Is it weird my roommates and I share the same Fleshlight? Chapter 2
The title says it all! Big cocks, bondage, serious use and hardcore fucking. Average reading time: 10 minutes.
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Cum was backing up In Jacob's cunt. His farmhouse butt cheeks were spectacularly firm and big but we were testing his abilities every day. We couldn't help ourselves, he was ripe to be used.
That came with consequences though. His hole was taking on a decidedly abused appearance. We couldn't care less about that - we encouraged it! - but some of us did care about clotted cum stains and spelunking in a hole overflowing with man-seed. Sure it made for an easier entry but nest and tidy always made a difference too.
That's why we decided to give Silas and Jacob on and off days.
In fact, letting them both be constantly on' was almost too easy, they could demur to the other guy. I'm too tired, please fuck Silas, please.' That's not what we wanted. A Fleshlight is ALWAYS available. The whole point of this was to remove choices, reduce decision making and eliminate FOMO. As hung men, we needed to empty our balls when we wanted - whenever it was needed - and on an entirely regular basis. That meant a Fleshlight couldn't decide to be out of action or unserviceable. Not being a perfect cum-depository wasn't part of the deal.
To be honest, I think this clarity helped the situation. Not least as if meant one bottom could devote their time to looking after the other and managing the play space, whilst the other performed his fuckhole duties.
Also, the four of us unexpectedly got off on using one guy at a time. It's not that we're not into full scenes - after all, we are a group - but we felt it was way more fun using a single hole at a time. To fill them up with cum, to stretch them out, to fuck them into total submission so they were virtually lifeless.
Let me tell you a story from last week.
Jacob was on duty. Acres of Kentucky farm boy ass. Flawless skin, a hole that begs for attention and a homespun face that deserves to be defiled. It always feels a privilege using him.
Brandon was the first. He got home from football practice still wearing his kit. Un-showered and horny as fuck. Physical exertion always seems to do that to him. In years past he would have scouted some tight rear-ender in the locker room, but now he had pussy on-demand. It actually made him eager to get home.
Brandon is the smallest of our group at only 10" long. What he lacks in length he more than makes up in girth though. Beer-can thick. It's terrifying if you haven't encountered it before - there aren't many holes that can accommodate it, let alone mouths. Which is a real shame as there's nothing that Brandon likes more than throat-pussy. But hey, that's the main reason we're doing this project. To have holes on tap, always ready, always available.
And Brandon was determined to make the most of it. Despite his girth - because of it - he was going to fuck the gag-reflex right out of each one of our boys. Their throats had to be able to service us balls-deep, no matter their condition. Sweaty, funky, ass-to-mouth? It had to be done.
This afternoon was undeniably hot and moist. His epically thick cock had been bursting out of his jock whilst constrained by his uniform of tight, white spandex. He'd played hard and rough: 6' 3" of solid muscle on a playing field gives you a certain leeway.
He walked right in and pointed one finger at his dick to our service-bitch on duty. Jacob immediately got to work. Man, that boy is hungry for cock! He wasted no time in getting on his knees (pads mandatory at all times) pulling down Brandon's sportswear and nuzzling his face in that ripe jock. Feeling the heat and the thickness of that monster shaft badly packaged within. Inhaling every scent--
`--Stop fucking around kid, get on it!'
You might be wondering why Jacob and Silas had signed up for the process. What would they get out of this? They didn't care about the consequences, they just wanted guaranteed cock and cum.
Where else would they get this much dick? They knew how difficult it was to get serious man meat. The faff of Grindr and Scruff was relentless. We offered something very different. And reliable.
That did mean a sacrifice though. Unlimited cock worship, no matter how ready they were.
Interrupted in his sensory tour, Jacob pulled the jock aside to haul out Brandon's meat. Even though I've seen it many times it still shocks me at just how thick it is. Angry thick too. His shaft is coursed with pencil thick veins, his foreskin always pulled back, his helmet gigantic. A real mouthful. One that Jacob was still struggling to take.
That didn't stop Brandon though. He wasn't going to be happy until Jacob had taken it all. He'd tried fast strokes that slowly went deeper with no success. Maybe it was time to try a long, continuous action? His monster shaft pushed into Jacob's mouth whilst his powerful hands pulled Jacob's head forward? There would be no escape.
Yes, there was gagging and vomit. The bodily fluids emitted in this `welcome home' experience weren't limited to cum and sweat but tears and mucus. However, the important thing was that Brandon got to unload as deep he needed, and that Jacob was - admittedly slowly - taking more and more of his girth. Learning to breathe through his nostrils too.
Raoul came next. the most academic of the four of us. He was the shortest, built like a power-ball. But that's what made his dick such a surprise. You'd think he'd be short and fat but God no. He was long and thin. So fucking long. 14" of rock hard, long cock. So firm he could force his way into any hole he wanted. However his struggle was finding guys to take his full stallion length. They squealed and got terrified.
By now, Jacob didn't have a choice. Three weeks in? It was fucking expected.
Raoul arrived home to see the bottom waiting in our hall in the expected position. Whilst Silas had helped clean Jacob up his red eyes and vomit stains were obvious. He looked like a boy fucked up, just the way Raoul's mean streak likes it. If Jacob's mouth-pussy had been used then his ass-pussy must be fresh, right? That was his target and now - after a tough exam - he was determined to get all the way in. A Fleshlight can never say no.
He took one glance and told Jacob to get to the fuck station.
This is a very simple set-up that I urge any of you reading to recreate. You position two shoes on the floor (we use a pair of High-Tops) and nail them down so they can't be moved. One a foot is inside it then gets laced in place, the tighter the knots the better. Then, about a foot in front, you place a thick metal bar raised about 14" off the floor. Something to grab onto. We've actually glued gym gloves onto ours so Jacob and Silas can't mistake the correct body placement.
There is something very hot about this. Cunt bent over. Hands and feet trapped. Ass perfectly positioned. Ready for ramming speed. Or was he?
To be honest, he could sense Raoul's energy and was right to be worried. My friend was angry that Jacob wasn't developing fast enough. This time he was determined he'd take it all.
And so he did.
Speared the hole in one. Honestly, you could have heard his screams right across campus. But this is what he signed up for, right? Whilst I've never (and never will!) experience it myself, 14" to the cunt must be something else. Your intestines would feel they're being ruptured.
That was nothing to what we actually had eventually had planned though.
Kyle came next. He's the evil fucker of the group. Part of me had been worried about being in close association with him. Yes, he had the dick to match ours - in fact, a perfectly cylindrical shaft that was unsullied by veins and could have been the template for any `beginner' dildo if it had been smaller - but he had an energy that was intense. Like he wanted to make up for the smoothness of his dick with the roughness of his personality.
If anything, he was jeopardising the project.
When he got home horny - and he always was- Silas was in the process of cleaning up Jacob again and was tending to his needs.
Well fuck that! There's no point having a Fleshlight if it's not available. Who cared if both of Jacob's ends were back-flooded with cum? Kyle needed hole. He demanded Silas get in one of the house slings.
These are not normal slings. They're custom built and cost a lot of money. The four of us are all familiar with pump and dump scenarios but that's not what we wanted for these. We wanted `held down, constrained, unable to escape' scenes. Belts and buckles that would lock our bottoms in. Felt magnificent, looked hot and totally amplified the loss of control. It was a perfect recipe. A menu that Kyle took great advantage of.
I wasn't there, I didn't see it, I was only there to survey and pursue the damage, but Christ he must have fucked hard.
Kyle's big fault was his sensitivity about the smoothness of his shaft. I don't think he needed to worry - any other man would be glad to own his prick - but he was concerned and that made him even more forceful. To make up for his lack of veins and ridges he'd had made up a stretchy silicone sheath that fitted the entire length of his smooth shaft. Though this was anything but smooth. The sheath was studded with diamond shaped rubber nubbles that turned his dick into a weapon of fuck. No cunt would be the same after experiencing it.
And that's how I walked into the house. The building drenched with the smell of pussy and man-spunk. Two holes on offer, which would I choose?
I'm the outlier in our group. I'm tall, well-built and the length of my cock sits in the average range for us. Just 12". However, I do have something my friends don't possess. A pointy-helmet that can forge any entry, no matter how tight or loose the hole. I am so very, very lucky. No matter how fucked these cunts were - no matter how tight they may have clenched after being used - I would always be able to forge my way in.
If Jacob and Silas were in any doubt of their future today would resolve it. I'd had an idea in my head for a while and now was the time to make it happen. Who could resist a double-ditch?
Jacob was still strapped in the sling, his legs open and pussy defiled. Pink winking hole so wonderfully ravaged with slick cum. That's when I ordered Silas to climb on top of him so I could fuck from one hole to another.
Silas went in face down so he was lying on Jacob's chest, their faces connected. I think they really loved that. The important thing? I got out extra belts and buckles to strap them together. I then lowered the sling slightly for better access. Yes, I'd have to bend my knees to fuck Jacob and stand on tip-toes for Silas, but I don't think anything can beat the sight of two holes double-stacked. Not least when one is black and one white. I was going to move my cock seamlessly between each one.
As I slammed my cuntmaker home in Jacob's pussy I was reminded of our goal. Hole that was constantly open and could take a fist without warning. Why settle for anything less? There was no limit to how much damage we wanted to cause. Honestly, if Jacob and Silas were constantly open it would be the sweetest thing in the world. That's when I moved up a level to Silas's hole and tapped that too. God, I almost wore myself out!
Thank god I'd bought my friend Nate home with me.
I'll be honest, he's no great shakes in the length department. But girth? Fuck me! His cock is wider than it is deep! I was determined to feel Nat's fat shaft alongside mine. It was insanely awkward, but well worth the effort! What can I say? Big cock attracts big cock.
It ended up as a bit of a fuck-fest. Kyle came back to get in on the action, as did Raoul and Branden. We couldn't hold back from stretching and pummelling and shooting.
That sound when we pulled out? The slurp as we withdrew? The way the holes winked and tried to closeup? The beginning hint of pussy lips? We were doing good work.
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