Project Group Strokes E3.5 | The frat guy makes up for slacking on the project by sharing his fleshlight

Everyone is over the age of 18

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The adrenaline had a hold on me long after Travis left my place.

I've heard about stuff like this happening. Circle jerks amongst guys or whatever they're called. That's why I didn't really feel that weird about it when we both pulled our hard-ons out. It sort of seemed like Travis had done it before too? And I didn't want to make it weird.

My room reeked of cum. I realized it when I went to piss and came back to the stench of it. I took the cum rag we used to wipe up along with the rest of my laundry and took it down to our basement machines.

While the laundry was going, I took my laptop and finished the last section of the project. It was that or overthink the whole damn thing. Some fitness guy I follow on Instagram always said to keep it moving when you're feeling anxious. 

The next day, Travis texted me early in the morning. 

“Yo, you coming to the gym sesh?” 

Right. With his frat bros. He said 6 right? 

Have they done a circle jerk together? 

“Ok.” I text back. It did feel a little uneasy, given that I haven't truly digested yet that I saw another man rub one out last night. And in my fucking bed too. 

But, having a group of friends sounded nice and then I wouldn’t have to go to the “student union social” or the “hiking meetup.”

There were a lot more of them than I thought. About 10 guys were working out in the gym when I entered, and they were wearing matching Greek symbols on their tank tops. 

“YoOOO!” Travis emerges from the sea of meat heads with an extended hand. Our hands slap each other’s back and he turns around to shout at his friends. 

“This is Matt!” A bunch of heads nodded at me. 

“Hey,” I say, a little softer than I intended, and give a wave. 

“Come spot me.” Travis leads me to the bench press, where I stand by his head. “How are ya, man?” 

“I'm good.” I get into position as he lifts the bar off its hook. “I finished the project.” 

“What?” The man says directly into my crotch, and I back up as I realize the plates he has on the bar aren’t a struggle at all. “What'd you do that for?” 

“Couldn't sleep.” It's the truth. “Don't worry about it, man. It was easy.” 

“Well damn,” Travis grunts as he puts the bar back in place, looking at me upside down. “I owe you a beer then.” 

“Sure yeah, if that'll make you feel better about being a slacker,” I joke. 

“It would.” He inhales as he goes for another set. “Keep my name on the document and I'll hold the beer bong for you myself.”

Clang! 

“Alright, Matt. Let's see if those muscles are real or not.” 

We traded back and forth on the machines for a while, chatting mostly about how the frat still meets up despite no longer having their house. Apparently, it's become a place for conspiracy theory fanatics to have their meetings. 

“Goddamn shame. That was the holy grail of downing beer and fucking chicks,” Travis says to me as we head out. “You want yours now?” 

“A fuck?” I say. “You're not my type, sorry.” 

“Dude, if we were gay, I'd be the one fucking you,” he fires back at me, putting me in a brief headlock.

“Ah!” His wet pit rubs against the back of my neck and I push him away. “Nasty, dude.” I rub the damp spot. 

“It's not that bad.” Travis lifts his arm to sniff himself.

“Dude!” I giggle as he unexpectedly buries his nose in my armpit. “What the fuck!” 

“Hoorah!” He roars with a pound on his chest. “We are man! We are man! Let's go!” He takes off running, and I jog after him, until we get to his building. 

“I'm going to go take a shower.” I wave goodbye.

“You don't need to shower to have a beer, you asshole. I'm not about to suck your dick. You didn't do that much work on the project,” Travis says as he opens the door, and I follow him in. 

If possible, his room was even messier than the first time I saw it. I didn't even know where to step. 

“Catch.” 

A cold beer cools down my palm. He lifts his can at me and we crack it open at the same time. It’s so refreshing after a workout that I’m licking up the last drop before I know it.

“It's Thursday, isn't it?” 

“You got class?” I ask and a loud burp escapes me. 

“Nice. Yeah, I got class,” he says without worry and plops down on his bed. “Sit.” 

“Where, dude? This is a landfill.” I chuckle as I look around. I crush the can and throw it in a pile with a bunch of other coloured tin. 

“Fuck you,” Travis says. He pushes most things off his bed, and then picks up a black shirt. “Ah. Since you shared yours, here's mine.” He tosses it to me and the smell gets to my nose before it reaches my hand. 

“God, you're disgusting.” I chuck his cum rag off to the side. 

There are so many white stains on it. At least it wasn't wet though. 

“Whatever, man. All that jizz has to go somewhere. Better on a shirt than making a mistake somewhere.” He shrugs. 

“Is that why you didn't cum in her?” The question slips out of my mouth, and I start to word vomit. “In the video I mean.. the girl… with the… belly piecing…yeah…” 

“That one was more for the video. She was on the pill,” Travis says. “We were fucking for an hour so I knew it was gonna be a big load. And then when she came…” His eyes roll back in exaggeration and he grabs his crotch. 

“You still see her?” I sit down next to him. 

“Nah, we just fucked a couple more times. It was good, but never as good as that time.” 

“Yeah, I get it. Can't recreate magic sometimes,” I say. 

“You got a girl?” Travis leans back on his bed. 

“Nah.” 

“Just your hand a lot then?” He smiles at me. “To be honest, since the frat house got shut down, me too. As you can see, I'm not exactly the best host. Been a lot of me and my collection of videos.” 

“It ain't so bad. Hookups are hit or miss anyway.” I lean back on the bed too. 

“And a plastic pussy never complains!” Travis chortles. “You got one?” I shake my head. “Damn, dude. Get on it.” 

He sits up and opens a drawer. Then, he pulls out toy after toy.

A bottle of lube. A fleshlight. A shorter sleeve. A cock ring. A band. A second fleshlight. 

Travis meticulously lines them on his desk in the only clear space that exists. 

“Spent a while building this collection up.” 

“You're a horny bastard, man,” I say, sitting up for a closer look. 

“If you're going to pleasure yourself, pleasure yourself right,” Travis says. “This one is my go-to.” He picks up the shorter sleeve. “Good for cut cocks.” He passes it to me. 

“Why?” I flip it around. It's a really simple design but the silicon does feel nice. 

“You have to try it to see,” he says. 

“Whoa whoa whoa!” I lean away as Travis stands up. He laughs as he takes his shorts down, and I see his flaccid soft cut cock and balls swing freely. “I didn’t order sausage and eggs for breakfast.”

“I heard soft boiled.” He dispenses some lube on his hand and immediately gets to working himself. “Pass me the quickshot. The toy. Man, Don’t act like you don’t get horny after working out.” 

“I do, yeah,” I say. 

“Go for it then. And if you’re not going to use the quickshot then pass it, bitch.”

I hand the toy back to him, and he lets go of his hardening cock to lube up the silicon. 

Fuck, why am I looking at his dick? 

It's just… pulsing… mine does that too. 

“Mmm…” Travis grunts as he inserts his meat into the toy. It sits right in the center of his shaft, under his mushroom head. “This one is good for teasing the head.” His voice strains as he passes the toy over just the bottom of the head’s ridge. “Here.” 

He tosses me the lube and I catch it out of the air. As my new friend sits back down, I stand up. 

“Well, look at that. Calling me a horny bastard when you've got a woody too,” Travis says. I step out of my shorts and open the lube’s dispenser. “Wait. Use the fleshlight.” 

“Which one?” 

“Gentlemen’s choice.”

I choose the clear one and then draw a line on the lips. Sitting back down, my hard dick bounces in anticipation. 

“It's not going to bite you. No teeth in there,” Travis says, slowly stroking himself. 

“I know.” I touch my tip to the cool lube, spreading it around. 

Okay. Here we go. 

“Ohh…” A low moan comes out of my chest as I sink into the soft silicon. 

“Keep it in there for a second. Let it warm up,” Travis suggests. 

But after a couple seconds, I feel too excited to not try more. The toy hugs my dick tightly on its way up, and its soft lips nestle in my pubes on its way down. 

“Good, huh?” His hairy knee taps on mine.  

“Yeah…” I manage to say while surfing on the waves of the erotic pleasure through the perfectly supple hole. 

Up 

And 

Down

Up

And 

Down

At the perfect speed that I want. 

“You wanna try the band?” Travis leans forward to grab the ring. The veins in his swollen cock and balls bulge as he squeezes the ring around them. “Makes the nut more intense.” 

“Ok…” I pant. Honestly, I don't know how much longer I can last. He passes the black band to me, and I exhale as I pull the fleshlight off me. 

“Damn, dude. Maybe you don't even need the band.” 

“I don't know how to…” I stretch the band in my hand in confusion. It's not going to stretch enough to fit everything. 

“Want some help?” Travis asks and I nod. He takes it from my hand and I hold my breath as he leans down.

The side of him pushes against my inner thigh. 

“Ahh!” An intense feeling as the band pulls my cock down. 

“Just gotta get the balls.” 

“Ah!” I grab his wrist tightly as he manoeuvres my nuts into the ring. The resulting pressure on my groin makes my heart beat really fast. 

“Doesn't hurt, yeah?” 

I shake my head, and my body attempts to regulate my breathing subconsciously. 

“You get used to it. It feels tight at first but it's worth it,” Travis says. “Shit, it's slipping.” He leans back down to adjust the bottom of the band. My dick flings in the air as he stretches the material to better sit under my balls. “There.” 

Oh no…

Oh no! 

Oh fuck…oh fuck…

“Shit!” I feel like I'm about to cum, but the pressure builds beyond what it normally does without releasing. 

“You gonna nut?” The fleshlight is pressed into my hand. “Here.”

“OhH!” I insert myself into the fleshy toy and my hips thrusts up by pure man impulse. 

“Yeah, me too, man!” Travis grunts, his hand becoming a blur with the quickshot. “Ah!” 

“Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!!!” I shove my tool into the toy, breaking through the tension of the band and ejaculating as deep into the toy as I can. 

“MM!” Travis grunts loud enough for me to turn my head and I watch his swollen tip jet a shot onto his stubble. 

“Ah!” I pull out and sink back in time for the second shot. “Ah! Ah… fuck…ah…” I uncontrollably start laughing mid-orgasm. 

I'm cumming into my friend's fleshlight. 

“Fuck…ah…fuck…”

He laughs too, all the while stroking himself until the cum becomes a white froth at the hole of his toy. 

“Oh god…” A contraction escapes the constraints of the cock band and reverberates hard in my core. 

“Not bad, right?” Travis slaps my chest. “What do they say? You scratch my back and I scratch yours. Gym, a nut, and a project done before 9 AM. We’re not a bad team if I say so myself.”

“Yeah, not bad at all,” I pant.

Not bad at all…