A few months into my freshman year, I had endured enough of seeing my hung, jock frat brothers walking around naked, and hearing them loudly slap-fuck random party girls. My favorite was definitely Cody, a senior who helped me take to the fraternity ways immediately. He was a tall, muscular bro who played lacrosse, and he was not afraid to drop his pants and swing his big dick around to get a party started. Even the girls at the parties would often egg him on to do it once it had become a tradition. I had walked by his room more than once when he had left his door open, and I saw his muscular ass pounding away at some lucky girl.
Seeing how easy it was for any of the girls to get him to fuck, I subconsciously developed a plan before I even realized what I was doing. I would get him to fuck me as well.
I had never actually been with a guy, but since I had come to college, I couldn't deny that something was missing when I would cum inside some party girl, then roll over and wait to see if she needed cuddles or if we could return to the party. What I really wanted was a strong man to take me and use me, stretching me out to be his toy. When I was jerking off, and I would click on gay porn, the best videos were always gangbangs of some college twink who basically looked just like me. I wanted to be that boy.
On one a quiet night at the frat house, Cody and I were sitting in the main room on the couch. There was no one else around, and I saw him texting some of the bimbos around campus. The fireplace was lit, and we each had a drink in a glass. Mine was apple cider because honestly I still hated the taste of alcohol.
"No one's around tonight, guess I'm gonna be jerking off." He sighed, scratching his balls over his sweatpants.
"Too bad, bro," I said nonchalantly, but suddenly realizing this could be my moment, "You know I got a fleshlight, actually. It's self-warming, and it even thrusts back onto you."
"Shit, really?" He said, raising a brow and looking me in the eye.
I saw his dick grow some length as he sat up.
"Lemme use that shit dude, sounds better than Mr. Handy." He said, imitating jerking off with his hand.
The only problem was I didn't have any sex toys. I wasn't sure how I was going to get where I needed to be, but this was my shot anyhow.
"Sure thing bro, come on up. I actually just found a leak of that girl you've been slobbering over on twitter too. She has a fan site." At least that part was true.
He followed me up the stairs like a kid on Christmas. He was pretty enthusiastic, even given the implication that we would be jerking off together. That was a good sign.
When we got to my room, I quickly opened my laptop and clicked on the bookmark to the shady site showing the leaked content of his amateur twitter girl. He was so excited he started pawing at his cock over his sweatpants, which had grown considerably on the way up the stairs. The first video was her giving an energetic blowjob to some hung guy from his POV.
After a minute he asked, "So where's the fleshlight?"
Summoning every ounce of courage I had in my body, I replied, "Right here."
My face turned as red as a cherry as I put the laptop down in front of him, got down on my knees, and put my hands on his thighs to start rubbing him through his pants. I looked up at him.
