Jack, Brock, Marty and I sat in a circle in Brock and Marty’s room. We had a bowl packed, but agreed that we’d be having a conversation first.
“I think everyone knows why I called this meeting,” Marty began. “There’s a certain piece of silicone that’s been making shit a whole lot harder over the last 24 hours.” He pulled the fleshlight out from behind his dresser, setting it on the short table in front of us.
“I will not take this smear campaign!” Jack objected sarcastically.
“Come on, Jack, this is serious. We all need to be on the same wavelength for the tournament, and you’ve been abusing that thing constantly. One solution is to get rid of it-”
“Over my dead body, I won it fair and square!”
“That doesn’t mean you get to exile me to use it whenever you want to,” I confronted.
Jack turned to me defensively. “You can stay in the room for all I care!”
“I’m glad you said that, Jack.” Marty made eye contact with all of us one by one, showing he was serious. “I have a proposal for the group, but we all have to be a little… open minded.”
-
We all sat in silence, processing what Marty had said. Jack looked down at his toy, eyes bright in consideration. He’d just been offered exactly what he’d been craving over the past day: the freedom to use his toy wherever and whenever he wanted. He could do it during casual games, while studying, even brushing his teeth. He was looking through the open door of possibility, mind whirling with all the action he’d be getting with his new silicone friend. The catch was that he’d have to share.
My mind was bumping up against a huge boundary: this shit sounded gay as fuck. This morning, in a moment of weakness, I had touched Eve’s apple and come away with an unfortunate understanding of how good the pleasure could be. Even so, the tacky slick of Jack’s dried cum had repulsed me. Now, I was being asked to stick my cock in the same hole he had. Even though it would’ve felt *so* good— unimaginably good— I still felt uncomfortable with the idea.
“I’m… not sure,” I said slowly. “I don’t think I want to fuck something you guys have. No offense.”
“Well you can wash it before you use it.”
“I’m not gonna wash your cum out of this thing.”
“Ok, then we can each wash it after we use it. Does that work?”
Another beat of silence.
“I don’t know how comfortable I am with the whole ‘dicks out’ thing,” Brock mustered. “I don’t know if I want you guys to see my dick…”
“Wait, really?” Jack asked in surprise. “Personally, I feel like I’d rather be naked 24/7…”
“Yeah, we know, Jack,” I snapped. I was feeling a bit defensive about Brock and I’s position. It was Marty’s idea, and I can’t help but expect Jack’s support so that he can pound the pocket pussy in his sleep or whatever. Brock and I, though, were caught off-guard.
Marty spoke again. “I think one of the issues we’ll need to address first is our sexualities. None of us are very comfortable with sexual things, especially around each other. Think about it. Have any of us seen each others’ cocks?”
“I saw Jack’s this afternoon,” I pointed out.
“And you liked it,” Jack shot me a playful wink and grabbed at his crotch. I rolled my eyes.
“Point is,” Marty continued, “we could all stand to gain from relieving a bit of sexual tension. This might be exactly what we need. So I propose the first rule of this arrangement: always be positive and supportive of your friends’ dicks.”
I chuckled nervously. “I’ll start,” Jack volunteered, standing from his gaming chair to tug his sweatpants and underwear to the ground. I averted my eyes, but felt Marty’s hand slap my raised arm.
“Don’t, dude! You have to look. Come on man, it’s just a dick, and it’s important that we all support each other. We don’t have anyone else. Now tell Jack you like his penis.”
“I don’t want to!”
“Support your friend!” Marty shouted, tone firmer than I’d heard him take before. I lowered my arm and turned to Jack. He was still stood, pants around his ankles. Light ginger hair coated his legs and he had a full, curly bush. It looked like a small ball of fuzzy redness, almost completely obscuring his balls. His thin dick hung limp from his body, pale pudgy belly sagging above.
“You have a fine penis, Jack.” I forced. “Now what’s this about rules, Marty? And can anyone just make one up, or only you?”
“We’ll all make the rules together. That’s what this is all about is togetherness. Working as a good team, a good unit. Now, I can’t be hypocritical…”
Marty stood as well, sloughing off his basketball shorts. Underneath, I saw a nest of black pubic hair coating his entire pelvis, radiating away from his uncut dick. His legs were similarly covered in long coarse hairs. Stray strands stuck to his shaft, dried cum adhering them. His soft cock hid close to his body, taking cover in his jungle of pubes. Unlike Jack’s, his piss slit was covered by his darker foreskin. His balls hung far below, skin sagging and mostly devoid of hair.
“I didn’t know you were uncut, dude,” I said, taking in my friend’s penis.
“Is that a compliment?” He asked.
“I guess. It looks… good. Lots of, uh, hair.”
“Thank you.”
“Yeah,” Jack chimed in. “And your balls dude, they're hanging so low! Mine don’t do that, I don’t think.”
“Great, thank you boys. Reggie, Brock? Want to join us?”
“Sure, what the hell,” I managed, standing. I closed my eyes as I undid the tie on my pants, stretching the waistband before I pulled my own pants down. I waited for a reaction.
“Yeah, dude, nice cock,” Jack offered. He sounded oddly sincere. I met Brock’s eyes, which flicked up and down between my crotch and my face.
“Do you… shave?” Brock asked. He seemed unsure, but was willing to follow his friends wherever they led him.
“No,” I answered. “Never grew body hair all that much. I used to be pretty insecure about it, actually.”
“No man, I think the chicks would like it,” Jack said.
“Yeah, cleaner,” Marty agreed.
“Well, thanks.” I actually felt pretty good after that. It was pretty cathartic to finally cross this boundary with my bros.
“And then there was one,” Jack mused, staring Brock down. The man shifted in his chair, nervous.
“I don’t know, I’ve been kind of insecure about that… area… for a while now. Remember when Ellie dumped me over it?”
Jack opened his mouth to make a joke but Marty flashed him a look, shutting him up before Brock could feel embarrassed. “I promise we won’t say anything. We’re all best friends, we care about each other. We’d never do anything to make you feel like less of a man, Brock.”
“Thanks guys, but I’m still not sure. It’s just, I don’t really like my own body that much.”
“Brock,” I chimed in. He focused on me; we were the more sheepish ones of the bunch, so he was looking to me for some assurance. “I didn’t know about it at first either. But I actually felt a lot better. It was nice having that wall knocked down. We’re not going to make you, but we’d love to celebrate your cock bro.”
Brock laughed at how goofy it sounded. It seemed to have got to him though. “Alright, I’ll do it. Just, you know, don’t expect much.”
He stood and slowly pulled at his trousers, wincing slightly as they crumpled to the floor. What he revealed was a stubby but incredibly wide cock. It stuck straight out in front, virtually unaffected by gravity. His small balls hung below, looking very slight in comparison to the width of his member. Short black curls wrapped in ringlets around his crotch, leaving little contrast with his chocolate skin.
“Dude,” I started. “That thing is fucking thick! What were you worried about, that’s big!”
“Yeah,” Marty agreed. “You’ve got nothing to hide, bro! Probably one of the best dicks out of all of us.”
Brock was in disbelief. “Really? I thought I had like, the worst dick in the universe.”
“No way dude,” Jack protested. “That’s an excellent shlong dude.”
We all stood around with our pants around our ankles, cocks hanging in the privacy of our dorm room. We were high off of our own vulnerability. After a beat, Marty asked the question that hung in all of our heads.
“So… who’s taking this thing for a spin?”
Brock and I each raised our hands, followed not long after by Jack. He was even getting a little bit hard already, his thin cock sticking further from his paunch.
“Ok, how about we draw sticks for the order?” Marty proposed. Very democratic. He turned and bent over to rifle through his backpack. The guys and I tried to not look at his ass, but the dark mess of hair that coated him drew our eyes. It’s contrast with his light skin was dramatic. He rejoined the circle with four pencils. One by one he set them against the edge of his desk and snapped them, each at a different length. He held the four in one fist and leveled them, concealing their lengths in his palm.
“Everyone, grab one. Longest goes first. Then so on.”
Jack and I reached in and pulled out a pair, mine longer than his. “Serves you right,” I sneered. “You’ve had plenty.”
He stuck his tongue out at me indignantly. Next up was Brock; he pulled the longest one and he was stoked. He was already eying the fleshlight on the table. Marty took the remaining one, which was between Jack and I’s length.
“Alright, Brock!” I congratulated, patting him on the back. It felt weird for my dick to shake freely while I went in for the motion, but the air actually kind of felt good on my stuffy crotch.
“Thanks, guys. Smoke before?”
We all agreed, moving to get ready for the first sesh of the night. Jack had run back to our room, fat asscheeks disappearing through the bathroom door. Brock got down on his hands and knees to grab the bong beneath his bed, giving Marty and I a front row seat to his spread buttcrack. I’d made a couple jokes about his prospective career as a plumber, but Marty steered me back to our agreed upon positive and supportive tone. In the end, I’d told Brock he had a very cute butt. Marty shed his shirt, complaining that it was still too damn hot in this apartment. Usually it was a very innocuous gesture, but now that he was stark naked in front of all of us, it set in how truly vulnerable we were all being. We’d all been kicked down by society, and this was some small way of reclaiming our belonging. Even if the people complimenting our dicks were each other.
We crowded around the window, mindful of our exposed johnsons. All except Marty, who seemed to have acclimated very quickly to his nudity in the apartment. He stood casually even without a strip of clothing on him. His hairy chest and happy trail blended with the broad patch of pubes at his pelvis. It was strange to see his triforce tattoo in its entirety, wrapping around the curve of his waist and pointing down along his upper left thigh. Altogether, he looked pretty good naked. Not, like, pornstar good. But I could imagine him making a woman very happy. It really made me question how he was in the same position we were. A small answer came when I reached over to grab the bong from him, catching a whiff of his pits. I suspected he didn’t wear deodorant, and this all but confirmed it.
“Bro, you’re kinda ripe,” I joked before pulling the smoke into my lungs. When I exhaled out the window and turned back to the group, Marty’s expression had broken. The confidence he usually radiated had died, replaced by a deeper hurt. Jack and Brock looked uneasy too.
“Sorry man,” Marty said weakly. “I can, sorry, yeah-” he got up to walk back over to his bed, looking crestfallen. Uh oh. In all of the vulnerability of the whole ‘apartment meeting’, I’d forgotten that Marty was as insecure about that as the rest of us were about our bodies. Jack shot me a look like ‘do something.’ I shot my arm out to grab him before he’d taken a step.
“No, Marty, I- I’m sorry, that wasn’t… good… of me. Like you said, we want to be open and encouraging. I was just trying to make a joke, really, its fine.”
Marty looked a bit relieved, but Jack was still widening his eyes at me like, ‘keep going.’
“You’re the hottest one here and you went out of your way to make all of us feel good about being naked. And now look at us!” I gestured to Jack’s dick, to which Jack pointed back at mine in joking accusation. Marty snorted at us as I continued, “We really don’t care that you smell, man. Honest. I mean, you smell how I look, so, you know.”
Marty clearly appreciated my self deprecating humor, shooting me an accepting smile.
“Thanks man. But for real, none of you are ugly. We’re all just, you know, dudes.”
He came in for a hug. Inebriated as I was, I accepted before my brain had time to catch up to our states of undress. And just like that, bare chest to my clothed one, our cocks touched. I winced slightly in surprise but Marty just held me in for a second longer. He either didn’t feel it or he didn’t care.
We settled back into our smoking routine. After a few hits, we weren’t standing up so well. First Jack had accidentally placed his hand on Marty’s waist. Then Brock fell over into me, ass pressed against my thigh. I’m not sure when the norm turned, but by the end of the sesh we were all a pile of bodies, unconcerned with which body part laid where.
“Alright, thanks for smoking me out boys,” Brock said lazily. “Now gimme some space!” Jack and I laughed and took a step to the bathroom door, but Marty stopped us with an authoritative, “no.”
We turned back to Marty, Brock frozen in the act of grabbing the fleshlight. None of us spoke, surprised by Marty’s sudden shift. He became agitated, which usually only happens when we severely misunderstand what he’s trying to say. Marty’s not always the best at words. “The whole point of this is to make us efficient. Function together. It’s not just some sex toy on rotation, it’s a new paradigm in this apartment. We’re breaking down the walls of normativity because we have a lofty goal: first place in the CS regionals. It’s not going to be easy, guys, but we have to band together if we’re going to do it this year!”
Brock and I shot questioning glances at each other. “What, Marty? What’s this have to do with regionals?” It suddenly felt a whole lot more uneasy to see everyone’s cocks out.
Marty took a deep breath, his bare, slim chest rising as he filled his lungs. “Well, we’ll be practicing. Our sexual habits have become obstructive to that end. This is the resolution. Things no longer need to pause just because one of us needs to cum. We can all keep on living as we’re living, just with the fleshlight. But that means no more shame, no more ‘extended private showers’, no more privacy. We’re a team, in game and in life.”
The silence hung in the air. I was still confused, and it looked like Jack was too. Brock, though, had a knowing look on his face.
“So… here?”
Marty’s eyes flashed with pleasure, finally relieved to be understood. “Yes, right here. And then Reggie, then me, then Jack. We’re about to get a lot closer, boys.”
I was aghast. I know we’d showed each other our dicks, but watching each other use the fleshlight felt like a big step. Even Jack seemed surprised, though his gasp seemed more excited than horrified.
Brock sat down in front of the fleshlight, no longer reaching. He stared at it like it was the biggest obstacle in his life. “You just want me to use it? Right here?”
“You don’t have to if-” I started before being cut off by Marty.
“You should, Brock. Look at me. We’ve known each other for forever. I promise, this is what will be best for all of us.” Marty squirted some lube onto the face-up silicone mold of a pussy.
Brock sat, legs wide, letting his stubby cock breathe. It was stirring with undeniable arousal, even as his face scrunched in confused discomfort.
“Listen guys, I appreciate it, but I just don’t think I can bring myself-”
But Brock didn’t have to think. He had his best friend Marty there to help him out. In a smooth motion, too fast for our high minds to follow, he scooped up the fleshlight and thrust it onto Brock’s prone dick. His cock broke into the cavity, a loud squelch resounding from the toy as Marty hilted the pocket pussy on his buddy’s dick. Brock made a high-pitched whimper as his cock glided over the toy, arousal surging through his seated body.
Brock remained still for a moment, Marty still gripping the toy around his dick. They made quiet eye contact as Jack and I looked on from the sidelines. Then, slowly, Brock raised his hand out and clutched it around Marty’s, pulling the toy away from his pelvis. More obscene sounds escaped as the short shaft of his cock came into view. Instead of removing it, though, he pressed in again. More lurid moans escaped Brock’s mouth, and while his embarrassment from moaning in front of his friends was painted across his blushing cheeks, he didn’t stop stroking.
Marty removed his hand and sat back into his gaming chair, cock half-hard. “Just a little assistance from a teammate,” he said pensively, “can go a long way.”
His point was made for him as Brock’s thrusts became jerky and short. The boy’s lungs filled with air before his climax rocked it out of him, leaving him to babble meaningless sounds as the pleasure overtook his mind. Less than a minute after Marty had mounted the sleeve on Brock, he was shooting away into the deeper crevices of the toy.
I absorbed everything, especially the image of Brock tensing in his chair as he pumped semen into the toy. I was worried about being able to cum in front of my friends, but if someone as withdrawn as Brock could be rendered a horny mess in a minute, what I really had to fear was how good it was gonna feel.
Brock slumped back in his chair, spent. He pulled his cock free of the toy, a slurping noise sounding before a small sludge of white cum spilled out over his softening member. It was like all motion had been drained from his body. He made no move to return the fleshlight to the table.
We all sat around, waiting for Brock to stir. After a moment, all he could do was open his mouth and strangle a short sound out of his vocal cords. “Wow,” he mustered.
We all cackled around him, amused with how intensely the boy had cum. This wasn’t laughing at his expense, though. We were all caught up in the joy of Brock’s new conquest. It was a good laugh.
Marty pried the toy from Brock’s hand, unaware of the drip of cum which traveled along his forearm. He padded over to the sink behind him and Brock, rinsing the silicone. After nudity in the apartment had been normalized for a bit, I felt much more comfortable seeing the bare ass of my friend. I was unafraid to watch his slender asscheeks, thick hair swirling towards the center. I’d seen plenty of women’s asses in porn, but a dude ass was different. It wasn’t offputting, just different. I averted my gaze when Marty turned back, but not before Jack made painfully teasing eye contact with me.
“Alright,” Marty said as he sat again, tossing the wet toy in my direction. I caught it with desperation. “Your turn, Reggie.”
