"Then it's time," Sammy growled, climbing over me and straddling my hips like he owned me. "Time to fuck your goon brain out, baby."
He reached back, yanked the thick toy from my ass in one smooth motion. The sudden emptiness made me whimper, my hole clenching around nothing. Then he positioned himself over my aching, leaking cock, the swollen head kissing his tight ring.
"Watch," Sammy commanded, voice thick with lust. "Watch my jock pussy swallow every inch of your huge goon cock."
He sank down agonizingly slow. I stared, mesmerized, as his hole stretched wide around my fat head, then swallowed the first thick inch… then another… then more. The wet, velvety heat engulfed me, so tight it felt like a living vice pulsing around my shaft. By the time his perfect bubble ass was flush against my lap, my entire cock buried to the balls, my brain was already short-circuiting.
"Fuuuuck," we both groaned in unison.
The sensation was overwhelming. After hours of edging and gooning, being buried inside Sammy felt like pure liquid bliss. His walls rippled and clenched around me, hot, slick, and impossibly tight. Every tiny movement sent electric jolts up my spine. My cock throbbed violently inside him, so hypersensitive I could feel the blood pulsing through his ass.
"Don't move yet," Sammy ordered, bracing his hands on my massive square pecs. "Just feel it. Feel how my jock pussy owns your cock."
I lay there trembling, drooling from the corner of my mouth, eyes half-rolled back. My big tits heaved with every shaky breath. The heat, the pressure, the constant milking squeeze of his hole had me spiraling deeper into goon space. Thoughts melted away. There was only cock. Only his jock pussy. Only pleasure.
"Keep gooning inside me," he whispered, starting to ride with slow, deliberate strokes. Lifting until just my swollen head stretched his rim, then sinking back down until I bottomed out. The wet schlick-schlick-schlick of lube and precum filled the room.
I was gone. Completely blissed out. My mouth hung open, tongue lolling, a thick string of drool running down my chin onto my chest as I stared dumbly at the sight of my thick cock disappearing into his perfect ass over and over. My heavy pecs bounced with every thrust. I could barely form words—just low, stupid moans.
"Touch yourself," Sammy demanded. "Play with those big pec tits while I ride you."
My hands moved automatically, thick fingers finding my sensitive nipples. I pinched and twisted them hard, the sharp pleasure shooting straight to my cock. The dual sensation — his hole gripping and milking me, my own tits being abused — pushed me even deeper. My eyes crossed. More drool spilled from my slack mouth onto my abs.
"That's it," Sammy moaned, bouncing harder now, his cheeks rippling against my thighs. "Such a good fucking gooner. Look at you — drooling like a brainless slut while I fuck myself on your cock. You love this, don’t you?"
"Y-yes," I slurred, voice wrecked. "Fuuuuck… love gooning… love your jock pussy…"
"Say it properly," he snapped, clenching around me viciously.
"I love gooning while you ride my cock," I babbled, drooling uncontrollably now. "Love your tight jock pussy… love being your dumb goon…"
We shifted positions, and Sammy got on his hands and knees, presenting his ass to me. I grabbed his hips and slid back inside him, both of us groaning at the sensation.
"Fuck me," Sammy said, looking back at me over his shoulder. "Goon inside me. Let your body take over."
I started thrusting, and it was like my body knew exactly what to do. My hips moved on their own, driving my cock deep into his ass over and over. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room, mixing with our moans and the wet squelching of lube and precum.
"Reach back and spread my cheeks," Sammy instructed. "Watch your cock fuck my jock pussy."
I did as he said, my hands gripping his perfect ass cheeks and pulling them apart. The sight was incredible—my thick cock sliding in and out of his tight hole, his rim gripping my shaft, the way his ass jiggled with every thrust.
"Fuck," I groaned. "Your ass is so perfect. So smooth and round and tight."
"It's yours," Sammy moaned. "This jock pussy belongs to your goon cock. Fuck it harder. Breed me."
I picked up the pace, pounding into him harder, my balls slapping against his ass with every thrust. Sweat was dripping off my forehead onto his back, and I could smell the musk of sex filling the room.
"Yes!" Sammy cried out. "Just like that! Fuck your goon brain out inside me!"
We kept going, switching positions again. Sammy rolled onto his back, his legs over my shoulders, and I slid back inside him. From this angle I could see his face, could watch his expressions as I fucked him.
"Kiss me," Sammy said, and I leaned down, our lips meeting in a sloppy, desperate kiss.
Our tongues tangled together as I kept thrusting, and I could feel my heavy pecs rubbing against his chest. Sammy's hands moved to my nipples, pinching and rolling them, and I moaned into his mouth.
"Your pecs are so fucking hot," Sammy panted against my lips. "So big and thick. I love feeling them rub against me while you fuck me."
I kept pounding into him, our bodies sliding together, slick with sweat. The kiss got messier, more desperate, and I could feel myself getting close.
"Sammy," I warned. "I'm gonna—"
"Not yet," he said. "One more position. I want to feel your weight on me while you breed my sloppy hole."
I pulled out and Sammy flipped onto his stomach, his ass pushed up slightly. I climbed on top of him, my chest pressed against his back, and slid my cock back inside him.
"Fuck," we both groaned.
This position was different—deeper, more intimate. I could feel every inch of him beneath me, could smell his sweat and his hair, could hear every little sound he made.
"Breed me," Sammy moaned. "Fill my jock pussy with your cum. You've been such a good gooner, baby. You've earned it."
I started thrusting again, and I could feel sweat dripping from my forehead onto his back. My whole body was working, my muscles straining, my hips driving my cock deep into his ass over and over.
"That's it," Sammy encouraged. "Let go. Goon yourself stupid inside me. Cum in my jock pussy."
The permission was all I needed. I felt my orgasm building, this massive wave that started in my balls and spread through my entire body. My thrusts got harder, more desperate, and Sammy was moaning non-stop beneath me.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Sammy cried out, and I felt his hole clench down on my cock like a vice. His whole body shook, and I could feel his cum shooting out onto the sheets beneath us, completely hands-free.
The sensation of his hole clenching around me pushed me over the edge.
"Sammy!" I roared, slamming balls-deep one final time.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train. My vision actually whited out, and every muscle in my body locked up. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, so intense it was almost painful. My cock throbbed and pulsed, pumping what felt like gallons of cum deep inside Sammy's ass.
It went on and on, my body convulsing, my cock jerking and spurting. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel. This was nothing like the orgasm from yesterday—this was something else entirely, something that rewired my brain and left me completely undone.
After what felt like an eternity, the waves started to subside. But I didn't pull out. I kept my cock buried inside him, still twitching with aftershocks, and started moving again.
"Fuck, Darren," Sammy gasped. "You're still going?"
"Can't stop," I panted. "Need more. Need to keep gooning in your jock pussy."
We kept fucking through the aftershocks, slower now, messier. I could feel my cum leaking out around my cock, could hear the obscene wet sounds as I thrust into his sloppy hole. We were both covered in sweat and cum and lube, our bodies sliding together.
"That's it, baby," Sammy moaned. "Keep gooning. Keep fucking me. Don't stop."
I don't know how long we kept going. Time had lost all meaning. All I knew was the feeling of his ass around my cock, the sound of his moans, the smell of sex and sweat filling the room.
Finally, we collapsed together in a sticky, exhausted pile. I was still inside him, my cock finally starting to soften, and we were both panting and trembling.
"Holy fuck," I managed to gasp out.
"Yeah," Sammy agreed breathlessly. "Holy fuck."
We lay there for a long time, neither of us moving, both of us completely spent. My mind was still fuzzy, still in that gooned-out state where thinking felt impossible.
Eventually, I pulled out of him with a wet sound, and we both groaned. I could see my cum leaking out of his hole, and the sight made my cock twitch weakly.
Sammy turned over and curled into my side, his head on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around him automatically.