Selena Kitt - Baumgartner Generations - Henry

“Ohhhhh,” the guy on-screen moaned. “It feels just like the real thing!”

Henry’s dick jumped to life again as he watched the guy decide to compare his new toy with the real thing, putting the brunette on the bed and the Fleshlight just above her pussy. Now it was like he had two cunts to fuck, one real, one synthetic. Henry stared, fascinated, watching the flesh part, wondering what it would feel like, as the brunette fingered first her own pussy and then the fake one.

A collective gasp went up when the guy stuck his cock into the brunette, beginning to fuck her. Then he switched, sliding his dick into the sex toy, fucking it just as hard.

Back and forth it went. The whole room gave a sound of disappointment when Marcus turned off the DVD.

“Get the idea?”

They all got it. There were thirty-two cocks straight up and at-attention in the room. And those, Henry figured, were just the ones they could see. The older frat brothers, standing behind their chairs, were sure to be hard, too. He was just glad this wasn’t going to be some sort of homoerotic test. Not that there was anything wrong with being gay. He just wasn’t, that’s all.

“You two first.” Marcus gestured to the guys in chairs closest to the television. The DVD was being changed again, back to the lesbians. On the screen, the redhead was on the bed, her pussy spread for the blonde’s eager tongue. And Henry thought his cock couldn’t get any harder. Great. At this rate, he’d last about two seconds in that pussy-sleeve before it was all humiliatingly over. But according to the way this game worked, wouldn’t that make him the winner?

Well, at least he understood the condoms now.

The first pair up-so to speak, Henry thought, concealing a smile-was Uri the Russian and Bel. Henry watched his geeky dorm mate struggle to open the condom, tearing it with his teeth, using trembling hands in an attempt to roll it on. Uri was in Henry’s row so it was harder to see him, but he looked down the line to find the Russian already had his condom in place, the KY open and dripping down onto his fat dick. He was more than ready to go.

“The first one to come wins,” Marcus explained. “The brother behind you will be the one to make the call. The first guy to pull his cock out and show us the used condom wins that round.”

“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.