Baumgartner Generations: Henry (6 page)

“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.

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.