Gooch Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

“If you start making even more fuss, I’ll have you wear g-strings.” I looked at him in horror. “They don’t have g-strings for men! Wait…do they?” “Tina?” Zach smirked at her, who then smirked back conspirationally and turned on the browser page and typed in the words. And just like that…hundreds of pictures of men in those flimsy underwear popped up on the screen, looking proud as fuck as they displayed those excuse for an underwear that left little to the imagination. “Motherfuckers!” I cursed out loud before I could stop myself. “You’ve got to be fucking shitting me!”

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

The clear outline of Grant’s cock in his trunks, and it was stunningly massive. “That was fun. Everything's better when the tits are out.” he said, completely unaware of what we were both giggling at. “What?” “Oh, nothing. Big guy.” Katie said, bursting out laughing. “You two are out of your mind.” he said, giving us both a look before he grabbed his towel and started drying off. Katie and I snuck off, just far enough that we could whisper gossip about him. “Did you see that?” she asked, giddy with excitement.

Genevieve picked up the walkie-talkie. "Anything unusual?" "No. He soaked in the bath for half an hour, then lay on the couch reading," came the immediate reply. Though the speaker couldn't be seen, it was clearly a woman. She thought for a moment, then added, "Captain, that guy has an amazing body—eight-pack abs. And, well… you know what I mean." "Don't tell me you're getting horny again," Genevieve teased.

This was nothing, but it was still enough to rattle me. I found my books, dumped right in front of the janitor’s closet. I knew what they were trying to say. But jokes on them, the janitor still earned more than what my mother made in a month. I almost laughed at the thought. The janitor was the least person here and yet he was still living a life that most of us wished we had. Laughter echoed around me, and cameras flicked as I picked up the scattered books, this was the ninth assault in one week. They knew how to work in the shadows, no loud attack, nothing that would cause a smear to their perfect little names.

The thing that comes out of one's butthole. The brown black-ish smelly thing. Technically, when he slipped, the envelopes around him flew through the air, like the ones in the movies where someone graduates. But instead of caps, they were brown and white envelops. Ah, "I told you." He grunts. "Can you please help me up?" I smirked, "Did the bad boy just say please?" "CHLOE!" I chuckled, "Okay, okay!" I bent down on my knees and helped him up, making sure that I'm not anywhere near the smelly poop.

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

said Captain Gavin. "Yes, Captain!" "Gggrrrr ...." "Tch! Owen, Dante, close your ears ...!" "Haaah?" "Grrraaaooorrr ..." ***