Is it weird that my roommates and I share the same Fleshlight? Chapter 4
The big adventure extends to long-term use. All the fists come home! Average reading time: 10 minutes.
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Six months in and the pace of transition kept on going. The four of us felt calmer and more serene. Not least as we could see the evidence of our work on a daily basis and it made us extremely happy. Oh, and being able to continuously unload our spunk undoubtedly took the edge off. Oh yeah, we still pumped their holes with our cocks. We had needs after all.
I'm not sure how well our FFleshlights were holding up though. For weeks and weeks we'd used their holes whenever we wanted. And that was a lot! Is there anything better than telling a grown man they'll never be tight again? It was obvious to us that their pussies were changing. What once was puckered was now inflamed folds of flesh, chronically swollen and engorged by months of constant abuse. And with such ease of taking it. Even the size of our hands didn't seem to be a problem anymore.
We were now coming up to the end of the year and a problem had arisen. The original plan had been to discard our FFleshlights - too worn out to get more use out of them - and replace them with another pair. (That may sound cruel but it really isn't. There are leather bars, motorcycle gangs and whorehouses up and down the country who would buy these guys in an instant! They'd never be out of work.) However, what we hadn't anticipated was how much we'd become attached to them.
And frankly, the other guys we fisted? They simply didn't cut it.
Sure, by now, we had experienced a lot of other holes. However, none were as capable or as punishable as the fisting pussies we'd created.
We'd also watched other tops - supposedly fist experts - use Jacob and Silas. Whilst our boys were now easy-takers it didn't seem to make being fisted by other guys any easier. It was awkward to watch and nearly always left them in need of careful attention from our hands afterwards.
How could we possibly let these FFleshlights go? It wouldn't be good for us and it sure as hell wouldn't be good for them. That meant we wanted to bind our boys to us forever. We didn't care how old the four of us got, we would commit to servicing their blown-out pussies until we were done. A lifetime of hard work. What had started off as technical interest had become a passionate desire. We couldn't imagine a life without them.
That meant we had to keep them interested, to keep them surprised, to make them keep wanting us. It came as quite a shock to realise that the big cunts we'd manufactured were the most precious and unique commodity on offer, not our giant cocks. Our roles were strangely reversed.
That meant we made a plan in two-stages. First, business as normal' and secondly, a memorable prom night' at the end of the year (which came with a very big invitation attached...).
For business as normal, we each came into our own.
Raoul - who has the longest dick out of all of us - was naturally obsessed with depth. He wanted his arms to be completely BURIED inside another man. To feel their heartbeat. To navigate their internal organs, finding that path inside and as far up a pussy as possible.
The consequences of having cunt available 24/7 had really changed him. Made him slightly possessed. He'd mark the tideline of his lube - how deep he'd achieved each time round - with a Sharpie and promptly went round to a local tattoo parlour to have his fisting arm permanently marked up with a new black ring. His arm was now stripped from wrist to well past the elbow. God forbid the hole that didn't stretch to new depths each time he played. He was determined to get to the shoulder.
For Brandon - who had the house's thickest dick - he became totally focused on girth. The double, to be precise. He spent hours gently coaxing and pushing Jacob and Silas to STRETCH more and more. He was gentle but firm, the way you have to be with the double. His hands were so mammoth they couldn't be forced in, but he could create the right environment for the FFleshlights to totally relax and take it. Watching him plunge his double fists inside? Witnessing the stretch and slide? It was simply amazing and the facial expressions of Jacob and Silas confirmed it. They were transported to another league of pleasure.
What about Kyle though? He was the most evil amongst us and his passion for fisting expressed itself through BIG pussy lip development. And the widest rosebud. The rest of us already knew he had a passion for the gape - God knows what had gone on in his early life that meant he was so focused on this. I thought it was cruel but Jacob and Silas seemed to lap it up.
Kyle would only start his sessions after one of us had taken a turn. Then he'd everything he could to make our alterations permanent. Clothes pegs to the outer rim? Extended sessions with a rosebud pump to inflame and grow? Hell, he even researched silicone injections. Could those lips be permanently engorged? No way of retreating or backsliding, He was determined that Jacob and Silas would have big lips for life. Imagine that.
For me? I was old-fashioned. I wanted them to be fucked-up, which for me was the number of fully clenched fist punches they could take in a row. I became slightly obsessed. I would gently open them up and then get to work. Challenging them to take more and more. 100? 250? 1,000?
All of this kept them excited and wanting more but we were determined our prom night would be the ultimate fistfuck, one they'd never forget. We took all due care and attention, starting with drinks in the upper quarters. Spiked, no doubt, but we were all very relaxed after a year of knowing each other.
That heat and passion was there though. The four of us were wearing our tightest pants and smallest cock-rings. Painfully restricted and fully commando. Honestly, forget helmets and shaft veins you could virtually see every pube! Even though Jacob and Silas were intimately familiar with our collective junk, there is something decidedly erotic about it being hidden and just out of reach.
As we talked I would swear our FFleshlights juiced up at the thought of what was coming next. It certainly smelled like it! It helped that the four of us were all being voluble with our hands, using grand gestures and calling attention to our big mitts. For fist-hogs like Jacob and Silas it meant they could only think of one thing. Action.
This was reinforced by all our conversations beginning and ending with our recollections of the year. As I moved round the room I couldn't help but overhear snatches of conversation. Like this between Silas and Kyle. Silas tried to be so innocent but Kyle took it deep:
`Did you see that Lil Nas X video? The choreography was so--'
`Oh yeah, I bet those dancers teamed up and fisted his ass into the ground at the end of the shoot! Just like the time you serviced that teenage theatre group? Do you remember? Those boys didn't have much technique but they sure made up for it in enthusiasm!'
Or Jacob and Branden:
I'm really looking forward to getting back to Iowa and seeing the plains again--
`I bet! You're such an outdoor man. Do you remember that time we set up a sling outdoors and fisted you under the night-sky? Man, as I slid inside your hole I thought you'd gone to heaven and back!'
There were blushes all round, however, the point of this evening was to graduate these guys. No longer mere FFleshlights to be discarded after use but holes with a home for life. That meant we had to demonstrate we could be creative and provide surprises. All before we would ask them to make the ultimate commitment.
If they decided to stay with us then there would be no predicting just how big they'd get, or how much service they'd see in their lifetimes. This made what came next very important.
Raoul had done a real job on the basement playroom. He's always been the creative one and now the space was glowing with purple, blue and red. Totally immersive. Sure, this was a prom event but there were no fairy lights or any of that shit. In fact, he'd bought neon lights to fill the room. A giant, white outline of a clenched fist emoji. A red, circular rosebud displayed in graphic folds of fluorescence.
We could tell that Jacob and Silas appreciated our efforts. Did they sense the wind in the air? That life would be impossible without us?
It was typical that we then choose to flair our different sides. I went with fucked up, Kyle with girth, Brandon and Raoul teaming up on stretch. Surely our boys could never forget this?
I started out with new positions and angles. Chariot racing to be precise. Holes presented side-by-side, doggy style. We'd always been very comfortable sharing lube across both FFleshlights, making this very easy. My free-wheeling arms exploring, stretching and punching in sync. I made them feel utterly connected, using each arm to really hammer it home.
Next came Kyle, the girth monster. He's always had serious skill at stretching guys out, especially when wearing his custom dick sleeve dotted with studs. It took his ever so smooth shaft and turned it into a weapon of fuck.
Now he did the same with his hands. He'd taken some unusually thick rubber industrial gloves and had them specially adjusted. Usually these are tight on the hand but loose as you go higher up the shoulder. He'd had these made so they were just as thick but gripped every inch of his muscular arms like they were born to be there.
Oh, and studded with texture. That was the really custom part. Hundreds of hard, firm studs ran up and down his arms. Honestly, a cunt couldn't help but feel it. Terrifying to imagine, so satisfying to experience. He started off gently, exploratory, but quickly showed exactly why texture can be so much fun. Jacob and Silas - still in chariot position - felt those big gloves all the way inside.
How else would they know we loved and needed them?
Speaking of which, Brandon was determined to provide an entirely new level of stretch for those pussies. He'd done the double with them so many times but now he was all about taking things to a new level. Going deep too, which is why he'd seamlessly joined forces with Raoul.
I'm sure you've all seen Oxball tunnel plugs? A hollow plug with a tapered neck and bulbous design? Once in, you really feel it! Normally they're inserted into a bottom's pussy and a dick fucks through the centre. Of course, we used their (much) larger sizes to hold Jacob or Silas open and fist through the entrance.
Brandon and Raoul had taken that to the next level. The two tops stood side by side, Brandon on the left, Raoul on the right. Both men had their inside arms outstretched, touching each other. It meant they could join fists and perfectly double in this position. However, this was far more wicked.
Over their two clenched wrists, side-by-side, Kyle and I manhandled the truly giant custom Oxball they'd had manufactured. They'd called it the `Thundercunt' as the gauntlet sleeve locked their two hands together - from the wrist up - in a union of soft but firm silicone and hard, unrelenting fists. Either way, it made for a fucking extreme stretch! Two men at once willing to use it all.
Honestly, I think it's testament to just how much our FFleshlights have achieved over the last year. Yes, it was tough. Yes, it defied belief. Yes, depth-master Raoul was determined to go inside as far as possible (Jesus, it must have felt like a battering ram!), but there was no doubt the two men were perfectly in sync. Determined to make a difference.
Combined, the four of us left Jacob and Silas exhausted and totally spent. Totally fisted out. And yet, as always with the best pussies, still hungry.
I was the one nominated to make the offer. I simply asked, did they want more? Could they imagine a life without us using their holes day-after-day? Did they actually want their hard fought holes to tighten up and return to normal? (Fat chance!) Of course they didn't.
It's been 24 years. Can you believe it?
Jacob and Silas remain as unbelievable as ever whilst the four of us have all matured and got older. Our primeval urges haven't changed though. If anything they've got worse. We still needed spunk depositories just as much as the first day we'd met our boys. And the feel of warm, enveloping cunt folds too. In fact, even more.
We teamed our resources - including trust funds - so we had enough money to support our cunts so they wouldn't have to worry about earning their keep. Because their keep was being pussies. For us, to come home each day - after a hard day at the office - and know you could sink into a deep hole without doubt or question? It was priceless.
That only got better as they got older. As we got older. Our bodies matured and firmed up and they got more solid too. Their milkshake still brought all the boys to the yard though. Their reputations were legendary and they saw plenty of action from the local leather chapters, the rest-stop truckers and college frat-houses.
But?
For them, nothing compared to when our four fists trammelled their cunts. The ones they'd learnt from first-hand.
The feeling was mutual. We knew how to use these holes and 24 years of action had made it even better. Black and white Silas and Jacob? They'd maintained their gym bodies - developed with age - but their holes had only got bigger.
Can you imagine that? Our cocks had stayed the same, but their cunts had only expanded in size. We loved it. We didn't care that they couldn't hold anything in and they were spent and wasted. That just made it all the more fun. More continuous. Like we were the shepherds and guardians of this amazing resource.
Even after all these years, nothing stopped us. We were still united in our shared purpose but I won't deny we had explored our roles in the last decade. Dicks had slipped into many different holes over the years, it somehow couldn't be avoided if you were six men living in the same family.
This must make you wonder how we all ended up. All of us sharing casually thick bodies. Not crazy or insane, life is too short for that. The four of us having cocks nurtured and cherished. Heavy metal ball-stretchers and steel rings adding to our meat.
But more importantly, the drapes of our FFleshlights hanging low and truly obscene. Always welcome for a punch-out. It was gloriously extreme.
If all this had happened overnight we probably would have run a mile, but the fact we'd kept Jacob and Silas in-house? It had been a logical and truthful progression. So sloppy, so loose, so slack. So fucking awesome.
Not once had we grown tired, regretted the constant cum blow-back or got concerned about those holes wearing out or being overused. And that's exactly why it's never weird to share your FFleshlight with a roomie. It's the path to happiness.
The End.
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