My Gooner (Frat*) Brother Shared His Fleshlight With Me 02

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Chapter 2: Goon Room

He wiggled it around, and I had to put my hand up to block it from my view. "Bro!"

“Show me yours,” he said quietly, a hint of a command in his tone.

“Fuck off,” I said, and having nothing else to gain from the conversation, I went for the door. 

“No, wait,” he said, “Stay.”

“What for?” I asked, curiously.

“Just, like, keep me company.”

“Fuck off,” I said, but the suggestion did make me giggle a bit. Even though I was the older one, he had some confidence over me, something that came from him simply not giving a fuck at the moment, whereas I felt like I was venturing into new territory even just seeing him naked like this. I turned to leave, but he insisted, in a mock moaning tone.

“Please, I’m bored,” he groaned. 

“You’re serious?” I asked, nervously toying with the pockets of my loose pajama pants.

“Yeah,” he said, “It’ll be fun.” He started wiggling his dick again from the base, and a switch flipped in my brain. He was still rock hard, and the thing was just too big. It was mesmerizing, giving me feelings of inadequacy I never expected to come from him. He was younger than me and before I saw it I never even thought about his dick at all. But it hit me in the moment that I really wanted to see more of it, or maybe I just wanted to see Felix again besides passing moments. I didn’t know, but I knew something had shifted.

I still wasn’t sure if he was joking, but I was curious enough, and honestly bored hanging in my room, so I called his bluff. This wasn’t the way I expected to spend time with him, but I guess it was better than letting him suffer alone. I sat down tentatively, while he went from wiggling his dick to stroking its length, his other hand on his mouse scrolling through a tube site. I just stared at him as he quietly rubbed himself while watching the screen. The porn he chose centered on college guys group-banging some slut at a party. I could tell he really liked the cumshots, which started early and didn’t stop. His eyes went wide as soon as the white goo started splattering on the poor girl’s face and body, and he pressed the toy onto himself without looking at it. He pressed down balls deep, his dick coming out the other end, and just let it stay there. He didn’t seem to recall or care that my loads were in that thing. I sat there awkwardly, just watching him, his big balls under the toy, and the screen, my mind turning with what my home life had become in such a short time.

And the whole thing was giving me a raging boner.

“It’s not fair,” I said, finally breaking the ice.

“What?” he asked under his breath.

“You’re so hung but I’m the older one. It’s against the natural order,” I said with a sigh.

“I can’t be that much bigger than you,” he said, still not looking at me, “we’re fifty percent genetically identical.”

“No, dude, you are,” I said, shaking my head.

“Prove it, then,” he said. 

I stood up, ready to take out my dick anyway at this point. “Fine.” 

I pulled my pajama pants out and down, letting my boner flop out. I looked down, reminding myself that I was a very respectable size. I had seen my friends over the years and was definitely in the top half of dicks by size. But that was hard to remember when I saw Felix’s monster in front of me. 

He turned his head to look at my dick, which was less than a foot from his face. His gooned out face turned into a slight smile. “Does it get bigger?”

“Nope,” I said.

He reached out and flicked it with his finger, chuckling. “Yeah, it’s way smaller than I would’ve thought.”

“I’m bigger than probably half my friends,” I said, “You’re just an anomaly.”

He snickered. “I always knew I was big, but yeah that’s crazy.”

He took the toy off his dick and stood up, facing me. I froze, the closeness giving me a nervous shiver as his dick approached mine. It jutted out in front of him obscenely. He reached out and held my dick.

“What’re you doing?” I asked, letting my pajama pants drop to my ankles.

“Comparing,” he said. This seemed different. He had become a different person as soon as he became a porn addict gooner boy. I couldn’t imagine us ever doing something like this before, and the surreal feeling only got stronger as he put our dicks next to each other. We both looked down as he squeezed them. The lube and cum coating his dick rubbed off on mine, and he held them tightly, displaying the size difference between us. His was like a pringles can, whereas mine was like a decent sausage. He pressed forward and his dick touched my pubes, whereas mine barely went halfway down his, and I was fully hard at this point. 

“Wow,” he said again, “And mine is still growing technically.”

“Mine too, maybe,” I said.

“Sure,” he replied with a chuckle, letting our dicks go and sitting down. 

He put the toy back on himself, slowly, and I was mesmerized as his dick stretched the thing out. It looked so different than when mine was inside it. He was stretching it to its maximum, clearly at risk of tearing the silicone. The big head of his dick came out the back of it with every stroke, and I started subconsciously rubbing myself while I stared at him, standing right over him while he beat it in the chair in front of me.

“Bro don’t jerk it so close to me,” he said, laughing and leaning away from me. 

I sort of snapped out of it, realizing what I was doing. I chuckled and plopped my bare ass down onto his bed. I let my leaking, hard dick hover over my abs, looking around his room and taking stock of what I was doing.

I opened his mini fridge out of curiosity, and I found a white gatorade. It was partially empty but I grabbed it and unscrewed the cap to take a sip. Just before it hit my lips, the smell hit me and I froze. It was a bottle full of cum in it, like two thirds full. I made a shocked “oh” noise and he looked over at me. 

His eyes went wide with a bit of shock, embarrassed that I had found it. 

“Ok, so that’s the thing,” he said, laughing his ass off, "I told you about my cum jar." 

“Jesus, dude, this is gross,” I said, but I had a big smile on my face. It was funny after all.

He tried to explain. “So I used that once when I couldn’t find a cum rag in time, then I got the idea to try and fill it up. I've been dumping loads out of the fleshlight into it for weeks. At least it’s in my mini fridge.”

I started giggling, and he joined in too. It started to feel like old times again, even after crossing a new boundary. 

As the laughter died down, he started using the toy on himself again, but roughly. I could tell why there were little tears in the silicone. His pole was so thick and massive, and the silicone wasn’t meant for all that meat stuffed into it, and with all the time he had spent in here recently, it probably amounted to a thousand thrusts a day, literally. 

“So you just sit in here and beat it like this all day?” I asked, not really judging, just wondering if it every got more intense. I had a feeling he was up to some freaky shit.

“Honestly, yeah,” he said, “but you can also do something like this.”

He stood up, his muscular, hairless ass close to my face as he found a free space on his desk and set down the toy, which still had his dick in it. He held the toy down to the desk surface and started humping into it. His ass was tensing right near my face, and I could smell his body more from this angle. Luckily, he had showered recently, but I could still sense his musk. His butt and his balls and his dick had a distinct smell, something that told me yet again that he was more manly than I was. 

He sort of got into it as he kept thrusting into the thing. 

“I can’t believe you haven’t cum yet,” I said, “I would’ve finished twice already. Even now.”

“Yeah, I mean, the first few times I guess you go faster in this thing, but it’s like a stamina builder. Plus I’ve cum like three or four times already today.”

“Jesus,” I said, “That’s actually cool though. It looks like you’re fucking a girl.”

“I wish,” he said, still thrusting into it, “most I’ve ever gotten is touching Brittany’s pussy once.”

“Bro,” I said, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“What?” he said, “You haven’t even touched a pussy?”

“Just some boob, with Steph.” 

He chuckled. “You found a boob in there? I almost thought she was a guy.”

I laughed. “Fuck off.”

“So,” he said, speaking slowly, like he was trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say, “Could you like, hold it for me?”

“You want me to hold the pocket pussy?” I asked, just trying to clarify what he was asking.

“Nevermind,” he said quickly, continuing to slowly slide himself into it. I saw a little shame on his face, and realized that I was here to support him, in some way. It honestly seemed kind of fun. The more I thought about it, the more it started to thrill me a bit. After a minute, I decided to give in.

“No,” I said, “I’ll do it.”

I saw his eyes light up, and it made me happy to see him excited. 

“Really?” he said, his lip curling into a half smile.

“Sure,” I said, “You can do it for me too.”

“Right,” he said.

I grabbed the toy from him as he moved his hands away, and suddenly he was thrusting wildly into it, his hands gripping the edge of the desk, not even caring that his body was slamming into my arm with every movement.  

He was really loving it. At one point he froze inside it, like he was trying to edge himself, but I started pressing it up and down onto him. He smirked, looking down at his dick in the toy. It was like he had forgotten about the porn, as his wavy hair stuck to a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. I basically jerked him off while he stood there. 

“You can go faster,” he said, a hint of a chuckle in his voice.

A feeling hit my stomach when he said that. Something weird about him giving me some sort of direction while I jerked him off. This whole thing started to feel wrong, but it also seemed fun and I was leaking out of my dick as I started to jerk him off rapidly, making the head of his dick come out the back of the toy with every motion. 

Suddenly he turned to face me, and I changed the position of my arm so it was like I was giving him a handjob.

“You could do it easier if you were lower,” he said, keeping his eyes on his cock. The porn was forgotten, and he was focused on his dick and me getting him off now. I could tell it was something new for him, and he was loving it. His entire energy shifted into a dominant, muscular, young stud ready to cum, and I was just an accessory, a helper, and that felt weirdly right. 

I got down on my knees, his dick basically in my face as I moved the stroker as fast as I could, making obscene squishy noises. He moved his body closer to mine, and the head of his dick was inches from my face when it popped out of the end. It looked even larger up close. 

As I jerked him off with the toy, I sank down lower and lower, spreading my legs. I was melting with the heat of the moment, just letting myself feel it. Eventually my leaking dick was close to the rug, and I was essentially rubbing my dick and balls on the floor while I worked his meat.

He suddenly breathed out quickly, and leaned forward, grabbing my shoulders. He didn’t say anything, but started humping into me while I held the toy. His dick head started pressing into my face with each thrust, and because of his hold on me I couldn’t get out of the way, if I even wanted to. I wasn’t really sure in the moment. 

He finally thrust hard and sporadically, just a couple times, taking a step forward. He accidentally rubbed my cock with his foot, and I felt myself suddenly over the edge and cumming onto the rug as his dick pressed out of the toy, slimy and pressed against my face. He made a noise in response to feeling my hot cum on his foot, and suddenly he was squirting on my too. He held still inside the toy and throbbed, coating my face, and I didn’t move out of the way. I felt like I was as gooned as him at this point, and just accepted the love juice as I finished an intense orgasm against his foot. 

“Fuck, dude,” I finally said as he leaned back, letting his giant dick flop out of the toy.

He was breathing a bit hard. “Yeah, that was awesome.”

“Yeah,” I said, sitting on the floor in a puddle of my own jizz basically, “I feel like I need a shower or a nap or something now.”

“No, dude,” he said back quickly, flopping into his chair and letting his dick just rest on the seat between his legs, “We’re just getting started. Mom and Dad aren’t home for like, five more hours.”

I just looked at him like he was crazy. But, like, I should’ve realized he was doing this all day, so it doesn’t end when you cum, even if you’ve cum plenty of times already.

“Plus,” he said, “Maybe we can fill that bottle.”