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Freshman Jock Roommate's Fleshlight

Chapter 4: Morning Sex

I woke up sore. My body had been turned around in strange places for extended periods, with fingers in my ass. New muscles around my hips got sore that I didn't even realize I had used. Having "sex" for the first time really takes it out of you, I guess, and I did not want to move. I lay on the bottom bunk, which I had somehow ended up on, with Jeff's arm heavy across my chest. My jaw ached too. And there was a low, warm and scratchy soreness deeper in my throat.

The fleshlight was out on his desk, not in the sock under the bed. It sat in the gray morning light with the lid off, dried cum and lube streaked out from both sides of it, the whole thing on display for anyone who walked in. It had gone from a shameful secret to just a piece of furniture.

"You're up," Jeff said into the back of my neck, his voice sort of wrecked with sleep.

"Barely."

He shifted and his morning wood pressed against the back of my thigh, and he left it there and didn't do anything about it. 

"Dining hall does the, uh," he rubbed his eyes, trying to think. "...the breakfast burritos, on Thursdays. If we go now we can beat the rush."

"I can't walk."

He laughed, and it moved through his whole chest into my back, inadvertently rubbing his body up and down against me, his hard dick moving upward toward my ass. "I still owe you one, the uh... other thing."

I thought about that thing. Letting him fuck me. He seemed to love it when I did it to him. It made me think that a guy really could feel as good as a girl did while getting fucked.

"Maybe we should invite the guys next door," I said, leaving my eyes closed, knowing the idea would jostle him a bit.

"Don't."

I smiled. "Danny texted the group chat. He wants to use your fleshlight." 

He reached over me for his phone off the shelf, his body pressing me down into the mattress while he did it, which I enjoyed.

"Yup," he said as he scanned the last few messages. "Bunch of gooners."

"Uh huh."

He tossed the phone back onto the shelf and settled his weight back onto me, and I could feel his teeth on my skin as he pushed his face against my shoulder.

"Roll over," he said.

I rolled over immediately onto my back, watching him reach for my legs and lift them, as weird as it felt. It took me a second to internalize what the disconnect was. I enjoyed rolling over when he asked me to, but I had to think really hard to understand what was strange about it. I had another instinct in the moment, which was completely ignore. I also wanted to tell him to fuck off. I had been resistant to his slow temptations toward pleasure-seeking for weeks since we had moved in, but now I was almost submissive to him in a way. I was hoping this was just a mood-dependent phenomenon, and that I wouldn't be giving him my ass every time he asked from now on. But the truth was, it all depended on what happened next.

He got up on his knees between my legs, no tickling this time. And I gave no pretend resistance either as he rubbed under my thighs, inspecting my ass. I had no hair there, just a pink hole for him to work with, compared to his natural scruffiness that reminded me he was a man when I played with his butt. 

We moved kind of slowly. It was still a quiet morning, with no high energy of the day yet. He knew what I wanted, and he wanted it too. As long as my ass could take it, which was a big if, I was going to let it happen. He looked at me for a second in the light, the big jock, lacrosse recruit with some of the juicy mess of last night still dried on his hip, smelling like a man, and then he reached over to the desk and grabbed the fleshlight off of it.

"This is for you," he said.

He pressed a finger against me and I flinched, same as he had the first time I'd touched him down there, and he stopped and waited and then went slow. He worked me open one knuckle at a time, and his other hand rubbed my thigh, and I stared up at the underside of the top bunk where I used to pretend I was asleep.

"Breathe out when I go in harder," he said. "You taught me that, remember."

"I didn't teach you anything."

"You kinda did." He spit down to where his finger met my ass, and added a second one. My whole lower half loosened around him, my hips tipping up into his hand. I made a girlish sound and turned red, partially just from the shame of hearing myself do that.

"There it is," he murmured quietly, with a deeper voice than normal, less boyish.

When he lined up his dick to me, I got nervous all over again, and my hands came up to his hips out of instinct, the same grip I'd taken the first night when he was using the toy on me. But this time, my legs were up and he was pushing his dick against my ass, preparing to get inside me. 

He pressed harder and I felt it pop in, burning immediately as it stretched me open. I almost asked him to stop, but he was going slowly enough, and didn't push. Suddenly, it didn't burn anymore, and all I wanted was to feel it go in a little further. He watched my face as he fed it into me slowly, in short careful bursts of male energy that made my jaw drop a little as I stared at his body muscles tightening. He leaned forward and looked at my face closely as he kept pushing in.

"This feels so good," he said quietly, his mouth close to mine.

"You're so big," I got out. As usual, I meant to make a complaint, and he heard a compliment. He grinned at me.

He kept going. And when he was all the way in he stopped and let me hold there. I felt so weirdly full. I was getting used to the slow build of tension inside me. I tensed my muscles, sort of practicing what it was like to manage a big banana inside my body, moving my organs around. 

"That feels good," he said, "You're milking my cock from the inside."

I felt his breath on me when he said that, and there was something so erotic about it, I leaned up to close the gap between us and kissed him, moving my body to make his dick rock in and out of me while he grunted gently and stuck his tongue into my mouth in response. 

Feeling my body being stuffed in a new way was a trip. I never even stuck a finger up there before, except maybe once or twice in the shower, but that didn't feel like this. It was different when I was absorbing the energy from someone else. Completely different. I reached down and grabbed his bubbly muscle butt and pulled him back inside me.

My dick was surprisingly hard against my stomach, leaking a little just from the pressure of him as he started to fuck me properly. It was a little too much, and I wondered if that would ever go away, but I wanted to continue anyway. I knew he was going to cum quickly as always, so I could stick with this and see where it went.

Just when I thought this was going to be more about him feeling the pleasure. He reached past my head and grabbed the fleshlight off the nightstand behind me. I felt a thrill just seeing it again. He slid it over me while he stayed buried to the hilt, his dick completely disappeared behind my balls. He stayed inside me as the toy swallowed my dick, both things happening at once, and I understood why he'd made that face the night before.

"Oh, damn," I said.

"Yeah." His voice cracked. "Both. It's the both that makes it work."

"Damn," I said again, like my brain had forgotten all the more intense swear words. I was on another level. 

He started to move, and every time he pushed into me it drove my dick up into the sleeve of our special toy. I was getting fucked and stroked off in the same stroke, and I couldn't do anything but hold his hips and take it, gyrating and tensing both inside and out. 

He got a rhythm going as his abs tightened. Even if he was a virgin too, he was more built for this, being the one in control, and his breath got ragged as he started to grunt and push harder. The bed frame started up its familiar screeching, and I heard my phone and his both start to buzz in sync. We looked at each other, not even smiling, just intensely staring as we both noted internally that the other guys in the hall were talking about us. We were audible through the walls, and that somehow drove us harder.

"I can't believe you're fucking me," I said. 

"With an ass like yours," he said, "I'm surprised it took me this long."

Even in the high of the moment, it hit me that it was the first time he ever mentioned my body. 

"You like my ass," I said, not as a question.

"Inside and out," he said. 

"You're gay for my ass," I said. 

"Perfect cheeks of a goddess." He was breathing hard now.

"You're gonna make me cum," I said. "I'm not gonna last."

"Me neither, bro, I never do." He laughed, breathless, and drove in harder. "You feel so insanely good on my cock."

"Your monster cock."

I started pulsing into the toy before the orgasm even hit its peak. I squirted into the toy and the second or third string sprayed out the end toward my chest. I think it was the biggest load of my life up to that point. He was still moving in me, my back coming up off the mattress as I tensed and arched, my grip locking on his hips hard enough to leave marks. My rapid clenching and pulsing in my ass finished him quickly, and I felt him pulse, replacing the debt he owed me from the seed I had planted in him the night before. He groaned, surprisingly softly, and dropped his forehead down onto my chest, staying there as my heart beat hard against my chest, and against his temple, matching the pulsing of his cock inside me. 

He listened to my heartbeat as he finished his orgasm, and mine almost felt like it never ended, just slowly softened until I wasn't even sure if it was still happening, my ass and my dick and my balls all sharing in some intense wave of pleasure that even reached up inside me toward my stomach, somehow.

We lay tangled up like that for a while, both of us breathing hard, the toy fallen over on my stomach full of my own mess.

"We are washing these sheets," I said finally, into the top of his head. "I mean it this time."

He wheezed his familiar hiccup-style laugh into my sternum. "It's my bed. I'll sleep in it."

"That's disgusting."

"Whatever I still got you in here."

I didn't have a response to that, as weird and loaded as the defense was. He rolled off me and lay on his back with his arm over his eyes, and I peeled the fleshlight off and set it on the floor, and it made a small plastic sound, its purpose completed for now.

Our phones buzzed at almost the same time on the shelf, then buzzed again, three times fast, the group-chat pattern. He reached up and thumbed his phone awake and held it above his face and his eyebrows went up.

"What," I said.

He turned the screen so I could see it, both of us squinting up at it on our backs. Danny wanted to know, real talk, who wanted to actually try the fleshlight, all of us, that night, for scientific purposes, since it sounded like we were "having too much fun with it". Tk reported that the wall had been moving again and that the two of us were "unwell". Then Marcus, at the bottom: circle up boys. And the inevitable no homo, obviously, from three guys in a row.

Jeff turned his head on the pillow and looked at me, and I looked at him, and neither of us said anything for a second. My heart was racing again.

"So," he said.

"Let's just let them see it," I said. "All of them have at least fucked girls too. We can get a real comparison."

"I think it just sounds fun. Not for that reason," he said.

"Me too."

He turned back to his phone, and started typing it out, while I sat there wondering what the fuck was going to happen next.