Gummigoo X Jax Novels & Stories

Cole by the window looking like he was 2 minutes from being completely useless. Rex looked up at me with that smile — the one like the world was a joke only he was in on. "Jax." He held the joint out. "Want some?" "How about I shove it down your ass?" I retorted. He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Calm down big guy, I was only sharing." "3 on 1," I looked at all 3 of them disgustingly. “You piece of shits don't have anything better to do?”

Roxie asked, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and a filthier kind of excitement that she couldn't hide. "He’s not a stranger, Roxie, he’s a brother in arms, and besides, I’m going to be very busy seeing just how much of a slut Candy really is while Jax tries to see if he can make you fall off your chair in the middle of a crowded restaurant," I said, my thumb already finding the slider on the remote Jax had given me. "Oh god, I can feel it already, Jax, did you give him the high-frequency one? It feels like a swarm of bees is trying to eat its way out of my cunt," Candy groaned, her back arching as I pushed the slider up just a fraction.

I miss King. Jax's Bar is located about a mile from my previous living quarters. The place is smoky with candlelight and a stale smell even the smoke can't hide. There's no menu because they serve one drink-hooch. And one item to eat-popcorn. Somehow Jax commandeered, bribed, or stole hundreds of pounds of popcorn kernels and he pops a new batch daily with lots of salt minus butter. It's a treat and the one other time I came here, I gorged myself on the popcorn to the point I thought my stomach would explode. After that, Kara would hide some in her pockets and bring it back for me to our living quarters, which was quite nice of her. Really, though, there's only one reason to be in Jax's and

Piss pooled ankle-deep lapping chained feet, scent ammonia-sharp blending cum reek. Finale plugged triple: monster anal plug vibing ass, girthy pussy stopper beaded tail, throat gag cock-shaped silencing moans. Remote trio buzzed random torment"hold form till class end," Jax decreed, crew dispersing. Mia slumped solo hours, body twitching edges, loads sloshing sealed, pump-clit throbbing fist-begging.

he hooked a thumb over his shoulder, "getting the board ready." Jessi moved to look at the board, dropping her bag into a chair at the table. Picking up the wax, she read the label and frowned. "Sex Wax?" She looked up at Judd. He laughed. "Mr. Zog's. It's the best." He laughed again at her blank look. "It helps you stick to the board." "Why do they call it 'sex wax'?" she wondered aloud. "I don't know. Probably to sell more wax," he laughed, admiring the blush that graced her cheeks.

“You here to browse or looking to get something done?” I set my grocery bag down just inside the door. My palms felt damp. “Get something done, I think.” The buzz-cut guy smiled—slow, easy, no mockery in it. “Cool. I’m Jax. That’s Marcus.” He nodded toward the bearded one. “First time?” “Yeah.” I took a step closer. My voice came out quieter than I wanted. “First time.” Marcus straightened from the counter. Up close he was even taller than he’d looked through the window. “No rush. We can talk it through. What are you thinking?”

I said, my voice sounding flat and tired. "Make sure he understands," Carl said, leaning against the wall. "If I see you two whispering in the halls tomorrow, the photo goes up. I’ve got the link ready. One click, and Jax is done. You want to see him playing for some local club back home? Because that’s where he’s heading if you don't end this." I didn't answer. I pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the storm. Jax was waiting by my car. He looked like a drowned rat, his hair plastered to his forehead, his hoodie dripping. But when he saw me, he tried to smile.

She sipped, cocked her head at him. “Well?” he said. “Did the heavens open and the angels sing?” She giggled. “It’s good.” “Yeah?” Jax took a sip himself. “Hmmm. I taste… classic cedarwood with hints of licorice, balanced by notes of spice and tobacco. Maybe a breath of vanilla.” Sarah gaped at him. “You – what?” Jax laughed again. “That’s what the guy in the store said when he recommended it to me.” “Did you roll your eyes?”

Derek stepped into the room, slinging his Les Paul case over his shoulder, his eyes instantly tracking Jax's massive 6'5" frame standing next to me. ​"Guys," I smiled, stepping sideways while keeping my hand locked in Jax's. "This is Jax. Jax, these are my bandmates—Marcus, Sarah, and Derek." ​Marcus's jaw practically dropped. "Wait... Jax Cole? As in the Los Angeles Lakers starting point guard?" ​Jax let out a smooth, easy chuckle, stepping forward to shake Marcus and Sarah's hands with a firm, respectful grip. "In the flesh. You guys sound unreal together. The harmony on that third track was insane."

His hips buckled up as I sped up, faster and faster. “OH FUCK SCARLET!” Jaxson moaned as I continued my attack on his dick. I don’t know how it was possible for him to get harder but he did. Cupping his balls was the final straw for him as he let out a deep growl and blew his seed deep down my throat. I kept pumping until I had swallowed every drop of him. His hands relaxed so I sat up. He was staring at me with an unreadable expression as I used my finger to wipe the edge of my lip before sticking it in my mouth, licking it clean.