Goon Bro — Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: The Movie

We woke up with our dicks rock hard, morning wood poking through the blankets. Without a hint of shame, we flopped them out, giving each other a casual nod of approval. “Morning, cock bro,” Miles said, his voice still groggy but his grin already in full swing. I laughed, grabbing my shaft and giving it a few lazy strokes, milking a thick bead of pre-cum from the tip. I smeared it across my head, lubing myself up, and he did the same, his fingers gliding over his shiny cock.

“Never cum,” I said, my voice low, almost ritualistic.

“Never cum,” he echoed, his hand still moving lazily.

We locked eyes, our hands moving in sync, jerking slowly at first, then faster, then slow again, the rhythm hypnotic. Our breathing matched the pace, shallow and heavy, as we edged closer to the brink. My fingers brushed against his balls, then wrapped around his shaft, feeling the heat and the slickness of pre-cum. He did the same to me, his grip firm but teasing, his thumb swirling over my tip.

“Penis,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, but he heard it, his lips curling into a grin.

“Sperm tanks are full,” he replied, his hand tightening around me, making me feel like heaven.

We were both worked up, already on the edge, but we didn’t want to cum. Not yet. It was about the build-up, the tension, the denial. We were gooners, and this was our ritual. Our hands moved faster, our breaths catching, our bodies trembling with the effort to hold back. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the familiar ache that told me I was close, but I didn’t want to let go. Not yet.

Then, suddenly, we stopped. Our hands froze, our cocks throbbing. A big glob of pre-cum, almost white, beaded at his tip. The tension was unbearable. We looked at each other, our eyes wide, our chests heaving. The moment hung in the air, before we both started smiling widely, the mix of joy and the absurdity of it hitting us all at once.

“Never cum,” I said, my voice shaky but firm.

He nodded, his hand still resting on my shaft, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin underneath, teasing, torturing.

We sat there for a moment, our cocks still hard, our bodies still buzzing with the energy of the edge. It was a strange kind of high, one that left us both exhilarated and desperate for more. But for now, we were content to just sit there, our hands resting on each other, the weird bond between us stronger than ever.

Then, without a word, we got up, threw on some towels, and headed to the shower together. The hot water steamed up the bathroom as we showered at the same time, washing off the remnants of all the debauchery. Our cocks stayed hard the whole time, brushing against each other as we soaped up. We joked about how we were practically pros at being perverts now. I squirted soap on his perky ass, and rubbed his cheeks in circles, even getting a finger in his hole.

When we dressed and got downstairs, my mom was in the kitchen, flipping pancakes, completely oblivious to the fact that we’d just showered together with erections that wouldn’t quit.

“Morning, boys!” she chirped, setting plates in front of us. We wolfed down the food, our legs bouncing under the table, honestly still buzzing from the night before. All I wanted to do was goon.

As we walked to the theater, we passed the park. The sun was bright, people were chilling. Miles nudged me. “Think anyone would notice if we just… pulled out our dicks? Just for fun?”

He paused, then added, "what if we showed people on purpose?"

I laughed, shaking my head. “I don't like to say no to you, but…” I glanced around, “if we had a better spot…”

We both smirked, the idea lingering like a dare. For now, though, the movie time was enough to keep us moving. My boner was coming back every two minutes, and I was amazed at my body's reaction to this new thing of ours.

“Penis,” I muttered under my breath.

“Sperm tanks are full,” he replied, our de facto mantras solidifying.

Everything seemed normal. People were going about their day, cars were driving by, but for us, nothing felt normal. It was better. The memory of last night played on repeat in my head. My body was quivering. We exchanged glances the whole walk there, both knowing exactly what the other was thinking.

We decided to get to the theater early, hoping to find a spot where we could hide our inevitable deviance. The back row was perfect, secluded and dimly lit. We sat down, our bodies instinctively closer than usual, legs touching, hands brushing against each other. We had an unspoken bond.

Then, it happened. The movie started, and within minutes, there she was, our favorite star, you can probably guess who I'm talking about. My breath hitched when she was topless five minutes into the movie. I stopped thinking. Normally the tits would be setting me off, but seeing them with Miles in public was the real turn-on. I thought about how hard his dick must be right now. How big and pink it was. How thick it got. How much pre-cum he was producing.

My hand went straight to my cock, and I saw Miles do the same. We didn’t even try to hide it, our hands moving under the cover of the darkness, our breaths shallow as we stroked ourselves over our pants in unison.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the vibrating bullet. Miles’ eyes widened, his mouth hanging open in that familiar gooner haze. He looked at me, then at the bullet, and without a word reached into his own pocket, producing his own surprise, the cock rings. We grinned like idiots, each pulling out our dicks and slipping a ring onto our already hard shafts. I could see he was already as slimy as I was.

I leaned over, reaching for his pants and pulling them down just enough. He lifted his ass slightly, letting me tug them down further. When my hand traveled down below his balls, his eyes stayed on the screen, which had now moved onto a sex scene, and he slouched down in his chair, lifting his legs for me to reach his hole. I poked it for a minute, then spit on the bullet, and brought it down to his hole. After some pushing, it slipped in, and his mouth opened wider as he held his shaft by the base. He absorbed the intensity quietly, holding his moans. The others in the theater definitely heard something from us, but the movie sounds covered most of it. A low hum began when I pushed the on-button of the toy.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone looking at us. It was Ben, a guy from school with freckles and curly hair. He was a nice guy, always smiling. He would offer help to you for anything you needed, even if you weren't close. In the darkness of the theater, from two rows away, I wasn't sure if he could actually see our obscenity, but he was definitely peering curiously. He was with some other friends, and I saw them giggling at the sex scene. I waved at Ben.

He nodded back, then turned back to watching the movie.

Turning back to Miles, I wrapped my hand around his thick, shiny cock. He moaned softly, his own hand finding my shaft. We were a mess, both of us throbbing, pre-cum already running down our shafts as we edged each other. I was aware that Miles was getting a prostate vibration, so I was extra careful not to make him cum. I leaned into his ear. "Never cum."

He just nodded.

I leaned in again, my lips brushing his ear this time. “I can’t stop thinking about last night, emptying our sperm tanks,” I whispered, my voice shaky for some reason.

“We did good,” he groaned back, his hand tightening around me as we both struggled to stay quiet. The movie played on, but we were lost in our own world, edging ourselves toward oblivion.

When I turned back to the screen, I saw Ben walking down our row. I got scared for a moment, covering my crotch with my hand, but Miles was in pure gooner mode, not even reacting to the intrusion. Ben’s jaw dropped as he sat down next to me. "I was wondering what you guys were doing. Couldn’t hold it in?" Miles just grunted. I turned to Ben. "Yeah, I guess."

"This seems more fun than my other friends," Ben said, and unzipped himself. That’s when I saw it. Ben had the biggest cock I’d ever seen. It was a monster hog, thick, veiny, and already leaking pre-cum. I stared at it, mesmerized. It was throbbing, aching, and begging for attention. Without thinking, I reached for it. Ben looked at me like I was insane.

I leaned in and whispered, "Best cock. It deserves a hand." He hesitated but pulled his pants down further, releasing two heavy balls, the size of plums.

I leaned into his ear and whispered again, "You want to edge or have lots of orgasms?"

He looked confused, then turned back to the screen.

"Edge," he said, his voice shaky.

I started jerking him off, my hand barely able to wrap around his girth. When the sex scene ended, I slid to my knees and took him inside me. He squirmed, and we made more noise than we should have.

Ben looked down at me in pleasure and shock, speaking slightly louder than he should have. "I've never even had a girl do this."

People were starting to notice. Miles scooted over to my seat, his cock still out, and whispered, "Penis,” loud enough for Ben to hear. Ben was lost now, his breathing ragged as I edged him.

Miles got weirder. He lifted Ben’s arm, sniffed his armpit, and stayed there, jerking off while keeping his face buried. Then he pulled the vibrating bullet out of his own ass and leaned down to shove it into mine. Ben watched with wide eyes, a mix of excitement and fear. Another sex scene started, and I turned around to watch. Miles took my place on his knees, mouthing Ben’s massive cock as best he could. He wasn't even getting the whole head into his mouth.

Ben had ascended into another world, confused but thrilled, manic and brain fogged. Gooned. Miles pulled Ben’s pants down to his ankles, lifted his heavy balls, and pried open his cheeks, revealing a hairless, pink hole. I watched as it pulsed.

I pulled the bullet out of my ass and, upon hearing how it was much louder than I expected, due to the movie having a quiet scene, without thinking I quickly shoved it into Ben’s hole. He jumped, his hole squeezing the toy, his back arching. Miles went back to sucking him off, just for a moment, to distract from and enhance the anal intrustion. It only lasted a second before he pulled away from his fat pole, but it was too much. Ben’s cock stood untouched, throbbing, and then he came. His cum shot higher than his head, landing on his shirt and in his dark pubes. Ben gripped the arms of the theater chair as he experienced the perfect ruined orgasm. We watched his heavy meat pulse and squirt like it was a lava lamp. Ben's jaw was dropped.

Miles and I sat back, rubbing our cocks again, loosely watching the screen and also each other. Ben didn’t even clean up, just joined us, holding his still hard cock from the base and rubbing it slowly. After his ruined orgasm, he had more energy left in him.

The movie ended, and we reluctantly pulled our pants on. I noticed that Ben never took the vibrating bullet out of his ass. We had recruited a new member of this, whatever it is.

Ben told his friends he had to leave with us. We walked down the corridor, saw another screen playing the same movie, and with a wordless nod to each other, walked in. The night wasn’t over.