Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2021 18:44:18 +0100 From: Scott Grimes Subject: Skippy's Cock Tales 4 Skippy's Cock Tales 4 So dudes, before you get your dicks out, get your wallets out and drop some bucks on Nifty. It's always there for you. http://donate.nifty.org/ Kade's Gotten Big "You think you can fuck your daddy...Pussy?!! The video showed Josh yelling at Kade. My best bud was lying on his back with Kade's now impressive dick shoved up his arse. "Punk! Are you man enough to fuck me, Kade? You got the power to burn my arse and fire your swimmers in my body, dude? Bring it, fucker...BRING IT!!" It had been several years since Kade had been back to spend much time after his internship. As it happened, Josh was in town and of course they hooked up. They hooked together in more ways than by the dick, despite visual evidence to the contrary. Both men really got off on the mind games of dominance and submission. Josh was a past master, and from the look of things, Kade was about to earn his black belt...if Josh let him. "Fuckin'-A, daddy! I'm going to stir your guts `til your dad bod screams for more. I'll hammer your dad arse `til you've got calluses in your fuck chute. You're going to beg for Kade's dick and suck it til I cum, then suck it some more until I piss down your throat. Then you'll beg to do it all over again!" Parker and I had even money on this one. No telling how this was all going to turn out. For sure, though, both guys had balls full of cum and were hot as hell for each other. When Kade jabbed Josh with his big dick, Parker whimpered in sympathy and began to suck harder on my dick. I scooched my chair around a little bit so he could watch the big screen without taking my cock ouy of his mouth. "You can jerk off, if you want, Parker, but keep checking out the screen. I've seen this thing a dozen times and it only gets hotter every time I do." Josh was holding his ankles and pulling his muscled legs straight and wide. Kade held the man's thighs where they joined his slim hips, pulling with his bulging arms every time he battered his fuck stick into Josh's hole. "Squeeze that fucking dick, daddy. Make me feel as good as my cock in your fuck hole makes you! I'm fucking pumped and prepped. I've been dreaming of slamming your arse for years now, and today's the day your man butt eats my swimmers." Kade was buffed as fuck and so turned on that his veins were pulsing out here and there -- neck, biceps, thighs. He pumped away, eyes closed, completely missing the smirk on Josh's face when he raised his head and stared at the younger man. "Is that the best you can do, stud?" Josh taunted. Hit me with that pussy hammer, dude! Slam me with your harpoon kid. Come on...do me...do me, fucker. You can do better than that! Fuck me Kade!" Josh released his ankles but kept his legs straight and to the side, giving Kade the best possible access to his butthole. He curled up in a half sit up, formed two fists and started landing first one, then the other on Kade's chest - pounding the young man's pecks, slamming again and again into Kade's taut abs. Kade curled forward a bit, grunting and snorting. His chest and legs looked amazing, arching slabs of rock hard muscle beginning to roll with glistening sweat. "Punch it fucker! Punch your daddy. Give it up, Kade. Give up your fucking splooge. Shoot it in my arse baby!! You can do it fucker. You can do it! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!" Josh suddenly tightened every muscle in his body and convulsed, his eyes squeezing shut with the intensity.Gouts of white goo shot out of Josh's dick onto his tanned abs and chest. A few spurts tagged the guy's chin. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHGGGGGHGGHGHHGHH!!!!!!!" Kade froze for two seconds then bucked five times into Josh's arse before shaking like he was riding out an earthquake. "OOOOOOhhhhhhh!!! OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!! OOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Kade was having a moment of semi-triumph. Triumph from his long held dream of fucking his favorite guy, and "semi" from realizing that Josh still called the shots. Still he looked like he'd run his first marathon and was happy as hell, grinning down at Josh. Josh reached toward the twink, turned his hands and wriggled his fingers. "Cum here stud! Come to daddy so I can feed you my slop before you eat yours out of my arse." Kade was nothing, if not obedient to Josh by now. It was load dropping to watch Josh scoop up his warm cum on his hooked finger and lift it to the kid's waiting tongue. Better still was watching the intern eat my best bud's arse, felching out every drop of his creamy goo. Afterward Kade lay flat on top of Josh, head turned to the side, cooing softly as the older man petted his hair. `You did really well, Kade. You're a very good boy! So good that I think I'll let you try that again...in about five years, maybe." Lance on Leave Lance sat back and wiggled his hips a little, settling his winking butthole on Tonio's eager mouth. The Italian teen snorted and slurped, wedging in deeper so he could work his wet tongue up into the ring. "Frocietto! Succiami!" The muscle packed special forces stud grabbed little Dario by his curly black hair and forced him down over his steel hard dick. The kid's cheeks hollowed out immediately and his tongue started to polish the big man's knob. "Eat my fucking cazzo, finocchi! Mangatemi!" Tonio jumped to join the fieast. And boy could those two Italian studlets eat American muscle. Lance sat on his heels on the bed with his knees spread wide. The horny boys started by chowing down on Lance's big nipples as he bunched his pecks and snickered at their eagerness. When he put both hands behind his head, they'd immediately slid up to his pits and scoured them out with their tongues, moaning in hunger. Lance had grabbed them by the backs of their heads and attached then to his nips again, grinding their faces into his pumped pecs, then pushing them down over his amazing abs before letting them fight over which one would get the big perfect dick his mouth first. It had all started at the sidewalk table a half hour earlier. Lance had a three day pass and headed to the small town in Northern Italy, ready to hike some trails and drop some loads -- not exactly in that order. He tossed down a couple of cornetti, and chugged his caffe' corretto, humming as the coffee and grappa warmed his throat and stomach. From behind his mirrored sunglasses, Lance watched the two teen age punks staring at him and talking quietly, rubbing their crotches, gesturing intently. The two twinks had to be fuck buddies. Their shoulders rubbed together as they whispered. Lance slowly spread his legs, tightening the fabric across his bulging thighs while displaying the impressive mass of his crotch. The kids' eyes got bigger. They actually shut up and stared. They were hooked alright. Like a pair of thieves caught in the act, the two froze as Lance tossed some bills on the table and stood. The big guy stretched, arms overhead, then walked past their table, casually scratching his balls as he went. The twinks' eyes were now huge. So fast that they hardly noticed, Lance tossed one of the two key cards he'd been given when he checked in. Before it hit the table, Antonio had grabbed it. The blond youth was more muscular than his friend, already showing the promise of the rugged hunk he would become. He turned to the smaller Dario and smiled, then tapped his friend on the lips with the card. "Bacialo!" Dario kissed it. "Leccalo!" Dario licked it. Tonio's plump lips curled up into a smile, then tightened into a smirk. "Andiamo!"... ...and they went after Lance. They entered the lobby just in time to see Lance's perfect butt disappear the elevator. Glancing at the card in his hand, Tonia saw the floor, grabbed Dario by the shoulder and pushed him to the staircase beside the elevator. They ran up the stairs and out into the hall just as Lance's door closed. They stood at the door, panting a bit. Tonio knocked quietly. The door opened about a foot. A big hand came out and grabbed Tonio by the shoulder and pulled him in. The door closed. Dario stood there...stupefied. The door opened again and the smaller twink was pulled into the room, turned and pushed up against his friend who was pinned to the wall, mouth open, lips puffy from hard kissing. They looked in each other's eyes for a moment before Lance shoved Dario's face against Tonio's making sucking sounds as he forced them to kiss. "Piu lingua ragazzini!" The boys opened their mouths and began eating each other's tongues as commanded. Lance laughed as he moved Dario's head, working the kid's mouth up against his friend's while grinding his groin into the kid's arse which, of course, forced the two boy's crotches to rub against each other. When Lance turned Dario and slammed his back into the wall, he held both boys by the neck, grinning like the apex carnivore he was. The boys stared wide-eyed at their reflections in the man's sunglasses. "Spoglierete!" barked Lance. They striped quickly. The boys unbuttoned their shirts and shrugged out of them, kicked off their shoes, loosened their belts and continued until they stood naked against the wall, their adolescent dicks swollen and shiny with need. "In ginocchio!" Tonio and Dario slid down the wall until they knelt before the big American. Lance looked down at the two baby birds staring up at him, wide eyed, mouths open. He kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it down off his shoulders, then tossed it to the side. The boys' eye's were now huge and their mouths opened even wider, staring at his amazingly muscled torso. The big stud tossed his glasses to the side and glared down at his captives. Then he slowly lowered his zipper. "Uno...due...tre..." The big man's junk tumbled out into the light of day. The full balls, the size of hen's eggs, swung low in their velvet sack. The dick hung there too for a couple of seconds, it lengthened...then rose slowly...until it pointed at the space between the two boy's heads. The boys' eyes followed the dick, mesmerized, actually shivering -- like a couple of baby rabbits in front of a snake. "SNAP!! Huuuuuuuuuhhh!!!!!!" The kid's sucked in their breath when Lance snapped his fingers. He pointed at Dario: "Le palle!" Dario slowly leaned forward and took first one, then the other of Lance's big nuts in his wet mouth, eyes closed, whimpering. "SNAP!! Il cazzo!" Lance pointed to Tonio who closed his eyes and leaned forward, avoiding Darios upturned face and managing to get his mouth over the end of the big American ramrod. For a couple of minutes there was only the sound of wet mouths and needy sounding moaning from the boys' throats. "SNAP!!" Two pair of brown Italian eyes looked up into Lance's darker ones. He pointed two fingers at the boys on the floor, then at his own eyes, then put his fists on his hips. The young men looked up, nodding their understanding, making sure to watch Lance's face as they continued to mouth and suck on Lance's dick and balls. "Basta!" Lance simply pulled his junk out of the eager mouths, turned and walked to the bed, shedding his board pants as he went. He climbed up and turned around, sitting on his heels. "Tu! Biondo...qui!" Tonio scrambled to comply, lying on his chest in front of Lance, worming forward aiming for the big dick again. Before he could get there, Lance grabbed him by the shoulders, rolled him over so he was gaping at the ceiling, pulled him farther, then sat on his surprised face. "Mangia culo!" Tonio got really busy eating the big American's arse. "Tu! Riccio! Vieni qua!" Curly haired Dario walked slowly to the bed, now shy and uncertain. Lance waited. Lance nodded twice, then pointed at his dick. Dario nodded and crawled on his belly to lie ontop of his friend -- dick to dick and slowly...reverently...suck in the man's big piece of hard meat. "Oh Fucking fuck YEAH!!" barked Lance, flexing his gluts, squeezing Tonio's cheeks and mouth farther into his butt cleft. He put one hand on the top of Dario's head and began rocking his hips, slowly fucking his dick into the sucking mouth. Lance scratched his balls a little too. God, but did he love boy sluts! He watched for a minute or two, chuckling at the twinks' desperate sounding slurping. Did they want his fucking load or what?? "Froci! Attente!" Of course those boy sluts knew how to pay attention too! Lance scooted back a bit, sliding his arse over Tonio's nose and forehead. The blond rolled to the side and sat up to watch developments. Lance reached over little Dario's back and dragged him by the hips until he was sitting on his heels, his back to Lance. The big dude's dick automatically poking around in the kid's crack a bit. Lance snapped his fingers. Tonio looked up. Lance pointed at Dario's dick, then at Tonio. "Segalo!" Tonio started jerking his friend's dick like a madman. Lance hugged the small teen to his chest with one arm and stuck the thumb of his other hand in the kid's mouth. Sucking happened. While Dario sucked and moaned, Tonio quickly brought the over-heated twink to a climax. "Prende in mano e mette sul vostro cazzo.!" Ever eager Tonio caught the bubbling cum in one palm and smeared it on his raging red dick, just as he was told. Lance moved his arm from Dario's chest reached under both his thighs and raised the kid's rump a foot in the air. Dario sucked harder on that thumb. "Ficcagli il cazzo dentro!" Tonio wasted no time. He knee walked forward and stuck his cum covered cock in his friend's pussy and started fucking up into it. Lance opened Dario's legs and scooted back, pulling the kid's ankles wide to the side, opening the boy to deeper fucking. The blond was stabbing and hammering like a rabbit on speed. At this rate, it wouldn't take long at all. "Aspetta!" Tonio froze in mid fuck, looking inquiringly at Lance. The big man backed off the bed, lowering Dario's shoulders to the mattress, and stood, leaning his hips in toward Tonio's sweating face. "Succiami, figa!" And since he was indeed a pussy, the blond boy leaned in and dove down on Lance's dick until he was rooting around in his pubes. "Basta! Scoparlo ancora." Tonio pulled off the dick and started fucking little Dario again while Lance walked around and climbed on the bed behind Tonio. He wet a big middle finger and found the kid's hole while the twink fucked away. He slowly moved his hand forward so that Tonio fucked himself on the finger more fully each time he pulled his dick out of Dario. Lance increased the pressure until his finger was in to the last knuckle and Tonio could barely pull out to fuck. He pulled the digit out with a pop, reached around and stuck it in Tonio's mouth. Of course, the guy automatically sucked it. Chuckling some more, scooted up until his knob was knocking on Tonio's back door. He leaned forward, forcing Tonio's chest onto Dario's, then reached under to grab Dario's waist. Tonio was trapped, motionless. Then Lance jabbed his dick straight into Tonio, like a wasp going in for the kill. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAA." Well...it still sounded Italian. Lance started slow fucking Tonio who was, of course, shoved deep into his friend's boy hole. Slowly, slowly, he speeded up, his big balls banging repeatedly against Tonio's smaller ones, his man sweat making the teen's back wet and slippery. He could feel both twinks start to tense, barely able to move while their pussies were stabbed relentlessly, over and over and over... "AAAAAAAAAAAAHAAHAHHHHHHHHAAAAA!!!!!!"That was Tonio again, as he injected his friend with shot after shot of creamy sborra. "Piccoli stronzi!" Lance hooted as he pulled out and off the little fuckers, pushing Tonio off his friend and jamming his face into Dario's arse. Lance felched out Tonio's warm load in no time and drizzled it from his mouth into Tonio's before scooting forward again and harpooning Dario. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Dario sounded a lot like Tonio, only a little higher pitched. Lance went for the quick kill, power fucking the keening little bottom while grabbing Tonio by the neck and bringing the kid's face down to his friends, locking his mouth on Darios, quieting the little one's moaning and squealing. The smaller twink's dicklet was straight and hard again and helpless in Lance's calloused fist, relentlessly pounded to spooge puking putty. As Dario's dick went off in Lance's hand, the big man delivered three sharp, deep jabs to the twink's pussy button and flooded the kid's guts with gouts of yankee sperm. Lance again grabbed Tonio by the back of the neck and, as he slowly pulled his big dick from Dario's pussy, attached the blond's mouth to his knob and watched the handsome boy deep throat the whole thing. He chuckled some more, massaging the kid's distended throat. Dario sighed and went for Lance's face, kissing the American's cheeks, his eyes, then his mouth. Lance slowly caught his breath, breathing in and out of Dario, toying with the boy's nipples while Tonio finished cleaning his big dick. Lance pulled his dick out of the twink and sat at the side of the bed, rough combing his sweaty hair with his fingers. "Vestime, froci!" And they did. The fags dressed Lance from foot to face, remembering to carefully place his sunglasses "just so" on his rugged face. "Ora...vattene, piccolo stronzi!" And the little fuckers, ever dutiful, got the fuck out now! Special Permission from the Dean Dean Steadman looked at the perfect dick pulsing just above his coffee cup. He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, looked up at the hunk of college stud and thought for a moment. It had all started when his secretary knocked on his door and brought in his second cup of coffee for the morning. "Sir, there are two freshmen pledges for Alpha-COK who would like to see you if you have a moment, sir." Rogers set the cup by the dean's right hand and stepped back. He had both hands in front of h is crotch. The dean knew what that meant. "What do they look like, Rogers? "Well sir...they look...well, they look PERFECT, sir!" "Describe `em, Rogers." "One is huge, sir. He's Scottish, talks like he's in a British movie or something. Red hair, rugged face. Built like a Clydsdale, including..." "Including WHAT, Rogers!" "Including his...uh...package sir. He's wearing a tartan kilt with one of those sporran things hanging in front. But it doesn't hang straight, sir. Not at all." "Okay Rogers. What about the other one?" "Well sir, when he came in this morning, I got hard immediately. When he started talking, I shot off in my pants...sir." "Of course you did, Rogers. You've got that problem, don't you?" "Yes sir, I do sir." "But what does he look like, Rogers?" "He looks like the guy you want to have win a decathelon, the guy you want to have flying the fighter plane, the guy you want to have throw you over his shoulder and carry you down the fire ladder, the guy you want to catch after his early morning run so you can lick the sweat off his balls, sir. He's got wavy brown hair, deep brown eyes, and he...well...he SMIRKS all the time, sir." "And what did your dick tell you about him, Rogers?" "Well, I'd just dropped a load, so I couldn't shoot again, but he still kept me hard as steel, sir. And it was all I could do to bring in you your coffee instead of dropping to the floor and begging to suck him off, sir. Uh...hat's what he's like." Rogers was, by now, beet red. "I get the picture. Thank you, Rogers. Show the young men in." When the two college studs strutted into the room, all the dean could think of was, "Rogers under-exaggerated!" Waves of testosterone rolled of the two men. The dean's nostrils flared. He waved them to the two chairs that sat in front of his desk. They sat down, spread their legs and leaned back a little so that the front legs of the chairs lifted off the ground. "Sooooo...I'm the Dean of Students. What can I do for you two?" "I'm Lance Pierce, this is my roommate, Clyde McMann...I mean, we really are roommates. Just roommates. " "Well okay, Lance and Clyde...roommates. What's the problem? " "Well sir, we are both pledges at Alpha --COK, and well, I know you are on the frat's advisory committee, and a frat alum, sir...and...well I know you know what kinds of things happen during pledge week...and after pledge week...and well, pretty much all the time, sir." "Yes, Lance, I believe I do know what every pledge goes through...so, if you know that, what's the problem?" "Well sir...it's like this. Clyde here, and I, well, we love to fuck faces, we love to stick our dicks in boy pussy and we love to have guys suck us off and eat our arses." "So, Lance. Again...what's the problem?" "Well sir, Clyde and I, well...we don't suck dick. We don't take it up the arse. We just don't. Never have. Never will." "Have you even tried, you two?" `No sir. Don't get us wrong. We don't think there's anything wrong with any of that, it's just that every time we think about doing it ourselves, our dicks get limp and we feel queasy, sir. We've almost tried. Lots of times. Just doesn't work." "So let me get this straight. You two top. You only top. You are only ever going to top. Is that right?" "Yes Dean. It is...sorry to say. And you know, the frat makes just about everybody do everything with everybody, but Clyde here, and I ...we just can't sir. But we really want to become Alpha-COKS. Is there any way you could help us, sir?" "Show me your dick, Lance." "What sir?" "Come over here, stand by me and show me your dick, Lance." Lance grinned. It was a bit smirky. He stood and walked around the desk to stand by the dean's right hand. He rubbed his crotch a couple of times and then slowly lowered his zipper. He reached inside and eased out a perfect set of balls under the perfect dick. They seemed happy to be free and began to stretch -- the balls dropping low in their silky bag, the dick lengthening and lifting -- perfuming the room with essence de l'homme. The Dean inhaled slowly through his nose. He closed his eyes. "Drop your load in my coffee, Lance." "What, sir?" "I said drop your load in my coffee, Lance." "Uh...sure, sir. Whatever you say!" The dean opened his eyes just enough to watch Lance's well shaped hand pull on his piece a little. Then the young man held his dick in one hand and smacked it into his other a few times until it stood out like a length of white pipe. Lance grabbed his balls with one hand and started jerking. "What are you thinking about, Lance?" "Fuck man! I mean...sir! I'm thinking about the two pussy pledges who are in the room next to us and how we're going to make them eat our fucking dicks when we get back to the goddamn fra thouse." "Noble thoughts, Lance, noble thoughts indeed. Hurry on son. We need to have time for your friend there to add his donation to my morning libation." Lance closed his eyes and bent his knees, his thick thighs stretched the denim of his jeans. His biceps bulged, his forearms knotted. He grabbed a half breath, held it and... "FFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!" Lance squirted gouts of white ball batter directly into the dean's mug. "Well said, and well done, lad. Now make room for your friend." Clyde's right hand had been busy under his kilt while he watched his buddy serve the dean a whopping dose of college boy cum. He was quickly around the desk himself and ready to spurt his splooge in less than a minute. "CCCCRRRIIIIIVVVVVVEEEEENNNNNNSSSSSS!!!" Yep. That was Clyde. "And again...well done, my young friend. Take a seat again, will you?" When the two frat boys were again leaning back in their chairs -- and again with their legs spread wide, the front chair legs bobbing above the carpet - the dean continued. "I do believe there is precedent for honoring your request." The dean took a sip of his coffee, closed his eyes and hummed for a few seconds. "Some years after I myself pledged to Alpha-COK, there were two young fellows who proposed the same thing. One is now a most prominent lawyer in the city, the other an inventor and manufacturer of note. Scott Grimes and Brian Stone. You may have heard of them. "...well, be that as it may, they were both allowed to pledge without giving up either their mouths or their arses. Largely because of their dominating personalities and their startlingly perfect genitals. Most unusual, of course, but my predecessor at the time had something to do with it, I believe. He was an afficianado of a more direct extraction of a man's crotch cream. He greatly enjoyed sucking it from the source. If I remember correctly, he also enjoyed it with his morning coffee. I however, prefer the method we've just demonstrated. "So, if you two agree to be at my desk every weekday morning to provide my daily coffee enhancer, I will see to it that the two of you are excluded from the requirements you find yourselves ...ummm...unable to fulfill." "Fuckin-A! Thanks dude! I mean...that's really terrific, thank you very much, sir." "Indeed, Dean Steadman, Lance and I be rrrrrrightly in yourrr debt, sir!" "Yes...well...speaking of which, from time to time I may require your presence at my residence on weekends, when I entertain some friends and colleagues who also prefer sourcing directly, or perhaps, being ...as some describe it....fucked in the pussy. Do you think you can deliver, my young friends?" "Abso-fucking-lutely, Dean! You just point and we'll perform. Thanks dean. You are one cool dude...sir." "Yes...well...I see my coffee is gone, so if you'll see yourselves to the door...Oh! And, please tell my secretary where and when he can get your dicks in his mouth, will you please? "Uhhhhhh...of course sir! Our pleasure sir..." The two studs jostled each other on the way through the door." "I'll feed him firrrrrst, Lance, I'll have him bobbin on my..." "No you won't you highland fucker, I'll have him eating my babies before you even...." As the door shut, the turned back to his desk, ran a finger around the bottom of his coffee mug and licked it. He touched the intercom "Rogers! When you're finished eating, get me the Dean of Music on the phone. I want to invite him for the weekend." "yysssshhhssssssirrrrrrr..." Rogers replied, slurring because his mouth was stuffed full.