The Gooner Gang - Part 11

POV: Caleb

There was no more pretending.

We didn’t sit around talking about “bro stuff” or make dumb jokes to fill the air. No more teasing. No more almosts.

We came for one thing.

And we were about to f*cking do it.

Jake stood in front of us, cock already swelling in his gym shorts, and said what we were all thinking:

“So… are we really doing this?”

Lucas was the first to nod. “Hell yeah.”

Tom’s lips parted. He hesitated—half a breath—and then nodded too.

I didn’t say anything.

I just pulled my shirt off and let it drop.

And the rest of them followed.

Four guys. Four bodies. Stripped bare in the heat of my bedroom. Our cocks hanging heavy, already leaking, already pulsing. We stood there for a second, just staring.

It was silent.

Then Lucas stepped behind Tom and started kissing his neck, slow and greedy.

Jake grabbed my waist and pulled me into a kiss — open-mouthed, wet, desperate.

Hands went everywhere. Stomachs, thighs, asses. The air was thick with sweat and moans.

I dropped to my knees first.

Jake’s cock was in front of me — flushed, slick with pre. I didn’t even think. I took him into my mouth and groaned as his hand found my hair again.

Then Lucas did the same to Tom.

We were on our knees together, side by side, sucking our friends’ cocks like it was instinct. Like we needed it. The room was filled with sloppy sucking sounds, short gasps, the rustle of skin on skin.

Jake groaned. “Fuuuuck… Caleb, yes…”

Tom’s hand was on Lucas’s head, guiding him slowly. He was clearly new to being on the receiving end from another guy… but he liked it. His cock twitched every time Lucas moaned around it.

Jake pulled me up into another kiss, tasting himself on my tongue. His fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking hard and fast, matching my rhythm on him.

I reached between Lucas and Tom and grabbed both their cocks, jerking them together while they kissed for the first time — soft, tentative, then deep and open-mouthed like they’d been dying for it.

There were limbs everywhere. My bed creaked under the weight of all of us. We were all over each other. My mouth was on Jake, then Tom. Lucas sucked me while I kissed Jake. Hands jerked. Fingers slid. The air smelled like sex. Raw. Hungry.

Lucas got down behind me and started licking between my cheeks. I gasped, gripping the sheets. His tongue was fast and dirty, his hands spreading me open as Jake knelt in front of me again, cock slapping my lips.

I sucked while Lucas rimmed me, and Jake f*cking moaned like it was too much to watch.

Tom lay back against the pillows, panting, stroking his cock fast while Lucas climbed on top of him and started grinding against him, their cocks rubbing together, both leaking nonstop.

Jake kissed me again, messy and out of breath, his hand squeezing my ass.

“I want more,” he whispered, eyes dark.

He reached into the drawer beside my bed and pulled out the bottle of lube.

“Caleb…” he said, voice low and wrecked, “can I… f*ck you?”

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FINAL PART (for now) PREVIEW

I was f*cking ready.

The tip of his cock pressed against me, slow, teasing.

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