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Caleb's Fantasy - The Gooner Gang Part 22
🕑 Added 2025-08-13 22:00:03 +0000 UTCCaleb's POV
I’ve always been the one to lead. The one with the dirty ideas, the plans, the first confession. The one who cracked the goon code open and invited the others in.
But I never told them the full truth.
Not until that night.
We were lounging on the terrace, still buzzing from Jake’s session, moonlight draped over our sweaty skin. I could’ve stayed quiet. But something about that week, the way we had bared our bodies and hearts, made it impossible to hold back.
“I have a fantasy,” I said, voice low.
They all turned to look.
“I want to be… the center of it all. Not in control. Not leading. I want to be seen. Touched. Filmed. Praised. Like, I want you all to jerk off to me. While I put on a show. I want to feel wanted. Claimed. Marked.”
Lucas blinked, then grinned. “Fuck. That’s hot.”
Jake leaned in. “You want us to crown you?”
I swallowed and nodded.
Tom stood up. “Then let’s build your throne, king.”
—
The setup was beautiful and obscene.
The guys arranged pillows in a wide circle on the living room floor. In the center: a lush nest of blankets and cushions for me. They placed phones and a GoPro around the edges, all recording. Lights dimmed, candles lit.
They wanted this to feel holy.
I sat naked in the center, already hard, breath shallow as Lucas adjusted the camera. “This angle catches all of you,” he said. “Your face. Your cock. The way you squirm.”
I moaned at just that.
Then I began to touch myself.
Slow. Deliberate. I moaned louder than usual—because I wanted them to hear me, to need me. I spread my legs wide, head thrown back, playing with my cock and stroking my hole lazily with my other hand. I looked at each of them one by one, smirking.
“You like what you see?” I whispered.
Their hands were already on their dicks.
Jake was the first to groan. “Fuck, Caleb.”
I arched my back, leaking all over my stomach. I lifted two fingers to my mouth and sucked them, then slid them between my cheeks, teasing myself.
“Fuck to me,” I begged. “Cum to me.”
Their moans echoed back.
—
Then they moved in.
Lucas was first. He crawled up behind me, gently pushed my thighs open, and began to eat me out. His tongue was slow and sensual, circling my hole while I stroked myself for the camera.
“God, you taste like you’ve been waiting,” he murmured, before diving back in.
Tom kissed my chest and neck, one hand stroking my side, the other teasing my nipple. He looked at me like I was art.
“You’re our prize,” he whispered.
Jake knelt in front of me, eyes wild. “Can I…?”
I nodded, desperate. He lubed himself fast and slid in, slow but deep, his eyes never leaving mine.
The cameras caught everything. Lucas’s tongue still working me open, Tom kissing my collarbones, Jake fucking me like I was the hottest thing he’d ever touched.
I wasn’t leading anymore.
I was their altar.
—
Later, they pulled back into a circle.
We were all on the edge.
I knelt in the center, trembling, completely wrecked. My cock pulsed untouched, my lips swollen, my skin marked with kisses and teeth. The cameras still rolled.
Jake whispered, “You ready to be crowned, baby?”
I nodded.
And then it happened.
They stroked themselves to the edge, watching me pant and squirm. I locked eyes with each of them. Lucas was biting his lip. Tom’s breath was shaking. Jake was groaning, veins bulging.
“Now,” I gasped. “Do it now—please—”
They came.
All at once.
Hot ribbons of cum hit my chest, my thighs, my face. Jake’s landed across my tongue. Tom groaned my name as his shot dripped down my shoulder. Lucas marked my stomach.
I was dripping.
I was claimed.
I didn’t even need to touch myself. I came untouched, sobbing through it, body jerking from the force. It felt like the whole week—the fantasies, the teasing, the love—was pouring out of me.
Afterward, I collapsed onto the cushions. They surrounded me instantly, wiping me gently, kissing my cheeks, stroking my hair.
“You’re the core,” Jake whispered.
“The center of us,” Lucas added.
“Our king,” Tom finished.
And in that sticky, spent pile of skin and breath, I never felt more full.
More wanted.
More home.
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We are reaching the end of the second season, tomorrow I will post the final chapter. I don't know if I will keep doing this series, but I will keep the ending open in case y'all still want more chapters :)
