I stared back at my friend, fleshlight in my hand. Drips of water fell from the canister, freshly rinsed in our faulty dorm room sink. The boys—save Brock, who was still recovering—looked at me expectantly. I turned the thing over, watching as the water droplets clung to the lips of the silicone pussy before they dropped to the vinyl floor.
“You can do it, dude!” Jack encouraged. Marty just sat silently. I didn’t want him to thrust the toy onto me like he did for Brock; our cock-to-cock hug was enough confusingly gay contact for the day. I leaned over to the table, grabbing the bottle of Jack’s lube and squirting a small ring around the pink lips. I steadied my hand, seated in my gaming chair, and brought the sleeve down over my dick.
The squelch was almost as mind-numbing as the sensation. I’d only ever fucked my hand, a feeling I’d become very accustomed to. Right hand, fingers curled around my modest length. That was all I knew, that is, until this silky membrane slid against my cockhead. The even pressure was mind-blowing. The silicone plumped as my dick overfilled the narrow hole, tension growing around the circumference of my member. As I thrust in, the small ribbed nubs tickled me uniformly. A shiver ran down my spine as I bottomed out. Sexual buttons were being pressed that I was entirely unaware of, and my brain short-circuited. The only agency I retained was my solid grip around the toy.
I dragged the toy up and arched my back in pleasure. The friction against my dick was amazing. Even if I never got to fuck a girl, I would be happy with just this. My eyes were fixated on the malleable lips, each one arching around the root of my cock.
Unconsciously, I began to pump the toy up and down. It was almost like I was in a trance. All of my thoughts faded into the background. In this moment, I was solely focused on the slick toy cradling my penis.
I varied the speed, watching my dick emerge from the tight cylinder before thrusting it down once more. When I moved slowly, the soft pricks of the ribbed surface cast a net of pleasure around my cock. Conversely, when I jacked the fleshlight hard and fast the lubricated sleeve slid easily along my length. In both cases, my brain flooded with dopamine.
The biggest difference, though, came as I mounted my climax. Unlike masturbation, the feeling of orgasm flooded me suddenly and powerfully. When I jerked off, I held my dick firm as the streams of cum leaked from my dick. Now I shot cum instead of leaking, the toy encouraging me as it expanded and contracted in rhythm with the regular pulse of my orgasm. There was no control, no restraint. Instead, I unloaded my balls into the toy with reckless abandon. I surged over and over again until the fleshlight had milked me of all the sexual tension I’d felt since Jack first came home with that damned box.
I breathed deeply, lost in the echoes of pleasure that resounded in my mind. I only remembered that the rest of the world existed when I heard Marty’s voice.
“Nice job, Reggie. You made that look like heaven.”
I blinked. “It was,” I panted in response. The toy was still hilted on my dick. I torqued it off, cringing at the overstimulation. My softening cock slithered out of the hole, decorating the silicone dome with drips of cum and lube.
“That was crazy, man,” Jack commented. “Didn’t know you could moan like that.”
I knit my brows in confusion. “Moan?”
Marty and Jack looked to each other, sly grins growing. “Yeah, Reggie,” Marty agreed. “You were moaning a lot. Actually, kind of whimpering. You couldn’t tell?”
I looked to Brock. He refrained from smiling, but his expression said it all. Embarrassment surged within me, but I leveled my head. They weren’t making jokes or poking fun. Instead, it felt electric. Fascination and admiration swirled in their eyes.
“Ok, my turn,” Marty said, grabbing the toy.
“No man,” I slurred. “I gotta wash it out first, wait a sec.” I went to stand, but my legs were jelly. I fell back into my chair and the toy slipped out of my hand like a fish, tumbling across my torso. It left spots of milky glaze across my round belly. Jack bellowed a laugh while Brock stifled his.
“Eughhh!” I recoiled, the toy wedging itself in between my arm and my chest. Marty rose impassively and reached over, plucking the toy free from my body.
“Easy, soldier, this one’s on me.”
He turned to the sink and my eyes lazily drifted to his toned butt. He approached the porcelain, grabbing a hand towel seamlessly as he strode. I watched as he bent over to…
..And Jack waved his hand through my vision, waking me from my stupor. I flashed over to him, but his smile held nothing but glee. I glanced at Brock, relieved that he was in the process of ashing the bowl. He hadn’t seen my scandalous leer. Jack, though, was beside himself.
“So what were you thinking about when you were using it, Reggie?” He asked suggestively. I stuttered for a moment, but reminded myself it was only Jack.
“Shut up, dude. I didn’t even like, have the space to think.”
“Now you know why I couldn’t put the thing down. It does something to your brain, it’s like all you can focus on is fucking it.”
“Yeah, ok, I concede. You were right. But I had no clue it would be so… wow.”
Jack gestured to Marty, silhouetted by the bare yellow bulb that crowned the sink’s vanity. “Maybe it does other things to your brain too.”
I scoffed. “No way dude. My brain is still just, like, goo.”
“Uh huh,” Jack sarcastically agreed.
“What are you dumbfucks even talking about?” Brock complained.
“Nothing,” I said quickly.
“Yeah,” Jack breathed as he looked at me carefully. A beat hung in the air. “Nothing.”
Why was I so defensive about this? It wasn’t true, I didn’t have a thing for guys. And all of us know Marty’s the hottest one here, who could be blamed for looking! Plus I was high. So, definitely probably that.
Brock eyed us funny, but my focus redirected as a wet washcloth came hurling towards me. I caught it midair, limp corners snapping against my raised arms. It was warm.
“For your cleanup,” Marty offered as he sat back down in his chair. He had a fire in his eyes, and almost as soon as he settled into his seat, he impaled the toy he held in his left hand. I hadn’t even noticed Marty was hard, but he sure did part the pink lips with no resistance.
Marty groaned loud and long. Around the toy, his thick black bush stuck out starkly against the pale blue canister. He paused for a moment, scootching forward on his chair until he sat on the edge. He jacked the sleeve across his cock again, punctuating his long moan with a catch in his throat. Marty continued, closing his eyes to focus entirely on the sensations of pleasure. I knew where he was coming from; the toy was so exhilarating that it could become overwhelming.
“Fu-u-ck,” Marty spoke. “It rolls my foreskin back each time. This is insane.”
“Woah, really?” Jack said. “I’ve never wanted to be uncut before, but now I do.”
I look down to Jack’s dick, which had chubbed up again. It wasn’t very large, even when erect. Still, I could tell he was excited.
“Dude,” I teased. “I guess Marty’s not the only one who’s hard right now.”
Jack slapped his cock a few times, wagging it back and forth like a dog’s tail. Each was punctuated with a heavy smack.
“I’m about to fuck it,” Jack responded. “What’s your excuse?”
I was confused for a second before I looked down and saw my bare cock was hard, curving against my bare pelvis. I was momentarily mortified but luckily a strangled sound from Marty redirected the group’s attention.
Marty had opened his eyes, though he wasn’t looking at anything in particular. His mouth hung open, his tongue stuck out. His legs had spread apart as much as possible, giving his wet dick and hairy balls some much-needed air. His thrusts into the fleshlight were unconsciously rhythmic; he’d stopped thinking, just as I had. Did I look that stupid when I was fucking the toy?
Somehow, though, there was something about his completely vulnerable sexuality that made it hot. Even though he looked goofy, it was an honest expression of his pleasure. That made me feel even closer to the boys. I was starting to see that Marty was right about all of this. It would help us grow as a team.
Marty’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. He grunted short, pathetic sounds out of his slack maw. I glanced to Brock and Jack, but they were equally fixated on Marty. I could see his leg muscles flexing, a subconscious outlet for his overflowing sexual energy. His chest rose and fell quickly, catching every once in a while with a revamped spike of lust.
Surprisingly, Marty started to speak. I didn’t think he’d be capable of that at this point. “Fuck–fuck me, fuck this pussy, fuck… makes my dick so fucking hard,” he groaned. He wasn’t speaking to anyone but himself. We were just within earshot.
He crunched his abs, raising his legs up. He rested the heel of each foot on his armrests, spreading out as much as possible. As a consequence, his furry butt spread apart. I couldn’t help but look at his asshole. The dense canopy of dark hair obscured my vision, but I could barely make out the darker shade of flesh. It struck a strange chord in my mind. I felt a cool trickle of precum running down my hip. This night was very sexually confusing.
But in looking to his exposed undercarriage, I noticed something else. A stream of lubricant streaked down Marty’s ballsack, catching in the nest of dark hair. This was to be expected; he’d fucked the toy so hard it had to be leaking lube. What wasn’t expected, however, was the fluid’s milky white color. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing Marty lube the toy up. The realization hit me like a truck: Marty hadn’t washed the thing out.
“I’m jerking my penis off in front of my friends, and I fucking love it… I’m jerking off with my friend’s cum!” Marty cried. His hairy legs began to shake, vibrating as he built up to his orgasm. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum in this plastic fucking pussy while my friends watch, fuck, FUCK.” He grunted and all of his muscles spasmed, bringing his legs up towards his chest. Like this, his spread-open asscrack displayed his dark, hairy hole in all of its glory. The tight, small circle of tender skin was wrinkled and, by all logical accounts, gross. I couldn’t stop looking.
He kept pumping the fleshlight through his orgasm. It took him about a full minute to stop brutalizing his cock, and another thirty seconds to bring his legs back down to the ground. He leaned back, cloudy post-nut bliss spreading over his eyes and face. He was still moaning, though now it was only small sounds and gibberish.
“I’ll be taking that,” Jack chimed in as he hopped up and grabbed the toy from Marty’s hand. He stared at the opening, overflowed with white cum after it’d been churned up and freshly inseminated by Marty. Jack shrugged and pushed his rock hard cock inside, still standing. Unlike the rest of us, he was much more accustomed to the intense pleasure. He started to pace around the room, one hand stuck to his crotch as he pumped the sleeve up and down.
He stopped for a second, a thought flashing across his face. He turned to face us all. “Guys, we should smoke like this! Passing the bowl *and* the toy around at the same time.”
“Yes,” Brock responded prematurely. He was desperate to feel the inside of our silicone fleshlight again.
I nodded as well, eyes still stuck on Marty’s impossibly slack body. It was like all of the energy had been drained from him, stored in the pussy, and transferred to Jack. It was all Marty could do to groan a vague sound of assent.
Brock and I stood, and when it became clear Marty was incapable of following suit, Brock pushed Marty’s chair over to the window. Jack went to pack the bowl, but found it difficult with only one hand. “Here,” he said to me. “Hold this.”
He sloughed off the toy and stroked it down onto my hardened dick. A wave of stimulation rippled through me. The feeling of my friend’s cum against my dick was different from the slippery lube. Mentally, it made me cringe for a second. Simultaneously, the idea of Marty’s cum… fuck, what was I thinking? No, it was disgusting! Though, it did make for good lube. I could feel the gobs against my shaft. A shiver ran down my back at the mindfuck, but I wasn’t going to give Jack the rise that he wanted. Instead, I started to jerk the toy slowly, controlling my face as I did so.
“Aww that’s no fun,” Jack protested as he turned his attention to the bong. “Maybe Marty can help get you in the horny spirit.”
I blanched for a moment, hurt and confused as to why Jack would say something like that. I’d told him I wasn’t gay. Even if I got hard watching Marty’s quivering asshole, I still wasn’t gay.
That’s not was Jack was insinuating, though. Instead, it was a request of Marty to jerk the sleeve for me, an invitation that he lackadaisically accepted. I felt his rough hand wrap around my own, setting a lazy pace. I felt my brow knit together as an empty moan escaped my throat.
“That’s more like it!” Jack said happily as he turned to light the bowl.
The rest of the night progressed similarly. We all passed the bong and the pocket pussy along, taking turns to use it on each other. We giggled and groaned, enjoying the balance between playful exploration and deeply private pleasure. By the time we were all nice and high, Jack and I had both blown our loads again. No one made to clean it up. We were content to wallow in our cocoon of glazed pleasure.
Some time later, I woke up in my chair. I hadn’t even noticed I’d fallen asleep. I checked my phone to find it was 2 am. I remembered I had class in the morning; I had to get to sleep. Looking around, I saw Brock had climbed into his own bed and passed out. Jack was standing at the sink, brushing his teeth while—yep—jerking the toy against his ginger bush. Marty was still seated next to the window, ashed bowl beside him in the dirty bong.
I stood. Jack acknowledged me a head nod as he spat the toothpaste from his mouth. I looked over the shoulder of Marty’s chair, finding his sleeping slumped form. His dick, sticky and flaccid, perched above his hairy balls. The body hair coating his lower body and chest was wet with sweat. His light snoring accompanied the deep expansion and contraction of his lungs. His B.O. was noticeable from this distance, though I couldn’t help but feel slightly comforted by his scent.
I shook my head. No, I’m not gay for Marty. I’m just excited about being able to use the fleshlight full time now. That’s all.
I padded through our joined bathroom, washing my face and dick with a wet rag before I splayed out in bed. I didn’t bother putting on any clothing and I was too tired for that anyway. Jack followed shortly.
“Here, figured you might need this,” Jack tossed the toy at me. Specks of frothy cum splattered across my chest. “After how much you were staring at Marty…”
“DUDE. I’M NOT GAY.” I emphasized each word. “How many times do I have to tell you.”
“Ok, ok! I’m just saying, you know we’d all be super chill with that.”
“Thanks, but I don’t need your support because, again, I’m not.”
“Alright. Well, goodnight. And leave it on the bedside table when you’re done, I might want it in the morning.”
“Goodnight. And I’m not using it!!!”
Those words, though, were hollow. Jack smiled to himself as he heard the telltale squelching from Reggie’s bed. The guy had a lot to work through, Jack mused. And he’d definitely need Marty’s help. Both boys drifted to sleep, excited by the advent of this era of sexual enjoyment, accompanied by their closest friends.
