Not that he tried very hard to forget. In fact, mostly he spent his time fantasizing, trying to remember the hot hug of her cunt, the sweet taste of her mouth and the feel of her breath against his face as she came, the grip of her thighs, the sway of her breasts.

  Henry squeezed his aching cock, seeing pre-cum leaking from the tip, and took a long, deep, shuddering breath. Hold on, Henry. Hold on. He wanted to fuck a pussy again, even if it was a fake one. Maybe if I just close my eyes, he thought, block out one of my senses. He heard another cheer go up. Another round down. He heard the other pledges, some of them breathing hard, some of them chanting, “Go go go!” He could also hear the soft moans of the women in the porn movie. Just the sound of the two of them was maddening! And thinking about the redhead on the DVD made him think of Libby, and the thought of Libby was more than enough to push him to the edge.

  He couldn’t count how many times he’d jerked off the past two weeks thinking about her. Although that was probably a good thing. Maybe it would give him an advantage in tonight’s competition! He’d always been surprisingly good at getting hard again soon after an orgasm.

  Henry heard a huge groan from his row and knew another round was over. He opened his eyes and saw another pledge disqualifying himself, his cock twitching, his balls tight and red as tomatoes as he came all over his naked belly. Henry and Dean were second to last. Fuck, he was never going to make it. Henry closed his eyes again, trying to think of anything but pussy. Baseball averages. Crap, he didn’t know any. States? He could name all fifty states in alphabetical order.

  Alaska, Alabama, Arkansas… oh wait, Alaska came after Alabama. Was there anything before Alabama? His cock ached so bad it almost hurt. He didn’t dare touch it. It throbbed against the chair, the tip hanging over the edge, literally dripping pre-cum onto the tile. Probably picked this room because it didn’t have carpet, he realized. Just in case. To his right, someone else went off, someone not even holding the toy yet. They were popping like balloons too close to a light bulb now, excited into bursting, one after the other.

  Alabama, Arkansas, Alaska… there was another “A” state. He was sure of it. He had a fantastic memory. Only two chairs away now. He could actually hear the sound of it, the wet sucking noise it made when it went down on the guy’s dick. Next in line beside him, last in line, was Cody. He panted, holding onto his cock for dear life. Henry clenched his ass muscles tight, daring a peep over to his right. Pat was gone, so he had a clear view of the guy who had the toy, the strained muscles in his forearm, a tribal tattoo flexing with his motion, as he manipulated the Fleshlight up and down on his dick. His hips began to thrust and Henry heard him whisper, “Ahhh that tight fucking hole!”

  Oh no. Henry grabbed his cock, squeezing hard as the guy beside him grunted and thrust, his eyes rolling back as he came. Across from him, like a mirror image, another guy had a Fleshlight flying up and down his cock, riding it hard. He was close, but not close enough. Alas…Alab…wha…Henry couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He wanted to come and come and come.

  “Winner!”

  The guy next to him held up his full condom triumphantly, turning to hand Henry the Fleshlight. “Careful, this thing is fucking lethal!”

  Arizona! Ari-fucking-zona! That was it! Henry tore open his condom, rolling it down over the mushroom head of his dick, shivering at the sensation. Across from him, Dean was doing the same thing, sheathing his cock and positioning the toy just above it.

  I can do this, Henry told himself, seeing the toy for the first time up close. Its resemblance to a real pussy was remarkable. It even had a tiny clit!

  “On your mark…” Marcus was already starting them off and Henry was practically finished. He gazed over at Dean and saw that expression, that “I’m going to wipe the floor with you” look on his face. His roommate was ultra-competitive. Henry steeled himself, slowly rubbing the toy’s slit back and forth over the head of his dick. Thank god for the condom or that alone would have done it. He didn’t need any of the KY. The thing was plenty slick already.

  “Get set…” The excitement in the room was palpable. Some of the guys who had gone once were clearly ready to go again. How long had it been? He’d lost track of time, of space, of anything. He was pure sensation, pure animal drive and instinct. If it had been a real woman in front of him and not a sex toy, he would have grabbed her and fucked her senseless.

  “Go!”

  Henry gasped when he slid the sleeve down, his cock aiming like an arrow, burying itself deep. Just like a pussy—oh god, the memory, the sensation, it enveloped him completely.

  Around him the voices started chanting. It had changed from “go go go!” to “come come come!” and he was seconds, milliseconds, from that point.

  Libby, he thought, turning his head and seeing that the lesbians were still thankfully at it on the DVD, moaning and sucking at each other’s clits, but a man had joined them now, and he was fucking the redhead, giving it to her from behind so hard she cried out with every thrust.

  Oh god, Libby. He wished it was her, her pussy, her little clit rubbing against his pubic 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 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 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 brother behind Bel announced. Bel had finally given up the toy, reluctantly slipping it off the end of his cock and peeling down the condom. Bel threw himself happily back into his chair, still panting, the guys all cheering and pumping their fists—the ones not wrapped around their dicks, anyway.

  Well, actually, they were pumping those, too…

  “Next pair up!” Marcus took the Fleshlights, stepping down the line.

  Henry glanced next to him at the guy with the frizzy red hair, the one that made him think that if Carrot Top and Danny Bonaduce ever had a kid together, he would be it. Cody was across from him, sitting next to Dean. Henry avoided his roommate’s gaze, but he could see Dean had started already, fisting his cock and jerking it as he watched the next two pledges each take a Fleshlight and poise them above their condom-covered dicks.

  By the time Marcus said, “Go!” Cody was already moaning, his eyes wide at first when he slipped into the wet recesses of the sex toy, and then closing in pure delight. He hadn’t had the chance to fuck it yet and Henry stared, fascinated, as Cody caught a quick rhythm, the low groan in his voice building to a growl. It was hardly fair, considering Carrot Top had come once already, but it was over almost before it began.

  “Oh fuck! Oh my fucking god! That’s too good!”

  The whole room laughed and brayed in agreement as Cody grunted and thrust deep, shuddering as he came. The redheaded kid was jerking himself with the toy as fast as he could, but it was no use. Cody’s condom was off already, his cock wilting as he was declared the winner.

 

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