The Gooner Gang - Part 16

POV: Caleb

The beach house felt like a fantasy we weren’t supposed to be allowed to live.

Ocean breeze drifted through the open sliding doors. The sun hung low, casting long golden shadows across our bare skin as we lounged on the massive sectional, still glowing from our earlier fuck. Every inch of the room carried the scent of sex and salt.

We’d showered—sort of. More like rinsed each other off with the outdoor hose, stealing kisses and squeezing each other’s asses, laughing like we weren’t four guys who had just spent the ride here jerking off and blowing each other.

We ordered food. Burgers, fries, enough soda to replenish all the fluid we’d lost. Jake had answered the door butt naked with a cocky grin. The poor delivery guy didn’t know where to look.

After eating, we all sprawled out again, warm and lazy, but I could already feel the tension creeping back in—the kind of tension that only ends with someone moaning into someone else’s mouth.

Jake was the first to speak.

“You know,” he said, licking ketchup off his thumb, “none of this would’ve happened without Caleb.”

My stomach flipped. All three of them turned to me.

Jake leaned forward, cock already semi again. “You started this. You showed us what it meant to be free. To stop pretending.”

Lucas nodded. “He’s right. I was scared shitless at first. But you made it feel safe. Like we could be horny and real at the same time.”

Tom chuckled. “I used to jerk off thinking about your dick and then hate myself after. Now I just ask you to show it.”

They laughed. I felt heat rise to my face—and my cock.

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.”

Lucas leaned close to my ear. “You ever been in a train, Caleb?”

I moaned softly before I could stop myself.

Jake stood up, towering over me, already hard. “Get on all fours, birthday boy. Let us celebrate you.”

I obeyed instantly, crawling onto the plush carpet, ass in the air. My cock dangled, already dripping.

Tom knelt in front of me and took me in his mouth without hesitation, deep and hungry. I gasped.

Behind me, I felt Lucas part my cheeks, tongue flicking over my hole, wet and teasing.

Jake stroked himself nearby, watching, eyes full of heat. “Fuck, you’re beautiful like this.”

Tom sucked me like he’d missed me, hand stroking my base while his lips swallowed me down.

Lucas was eating me out like a man starving, moaning into me, tongue pushing deeper with every pass.

When he pulled back, he looked up at Jake. “You ready?”

Jake nodded. “Always.”

He got behind Lucas, who was now behind me, and I understood what they meant.

A train.

Jake lined himself up behind Lucas, both of them on their knees. Lucas pushed into me slowly, filling me with a thick, aching stretch that made me bite down on a moan.

Tom kept sucking me, deeper now, feeding off my sounds.

Then I felt Jake slam into Lucas behind me, making Lucas shove deeper into me in turn.

We groaned together, one long string of boys, one behind the other, pulsing and panting.

They fucked in rhythm. Jake into Lucas, Lucas into me. Tom sucking me through the waves of it.

The train picked up speed.

I gripped the rug beneath me as Lucas pounded into me harder, his moans shaking with every thrust Jake gave him.

It was overwhelming—cock in my mouth, cock inside me, their sounds, their heat, the clapping of skin, the shared pleasure that bound us tighter with every second.

Then Tom pulled off me. “Fuck, I need to be in this too.”

Jake laughed. “Then you’re next.”

We rotated. Positions shifting, sweat-slick bodies adjusting.

Now Jake was in my ass, pushing in slow and deep, kissing my spine. “You okay?”

I groaned. “Fuck yes.”

Lucas got beneath me, lying on his back, letting me ride his cock while I sucked his neck.

Jake stood behind Tom now, lubing up his cock, teasing Tom’s hole.

Tom moaned as Jake pushed in. “Ohhh fuck—”

Our rhythm picked up again, a new formation, a new current of motion.

Lucas filled me from below, Jake slammed into me from behind, and Tom fucked Jake like he owned him.

We were loud. Filthy. Gooners in heat.

I came first, hands bracing on Lucas’s chest, crying out his name as I pulsed over him, dripping down my stomach.

Tom was next, moaning hard, burying his face in my shoulder as he unloaded inside me.

Jake followed, gripping Tom’s hips and gasping as he filled him.

And Lucas—Fuck, Lucas held on till he couldn’t anymore, bucking up into me and cumming with a loud groan.

We collapsed in a heap again. Four sweaty, sticky best friends.

Jake was still inside me when he whispered in my ear, “Was that enough of a reward?”

I turned my head to him, smirking. “Not yet.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve got one more wish,” I said.