The Gooner Gang - Part 17

POV: Caleb

We lay there in a tangle of limbs and sweat, our bodies still buzzing from the train. My skin was sticky with cum, the ocean breeze cooling it slowly. Jake was curled next to me, chest heaving against my back. Lucas had passed out half-on, half-off the couch. Tom was spread eagle on the rug like he’d been hit by a truck.

But my mind was still spinning.

And Jake must’ve known.

Because while everyone was catching their breath, he nudged me softly. “Hey,” he whispered, voice hoarse, “you never told us your wish.”

I turned to face him, brushing hair from his forehead. “You really wanna know?”

He nodded.

I kissed him first—softly, so he’d feel how serious I was. Then I whispered it. “I want to fuck you.”

His breath caught. I saw it in his eyes—the hesitation, the heat, the need.

“I’ve never let anyone…” he started, then trailed off.

“You don’t have to,” I said quickly. “I just—”

“No,” he cut in, firm. “I want to. I want it to be you.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

But he added, “Just… tonight. Not now. Let’s chill a bit.”

“Of course,” I said, smiling. “No pressure.”

We spent the afternoon recharging like typical horny best friends after an orgy.

Tom pulled out a Switch and we played Smash Bros. butt naked, balls sticking to the couch, trash-talking between gulps of Gatorade. Lucas DJed from his phone, playing horny-sounding R&B songs that got us laughing and side-eyeing each other.

Every once in a while, one of us would start hardening again, and someone would say “Not yet, bro,” and toss a pillow at them.

We watched the sun melt into the ocean. Ate leftover fries. Took a group shower that turned dangerous for a moment when Tom dropped the soap on purpose.

By the time night fell, the air felt heavy again.

We were lying on the massive bed in the master room, still naked. There was only one bed big enough for the four of us. It felt right.

Lucas broke the silence first. “We’re all gonna be too horny to sleep.”

Tom grinned. “Should we…?”

Jake rolled onto his side, eyes on me. “One more goon session?”

I didn’t even speak. I just crawled over to Jake and kissed him, deep and slow.

The others followed suit like it was instinct.

Lips found skin. Hands reached for hardening cocks. Breath quickened.

Jake was on his back, and I straddled his thighs, grinding my ass against him while kissing down his chest.

Tom was behind me, licking at my neck, while Lucas got on his knees in front of Jake and sucked him lazily, eyes flicking up to meet mine.

Jake moaned, overwhelmed but loving it.

“I’m ready,” he whispered.

Everything paused.

He looked at me with something raw in his eyes. “I want you to do it.”

Lucas and Tom both leaned back, watching with something reverent in their expressions.

I took it slow. So slow.

Jake was nervous—I could feel the tension in his thighs—but he didn’t stop me. He wanted this.

I kissed his legs, his chest, held his hand as I pressed against his entrance, waiting for his nod.

When he gave it, I pushed in. Gently. Carefully.

He gasped. I moaned.

His tightness wrapped around me like nothing I’d ever felt. I buried myself slowly, inch by inch, until our hips touched.

“Fuck,” he whimpered.

“You good?” I asked, breath shaky.

He nodded. “Don’t stop.”

I rocked into him slowly, feeling every clench, every shiver.

Jake had always been hot. But this? Letting me inside him? Trusting me like this? It was beyond sex.

Lucas and Tom watched from the edge of the bed, silently stroking themselves, mesmerized.

Jake moaned louder as I picked up rhythm, his hands on my chest, his body surrendering to me.

I whispered filth into his ear. Told him how beautiful he looked. How tight he felt. How I’d wanted this for so long.

He kissed me back like he needed to breathe me in.

Lucas came first, jerking fast and painting Jake’s thigh. Tom followed, moaning my name for some reason, chest rising with sharp breaths.

I held off as long as I could.

But when Jake arched and said, “Cum inside me,” I lost it.

I filled him, moaning into his shoulder.

Then we collapsed, all of us, sticky and breathless.

Jake curled against me. Lucas spooned Tom.

We didn’t speak. We didn’t have to.

Eventually, the room was filled with soft snoring, the sound of waves crashing just outside.

I was almost asleep when I felt Jake nudge me.

“Caleb,” he whispered.

I blinked. “Yeah?”

He looked serious. “Come with me.”

I slid out from under the covers, heart thudding.

We tiptoed out of the room, naked, into the dark hallway.

He didn’t say a word. Just grabbed my hand and led me toward the back door.

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He didn’t wait. He jogged forward into the sea, muscles lit up by moonlight, ass bouncing as the water climbed his thighs. I couldn’t not stare. I followed him in, goosebumps trailing my skin as the cool water wrapped around us.