“You’ll be going head to head,” Marcus went on. So to speak, Henry thought again, fighting the urge to snicker. He could hear guys whispering back and forth to each other, some of them laughing, nervous, anxious. Excited. “And once we’ve eliminated half of you in the first round, we’ll line up for a second.”
The group collectively murmured in protest. They were expected to go again, so soon after they’d climaxed once? Henry was beginning to understand how this “competition” was going to work.
“There are thirty-two of you.” Marcus handed over one of the Fleshlights to Bel, the other to Uri. “After the first round, we’ll have sixteen. Then eight. Then two.”
“The winner will get that entire box of porn.” Marcus pointed to a cardboard box lined with DVD cases. There had to be hundreds of DVDs in it! “And a Fleshlight.”
The pledges actually cheered.
Then Marcus announced, “The second runner-up will get the other Fleshlight.”
Henry focused on Dean. He was grinning, the head of his cock practically purple as he squeezed it. No wonder he’d been stroking himself this whole time, Henry realized. They were going to go head-to-head, and Dean had a huge competitive streak.
“On your mark.” Marcus gestured to the first pair of guys. “Get set.” Oh, they were set all right. “Go!”
Henry had a feeling Bel was going to win this one. This first round would be easy. It was the second, third and- gulp — fourth rounds that were gonna be tough.
Uri groaned as he shoved the sex toy down on his cock. He acted with practiced ease, eyes half-closed, watching the women on the television screen. They were in a sixty-nine position now, the camera focused on the redhead’s lapping pink tongue, the blonde’s pussy juices smeared all over her cheeks. Henry hoped this DVD was still on when it got to be his turn. All he had to do was see the redhead once with his cock inside that thing and he’d come.
Hell, I might come before I even get into it, he thought, flushing.
“Oh fuck!” Bel cried out as he slid his condom-covered dick into the sleeve, his hand wrapped tight around the Fleshlight’s handle. “Oh my fucking god, it’s sooo tight!”
Across from him, Uri grunted and thrust, but it was already over for Bel. He pulled his lubed-up cock out, the condom end full of his cum, his face twisted in pleasure, legs splayed, his dick still pulsing with his orgasm.
Everyone whooped and crowed, and Uri let out a groan as he came, too, his thigh muscles straining with the effort. He had his condom off and tied and held up in a flash, but it was too late. Bel had already peeled his off.
“The winner!” The fraternity brother behind Bel slapped him on the shoulder.
“Gimme that thing!” The guy next to Bel already had his condom rolled on. Henry didn’t know that guy well at all-he was a scrawny-looking kid with frizzy red hair, his cock jutting up and to the left.
It was on to the next pair. They were going to have to do this how many times? Henry’s cock and balls were aching for release already, and next to him, Pat’s breath was coming fast as he jerked himself off, his eyes moving from the frat guys playing with the sex toys to the women licking each other on the screen.
May not even make it through the first round, Henry mused, and then Pat’s cock exploded. He wasn’t wearing his condom yet and cum spurted like a geyser over his pumping fist as he groaned softly and bucked up in his chair.
“Whoops!” The frat brother standing behind Pat’s chair laughed. “We’ve got a disqualification!”
“Sorry, dude, you’re out!” Marcus announced.
Henry gulped as Pat stood, grinning sheepishly, cum still dripping down his thigh as he wobbled toward the door, following Uri. Henry’s balls felt tight, no longer cold against the surface of the chair, but contracted and practically boiling. Still, he didn’t want to go off too soon. He really wanted to try that thing. The next pair was already at it, the redhead across the way pumping his freckled fist, his hand and the toy a blur, but in Henry’s row it was clearly already over from the sound of the moaning and groaning at the end of the line.
He’d only had the pleasure of experiencing the inside of a real pussy once, last summer. It was just a brief thing, but it had been beyond description. His hand, even a girl’s mouth, was nothing in comparison. He was probably no more obsessed than any other guy out there, he supposed, but although he hadn’t had the opportunity before or since, he couldn’t get the memory out of his mind of the slick, velvet feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock no matter what he did.
Not that he tried very hard to forget. In fact, mostly he spent his time fantasizing, trying to remember the hot hug of her cunt, the sweet taste of her mouth and the feel of her breath against his face as she came, the grip of her thighs, the sway of her breasts.
Henry squeezed his aching cock, seeing pre-cum leaking from the tip, and took a long, deep, shuddering breath. Hold on, Henry. Hold on. He wanted to fuck a pussy again, even if it was a fake one. Maybe if I just close my eyes, he thought, block out one of my senses. He heard another cheer go up. Another round down. He heard the other pledges, some of them breathing hard, some of them chanting, “Go go go!” He could also hear the soft moans of the women in the porn movie. Just the sound of the two of them was maddening! And thinking about the redhead on the DVD made him think of Libby, and the thought of Libby was more than enough to push him to the edge.
He couldn’t count how many times he’d jerked off the past two weeks thinking about her. Although that was probably a good thing. Maybe it would give him an advantage in tonight’s competition! He’d always been surprisingly good at getting hard again soon after an orgasm.
Henry heard a huge groan from his row and knew another round was over. He opened his eyes and saw another pledge disqualifying himself, his cock twitching, his balls tight and red as tomatoes as he came all over his naked belly. Henry and Dean were second to last. Fuck, he was never going to make it. Henry closed his eyes again, trying to think of anything but pussy. Baseball averages. Crap, he didn’t know any. States? He could name all fifty states in alphabetical order.
Alaska, Alabama, Arkansas… oh wait, Alaska came after Alabama. Was there anything before Alabama? His cock ached so bad it almost hurt. He didn’t dare touch it. It throbbed against the chair, the tip hanging over the edge, literally dripping pre-cum onto the tile. Probably picked this room because it didn’t have carpet, he realized. Just in case. To his right, someone else went off, someone not even holding the toy yet. They were popping like balloons too close to a light bulb now, excited into bursting, one after the other.
Alabama, Arkansas, Alaska… there was another “A” state. He was sure of it. He had a fantastic memory. Only two chairs away now. He could actually hear the sound of it, the wet sucking noise it made when it went down on the guy’s dick. Next in line beside him, last in line, was Cody. He panted, holding onto his cock for dear life. Henry clenched his ass muscles tight, daring a peep over to his right. Pat was gone, so he had a clear view of the guy who had the toy, the strained muscles in his forearm, a tribal tattoo flexing with his motion, as he manipulated the Fleshlight up and down on his dick. His hips began to thrust and Henry heard him whisper, “Ahhh that tight fucking hole!”
Oh no. Henry grabbed his cock, squeezing hard as the guy beside him grunted and thrust, his eyes rolling back as he came. Across from him, like a mirror image, another guy had a Fleshlight flying up and down his cock, riding it hard. He was close, but not close enough. Alas…Alab…wha… Henry couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He wanted to come and come and come.
“Winner!”
The guy next to him held up his full condom triumphantly, turning to hand Henry the Fleshlight. “Careful, this thing is fucking lethal!”