The Gooner Gang Part 15

POV: Caleb

The van smelled like cum before we even hit the highway.

We hadn’t been on the road for ten minutes when Tom leaned forward from the middle row, grabbed Jake’s thigh, and said, “You didn’t think we’d wait till the beach, did you?”

Jake just laughed, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually beside the gearshift. “You guys are so predictable.”

But he didn’t stop Tom when his hand slid over his mesh shorts, fingers wrapping around the bulge underneath.

I was in the passenger seat, already half-hard from the sound of Lucas panting behind me, stroking himself lazily while watching Tom work Jake’s cock.

It had become second nature to us—rubbing, touching, showing off. The pact changed everything. We weren’t just horny friends anymore. We were gooners, proudly and permanently. And now we were off the leash, heading to a private beach house with no supervision, no schedule, and no pants.

Jake shifted a little, hips lifting as Tom pulled his cock out. It was already thick and leaking, pulsing in his fist.

“Eyes on the road, man,” Lucas teased.

Jake smirked. “Then someone better help me concentrate.”

Without missing a beat, I leaned in from shotgun and took him into my mouth. The van swerved slightly.

“Fuck, Caleb—”

I didn’t answer. I just bobbed my head slowly, letting Tom stroke the base while I sucked the tip, tongues teasing him from both ends. Jake’s breathing turned ragged, both hands gripping the wheel tighter.

I could hear Lucas behind me now, jerking faster, whispering dirty shit under his breath. “God, this is so fucking hot… Can we all cum before we get there?”

Tom grinned. “I’m halfway there already.”

The van became a moving sauna. Jake’s moans filled the space, joined by the rhythmic slaps of skin and the sound of Lucas groaning louder as he came, moaning our names.

I pulled off with a wet pop, wiping my chin, watching Tom jerk Jake faster.

“You gonna cum, driver boy?” I asked.

Jake grit his teeth, hips jerking once, then again—until his cock twitched and he exploded all over the steering wheel.

“Shit,” he gasped. “You guys are fucking insane.”

We all laughed, still breathless, still hard.

It was the hottest ride of my life.

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When we pulled up to the beach house, we didn’t even pretend to unpack.

Jake barely parked before Tom was already out of the van, shirt off, yanking his pants down.

“Clothes are for civilians,” he called.

Lucas followed, kicking off his slides and stripping completely, stretching his arms up like he belonged in the sun naked.

I threw off my own shirt, feeling the heat hit my skin, and stepped out into the afternoon light.

The house was fucking perfect. A big two-story place right by the dunes, no neighbors close enough to hear anything. It had a hot tub, a giant deck, and floor-to-ceiling windows.

By the time I walked inside, Jake was already naked too, cock swinging as he carried the bags like nothing.

“Alright,” he said, tossing them down. “No rules, no clothes, just nut.”

“Let’s christen this place,” Lucas said.

We didn’t even need to say it.

Tom tackled me onto the big couch, his hard dick pressing against mine, mouths crashing together. Lucas dropped to his knees in front of Jake, sucking him with hunger like he hadn’t just drained him two hours ago.

I moaned into Tom’s mouth as he humped me through our moaning bodies, grinding his cock against mine, our sweat mixing already.

Jake watched us while Lucas deepthroated him, eyes glazed over with lust.

“Get on your knees, Caleb,” he growled.

I obeyed immediately, crawling off the couch and dropping in front of him. Lucas let go, letting me take over.

His cock was salty from the earlier ride, but I didn’t care. I wanted it all.

Behind me, Tom started rubbing himself again, his tip brushing against my ass as he jerked.

Lucas came around, crouching by my side, whispering in my ear. “Can I fuck you next?”

I nodded desperately, my mouth full.

The room was a blur of sounds and sweat—slapping, gasping, sucking, panting.

At one point I looked up and saw Jake and Tom making out above me, hips grinding together, their cocks pressing side by side.

Lucas got behind me first, rubbing my hole with his spit, easing in slow and deep.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I moaned, mouth still dripping with Jake.

He thrusted gently, then harder, our rhythm syncing. I was getting filled from behind, mouth full, surrounded by the people I loved the most in the world.

This was our gang. This was our heaven.

We fucked like animals.

By the time we were all cumming—Lucas inside me, Jake across my face, Tom all over the cushions—we collapsed in a heap, sweaty and sticky and totally wrecked.

Jake was the first to speak.

“That was just the arrival?”

Tom laughed. “The beach is never gonna recover from us.”

And I smiled, wiping Jake’s cum off my cheek, thinking: this is only the beginning.

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Jake reached over and touched my thigh. “We’ve been talking. And we think… it’s time you get rewarded.”

I swallowed. “Rewarded?”

Tom grinned, biting his lip. “Yeah. You’re gonna be the center of tonight’s show.”