My Gooner (Frat*) Brother Shared His Fleshlight With Me 05

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Chapter 5: Can’t Stop

We had been in a groove the last few days, finding every excuse to stay in this room together. Every afternoon followed the same rhythm, always with me as the bottom and him as the top. It had started as a way to spend time together and find a connection after he became addicted to gooning, but now I felt like I was as hooked on it as he was. I thought about it all day in class, literally counting how many hours it was until I would get home and strip on my way to his room. He was always waiting for me with a giant hardon and a bottle of lube ready.

I had replaced the fleshlight that we broke together when our experimentation caused it to literally tear apart. At the time, it felt like a metaphor for things going too far, but it became apparent that it was just one door closing for another better one to open. As soon as I offered my ass to him, my entire life changed. I became a slut for him.

I had to stay late at school one day, and I texted him that I was working on posters for a student council thing. He didn't respond. I knew he would just start his goon sesh, probably getting edged to hell before I even got there. Perfect. 

When I arrived home, I sprinted up the stairs to his room and found him on his back, hair flattened on one side, his enormous dick in his hand pointed at the ceiling, a sight that never failed to amaze me. The only thing I didn't expect was that his legs were in the air, and his other hand was poking around the hairless hole between his muscular cheeks. He studied me for a moment as I stripped my clothes, revealing my own seven incher. I walked up to his bed, ready to get on my knees and start sucking his balls, or whatever he needed today. Before I could make contact with him, he said something unexpected.

“Trade me,” he said.

“Trade you what?” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Get on top,” he said. “You got your turn making me happy. Now it’s your turn to be happy.”

He tried to play it cool and failed. I felt a little drop in my chest as well. He was nervous. I was nervous. What was happening?

"You wanna get fucked?" I asked, still unsure what he meant.

"Yeah," he said. "You seem to go crazy for it. And I always said I would let you do it eventually."

"I honestly thought you were just saying it to be nice. I don't even need to do it. I love you fucking me."

"I honestly wanna try it. Just do it," he said, like he was impatient, almost overstimulated with the vulnerability of telling me he wanted to get fucked. 

"I will," I said. 

“Come here,” he said back.

We met in the middle of the mattress, our faces almost touching, and the mood became light again.

"But I like letting you fuck me." 

"Trust me," he said, "You're gonna like this too."

He lay back and lifted his legs, grabbing his muscular cheeks, almost two years younger than me but more studly than I would ever be, honestly. I held his legs as he squirted the lube and did all the work pointing me at his hole. All I did was push forward and feel it tighten around me. He didn't seem bothered, even though I felt his hole clamping down on me.

I pulled out, pushed back in, and felt it accept me more this time.

“Hi,” he said softly.

“Hi,” I answered.

Once I pushed the whole head in, I felt it. The most amazing, warm sensation washing down my body. 

"I'm gonna cum already, though," I said. 

"It's ok," he said quietly, with a strained groan. I swear it felt like he was the older one every time we were in this room. I was over the edge in seconds, pumping him with a day's worth of boy batter, and he just held my hips and let me drain myself inside him. His fingers massaged the juicy parts of my ass, adding to my tingling orgasm. I looked at his eyes while I unloaded. I was almost embarrassed, since I knew I was making the dumbest face imaginable, but I couldn’t help it. My body turned red as my abs tensed in pulses. He watched me carefully, gently, as he held my body in his hands. I was taller than him, but less muscular, and even when I was fucking him it felt like he was taking care of me. I finished my last spurt inside him, and felt the orgasm fade to warmth and comfort. But just like the first time I finished in the fleshlight, I still had more juice left in me. My dick was hard as a rock, and I pressed forward until I was balls deep. 

I continued thrusting as my first load foamed up around the base of my cock. His face contorted a bit, and I grabbed his giant rod for him. Rubbing it to the end. I felt his hole tense up every time I squeezed the head of his dick, and I loved feeling the internal wiring firsthand. His dick was my favorite thing to play with, and I rubbed it while I fucked him until a good bead of pre-cum had formed at the top of it. I stayed inside him as I bent down to lick it off him. He groaned when my tongue brushed the bottom of his dick, and the taste of him pushed me over the edge again. I squeezed his dick tight as I blew another load into his warm, meaty ass. I looked down at his face, his defined jawline and flawless smile.

"You did it," he said, looking up at me happily. 

"Yeah, that was awesome," I said, "Are you gonna fuck me now?"

The transition took him less than two seconds. I was on my stomach, with his hand on the back of my head, pushing my face into the pillow as he lined himself up with my hole. I loved it when he was rough with me, as I had gotten used to having a bit of tension when he first put it in. I almost liked it better when he didn't warm me up first. 

"Just shove it in," I mumbled through the pillow.

He understood me, and began pressing in quickly. I braced with the sting, knowing that it would only be seconds before I was getting the pleasurable burn. I had cum twice, which also gave me the perfect amount of stamina before his big dick would force another load out of me. 

Felix was on top of me now, and it felt different this time. We had fallen into a rhythm before this, his motions sharp and focused, treating my body like a toy for himself, but now there was a pause, a kind of stillness between his thrusts that made me realize he was doing something different. He leaned close, searching my face like he was looking for something. He sank forward, and when his mouth met mine, it was honestly a shock to my system. It wasn’t gentle or slow, it was hungry and horny. He pulled back to catch his breath, his eyelids a touch more closed than usual, then came back to me, pressing his weight against me with every push as his tongue searched my mouth.

The sound of our bodies clapping together grew louder as he groaned into my mouth. I grabbed his perky ass to hold him inside me as he stuffed his monster hog back and forth, stretching my hole. He pulled back and smiled through the rhythm, a tiny flash of teeth before his face buried in my neck. I felt him getting rougher, more urgent. His pace built up, breaking into uneven bursts of "extra" penetration as I called it in my head, when he slammed hard enough into me to open up the deepest parts of my insides. It felt like he was putting pressure directly on my lungs from the inside, all through my ass, making my entire abdomen conform to his megalithic piece of meat.

The bed rattled beneath us, and he whispered something I didn’t catch and kissed me again, harder this time, pushing my head back into the pillow so my whole world narrowed to just the sensation of his face on mine and his cock stretching the inside of my bdoy. We pulled away only to breathe, in some new type of gooner state, like he was the hulk now. He leaned forward again, each time finding my lips and diving in wiht his tongue. I kissed him back and held the back of his head, gripping his locks and rubbing his back. Each kiss landed messy and wet. His hands firmly gripped my sides, anchoring himself against me as he pumped into me faster, working up a sweat. I could tell he was going to make me cum again soon, from hitting that spot inside me with that perfect tempo. I held onto his shoulders as I came without touching myself, feeling the muscles in his back move under my fingers as I gripped him harder. My puddle of jizz drained down from my chest into my abs, then down my sides. He didn't react when I finished spurting out my watery load, but I could tell the smell of yet another boy load had ignited his race to the finish line.

When he finally came, his dick reached that state I recognized, some extra, supernatural level of thickness that only happened during the pulses of his orgasm. I could feel it throb against my kidneys as he unloaded his heavy essence into me. It hit him in waves, pulling a deep sound out of his throat an inch from my face, his forehead pressed against mine. His whole body shook with it, the pulses rolling through him until he went still above me, sweat on his forehead, breath ragged but steadying. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him there until his weight settled. I didn't want to let him go. I had enjoyed it too much today.

For a moment neither of us spoke. The only thing moving was his heartbeat against my chest, still racing but already slowing.

After we caught our breath and our bodies finally settled, I rolled onto my side out from underneath him and faced him. The look on his face was different, somewhere between proud and nervous. I could tell he was building up to saying something, so I waited. He fiddled with his phone for a second, then suddenly blurted out that he had a girlfriend. It hit me somewhat strangely. I wasn't upset about it, but why was he nervous to tell me?

"That's awesome, man," I said, "How did that happen so quickly?"

He explained that he met her online a few days prior, making it "official" that morning. It didn't seem like it would count as a serious thing to me, but I guess he just had that feeling that it was special and to him it was "having a girlfriend". He described her like she was some kind of perfect girl, funny, smart, cool, and finally “the kind of girl who gets me.” He showed me a few pictures, casual ones at first, then a couple that were more risque. It hit me that I was suddenly less interested in girls than I used to be. Felix had opened up my bi side and that was kind of all I cared about in the moment. I laughed softly when he showed me her nude pic in their Discord conversation, right under a message from her that read, "show this one to your brother too." I chuckled and nodded, not sure what else to do.

"She's hot," I said. Inside, I was trying to process what that meant for us.

He kept talking, nervous energy spilling out of him. I stayed calm, just listening, letting him have his moment.

When he paused, I said, “I’m really happy for you, bro,” and I meant it.

He smirked and added, “I’m finally getting experience with girls.”

He set his phone on the nightstand and leaned back in his gaming chair, staring up at the ceiling. The tension that I felt started to thin out. I picked up my phone and scrolled mindlessly while he put on some YouTube video. The sound of someone talking about Fortnight filled the silence.

I reflected a bit internally. I felt great about having seen him through his transition from porn addicted gooner to actually having a relationship, of some sort at least. It was a positive first step, and maybe my job here was done. I felt like a good brother in that moment. Even if he wasn’t “touching grass” at least he was “getting ass”.

For a few minutes we just lay there, both pretending to be distracted. I could feel a sort of quiet distance starting to creep in, and that bothered me more than anything. I wasn't sure if it was just in my head, and I wanted to say something to fix it but didn’t know what to say. Finally, he glanced over at me and smiled. It wasn’t smug or guilty, just a soft, lazy grin that told me we weren’t done talking yet.

"I’ll miss our little hobby in here," I said, glancing at his face to see his reaction. I just wanted to get a soft, bittersweet acknowledgment that it was over, which I had guessed from his tone, but wanted to make sure it was what he wanted.

Felix immediately shut that down with an impulsive “Wait, no… we’re not stopping this.” He turned toward me, his big, floppy dick jiggling with the swing of his chair.

My eyes lit up like a boy on christmas. “Really??”

He reached for the back of my head, pulling he swiftly down to begin yet another worshiping sesh on his giant, wet cock. My tongue came out instinctively and started licking his shaft and his balls as I felt blood rushing in. He quickly stoked himself to hardness using my head as a toy, sealing our new arrangement.