Straight, Hung, Gooner in My House – Chapter 2

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 2: School

Soon, Brock’s addiction and my enablement evolved to needing to bust a nut at school. Sometimes in the locker room, sometimes in the supply closet. He would corner me, his eyes blank with lust, and make me kneel in front of him. He’d slide his cock into my mouth without warning, gripping the back of my head as he fucked my throat with fast, shallow thrusts. It was overwhelming, the way he used me—like I was nothing more than a toy for his pleasure.

One day he even went at it on my throat in the band room. We were hidden behind a tall pile of instrument cases and a bunch of band nerds came in to practice. We skipped the next period since we were basically stuck there, and he used me two more times.

Once, after a particularly rough session in my room, he lazily jerked me off, his hand moving so slowly it was almost an afterthought. I didn’t finish, and he didn’t seem to care. “Whatever,” he’d said, shrugging. “I’ll get you next time.” But he never did.

Then came the day my throat was too sore to take him. I’d woken up with a scratchy, raw feeling that made swallowing painful. When Brock pulled me into a bathroom at school that morning, and pushed my shoulders downward, his usual indication that my mouth was needed, I shook my head, grimacing.

He stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he grabbed my hips and spun me around, shoving me into the cold, tiled wall. I felt his hands on my waist, yanking my pants down, and before I could protest, he was spitting on the head of his cock and pressing it against my ass.

“Relax,” he growled, his voice thick with impatience.

It hurt at first—a sharp, searing pain that made me bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. But as he pushed deeper, the pain gave way to a strange, almost pleasant fullness. I could feel every inch of him inside me, stretching me in dimensions I didn’t know existed.

With his gooner slut-girl gangbang porn playing on his phone, he didn’t last long. Within a couple minutes, he was pulling out, his cum spilling down my legs. 

After that, I sank further into becoming his goon slave. His porn and jerking off addiction translated seamlessly into an addiction to using me. He’d stuff me whenever and wherever he wanted, and I didn’t resist. Sometimes he would use me multiple times in a row, until no cum was left inside him. He would make me service his cock until it was raw. There was something addictive about the way he treated me—like I was nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure.

And then his brother came to visit.

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Brock’s brother, Jason, was just as athletic and dumb as he was. He had the same wavy brown hair, the same cocky smirk, and apparently an appetite for porn that rivaled that of Brock. He’d been at the house for less than a day when he caught us in Brock’s room. We honestly didn’t even think to be careful–we were zoned out.

I was on my hands and knees, Brock’s cock buried deep inside me, porn playing on my laptop in front of us, when the door swung open. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, but Brock didn’t stop. He grabbed my hips and kept fucking me, his pace slow and deliberate, as if to prove a point.

“What the fuck?” Jason said, his voice a mix of shock and amusement.

“We’re not gay,” Brock grunted, his breathing heavy. Even with a dick in my ass, I chuckled at that.

“You’re a real gooner,” Jason said. He watched for a moment, his eyes narrowing on me. Then, without a word, he unzipped his pants and stepped forward, shoving his cock into my mouth. I winced, as he had a much larger cock than Brock.

“Good girl,” he muttered, almost purring at the sensation of entering my mouth.

Jason leaned over to the laptop while I slobbered on his cock head and shaft. Soon he changed the porn to these caption-style videos, where bros are helping each other cum from porn. Real gooner shit. They started to moan together on either end of me, and gave me every inch of their cocks. I was sore before long, but my motivation to make them cum didn’t falter.

After they had been inside me for a while, Jason looked at Brock. “Are you ever gonna nut?”

“I did, twice already,” Brock said, eyes never leaving the screen.

Jason chuckled, and pushed Brock out of the way, shoving himself inside me. I winced again, my ass learning the curves of a new tube of flesh inside me. Just as I was leaning into it, Brock moved around and shoved himself inside my mouth. He moved the laptop onto my back as I stayed up on all fours. Now I couldn’t even pretend to be watching porn with them, I was just a piece of furniture.

Jason’s moans turned freaky as he got closer to orgasm. He started edging in my hole, an expert as preventing himself from cumming. Every time he paused I felt a strong throbbing of his shaft inside me, pushing right onto my button. He had much more control over himself than Brock did. He was seasoned. His touch was more dominant, like he was really thinking about the piece of meat in front of him. Brock used my like a fleshlight, but Jason thought of me as a happy little helper. I think sometimes he thrust in a certain way just to watch me squirm. When he finally unloaded inside me, he dropped the fattest load. It leaked out of me and made a big puddle on the bed below. Then he assertively reached over and wanked me to a quick nut, as I stayed on all fours, twitching at the pleasure.

The rest of the week was a blur. I spent most of it naked on Brock’s bed with my ass in the air, setting up porn compilations for the literal gooner bros as they took turns on me, my body trembling with pleasure and leaking literal puddles of precum onto the bed. They were both so dumb, so oblivious to the power they held over me. To them, I was just a useful boy in the house that they could use whenever they wanted.

And I didn’t mind it.