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The Gooner Gang - Part 12 (Season Finale)
🕑 Added 2025-07-16 22:00:06 +0000 UTCPOV: Caleb
Jake’s fingers were slick with lube.
My knees trembled as I leaned forward, bracing myself on the edge of the bed, my cock hanging heavy, leaking onto the sheets. His hand gripped my hip, steadying me.
“You good?” he asked, voice husky.
I nodded.
I was more than good.
I was f*cking ready.
The tip of his cock pressed against me, slow, teasing. I gasped as he eased in — inch by inch — until he bottomed out with a low, primal groan.
“Ohhh f*ck…”
We stilled, just breathing. Sweat already slicking my chest, my abs flexing from the stretch. Then he started moving.
Slow.
Rhythmic.
Grinding deep, deep inside me.
I moaned into the mattress. Loud. Unashamed.
Lucas and Tom were jerking off, watching with wide eyes. Lucas was kneeling at the foot of the bed, biting his lip, and Tom was right behind him, stroking them both, faster and faster.
The sounds — slick, wet, breathy — were everywhere.
Jake leaned over my back, hips slapping against me, hands gripping my waist tighter.
“You feel so f*cking good,” he panted.
I couldn’t respond. Just moaned, louder, harder, desperate.
Then I felt lips on my own cock.
Lucas.
He’d moved between my legs, taking me in his mouth while Jake f*cked me from behind. His tongue swirled, sloppy and greedy, his fingers massaging my balls while my entire body shook from the overstimulation.
I was being filled, sucked, touched, used—and it was perfect.
Jake’s pace picked up.
Lucas moaned around my cock.
Tom was panting now too, his strokes wild, eyes locked on my body getting wrecked by both of them.
Jake pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and twitching.
He looked over at Tom.
“Your turn.”
Tom froze.
“You sure?” he asked, breathless.
I looked back at him, sweating, gasping.
“Do it,” I said.
Lucas moved aside and let Tom step in. He poured lube into his palm, breathing hard, eyes wild. His cock was thick and red and dripping.
He lined up.
And slid inside.
I cried out.
Tom was deeper. Slower. More careful at first — but the moment he heard me moan for real, he lost control.
He grabbed my hips and thrust.
Again.
And again.
Jake kissed me from the side, jerking himself, panting in my ear. Lucas was back to licking my balls, his tongue exploring every inch.
It was filthy. Sensual. Overwhelming.
I looked up just in time to see Lucas lie back, pulling Jake on top of him.
Jake lined himself up — and slid into Lucas, just as Tom slammed deeper inside me.
Four bodies.
All tangled.
All moaning.
All fcking.*
I reached behind and stroked myself, already throbbing.
Lucas was moaning Jake’s name. Tom was cursing under his breath as he f*cked me harder. My head was spinning.
Sweat dripped onto the sheets. The room stank of sex and heat and us.
I felt myself tipping over.
“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped.
Jake moaned, “Do it. F*cking do it, bro.”
Tom grabbed my cock and stroked it with me.
And I exploded.
Harder than I ever have in my life. Ropes of cum shot across the bed, my legs shaking, my vision going white.
Tom followed — slamming deep one last time before filling me up with a loud, broken groan.
Lucas cried out as Jake slammed into him one more time, cumming hard inside him, both of them panting and writhing.
We collapsed.
All of us.
Limbs tangled. Cum everywhere.
Breathing heavy. Sweaty. Shaking.
The room was wrecked.
We lay there in silence for a few seconds, the only sound our gasps and the buzz of a fan spinning overhead.
Then Jake let out a hoarse laugh.
“Well, boys…” he said, stretching his arms over his head, “…we earned the name now.”
Lucas grinned. “We’re not just the Gooner Gang…”
Tom chuckled, wiping sweat from his forehead.
“…we’re the f*cking definition of it.”
I looked around at them — my best friends, my gooning partners, my brothers in sin.
And I smiled.
“We are the Gooner Gang.”
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This is the end of the series! I hope you liked it. I'll continue with more stories but if you want these characters to return, leave a comment.
