My Gooner (Frat*) Brother Shared His Fleshlight With Me 03

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Chapter 3: Spilled Milk

He didn’t say anything about how he coated my face in cum. He just snapped into post-cum mode and started playing youtube videos while I wiped my face and crotch with a pair of his underwear I found next to his bed. 

“Wait,” he said as he saw me about to wipe up the last bit of ooze on my thigh.

He grabbed the cum bottle out of his mini fridge and crouched near me, reaching out a hand to scoop up a big glob of white jizz. His finger scooped right between my thigh and my balls, even touching my dick a bit. I got hard again immediately, but he ignored it as he carried the big glob on his finger to the bottle, wiping it on the rim, then carefully watching it drip down into the bottle, adding to the collection.

“Our special genetic mix,” he said with a smirk, watching my white swirls mix in with his. I chuckled a bit, as he carefully returned the cap to the bottle and placed it in his mini fridge. He plopped back into his chair, letting his muscular body flatten into the cushioning of it. His hand lazily crawled up the desk until it found his mouse, and he clicked play on a random youtube video. It was some gen alpha/z podcast episode loosely talking about video games. 

“So you do take a break from jerking it,” I said, pulling my phone out of my pants on the floor and lying back on his bed, letting my naked body experience this new kind of freedom he’d shown me.

“I mean, yeah,” he said, “but the next nut is never far away. But that one was so good I think I’ll take a very long break actually.”

We got back into the fleshlight within minutes. 

“I see why you like this thing so much,” I said as I pressed myself into the silicone sex toy.

“Yeah, you can go a dozen times and it still feels good,” he said as he loaded it up with more lube, dripping it directly onto my shaft as I pressed into it. I only had it on me for a few seconds before I pulled out, handing it to him. I didn’t want to cum right away, rather I kind of just wanted him to use it in front of me again.

“You want me to hold it again?” I said.

“Bet,” he said, and threw it back to me. I was still lying on his bed so I just held it against my stomach.

“It looks like you have a pussy,” he said as he climbed up onto the bed, basically mounting me as he quickly shoved his dick into the toy. 

His balls and taint were rubbing against my dick as he started thrusting. He reached down and held one of my hips for balance, while my hands held the pocket pussy tightly against my body. He was looking down at me, his sweat beading up on his face and chest as he worked himself up.

I was past trying to not feel awkward about it. Every taboo weirdness about this day was only making me more excited, and I even started moving my body with his thrusts, pushing it back into him. His balls and taint rubbed roughly against my dick with each thrust, and I started to feel like I was going to cum again. But he suddenly stopped.

“You know there’s probably room for two in here,” he said.

It took me a second to realize he was talking about the toy.

“You think?” I asked, honestly unsure.

“I think so,” he said. He pulled his dick out and grabbed mine. He rubbed it for a second, making sure it was lubed, and the feeling of him rubbing me shot a tingle all the way up my body, almost making me cum. He pressed the toy onto my dick, and shifted his body to line himself up.

After a couple tries, he pressed the head of his dick inside the toy. It was so tight, I could feel his heart beat, or his dick throbbing, directly against my dick.

“Hold it here,” he said, letting go of the toy. I grabbed it immediately, holding it tightly as he pressed in further. The pressure on my dick was almost too stimulating.

“Fuck it feels good,” I said under my breath.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” he said, suddenly as breathless as I was.

“I can feel yours too,” I said, almost whimpering a bit. 

He pressed in all the way, and his dick popped out the end again, only this time I could feel every pump he made, every centimeter of movement. Just a couple thrusts in, I was about to cum. The pressure was so tight it was like it was cutting off circulation to my cock and also giving me the best sensation of my life. Felix’s muscular abs were tightening on top of me as he shared his new hobby with me. For a moment I was in a euphoric state of appreciation, even gratitude that he had let me in, introduced me to this, to his body. As much as the idea was unthinkable to me, I couldn’t deny that I was getting as turned on from him being in control as I was from the toy itself. 

Just before the pressure from his cock pushed me over the edge, he froze. I thought he was cumming, but after a second I realized something was up. He was looking down at our dicks in the toy, and I leaned up on my elbows to see what was going on, and I saw a big tear in the silicone in the base of the toy.

“It’s tearing,” he said. 

I just watched as he carefully tried to pull his dick out, but the pressure his massive dick was putting on this thing, in combination with my own shoved in there, proved to be too strong. The tear grew down the center of it, and suddenly it was torn, the whole internal plastic thing was useless. He picked it up and looked at the loose pieces of silicone hanging by a thread out of the hard shell of the tube, his face showing pure heartbreak. I felt so bad for him in the moment, I jumped straight for what I thought would help.

“It’s ok,” I said, “I gotchyu.”

I tried to offer him a smile as I grabbed his bare dick with my hand. The heat of it was surprising for some reason. It felt like it just came out of the oven. I rubbed the lubed up meat pole from base to tip, feeling the weight of it, the veins and his hardness. It was so stimulating to me to get to play with it myself. It was even more fun than fucking the toy. I put our dicks together and squished our lubed heads together, making them slip and slide in my hands. It was messy and turning me on so much I was over the edge quickly, letting my cum coat his dick and rubbing it in more. He didn’t fully recover from the shock of breaking his special toy, but he leaned into it and started humping my hand.

We weren’t just gooning with a new toy anymore, we were experimenting with how good I could make him feel. He jizzed in less than a minute with my cummy vice grip on him, and I let him squirt onto my abs as he released a deep exhale. 

As soon as he was done, his face sank again. “I can’t believe it’s broken, though,” he said, climbing off me and slipping into his desk chair again, pulling up some Youtube. 

We watched for five minutes or so, then he said, “I think I need a nap, see you later.”

It was my cue to go. I headed out, closing his door behind me. 

Over the next couple of days, I did my normal routine, mostly school, some hanging with friends, and I even saw Felix around the house a bit more, but he was mopey and depressed every time. Even Mom and Dad started to notice something was up, and they didn’t notice anything.

I caught him once on his way to the shower. He was naked in the hallway, which struck me as notable. 

“Hey,” I said, getting his attention. 

He turned and swung his giant dick around to look at me. I looked at his face to see if anything had changed, but he literally looked like he was going to cry. I had a flashback to when he was six and he broke his favorite little army man toy. He cried for hours. As the older one, I felt it was my job to fix this for him. I almost gave up before I got an idea. 

“Let’s hang out again,” I said, “just us.”

“Ok,” he said, his face giving nothing away as he turned back to his room.

When we got inside, I could see that he hadn’t stopped jerking it. He was still gooning all day, just missing his toy. When he sat down in his chair, I reached straight down to his cock and squeezed it, pouring some of his lube on it with my other hand and quickly amping him up.

Hi eyebrows raised, obviously not expecting a full servicing. But I could tell he liked it. He stared down at his giant cock getting serviced, and I almost saw the beginnings of a smile for a moment. 

Without speaking, he moved me over to his bed and climbed on top of me. I used both hands to jerk him off over my chest, aiming at my face as he humped toward me. It went on for several minutes, his steel hard pole throbbing in my hands as he grunted and moved his hands around my body looking for a good place to grip me for balance. It was definitely an improvement over jerking himself off, but it wasn’t like when he had the gooner toy.

I knew I needed to be a part of making him feel better, but handjobs weren’t going to cut it. I took another step, in the name of brotherly love.

“Here,” I said, flipping over as I stayed beneath him. I wiggled my ass a bit.

He paused for a second, processing my offer until he realized what I was saying. 

“Your ass?” he said, shocked.

“If you want,” I said, looking back at him over my shoulder.