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The Gooner Gang - Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-07-01 00:49:42 +0000 UTCPOV: Caleb
Okay, let me just say this straight up:
I jerk off.
A lot. Like, a lot.
And yeah, maybe it’s messed up, but I think about my friends when I do it sometimes. Not like them fucking me or anything—I mean, maybe—but more like… what they look like when they’re doing it themselves. Sweaty, desperate, eyes glazed over, mouth open. I think about their hands wrapped around their cocks, the way their muscles tense when they cum. I know it’s fucked. I know they’re “straight.” But I can’t stop.
We’re known around school as the Gooner Gang. Some dumb name this chick gave us after she saw a full titty spread on Lucas’s phone and told everyone. I thought it was hilarious. Jake thought it was a badge of honor. Tom hated it. And Lucas, well, he’s just there. But the name stuck.
And honestly? It fits. I know for a fact Jake jerks it like twice a day. Tom pretends he doesn’t, but I’ve seen his search history on his iPad. And Lucas? He sends me reels of tits and ass at 3am. These boys goon. They just don’t admit it.
So I made a plan. Nothing crazy… just a little experiment. A test.
It started with practice. Soccer left us soaked in sweat, our shirts stuck to our bodies, legs sore, dicks probably half-chubbed from all the running. We hit the showers but kept it PG. No peeking, no hard-ons, just fast rinses and towel whips. That was step one.
Step two?
I invited them over.
"Just chillin'," I said. "Game night or whatever." But really, I had one goal:
I wanted to see their dicks.
I set the mood. Snacks, sodas, no parents home. Jake came first, already grabbing his junk through his gym shorts like a fucking animal. Lucas rolled in next, flopped on the bed and started scrolling through TikTok. Tom showed up last—cleaner, quieter, always the one trying not to seem too into anything.
We were all sitting on my floor, legs stretched out, still a little sweaty from practice. I’d been slowly, casually warming them up all day—showing hot girl pics on my phone, sending them memes with ass shots, even "accidentally" playing a video with moaning in it when Lucas handed me the AUX.
"Bro," Jake said, laughing. "You got issues."
"Tell me you wouldn’t smash," I said, holding the screen up again.
Jake leaned in. "Okay damn, yeah, she’s hot."
Tom shook his head. “Y’all are sick.”
"Come on, even you think she’s fine," I said, nudging him.
He shrugged. “She’s not ugly.”
That was good enough.
We kept scrolling, the room full of that chaotic boy energy—loud, playful, horny but pretending not to be. I waited until the moment felt right, and then dropped it.
“You know what’s funny?” I said, stretching back like I was just making conversation. “We’re called the Gooner Gang but like… we’ve never even seen each other’s dicks.”
They all looked at me.
Jake grinned instantly. "Damn, you’re right."
Tom blinked. "Why would we…?"
Lucas just laughed. "That’s a wild thought, not gonna lie."
I smirked, casual as hell, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.
“I mean, we all got one. It’s not like it’s weird. We’ve been friends for years. If we’re gonna live up to the name, might as well go full goon, right?”
Jake was already adjusting his shorts. “You wanna do a dick check or some shit?”
I shrugged. “Why not?”
Tom groaned. “This is so fucking dumb.”
Lucas snorted. “It’s kinda gay.”
Jake grinned at him. “You scared, bro?”
And just like that, I had them. The challenge was in the air—daring, stupid, perfect.
Jake went first, of course.
He slid his shorts down with zero shame. “There. Happy?”
His dick flopped out—thick, veiny, semi-hard. I pretended not to stare, but holy fuck, I felt it in my own cock. The weight of it, the curve, the little bead of precum already forming. I had to clench my thighs.
Lucas followed, pulling his down without much fuss. His dick was slimmer, a little longer, with low-hanging balls and this casual confidence like he didn’t even care we were all looking.
Then Tom—fuckin’ Tom—grumbled, “You guys are insane,” but finally unzipped his jeans. He pulled it out quick, almost angry about it, like he didn’t want to think about the fact that we were all watching. But I watched. Oh, I watched. His cock was uncircumcised, soft but thick, with a fat head peeking through the skin.
And then there was me.
I pulled mine out, trying to keep it chill even though I was already getting half-hard. My cock twitched the second it hit the air, like it knew it had an audience.
Jake looked down and smirked. "Damn, bro. You packing."
I swallowed hard. “You’re not so small yourself.”
We all laughed, but there was something weird in the air now. Charged. Quiet. Like we’d all crossed some invisible line but none of us knew what came next.
Except Jake.
When the other two looked away—talking shit, scrolling their phones again—Jake caught my eye. His smirk was still there, but lower now. He glanced down at my cock… and his started to rise.
Just a little. Just enough to notice.
My dick twitched.
Neither of us said a word.
He shifted closer. Barely an inch. Our thighs touched. His hand brushed against mine like an accident. But I didn’t move.
And in that moment, I knew.
He was thinking it too.
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PART 2 PREVIEW:
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.
