The Gooner Gang - Part 7

POV: Caleb

When I woke up, the sun was cutting through the blinds like a spotlight. My body felt sore, heavy, sticky in the best way.

Jake was still half-asleep next to me, hair messy, his arm flopped across his chest like he hadn’t moved all night. There was a smudge of dried cum on his abs from our late-night “bathroom break.” He looked smug even in sleep.

Lucas was curled up in a blanket across the room. Wide awake.

But Tom?

Gone.

His sleeping bag was empty, rolled up neatly. No message. No note. Just absence.

I sat up slowly, groaning. My lower back ached, and my dick was still soft but sensitive, like it knew it hadn’t had enough yet.

Jake blinked awake, stretching with a groan. “He leave?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Didn’t even say anything.”

Jake just nodded, like he expected it.

We didn’t say anything else.

Until Lucas stood up.

He walked over, arms crossed. Face unreadable.

“I’m not stupid, you know.”

I blinked. “What?”

He looked from me to Jake. “You two. Last night. After we crashed.”

Jake rubbed his eyes. “You were asleep.”

Lucas gave a half-smile. “I was pretending.”

My stomach dropped — not from panic, but from that electric jolt of fuck, what now?

Lucas stepped closer. “You guys have done more than just jerk off, huh?”

Neither of us answered.

But the silence was the answer.

Lucas exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “That’s hot as fuck.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Wait… what?”

Lucas smirked. “I woke up last night and heard sounds. Saw Caleb sneak back in. I got hard as a rock and had to jerk off when you guys fell asleep.”

My cock twitched.

Jake noticed it. “Dude.”

Lucas dropped onto the bed next to me. “I don’t know what this is. But I can’t stop thinking about it.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Jake said it.

“You want to try?”

Lucas hesitated. Just for a second.

Then he nodded.

I pulled the blanket off my lap. I was already getting hard.

Lucas bit his lip.

Jake shifted closer and reached toward Lucas — real slow, giving him time to back out.

But he didn’t.

Jake’s hand found Lucas’s crotch. Pressed gently.

Lucas gasped.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “I’m actually doing this.”

Jake pulled down the waistband of Lucas’s shorts and his cock sprang free — flushed, thick, dripping at the tip. Lucas moaned like he’d been holding it in for hours.

Jake started stroking him, slow and deliberate, while looking over at me.

I reached over and grabbed Jake’s cock. He was already hard. Hot in my hand.

Lucas reached out too, shaky fingers wrapping around mine.

Three hands.

Three cocks.

All moving. Jerking. Gripping. Moaning.

Lucas was panting, eyes fluttering, totally lost in the feeling.

Then Jake leaned down.

And took Lucas in his mouth.

Lucas shouted, hips jerking off the bed, hands flying to Jake’s hair.

I watched, wide-eyed, hand still pumping Jake slowly.

Then Jake pulled off, licking his lips. “Caleb. You try.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I bent over and swallowed Lucas down. He tasted sweet, salty, his whole body trembling under my hands.

We took turns. Lucas moaning. Jake groaning. My jaw aching but not caring.

Then I felt Jake shift. He was sucking me now, wet and messy, his hands stroking Lucas while I went back down on him.

It was filthy.

It was perfect.

Three bodies, tangled in sweat, cum-slick and desperate. No thinking. Just doing.

Just wanting.

Lucas came first — hard, loud, jerking in our hands, hot streams hitting my shoulder and Jake’s chest.

Then Jake. Right in my mouth. I swallowed without even flinching.

And I followed seconds later, shooting all over his hand as he moaned against my neck.

We collapsed.

Breathing hard.

Laughing, even.

Lucas wiped his forehead. “Okay. I get it now.”

Jake grinned. “Welcome to the deep end, bro.”

I sat up, still catching my breath.

“You guys wanna come back tonight?”

Jake didn’t even hesitate. “Fuck yes.”

Lucas licked his lips. “Yeah. But next time…”

He looked at both of us, eyes dark.

“Let’s take it even further.”

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I didn’t even answer. I just stood, yanked my shirt over my head, and let the rest follow. My dick was already halfway hard. So was Jake’s. Lucas was leaking the second his briefs hit the floor.