Holding a Fleshlight for a Friend — Chapter 3

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 3: Party Foul

We weren’t party guys. Not really. But it was "Spring Fling", and someone’s older cousin was throwing something legendary. Backyard lights, a rented speaker system, a hot tub steaming under string lights. Everyone was already buzzed or pretending to be.

It started normal enough. Cups of punch (tasting off), laughter echoing down the hall. But then we started noticing how people were pairing off. Groups dwindled. Couples disappeared into bedrooms. Some stayed behind, barely pretending they weren’t hooked to each other on couches, in corners, around the pool. Some people were even taking off their pants and going at it, right in front of everyone.

Zayne and I exchanged a look. This was way past our usual orbit.

A pair of girls from school wandered over. They were upperclassmen, technically, but chill. One of them leaned into Zayne and whispered something. The other nudged me and laughed like we were all in on something.

Five minutes later, we were being led upstairs.

The room they picked had an LED strip flickering slowly between colors and a weirdly soft carpet. We were both nervous but trying not to show it.

They started things. Flirty touches. Kisses. One girl straddling Zayne on the bed while her friend pulled me down onto the beanbag chair. For a moment, it felt like we were doing exactly what we were supposed to be doing. High school guys. Cool party. Hot girls.

I was getting hard as hell as me and my girl rubbed up against each other and made out. Nice, I'm not totally gay, I thought to myself, relieved. The brunette grinding on Zayne's lap making him moan involuntarily. True to his nature, he assertively moved a hand straight down into her pants, making her start to whimper softly in response. To be honest, I was still thinking about Zayne's monster in his pants next to me. I was curious to see it going inside someone else. I was just hoping we would get that far. I couldn't get the image out of my brain, and

Oh shit. I'm about to—

I came. I filled my pants while she grinded on me. I had to pretend like nothing was happening while pleasure rushed through my body, and I trembled slightly while I held onto her. 

The girl on Zayne started to crawl down, and put her face at his crotch. His bulge was evident, and I saw her gulp when she looked at it. 

As if feeling challenged, the girl on me started to crawl down as well, matching her friend. Like they were daring each other to go farther.

Then Zayne's girl gasped. I froze and looked over. His monster tool was sticking straight up in the air. A third arm of his, threatening to any hole that dared venture near it.

“Wait… holy sh—” She froze, hovering above Zayne, eyes wide. “Is that real?”

Zayne’s face turned bright red. “Uh. Yeah.”

She backed off the bed like it was a live wire. “I can’t. That’s, like… too much. Sorry.”

The other girl stopped too, glancing over. Then she looked at me, then at him, then just started cracking up.

“No way that thing’s FDA approved,” she said, backing toward the door. “You should warn people before unleashing that monster.”

I intervened as best I could. "I mean, yeah, it's big, but like, you can still fit it in with a good warmup."

"You wouldn't know!" said Zayne's girl. Zayne and I shared a glance.

"I mean," my girl said, "it's good that it's big, but... what the fuck dude?"

Zayne looked defeated, even losing some strength of his boner. "You could just like, do what you want with it? Why not give it a shot?"

"You'll definitely be popular with that thing, but I'm not going near it," she said.

Zayne looked hopefully at the other girl, who was about to blow me a minute prior. She grimaced.

They left, laughing as they went. The door clicked shut behind them.

Silence.

Then Zayne said, “Cool. Awesome. That was totally normal.”

I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. “You broke the party.”

He groaned into his hands, but even he was smiling a little. “That’s it. I’m retiring.”

“Bro, it’s not your fault your stats are glitched.”

We lay there in the weird light, listening to the muffled sounds of the rest of the party. And it hit me. This whole thing, the girls, the hype, the pressure. It didn’t even feel half as real as what we’d been doing on our own.

We laughed. And somehow, that felt like the right answer.

Zayne was still lying on the bed, arm over his eyes, groaning dramatically. His dick was still out, resting on his thigh. I was laughing, mostly at his expense.

"Come on," I said, nudging his leg. "It wasn’t that bad."

"They ran out of the room like I was a villain in a sci-fi movie," he replied, muffled. "I think one of them crossed herself."

"They just weren’t ready. That’s on them," I said, half-joking, half-serious. "Besides… we’re still here."

He looked at me then. Really looked. And whatever we’d been pretending not to feel all night, whatever weird undercurrent had been buzzing through the party, the girls, the jokes, suddenly felt like it was humming only between us.

I moved toward him without thinking, and he didn’t flinch. Just rolled onto his side to face me.

There was no punchline this time. No toy. No script.

There’s no toy, I thought. I’m the toy.

He leaned in. So did I.

What happened next wasn’t loud or wild or chaotic like the party downstairs. It was quiet. Focused. Intentional.

I leaned down, my heart pounding at the un-private nature of the scene, and took Zayne’s oversized cock into my mouth. He gasped, like he didn't expect it, his hands instinctively flying to the back of my head, holding me firmly in place. His grip was strong, almost possessive, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel him twitching against my tongue, his breath hitching as I slowly worked my way down his length.

When I reached the base, my throat was on fire, but I didn’t stop. For some reason, I wasn't gagging yet, so I let my tongue slide further, tickling his balls. "Yeah," he moaned softly. I pulled out and trailed my tongue down his taint until I reached the sensitive skin of his ass. He let out a low, guttural moan as I lifted his legs, exposing him completely. I pressed my face into him, tasting, exploring, while his hands tightened in my hair.

Without warning, Zayne grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back. He straddled me, his ass hovering just above my face, and I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and pulled him down, my tongue diving back into him. He groaned, his hips jerking forward, his thick shaft slapping against my face with each thrust. I could feel his balls plopped on my nose and eyes, the weight of them making my own dick twitch in response.

Zayne leaned forward slightly, his hole smothering my mouth while he faced down my body. My hard-on strained against my pants, humping the air as I lost myself in the taste of his sweat and musk. I didn’t care how risky it was, how raw. It was everything I needed to make up for the night.

And then the door creaked open.

We both froze as a pair of classmates stumbled in, some girl dragging in some messy guy behind her, stopping dead in their tracks. The girl’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth, while the guy let out a bark of laughter. Oh, I recognized him, it's Teddy from my bio class.

“Holy shit,” he said, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “This room is… occupied.”

Zayne scrambled off me, his face burning red, while I sat up, trying to look like we hadn’t just been caught in the most compromising position imaginable.

The girl stifled a giggle, shaking her head, and looked down at Zayne's monster. “Jesus Christ!”

"Oh shit," said Teddy again, "you're the guy Emma was talking about!"

"Yeah, I'm the freak," said Zayne.

"Nah, I'm jealous, bro. Respect." He held out a fist.

Zayne removed his hand from failing to cover his junk and gave him a shaky fist bump.

"Don't stop on our account," said Teddy, looking a bit buzzed from the party but also thrilled to see Zayne's monster in action.

"I'm not watching that!" said Teddy's girl, who walked out of the room, leaving the door wide open.

 Teddy stayed where he was, slightly swaying, a half-smile on his face. "Does that thing work?"

"Yeah," I said quickly.

Teddy’s grin widened as he stepped further into the room, shutting the door behind him. “Man, I can’t just leave now.” He glanced down at Zayne’s still-hard cock, his eyes widening slightly. “That thing’s a fucking legend. Mind if I…?”

Zayne hesitated, glancing at me, and I gave him a small nod. What the hell, right? The night was already spiraling into something we couldn’t predict.

“Uh... sure,” Zayne finally said, his voice a little shaky.

Teddy didn’t waste any time. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, his hand reaching out to grasp Zayne’s massive shaft. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, as if he couldn’t believe what he was holding. He started jerking Zayne off with slow, deliberate strokes, his other hand resting on his thigh for balance.

I watched, my own heart racing, as Teddy’s hand moved with increasing speed, his fingers occasionally brushing against the base of Zayne’s cock. Zayne let out a low groan, his head falling back against the bed. His eyes fluttered shut, and his hips started to rock slightly, matching Teddy’s rhythm.

“Damn,” Teddy said, shaking his head. “This is insane.”

Zayne didn’t respond, too lost in the sensation. I could see the tension building in his body, his muscles tightening as he edged closer to release. Teddy seemed to sense it too, his hand tightening around Zayne’s cock, his strokes becoming more urgent.

And then, with a deep, guttural moan, Zayne came, his cum shooting out in thick, heavy spurts. Teddy’s hand kept moving, milking every last drop from him, his own breath shortening as he watched the scene unfold.

When it was over, Zayne lay there, completely spent, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Teddy sat back on his heels, looking both awed and slightly smug. “Holy shit,” he said, wiping his hand on his jeans. “I think I just witnessed history.”

Zayne let out a weak laugh, his eyes still closed. “Glad I could entertain.”

Teddy stood up, grinning down at us. “This is the best party ever.”

"Wait til you get some of this," I said. And, although I never thought I would be doing this, I leaned over the bed, and pulled my pants down, revealing my ass for him.

Teddy didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, spitting into his hand and slicking himself up before pressing against me. I hissed at the initial sting—no lube, just spit—but he pushed in anyway, his cock stretching me open. “Fuck, that’s tight,” he muttered, his hands gripping my hips as he started to move.

Zayne watched, his hand absently stroking his still-hard cock. When Teddy paused, panting, Zayne leaned over and spat directly where we were connected, the wet warmth making Teddy groan and thrust harder. “Better?” Zayne asked.

“Way better,” Teddy grunted, his pace picking up. His fingers dug into my skin as he fucked me, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Another pair walked in on us, but we didn't even react this time. They giggled and left quickly. It didn’t take long before Teddy was burying himself deep, his cum spilling inside me with a groan.

He pulled out, collapsing onto the bed, but his eyes were already on Zayne. “Your turn,” he said, grinning. “I want to see that monster in action.”

Zayne didn’t need to be told twice. He moved behind me, his spit-slicked cock pressing against me. I braced myself, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the way he stretched me open. I gasped, my hands clenching the sheets as he slowly pushed in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. “Shit,” I managed to choke out.

He started slow, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, but it wasn’t long before he was fucking me hard, his massive cock punching deep into me. Teddy watched, his hand stroking himself absently, his eyes glued to where we were connected. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered.

Zayne lasted forever, his pace relentless, his cock hitting me in ways I didn’t know were possible. When another couple walked in on us, they stayed and watched for a moment. Zayne pulled out and gave my hole back to Teddy. When Zayne sat next to me, I saw all the white froth from the previous load he was battering inside me.

Over the next several minutes, they took turns using me back and forth. I really am a pass-around party fleshlight now.

Teddy came twice more inside me, his cum mixing with his previous loads. And when Zayne finally came, he let out a deep, primal groan, his cock pulsing as he filled me to the brim.

We collapsed together, a tangled mess of sweat and cum, the room silent except for our heavy breathing. Teddy let out a low whistle. “Cool party.”

Zayne just laughed, his arm slung over my chest. “Yeah,” he said, catching my eye.

We stared at each other for a moment before sharing a nervous laugh. It was ridiculous, embarrassing, and weirdly perfect. Teddy wordlessly put on his pants and opened the door. The loud party flooded into the room, and the door closed behind him.

And suddenly, it was over, we lay there in the soft LED glow, staring at the ceiling, not saying a word. Just catching our breaths.

Zayne finally spoke. “We’re still not really party guys.”

I nodded, letting out a breath. “Nope.”

“But we might be something else.”

We didn’t define it. We didn’t need to.