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"Y'know I heard blind people really like fleshlights"
"...What?" Matt stops his reading, turning his head in the general direction of Foggy's voice.
"Well, I didn't hear anything, perse....I kinda just assumed that-" he makes movements with his hand.
"You're moving your hands over your crotch, aren't you?" Matt raises an eyebrow
"Yes, but anyway-" Foggy clears his throat, getting ready to explain to his long time buddy his genius plan. "You told me that everything is extra sensitive, right? Hearing stuff, getting touched, being able to taste food on a different level, etc, etc"
"Yes." Matt replies, turning in his chair and going back to reading braille. "Where is this going?"
"Okay. So y'know how you barely get laid, right?" Foggy continues.
"Why are we talking about my sex life?" Matt's eyebrows furrow.
"I think you deserve to get your dick wet. You're a really good looking guy but your blindne-"
"Get to the point, Foggy" Matt clears his throat.
"I bought a Fleshlight."
"Okay. Congratulations." Matt nods and has an idea on where this is leading.
"Not for me. I was laying in bed a couple of nights ago and my mind started to wander through different topics. That essay I still need to finish for Professor Williams -"
"I could help you with that" Matt offers.
"Would love that, buddy" He answers. " But then I started thinking about the hot girl I laid a few months ago, thought 'wow, I'm such a lucky guy', and then I thought of you and how sad it is that not a lot of girls give you a chance because you're blind."
It's true. Matt has only managed to lay a girl this whole semester. But even then it wasn't even sex, it was more of making out with each other and quickly getting one another off. He's not complaining, but part of him does crave getting down and dirty with someone else, especially when months pass by.
"And then I thought about a little problem fixer for you because I know you must be getting tired of your palm." foggy takes a deep breath in, "Fleshlight. Mainly because you're sensitive and sticking your dick in something very textured would feel really, really good."
Matt kinda sits there frozen, not really sure how to process his friend cryptically asking, if he's even reading him right, to jack him off with a fleshlight.
"Foggy, are you asking to jack me off with the Fleshlight...?"
"Yes" Matt can almost imagine him nodding .
He takes a deep breath in and it's too late to go back to reading the braille he was working on. How can you casually just focus on something else when something completely steals your attention and starts to really make you think.
It's late. It was a long day of running around campus and a long day of studying too. Matt touches the braille on his watch, the one foggy bought him three Christmas' ago, reads ten twenty five.
"Matt...?" Foggy sounds like he just messed up.
"Mm" he hums out, getting up from the shitty office chair that came with the dorm desk, stretches his hands up. "Sure."
There's Foggy's soft pudge against his back. Matt's naked from the waist down and he's between Foggy's open, bent legs- his own knees bent too.
He flinches a bit when he hears the lube cap open somewhere to the right of him, smells like strawberries and his nose can't help but to crinkle.
He hears slick rubbing and feels Foggy's hand approach him before his palm wraps around his soft dick. The lube is warm, thanks to Foggy.
"Shift down a bit. I can't really see" Foggy breaks the silence.
He lets out a shuddering noise and shifts his ass down the sheets, foggy immediately resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Are you, uh, comfortable with my hand on you...?" Foggy asks, voice so close.
"...are you nervous?" Matt asks because Foggy's heart is hammering against his back.
"Maybe. I'm jacking off my best friend right now. My hand is on his very hard dick." Foggy narrates and Matt has to twist a bit when he jacks down his dick without a warning. Foggy let's out a tiny chuckle, shooting a spark down Matt's back. "And it seems like he really needed that lay."
"Mnh. I can jack myself off, y'know" Matt counters, struggles to not close his thighs when Foggy starts to pick up the pace.
"That's not getting laid, Matt" he's got a point. "Do you want me to stop and let you jack yourself off?" Foggy sounds serious.
Course he doesn't want him to stop. As boundary crossing this is, Matt needs this. Matt needs a good jacking off.
Who is he to deny Foggy?
"...no" he finally answers, more out of breath than he was a few seconds ago.
"Okay" , Foggy sounds satisfied, let's go off his dick and he's pushed forward by Foggy's fat as he reaches for something at the foot of the bed. The warm press is something nice. It makes Matt's dick fatten up more. "Sorry" he strains out, finally sitting up straight again.
He lets out a hum of aknowledgement. Foggy opens the lube back up, loud squirt, then loud squelches that make him cringe a bit.
"Alriggggght" there's a warm palm against his knee. He's about to ask what's happening but he feels the drip of lube against the tip of his dick. Oh, he's definitely not going to be coherent in a few minutes.
"Ready?" Foggy asks like a gentleman.
"Yeah" Matt has to swallow the lump down his throat. "I might come really quickly."
“Yeah? Don't worry. I kinda expected that.” Foggy laughs breathlessly. “Three, two,one…”
His ass immediately clenches up when he feels the toy's soft plastic envelope the tip of his dick. It's warmer than he expected, and a lot more tighter. Matt tenses up when his dick slides deeper into the toy. Warm, wet, ridge textured plastic that is quickly threatening to make him bust.
“How’s that feel?” Foggy’s voice sounds so erotic right now. It’s not helping. Especially now that he's starting to slowly move the fleshlight up and down his prick, sending little shocks of pleasure up Matt’s spine.
“Good…ngh. But I dont think this is what a real cunt feels like” he squirms between Foggy’s thighs, skin breaking out in goosebumps. He’s dangerously close now, like when he jacks himself off. It’s pretty easy to come when you’re blind because your mind only processes the pleasure. Plus, his imagination makes up for the blind part. He’s thought up some pretty nasty stuff over the years.
He hears Foggy drag a breath in, his chest plush and warm against his back. “Real thing feels way better. The way they clench around you and it seems to swallow your dick right in…”
God, the mental image that Matt conjures up is all Foggy’s fault. He feels his dick leak, his balls clench up in a painful pang of lust, it’s been way too long since he let himself come. He might be thinking about the most intimate part of a woman, but there’s no denying the physical press of his bestfriends pudge against his back…and the jab of something on his lower back.
“Oh, and when they orgasm, chokes your dick right up” Foggy pops the last p with a hot breath against his ear. Whether Foggy knows that it would be the thing to do it, Matt doesn't know.
He chokes on the sudden moan and feels himself release into the toy. It feels so filthy when he feels his own come cover his dick, not enough space to go anywhere else. His hands claw at the sheets that have been needing a wash for a week now. Foggy dropped teriyaki chicken on them and didn’t think Matt would find out.
“Jesus” he hears him whisper. “Yeah, we’ll have to work on that.”
He pants out, full weight slumped back on foggy. Matt fully expects him to just pull the thing off and then go wash it before telling him that he owes him Chinese for the jizzy mess. That's definitely not the plan, he learns quickly.
“Ah” he shudders when he feels the hand that was on his knee drag down his inner thigh, dangerously close to his pubes as they pass and stroke up his abdomen, under his sweaty shirt.
“...m’gonna keep going…kay?” Foggy’s hair tickles the side of Matt’s neck. It feels itchy. Hot.
He licks his lip, swallows before he nods.
Foggy strokes his happy trail, draws a circle around his belly button. The tease dips his finger into it just so he can grin when it causes him to jump, a weird jolt leading down to his dick and toes. His other hand starts moving the toy on his dick again, changes up his technique by twisting it, fucking it down on only the tip of his dick to the point that the come of his last orgasms starts to drip out and down the length.
“god…Foggy” he groans out. His hips automatically try to fuck up and so he can bury his dick back into the gooey inside. Foggy pins him down by gripping one of his thighs down, the touch immediately catching Matt's senses.
He speeds up, his heartbeat picking up when Matt’s lungs start to make his chest fall up in down with pants that are almost too much for his own sensitive ears. Matt feels hot liquid drip down his cheeks and he almost doesn’t register it as his own tears. Foggy is jacking him off so good that he's starting to cry.
His dick is painfully sensitive at this point and the come inside the toy is starting to dry up a bit, dipping on the side of pain. “Ohh, fuck- foggy, I gotta…jesus-” his next orgasm is ready to go, ready for foggy to rip it outta him.
“Yeah” Foggy pants against his ear and he's starting to openly roll his hard dick against Matt’s lower back. “Don’t worry…won't leave you hanging. Gonna make you come, cmon…come in her pussy, Matt.” Dirty rambling that Matt has heard come from Foggy one too many times through the walls of house parties. This time, they were directed towards him, not some blonde with frosted, glossy lips that smelled like cherries and like she bathed herself in bath & body works’ sweet pea body mist.
“I can’t…too much…” he groans out, gripping his own hair to ground himself. He almost bites his tongue at the pure need of it, body trembling uncontrollably at the promise of another orgasmic high.
“Yeah you can. Bust in her again, do it, c’mon” he mouths at his earlobe, licks into his ear and the wet noises of his mouth should be enough to soften his cock up but in this context, it’s really fucking hot. Foggy slams the fleshlight back and forth on his dick, digs into Matt's thighs with his sausage like fingers because he’s a serious nervous nail biter.
He feels his thighs quake and a sob punch out of him as he finally comes again, his ears ringing as he curls forward and his thighs slam together, plastic painfully digging into them in the process.
“Fuck, yeah” Foggy groans out. “Matt, uhn, can I rub off on you, buddy?”
“Uh-huh” he grunts out, blissfully limp