glans of his penis, this is probably time to end the first part of the demonstration.
"Now as I slowly withdraw my penis from Mr. Treat's anus, I can see that all of you out there seem to have your own penises in hand and are quietly masturbating yourselves. That's a normal secondary effect of this particular seminar. So, our standard conclusion involves your coming up on the platform two at a time. Mr. Treat and Mr. Lamb will fellate you so that you can directly experience the final portion of the demonstration you just observed. Let's start with you two big fellows in the front row. The rest of you, line up behind them. Just haul your junk out and stick it in their mouths, guys. We've got to be out of here in about twenty minutes.
"Mr. Treat and Mr. Lamb get on your knees and...SUCK DICK!"
Josh and I had about four minutes per guy to suck out a load. Of course, we did it. This last part of our assignment wasn't hard to swallow.