“No man, show me.” I said.

“Look bud, look at this shit.” He waved his hand at the screen. I came up behind his chair, pushing my crotch into the side of the chair, hunching over Jeff to see the screen.

There was a little black machine, looked like one of those newer vacuums actually. It had a tall, clear cylinder, some black plastic on it for trim, and what looked like a handle that stopped somewhere around your waist. The only thing was its bottom looked stationary, probably some nifty photo shop.

There were some words in various colors, it looked just like spam.

“So what is it? So what, looks like my dad’s vacuum?” I said.

“No dude, dude, dude, read the words. Come on buddy, read the words,” he gave me his impossible smile and a dead stare in the eyes, and reached his arm around my beckoning waist. I loved the frat life. My dick got hard, so I pushed it up against the chairback. I always had a thing for Jeff.

I strained to read the words, but I couldn’t, “Man, you know I wear glasses, I can’t see that shit.” I said.

He laughed, and started reading: “The New Super Pen. Perfect for your next Penectomy Party!” He boasted, laughing hysterically, gripping at my waist.

“What the fuck?! I pulled back, and then quickly made my self fall back on his bed so he wouldn’t see my fat dick tenting my pants.

“Wait, dude, wait, it fucking goes on, the thing goes on dude!”

“So get this, “Perfect Pen makes for Perfect Penectomies and Brings the User to Climax During the Special Moment!” I fucking laughed at that too.

“You are so full of shit, it does not say that!”

“It does, dude, look, it so does!” Jeff said. I couldn’t read the email, and I didn’t really care. Jeff was busy reading it and laughing, his face flushed.

“I think it might be sick you are interested in that fucking spam, Jeff.” I said in a high strung way. Maybe I’m too gay acting.

“Aw dude, I didn’t make this shit up. You know what though?” Jeff’s voice got all hushed, time for some guy gossip I thought, “Tom Smith and Jack West said they were gunna try to order one, and like, you know, test it out on a blow up doll or something and then, who knows? I mean imagine what you could do with one of those to some pwwn freshman.” Jeff smiled broadly.

“Dude, that’s fucking sick, you can’t do that shit to a kid,” I said. Jeff didn’t seem to be listening.

When I saw the email in my inbox from Jeff later that night, I deleted it unread.

A few weeks later Jeff and I went to lunch at the Student Union. I’d do anything to make Jeff happy, or just to be near him for any reason, actually.

Today’s lunch was happy, I assumed Jeff and I would go to the house and play some vid games, we had just got 3D tv installed at the frat house.

“Buddy, dude, remember how I was talking about that vacuum that cuts your dick off?” Jeff said it so frankly it caught me by complete surprise. I had forgotten the whole incident altogether by then.

“Jeff, that sick shit again? You are sick.” I said.

“No, dude, dude, buddy,” he touched my face then, looking me in the eyes really closely, I hadn’t seen that before in him. “Dude, its Tom and Jack West, they finally got that thing in and are going to put it to use on a blow up doll, I was with them last night when they unpacked it. Dude, this is hilarious shit, we have to check it out. I mean, dude, you are my go to for all the sickest, saddest shit in the world, don’t chicken out on me now.”

The way Jeff said things to me made me want him so much. I was a scrawny, feminine poser when I looked in the mirror. But when I looked in Jeff’s eyes I was a muscular, worthy top dog. I smiled at Jeff, and he smiled at me. I didn’t realize at the time that we had just been standing there on a grassy knoll by the Union staring into each other’s eyes for a good three minutes until much later. The whole time his finger had been stroking my ear. I don’t know how I didn’t notice it, so embarrassing.

Jeff and I walked towards Jack West’s off-campus apartment. I didn’t trust Jack West very well, but he was very popular. Frankly, I didn’t like Jack West because he seemed to dote on Jeff.

As we got to Jack’s apartment a rain started to set in. At first it was light, but it got hard by the time we approached the door. We were pretty wet, and steeping into Jack’s freezing, air-conditioned apartment made me shiver visibly. Jeff play rubbed at my arms in jest, shivering too.

Jack and Tom were there. They were always together. Probably because Tom was a sixth year senior with an alcohol problem living the frat house and Jack, while just 22, lived in a luxury pad off campus where anything was possible. Tom appeared to manipulate and dominate Jack, but Jack was really the one in control of Tom. I didn’t like either of them, but they were fun to be around and really popular. And Jack was rich and his daddy was really fucking important.

We smoked pot and drank a few beers, chatting and watching shitty stand up on tv. Seemed to be pretty normal.

I noticed that Jeff and Tom were really sweating, which was surprising considering that the apartment was fucking frigid as hell from the a/c. Jack looked at me, he eyed me up and down, as though I were something to be respected. Maybe he just thought it was weird that I was cold.

Jack went up to his room and came back down with the machine, already unpacked. He winked at me. I just looked at it in general curiosity.

“I’m getting the blow up doll!” Tom said, laughing and in a jovial mood, despite looking a bit overheated. Everyone laughed, especially as he was blowing up a male blow up doll.

“Oh, I bet this is what you’ve been waiting for your whole life,” Jack said in a really pandering, pansy voice, but it seemed to be a joke. Tom didn’t laugh though, he looked flushed and frenzied.

Jack came up behind me as he was serving out the next round of beers. “Do you love Jeff? Because he loves you.” He said softly. I shuddered. My secret! Jeff betrayed my love for him to fucking pwwn Jack! But then I calmed. I exhaled.

“Don’t play games with me.” I said to Jack. Jack smiled, he knew I meant Yes. Of course I fucking love Jeff.

The doll was full of air. Jack read the instructions to himself, Tom tried to get involved but Jack castigated him, they were like a little couple, I realized. It would explain so much. Are Jeff and I this obvious?

Thunder slammed into the ground nearby, but the lights stayed on, and the air kept running. I was so fucking cold. But I saw that Jeff was really sweating.

“Are you alright, Jeff?” I said.

“Yea, I’m good, dude, this thing will be hilarious.” Jeff said.

I smiled, “you look sweaty man,” I said. At that he took his shirt off. I wasn’t expecting that.

“Probably the rain, dude. Aw dude,” he took his shoes off too, I could smell his damp feet, and was instantly hard. Good thing I wore briefs. Then he took off his socks! I sat back down. His feet, I could totally smell them, and they smell awesome.

“Tell Jeff to stop stripping off for you!” Jack joked at me, “We are gunna get this beast rolling!” Jack yelled it, eyes wide, like a tv show contestant host.

“Should we film this?” Tom asked, looking really very pale and overheated at this point. I mean, Jeff looked sick, but Tom looked bad. Maybe they had a bad reaction to the weed. I felt totally fine though. I was just weirded out by the scene. Four guys, one shirtless, one looking like a cholera monkey, and one looking like a game show host, sitting around a vacuum in an over decorated college apartment, with a crappy stand up comedian talking more and more softly in the background. I laughed then. Jack smiled at me and laughed too.

“Ok it’s finally on.” Jack said, as the little blender sound started up.

“This is a ridiculous joke,” I said.

“Eh, you won’t be so disappointed, Mika” he told me.

Tom said, “I’m hot as hell, fuck this,” and just took his shirt, sandals, and belt off. At least he was awake still. He got up then, and took the blow up doll to the whirring machine. He stuffed its funny looking dildo into the hole on the handle, or whatever it was, and pushed the doll in, holding the doll from behind.

The machine started to suck at the dildo, and Tom had to stand behind the blow up doll and seemed to be putting some effort into getting the blow up doll’s dildo to stay in the little hole. Ultimately, it totally looked like Tom was fucking the blow up doll in the ass while the blow up doll was fucking the fucking vacuum thing. I just started laughing, and said, “Are we filming this? Because I want this on UTube dudes!”

Jack laughed, “I’m fucking filming Mika, shut up.”

Then, out of nowhere, the blow up doll just pops, and Tom gets thrown back on to the ground, right on his ass with the blow up doll still in his lap, and I am just laughing as the blow up doll’s dildo comes out into the tray of the machine.

All of us got a pretty good laugh out of that one. I had been standing up for most of it, unwittingly (my tent was so showing). Jeff looked over at me, “Mika, dude,” he shook a bit, “come sit down,” and he motioned, not directly so, to the seat next to him. So I sat down next to him. He smelled so good, damn.

Jack packed up another bowl of green. Tom sat in place for a while, then got up and sat in a chair. Jack sat on the ottoman.

“I like how Tom is so strong, isn’t that what you like about Jeff, Mika?” Jack said, as he passed me the weed. Jeff was looking at the tv, and Tom at the machine, and neither seemed to notice the question.

I took a hit of the weed so that I wouldn’t have to answer. I felt Jeff move closer to me. Suddenly he smiled at me, put his arm around my shoulders, and then reached for the remote.

“Eh, Jeff, leave it on,” Jack said. Jeff left his arm around my shoulders. Jeff was really close to me now, in definite Mika territory, and I was really turned on. He just seemed to slumber, wide awake, on me. My heart was pounding, and my virgin dick was full. I opened my eyes, finally, and saw his precious little dick was hard too, all puffed up in his pants. He was breathing so hard, and sweating, he seemed so dazed. I was really worried about him.

While I was thinking about Jeff I saw Tom was naked and whispering to Jack. He said something, then Tom jumped up, he ran up, fully erect, and stuck his dick right into the machine.

I jumped up. Staring at him, Jack cautioned me to stay back. I stood in place while Jack went and turned the machine on! I was stunned. What was happening? Was this some sick plot on Jack’s part?

Then Jack and Tom were making out while Tom fucked the machine, and I could see Tom enjoying it, I wanted to step in, to stop him, but then I felt something touching my arms . . .

When I fell into Jeff I can’t remember exactly anything. First, I felt his fingers around my triceps, tickling them, forcing me to turn around, then his eyes, full of love and lust mixed together just like mine must have been. I remember the way he decided to catch me as I fell, to open his arms and his legs, I remember his legs hugging my waist, pulling my crotch to his ass, his huge, amazing, hairless arms pulling me into my first real kiss. I wet my pants with cum when he pushed his ass up onto my dick. I hadn’t realized he was naked until then. I still had all my clothes on.

We just kissed and fondled and felt each other. Then I heard the click, the machine click.

Tom groaned, so loud it would be like you hear it a mile away, and I was shocked back into the scene. This was not a dream. I was rock fucking hard, and my dick was out of my fly.

“Fuck, Mika, you really are fucking huge!” Jack said. I realized Jack was holding Tom in his arms, and that Tom had no penis, just a ball sac covered in white sticky, cum.

“What the fuck happened?” I asked. Seeing Tom, without his dick, in Jack’s arms, feeling Jeff in my arms, feeling Jeff’s legs around my waist. Fuck, another rush of blood to my dick.

“It’s my turn” Jeff said, ignoring his ringing phone.

“No, no, no! No, Jeff, baby, your little penis.” I pleaded. I just wanted to see it, to touch it once.

“No, Mika, ugh, dude, I want you to own me.” Jeff pushed his body into my arms, sucked on my neck, I was so hard.

“Do it, Mika, let him do it.” Jack said, “You’ll be together forever, he made this all happen, Mika, don’t hurt him. This is it, Mika, you never realized you were his master? His top? ”

Tom laughed at that, playing with his stump, trying to get Jack to kiss him.

“I just want to kiss Jeff.” I felt hot tears down my face, into my mouth. But my dick was so hard, all 11 embarrassing inches of it.

I had to let Jeff have his way.

Jeff stood up, and I stood up. I followed him to the machine. It was humming away. I held his hips, sucking on his neck, running my hands along his body. I grasped his dick, little as it was, littler than mine anyways, and pushed it into the machine. I felt Jeff bucking under me as I fucked his ass, dry, with my virgin dick. He screamed and moaned. His ass was so tight and wonderful, more than I could hope. I was sweating myself now, moaning as I fucked him into the machine. As I fucked him, I could feel on the other side of his ass wall the machine’s plastic tube digging deep into his dick, I felt it yank his dick out by the root. The extra friction triggered my cum, and at the same time I felt Jeff pulsating below me with orgasm. I reached down and touched his wet stump, my stump.