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The Gooner Gang - Part 14
🕑 Added 2025-07-27 22:00:02 +0000 UTCPOV: Caleb
It was the night before we left for the beach house. A whole weekend just for us—no distractions, no pretending, no holding back. Just the four of us and all the filthy tension that had been building nonstop ever since that cookie pact.
I was in my room, lights off, AC humming, sprawled on my bed in just my briefs. The kind of silence that makes you feel your own heartbeat. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything we’d done… and everything I still wanted to do.
I’d jerked off earlier that afternoon but it wasn’t enough. Not even close. My mind was a fucking reel of nasty images: Jake’s thick cock slapping against my cheek, Tom’s voice when he moans low and desperate, Lucas riding me while looking me straight in the eye… fuck.
My hand slid under my waistband again.
What would it be like to see them all fuck at once? A proper train. Maybe Jake behind me, fucking me while I sucked Tom, while Lucas jerked off watching us, begging for his turn.
I wanted to be used like that. I wanted to be ruined by all of them.
And maybe, just maybe… one day, I’d finally get to be the one fucking Jake.
That thought alone made my cock twitch so hard I groaned out loud.
Just as I was sliding my briefs down to let it spring free, there was a knock on my door.
I sat up, startled, yanking the covers over my lap.
“Yo,” came Jake’s voice from the other side. “You home?”
Shit. My heart jumped in a mix of excitement and panic.
“Uh—yeah, come in.”
He pushed the door open casually, wearing a hoodie, mesh shorts, and that easy grin that always made me weak. His hair was messy, like he hadn’t planned to come over but couldn’t help himself.
“I needed to borrow sunscreen,” he said, holding up his phone like it was proof. “Mom said she packed the wrong one and I figured you had that good SPF shit.”
I blinked, still catching up.
“Oh, uh, yeah, it’s in my bathroom.”
He walked in like it was his own place, glancing around. “You were sleeping?”
“No.” I was still shirtless, obviously flustered.
Jake’s eyes dropped for a second, right where the sheet tented in my lap. A smirk tugged at his lips.
“You were thinking nasty shit again, weren’t you?”
I didn’t answer.
He stepped closer. “About me?”
I bit my lip. “About all of us.”
He reached the edge of the bed and sat down, legs spread, cock outlined clearly in his shorts.
“I can’t fucking wait for this weekend.”
“Same.”
He looked over at me, eyes darker now. “You remember what you said yesterday?”
“Which part?”
“About wanting to see Tom and me finally get fucked.”
I nodded.
Jake leaned in. “You’re so fucking obsessed with us.”
“I love you guys,” I muttered without thinking. “All of you. Every part of you.”
“Even this?” he asked, palming his cock through his shorts.
I pulled the covers off. My dick was hard, pointing straight up. “Especially that.”
And then he kissed me.
It wasn’t rushed. It was slow, wet, open-mouthed and deep. Like we’d been holding this in all day and couldn’t wait anymore. He climbed onto the bed, pushing me back, grinding his hips into mine. Our cocks slid against each other, both of us moaning into each other’s mouths.
I yanked off his hoodie, tugged his shorts down. His cock smacked against my stomach—already leaking.
“I missed this,” I whispered. “Even though it’s only been like two days.”
“Same.”
We kept kissing, rolling against each other until he broke away and slid down my body.
Jake sucked me like he’d been starving for it—deep, sloppy, stroking me with one hand while fondling my balls with the other. His spit dripped down my shaft, making it even slicker. I grabbed the back of his head and thrusted gently, letting myself get lost in the moment.
Then I pulled him up. I wanted him, badly. I needed to feel him against me, around me.
“I wanna fuck you,” I said.
Jake froze.
He looked down at me, blinking. His expression changed—still horny, but something else. Like fear mixed with curiosity.
“I’ve never…”
“I’ll go slow,” I promised. “You’d love it.”
He licked his lips, his cock still hard between us.
I pushed my hips up, letting my cock slide against his ass cheeks. Jake’s breath hitched.
“I just wanna feel it,” I whispered. “Just for a second.”
He nodded hesitantly and straddled me. My tip slid between his cheeks, not inside yet—just teasing, just rubbing. We both moaned.
It felt so right. His body was warm and soft and strong at the same time, and the idea of being the first to fuck Jake made my brain go blank.
I angled myself and started to press against his hole, just a little.
Jake suddenly gasped and pulled back.
“Wait,” he said. “Not yet. I… I want it. But not now.”
I paused, heart thudding.
He leaned down, kissed me softly. “I want the Gooner Gang to see it. I want them all there when it happens.”
That made my whole body tingle.
“Okay,” I whispered. “We’ll wait.”
Jake smiled against my lips. “But for now…”
He flipped me over.
And fucked me like he needed to make up for stopping me. His thrusts were deep, desperate, his cock hitting every spot that made me moan like a slut. We came together, hot and messy, panting into each other’s skin.
Afterward, we lay tangled in my sheets, sweaty and half-asleep.
“I can’t fucking wait for tomorrow,” Jake said.
“Me neither.”
Tomorrow, the beach house.
Tomorrow, all of us.
Tomorrow, anything goes.
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We hadn’t been on the road for ten minutes when Tom leaned forward from the middle row, grabbed Jake’s thigh, and said, “You didn’t think we’d wait till the beach, did you?”
