Holding the Fleshlight for a Friend — Finale Part 2

Chapter 5: Finale part 2 — Community Fleshlight

Lyle's short visit home left me with a sore hole that I loved and a new appreciation for the possibilities of what I can do at home.

The weekend rolled around, and, since we were invited, we made the trip to Lyle’s college. The frat house was exactly what I expected. Twenty feet from the front door I could already sense that it was loud, chaotic, and full of guys who clearly liked beer and pussy. Lyle greeted us at the door with a grin, ushering us inside like he was showing off his kingdom.

“Welcome to the madhouse,” he said, slapping Zayne on the back. “You’re gonna fit right in, dude.”

The party was already in full swing, and it didn’t take long for things to get wild. At one point, someone pulled out the communal fleshlight—a joke, apparently—but that didn’t stop a group of drunk guys from passing it around like it was a trophy. I could tell by the way they handled it, so ironically that they actually used it in private, even if the point of it was to just be a gag. Lyle handed it to me with a smirk.

Whereas Zayne somehow adjusted immediately to the college environment, I felt like I was just being pulled along through the night. I felt like a spectator, intimidated by the lawless rowdiness. I felt like a meme of a guy standing in a corner alone at a party, even though guys were constantly talking to me and putting an arm around my shoulder. Zayne and Lyle continued to instigate things and get the frat boys riled up.

Zayne, of course, couldn’t resist showing off. Since the fleshlight was a smaller version of the one I had at home, he said that his dick would "break that little thing in half."

When Lyle suggested a dick-measuring contest, Zayne confidently stepped up. And of course, he won. The guys were in awe while staring at his cock which was basically another arm, some even took pics of it.

“Photoshop and AI don’t work!” one guy slurred, trying to position Zayne in front of him to make it look like Zayne's dick was his own. But it was a disaster. When it obviously didn't make a good photo, he made Zayne get fully hard and sit on the couch, then sat on him, sticking Zayne's dick up between his legs, and taking selfies from underneath Zayne's big dick. Weirdly, that actually kind of worked, making it look the guy had a fat hog sticking up, as long as you kept his real dick out of the photo. Somehow, this wasn't too gay for any of them. When other frat idiots decided they wanted to use his dick for their own dick pics, Zayne ended up basically humping everyone’s thighs while they jerked him off to keep him hard.

 Lyle was laughing and egging them on. "You gotta get the perfect shot.” It was ridiculous, but also kind of hilarious.

As the night wore on, the conversation turned to pussy, or the lack thereof. There weren't really any girls at the party.

“We need some ass,” one guy groaned, slumping onto the couch.

Lyle, clearly drunk at this point, blurted out, “My brother takes it in the butt sometimes.”

The room went silent for a second, then erupted in laughter. “No way,” someone said, pointing at me. “Him? No fucking way.”

Zayne, ever the opportunist, smirked. “Wanna see?” Before I could protest, he was behind me, tugging my jeans down. I couldn’t admit it, but I was excited to obey. The guys gathered around, beers in hand, as Zayne spit on my hole and pressed his dick against me. I was pretty wound up from my first college experience, but getting fucked in front of a whole group was kind of freaking me out. I secretly wanted it, and leaned into it. He read my body language and pressed into me, mostly dry, and didn't even give me a chance to adjust before he started fucking me right there in the middle of the room. It was actually kind of humiliating, but still thrilling.

“Holy shit, he wasn’t lying,” someone said, and the room basically erupted in hoots and hollers. I didn't know what to do with my hands. While my face was red and my heart was racing, I grabbed my raging cock and started to stroke it.

The guys pushed me down onto the floor, their hands rough but oddly playful as they surrounded me. My face flushed with a mix of humiliation and excitement, my heart racing as I realized what was about to happen. I could feel their eyes on me, hungry and curious, as they pulled out their cocks. Some were soft and flaccid, others already half-hard and twitching with anticipation. I hesitated for a moment, unsure where to start, but then one of them grabbed the back of my head and guided me toward his dick.

“Start with mine,” he said, his voice ripe with laughter and alcohol. I obliged, my lips brushing against the soft skin of his cock before taking him into my mouth. It was strange at first, the way it felt almost rubbery in its flaccid state, but as I worked my tongue around him, I could feel him growing harder, thicker, until he was fully erect and stretching my lips wide.

I was glad they were being assertive with me, because I wouldn’t have had the courage to do this myself.

The room erupted into cheers and laughter as I moved from one guy to the next, my throat working overtime to accommodate the growing number of dicks. Some of them were gentle, letting me take my time as I slid my mouth down their shafts, while others were rougher, grabbing my head and thrusting into my throat without warning. I gagged a few times, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t stop. There was something thrilling about the way they used me, the way they groaned and grunted as I swallowed them whole. I could feel their hands on my body, gripping my shoulders, pulling my hair, and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

At some point, someone turned on the TV, the sounds of porn filling the room and adding to the chaotic energy. The guys were hooting and hollering, egging each other on as I worked my way through the group. One of them grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my back, his cock pressing against my hole before I could even protest. He didn’t wait for me to adjust, slamming into me with a force that made me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. The others cheered as he fucked me roughly, my body bouncing with each thrust, my own cock throbbing and leaking onto my stomach. I could feel the others crowding around me, their dicks brushing against my face, my chest, my thighs, as they waited for their turn.

Lyle was among them, his cock already hard and glistening with precum. He pushed his way to the front, shoving his dick into my mouth as the other guy continued to pound my ass. I could feel the stretch in my jaw, the way my throat struggled to accommodate his size, but I didn’t stop. I was in a daze, lost in the sensations, my body trembling as they took turns with me. Lyle came first, his cum shooting down my throat as he held my head in place, forcing me to swallow every drop. The guy in my ass wasn’t far behind, his hips jerking as he spilled himself deep inside me. I could feel the warmth spreading through me, the way my hole clenched around him as he pulled out, cum dripping down my thighs.

The next guy was already on me before I could catch my breath, his cock plunging into my ass without warning. I gasped, my body arching as he fucked me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew there would be bruises later. He didn’t last long either, his cum joining the mess already leaking out of me. I lost track of how many guys there were, how many times they came, but I knew Lyle came back for seconds, his cock filling my mouth once again before he finished on my face, his cum dripping down my cheeks and lips.

By the time the last guy finished inside me, I was a trembling, sticky mess, barely able to move. The room was quiet now, the guys scattered and either passed out or gone, leaving me alone on the floor with the porn still blaring on the TV. I lay there for what felt like hours, my body sore and exhausted but buzzing with a strange sense of satisfaction. Eventually, Lyle came back, his hands gentle as he picked me up and carried me to his room. He laid me down on his bed, his arms wrapping around me as he pulled me close. “You did good,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. I smiled, my eyes closing as I drifted off to sleep, the faint sounds of the party still echoing in the distance. It was kind of perfect.

I woke up to Zayne shaking me wildly. “We gotta go now!”

Someone was yelling in the house, and Lyle helped us sneak out the back. When we got in the car and took off, Zayne explained, “Apparently, videos from last night are going around, and some of those guys’ girlfriends are pissed at you. Saved your life.”

And that’s how I got banned from the frat house.