The Gooner Gang - Part 10

POV: Caleb

The room smelled like sweat and anticipation.

Jake sat cross-legged on the floor, bouncing a tennis ball off the wall like it could distract him from what was coming. Lucas sprawled on my bed, arms behind his head, his usual smirk stretched a little too wide. I paced like I was waiting for a storm.

Because we were.

Tom said he’d come over. He texted last night. Said we’d “talk.” But talk could mean anything — a lecture, a breakdown, a full-blown storm-out. Or something else.

Something hotter.

None of us said it out loud, but it hung there — in the silence, in our bodies, in the twitch of Jake’s leg, the way Lucas kept adjusting his shorts.

“What if he’s pissed?” I said finally.

Jake snorted. “Then he leaves.”

Lucas nodded. “Yeah. Whatever. He can’t take this away from us.”

I looked between them — my partners in crime, my gooner twins, my f*cking downfall.

I couldn’t argue. This — whatever this was — it had gone too far to undo.

And honestly? I didn’t want to undo it.

Jake stood up, walked over, and without a word pulled me into a kiss.

Slow. Warm. Wet.

His hand slid down and grabbed a handful of my ass through my shorts.

Lucas watched. Smirking. His own hand rubbing the front of his gray sweats lazily.

I felt myself swell instantly. The kiss deepened. Our hips pressed together, rubbing through the fabric like we didn’t care that someone could walk in at any—

Knock knock knock.

We froze.

No one breathed.

Jake licked his lips. “That’s him.”

I straightened my shirt. Lucas sat up. Jake stayed close, his hand still low on my back.

I opened the door.

There was Tom.

Wearing gym shorts and a loose t-shirt, backpack slung over one shoulder. He looked… calm. Nervous, maybe, but not freaked.

He stepped inside slowly, eyes bouncing around the room like it might still be a porn set.

“I, uh,” he started. “Forgot my charger again.”

Lucas laughed. “Liar.”

Tom smiled.

I shut the door behind him.

“Look,” I said, stepping forward. “About what you saw—"

“It’s fine,” Tom interrupted. “Seriously. I freaked at first, yeah. But… I mean… we’re the Gooner Gang, right?”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Tom nodded, slowly. “Honestly? It was… kind of hot.”

That’s when I saw it.

The bulge.

Lucas saw it too. We made eye contact, both clocking it at the same time.

Jake followed our gaze.

Tom followed ours.

He blushed hard, covering it with his hand.

Jake smirked. “You need to take care of that?”

Tom swallowed. Didn’t answer.

Lucas patted the bed beside him. “Come on, man. Let’s make this normal.”

Tom hesitated… then crossed the room and sat down. We all followed. Shorts stayed on, for now.

But our hands moved.

Each of us started touching ourselves, slow and casual — like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Four dudes. Four dicks. Stroking under fabric, breathing uneven, but holding it together.

My eyes found Jake’s.

He was looking right at me.

Hungry.

Focused.

“Fuck it,” Jake muttered.

He reached over, shoved my hand aside, and took over — stroking me through my shorts with that perfect pressure.

I gasped, leaning into him, our lips meeting again. Hotter. Messier. Teeth and tongue and need.

Then I returned the favor. My hand slid into his waistband, fingers wrapping around his slick, throbbing cock.

We were grinding now, on top of each other. No shame. Just need.

I caught Lucas looking.

Tom too.

Lucas leaned toward Tom, nudging him. “You like what you’re seeing?”

Tom bit his lip.

Lucas didn’t wait.

His hand found Tom’s bulge. Stroked it gently.

Tom let out a shaky breath, but he didn’t stop him.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I do.”

And just like that, it was two pairs now — me and Jake, tangled, moaning, hands wet and fast. Lucas and Tom, slower, exploring, figuring it out.

The room was filled with panting, soft groans, the sound of friction under fabric. Heat.

I came first, right in Jake’s hand, biting my lip hard to stay quiet. Jake followed, hips twitching as I stroked him through his release.

Lucas’s pace sped up.

Tom let out a surprised groan — like he didn’t expect to like it that much — and shot hard into his shorts as Lucas rubbed him through it.

For a long second, no one said anything.

Then Jake looked up.

“So… what if next time, we all do something together?”

The silence was heavy.

Charged.

Nobody said no.

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Our cocks hanging heavy, already leaking, already pulsing. We stood there for a second, just staring. It was silent.

Then Lucas stepped behind Tom and started kissing his neck, slow and greedy.