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.
“Oooohhh, yeah, Skippy! Get the meat, baby! Suck for the baby batter! Hot soft and wet is how I like your pussy mouth. Let me hear you slurp, pig boy! Work for my cum, baby…suck it all out!”
They were on him like puppies on Purina. Their happy sounds were obscene. Prodder apparently approved. His chuckling was throaty and went on for quite some time.
“Show me how you suck dick, Josh.” Dave was direct. Standing in the middle of the room, he scratched his chest and then his balls while he tossed back half his drink. Josh was already on the job. He liked to be proactive.
“Are you getting enough dick there, little buddy? Are you loving Clyde’s throbbing pole sticking up into your throat? Suck the big dick, Skip! Suck for a couple of big balls’ worth of cocksnot, little dude! Suck it, suck it, SUCK IT!
“Ooohhhhh yeeeaaahhhh! There’s nothing like soaking your meat in a hot, wet mouth – especially one with talent. Kid! You’ve got cock sucking talent to spare. LOOK UP AT ME! You look just like a puppy begging for a bone. Good thing I’ve got bone to spare. Eat the big bone, kid, eat the big fucking bone!”
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.
I knew this particular dick really, really well. The dick belonged to my best buddy, Josh. The voice of command belonged to the Dean of Students, Dr. Dickman.
“Suck my dick, Joshie!! Wrap those sweet lips around my meat and get it down your throat. That’s it, fucker! Now hold my balls in your fingertips…just like that. You’re going to be praying to my dick, hoping I let you cum before you hurt too much.”
“Joshua…get your mouth on this faggot’s balls and chew like a son of a bitch…NOW!” Josh was under me in a flash. I could see the back of his head as he engulfed my bag of nuts and started working them hard.
“Brian, meet me in the gym and bring Josh with you, dude! Put up that clip of my interns giving us head in the office and then spread your little guy out on the mat. I’ve got a bet for you.”
Scott was sitting on a desk chair with me impaled on his dick while he packed me like a steamer trunk. We were facing a portable mirror set in front of one of the big TV screens. I was staring at my red face and helpless body as it bounced on his thighs.
“Will you look at our pretty little preppy boys, Brian? They look fucking happy to see us, don’t they? Naked and hard, like we told them to be. Pretty as puppies, aren’t they? I think I’m seeing some drool on those sweet pink lips. We’d better get some dick in ‘em quick!
Sweating at their pits, and chests, two certified hunks of deliverymen rolled in the front door, each pushing a hand truck with a big, obviously heavy, box marked Stone Enterprises. Both had short sleeved shirts rolled to emphasize their bulging biceps, and a button or two missing on their shirt fronts.
Skippy goes from summer houseboy to to tamed boy at the drop of a zipper. A tongue in cheek (and other places) romp featuring strong language and a remarkable amount of sex. Reader discretion is advised. Previously published on another site, the story has been reworked somewhat and copy edited. A sequel is in preparation.