Baumgartner Generations: Henry by Selena Kitt Page B

round one.
    “On your
mark…get set…go!”
    Henry
watched his dorm mate, Bel, slide the Fleshlight slowly down, letting it
envelop his shaft. Not gonna win that way, he thought, but then it
occurred to him that Bel was likely a virgin and had probably never been inside
a woman before. No wonder he was savoring the sensation.
    Bel had gone
off like a rocket the first time, but he was clearly determined not to go so
fast this round. He moved it slow and easy, eyes closed, taking it all the way
up so the silicone pussy lips rubbed the head of his cock and then sliding it
all the way back down again, grinding his hips, as if he could push in any
deeper.
    Across from
him, the guy with the tribal tattoo on his forearm was pumping his fist, his
breath coming hard and fast. That’s how I have to do it a second time, too, Henry thought, watching the pistoning action out of the corner of his eye, too
fascinated by Bel’s restraint to stop watching him.
    Bel’s mouth
was open, eyes closed, head back, his cock just gone, buried into the deep
recesses of the simulated pussy shoved against his pelvis, hips rocking, and
Henry tried to imagine how it must feel, all those lubricated ridges in there
nuzzling the sensitive head of his dick.
    I have to
own that thing.
    A low moan
started in Bel’s throat and, across from him, the tribal tattoo guy’s muscles
were tight, his eyes closed too, his body literally shaking with his impending
orgasm. They were close. They were both close—one fucking himself like a
rabbit, the other going at a turtle’s pace—and yet they were going to arrive at
the same destination any minute now.
    “Come! Come!
Come!”
    They were
coming, all around.
    As the chant
began, Henry heard a loud groan behind him as another pledge lost it, jerking
his cock to a shuddering completion. Like firecrackers going off, it began to
happen across from him, cum running in rivers down their thighs or splashed
onto the backs of chairs. His cock throbbed. It ached. It begged to be touched.
    “Oh! Oh!” It
was Bel—what was he doing? He slid out of the chair to kneel on the floor, both
hands on the Fleshlight as he shoved his hips up and forward, making low
grunting sounds with every movement. The crowd roared their approval but Bel
didn’t even hear them.
    “Ahhhhhh!”
Tattoo guy was close. Really close. This was a hell of a tight race. Henry
would have laughed at his own pun if his cock hadn’t felt swollen to ten times
its normal size between his legs. He didn’t dare touch it now.
    “Fuck that
little pussy,” Bel murmured, totally lost in whatever fantasy was playing in
his head. It would have been funny if it wasn’t so strangely arousing. Here he
was watching his dorm mate get himself off, his skinny arms straining with the
effort, the white expanse of his belly practically concave, and Henry’s own
cock was as hard as it had ever been. What was wrong with this picture?
    “Oh god I’m
gonna come inside that hot… ahhhh… fucking… ahhhh…. hole… ohhhhHHH!”
    Bel’s
gonna win, Henry realized, glancing over at the tattoo guy, his face red,
his cock and balls, too, the wet suction sound of the toy loud and fast. The
turtle’s gonna win the race!
    “Fucking
pussy!” Bel cried, arching his back and thrusting deep. “Oh that fucking tight
cunt!” He growled like an animal, his whole body convulsing as he came, and Henry
couldn’t help but wonder what girl he might be imagining, just whose pussy he
was filling as he gritted his teeth and gave it everything he had.
    More guys
were going off around them, jerking their dicks fast and furious. Henry
swallowed as, down his row, the tattoo guy finally got off, hips jerking,
twisting the sex toy around on his dick again and again as he shot his load
into it. There’s something a real pussy can’t do , Henry thought, as the
tattooed guy twisted the toy right off to reveal his thick cock, the condom on
it wet and filled with cum.
    “Winner!”
The frat