The Gooner Gang - Part 13

Caleb’s POV

It had been a month. A month since the night everything changed—since we stripped down, gave in, and fucked like we had been dying to for years. And ever since that night, things only got filthier… and closer.

We’d meet up at least three times a week—sometimes more. Sometimes it’d just be to jerk off side by side, whispering dumb shit while edging for hours. Other times it was full-on goon orgies. No guilt, no shame. Just heat, sweat, spit, and cum. We became obsessed with each other’s bodies. Our dicks. Our moans. Our smells.

Tom and Jake loved taking charge. They’d take turns fucking Lucas and me, sometimes at the same time. I’d be riding Jake while Lucas got wrecked by Tom on the floor, both of us moaning into each other’s mouths while their thrusts shook us apart. And even though I’ve grown to love getting fucked by any of them, there’s just something about Jake’s cock. The curve. The weight. The way he growls in my ear when he pushes in deep. I’d think about it even when I was alone. Even in class. Hell, I even dreamt about it once.

And Lucas… he was always willing. Always open. Just as much of a bottom as me, maybe even more. We’d joke about who could take more. But deep down, we both knew we were hoping one day Tom and Jake would switch. That they’d surrender their alpha routine and let us take control. Ride their cocks. Or even fuck them. But that was a thought we hadn’t dared speak out loud.

Tonight was different.

I had invited them all over again. But not just for the usual gooning chaos. I had something planned. A ritual. Something to mark this new version of us.

They showed up after sunset, sweaty from the gym. Shirts off, laughing, throwing their duffel bags down like it was tradition. I could already see their cocks swelling through their shorts. Jake sat on the couch and gave me that look—the one that made my knees weak. Lucas plopped next to him and started rubbing his inner thigh like it was second nature. Tom leaned against the wall, watching us with that slow-building hunger in his eyes.

No one said a word. No one had to.

Jake was the first to move. He pulled me by the waistband of my shorts and kissed me—wet, open-mouthed, needy. Lucas was next, pressing against my back, grinding his bulge into my ass as he licked up my neck. Tom joined in slowly, hands exploring, lips tasting. Within seconds, the room was a mess of limbs and moans.

Clothes hit the floor. Dicks sprung free. Four cocks, thick and throbbing, already leaking. Jake was already jacking mine while I sucked on Lucas’s, and Tom was bent over licking Lucas’s hole, groaning like he needed to be inside him.

It was chaos. It was perfect.

But just before we all exploded, I pulled back, panting, cheeks flushed, cock twitching.

“Wait.”

They all looked at me like I was insane.

I walked to my nightstand and pulled out what I had hidden there all day—a large, soft-baked chocolate chip cookie.

“I’ve been thinking,” I said, still stroking my cock, “It’s been a month since we officially became The Gooner Gang. I want to make it real. Like… a pact.”

Tom raised an eyebrow. “With a cookie?”

Jake grinned. “I’m listening.”

“We all cum on it,” I said. “Together. Right now. And then we eat it. One piece each. Like a ritual. So that this—us—never breaks.”

It sounded insane. But they were all so fucking hard.

Jake stood up first. “Fuck it. That’s hot.”

We formed a tight circle on the floor, our dicks already glistening. I guided us to line up—four rock-hard cocks rubbing against each other, leaking precum, sliding and twitching. I felt Jake’s cock head bump mine, Lucas’s length pressed warm against the underside of my shaft, Tom’s breathing turning ragged as we moved together.

Our hands were all over—stroking each other, teasing balls, fingers brushing nipples, lips nipping shoulders.

“Fuuuck…” Lucas moaned.

I grabbed the cookie and held it in the center of the circle, just as Jake muttered, “I’m close.”

The first spurt was his—thick and hot, landing dead in the middle. Then mine—ropes of white streaking beside his. Tom cursed under his breath as he shot next, and Lucas cried out, legs shaking, as his cum mixed with ours.

The cookie was coated. Covered in all of us. Four loads, messy and dripping, each one distinct.

Still panting, I passed it around. We each took a bite. I swear I could taste the difference—Jake’s was saltier. Tom’s had a weird aftertaste. Lucas’s was sweeter. Mine… I don’t even know. But it didn’t matter. It was symbolic. It was filthy. It was ours.

We were locked in now. Gooners forever.

Jake licked his lips, looked around the room, and said casually, “By the way… I rented a beach house for the weekend.”

I looked at him, cock still twitching.

“Oh yeah?” I said.

“Oh yeah,” he grinned. “It’s time we take this shit to the next level.”

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Jake’s eyes dropped for a second, right where the sheet tented in my lap. A smirk tugged at his lips.

“You were thinking nasty shit again, weren’t you?”