Gooch Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

I stabbed my eggs again and became laser-focused on my plate when my father came down from his room. “But who are they congratulating like that?” “Him? That’s the captain of our school’s hockey team. Auntie, he’s so good, rumours have it that NHL scouts everywhere are fighting for a piece of him.” My throat suddenly felt too dry. I reached for the jar of orange juice at the centre of the table. “He’s quite handsome.” Talullah squealed. “I know, right?! I’m going to make him my boyfriend very soon—“ The jar slipped from my hand and spilled over my side of the table. By the time I jerked back, the front of my dress pants was already soaked.

After doing a kip-up, he had stayed crouched and kept his head bowed. “You took it from the goldmongers, didn’t you?” Ganzorig asked. “I always knew you had sticky fingers, mole-rat. You have no shame.” “Says the guy whose face goes all the way to the back of his head,” Sasha mocked. “You ever thought of getting a job as a lighthouse? I think you’d be great at it.” Aki chuckled appreciatively. “Shut yer trap!” Captain Fang roared. “Show ’im the book.”

I tilt my head to the side, experimenting, and am desperately pleased when the fire goes wide and low, creating a wide ring on the ground instead of a tall funnel. “God damn it,” the Captain says, his face bursting into a grin. Then he looks over at me. “How…how big can it get?” I glance over at Jackson who looks down at me, quite casual. “I’ve got…acres of power left in me, Ari. I’m not kidding when I say this is a croissant.” When I look back at the Captain his face is twisted in confusion. “A croissant?” I laugh. “He just means it can get big. Really big.”

I looked at his trousers and threw a new pair of trousers at him. "You might want to change into this," I said to him, looking at his drenched trousers. The stench was another thing entirely. I know this might be the first gunfight he had been to, but peeing on himself was absurd. I didn't want to embarrass him further; this kind of thing has a way of sticking with the person for life. "The Pissing Capo," I murmured to myself. That would be quite a name.

We have been talking about porn and we suddenly get to see a live one. They notice our entrance and Cleopatra jumps off first like she's Batwoman, exposing her partner. Our jaws nearly touch the floor when we see who it is. Not only has the football captain's girlfriend cheated on him, but she's also hip-fucking the school's professor! And he's as bald as a ball. He scrambles across the bed like missing letters on a board, trying to cover his nakedness. It's even worse when his round eyes see that we have cameras and they aren't fake.

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

^•^MATURE SCENE^•^ ~~NEET'S POV~~ I positioned myself on his cock and slowly let it fit inside me, first the tip then the whole. I still can't believe that it actually fit completely despite its humongous size. It pained a little when it entered, stretching me but after sliding in and out the pain subdued. Well let me tell you a secret *whispers* The pain was worth it...hehe *evil laughter*😎😎

the captain says in response to her jokes. "Now, here is me in elementary school; I suppose I was eight or nine years old in this photograph; I seem tall in this picture, ey?" he says, demonstrating how long his legs appear in the photos. "This is when I was in high school; these men were my pals; we weren't classmates, but we went out a lot doing dirty stuff." The captain is slowly telling Annika about his adventures, which she is thoroughly enjoying. "I admire how polished you look in your school uniform; you seem like a nerd here, lol!" she laughs. "I was such a nerd back then, ha! Ha! ha!" The captains answer Annika while laughing.

His voice sounded like he was in terrible, physical pain. Oliver frowned. He looked at the drunk hockey captain in total confusion. "Stop you from what?" Oliver asked. "What is wrong with you?!" Alexander breathed heavily. His chest rose and fell fast. Suddenly, he grabbed Oliver’s right wrist. His grip was tight and incredibly hot. He pulled Oliver’s hand down. He forced Oliver's palm flat against the front of his own dark blue silk pants. Oliver gasped loudly. His eyes went huge. Right under the thin silk, Alexander was completely, rock hard. The thick, hot bulge pushed heavily against Oliver’s palm. The heavy heat burned right through the expensive fabric. It was a massive, demanding tent