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The Gooner Gang - Part 9
🕑 Added 2025-07-13 22:00:07 +0000 UTCPOV: Tom
I shouldn’t have come back.
I knew it the second I opened the door.
I just… forgot my charger, that’s all. That’s the only reason I returned. I thought everyone had gone home or passed out early again.
But no.
There they were.
Caleb. Jake. Lucas.
Naked.
Mouths, hands, hips—everywhere.
A wet sound I’ll never un-hear. Caleb’s head tilted back. Jake on his knees. Lucas moaning like he was possessed.
And then they saw me.
We locked eyes.
Caleb’s hand was still wrapped around Lucas’s dick.
I didn’t say anything. I just turned and walked out.
Fast.
Not running, but… yeah. Close.
Now I’m in my room. Door locked. Lights off. Heart hammering like I just sprinted the whole way back.
I tossed the charger on my desk. Like that even matters now.
What the hell did I just see?
Why couldn’t I stop seeing it?
I lay back on my bed, still dressed, breathing hard like I just escaped something dangerous.
Caleb’s mouth.
Jake’s fingers.
Lucas’s moan.
I feel it before I admit it: the slow swell in my jeans. The throb I don’t want to acknowledge.
I squeeze my eyes shut, whispering to no one. “That was wrong. That was… gross.”
But my cock disagrees.
Loudly.
The memory plays on a loop behind my eyelids. The way Jake licked his lips. The way Caleb touched Lucas so confidently. Like it wasn’t even weird. Like it was just natural.
Like it felt good.
I shift, and I feel the pressure between my legs. A full-on hard-on now. No hiding it. I haven’t been this hard in days.
I curse under my breath.
Still… my hand moves.
At first, I just press. Just enough to ease the tension. Just to check. But then I unzip, slowly, and slide my hand in.
Warm.
Hard.
Real.
And I start stroking.
Slow.
I imagine what it felt like for Caleb. How he held Lucas. The way he kissed Jake without thinking.
Would they have kissed me like that?
Would they have let me join?
My breath quickens.
I jerk harder now, fist wrapped tight. My hips lift off the bed with every stroke. My chest rises and falls. I’m whispering things I’d never say out loud.
“Fuck…”
“Yes…”
“Don’t stop…”
I imagine Jake on his knees for me. Lucas sucking me off while Caleb strokes my thigh.
I imagine their hands all over me. Their cum mixing with mine.
My legs twitch. My head rolls back.
I moan—quiet, but guttural.
And then I explode.
Harder than I have in months.
It’s messy. Fast. Intense. My hand’s soaked. My thighs too. I gasp for air like I’ve been drowning in it.
Shaking.
Silent.
Spent.
I just lie there.
Staring at the ceiling, hand still wrapped around my softening cock, sweat cooling on my skin.
What the hell am I doing?
I wipe myself down. Grab tissues. Wash up. Don’t look in the mirror. Can’t.
I sit on the edge of my bed, still breathing heavy.
Then my phone buzzes.
It’s a message.
Lucas:
hey man… sorry u saw that. hope ur okay. didn’t mean to make it weird.
I stare at it.
Something in my chest twists. Not anger. Not shame.
Just... want.
I type back, fingers trembling.
Me:
no need to apologize. i’ll talk to you guys tomorrow night.
I hit send.
And I’m not sure if I’m terrified.
Or turned on.
Maybe both.
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PART 10 PREVIEW
Back again at Caleb's POV!
Lucas nodded. “Yeah. Whatever. He can’t take this away from us.”
I looked between them — my partners in crime, my gooner twins, my f*cking downfall.
I couldn’t argue. This — whatever this was — it had gone too far to undo.
