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Chapter 5: Goon Squad

Tommy toweled off naked next to us, letting it all hang out, and I watched his blonde hair get spiky on its own when the towel fell off of it. I looked at his muscular ass which stood out on his skinny frame.

I nudged Bran with my hip and gestured to look at Tommy's oversized dick. He got a little red and whispered to me, "Been there."

My eyes went wide.

"Come over to my place," Tommy said. "It's free for a bit, interrupting our moment.

"Okay," Bran said immediately, before I could even open my mouth.

I looked between the two of them while Bran grinned down at the floor, pink to his ears.

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They locked the gate and I drove us all, Bran giving directions from the passenger seat.

"Left up here. It's the blue house."

"You've been there a lot, huh," I said.

"Shut up," he said, smiling out his window.

"So, what'd you guys used to get up to?" I asked.

"Edging mostly," Tommy said. "Long compilations of porn, with our dicks out. For hours, with rules sometimes, like nobody is allowed to finish until everyone is ready, then go at the same time into the same towel or whatever."

"And the tissue box game," Bran said.

"Oh, the tissue box game." Tommy grinned. "Box went in the middle of the floor, and when you finished you had to shoot for it from wherever you were sitting. Sink it in the box, you scored. Miss, and you cleaned up everybody's at the end of the night.""That's wild. Were you guys a bunch of straight shooters?"

"Depends how long we edged, but some of us, yeah."

"One guy saved up nine days for a tournament," Bran said. "He cried a little when he finally shot. I saw an actual tear on his face."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"And the cup," Tommy said.

"Don't tell him about the cup."

"There was a cup," Tommy said, and left it there.

Bran rubbed his face, pink to his ears.

"Wow," I said after a beat.

And as we walked into Tommy's fancy house, the tales continued.

"That's not even the worst of it," Tommy said. "We had competitions. First to leak pre-cum, stuff like that. Loser had to goon with his hands behind his back."

"How?" I said.

"Humping stuff."

"You guys are animals."

"We built something too," Bran said as we plopped onto a couch in Tommy's basement. "A homemade fleshlight from a pool noodle, with like... a rubber glove, and duct tape."

"We all shared it," Tommy said. "It had a name."

"Do not say the name."

"Ms. Leavenston."

"No way," I said, thinking back to the awakening moments of staring at her butt in class.

Tommy nodded, palming his crotch once over, firmly.

"And there was blasting," Tommy said.

"What's blasting?"

"When you finish, you aim it at one of the guys. On purpose. Bonus points."

I laughed so hard I nearly coughed. "There were points?"

"Everything had points," Bran said. He was looking down, a pink blush climbing up his neck again, but he was smiling. "Blasting was... double points or whatever."

"I blasted him across a whole couch once," Tommy said, jerking a thumb at Bran. "Full distance. He was on his phone."

"It got in my mouth," Bran said. "I didn't even hear him get up."

"You screamed."

"Anybody would scream though."

"It was nasty," Tommy said, with a huge smile. "I admit."

I sat there on Tommy's couch and looked at Bran like I had never met him before. This was the same kid who whispered "Can I?" at my boner in the garage, his hand floating in the air tentatively, too shy to touch it. And that same kid had spent years shooting loads at his friends for points, sinking shots of jizz into a tissue box from across a room in front of everyone.

He caught me staring and shrugged, grinning down at his knees. In my head I thought, I'm the rookie here. For once I was the inexperienced one in the room, and my dick stirred, pressing up into my jeans.

"Why'd you all stop?" I asked.

It got quiet.

"It just kind of fizzled," Tommy said.

"And..." Tommy started to say.

"He got a girlfriend," Bran interrupted, "And we really only did it at his place. So it was kind of over."

Tommy just nodded.

I started to say they should just show me at this point, and Tommy had his shorts down before I could finish the sentence. He didn't announce it or build up to it. He pulled it out and leaned back into the couch cushions with it standing straight up off his lap, hard as a rock already, thick and veiny, bigger than mine by a solid margin, even though he was younger than me. It was a big piece of meat. It bounced once with his heartbeat.

I stared openly, and I felt like Bran when he was staring at me in our kitchen.

"That's a monster, dude."

I put a hand on the back of Bran's neck and ran it up into his soft curls, slowly, his hair smooth against my fingers, and he tipped his head into my palm without taking his eyes off me. We held the eye contact for a long second, and Tommy stared us down from his end of the couch, holding that monster upright at the base, waiting on us.

Bran undid his fly next to me and worked himself out, and he sprang up stiffly, flushed darker than the rest of him, shining wet from tip to base, his knuckles already tacky where he gripped himself. He must have been leaking through every story in the car, because the front of his underwear had soaked dark already, sticky goo coating him to the base already. I watched a fresh bead well up at his tip while he settled back into the cushions, and he caught me looking and grinned down at his own lap.

I whipped mine out too. It ached in the open air, heavy and full and backed up, also wet at the tip, before I even closed a hand around it. My first stroke pulled a deep throb up out of my balls, and I exhaled hard through my nose.

Tommy scooted up to my side, and the three of us sat shoulder to shoulder on Tommy's basement couch, rock hard, jeans and shorts shoved down our thighs, nobody saying anything. Tommy worked that monster unhurriedly at his end, long easy pulls. It was clear he had done this, on this exact couch, a hundred times.

Bran leaned in and pressed warm against my arm, and his breathing already sat high in his chest. In my head I thought, I'm in this random goon squad now, the rookie member, on the same couch where Bran had once caught a load of jizz in his open mouth from one of his buddies.

There was not even any porn playing. Just three guys stroking in a quiet basement, watching each other, our breathing and the faint wet rhythm of Bran's grip the only sounds in the room

"Tell me why you really stopped," I said. My hand kept moving on myself, but slower now.

Tommy's long pulls stalled at his end of the couch. "He ditched us," he said, and Bran was already red.

"I blew everyone," Bran said, staring down at his own fist. "One night I sucked every dick in the room. All of them, one after the other. And somebody talked, and by Monday the whole school was calling me the gay kid. It got weird after that, so I just quit showing up."

Nobody laughed this time.

"That sucks," I said, and put my free hand on his bare thigh, warm skin and lean muscle tensing under my palm.

"You know we didn't care, dude," Tommy said. "We were all literally jerking off together."

"I know," Bran said quietly. "Sorry."

He sat there another second, still hard, his chest rising fast, my hand on his thigh and his shoulder pressed warm into mine. He pushed my hand off gently, slid forward off the cushion, and got down on his knees on the carpet in front of us, ending the conversation.

He started with me. Tommy started some music, a playlist on the TV as Bran slid between my knees on the carpet and wrapped a hand around the base of me. I felt the tingle of this is really happening right now as I let go and watched. He held my eyes, his mouth sinking down as he took me deeper than before, like he was channeling something.

Tommy reached over for a fistful of his curls and Bran pushed his hand away without even looking up.

"Wait your turn," Bran said before putting me back in.

"Yes sir," Tommy said, and put his hands behind his head as he leaned back, grinning and letting his large, solid pole jut out in front of himself obscenely.

Bran gagged on one deep push, his back seizing, showing a little more muscle than I thought he had. I even saw his perky little butt tense and relax as he choked himself on me. He came up with watering eyes and sank right back down, stubborn with himself, his jaw stretching wider on every pass until his nose brushed my dark hairs at the base.

"He only did it that one night," Tommy said at my shoulder, stroking himself steadily. "He never took anybody that deep."

Bran hummed proudly around me, and the buzz of it traveled down into my balls and pulled a groan up out of my chest. I wrapped my fingers around the base of my shaft, and under my balls, squeezing and watching his lips stretch around me. I pressed myself on the inside of his cheek, watching it bulge out of his mouth while he closed his eyes, letting me play with him. I pushed my fingers into his curls and he took me deeper for it, his throat flexing, his breath rushing hot against my stomach.

Tommy stroked himself steadily at my shoulder, watching us with his mouth open. After a minute, I let go, and Bran pulled off me with a wet pop, swinging over to Tommy's knees, a string of spit still connecting us, sagging between my tip and his bottom lip until it snapped across his chin, wetting my thigh along with Tommy's.

He took a quick breath before sinking his mouth down over that monster, and the visual kind of shocked me. A boy, fully stiff and leaking between his own knees, slurping on another dude right next to me. Tommy stretched Bran's lips wider than I had, and Bran strained to keep a seal around him, spit running down onto Tommy's balls, which looked recently shaved.

Bran braced his hand on Tommy's thigh, his cheeks hollowing sporadically, breathing hard through his nose. And the effort he put into it was what really drew me in. He sucked like he had unsettled business with this male organ. Maybe I was the one who closed this loop for him, I thought as I watched his skinny back flexing with every bob, his cute little ass arching out into the air.

I slid off the couch and knelt on the carpet behind him. He leaned toward me before I touched him, arching his skinny back and raising his hips for me. I looked at his hole, fully visible, and spread his soft cheeks apart for myself. I leaned in and breathed, getting my first real look at his pink little hole in the light, wide open, waiting on me, already warmed up from earlier. I had only tasted him in the dark, barely gotten a look.

I felt more excited looking at his quivering dick receptacle than I had been when I lost my virginity to a girl.

He was rocking forward onto Tommy with every bob, and I spread my knees wide on the carpet behind him and folded myself down until my face lined up with his raised hips. I wrapped one arm around his waist to hold him still. I wanted him steady, and I wanted my whole face in there. He arched higher when my breath hit him, and I pressed my thumbs in to keep him spread open while I leaned the rest of my weight in. I buried my face in him and ate him out hungrily, dragging my tongue flat and warm across him until he quit flexing against it, pushing into him until he groaned around that monster in his mouth, and above us Tommy said, "Dude," half under his breath. I kneaded his cheeks firmly while I worked, gripping and spreading, until the pale skin flushed red under my fingers.

Tommy's eyes closed as his hands gripped Bran's head, and he bobbed harder for it, fast and sloppy, and the sounds coming from deep in his neck and throat were intense. I had never heard a girl put that much effort into it in my life.

I rose up on my knees behind him, ready to finish what I had started in the shower.

I spat on him and watched it run down over the pink center of him, and worked it in with my thumb, small circles, feeling him flutter and clench and finally give. His body quit fighting it and pushed back against my hand, more quickly than in the shower earlier, his head still bobbing on Tommy at the other end.

I knelt up behind him, jeans bunched around my thighs, lined myself up, and pressed against him until the tightness gave and the heat of him swallowed the head of me. He moaned around Tommy, long and muffled, and Tommy swore under his breath above us. I sank in a little at a time, his body gripping me snugly the whole way, pulling at me every time he groaned, and when my hips met his soft cheeks I held there and breathed. We found a rhythm without a word. I pulled his hips back onto me and every push drove him forward onto that mouthful, his skinny frame swaying between us, his spine flexing under his pale skin, his curls bouncing.

"Don't make me cum yet," Tommy said quietly.

Bran pulled him out of his mouth and licked his balls, making out with them sloppily. He was letting go. Tommy held his head steadily, lifting his legs and guiding him lower until he was eating his ass, and we rocked him back and forth between us, his muffled sounds climbing higher every time I buried myself fully in him.

Tommy caught my eye over Bran's arched back, and we just watched each other for a minute, our eyes getting glassy, gooning inside the twink as we watched each other use him.

He nodded toward my spot behind him. I slowly pulled out of the snug heat of Bran's hole, and he groaned into Tommy's ass at the loss of me, his hips still raised, chasing me backward. Tommy slid off the cushions, I stood up on shaky knees, and we traded places wordlessly.

I dropped onto the warm cushion and slid my hips forward, and Bran went under me, licking my balls, pressing his tongue flat and warm against me while Tommy sank into him from behind and picked the rhythm right back up. I watched him lose focus as Tommy pushed in, the heavy girth stretching him open one inch at a time. His tongue stalled flat against my balls, his mouth hanging slack, breathing hot on me, and his whole skinny body rocked forward with every slow push from behind.

When my legs started shaking I pulled him up by the curls and fed him my dick. He gobbled me up hungrily, like he was getting something he had wanted for a long time. His eyes fluttered a little with the quick movements as I held his head and used his throat, and he took every push. Behind him Tommy started battering into him quickly, the smacks of their skin getting louder and closer together as his strokes broke apart. His hips pressed flush.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Me too."

He finished buried in him with a long groan, and Bran moaned around me as I started to finish right after him. He gagged but held on as I pulsed in his throat, watching his neck move with my dick bulging out of it. 

Tommy pulled out and released the last of his load onto Bran's pearly white cheeks, and I let his head off me and pulled his face up to mine. We kissed properly, making out with all the tastes mixing in our mouths, the throat fucking juices, my load, and everything else dripping down between us. Tommy's hands found the backs of both our heads, and we turned at the same time toward him, as all three of us rubbed our hands up and down each other, feeling butts and dicks while our tongues traded off with each other.

After a minute, the post orgasm aura faded into real life again, and we slowly separated, reaching for our shorts. 

"Better get home," Bran said. 

"Thanks for coming over," Tommy said, genuinely. 

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I drove us home with Bran quiet in the passenger seat, his knees pulled up toward the dash, picking at the hem of his shorts. Halfway there he looked over at me.

"You're not weirded out?"

"Jealous of that dude's monster, a little," I said. "And how much you liked it."

He smiled at me.

"But no," I added, "not weirded out. We both learned new things on this trip, dude."

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We still snapchat all the time, Bran and I. Dick pics, mostly. He sends his stiff, red dick poking out of the fly of my old flannel pajama pants, and I send mine back, heavy in my fist, fresh off a pump at the campus gym. He rates them. I pretend I don't care about the ratings. But I care a lot. I kept his underwear, and I let him keep mine too, of course. But I made him wash them. Nasty little fuck.

I connected with Tommy too. Apparently the two of them meet up now, whenever his house empties out, for Bran to choke himself on that monster again, and take it in the ass "depending on what he had for lunch". I get the videos. His wavy hair bouncing, his cheeks expanding as his lips stretch to their limits, his eyes watering, Tommy's fingers buried in his hair while he films it. And at the end Bran always looks up into the camera, which I know is for me specifically. I watch those at the beginning and end of pretty much every goon sesh now, even if I have a girl to bang.

I can't wait to go home for Christmas. Mom wants "the boys" together for the whole break, and for once I want exactly what she wants, for very different reasons.

And the day I got back to campus, before I even unpacked, I hit up my freshman roommate.