Gummigoo X Jax Novels & Stories

A slow burn with a fire that consumes us both, bleeding our souls together so that from the pile of ash we emerge as one. Grabbing his body wash from the caddy, I lather my body in suds. I inhale its scent deeply, the spicy smell of it plays off his natural cedar and rain smell so well. Letting myself get lost in the comfort of the steam and soap, I start to sing to myself. A husky chuckle snaps my focus, my heart starts pounding against my rib cage. His sweet voice finishes the verse I was singing. Swoon. Okay, Alpha, I thought to myself, let's take this to the next level.

He kept stroking, milking every drop onto us as he moaned our names. We stayed like that for a moment side by side on all fours, covered in his cum, breathing heavily. Jax leaned down and kissed both our backs, his hands gently rubbing our sore asses. “You two are going to kill me this weekend,” he said, voice rough but satisfied. Mia turned her head and kissed me softly. “I think I’m okay with that.” So was I.

I again sit on my couch as a old jeopardy show plays on my small TV far in the evening. The couple from yesterday are still going at it in another room in the complex, but this time it's a lot more docile. I grab another chip from the bag, tasting the wonderful salty heaven as it slides down my throat. I also have a sandwich on my lap, two cans of cherry soda, and a few bags of gummy worms. I took a little of the money I've been saving over months and used it to buy all this. However, it

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.

He gets angry when we call him a fairy. “The fire pit is roaring and mo gra sent me to come to fetch your arses for drinking games,” Jaxson says with a faint Irish lilt to his otherwise Texan accent. His manic jade eyes are shining from underneath his blood-red curls and a wicked smirk on his angular face. He claps his hands three times, bouncing on his toes as he does so. “Chop. Chop. Kiddies! This is an order. Think of it as a bonding exercise,” he says gleefully shooing us all with his hands.

He tangled thick fingers into Alex’s damp hair and thrust forward, forcing the fat head past his lips. Alex gagged instantly, the sheer girth stretching his jaw to its limit. His eyes watered as more inches pushed in, filling his mouth, pressing against his tongue. “That’s it… fuck, tighter than I imagined,” Jax groaned, head tilting back in pleasure. He started with shallow rocks, feeding Alex more and more until half his length was buried in wet heat. Saliva drooled from the corners of the freshman’s stretched lips, dripping messily down his chin and onto his own throbbing cock.

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?”

"You're... um. You're Marcus?" "I am." Marcus stepped aside. "Come in." Jax walked in like a lamb wandering into a slaughterhouse. He had a gym bag slung over his shoulder. New sneakers. Clean jeans. He was trying to look cool, but his hands were shaking. Marcus closed the door. Leaned against it. Crossed his arms over his chest, which made his biceps bulge. "So," Marcus said. "You've done this before?" Jax nodded too fast. "Yeah, totally. I've hooked up with, like, lots of guys."

“The Ice King brought his girlfriend to practice. Should we all clap or something?” Leo kept walking. “Don’t start.” “No, seriously,” Jax continued, falling into step beside us. “I’m trying to adjust here. One minute you’re emotionally unavailable to the entire female population, next minute you’re buying caramel macchiatos and staring into Maya’s eyes like she hung the moon.” “I don’t stare at her like that,” Leo muttered. Jax grinned. “Apparently the internet disagrees.” Noah glanced between them carefully. “People are already making edits.”

He groaned softly as he filled her completely. When he finally pulled out, a big load of his white cum leaked out of her swollen pussy and dripped down her legs. Jax turned her around and kissed her deeply. His hand went between her legs and pushed some of his cum back inside her. “Keep my cum inside you,” he whispered. “I want you sitting in it during the next show.” Riley smiled breathlessly. “Yes, Jax.” Outside, the band members were still talking and drinking. Nobody knew that Jax had just fucked his backup singer raw in the back of the bus.