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The Gooner Gang - Part 18
🕑 Added 2025-08-05 22:00:04 +0000 UTCPOV: Caleb
The moon hung low and swollen above the ocean, casting a silver shimmer across the dark water. I followed Jake barefoot through the sand, still naked from the night’s session. The others were passed out inside, tangled in each other, twitching in their dreams.
But Jake had taken my hand. Quietly. Intentionally.
Now we stood at the shoreline, the waves gently lapping at our ankles.
“Come on,” he whispered. “Let’s cool off.”
He didn’t wait. He jogged forward into the sea, muscles lit up by moonlight, ass bouncing as the water climbed his thighs. I couldn’t not stare. I followed him in, goosebumps trailing my skin as the cool water wrapped around us.
By the time I reached him, we were waist-deep, and he spun to face me—eyes glowing, lips parted.
And then we crashed together.
His lips found mine with hunger and softness at once, tasting like salt and sex and something so much more. We kissed and kissed, deeper each time, tongues sliding, teeth scraping lips. His arms wrapped around my back as I pressed against him, our cocks rubbing under the water, already half hard again.
I moaned into his mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good…”
He licked down my neck, biting gently, whispering filth between kisses. “You’re mine now, Caleb. You know that, right?”
I didn’t answer—I just kissed him harder.
We ducked under the water for a second, laughing, splashing each other like kids, but the tension kept pulling us back together. Our hands wandered—underwater, fingers sliding around each other’s asses, stroking each other’s cocks slowly, teasing.
He dropped to his knees, the water up to his shoulders, and sucked me off right there, lips stretching around my cock, warm mouth a perfect contrast to the cool sea. My hands tangled in his wet hair as he bobbed, moaning, looking up at me while I bit my lip.
I pulled him up before I could cum, yanking him into another kiss. I spun him around, lifted him slightly, and sank to my knees, returning the favor. I ate his ass, tongue greedy and wet, while he groaned into the stars, fists clenched in the water.
We couldn’t get enough of each other.
Eventually, he pushed me back, held my waist, and looked me in the eyes. “It’s my turn.”
I nodded.
He lined up, hand guiding his thick cock to my entrance, holding me as the water supported us. He entered me slowly—so slowly I could feel every inch—and I gasped, digging my fingers into his shoulders.
“Oh fuck… Jake…”
He moaned in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He started thrusting gently, rocking into me as the waves moved with us, his breath ragged against my cheek, his cock hitting just right. I wrapped my legs around him, pulled him deeper. We were chest-to-chest, forehead to forehead, kissing between every breath.
It wasn’t just fucking.
It was something else.
And then, while we were still moving, still kissing, he whispered:
“Why didn’t you let the others fuck you?” I asked, curious, heart racing.
Jake’s thrusts slowed. He looked at me. “Because I only wanted you to.”
My throat tightened.
He added, voice quieter now, “I’m doing all of this because of you, Caleb. Only you.”
I laughed softly, kissed his mouth. “Jake…”
But then he pulled back just enough to say it—clear, solid, shaking slightly:
“I love you.”
I froze.
My first instinct was to think he was dirty talking. It sounded like something said mid-thrust. But the way he looked at me—eyes wide and exposed—I knew it was real.
He kept moving inside me, slower now, intimate.
“I mean, I love Lucas and Tom too,” he said. “But I love love you.”
Something in me cracked open.
I kissed him hard, like I wanted to devour him. “I’ve always felt it too. Something special… since the start. I didn’t wanna admit it.”
We kept fucking through it—kiss after kiss, wordless moans, holding each other tight.
And when I finally came, it was all over both our chests, my body trembling as he kept thrusting.
Jake followed right after, whispering “I love you” again as he emptied inside me, burying his face in my neck.
I kissed him one more time and whispered it back. “I love you too.”
We stayed in the water a while, floating in each other’s arms, the ocean around us like a secret hiding place. Our lips kept brushing. Our hands never stopped touching.
Then, Jake spoke again, barely audible.
“What if we left the Gooner Gang? Just you and me?”
My heart stuttered.
I pulled back slightly. “Jake… we made a pact. I can’t leave Lucas and Tom behind. And honestly? I still like being with them.”
He sighed. “I do too. I love it. But… you surpass everything.”
I shook my head, smiling. “I won’t leave the Gooner Gang. I won’t leave them.”
Jake kissed my cheek. “It’s okay. I don’t want to leave either. I just…” He paused. “Maybe… there’s another way around this.”
I tilted my head. “Like what?”
His eyes sparkled. “Maybe one day we recruit new members. Pass the torch. Retire. Make it exclusive again. Just us.”
I grinned. “That might be a good idea someday.”
He laughed and splashed me. “Someday.”
I kissed him again, softly this time. “Let’s enjoy the prime days of the Gooner Gang first.”
He nodded. “Deal.”
We waded back toward the shore, still holding hands, still naked and sticky and in love.
And under the moonlight, for the first time, I felt like we weren’t just gooners anymore. We were something more.
