Gooner Squad Getting Sex Lessons From My Friend's Older Brother 03: Practice Time (Patreon)

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Chapter 3: Practice Time

Andrew came back across the carpet holding the fleshlight by the base and sat down on the edge of Colin's bed with his knees apart, his dick emanating heat and an aroma I could smell from where I knelt. The four of us stayed where we were, kneeling in a loose square with our shorts still bunched around our thighs. Wet mouths, wet dicks, and two dark patches on the rug by my shin that were mine.

He was still hard and still shining from the four hungry mouths.

"It's like a drill. You stick it in and try to keep moving without finishing."

"Does it feel like the real thing?" Danny said.

"Closest thing besides the real thing. That's the point."

Colin sat back on his heels rubbing at the dried patch of my load on his own chest with his thumb, working it in circles under his collarbone. Nobody said anything about it.

Andrew held the sleeve out sideways at Colin.

"You know how it works."

Colin took it without a word. He stayed on his heels and got both hands on the case, aligned his dick and pushed up into it, and the room went silent, four of us watching my friend since sixth grade fuck a piece of plastic while his familial counterpart looked on. 

Colin's stomach hollowed out every time he pushed in, his lean body tensing. Andrew was sitting right there on the edge of the bed with his dick standing straight up out of his lap, close enough to grab.

So I grabbed it. 

I wrapped my fist around the middle of the shaft and stroked it slowly while I watched Colin work, and Andrew's only reaction was to spread his knees wider and lean back on his hands. He thickened even more in my grip, and my own dick jumped.

Colin lasted no time at all before he pulled off with his thighs shaking and shoved it sideways at Danny.

"Nope," Colin said. "Nope. I can't last. Too good."

"That's the drill," Andrew said, and I swear I felt his voice in my arm through his body.

Danny took it, bracing his free hand on his thigh, and pushed in, and that's when the ironic commentary started up.

"Is it tighter than Ty?" Colin said.

"Everything's tighter than Ty."

"My mouth is a professional instrument," Ty said.

"It's got ridges in it," Danny said, out of breath, still moving. "You don't have ridges."

He stroked himself once while watching him. "Look who's talking."

Danny stopped moving and held it still and breathed for a second with his head down. Then he looked over at me. "Okay. It's not as good as him."

"Him who," Ty said.

Danny nodded at me, and I looked at the carpet, and every single one of them lost it.

Then it came to me. I opened my hand and Andrew's dick bobbed back up against his stomach, and I kneeled up to take my turn on the stamina practicing toy. Before I got a grip on the case, Andrew leaned forward off the bed and took it from Danny himself. He held it out in front of my hips, angled down, his big hand wrapped around the whole case.

"I'll hold it," he said. "You just fuck it."

He lined the opening up and pushed it down over me, basically putting my dick in for me, and it was hot on the inside from the two of them and wetter than it started out. I understood right then what he meant by a training use case, because I had to stop almost immediately, my hands grabbing onto Andrew's forearm, staring down at the rug, noting all the hard dicks in my peripheral vision.

Colin wasn't laughing with the other two anymore. He was up on his knees, quiet, eyes moving between Andrew's hand on the case and my face.

"He's dying," Ty said.

"Shut up."

"Look at his face."

I passed it off before I embarrassed myself and Ty took it with an expression of confidence. He got up on his knees, squared his shoulders, took a breath through his nose like he was about to demonstrate to us how it's done.

"Watch me," he said.

He went in. His whole back seized up a few seconds later and his hips came off his heels.

"He's cumming," Danny said, predicting it just before it happened, pointing at him.

"HE'S CUMMING," Colin yelled.

"Woops," Ty said, all confidence leaving his body as he finished into it with his mouth open, his free hand grabbing at the carpet. I saw the base of his dick pulse several times inside the tube before he slowly removed it, holding it horizontal to prevent any leaking. He held the cylinder out at arm's length, and all four of us laughed. Danny fell over sideways. Andrew laughed once through his nose from the bed and didn't move.

Colin took it back off Ty and turned it over and looked into the open end. There was cum visible at the rim.

"Bro. This is nasty now."

"It's just more lube," Andrew said, and took it out of his hand.

He stood up at the foot of the bed and worked himself into it, and it barely fit. The case tightened out visibly around him, the rubber lip turning pale as it stretched, and he had to push down with the heel of his hand to force it past the head. He made a low noise doing it. I was sitting on my heels a couple feet away, watching closely.

Then Colin got up off his knees, and put a flat hand on Andrew's chest and walked him backward two steps until the backs of Andrew's knees hit the mattress, which none of us saw coming. Andrew looked down at him and smirked, and sat, and then lay back on the comforter with his head near the wall and one hand keeping the sleeve on himself.

Colin climbed up and straddled him facing down at him, a knee planted on either side of his hips, his shorts gone. He pushed the head of his own dick into the same open end as Andrew's daring the silicone not to tear in half inside the hard plastic tube. There wasn't room. He had to get a thumb in and stretch the rubber lip out to even get an angle inward. He leaned forward over Andrew's stomach with one hand planted on his chest to get himself pointing correctly.

The rest of us looked at each other, like is this really happening?

Then it went, and the two of them were pressed shaft to shaft inside the same piece of plastic, and Andrew's hand came up around the case and started working it over both of them slowly, with Colin riding the motion from above. His little butt tensed over his bigger lookalike's body as their balls rubbed together. 

Nobody in that room made a sound. We just watched them gyrate together, listening to their heavy breaths and the squishing of their dicks.

"That's brotherly," Ty said, and nobody laughed.

I was still on my knees on the carpet looking up at it from a couple feet away when Danny's hand closed on my ass.

Not a grab for balance. I hadn't seen him leave his spot by the radiator at all, and now his palm was flat on one cheek, and then his fingers dragged down between them.

"We could use something else as practice," he said, close enough to my ear that I felt his breath on me when he said it.

I didn't say anything, and I didn't move away from his hand either.

He put pressure on my shoulder blade and Ty watched as I went forward onto my hands. Danny pushed my knees apart with his own, and I was on all fours on Colin's oatmeal-hued carpet facing the foot of the bed as Danny carefully removed my shorts, having me lift one knee at a time before he tossed them to the side. I saw where the stick of deodorant ended up, on the floor near where my hands were planted.

Danny shifted around behind me and I heard him spit and felt it hit warm right on the opening of my ass. He worked it around with two fingers while I stayed still, partly in shock, and he wasn't gentle about it or even careful. No one else in the room reacted as he just did it. 

A second later there was blunt pressure, and I held still. His dick was still lubed from the toy, and I felt my body give. A burn shot up me that made me put my forehead down on my forearms, breathing into the carpet. I can't even explain what was going through my mind. It was mixed up with the pressure and intensity of the situation.

He held still once he was all the way in, and I could hear him swallowing.

Above me, on the mattress, I sensed Andrew and Colin shift. They were still stacked on top of each other in their taboo intersection inside the fleshlight as they looked down at us.

"That's one way to do it," Andrew said casually.

Danny started moving.

I lifted my head, and from where I was on the floor I was looking straight up at the two on the bed, Colin's back and butt tensing, Andrew's fist sliding the case over their shafts. Every time Danny shoved forward my elbows slid a little on the carpet and I had to walk my hands back.

In about two minutes, his fingers dug into my hips hard enough that I felt each separate digit gripping me, and his forehead dropped between my shoulder blades, and he finished in me with three or four short shoves and a short, escalated noise of urgency out of his throat. He pulled out a moment later and sat back on his heels behind me.

I stayed exactly where I was. Hands and knees, head down, not moving.

"Woah," Ty said, looking at me from behind. "I can see inside him. It's all pink."

In my head I thought, don't stop at one. I wanted more, and I wanted it right then, and I didn't say a single word out loud. I just held the position.

Ty moved in behind me without having to ask. I heard him stroking himself with his hand, adding spit before he rubbed the head of it against me, hardening back to full mast, and then he pushed in and it slid easier this time, but still burned.

As soon as he bottomed out, he announced, "I'm cumming."

"Woah," Danny said, watching from the side, still close enough to touch.

"This is insane," Ty breathed as he started pulsing inside me. "Colin. Colin, are you watching this."

Colin was busy humping into the toy, shaft to shaft with his more muscular lookalike as Ty pulled himself out, milking the last drops onto my butt cheek and wiping his dick off with my thigh.

A second later, Colin looked down at my gaping hole and I heard him quietly gasp. He came off Andrew, pulling himself back out of the sleeve and climbing down off the bed with his knees stiff from straddling, leaving Andrew lying there with the thing hanging half off him. 

He got down on the carpet behind me and Ty shuffled sideways out of his way on his knees, and Colin's hands settled on my hips where Danny's fingers had already left their imprints. He pushed in with almost no resistance, using what the other two had already left in me, and it squelched audibly when he did, wet and loud in that otherwise quiet room. His hips slapped against my ass in a fast, uneven rhythm, sloppy and short, his breath coming out in little huffs above me. I looked up at the bed while he did it and saw Andrew watching us with the sleeve still hanging off him.

Colin's hips stuttered and locked against me, and I felt him swell before he finished, pumping into me with a grunt he tried to swallow. I twisted my head around to look back at him, and around the base of his dick, where he was buried in me, the three loads had churned into white froth.

His hands sat on my waist. Those were the same hands that had been on my dick under a blanket earlier, and I thought about that with my face in the rug.

Then he sat back and nobody was touching me at all.

I stayed on all fours for a second with the carpet fibers printed into my palms and three loads in me, and then I sat back on my heels, feeling some juice leak out of me, and my legs didn't fully cooperate.

"So," Ty said. "The drill."

It didn't get a laugh. Ty wiped his hands on his own shorts on the floor near him. Danny lay flat on his back on the carpet by the radiator with an arm over his face. Colin looked at me, and then looked away, and then looked at me again.

And then all four of us were looking at Andrew. He swung his legs off the mattress and sat up on the edge of the bed above us with the used sleeve still hanging off him, taking his time.

He peeled the sleeve off himself and dropped it on the carpet, where it hit with a wet slap, and he was fully hard, bigger than Danny or Ty or his own brother had been, red and shining and wet from the friction with Colin. He stepped over Danny's legs. He got one hand under my arm and one under my thigh and lifted me straight up onto Colin's bed like I weighed nothing at all. I stared at his face, weirdly thrilled, a little scared as he put me on my back on the comforter the four of us had been under that morning, and pushed my knees up toward my chest with one forearm. His palm stayed flat on the back of my thigh, holding me open.

Colin stood right next to the bed watching him do it.

I could see the shelf above me, the one that had shaken, empty now where the deodorant used to sit.

Andrew lined the head up against me, at my wet, sloppy, battered hole, and looked down at my face from above me.

"It's just more lube," he said.