Holding a Fleshlight for a Friend – Chapter 2 .5

Chapter 2.5 – “Shared Inventory”

In the days that followed, I texted my brother a lot.

At first, I kept it light. Just jokes, small talk, and vague thank-yous. But eventually, curiosity got the better of me.

“Hey, that thing you gave me… I might’ve shared it with someone.”

I expected teasing. Some smug older brother sarcasm. But instead, he wrote back:

“Lmao. I used to do the same thing. Jacob and I basically had joint custody. Like literally every weekend.”

I just stared at the screen. That reply hit me harder than it probably should have. Not just because he’d done it too, but because of how casually he admitted it. Like it was no big deal.

Then another message popped up—a video.

The thumbnail alone made me pause. Him and Jacob, shirtless and laughing in some old bedroom. Clearly mid-experiment, clearly not ashamed.

I didn’t even need to watch it. Just knowing it existed made something click in my chest. Like, okay… this is a thing that happens. We weren’t freaks. Or if we were, at least we weren’t the first ones. 

“One time this girl even asked to watch,” he added a minute later. “Showed us nudes in exchange. Legendary.”

I couldn’t stop smiling. I didn’t even know what emotion it was. Relief? Solidarity? Maybe just the hilarity of imagining my own brother in the same absurd situation Zayne and I had stumbled into.

When I told Zayne, he didn’t believe me at first. Of course he demanded we watch the video to confirm.

We queued up the video on my phone, propped it on my nightstand, and sat on the edge of my bed like we were about to critique a student film. The video was graphic. It was chaotic, hilarious, full of immature commentary and way too much laughing.

The first thing I noticed was their size. My brother was the same shape as me, but probably half an inch longer, and his friend, just like my friend, was considerably bigger. He was the hung hog in their pairing. Not as big as Zayne, but a similar "head to head" comparison.

The main similarity was that it was unmistakably a video of two guys figuring things out, their foreheads literally leaning on each other, no shame as they stuffed opposite ends of the toy, their parts meeting in the middle and rubbing each other. It looked fun.

"We never even thought of that," Zayne said.

I let out a breath. "Aight, let's try it."

By the time the video ended, and we watched two dicks come out of opposite ends of the toy following by loads of cum, Zayne and I had both removed our pants. We were already red-faced, and not just from laughter.

Without needing to say it, the room had shifted. The same curiosity that fueled everything up to this point simmered between us again. One glance was enough.

I grabbed the toy, and lined up Zayne's raging meat pole with the pussy end of the fleshlight. I took the more narrow end, and we inserted together. Feeling his hot meat touching mine inside a tight, lubed up, silicone tube was exhilarating. I started stroking it back and forth, and Zayne took over, grabbing my hips and thrusting into me. I was getting more friction from his cock rubbing mine than from the toy, and he was going into animal mode like he always did.

Somewhere in the middle of our sesh, I sent my brother a message:

“We watched it. And we're copying you guys.”

His reply came fast:

“LMAO no way. Brings back memories. Jacob always made weird noises.”

"So do I." I responded.

I went a step further, and sent him a two-second video of Zayne thrusting into it, while I just held the toy and let him rub against my cock inside it.

Then, as if he couldn't resist, he started sending us commentary like a coach from the sidelines.

“Tell Zayne to stop overthinking it. Relax his shoulders.”

I told him, and he just chuckled.

“Bet he’s making that focused face again.”

I sent him a video of Zayne's face. He was right.

“You two are officially cursed in the best way.”

Zayne was half-laughing, half-distracted, but clearly into the absurdity of it all. I showed him the messages between moments and he just grinned, shaking his head.

“Your brother’s a menace.”

“Yeah,” I said. “But apparently, we’re built the same.”

He just blinked and said, “So, is this, like… a family tradition?”

I laughed. “Guess so.”

It felt weirdly comforting. Like there was a blueprint. Like what we were doing didn’t have to make sense to the world, just to us.

Zayne's grunts grew louder, more urgent, his thrusts losing rhythm as he neared the edge. I couldn’t help but match his pace, my cock sliding against his through the clear silicone toy, our breaths syncing like we were running the same race. My hands gripped the toy firmly, while his dug into my hips, pulling me closer with each thrust.

I looked up at him, our eyes locking for a brief moment before his gaze dropped to where our dicks met inside the toy. This is mesmerizing.

His thick, throbbing cock pressed against mine, the slick sound of our movements and his short breaths filling my ears. And then, with a low groan, he came. His release spilled into the toy, the white warmth coating my cock, visible through the clear silicone. The heat, the friction, the sheer intimacy of it pushed me over the edge too. My body tensed, and I came hard, adding to the mix, our cum frothing together inside the toy.

When we finally pulled out, we couldn’t avoid the mess. Some of it spilled onto the carpet, a sticky reminder of what we’d just done. I collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving, and grabbed my phone. Without thinking twice, I texted my brother: “It’s done.”

I snapped a quick photo of our dicks still glistening, the toy sitting between us, and the evidence of our shared load soaking into the carpet. I hit send and stared at the screen, feeling a mix of exhaustion and giddy satisfaction. My brother’s response came almost instantly.

“Legendary. Welcome to the club.”

I grinned and showed the message to Zayne, who just shook his head, laughing. We were officially part of something bigger now, and weirdly, it felt kind of amazing.