Is it weird my roommates and I share the same Fleshlight? Chapter 1
The title says it all! Big cocks, serious use and hardcore fucking. Average reading time for this chapter 10 minutes.
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I can't say exactly who came up with the idea. Did it happen spontaneously or was it carefully put together? All I know is that the four of us have three things in common: big dicks, even bigger hands and seriously extreme hormones. We need sex, all the time. To use our god-given gifts to the max. Honestly, we'd be failing the universe if we didn't. Not a moment goes by when we're not horny, when we're not thinking about fucking, fellatio or fisting. With dicks this big you can't help but be permanently aware of them.
I guess that's what drew us together. It was our freshman year and we'd started to notice the same faces across and outside campus. In classes, study halls, libraries, the gym, bars and clubs. Except we weren't remembering faces, we were recognising cocks.
That big bulge, that long shaft, the damage it can do. What started as an occasional nod of bulge size recognition in a corridor packed with other students became more significant. Longer stares across the gym floor and then mischievous acceptance in the locker room. Yup, I've got one too...
That's when we started seeing each other at the same gay bars and hook-up joints. Often we'd be competing for the same bottoms, or tapping a hole that had been freshly opened by one of us. Sloppy seconds for sure but we recognised the four of us were fucking good at sex! I truly mean it. A hole that had been stretched by one of us was a delight for whoever came next. You didn't have to worry about clutch or pushing back. You could just plough. To be honest, lube wouldn't be a problem either - they'd be so much cum sloshing back that easy entry was always guaranteed.
It got so good we actually started following each other around, waiting to see who would make the first conquest and then form a line behind. God, boys that took our dicks fucking knew it! They were left corrupted and forever changed by the experience. Some with a permanent hunger for big dick, some with a forever fear of repeating the experience. Of course, we were changed by the experience too. We wanted more.
Our nods of recognition slowly became detailed conversations as we prowled the same spaces. Hesitant at first - we're men after all - but you can't pursue the same fuck targets for long without getting to know each other. It started out as commenting on the state of the pussy. He's a sloppy ride but fits like a glove' or this one is fucking tight and needs more work, want to help breaking him in?' Soon that graduated into complimenting each other. Man, I love that jack-hammer motion you've got going, you really lay it in' and fuck, once you've body-slammed a cunt I know I'm going to enjoy a really loose hole, keep going!'
Then came the comparisons and questions. The kind of talk you only make when you know someone really well. You're 12 as well? Do those veins on your shaft change your fuck-style?' and how do you manage with balls that big? I thought mine were large, but surely yours must hurt when they swing like that?!'
It was a glorious time. Of getting to know one another and fucking across the campus. There was only one problem. We burnt that city right out of fresh pussy.
I'm going to be honest, having a big dick is not all it's cracked up to be. Packing it into your jeans every day is trouble enough, but finding holes big enough to accommodate our size is a constant challenge. Most bottoms run away on sight. Too afraid, they know they can't take it. There's that old big-dicked' porn adage of roles. Are you bottom or top? Oh, I'm so hung I always end up bottoming'. Men fear dick that threatens to stretch them out and truly test their capabilities.
Seriously, who believes that shit?!
There are gays at the opposite end of the spectrum who relish the challenge. It's just annoying that they're few and far between. Or they're embittered queens with all the fuck taken out. We wanted a tight young sphincter to match a tight young body. Someone whose hole could be fucked into open submission but would snapback and be ready for the next attack. Someone who could take hundreds of hard fucks, each as painful as the first, before their elastic ring would be stretched wide and wasted.
That's how Brandon, Kyle, Raoul and myself teamed up to share the same fleshlight. The same hole, the same cum-depository, the same bitch to be used.
As we prepped for our Sophomore year we united in agreement on sharing a house together. We had become friends and enjoyed each other's company. Yes, we studied very different courses but we all shared a higher purpose in life: fuck. That meant we needed to find a large house with a capacious and secure basement. It had to be big as we knew we had a lot of gear to install down there. Sight and sound proof too so no-one could see or hear our work.
I'll be honest, it was good fun planning it all out. We took the best of the dark rooms, glory holes and set-ups we'd enjoyed already and made them better. Plus space for our fleshlight to bunker down and comfortably live - we weren't animals.
Ah yes, our fleshlight. This was the most crucial part and the four of us were on a level. Similarly equipped and bored of looking. We wanted a live-in hole who could always - continuously - take it. Not some silicone sleeve but a real-breathing hole. When you're this hung, this horny, you don't want to search, seek or discover. You want available pussy no matter what time of day or night. Hole that would easily take another foot of cock even after running a twelve strong fuck-train.
We agreed this would be a serious project and we started by debating whether we should take a pre-conditioned hole? After all, pre-used meant they should better accept whatever we dished out. After all, our goals were extreme. We all knew the impact our big cocks had on a tight hole, especially with repeated use. However, that wasn't enough for us. The sight of so many formally puckered asses gave us an appetite to do even more damage. Damage that could only be achieved through the judicious use of other body parts. Could you imagine what havoc we could create with our fists? Christ, no hole would ever recover from our big hands.
That's when the debate got heated. Not because we didn't agree on our goals but because we were unsure of how to get there.
That's when I said we were all new to the heart of fisting so why not install a Fleshlight who was new to it too? That way we could share the journey together. Not just throats and holes but pussies and cunts. We wanted to unload at will but also mold, shape and be serviced. Our dicks, our loads, our hands.
We knew each other's fucking styles by now and we immediately pictured the kind of boy we'd like to fuck up the most. Fresh-faced, innocent. Someone who had that look of `how the hell did I end up here?' A boy who would protest but deep down begged to be corrupted. Who would both hate and love every moment of the experience.
We agreed that body shape and size didn't matter, attitude was more a priority. They could be skinny or stocky, we didn't care. They just had to have the right potential for continuous use.
Let me pause for a moment as I discuss our collective junk. I'm not going to shy away from saying the four of us are magnificently, staggeringly hung. Two of us have even been asked to be dildo models for Mr Hankey.
Bottoms want our veined shafts and bulbous helmets to challenge their cunts. None of us are below 10" long and the smallest is 2.5" across. God he gets teased for that! (He more than makes up for it with his shaft veins. I've got 3" of girth but I'm totally smooth. He's fucking gnarly though.)
How about our hands? I think it's a fallacy that hand size corresponds to dick size, but I'll be honest, we were big up there too. Fists the size of dinner plates. We knew they'd be a challenge for any cunt to take, even if we were training them from the ground up.
It did still mean we'd have to find the right bottom though. On-demand pussy is hard to find.
We went on the scout. It was a complicated balance. We knew we couldn't kidnap someone and they'd have to still attend classes and return coursework. Sure, they might begin by being hesitant and unforgiving on themselves but we wanted them to enjoy what we were going to do to them. You don't come to university intending to be a Fleshlight that's shared out by four super-hung tops, but this could definitely become an invaluable life skill.
In the end, the shortlist came down to two very different men.
There was Jacob. Mid-western farm boy with the body to match. He had homophobic parents and wanted to break out of his shell. That gave him a hunger for dick we really loved. His easy smile won us over every time he'd looked at us in the showers. Honestly, his skin was pristine and flawless. We had no doubt we would enjoy transforming his hole - so magnificently framed by home-grown muscle - to full-on sex-crazed depravity.
But then there was Silas. He was so black as to be purple. He had a very different energy, like he was angry with the world and wanted to watch it burn. Maybe he needed looking after? He was Brooklyn born, inked to match and super lean. We all had our own different body shapes but we fully respected his. His veins literally popped over his muscles. Not big, but taut. He looked like a coiled spring and his grins at the size of our dicks were lascivious. We knew he wanted it.
The farm boy or the street kid? Who had the best potential? How could they be fully developed to meet our insatiable needs? Both fuck boys were obviously eager for it (although they might require some persuasion) but who was right for us? Then came the obvious solution: why not get both? We had the space in the basement for two beds, two subs. The energy in the room immediately changed. We are always heavy with the smell of jock funk and testosterone but now it was turbo-charged with possibility.
Seamlessly, plans came together.
Brandon and Raoul would hunt out and take down the farm boy, Kyle and I would take the street kid. Our energies matched.
It was fun how differently we tackled each boy even though we had the same aim. To ensnare and imprison (obviously done in the most consensual and loving way possible). We knew these guys were gay - all the signs were there - but we had no idea of their ability to take big dicks. Or their desire. However, frankly that didn't matter. We would fix that soon enough.
Kyle and I won over our black stud as he was leaving a bar in the rough end of town. We'd caught his eye all night but had also ensured we'd stayed just slightly out of sight. We know how to dress to catch attention - muscle tanks and obscenely tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination - and our pricks could of owned any man in the bar. We had eyes on one ass only though. His.
So there we were stood, across the street, casually smoking without a care in the world, when he gave up his hunt and left the sweaty and dank dive-bar. No hope left.
Of course, he saw us. How could he not? The night suddenly regained its promise. Let's just say that a tight cock-ring and Viagra don't leave much to the imagination. We had both gone commando and mine snaked down my right thigh whilst Kyle preferred to let his travel up the left side of his crotch. In fact, his uncut helmet was confidently sticking out and above his belt. Fucking brazen. It looked like a club hammer! Whilst I'm 100% top I can't deny it turned me on. No wonder it drew our boy over.
Silas took a cigarette out and asked for a light. Kyle held up a lighter, let him take a drag, and then took the fag right from his mouth. That's when I leaned in for a full snog. God his lips felt good. We both then saw it to take one of his hands and position them where it mattered. On each of our crotches, so he could feel our meat. By the way his tongue buried itself deeper into my mouth I knew he was turned on. Not scared but delighted.
We led him to a back-alley and fucked the life out of him.
I know that's unfair.
Our bodies are gym crafted and pumped. His was hard and lean. Our cocks were massive and his twat relatively small. It was time to change that. We took down his cunt and implanted a hunger for cock he'll never forget or be able to match without us. It was why he so easily shacked up with us.
Of course, the little whore loved it. It didn't take long for the assfuck to get going but the real work started soon enough. Kyle's fat prickhead forced its way in. Christ, Silas made sounds like he was giving birth! That made me all the more hungry. Watching the in and out of Kyle's big sloppy prick? Jesus. It confirmed just how important our hole goals were. Silas's fuckhole needed to be stretched and we would do the deed. On my turn I repeatedly pulled all the way out and then punched back in to the very root. He loved it, begging for more with every stroke. If he was to be our live-in pussy then I was determined we should start off as meant to go on.
After draining our loads inside we asked whether he wanted more.
The nice thing? At his age? Your hormones are so fired up that you simply don't have a choice.
Brandon and Raoul took a different approach with Jacob. Maybe because they all shared that clean cut look? That means you can be very dirty.
They paraded their junk in front of the hunk. A shower scene in the Y gym. They even pissed over each other. Did Jacob want to be a part of this? He was watching real live porn, would he step up? When would he ever have this opportunity again?
I'm very glad to say he did, although Raoul said Jacob was a long way from being able to take his full 14" and he needed a lot of work to remove his gag reflex.
They were problems we could all tackle together though. The important thing was whether he wanted more. Had they ignited a desire for constant big cock? To learn how to fully take whatever you are given?
Picture the scene. Jacob and Silas in our living room. Unsure of themselves and of each other. Why were they here? Then the four of us - in a row - standing in front of them. Equally dressed, equally hung. Our cum still draining our of their holes.
Were they up for it? We unfurled our cocks from our open flies so they knew just what they were signing up for. Our dicks were hard and proud. Just imagine it. Nearly 4 feet of hard cock. Of course we didn't tell the complete story. We - more than they - knew they were natural cunt boys. That they hadn't run away in fright at the sight of our giant cocks was sign enough. They were hungry. Pussy always is.
They agreed but perhaps we were hazy on telling them just how we wanting to discover their natural cunt abilities so they could have a good life? A great life? We were unequivocal on usage though. They would have to be always available, always serviceable, always willing. A Fleshlight is always on call.
They nodded along but I'm not sure they really understood what that meant. Who cared? Once signed up they'd be committed. Service contracts that couldn't be broken. We'd seen to that. with a top-notch lawyer friend.
The four of us were now determined to turn their assholes into cunts. Even though we've never fisted anyone we knew exactly what was possible. Stretched to hell. We wanted their pussies to be open for weeks at a time so they became permanent twats. You know how a girl's gash is always open and juicing and ready to be fucked? That's what we wanted for these cunts. Eventually they would no longer have control of their bowels because their pussy's would be so loose and open. We knew it would take a lot of work and extraordinary pain, but together we were committed. Why else would you install a Fleshlight in your house?
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