The Gooner Gang - Part 5

POV: Caleb

After what happened with Jake last time—God, even thinking about it makes me twitch—I couldn’t stop playing it over in my head. His hand on my cock. His mouth on mine. The way we looked at each other like we were starving.

And the way we both came like we needed it.

I wanted more. A lot more.

So I did what any dangerously horny, semi-closeted mastermind would do: I invited the Gooner Gang over again. No one questioned it. We were making this a habit now. A post-practice “cool down,” a bro session. Just some guys hanging out. Nothing weird… right?

They showed up sweaty again, cleats thudding on the stairs, the sharp scent of sweat and deodorant filling my room.

Lucas dropped his gym bag and collapsed on my bed, shirt still clinging to his back.

Tom flopped into the bean bag, already looking like he regretted showing up. Classic.

Jake? Jake smirked the second our eyes met. That look again. The one that said, You and me, we know exactly where this is heading.

I played it cool, but my heart was pounding.

Jake didn’t wait long. “Yo,” he said, stretching and letting his shirt ride up just enough to show off that stupid little V-line. “You guys down to do that gooner shit again?”

Tom sat up. “What, like… jerk off together? Again?”

Jake grinned. “C’mon, it’s not that weird. We’ve all got dicks, we all jerk off. It’s kind of a bonding thing at this point.”

Lucas snorted. “You just wanna see our cum faces again, bro.”

Jake threw a pillow at him. “Nah, I already memorized yours.”

Laughter broke out. The vibe was loose, light. Horny beneath the surface.

I jumped in. “Honestly… it was kind of hot.”

Tom gave me a side-eye. “You serious?”

I shrugged. “Dude, we’re the Gooner Gang. Might as well live up to it.”

Eventually, after enough teasing, enough half-jokes and casual mentions of hot girls and wild porn scenarios, everyone was stripping down again. Like it was just something we did now. No big deal.

Four dicks out. Four bros. “Not gay if we don’t touch,” Jake said, like a mantra.

We put some porn on the screen again, but the energy in the room wasn’t about the video. It was us. Our breathing, our glances, the way our hands moved in sync. Caleb and Jake stealing glances like a secret language. Lucas biting his lip. Even Tom, red in the face, but still doing it.

The tension was thicker than the sweat clinging to our skin.

And then—Jake took it further.

“Yo,” he said, stroking slow, cock already glossy with pre. “We ever think about, like… jerking each other?”

The room froze.

Lucas blinked. “Like… mutual handjobs?”

Jake shrugged. “I mean, we’ve seen each other. We’re already doing it side by side. Might be hot, just sayin’.”

Tom looked like someone had unplugged his brain. “That’s… That’s kinda…”

Lucas leaned back, curious. “Kinda what?”

Tom didn’t answer.

I swallowed hard. “We’re just helping each other finish. Bros helping bros. Still not gay.”

Jake grinned, his eyes flicking down to my cock again. “Exactly.”

Lucas was the first to crack. “Alright. Fuck it.”

And just like that, we crossed a line.

Jake turned to me first, his hand replacing mine without hesitation. His grip was familiar now. Confident. Hungry. My breath caught.

Lucas reached over and wrapped his fingers around Jake’s cock, slow and unsure at first, but getting into it fast.

Tom? Tom stayed back. Watching. Red-faced. Jerking himself, but not joining. Not yet.

But he didn’t leave.

That said everything.

The room was filled with wet sounds, panting, the kind of groans that say I shouldn’t like this but I fcking do*. We weren’t watching porn anymore. We were watching each other.

Lucas moaned low. Jake grunted. My head fell back as his hand squeezed me just right.

It was fast. Intense. Filthy.

And when we came—me in Jake’s hand, Jake in mine, Lucas spilling all over himself—it felt like we had crossed into a new version of ourselves.

A version that didn’t care about “rules.” Or labels. Or the old definition of “straight.”

We were gooners. And now?

We were just getting started.

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Lucas scratched his neck. “Kinda surprised me. Like… how good it felt. Watching. Being watched.”

“Watching Jake?” I said, pushing it a little.

His ears went red. “Watching you.”