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

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

Felix was a couple years younger than me, but we always got along weirdly well. Mom and Dad used to joke that “brothers are supposed to fight,” but we were just like regular friends, basically acting like we were having sleepovers all the time. The worst that would ever happen was if he annoyed me then I wouldn’t talk to him for half a day. 

He was always more athletic than me, and was addicted to working out the last couple years and posting pics on his instagram “for the babes”, but only his meathead buddies would comment on them. At school he talked to girls all the time but had no game, complained about how it’s “impossible to get experience with girls when you need to already have experience with girls to have any confidence to talk to them.” I chalked it up to growing pains, even if other guys didn’t seem to have as much trouble as him getting a girlfriend. His muscles weren’t doing the trick apparently. 

We were close enough that he would climb into my bed once in a while, even though we were far too old to do that. Then, one day to the next, he got kind of distant. He spent all his time in his room. At first I thought he was just jerking off or something, but it had never been like this before. Something else was going on. For hours after school he would stay locked in there, even ignoring if I texted him to say what’s up. I figured he was just “too cool” for me now or something.

I heard moaning one day, like he was in pain, but when I texted him he just replied with short answers. 

Me: “You ok?” 

Him: “Yes” 

Me: “You sure?”

No answer.

That’s when I decided to be sneaky and see what he was up to. 

From my secret spot on the “roof” out my window, which was a sort of annex structure housing the back patio that I could climb onto, I could see into his room. I had never used it to spy before, but I was always aware that I could if I needed to. So, a bit after dark, when he wouldn’t be able to see me, I crept out my window and crawled over to look into his room, and discovered more than I should have. 

What I saw was the guy I had known my whole life, sitting there in his gaming chair in front of his computer, straight up beating his meat aggressively with a toy. I wasn’t surprised that he was jerking off, what was surprising was that his dick was the size of an elephant trunk. It shouldn’t be possible to have a dick that big. 

So basically, he had become addicted to humping his boy dick into this plastic fleshlight thing, which was apparently why he barely left his room anymore. The fleshlight that looked like it was getting plenty of use. And on top of all that, his dick was probably five times the size of mine. Like an extra arm. Shockingly enormous, whereas mine was probably just a hint above average, if that. I immediately felt insecure about my own dick, but I figured his size was why he had to stroke it so much that he got addicted, somehow. Like maybe he was supercharged with testosterone which causes both things.

“Maybe that’s why all the hung guys end up in porn,” I muttered aloud to myself.

My mind was racing with thoughts as I watched his larger than life hog stretching out that toy as he pressed it up and down onto himself in a fast rhythm. His big headphones were on and he was butt naked, his pale skin and tensed, rippling muscles illuminated by the glow of the 40-inch monitor above his laptop, no doubt playing porn.

I went to bed as my mind ran in circles with the new information. He had a fleshlight, which was kind of crazy. I wondered how he got it. His dick was the size of an arm, which was weird as hell because I would have assumed that it would be similar to mine, if I ever even thought about it. But now that I knew, it was clear that the image of it would never leave my head. I just had myself a quick wank into a sock, probably lasting about twenty seconds, and went to bed. It crossed my mind briefly that we were both wanking at the same time, but soon I was done, tossing the sock into the corner of my room and turning over to go to sleep.

Over the next couple days, I thought about what I should do if someone I cared about was holed up in his room, addicted to porn and jerking it all day. 

At first, I wanted to get him out of the house, since I felt like it was my responsibility to help him get over it and get back outside more, “touch grass” and stuff like that. 

When repeated attempts to invite him to do literally anything proved to be fruitless, I felt defeated for a bit. But the idea crossed my mind, that maybe I should just… join him, in some way, since that would essentially be the only way to spend time with him. 

I bit the bullet one day when I found him in the kitchen, basically taking a water break, grabbing a white flavored gatorade out of the fridge. He was shirtless and had a layer of sweat on him, comfortable showing off his abs, and wearing sweatpants with no underwear, which was clear from the larger than life bulge hanging down where I could see his full dick print, including the large head of his cock. I couldn’t believe I had never even noticed his size before. I guess I just really didn’t want to look, but now that I knew, it stuck out to me like a flashing red light.

“You want to like… go to a movie or something? You spend all your time in your room lately,” I said as he faced the fridge, head tilted back as he chugged gatorade. I watched as his adam's apple bounced, noting that it was larger than mine. His height was still a couple inches below me, but it seemed like every other part of him got the full puberty of it all, whereas all I had gotten was the voice and the height.

He finished gulping it down, released a satisfied, “ahh,” then added, “I’m good,” in a tone like he was being rebellious or something, rather than just chatting me. It was like we hadn’t been close our entire lives.

When he walked past me like I wasn’t even there, I just went for it.

“Where’d you get the fleshlight?”

He froze. Turning his head toward me without looking at me. He was half smiling, nervously. 

“How did you know about that?”

“You’re not exactly secretive about it,” I said.

“You went through my room?”

“No, I saw through your window.”

His jaw dropped. “Fuck, so you’ve seen it all.”

“No, just like, a glimpse once. I obviously didn’t wanna look long.”

“Ok,” he said.

“You’re addicted to that thing, then.”

“Honestly,” he said slowly, “I am. It’s all I wanna do all day. One nut after the other.”

“Ok, enough information,” I said, “Just, like, take a break once in a while. I miss hanging with you, bro.”

“Ok,” he said, shaking his head a bit. Still, he just turned around and walked up the stairs to his room. 

Over the next couple days, when I would catch him between wank sessions, like on his way to take a shower or grab food from the kitchen, I would get him to open up about it slightly. 

Apparently, he had “inherited” the sex toy from his friend who was scared to keep it at home. He admitted he was cumming in it every morning and night, skipping hobbies and hanging out with friends. I asked about cleaning it, and he said it was a pain to wash it out all the time, so he started just dumping the loads into a bottle in his room instead of actually cleaning it. 

“Jesus Christ that thing must be disgusting,” I said. He just shrugged.

“So,” I said, trying to find the right words. “I wanna see it.”

“The cum jar??”

I laughed, he laughed. The tension was gone, thankfully.

“Fuck no,” I said, “The fleshlight.”

“Dude, I can’t, like, share that with someone,” he said, making a disgusted look.

“But it’s me, c’mon, it’ll be like we’re hanging out together again.”

“Ok now you definitely can’t borrow it,” he said.

We started laughing again, and the moment ended. He bounced past me down the hall. I watched his toned body happily jaunt into his room and shut the door behind him. On my way past his door, I stopped and listened. I heard the squelching of the toy, the wet squishy sounds that meant he was doing his thing. I started to wish I had it, even if it was shared with him, just to see how it felt. I got a boner just thinking about how good it would feel on my cock.

A couple more days passed, and I finally caught him in the right mood.

“Hey,” I said, passing him in the hall as he wore his standard low hanging sweatpants on his way to the bathroom.

“Hey,” he said back, “What’re you up to?” I noticed a hint of a smile. He was happy about something. He also hadn’t actively asked me anything like that since his fleshlight addiction had begun.

“Nothin,” I said, “Just some homework before the game at Nick’s tonight. You up to more of the same?”

“You know it,” he said, “It really is the best invention of all time. And today a girl hit me up on instagram.”

Ahh, I thought to myself, the reason behind the smile. I didn’t want to ruin his mood and warn him about how fit guys get catfished sometimes. I would tell him eventually, but now was the time for bigger matters.

“Maybe you’re ready to let me have a swing at your toy then?” I asked tentatively, raising an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said, making my eyes light up. He walked into his room and left the door open behind him. For the first time in a while, I followed him into it. The room was pure boy funk. Messy, dark, smelling like testosterone. The only lighting he used was the blue, techy lighting strips around the edges of his room. It was pure masturbation addict boy gamer den of sin. 

He pulled the toy out from under his desk and threw it to me. Quickly walking past me to the bathroom.

I looked down at the thing. Slightly sticky, warm to the touch. I could tell that he had literally just finished using it seconds earlier. I was initially a bit repulsed as I stood there in his room with it, but I brought it across the hall to my room and shut the door. I removed the cap and found the pussy-shaped silicone opening. I got hard just imagining how good it was going to feel, and I stuck my finger inside, forgetting that he was an animal. 

His load was still in it. 

He was so far gone it was crazy. He literally forgot to even clean it superficially before handing it off to me. My heart started to race. I was touching his warm load with my finger, but I knew I was going to use it anyway. I was desperate for it. It represented both an amazing sensation on my body that I had yet to experience elsewhere, as well as a peak into the life of the my lifelong companion who had recently pulled away.

I dropped my pajama pants to my ankles and brought the thing to my rock hard dick. I pressed into it, feeling the warmth and wetness, and my jaw literally dropped. I even whimpered a little, a sound I had never made before, as I started cumming immediately. I pressed it balls deep, looking down and watching myself throb inside it. My body sank forward as I crouched a bit, absorbing the feeling. It was the best orgasm of my life, and I didn’t even feel like I was finished. As I started to pull out, it still felt amazing, and I pressed back in. Soon I was tugging myself with the toy, and a minute later I was crossing the edge again, adding yet another load to the brothers mixture.

Suddenly feeling like I had done something wrong in a way, I was eager to get rid of this thing, as much as I knew I was going to want it again in a matter of minutes. I had seen what it had done to my brother, and knew it would be best to return it immediately.

I went back to his room to give it back to him, and to my surprise he was sitting in his chair, not even hiding that he was stroking his giant dick. He paused when I came in, letting it jut out straight up, throbbing and pointing at the ceiling.

“Awesome,” he said, “I hate using my hand anymore. So you chickened out?”

“What? No, I’m done.”

“How’d you finish that fast?” he asked, confused.

“What do you mean? I went twice.”

“WHAT??” He was laughing and shocked.

“Ummmm, how long does it take you??” I demanded.

“Longer than one minute to cum two times!”

We laughed. “Ok Mr. Stamina over here. We’re not all hung like a fucking pornstar either.”

“You think it’s that big?”

“Ummm, yeah? Obviously?”

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.”