The Gooner Gang - Part 8

POV: Caleb

The second the door shut behind Lucas that night, it was on.

We didn’t even pretend to hang out. No fake movie playing. No chips or Gatorade or lame banter. Just tension. Electricity. Three guys sitting way too close in a room that already smelled like memory—sweat, cum, and the kind of heat that doesn’t go away when the air cools.

Jake looked at me, then at Lucas.

“So,” he said, already pulling off his shirt, “how far we takin’ this?”

Lucas kicked off his shoes like he was in a hurry. “Further.”

I didn’t even answer. I just stood, yanked my shirt over my head, and let the rest follow. My dick was already halfway hard. So was Jake’s. Lucas was leaking the second his briefs hit the floor.

We were there.

Jake grabbed lube from my drawer—because of course I had it now—and tossed it in the middle of the bed like it was a dare.

The room got quiet. Just heavy breathing and the slick sound of stroking. I knelt between Jake’s legs, took him in my mouth while Lucas kissed down my back, his hand finding my cock, jerking me in rhythm with my mouth.

Then I switched, sucking Lucas while Jake rubbed slow circles on my lower back. Everything was hot skin and panting, hands gripping thighs, mouths dripping spit.

Jake kissed Lucas.

Lucas kissed me.

Somehow I ended up in Jake’s lap, grinding against him while Lucas knelt behind me, jerking himself with fast, hungry strokes, watching us like he couldn’t believe he was in it now.

There wasn’t a moment of pause. No shame. No hesitation.

Just three college dudes gooning out like it was religion.

Lucas sucked Jake.

Jake sucked me.

I sucked them both, taking turns like I couldn’t decide which one I wanted more.

There was cum on my tongue, sweat in my eyes, and my brain felt like static electricity.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I gasped, hand pumping Lucas while Jake sucked my balls, tongue greedy.

“Don’t stop,” Lucas moaned. “I wanna cum on both of you—”

Click.

The door opened.

“Hey, I think I left my—”

Tom’s voice froze.

So did we.

Three naked bodies, tangled, shiny with spit and sweat. Jake’s mouth still open. My hand still wrapped around Lucas’s cock.

Lucas didn’t even try to cover up.

Tom just stood there.

Mouth open.

Eyes wide.

Red-faced.

Frozen.

The silence was louder than anything else.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Tom…”

I swallowed hard, cock still hard in my fist.

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What the hell did I just see? Why couldn’t I stop seeing it?