Baumgartner Generations: Henry by Selena Kitt Page A

peer pressure. Or maybe it was Dean sitting across from him—again,
directly across from him! He’d even seen his roommate move his chair so it
would work out that way, like he wanted to be in direct competition.
Well fine. If that’s what he wanted, that’s what he was going to get, Henry
decided, wrapping his hand around the expanding length of his cock and
squeezing.
    He gazed up
at the television screen for inspiration. Damn, but that redhead looked like
Libby. He wondered briefly if Dean had planned this, even down to the porn
choice—but how much influence could he have? He was a pledge, too, after all.
Had he known about this, though? Somehow Henry just had a feeling…
    The first
two guys were condomed up and ready to go, although he didn’t know if they were
going to last very long. Neither had gotten a chance to fuck the sex toy in the
first round, because the guy they’d been paired up with had been disqualified. Marcus
handed each of them a Fleshlight and they all watched, the eight in chairs and
the crowd of guys surrounding them, as the two pledges poised their dicks right
at the entrance of each toy.
    Just like
a pussy, Henry thought again. The feeling had been so real, so different
from a hand or a mouth, it was staggering. It triggered something primal in his
brain, something deep and uncontrollable, seeing something so realistic, watching
a hard cock parting the flesh-like wetness, ready to enter. He knew it wasn’t
real, but oh, it looked and felt so real, he could almost believe it.
    It seemed to
provoke something primitive in all of them as Marcus counted down the beginning
of the round with a “Mark, set, go!” and they were off. Not just the two
holding the toy, but all the guys, even the ones standing out of this round.
Many of them had their hands between their legs, pumping their cocks as they
watched, and even the older frat guys were rubbing at their clothed crotches.
    Henry had
been right—the first two guys didn’t take long at all. He couldn’t see the guy
in his own row very well, but he could hear the Fleshlight’s natural suction
and see it flying up and down his cock. The first guy across from him, though,
an Asian guy with long dark hair that didn’t quite cover the way he was biting
his lip, his face twisted in pleasure as he rocked his hips up against the toy
in his hands.
    The chant
was building again: “Come! Come! Come!” Both pledges did their best to comply,
but it was the Asian kid who made it there first, his hips thrusting up so far
into the air when he climaxed, his ass came right off the chair. The other guy,
probably prompted by the sound of his fraternity brother’s orgasm, erupted
immediately after him, but it was too late. Looking embarrassed but proud, the
Asian guy stood and pulled off his condom and held it up, his cock still
dripping cum down between his feet.
    “Goddamn!” Marcus
slapped the pledge on the back. “We’ve got our first round-two winner!”
    Which meant
Henry had two more of those to get through before it was his turn. His cock was
so hard in his fist he felt like he could have mined diamonds with it. He knew
his body well enough to know he could come twice pretty quickly. In fact, if he
had enough stimulation, he could come just minutes after the first. He’d just done
it early this morning, the light faint through the blinds, biting his lip to
keep quiet and not wake Dean as he imagined coming first all over the soft,
pale skin of Libby’s belly and then into her sweet, pouty mouth.
    The problem
for Henry wasn’t whether or not he could get hard and come twice so quickly.
The problem was going to be holding back until he could get his hands on the
Fleshlight again. He didn’t, however, know if he could do it a third time. And
a fourth? Impossible.
    Henry had
already put his condom on, hoping the tight end near the base might help him
hold back. The next two guys, he knew, would take longer, because they’d both
gotten off in