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Tom's Fantasy - The Gooner Gang Chapter 20
🕑 Added 2025-08-09 22:00:02 +0000 UTCTom’s POV
There’s a particular kind of high I only get when I’m seconds away from being caught.
That heartbeat-in-my-throat, sweat-on-my-back, mouth-too-dry-to-swallow kind of high.
So when Caleb asked me what my fantasy was, I didn’t hesitate.
“I wanna cum,” I said, grinning wide, “somewhere we shouldn’t. I want to get caught. Or almost caught. I want the risk.”
They stared.
Then Lucas just laughed. “Of course you do.”
We started that same evening.
The Balcony
It was almost dusk. That golden hour where everything glows orange and the ocean looks like it’s on fire. I stepped out onto the second-floor balcony of the beach house, towel around my waist, shirtless, barefoot.
I sat down in one of the wooden chairs, leaned back, and spread my legs.
Caleb came out first, then Jake and Lucas. All three knew the plan.
“You sure?” Jake whispered.
“Positive,” I grinned. “Make it look casual.”
They sat around me, chatting. From the beach trail, people could see the top half of our bodies. No one would expect we were jerking off.
But I was.
So were they.
Lucas slid his hand under his shorts. Caleb was already hard. I undid the towel and let it fall slightly. The breeze hit my cock like a tease. Caleb reached over, under the table, and started stroking me, slow and steady.
I fought to keep my face neutral, nodding along to Jake’s made-up story about surfing.
Footsteps echoed from the boardwalk below. A couple passed. The girl laughed.
My cock twitched in Caleb’s fist. I had to bite my cheek.
“Hold it,” he whispered.
I did. Just barely.
The Outdoor Shower
The next morning, I made my move.
The outdoor shower was behind the house, barely shielded by a half-wall and a rickety door that never stayed shut. The perfect setup.
Jake stood watch.
I stood under the water, soap slipping down my chest, as Lucas crouched behind me and Caleb pressed in front.
The door creaked open with the wind. Wide open.
Anyone could’ve seen me being jerked from both sides, water trickling down my body, mouth open in a silent moan.
“Don’t stop,” I hissed. “Let them see. Let them hear.”
“No one’s coming,” Jake teased from behind the corner. “Yet.”
I didn’t last long.
But I didn’t cum either. I was saving that.
Midnight Beach
That night, we hit the beach. I wore only swim trunks. The others walked beside me, quiet, horny, amped.
We found a darker corner near the dunes, close enough to hear laughter from the bar nearby. Strangers passed us every few minutes.
I laid down, half-buried in the warm sand, pretending to stargaze.
Lucas sat behind me, slowly stroking under my waistband. I arched my back, breathing deep. Jake leaned over, whispering dirty shit in my ear—just enough to make me shiver.
A flashlight beam swept over us once. We froze.
Then it passed.
I almost came right there.
Outside the Beach Bar
“Alright,” I said. “One more. Let’s go big.”
We sat down on the low stone wall outside the beach bar, legs dangling, beers in hand. Music thumped inside. Tourists and locals mingled around us, not even looking twice.
Underneath our trunks, we were edging.
All four of us.
Simultaneously.
Casually chatting like nothing was happening.
Jake’s eyes fluttered. Lucas bit his lip so hard it turned white. Caleb looked straight at me, sweating, his hand moving just slow enough under the fabric.
And me?
I couldn’t hold it anymore.
A family passed. A dog barked. My thighs trembled. I jerked hard, just once, and then stopped.
I came.
I actually came in my trunks in the middle of public.
They didn’t notice.
But it was the best damn orgasm I’d ever denied.
Back at the House
My cock was raw. My balls were aching. My head was spinning.
They laid me on the bed like a reward. My prize.
Lucas kissed my chest. Caleb kissed my thighs. Jake held my hand and whispered, “Let it out, baby.”
The three of them took turns stroking me. Soft, then hard. Fast, then torturously slow. Vibrator on my hole, lube pooling around me.
I screamed when I finally came again.
It wasn’t just cum.
It was everything.
I’d never felt so alive.
As I collapsed back into the mattress, panting, Caleb ruffled my hair.
“That was one hell of a fantasy,” he whispered.
I grinned.
“Yeah,” I said. “So… who’s next?”
