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My Friend’s Gooner Room 03
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Chapter 3: Den of Sin
We hopped back into his bedroom and closed the door quickly, giggling but careful not to wake Lukas. My body still felt a bit energized from everything that had happened tonight, especially in the bathroom, and Derek had that same restless look. We didn’t even talk about it. We just grinned at each other like idiots and kept moving. The second the door closed, he pushed me against the wall, holding my hip and slipped the homemade toy onto my dick again, laughing when I twitched from how sensitive I still was. I had already cum multiple times that night, but I was still hard enough to penetrate it.
I took it from him and shoved it back onto him, and he didn't resist at all, just smiling down at it while I played with his cock. We moved to his bed and kept messing around like that, giggling under our breaths, trying to be quiet and failing. Neither of us could settle down. It felt like we were running on pure hormones.
Then we heard Lukas groan himself awake.
He rolled over on his mattress pad, eyes half‑open, catching us mid‑chaos as we scrambled to cover ourselves. Derek panicked first, yanking the toy under his blanket. I fumbled for a piece of the blanket to cover myself, but Derek was hogging the whole thing, and I had to cover my dick with my hands, trying to look innocent even though we were both clearly fully naked.
“What’re you guys doing?” Lukas mumbled, hair stuck to his forehead.
“You don’t want any part of this,” Derek said immediately, still smiling.
Lukas squinted at us. “That makes me want to be part of it.”
We exchanged a look. There was no way to hide it. So we told him. Not every detail, but enough that he got the idea. Lukas didn't appear to believe us at first, until Derek pulled out the slimy toy, and Lukas' face twisted in disgust.
“That’s so fucking gross,” he said. “And gay.”
We burst out laughing, which only made him more annoyed. He kept staring, though, while we all fell silent for a beat. Then he softened.
“…Okay but, like… how does it work?”
Derek tilted the toy slightly toward Lukas so he could see it better.
Lukas stared at it, then at us, then at the toy again. The fomo was clear on his face. "Ok, I'll try it."
“You have to use it in the room,” Derek said quickly, smirking.
“What? Hell no.”
“Then you don’t get to try it.”
A beat passed. I thought about how both our loads were mixed inside it already, and as thrilling as that was to me, Lukas might actually not want it anyway if he realized that.
“…Fine,” Lukas muttered.
He pushed his blanket off, revealing a dick that was noticeably bigger than either of ours. Derek and I both paused, visibly impressed, perhaps a bit insecure. Lukas ignored our reactions and grabbed the toy, looking down at it next to his cock. The moment he slid himself inside it, his jaw dropped open.
“Oh my god,” he whispered.
Derek smirked and grabbed his phone, opening a video of some girl getting railed on her back, titties bouncing. When Lukas saw it, he groaned loudly.
“Fuck. I love titties so much.”
“You like mine?” Derek asked, squeezing his pecs together.
Lukas and I both started laughing. “No,” Lukas said.
Derek, without missing a beat, turned around and bent over. “My ass could be titties.”
His delivery was so stupid and confident that I broke into actually belly laughter.
“Yeah,” I said. “Great titties. Mine are probably just as good.”
I turned around next to him, both of us showing Lukas our hairless asses side by side.
“Whose is better?” Derek asked.
Lukas groaned. “Shut the fuck up.” He reached out and smacked my ass. “The balls ruin it.”
Derek suddenly perked up like he just solved a puzzle.
He scampered across the room to his desk and rummaged through the drawer. He came back holding a black marker.
Before I could react, he put a hand on my lower back and held me still as I was still bent over. I stayed where I was, confused, until I felt the cold tip of the marker touch my ass cheek.
“What are you—”
“Shh,” Derek said, concentrating.
Lukas was still inside the toy, lazily stroking while watching Derek doodle on me. They both started cracking up in these suppressed giggles that made me want to laugh too even though I had no idea what they were laughing at.
When Derek finished, Lukas scooted aside so I could see myself in the standing mirror.
I collapsed forward, screaming with laughter.
He had drawn little nipples on each cheek so my ass looked like titties.
My abs hurt from laughing. I rolled onto my stomach, face in the mattress pad.
“Nice titties,” Lukas said, grabbing one of my cheeks.
“You should titty‑fuck her,” Derek said.
The comment sent me into another fit of laughter, until Lukas suddenly threw the toy aside and climbed on top of me.
“WHAT...Lukas!” I yelped.
He didn’t put his weight fully on me, but enough that I couldn’t get up. His dick, slippery from the lubed mix in the toy, slipped between my cheeks.
I kicked my legs and twisted, still laughing, but he held himself steady and kept it between my cheeks. The conditioner smeared over my skin, making everything slick.
“Oh my god...STOP,” I laughed, rolling left and right. I didn't mean it, but I had to pretend. It was too weird otherwise to be enjoying the joke this much.
Derek was in the corner of my vision, sitting cross‑legged, rock hard again, laughing so hard he choked on his breath for a second.
Lukas kept rubbing himself between my cheeks until the laughter turned sort of quiet, and focused.
He didn’t literally go inside me. He pressed himself up and down between my cheeks, holding my hips and my sides, whatever part of me he could grab as I squirmed. My own dick got hard and rubbed against the bed, until I was basically leaning into him and pressing my ass up and down his dick. It was a pleasant feeling every time he put pressure on the hole, and that fact actually scared me a bit. He used the position to slide between my cheeks like we had accidentally invented a new stupid thing.
Then Derek wanted a turn.
He replaced Lukas, who slid off me still stroking himself, and Derek lined up behind me. He was smaller than Lukas but even firmer, and his hands were shaky on my hips. I felt the pressure of him sliding between my cheeks, and even though we were all laughing at first, it stuck with me that it felt different when he took over. He was more nervous for some reason. He was as scared as me of how pleasurable this was. We had a psychic connection about it.
He started to go kind of hard against me, and before he actually finished on my body, I pulled away, still laughing a bit.
“My turn,” I said.
I grabbed the marker from the floor. “Derek gets nipples too.”
He tried to back up. “No, wait—”
Too late.
Skinny Derek was not that hard to hold down. I pushed him onto his stomach and drew matching nipples on each of his cheeks while he kicked his legs uselessly.
Lukas fell sideways laughing.
Then I slid myself between Derek’s cheeks, adding some spit to make it smooth, testing the angle. He didn't resist, and it was a bit funny and strangely thrilling. He sort of just froze while I showed him what it felt like to have his hole pressed against while a guy's weight held you down. He sort of laughed like it tickled, in between quiet moments of realization of how pleasant it was.
“Dude. What the fuck.”
“Great titties,” I said.
We basically had a lot of fun taking turns grinding between the other’s cheeks, with one person being the "titties" at any given time, while the other two basically rubbed our dicks against his ass, laughing at how stupid the whole joke was but quietly amazed at how it felt. Lukas liked going fast, especially when he was grinding on my ass. Derek liked going slow, probably because he was a quick cummer, like me. I kept switching positions, honestly enjoying when it was my ass being used. I enjoyed trying to figure out what felt best, and it even crossed my mind that they "might as well shove it in", but I stopped myself before I crossed that line, for now. I kept clenching and relaxing just to see how they reacted. It became sort of a slippery competition, each of us trying to make the others get to the edge first. Our hips bumped, our dicks slipped over sweaty skin, and the vibe in the room shifted from laughing to sort of just having a sexual experience, with small involuntary noises of a hormonal male in ecstasy.
Eventually we slid apart, taking a break from the ass-titties game, panting and red-faced, forming a loose circle on the floor to play with the glove pocket pussy thing again. All of us were hard and shiny with sweat. None of us tried to hide anymore that we were just enjoying the sex of it all. Derek held the toy in his hand and pressed it onto himself. Lukas had both hands on himself, stroking slowly with this glazed-over focus as he stared at Derek's dick stuffing the toy. I sat back on my heels, heart still racing, adrenaline making my hands shake.
Lukas put his hand on the toy between Derek’s legs gently, silently asking for it, and Derek let go. He slid it off him and pressed himself inside with a grunt, and handed it to me after a few thrusts. I used it for a bit, then gave it to Derek. We passed it around like we were passing a joint in a movie, each of us groaning quietly as the cum and lube from earlier kept everything slick.
Between turns with the toy, we used our hands. We started touching each other almost at the same moment, an unspoken agreement that we were goon brothers now. Derek was the first to turn it into a proper circle jerk, moving the toy onto my dick and pressing it down to the hilt, before lifting it up again. I felt the mix of cum and conditioner inside it as the feeling in my balls rose quickly toward the edge again.
Lukas grabbed Derek's dick and held it, signalling that he was co-signing the shift in focus. I grabbed Lukas' dick and sort of marveled at the size of it. It was strange holding someone else' dick at all, let alone a big one. It was like what I expected mine to eventually become, if I was lucky. I felt his pulse in the throbbing rhythm, and paid attention as it flinched when I squeezed the slimy tip.
There had been no plan for something like this to happen, no order in our chaotic stumbling from one erotic moment to the next. Lukas would reach over and wrap his hand around me without warning. Derek would stroke Lukas while I used the toy. At one point I had my hand on Derek’s thigh, basically touching his balls, steadying him while he pumped into the toy I was holding. It all blended together.
We developed an unspoken rule to warn each other when we were about to cum. None of us wanted to finish too early. It made everything more intense. Every time someone whispered, “Ok, stop,” the rest of us slowed down, dragging it out until the pressure felt unbearable.
We edged each other like that for what felt like forever, each round getting harder to stop. Every time one of us paused, another picked up the rhythm, keeping the whole circlejerk moving toward some mega-climax I was anticipating.
Eventually the sun was about to come up, apparent through the light on the horizon out Derek's window.
“Ready to cum?” Derek whispered.
We nodded.
We all sort of sat up on our knees, holding the dick of the guy to our right. Derek was wanking me, and I was stroking Lukas' big one. Derek grabbed the blue sock from earlier with his free hand. The nasty, cum-drenched ball of cotton we had jizzed in multiple times between us. He dropped it in the middle of us and we aimed each other's dicks over it.
We loosely tried to time our ejaculations together, and I finished first, a sharp pulse shooting through me, a strong orgasm that matched the weirdness of the night. I came more than I expected to after finishing multiple times earlier, and my shots went kind of wildly on Derek’s rug, mostly missing the sock..
“Damn,” Lukas groaned under his breath upon seeing my load, “I’m cumming.”
I sped up on his dick until he squirted a decent sized load across the circle, hitting my leg, before shooting several more shots at the sock. Feeling him pulse in my hand was yet another surreal moment I never expected to have. Derek finished soon after, dropping forward onto his hands with a quiet gasp as Lukas pumped him onto the carpet. .
I checked my phone.
3:57 a.m.
The exhaustion hit me like a wave.
“I’m crashing,” I said quietly, nothing else in my head except the thought of sleep and a comfortable blanket.
I pulled on my underwear, though it felt pointless at that point, and slipped under my blanket on the mattress pad on the floor.
Through our pandemonium, Lukas’ mattress pad had shifted across the room without us even realizing it, ending up right next to mine. He flopped onto it, still naked, pulled a blanket loosely over himself, and passed out almost immediately, facing away from me.
Derek wiped up the cum from his rug with his fingers, for whatever reason, including some of all three of our loads, and wiped it onto the sock, which he left in the pile next to his bed. Instead of getting on his bed, he lay down between Lukas and me, not saying a word as he put his head on the pillow I was using, lying on his back, closing his eyes.
I turned away from the other guys, listening to both of them breathe as I let sleep take me. My body felt weirdly sore in random places, I assumed from sitting and holding my body in weird positions all night. My brain was a mess of thrill and confusion and a little fear about how we would all feel in the morning, including me.
I pulled my blanket up over my chest and let my eyes drift shut. And the last thing I remember was Derek’s hand slowly, subtly, crawling up my blanket and stopping on my hip, just gently holding on.
Comments
Jules
You COULD stop at this hot sticky poignant moment but why would you?
Jeremy Scott
Imagine if one of them became the sex toy 🥵 fucking hot
