bone, grinding into him—the sensation was just perfect if he closed his
eyes. He was fucking her, letting her ride his cock, her hair falling around
him like a fiery curtain, and he was going to come.
“Oh fuck!
Fuck!” He heard Dean, the catch in his throat, and he knew the sound already,
had heard it in the middle of the night, the shuttling of Dean’s hand up and
down his shaft, trying to be quiet while he jerked off, but that catch in his
breath meant he was close. Very close. He was going to come, too.
Henry
groaned, closed his eyes and grabbed the toy in both hands, thrusting up and
fucking Libby’s sweet little cunt. He was going to come up inside of her, fill
her wet pussy with every bit of his cum, but it wasn’t his fantasy image of her
breasts bouncing or her sweet wet cunt that did it for him—it was her navel,
the soft dip of her belly button, the memory of that swath of skin exposed when
she stretched.
“Now!” Henry
announced, slamming the toy down against his crotch, feeling the first blast of
his cum filling the end of the condom in a hot, wet flood. The crowd howled in
satisfaction, but across from him, Dean was groaning and thrusting, coming—damnit,
he was coming, too! Henry hadn’t had nearly long enough with this toy, and now
that he’d experienced it, he didn’t just want more of it, he wanted to own it.
Mine. It was a primal thought, and he did the opposite of what was instinctive.
Instead of thrusting, thrusting, thrusting—emptying himself into the wet sleeve
wrapped around his cock—he withdrew, still coming, his cock smacking wetly
against the chair, the condom still filling with the aftermath of his orgasm.
If he hadn’t done that, Dean would have won for sure.
He tossed the
toy onto the chair beside him, grabbed the end of the condom, slipped a finger
under an edge to break the suction, and pulled.
“Winner!” He
heard it, they all did, two words spoken at the exact same time, the frat guy
standing behind Dean and the guy behind Henry.
“We have a
tie!” Marcus announced.
Henry panted,
the world still swimming, his ears ringing as he tied the condom and tossed it
into the garbage pail being passed to him. Then he reached over and handed the
Fleshlight to Cody, who wasn’t even going to get a chance to use it in this
round because the guy across from him had already disqualified himself. So many
guys had gotten off without even getting a chance to try out the sex toy that
there were only eight of them in the second round instead of sixteen.
Henry took a
long swig from the water bottle offered to him by one of the older frat guys,
feeling like Rocky between rounds. He got up as they rearranged the chairs down
to eight—just four guys on each side. The rest of the pledges and frat guys
surrounded them in a semi-circle, though they all left a clear view to the
porn. Now the question was…could any of them get it up again?
Chapter Three
They say
men hit their sexual peak at eighteen, Henry thought, watching his fellow
pledges, seeing their dicks slowly getting hard again, while at the same time
trying to seem as if he wasn’t paying attention. I hope I haven’t hit mine
yet.
Someone had
turned up the sound on the television and the two women were on their knees in
front of the guy now, giving him a hell of a blowjob. The blonde’s mouth was
lipstick-red, but the redhead’s was pink and open, soft and natural, her tongue
licking at the cock on the screen like she was trying to catch all the drips on
a melting ice cream cone.
Henry’s dick
began to jerk to life again, even without any aid. Condoms were passed out once
more, and Marcus stood at the end of the shortened aisle of chairs holding a
Fleshlight in each hand like a bizarre double-fisted Statue of Liberty. For a
moment, Henry couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had just masturbated naked
in a room full of other guys—and was about to do it again.
But he
wanted to win.
Maybe it was
just the
eyes. He was fucking her, letting her ride his cock, her hair falling around
him like a fiery curtain, and he was going to come.
“Oh fuck!
Fuck!” He heard Dean, the catch in his throat, and he knew the sound already,
had heard it in the middle of the night, the shuttling of Dean’s hand up and
down his shaft, trying to be quiet while he jerked off, but that catch in his
breath meant he was close. Very close. He was going to come, too.
Henry
groaned, closed his eyes and grabbed the toy in both hands, thrusting up and
fucking Libby’s sweet little cunt. He was going to come up inside of her, fill
her wet pussy with every bit of his cum, but it wasn’t his fantasy image of her
breasts bouncing or her sweet wet cunt that did it for him—it was her navel,
the soft dip of her belly button, the memory of that swath of skin exposed when
she stretched.
“Now!” Henry
announced, slamming the toy down against his crotch, feeling the first blast of
his cum filling the end of the condom in a hot, wet flood. The crowd howled in
satisfaction, but across from him, Dean was groaning and thrusting, coming—damnit,
he was coming, too! Henry hadn’t had nearly long enough with this toy, and now
that he’d experienced it, he didn’t just want more of it, he wanted to own it.
Mine. It was a primal thought, and he did the opposite of what was instinctive.
Instead of thrusting, thrusting, thrusting—emptying himself into the wet sleeve
wrapped around his cock—he withdrew, still coming, his cock smacking wetly
against the chair, the condom still filling with the aftermath of his orgasm.
If he hadn’t done that, Dean would have won for sure.
He tossed the
toy onto the chair beside him, grabbed the end of the condom, slipped a finger
under an edge to break the suction, and pulled.
“Winner!” He
heard it, they all did, two words spoken at the exact same time, the frat guy
standing behind Dean and the guy behind Henry.
“We have a
tie!” Marcus announced.
Henry panted,
the world still swimming, his ears ringing as he tied the condom and tossed it
into the garbage pail being passed to him. Then he reached over and handed the
Fleshlight to Cody, who wasn’t even going to get a chance to use it in this
round because the guy across from him had already disqualified himself. So many
guys had gotten off without even getting a chance to try out the sex toy that
there were only eight of them in the second round instead of sixteen.
Henry took a
long swig from the water bottle offered to him by one of the older frat guys,
feeling like Rocky between rounds. He got up as they rearranged the chairs down
to eight—just four guys on each side. The rest of the pledges and frat guys
surrounded them in a semi-circle, though they all left a clear view to the
porn. Now the question was…could any of them get it up again?
Chapter Three
They say
men hit their sexual peak at eighteen, Henry thought, watching his fellow
pledges, seeing their dicks slowly getting hard again, while at the same time
trying to seem as if he wasn’t paying attention. I hope I haven’t hit mine
yet.
Someone had
turned up the sound on the television and the two women were on their knees in
front of the guy now, giving him a hell of a blowjob. The blonde’s mouth was
lipstick-red, but the redhead’s was pink and open, soft and natural, her tongue
licking at the cock on the screen like she was trying to catch all the drips on
a melting ice cream cone.
Henry’s dick
began to jerk to life again, even without any aid. Condoms were passed out once
more, and Marcus stood at the end of the shortened aisle of chairs holding a
Fleshlight in each hand like a bizarre double-fisted Statue of Liberty. For a
moment, Henry couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had just masturbated naked
in a room full of other guys—and was about to do it again.
But he
wanted to win.
Maybe it was
just the
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