Marty got home that evening in a huff. There’d been a group project in his economics class and his partners were shafting him with the work. He’d been in the library working on it. There’d been a girl, but he’d overheard her complaining to a friend about his B.O. and was pretty embarrassed about it.
Out of all of us, Marty was probably the most attractive. His high metabolism kept him pretty slim, even with our subpar diet and exercise. His hair was short and thinning, pale patches of his scalp visible through his black, wispy strands. Back when we’d all first met, Marty was the most obsessed with losing his virginity. He fancied himself a bit of an alpha Chad in the making. He stood at six foot two inches, something which had initially given him a lot of confidence. Between his high testosterone and lithe body, he was under the impression that getting out of his parents’ roof would jumpstart his new, successful lifestyle. Unfortunately for Marty, his high testosterone had him balding at 20. He was a scrawny white guy with a less-than-charming outlook on life. I suspected he had undiagnosed autism, which left him confused as to why girls didn’t want to hang out with him.
For as mean as the girl was, she was right. He did have a hygiene problem, one which he seemed incapable of noticing. We’d brought it up about a month after meeting and he told us he’d work on it, though his musk didn’t entirely go away. Brock kept a plug-in air freshener on at all times for the not uncommon occasion of Marty skipping a shower or three.
He set his laptop down and started to work on his economics project. We ordered a pizza as the other three of us jumped on a few casual games of league. We were still stoned so we were happy to have a task to occupy us, even though we were all just fucking around in-game. After Jack had used the fleshlight and taken a shower, Brock and I also took a turn of alone time. Hearing the noises from Jack’s sex toy had me aroused, and even though I’d hate to admit it, I was thinking about how that thing would feel wrapped around my dick instead of my hand. I’d blown my load on my thick stomach. I didn’t have a belly that hung over my crotch like Jack or Brock, but my thick midsection was only growing by the day. I scooped the residue from my hairless crotch, thankful for my lack of body hair.
After relieving that sexual tension, I could concentrate my stoned mind on the game. We lost another round before Marty called us in; he finished the project and was ready to smoke. Another session later, we were giggly and practically falling over each other in a high stupor. We all hopped on the game, Marty shirtless since he often got overheated when he was high. A triforce tattoo stuck out above his waistband, the result of a lost bet with Brock.
Jack and I went back to our room and sat at our desks, tall PC towers sitting where textbooks and notebooks should’ve gone. Our reaction times were at an all time low, so we went with the solid, mindless option of Rocket League. I ran into Marty a few times until he was sufficiently annoyed before scoring a goal. In the last minute, I heard the buzzer signal that our pizza was ready to be picked up downstairs. We were ahead, so I shrugged and stood. “Hold on guys, I’m going AFK.”
Halfway out the door, I realized I didn’t have my key card to get back in. I bolted the door behind me before closing, leaving it ajar for the few minutes it took me to pad down the stairs to the front gate. I took the pair of flat boxes from the pimpled teen and thanked him. I decided to take the elevator up; our building told us to only use it for floors 4 and above, but I felt lazy and no one was in the lobby. Good thing, too, as I probably reeked of weed.
I walked back and moved to push the door open before I hesitated a moment. I could hear a… strange…. noise. I quietly pushed the door, looking inside to see Jack moving frantically. He was still seated but with his pants pulled down to his thighs. In one hand, he held his mouse to aim a shot with his tricked-out monster truck. In the other, he pumped the fleshlight on his dick. The noise was quieter than it had been earlier, but the squelch was still absurdly messy.
“Dude, what the fuck!” I yelled, averting my gaze as Jack struggled with his pants zipper.
“Sorry, you usually aren’t that quick going downstairs! I thought I had a few minutes.”
“You’re actively playing right now!”
“Well you were gone, it wasn’t like I was slacking on a play or anything. Dude, I’m sorry, it’s just feels-”
Marty and Brock pushed through the threshold of the bathroom door. “What are you guys doing, you’re off comms-”
Jack hurriedly hid the fleshlight behind his back, neglecting to notice that his pants were still sagging.
I leveled eyes with Brock. “He was using that thing again.”
Brock widened his eyes, shocked by the boy’s brazenness. “Dude, while we were playing? That’s fucked up.”
“It’s not fucked up, it was just a moment of boredom. A convenient moment of boredom.”
Marty’s eyes had shot from friend to friend in confusion before protesting, “Can anyone tell me what the hell you’re talking about?”
Jack sheepishly opened his mouth to explain himself. “I got a fleshlight as part of the sex week stuff. You know, like a pocket pussy.”
“Really? You’re not screwing with me?”
“Nah,” brock corroborated. “He really did. Showed it to me and Reggie earlier.”
“Ok, so show me,” Marty commanded.
Jack’s words caught in his throat. “Well, I was just using it, so I kinda would rather-”
“I don’t give a shit, I wanna see the thing. Hand it over.”
Jack was a little reluctant, but eventually pulled it out from behind his back and handed it over. Marty held it in his hands, looking at both ends and studying the pink silicone carefully. It shined with lubrication.
Marty touched the plush material, at which Jack shouted “Dude what the fuck no, I was just fuck-”
“It’s fine,” Marty replied flatly. “It’s just dirty. I’ll wash my hands after.”
“But it’s like… my DNA, dude.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s mostly lube. And I wont use your DNA to clone you, rest assured.” One of Marty’s trademarked barely-jokes. Jack was still agitated though, and made to grab the cylinder back.
“Alright, I think you’ve had a good look-” He struggled for the toy as Marty held him back with an outstretched hand.
“Wait, I wanna see-”
“No, that’s enough!”
Brock and I had to pry the boys away from each other, Marty coming away with the toy.
“Hey, that’s mine!” Jack protested.
“Yeah, and you’re using it while we’re gaming,” Marty chastised. “So I’m hiding it in my room until we finish tonight.”
“Fine, whatever. I wasn’t *going* to use it, there was just a convenient-”
“Ok, good. Then lets break into these pizzas.”
The rest of the night went by ordinarily. We won three lost two, which wasn’t bad for being slightly intoxicated. As promised, Marty handed the still-sticky fleshlight back to Jack once we’d logged off.
“Great,” Jack had responded. “Now can I have a moment of privacy?”
“Right now?!” I cried. “We were all about to go to bed, I need to wake up early. Like, 9.”
“Please Reggie? I’ll be quick, I promise. I just can’t get it out of my head after I got blue-balled earlier…”
“That was your fault.”
“Please? It’s the first day with a plastic girlfriend, I need to celebrate.”
I rolled my eyes but eventually relented. He slipped past me, leaving me with Brock and Marty.
“That thing is dangerous,” Marty said pensively.
I gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, did you guys touch that thing? Like, the hole in it?” I shuddered thinking about Marty sticking his finger where Jack’s dick had just been. I really hope he washed his hands.
“I did,” Brock said. “It was really smooth. Silky.”
“Yeah, and the inside is ribbed,” Marty continued. He was staring off into space. “I’ll have to think about this.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He stared back at me blankly. “What I said. I need to think.”
Jack was done not long after, and we all settled into bed. After all the weed we’d smoked, I was ready to drift into sleep. My alarm chimed at 8 the next morning. I’d neglected to reset it so I was up an hour earlier than I needed to be. I clicked my phone to silent and enjoyed a few minutes of my spare hour in bed. Before long, though, I noticed that I was tenting my pants. I shifted, chasing the friction against my bedsheets. I moved to get up, still hearing Jack’s quiet snores. He’s great at sleeping through alarms, so he tended to take classes later in the day. Today I think he had an eleven AM, which he has about an 80% chance of attending.
I brushed my teeth, pulling a pair of jeans on over my my bulging briefs. I still had Jack’s toy in the back of my mind and it was getting me horny. Even when Jack was sleeping, I still refrained from jerking off. It felt like some sort of violation. Though, I guess Jack wasn’t thinking the same thing when he broke it out last night.
I washed my face, mind still caught on the supposedly ultra-soft toy. Brock had gotten a chance to touch it and Marty had his hands all over it when he confiscated the thing, but I still only had their words to go off of. It was only fair that I should get the chance to see what it felt like…
I cast my eyes back over to Jack’s sleeping body. He was still, save the slow rise and fall of his chest as he snored. I took a few careful steps over to his bedside. I saw the canister standing on end on his desk, the peachy silicone aimed to the ceiling. I picked it up by the body, wrapping my hand around it. I could hold it comfortably in one hand, fingers spanning two thirds of the circumference. I raised my other hand, two outstretched fingers aimed at the tight opening. I pressed my fingers in, the silicone parting around them. The first thing I noticed was how soft it was. I was so caught up in the smooth glide inside, feeling the ridges Marty had referenced on my fingertips, that it took my brain a moment to catch up to how slick the surface was. I cringed and pulled my finger out reflexively, wincing at the slurpy sound that resounded from the toy’s interior.
I froze, eyes glued to Jack. He stopped snoring, rolling over before he went still again. A minute later, I heard his shallow breathing again. I sighed in relief, gingerly placing the pocket pussy back on his desk where I’d found it. I raised fingers to my face in silence, my face twisting in disgust at the tacky, off white slick that now clung to them. I washed my hands vigorously, doing my best not to think about my roommate’s cum. I distracted myself until class with schoolwork to keep my mind off my hungry dick. When I got home after class, I’d have to have the room to myself for a few minutes.
Class was boring, as usual. I was thinking about our next night of ranked matches. We really needed to lock in with the tournament fast approaching. Last year we’d come in fifth place in the collegiate CSGO regionals, but this year Marty had his mind set on the podium. He’d been encouraging us to hop on whenever we had spare time, working on skills and synergy. We didn’t have a coach, but if we did, it would be Marty. The league allowed participants to play remotely, so we’d spent a chunk of the team funds to upgrade our PCs. My desk became a sort of safe space. It was also where I watched porn, so the chair was pretty well broken-in.
I took the bus home in the late afternoon. I was giddy to walk in the door, turning to ask Jack to give me the room. When I looked over, though, I saw him laid out in bed, pants off. I could see his curly ginger bush hanging under the cylinder in his hand. He was doing it again!
“Jack!” He was stunned, but didn’t jump or remove the toy. He just craned his neck towards me.
“Hey, Reggie. What’s up?”
“What’s up? Bro, what’s up is you’re fucking obsessed with this thing. You’ve been using it almost non-stop since you got it. Did you even go to class?”
“I attended online.”
“Oh my god, dude, I-”
Marty walked in, hearing our argument.
“Don’t you knock?” Jack chirped, still making no move to pull up his pants or remove the toy.
Marty took a moment to assess the situation. Unlike me, he had no aversion to looking at Jack like this. He was silent for longer than I was comfortable with. When Marty said nothing, Jack actually had the gall to keep stroking.
I put my foot down. “Marty, please, can you help me with this?”
Jack’s face knit together as his pace picked up. “No, wait, I’m almost done just look away guys-”
“No,” Marty resolved. “It’s coming with me again.”
“No way, I’m almost there dude just let me finish-”
Marty marched towards Jack’s bed where the boy had added another hand to secure the toy. Marty jumped atop the mattress, leaning over Jack’s bare legs.
“Dude, what the fuck get off-”
“You’re the one who- fuck!” Jack had kneed Marty in the balls. Immediately he knew he’d gone too far, but the boy was still chasing his orgasm. Marty took a second to breathe deep. I started towards them to help but Jack’s voice started to rise in volume with his oncoming orgasm. How he could still shoot with the two of us in here was a wonder to me. Though, thinking back to my secret ploying this morning, I could imagine that it just felt that good wrapped around his cock.
Marty moved suddenly. He leapt up and wrenched the toy off of Jack’s cock with considerable force, the boy’s shaky hands breaking free of the plastic toy. His cock, unsheathed, was in plain view. It was thin, cut, and long. It stuck out away from his pudgy crotch, aimed straight up. The tip was an angry red, stark contrast against his light skin.
“Aaaghhh, fucking… ah, ah, ah!” Marty’s plan to foil his orgasm backfired: the boy shot a strong bolt of milky cum in the air. It landed against Marty’s glasses, dripping down onto his cheek. He froze in bewilderment. Jack was still moaning through his orgasm, additional semen leaking from his piss-slit to collect in the red hairs curled around his ballsack.
Marty looked at me, and I looked back at him. One of his eyes was partially obscured by the thick goo on his wire frames. His face was usually inscrutable, but his pursed mouth and flared eyes were clear signs that the guy was angry.
He backed off the bed, beelining it for his room through the bathroom. “We’re having an apartment meeting as soon as Brock gets home. We’ll talk then.” He slammed the door behind him, leaving me alone with the recovering offender.
“Fuck…” He groaned. “I’m fucked, huh?”
Jack was definitely being inappropriate, but I couldn’t stay mad at the guy. Maybe it was his boyish stupidity, but it made me soft on him.
“I’m sure it’ll just be some clearer guidelines. You’ll get it back. In the meantime, you should take a shower.”
“Yeah, thanks Reggie. Hey, can I ask you something?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Huh?”
He cracked a smile and pointed to his deflated dick. “What do you think?”
“Oh my god dude,” I chuckled as he started trying to helicopter his spent member.
“So? What’s the verdict?”
“Your dick is fine, dude, now just put it away.”
