Baumgartner Generations: Henry (7 page)

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?

Chapter
Three

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.

Henry’s dick
began to jerk to life again, even without any aid. Condoms were passed out once
more, and Marcus stood at the end of the shortened aisle of chairs holding a
Fleshlight in each hand like a bizarre double-fisted Statue of Liberty. For a
moment, Henry couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had just masturbated naked
in a room full of other guys—and was about to do it again.

But he
wanted to win.

Maybe it was
just the peer pressure. Or maybe it was Dean sitting across from him—again,
directly across from him! He’d even seen his roommate move his chair so it
would work out that way, like he
wanted
to be in direct competition.
Well fine. If that’s what he wanted, that’s what he was going to get, Henry
decided, wrapping his hand around the expanding length of his cock and
squeezing.

He gazed up
at the television screen for inspiration. Damn, but that redhead looked like
Libby. He wondered briefly if Dean had planned this, even down to the porn
choice—but how much influence could he have? He was a pledge, too, after all.
Had he known about this, though? Somehow Henry just had a feeling…

The first
two guys were condomed up and ready to go, although he didn’t know if they were
going to last very long. Neither had gotten a chance to fuck the sex toy in the
first round, because the guy they’d been paired up with had been disqualified. Marcus
handed each of them a Fleshlight and they all watched, the eight in chairs and
the crowd of guys surrounding them, as the two pledges poised their dicks right
at the entrance of each toy.

Just like
a pussy,
Henry thought again. The feeling had been so real, so different
from a hand or a mouth, it was staggering. It triggered something primal in his
brain, something deep and uncontrollable, seeing something so realistic, watching
a hard cock parting the flesh-like wetness, ready to enter. He knew it wasn’t
real, but oh, it looked and felt so real, he could almost believe it.

It seemed to
provoke something primitive in all of them as Marcus counted down the beginning
of the round with a “Mark, set, go!” and they were off. Not just the two
holding the toy, but all the guys, even the ones standing out of this round.
Many of them had their hands between their legs, pumping their cocks as they
watched, and even the older frat guys were rubbing at their clothed crotches.

Henry had
been right—the first two guys didn’t take long at all. He couldn’t see the guy
in his own row very well, but he could hear the Fleshlight’s natural suction
and see it flying up and down his cock. The first guy across from him, though,
an Asian guy with long dark hair that didn’t quite cover the way he was biting
his lip, his face twisted in pleasure as he rocked his hips up against the toy
in his hands.

The chant
was building again: “Come! Come! Come!” Both pledges did their best to comply,
but it was the Asian kid who made it there first, his hips thrusting up so far
into the air when he climaxed, his ass came right off the chair. The other guy,
probably prompted by the sound of his fraternity brother’s orgasm, erupted
immediately after him, but it was too late. Looking embarrassed but proud, the
Asian guy stood and pulled off his condom and held it up, his cock still
dripping cum down between his feet.

“Goddamn!” Marcus
slapped the pledge on the back. “We’ve got our first round-two winner!”

Which meant
Henry had two more of those to get through before it was his turn. His cock was
so hard in his fist he felt like he could have mined diamonds with it. He knew
his body well enough to know he could come twice pretty quickly. In fact, if he
had enough stimulation, he could come just minutes after the first. He’d just done
it early this morning, the light faint through the blinds, biting his lip to
keep quiet and not wake Dean as he imagined coming first all over the soft,
pale skin of Libby’s belly and then into her sweet, pouty mouth.

The problem
for Henry wasn’t whether or not he could get hard and come twice so quickly.
The problem was going to be holding back until he could get his hands on the
Fleshlight again. He didn’t, however, know if he could do it a third time. And
a fourth? Impossible.

Henry had
already put his condom on, hoping the tight end near the base might help him
hold back. The next two guys, he knew, would take longer, because they’d both
gotten off in round one.

“On your
mark…get set…go!”

Henry
watched his dorm mate, Bel, slide the Fleshlight slowly down, letting it
envelop his shaft.
Not gonna win that way,
he thought, but then it
occurred to him that Bel was likely a virgin and had probably never been inside
a woman before. No wonder he was savoring the sensation.

Bel had gone
off like a rocket the first time, but he was clearly determined not to go so
fast this round. He moved it slow and easy, eyes closed, taking it all the way
up so the silicone pussy lips rubbed the head of his cock and then sliding it
all the way back down again, grinding his hips, as if he could push in any
deeper.

Across from
him, the guy with the tribal tattoo on his forearm was pumping his fist, his
breath coming hard and fast.
That’s how I have to do it a second time, too,
Henry thought, watching the pistoning action out of the corner of his eye, too
fascinated by Bel’s restraint to stop watching him.

Bel’s mouth
was open, eyes closed, head back, his cock just gone, buried into the deep
recesses of the simulated pussy shoved against his pelvis, hips rocking, and
Henry tried to imagine how it must feel, all those lubricated ridges in there
nuzzling the sensitive head of his dick.

I have to
own that thing.

A low moan
started in Bel’s throat and, across from him, the tribal tattoo guy’s muscles
were tight, his eyes closed too, his body literally shaking with his impending
orgasm. They were close. They were both close—one fucking himself like a
rabbit, the other going at a turtle’s pace—and yet they were going to arrive at
the same destination any minute now.

“Come! Come!
Come!”

They were
coming, all around.

As the chant
began, Henry heard a loud groan behind him as another pledge lost it, jerking
his cock to a shuddering completion. Like firecrackers going off, it began to
happen across from him, cum running in rivers down their thighs or splashed
onto the backs of chairs. His cock throbbed. It ached. It begged to be touched.

“Oh! Oh!” It
was Bel—what was he doing? He slid out of the chair to kneel on the floor, both
hands on the Fleshlight as he shoved his hips up and forward, making low
grunting sounds with every movement. The crowd roared their approval but Bel
didn’t even hear them.

“Ahhhhhh!”
Tattoo guy was close. Really close. This was a hell of a tight race. Henry
would have laughed at his own pun if his cock hadn’t felt swollen to ten times
its normal size between his legs. He didn’t dare touch it now.

“Fuck that
little pussy,” Bel murmured, totally lost in whatever fantasy was playing in
his head. It would have been funny if it wasn’t so strangely arousing. Here he
was watching his dorm mate get himself off, his skinny arms straining with the
effort, the white expanse of his belly practically concave, and Henry’s own
cock was as hard as it had ever been. What was wrong with this picture?

“Oh god I’m
gonna come inside that hot… ahhhh… fucking… ahhhh…. hole… ohhhhHHH!”

Bel’s
gonna win,
Henry realized, glancing over at the tattoo guy, his face red,
his cock and balls, too, the wet suction sound of the toy loud and fast.
The
turtle’s gonna win the race!

“Fucking
pussy!” Bel cried, arching his back and thrusting deep. “Oh that fucking tight
cunt!” He growled like an animal, his whole body convulsing as he came, and Henry
couldn’t help but wonder what girl he might be imagining, just whose pussy he
was filling as he gritted his teeth and gave it everything he had.

More guys
were going off around them, jerking their dicks fast and furious. Henry
swallowed as, down his row, the tattoo guy finally got off, hips jerking,
twisting the sex toy around on his dick again and again as he shot his load
into it.
There’s something a real pussy can’t do
, Henry thought, as the
tattooed guy twisted the toy right off to reveal his thick cock, the condom on
it wet and filled with cum.

“Winner!”
The frat brother behind Bel announced. Bel had finally given up the toy,
reluctantly slipping it off the end of his cock and peeling down the condom.
Bel threw himself happily back into his chair, still panting, the guys all
cheering and pumping their fists—the ones not wrapped around their dicks,
anyway.

Well,
actually, they were pumping those, too…

“Next pair
up!” Marcus took the Fleshlights, stepping down the line.

Henry
glanced next to him at the guy with the frizzy red hair, the one that made him
think that if Carrot Top and Danny Bonaduce ever had a kid together, he would
be it. Cody was across from him, sitting next to Dean. Henry avoided his
roommate’s gaze, but he could see Dean had started already, fisting his cock
and jerking it as he watched the next two pledges each take a Fleshlight and
poise them above their condom-covered dicks.

By the time Marcus
said, “Go!” Cody was already moaning, his eyes wide at first when he slipped
into the wet recesses of the sex toy, and then closing in pure delight. He
hadn’t had the chance to fuck it yet and Henry stared, fascinated, as Cody
caught a quick rhythm, the low groan in his voice building to a growl. It was
hardly fair, considering Carrot Top had come once already, but it was over
almost before it began.

“Oh fuck! Oh
my fucking god! That’s too good!”

The whole
room laughed and brayed in agreement as Cody grunted and thrust deep,
shuddering as he came. The redheaded kid was jerking himself with the toy as
fast as he could, but it was no use. Cody’s condom was off already, his cock
wilting as he was declared the winner.

But the
redheaded kid wasn’t giving up. He was inside the thing now, and he wanted to
finish. Not that Henry could blame him.

“Come! Come!
Come!” The chant started again and behind him, Henry heard another groan as
someone else obeyed.

“Goddamn!”
Carrot Top turned his head toward the television screen for incentive. The
blonde was sitting on the guy’s face, rubbing her pussy all over his tongue,
while the redhead sat up on his dick, riding him. The camera moved in for a
close-up on the blonde’s shaved pussy and Henry couldn’t help but make the
comparison between toy and cunt. Pink and wet and open and waiting...

Fuck.

Henry had to
turn his head when the camera moved in on the other girl, the redhead who resembled
Libby. Her pussy was stretched with the guy’s cock, her fingers down there
rubbing her little clit, nipples hard, the skin around them puckered. He could
barely stand to listen to her soft cries of pleasure over the roomful of
whistles and shouts, guys urging Carrot Top on.

“Yeah!”
Carrot Top stood, facing the television, blocking Henry’s view, and he was
glad. He could barely catch his breath as it was, his own cock pulsing in time
with his rapid heartbeat. “Take that, bitch! Take that up your hot little
snatch!”

Henry gulped
as everyone around him exploded in approval. This was getting really out of
hand.
Henry, quit with the puns,
he told himself, closing his eyes and
trying to breathe normally. It wasn’t easy.

“Last two!”

Henry barely
heard him, but he took the Fleshlight, eyes still closed. He knew Dean was
getting ready right across the aisle, but he didn’t focus there. He did it all
by feel, sliding his fingers through the toy’s little slit, finding the hole.
Oh, yes. Those wet open lips, that tight sleeve. That’s just where his cock
wanted to go.

“Ready.”
Yeah.
Fuck yeah.

“Set.”
Right
there
.
Oh that sweet pussy is mine. All mine.

“Go!”

It was
seconds, just seconds. Maybe thirty, even with the slight loss of sensation
because of the condom. He pumped his fist fiercely, his cock swollen to
bursting, and silently mouthed her name. And then he was coming, not inside of
her, not on her, not with her, but for her, everything for her, his toes
curling, pelvis thrust up like an offering.

“Winner!”

His ears
were ringing too much for him to really hear, but he tied his condom up with
shaking hands and tossed it into the trashcan making its way down the line. He
didn’t see Dean glaring at him until they got up to rearrange the chairs again.
He didn’t look happy. In fact, he seemed really pissed off.

But when
Dean noticed Henry looking, he saluted. Henry shrugged back.