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like Libby, and when the blonde knelt
between the redhead’s legs, parting her pussy lips covered in curly red fuzz,
the camera zooming in for a close-up, it was a lost cause. Even though he was
sitting naked in the middle of a group of guys, his cock wouldn’t obey his
“down” command.
    “We’re all going
to play a game.”
    Henry looked
reluctantly away from the screen to see that most of his pledge brothers were
having the same problem with their dicks. Dean wasn’t even hiding his—and Henry
was surprised to find his cock was rather small in stature, maybe six
inches—but instead had his hand wrapped around it, stroking idly as he peered
up at the screen where the women were rubbing their tits together now and
moaning loudly.
    Marcus
picked up a black bag off the floor, taking out a bottle of KY gel. No way, Henry thought again. Was this going to be some sort of circle jerk? He could
only hope—because he didn’t have any sexual inclination toward guys, and there
was no way he was going to consent to anything that involved one of his pledge
brothers touching his cock. Or doing anything else to him, for that matter.
    “Here we go.”
Marcus handed a bottle of KY to the first two pledges and they stared across
the aisle at each other, eyes wide. He knew both of them, had hung out in
Dean’s room with Uri, a big, swarthy Russian guy with a thick accent, and Bel
was the skinny geek from the dorm room right next door to them. In spite of the
moaning and soft cries of pleasure coming from the television, Henry had found
that his cock had finally obeyed his “down” command. Everyone was too anxious
to have a hard-on now. Well, almost everyone. Dean was still hard, cock firmly in
hand.
    “Fasten your
seatbelts.” Marcus’s teeth flashed brightly white. “Buckle up, buttercups.” He reached
back into the bag. Both guys sat frozen, a condom in one hand, KY in the other.
Henry didn’t understand until Marcus pulled two more objects out of the bag.
Flashlights? Huh? Were they going to have a masturbation contest in the dark?
    “Just in
case you thought this was gonna be easy.” Marcus took the end off of the
flashlight, but where there should have been a light was…
    “What the
hell?” The guy on Henry’s right—he couldn’t remember his name. Peter or Phil
or…?
    “It’s a
Fleshlight,” the guy on Henry’s left said. Henry knew his name—Cody. They’d
been sitting next to each other during the game Henry and the rest of the
pledges had been forced to bet on. Unfortunately Cody, like Dean, had chosen
the other team.
    “A what?”
Henry whispered, thinking he’d mispronounced the word flashlight, but what Marcus
was holding in his hand didn’t look like any flashlight he’d ever seen, and
then one of the older frat brothers answered the question for all of them
because he’d taken out the DVD of the two lesbian women and put in another,
more informative one.
    “Holy fuck.”
That was Phil or Pete or…Pat. His name was Pat, Henry remembered as they all
stared at the screen. There was a nearly-nude brunette up there, reclining,
legs spread, and she holding the flashlight-looking thing in her hand. With her
other hand, she touched the pink flesh-like material, her fingers rubbing oil
into the surface, and Henry finally understood, as the scene changed and the
woman was on her knees in front of a very well-hung guy, licking his balls and
sliding the flashlight—er, Fleshlight —down onto his cock.
    “Ohhhhh,”
the guy on-screen moaned. “It feels just like the real thing!”
    Henry’s dick
jumped to life again as he watched the guy decide to compare his new toy with
the real thing, putting the brunette on the bed and the Fleshlight just above
her pussy. Now it was like he had two cunts to fuck, one real, one synthetic.
Henry stared, fascinated, watching the flesh part, wondering what it would feel
like, as the brunette fingered first her own pussy and then the fake one.
    A collective
gasp