Selena Kitt - Baumgartner Generations - Henry

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!”

Arizona! Ari-fucking-zona! That was it! Henry tore open his condom, rolling it down over the mushroom head of his dick, shivering at the sensation. Across from him, Dean was doing the same thing, sheathing his cock and positioning the toy just above it.

I can do this, Henry told himself, seeing the toy for the first time up close. Its resemblance to a real pussy was remarkable. It even had a tiny clit!

“On your mark…” Marcus was already starting them off and Henry was practically finished. He gazed over at Dean and saw that expression, that “I’m going to wipe the floor with you” look on his face. His roommate was ultra-competitive. Henry steeled himself, slowly rubbing the toy’s slit back and forth over the head of his dick. Thank god for the condom or that alone would have done it. He didn’t need any of the KY. The thing was plenty slick already.

“Get set…” The excitement in the room was palpable. Some of the guys who had gone once were clearly ready to go again. How long had it been? He’d lost track of time, of space, of anything. He was pure sensation, pure animal drive and instinct. If it had been a real woman in front of him and not a sex toy, he would have grabbed her and fucked her senseless.

“Go!”

Henry gasped when he slid the sleeve down, his cock aiming like an arrow, burying itself deep. Just like a pussy — oh god, the memory, the sensation, it enveloped him completely.

Around him the voices started chanting. It had changed from “go go go!” to “come come come!” and he was seconds, milliseconds, from that point.

Libby, he thought, turning his head and seeing that the lesbians were still thankfully at it on the DVD, moaning and sucking at each other’s clits, but a man had joined them now, and he was fucking the redhead, giving it to her from behind so hard she cried out with every thrust.

Oh god, Libby. He wished it was her, her pussy, her little clit rubbing against his pubic bone, grinding into him-the sensation was just perfect if he closed his eyes. He was fucking her, letting her ride his cock, her hair falling around him like a fiery curtain, and he was going to come.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!” He heard Dean, the catch in his throat, and he knew the sound already, had heard it in the middle of the night, the shuttling of Dean’s hand up and down his shaft, trying to be quiet while he jerked off, but that catch in his breath meant he was close. Very close. He was going to come, too.

Henry groaned, closed his eyes and grabbed the toy in both hands, thrusting up and fucking Libby’s sweet little cunt. He was going to come up inside of her, fill her wet pussy with every bit of his cum, but it wasn’t his fantasy image of her breasts bouncing or her sweet wet cunt that did it for him-it was her navel, the soft dip of her belly button, the memory of that swath of skin exposed when she stretched.

“Now!” Henry announced, slamming the toy down against his crotch, feeling the first blast of his cum filling the end of the condom in a hot, wet flood. The crowd howled in satisfaction, but across from him, Dean was groaning and thrusting, coming-damnit, he was coming, too! Henry hadn’t had nearly long enough with this toy, and now that he’d experienced it, he didn’t just want more of it, he wanted to own it.

Mine. It was a primal thought, and he did the opposite of what was instinctive. Instead of thrusting, thrusting, thrusting-emptying himself into the wet sleeve wrapped around his cock-he withdrew, still coming, his cock smacking wetly against the chair, the condom still filling with the aftermath of his orgasm. If he hadn’t done that, Dean would have won for sure.

He tossed the toy onto the chair beside him, grabbed the end of the condom, slipped a finger under an edge to break the suction, and pulled.

“Winner!” He heard it, they all did, two words spoken at the exact same time, the frat guy standing behind Dean and the guy behind Henry.

“We have a tie!” Marcus announced.

Henry panted, the world still swimming, his ears ringing as he tied the condom and tossed it into the garbage pail being passed to him. Then he reached over and handed the Fleshlight to Cody, who wasn’t even going to get a chance to use it in this round because the guy across from him had already disqualified himself. So many guys had gotten off without even getting a chance to try out the sex toy that there were only eight of them in the second round instead of sixteen.

Henry took a long swig from the water bottle offered to him by one of the older frat guys, feeling like Rocky between rounds. He got up as they rearranged the chairs down to eight-just four guys on each side. The rest of the pledges and frat guys surrounded them in a semi-circle, though they all left a clear view to the porn. Now the question was…could any of them get it up again?

They say men hit their sexual peak at eighteen, Henry thought, watching his fellow pledges, seeing their dicks slowly getting hard again, while at the same time trying to seem as if he wasn’t paying attention. I hope I haven’t hit mine yet.

Someone had turned up the sound on the television and the two women were on their knees in front of the guy now, giving him a hell of a blowjob. The blonde’s mouth was lipstick-red, but the redhead’s was pink and open, soft and natural, her tongue licking at the cock on the screen like she was trying to catch all the drips on a melting ice cream cone.