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The Gooner Gang - Part 2
🕑 Added 2025-07-01 00:53:23 +0000 UTCPOV: Caleb
The room was getting warm. Or maybe that was just me.
We were still half-naked from our little “gooner reveal”—dicks out, pretending it was no big deal. Tom had awkwardly tugged his jeans back up but left them unzipped. Lucas was still lounging in just his boxers, half-scrolling through his phone, half-eyedropping glances at the rest of us.
But Jake? Jake was still fully naked. His dick lay soft across his thigh, heavy and proud like it belonged there.
He stretched out on my bed like a fucking cat and said, “Shit, it’s hot in here.”
I swallowed. Yeah. No kidding.
Jake turned to the rest of us. “Honestly… why don’t we just chill like this? We’re all guys, right? It’s not weird unless we make it weird.”
Tom groaned. “Bro…”
“Nah, seriously,” Jake said, sitting up slightly. His abs flexed as he leaned back on his elbows. “Think about it. We’re known as the Gooner Gang. We just showed each other our cocks. What’s next, we start pretending we’re shy?”
Lucas laughed. “I mean… I am kinda sweaty.”
Tom looked like he wanted to evaporate, but he didn’t say no.
Jake looked over at me and grinned. “You good with it, Caleb?”
I nodded, too quickly. “Yeah. Kinda… cozy like this.”
Jake smiled wider, then shifted, scooting closer to where I was sitting. His thigh brushed mine again, warm, solid, deliberate.
I felt a jolt in my chest. His cock was still out. So was mine. We were just… sitting there, dicks hanging, knees touching. Not talking. Not really.
But his eyes met mine. And something passed between us—this unspoken thing. A challenge. A question.
My cock started to swell. Again.
I didn’t look down. Just stared back at him, matching his energy, feeling the way his breath slowed a little… deepened. Like he felt it too.
Lucas flopped back on the bed and said, “We should put on porn or something. Just for the vibes.”
Tom barked a laugh. “That’s definitely gay.”
“Not if we don’t touch each other,” Jake said, eyes still locked on mine. “It’s just… synchronized gooning.”
I swallowed hard. My cock pulsed. “Yeah,” I said, my voice barely working. “Why not?”
Lucas shrugged and grabbed the remote. Porn started playing on my TV—a full-volume moaning mess of tits bouncing and cocks pumping.
But I wasn’t watching the screen.
Jake wasn’t either.
He was still looking at me. Eyes dark, jaw tight. His cock was rising, slow and steady, like he couldn’t stop it. I felt mine doing the same. My breath caught.
The room was full of porn sounds, but I couldn’t hear any of it. Just the sound of my own heartbeat.
Jake wrapped his hand around his dick. Real casual. Real slow. Like he was just adjusting, but he didn’t let go.
I did the same.
And then we were stroking. Not fast. Just… in sync. Inches apart. Our thighs brushing with every movement. Still staring, not saying a fucking word. My heart felt like it was gonna burst.
Tom was to my left, moaning low. Lucas had his head tilted back, eyes half-lidded, biting his lip as he jerked himself in slow, lazy strokes.
But me and Jake?
We weren’t watching the porn. We were watching each other.
It was electric. Every inch of skin was alive. I watched the way his hand moved, the little twitch of his abs when he got to the head. He was leaking, just like me—wet, red, hard as fuck.
I wanted to touch him so bad it hurt.
And then—thank fucking God—Tom gasped and came first, groaning and slumping forward, breathing heavy.
Lucas followed seconds later, panting, biting his fist, cum striping his stomach.
“Shit,” Tom muttered, already standing. “Where’s your paper towels, Caleb?”
“Bathroom,” I croaked. “Under the sink.”
They both got up, still half-naked, dicks softening, laughing as they stumbled into the hallway.
The door clicked shut.
And I turned to Jake.
He was already looking at me, like he knew.
We didn’t even speak. His hand left his cock—and slid toward mine.
My breath caught.
I reached for his.
Skin on skin.
His cock was hot, pulsing in my palm. Smooth. Bigger than I expected. And his hand wrapped around mine like he needed it. His thumb brushed over the slit, spreading my precum.
I moaned. Quiet. Almost scared someone would hear.
We started stroking each other, fast and frantic now, no more pretending. His hips bucked into my fist, and I was humping his hand like I hadn’t jerked in weeks.
I looked at him. He looked at me.
And we fucking came.
Together.
His cum hit my chest. Mine splashed across his fingers. My body shook like it couldn’t take it. He bit his lip, trying not to moan too loud.
And then—panic.
We scrambled. Wiped each other down with our shirts, just in time.
The door creaked open. Tom and Lucas walked in, tossing paper towels like it was nothing.
Jake leaned back, cool as fuck, wiping his forehead like he’d just beat a video game.
I sat there, heart racing, cum drying on my stomach, dick still twitching in my boxers.
And I knew.
This wasn’t gonna stop here.
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PART 3 Preview:
“You touching yourself again?” Jake asked, like it was nothing. Like we were just talking about the weather.
