Goon Bro

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 1: Teenage Den of Sin

In high school, my room had a reputation, a sort of teenage den of sin where anything could happen. Since I was old enough, my parents didn’t care what I did, so my room became the place for sleepovers, sneaking out at night, some light gambling, pretty much anything that was forbidden at my friends’ houses. Everyone was eighteen. Lava lamp on, big computer screen for watching whatever we wanted, a mini fridge, and a well-worn sofa in the corner of the room.

My buddy, Miles and I had movie plans the next day, and were hanging out in my room on a Friday when he grabbed my phone to check the showtime. I had the tickets saved in my apple wallet, but for some reason, he went straight to the Photos app.

What he found wasn’t movie tickets.

It was… well, let’s just say, me and my girlfriend had gotten creative. And I guess I’d gotten proud of our creativity, because I’d saved a few videos. Different angles, late-night lighting, the sort of thing I should’ve hidden better. But low and behold, Miles had inadvertently stumbled on a video of my thick, wet cock just as it was about to penetrate a willing pussy.

He blinked at the screen. Then held it up like it was radioactive.

“Dude,” he said, wide-eyed, “what the hell?”

I braced for judgment. But instead, he tilted his head, shrugged, and kept watching.

"Is that the girl from volleyball?"

I gave a sheepish nod. "Yeah, we've been low key dating for a few months."

"Dang. Props, man. Also, is your dick huge... or is that just the camera angle?"

I laughed. "It's a good size, I think."

Instead of shutting off the video, he asked a thousand questions. About how it felt. About how we even ended up filming. 

“Well, she’s kind of a freak, dude. You don’t even wanna know that kind of shit she’s into.”

“That’s fucking crazy,” he said, and turned back to my phone. I got a small delight at him enjoying them. I mean, it couldn’t cause any harm, right?

Soon, we were watching more. First, the rest of the videos I had with my girl. He was really worked up during the oral scenes especially, and I found it thrilling to share more and more with him. He was a good friend, after all. Then, of course, we came across some solo jerk off videos of myself that I had made for her. Just for laughs, he skipped to the end of one to watch me bust a fat nut on my abs. He was cracking up, and so was I. It was actually fun that I didn't have to be inhibited at all.

He said my girl reminded him of this one porn star, and pulled up a video on his phone. That led to us sharing back and forth what our favorite categories were, and all that stuff. Now my computer desk, at this point in my life, was basically a masturbation station, with some occasional schoolwork and movies, but mostly just me beating my meat in front of a computer screen with big headphones on. So, safe to say I had plenty to share with him. I brought him to the desk and busted out my "favorites list", a google doc with a ton of links saved. That's when the real fun started, and neither of us even hid the fact that we were rubbing ourselves over our pants.

"I think we need blankets," I said, gesturing to the growing wet spots on our pants. He chuckled and nodded, and I grabbed my standard cum rag blanket, along with a backup blanket for him.

"On the count of three," I said. And we pulled down our pants and underwear together under the blankets. True jerk bros status had been initiated, and we were pumping our dicks without a care in the world, going from video to video, edging ourselves into a frenzy. I switched us to big dick cumshot and bukkake compilations, where girls take loads from hung guys over and over until they’re drenched. Soon, we were zombies in front of that screen. It was perfect.

“Don’t cum,” I said.

“Never cum,” he replied.

He got quiet at one point. "You ever try any of the stuff in those videos with her?"

I hesitated. Then stood up and walked over to my bed, dropping down to the floor to look underneath the box spring, disregarding the blanket entirely, my hairless ass sticking up in the air.

"Bro I can see your asshole!" he said, a little too loudly.

"Shut the fuck up bro, you're gonna wake everyone up." I chuckled, and completely dismissed his inhibition at seeing me bare. "You saw my whole ass fucking my girlfriend on video already."

I sensed him relaxing about this being too gay, as I jostled around looking for my secret little stash for him to see. With him there, I was more aware of my balls jiggling around between my thighs.

When I found it, I pulled it out and set it on the floor between us, a shoebox that I kept hidden for special occasions. Inside was a tangle of things my girlfriend left at my place to keep them out of her parents’ reach. Some were unused, still in boxes. Some weren’t. There was the fleshlight, of course. That was a gift for me. But also a pink vibrating bullet, a couple of silicone cock rings still in their packaging, a slim plug with a little gem on the end, and a silicone dildo with a suction base she liked to stick to the bathroom wall when my parents weren’t home, riding on it while she made me watch and jerk off. Yeah, she was a freak, and I loved it.

Miles stared into the box like it was full of fireworks.

The sleepover had taken yet another turn toward deviance.

At first, we were just laughing. Daring each other to read the labels out loud, making up ridiculous names for everything in the box. Then touching. Then trying.

We tested the cock rings first, more curious than anything. He called them “performance enhancers,” and I called him a nerd. But they worked. We both looked down at ourselves like we’d unlocked a secret character in a game. Our boners refused to go down, even when we were distracted, and they looked about an inch longer than normal, with extra veins. 

“I can’t believe we never tried this stuff before,” I said.

“It’s probably more fun to do with friends anyway,” he replied casually, his huge erection hanging in the air as he rustled around the box for the next thing we hadn’t played with yet, not even realizing how profound that statement was.

Nothing about it felt dirty. It felt… alive. Like flipping every switch in a house just to see what lights up.

The fleshlight came next. I had used it probably five times a day for the first week I had it, then just let it sit in the box since it was a hassle to clean every time. But now, getting to share it with him made it seem like the first time again. We took turns using it on each other, while watching a slut get triple penetrated by three hung college guys, as the weird squelching sound filled the room. Every time we were close to cumming, usually about twenty seconds into it, we would give a warning and prevent early release.

After about the fifth cycle of edging each other with it, he gave it a full review like it was a product demo, and I joked that he should start a YouTube channel called “Tool Time: After Dark.”

The next thing was even more fun. He had a cock ring on, and the fleshlight resting still on his rigid shaft, while I took the vibrating bullet and pressed it to his inner thigh, like a science experiment. He took it from me, and countered by having me lift my legs, and slipping it under my balls, right on my taint, while I laughed through gritted teeth at the weird sensation. 

I saw him look down at my hole, vibrating as he toyed with my taint. He didn’t even look me in the eye or ask, he just spit right onto my pink entrance, enough lube having dripped down my balls out of the fleshlight previously, and moved the vibrating bullet downward. He held it at my entrance and studied my ass as it vibrated around it. The sensation gave me tingles through my body. It was so weird, but we had gone this far already, and I couldn’t find a reason in the moment to stop him. A little too quickly, he shoved it in, and pushed the button on it sending it to maximum vibration. I was shocked but weirdly pleasured at the same time. It was like I was being invaded, but the invading forces had brought a party with them. 

“What the fuck…” I muttered, looking down at him as he played with me.

“How does it feel?” he asked, eyes glued to my stretched hole.

“Kinda good, actually,” I said, not admitting that it was making me see stars.

There was a moment where he looked at me and said, "Weird question. Wanna try something?"

I was already nodding.

Eventually, after a long pause and some terrible rock-paper-scissors logic, we both fell quiet. 

“Alright,” I said, “guess you’re the catcher for this one.”

That’s when Miles admitted something I didn’t expect.

"Okay, I lied before," he said, eyes straight ahead. "I’ve never actually done it. With anyone."

I turned my head. "Wait, seriously?"

He gave a tiny laugh. "Yeah. I always made it sound like I had, just to fit in. You and the others always talked like you’d done everything. I didn’t want to seem behind."

I didn’t know what to say. But before I could even respond, he added, "Also... I never really looked before. I mean, I knew you used to flash us for laughs at sleepovers, but I never looked. Not really. Dude…" He glanced at me with half a grin. "You’re huge. Like, not fair huge. That’s not a pillar, that’s a lighthouse."

There was a pause, like we both knew the next step wasn’t a dare anymore. It was a decision. He looked at me with a question in his eyes, and I nodded without needing to hear it. We didn’t need instructions. Just instinct. I was going to let him have this one, it was a form of bro code.

Still, to make sure it wasn’t gay, I pressed play on the computer, continuing a gangbang scene we had paused. 

“Wait,” I said, having a better idea, “this one.”

I clicked on a video that I had previously found repulsive, the first time I saw it. But now, it seemed perfect for us. Some college dude was getting pegged by a milf. He looked like he was in heaven, but I never considered trying that pleasure for myself until our experimentations tonight.

I watched the screen, as he moved closer to me from behind, the air between us charged, the hairs standing up on my neck, like static from a blanket just pulled from the dryer. The pale white of his upper thighs matched mine as they met. There was nervous laughter at first, but that faded as things got more focused. More deliberate.

There was fumbling, adjusting, moments of quiet where breath did all the talking. A slow alignment of trust, tension, and teenage adrenaline. When it finally happened, it wasn’t fireworks. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real, and weird, and awesome.

Miles squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, the slick sound making us both laugh nervously. He hesitated for a moment, then pressed a finger against my tight hole. I flinched, but then relaxed, letting him in. Slowly, he worked me open, his other hand resting on my lower back as I knelt on the floor, my pale, perky ass on full display. My thick, veiny cock hung heavy between my legs, already leaking pre-cum. Miles’ larger-than-average dick was just as hard, though, bobbing slightly as he focused on stretching me.

“Don’t cum yet,” I warned, my voice shaky. “We’re not done.”

He nodded, his own excitement evident as he finally pressed the head of his cock against me. I gritted my teeth as he pushed in, slow but steady, until he was fully sheathed. Our bodies were glistening with sweat, our pale skin flushed and sensitive. He started to move, his rhythm tentative at first, but soon building into something more confident. Every thrust sent bizarre waves of discomfort, but also pleasure through me, my cock twitching in the silicone ring with each movement.

When he finally pulled out, we switched positions. I lubed up and pressed into him, his tight ass gripping me like a vice. We were both straight, but this was something else. It was primal. We’d become gooner zombies, obsessed with pushing each other’s pleasure to the limit. The fleshlight came back into play, each of us taking turns using it on the other while, either fucking them or burying the dildo in their ass, then pausing before we came. It was a cycle of teasing and denial, our cocks throbbing but never allowed release, further tortured by the porn blasting in our faces. It was the first time I understood the term blue balls, but I liked it.

At one point, I was watching a milf taking three dicks from some college boys, and Miles fucked me so hard with a dildo that a long, thick strand of cum oozed out of me slowly, over a full minute, spilling onto the floor in slow pulses. It wasn’t a normal orgasm, it was just like a strange, new accidental release from overstimulating my ass. It left me shuddering but I was still rock hard, like I could keep going forever. We laughed as we watched it ooze out, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I flipped around and tried to recreate it on him, battering his hole with the dildo until he released his own slow, white mess. We were straight up milking each other. The best part was that we never had to stop. It only made us hornier.

We took turns "being the girl" for the other, emulating any video we saw. If the girl deep throated the guy, then we would attempt to do that for each other. If she took it in the ass, we would sit on each other's dicks. The only deviation was when we were about to cum, we would stop, wordlessly, just knowing.

Eventually, we were lost in it, the screen forgotten, thinking up creative new ways to edge the other person into zombiehood, dedicated to increasing pleasure for each other. And the crazy thing was, the more we focused on the other, the better it felt for ourselves. It was a paradox of pleasure, a feedback loop of desire and restraint. We milked each other with the dildo, edging closer and closer to the brink but never letting go. That was the way. The unwritten rule in this new religion we had founded tonight.

When we saw the sun start to come up, we decided the night was over, and it was time to cum. We each picked our favorite way, and let the other guy finish us off. Miles laid back on the floor, legs spread wide, as I took the fleshlight and slid it over his throbbing cock. The squelching sound filled the room as I worked him steadily, his breath hitching with each stroke. He grabbed the vibrating bullet and pressed it to his taint, then slipped it into his hole, moaning as the vibrations sent him over the edge. I pulled the fleshlight off of him and jerked him with a firm grip. His hips bucked as he came, thick ropes of cum shooting up over his head, then onto his face, landing on his open mouth, then onto his chest, his body trembling with the long-built up release.

When he recovered, it was my turn. I knelt on the floor, ass still tingling from the rough dildo use of the night, as Miles lubed up his hand and started stroking me. He teased the head of my cock, swirling his thumb around the sensitive tip, before gripping me firmly and jerking me off with fast, deliberate strokes. My body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure as I felt the pressure building in my balls.

 "Wait," I said, changing my mind, "Do this."

 I laid back on my bed, lifting my legs in the air. "Use yourself and the fleshlight."

He didn't even flinch. True gooner bros don't hesitate. He walked up to me and shoved his still-hard cock in mercilessly, attacking my already sore hole, exactly how I wanted. I watched a pornstar taking a massive dick in her own ass, as Miles placed the fleshlight onto me, pushing it down in one go, making the tip of my cock come out the end of it. He quickly started pounding into me with his hefty sausage.

 I started to moan, louder than I should. "Penis."

"Penis..." he replied, understanding.

I moaned like an idiot zombie, while he sloshed his rod into me and fluffed the shit out of my shaft with the fleshlight.

 "Empty your sperm tanks," he said in a gruff voice.

In thirty seconds, I was cumming onto my face through the toy, and he was holding it still. He continued to fuck me, making another squirt come out of my cock with each of his thrusts. When I finished nutting, I melted into the bed, exhaustion overtaking me. I had earned rest.

 But he didn't stop.

I held my legs up for him, giving him all the wet hole that he needed if he wanted to get off again.

"Orgasm." I said.

He breathed, moaned, and breathed again, hands on my sides, pulling my body into him like it was another fleshlight.

"Big orgasm," I said.

He nodded, drool falling out of his mouth. "Big orgasm."

He thrust harder, faster, his breath ragged, eyes glazed over. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he pounded into me, and I became more aware of the sounds of skin slapping and the squelch of my hole. I could feel every inch of him stretching me, the pressure building as he neared his climax.

"Empty your sperm tanks," I said.

He let out a guttural groan, his entire body tensing as he buried himself deep inside me. I felt his cock pulsing, hot cum flooding my hole in thick, rhythmic spurts. He didn’t pull out, just kept thrusting, milking every last drop into me until he was spent, collapsing onto my legs, his cock still twitching inside me.

For a moment, we stayed like that, him breathing heavily, me still feeling the warmth of his cum inside me. Then, without a word, he pulled out, a trail of white dripping from my hole as I lowered my legs. My cock was still hard, throbbing, but I was too exhausted to do anything about it. He wiped his face on the blanket, then tossed it to me.

"Thanks," I muttered, wiping myself clean, feeling the sticky mess between my legs.

His chest was still rising and falling rapidly.

We didn’t talk much after that, just basked in the afterglow of our insane night. The room smelled like sweat, lube, and cum, but neither of us cared. We’d crossed a line, and I definitely had no plans of going back. It had been better than sex with my girlfriend, if that even makes sense.

We lay there on the floor, like astronauts who’d just stepped off the shuttle, trying to process where we’d been, sweaty and slightly mortified, but grinning. We didn’t high five or joke about it. We finally rolled over in different directions on my bed and closed our eyes.

He tossed a pillow at me. "Can’t wait for the movie tomorrow. I hear she shows her tits, but they didn’t show it in the trailer."

"Obviously."

Sometimes friendship means knowing someone better than they expect to be known. And sometimes, it just means sharing the weirdest night of your life and still getting slushies together at the movies the next day. I don't know what a normal friendship is supposed to look like. But I know this one had just become my favorite.