Finn

“C’mon Finn, you can do it.”

Finn grunted and cried out, his chiseled jaw carrying a squinted grimace.

“Fffffuck,” Finn cried out, as he pushed the barbell up and racked it.

Finn had just benched his personal best. His muscular chest and his toned abs heaved in his revealing, low-cut gym tank. Finn struggled to catch his breath, and tried not to stare right at the package of his friend Marcus, who was spotting him.

“That’s it, I’m done.” Finn said, shaking his head as he got up.

Marcus high-fived him.

“Good job bro.” Marcus smirked his cute little smirk. Marcus was Finn’s best friend, and had also stuck around after graduation to do community college with him. He was tall and had dark hair which he always kept short. He had more defined biceps and calves than Finn, but Finn was a chest man. Finn was a little short–5’ 8’’–but he more than compensated by his insanely ripped abs and enormous pecs.

Finn was a blond surfer boy, and had just graduated high school last summer. He was in the first semester of his second year of community college–he had decided to stay home in Southern California for at least two years after graduating.

“Wanna hit the shower?” Marcus asked.

Finn loved the chance to see Marcus’ juicy ass, but he had other plans–he wanted his idol to see his pump before it faded.

“I was thinking of going swimming at Jared’s.”

Jared was Finn’s friend, but he had gone off to school in Northern California. However, Finn still kept in touch with Jared’s dad, Steve.

Marcus laughed and shook his head, “You and Steve man, you and Steve…”

“What?!”

“Nothing man, it’s just funny that you’re like, super good friends with Jared’s dad.”

Finn had hoped that his friends hadn’t noticed his obsession with Steve. The fact of the matter is Finn had been obsessed with Steve for pretty much as long as he could remember. Finn didn’t have a dad–or rather, he never knew his dad, and Steve had always kind of played the part for him growing up. In fact, it was Steve who had gotten Finn into bodybuilding. And that’s precisely why Finn wanted Steve to see his massive chest bulge.

“Why you fucking with an orphan, bro? I need a fatherly figure!” Finn jested.

“You need a father figure in your ass, is more like it!” Marcus laughed hysterically.

Finn shook his head blushing. Finn’s sexuality was an object of some intrigue amongst his friend group. He professed to be straight, but never dated. He’d fucked a few girls–and had loudly broadcasted it whenever he did–but his friends picked up on something about him, something that even Finn couldnt’ exactly articulate.

“Oh go suck a bag of dicks.” Finn chuckled, and grabbed his gym bag.

“See you in Spanish this afternoon!” Marcus called out after him as he departed.

“Si!”

* * *

Jared grew up in an embarrassingly opulent house–the kind with a massive front yard and backyard with a pool, and more rooms inside than you can shake a stick at. Finn pulled into the circular driveway, behind a car he didn’t recognize–an older, beat up looking car. Probably the cleaning lady, he thought.

Finn grabbed his bag and walked around to the side. He peaked in the garage window–Steve’s car was there! Awesome! He let himself into the backyard, through a towel on a chaise lounge, stripped off his tank and dove into the pool in his gym shorts–the inseams were short enough that they could have been swim trunks anyway!

The pool was refreshing in the August heat, but he hopped out quickly. He didn’t really want to swim, he was just looking for an excuse to go into the house shirtless. And that pump! He had to strike while his chest was still huge. He wrapped a towel around his waste and went in through the sliding back door. The chill AC’d air hit him like a wall, making his nipples perk.

“Steve?” Finn called out. He didn’t hear a reply. But he could hear music coming from somewhere upstairs.

Finn moseyed over to the massive staircase at the front of the house, stopping in front of a mirror in the foyer to check his physique out. His chest was huge! Pool water dripped off his chiseled tits. Yes! Steve was gonna be so proud!

With a pep in his step, Finn ran up the stairs and followed the music to one of the guest bedrooms. He knocked on the door and turned the door handle simultaneously.

“Hey Steve, I came to use the p–” Finn couldn’t finish his sentence–a feminine shreak emanated from the room. Finn tried not to stare, but he definitely saw Steve, in all his 6’ 3’’ shredded glory–veins bulging–pulling out of some lady, doggy style. Steve stared at Finn wide-eyed as he pulled out.

“Fuck–sorry!” Finn said, as he quickly stepped back and closed the door, not before he shot a furtive look down at Steve’s cock. It was fucking maaaaaasive. Finn had seen it flaccid a couple times at the gym shower, and had seen it semi hard in Steve’s swimsuit when he had been napping once, but he had never seen it fully hard. Shockingly big–and thick!

Finn slammed the door and stumbled back.

“Who the fuck was that?” He heard the woman shriek.

“He’s my kid’s friend, I think he was just dropping in to swim or something.”

Finn started walking quickly to the stairs–he could hear more rapid talking from the guest bedroom, but couldn’t make out what was being said. His heart was racing. What should he do?! Leave? That would be weird. Watch TV? Weird too. Getting back in Steve’s pool was the least weird thing he could do, so he made a beeline to the backyard and dove into the enormous pool.

He calmed himself in the water, and tamed his boner–he had gotten hard! He got on a floaty and closed his eyes, rocking back and forth in the waves he had made in the pool from his dive. He felt terrible to have invaded Steve’s privacy! Nothing wrong with Steve getting some midday poontang–he had divorced his wife years ago and had been steadfastly single ever since–Finn just felt bad he had ruined their moment. And that cock! Fuck. There was something else about what he had seen that Finn couldn’t get over. Steve wasn’t fucking that chick in her pussy…

Finn heard the backdoor slide open–he simultaneously stiffened and tried to act natural at the same time.

He heard footsteps, and could tell Steve was standing at the pool-side staring at him.

“Sup.” Finn said nonchalantly, opening his eyes.

Steve stood in a white terry cloth bathrobe, his arms crossed. He looked kind of pissed, but Steve was never that serious–even when he was pissed.

“What the fuck, Finn?” Steve asked.

“Uhh sorry Mr. Mangiani.” Finn always called him Steve, and felt immediately sorry he had used the formal address.

Steve shook his head.

“Finn…you know mi casa es su casa. But uhh…maybe don’t go bursting into the guest bedroom when you come over?”

Finn nodded, still trying to act totally unphased.

“You got it.”

“And uh, could you not tell Jared about this?”

Finn was starting to get a little depressed. He had obviously totally freaked Steve out. And Steve hadn’t even noticed his chest.

He changed his tone, dropping the too-cool-for-school vibe.

“Sure Steve…I’m really sorry.”

Steve seemed to appreciate the change of tone.

“It’s okay buddy, don’t worry about it.” Steve shot Finn his killer smile, the one that had always made Finn’s heart melt. “Mind if I get in.”

“Go for it!”

* * *

After they had swam a bit, Steve and Finn laid out on a chaise lounge and drank cold root beers. A languid sleepiness, the result of the Southern California heat and the imprint of Steve’s massive cock in his mind, had fallen over Finn, and he squirmed to adjust his boner in his swim trunks.

Steve shot him a look, perhaps noticing. “You’re looking pretty ripped today, kid.”

Finn’s heart swelled, and he grinned ear to ear. He had noticed!

“Thanks–I hit a personal bench best this AM.”

Steve nodded and took a swig of root beer. There was a tension between them that Finn had never really experienced–or maybe he was just imagining it.

“Is there anything you want to like, uh, talk about?” Steve asked, awkwardly.

“About what?”

More silence.

“Well ya know, about what you saw–the birds and the bees.”

Finn laughed. The birds and the bees. What an old person thing to say.

“I mean what’s there to ask–you were boning a chick–good for you.” A pause. Finn continued. “She looked pretty hot!” Finn lied there–he hadn’t seen the chick in question at all. Except for her ass–and the image wasn’t something he actually wanted to remember. God, maybe he was queer…

Steve kept quiet–seemed like his fatherly duties had been satisfied. But Finn was feeling a bit naughty.

“Well I do have one question I guess.”

“Oh?”

“Were you uh, were you fucking her in the ass?”

“Jesus Finn,” Steve shook his head.

“What!? You asked if I had questions! Isn’t that, like, a legit sexual health question.”

Steve was still shaking his head. “I mean I guess, but I’m kind of regretting offering up the talk.”

There was no reply forthcoming. An airplane, taking off from John Wayne, thundered overhead.

“So, were you?”

“I sure was Finn.” Steve sounded slightly exasperated. “Please don’t tell Jared.”

“I’m not telling Jared about any of this, dude, don’t worry.” Finn took another swig, and re-adjusted his bulge. He was as hard as he’d ever gotten in his life, and was weeping precum. Luckily, with his compact frame he had a pretty average sized cock–much to his chagrin–so it hopefully wasn’t tenting too much.

Finn was feeling adventurous. “That’s hot, man.”

Steve let out a noise–was it a sigh? Out of the corner of his eye, Finn thought he could see the imprint of Steve’s fat cock on his inner thigh.

“Yeah it was–and thanks to you man I’m probably never going to see her again.” Steve laughed nervously.

“I’m sorry man.”

“Naw it’s okay.” Steve brought his hands behind his head, his huge biceps glistening with sweat. His massive chest and pecs–they put Finn’s bulge to shame–had a thick layer of gray hair over them. “Since we’re doing the whole, cone of silence thing, she was just a hook up.”

“Nice!”

“On Tinder.”

“Nyice.”

Another plane took off over the McMansion.

“Actually we kinda clicked because she likes anal.”

“Damn man…” Finn’s cock literally jumped. “I’ve never done it.”

“Well you should. It’s the best. To be honest…” Steve trailed off.

“What?” Finn turned to Steve–he didn’t even care that his hard, uncut dick was clearly visibly tenting his wet gym shorts.

Steve shook his head. “It’s too weird I’m sharing my sex life with my son’s best friend.”

Finn thought about that for a moment. He didn’t want Steve to think of him that way–Finn didn’t. The fact of the matter was, Finn didn’t even feel all that close to Jared anymore.

“Not to get all lovey dovey on you, Dude, but uhh–I think of you as my friend. I mean, that’s why I’m still coming around even after J went off to school.”

Finn could tell that Steve was beaming from this.

“Thanks man…it’s kind of weird to be best friends with a 20 year-old.”

Best friends?!? Finn’s heart started racing. Was he visibly blushing? Finn had to diffuse this talk, it was getting too gushy. He turned back onto his back–not caring about his visible prick.

“So you’re an ass man?”

Steve laughed.

“Dude, I sure am.”

Finn let that sink in.

“In fact it’s kind of the reason me and Kathy broke up.”

Wow–Steve was sharing his marital strife with Finn. Finn had always wondered why they broke up, though they never appeared super affectionate for each other.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m definitely more sexually adventurous than she was. She didn’t want the relationship to be open, and butt stuff was definitely off the menu.”

Finn was trying to look at Steve’s package without Steve noticing. Did he have an erection?!?

“She actually caught me in a compromising situation, much like the one you just witnessed.” He laughed nervously. “But much worse.”

“Worse?” Finn asked. For some reason, Finn’s heart was racing. He was thirsty but his root beer had gone empty.

“I think I’m going to need something stronger for this conversation.” Steve stood up–he was tenting like a motherfucker. Finn stared at the imprint of the shield of his insanely huge dick head.

“Hah, sorry,” Steve reached into his shorts and pulled his erection behind the waste band, but in the process he exposed the tip of his head. Finn could tell Steve’s massive piss slit was oozing precum. “I’m gonna get a beer–want one.”

“Si!” Finn said rapidly.

Finn stared at Steve’s god-like physique as he walked into the house–the muscles in his back were ludicrous. He closed his eyes and tried to de-escalate his boner. Worse? What could be worse than that? Was Steve fucking a guy?!? It’s the only thing he could think of as being worse.

Finn could hear Steve coming back outside, and he heard the clink of a beer being set on the table next to his chaise lounge. Finn also heard a lighter clicking, and he inhaled the fragrant aroma of weed. Steve wasn’t kidding about getting something stronger.

“Want some?”

Finn wasn’t that big of a smoker, but he wanted to see where this was going. “Sure.”

He took a big drag, then took a swig of beer to wash it down. Far from calming him down, he was now more nervous than ever. Here he was, bricked up, sitting next to this beer-can-dicked god he’d looked up to his whole life. And he was pretty sure he was about to hear something life changing.

“So I’m an ass man. I don’t really care about much else, I mean I like getting head…”

Finn hadn’t asked for this information. He felt oversexed. And was also suddenly concerned about Spanish class this afternoon.

“Jared doesn’t know this but I’m pretty open sexually–to me all that matters is fucking a tight asshole.”

Finn got passed the joint again. He took the biggest drag of his life, coughing violently. Steve didn’t seem to notice.

“So one day I’m fucking this guy I met on Grindr. Kathy was supposed to be at spin so I thought she wouldn’t be home. But I guess she decided not to go…”

There it was–somehow it wasn’t a surprise to Finn at all. His nervousness subsided. The truth cut through him like a blade, but it felt right.

They didn’t say anything. Another plane flew overhead. Finn thought maybe he was in love with Steve.

“Does Jared know?”

“That I’m bi–no.”

Finn took another swig of beer. “He doesn’t know that I’m gay.” Finn surprised himself. He hadn’t ever really known for sure until this moment–he certainly hadn’t uttered the words to anyone.

“I kinda figured you were, Finn. To be honest.”

That kind of hurt Finn, but he knew on some level everyone knew–everyone except himself. Until now.

They both seemed exhausted by the frank talk, and neither of them spoke for some time. Finn surprised himself by how at peace the admission had made him. And he actually found himself being lulled into a deep napping sleep.

* * *

When Finn woke he was alone–Steve had evidently moved an umbrella to shield him from the midday sun. Finn was just as bricked up–even more so from the REM sleep and the weed–than he had before.

He got up and stretched lazily, and stumbled into the cool dark house. Steve wasn’t in the kitchen, but Finn thought he could hear the shower running upstairs. Finn walked up the ornately-decorated staircase, passing by the guest bedroom where he had caught Steve boning some thought earlier in the day.

The double french doors of the master sweet were open. Finn walked in, and walked into the master bath. Steve was in the shower, his back turned, soap all over his back and well-formed butt. He turned, his eyes closed, washing the shampoo from his face. Steve’s cock swayed heavily back and forth as he washed his hair. Finn was enthralled.

“Fuck, what is it with you barging into rooms today.” Steve had evidently opened his eyes.

Finn was so hard he couldn’t think.

“I just sorta figured since we’re both queer that, ya know–barriers being busted–this kinda stuff is cool now.” Finn was gesticulating with his arms confusingly. He wasn’t really clear what kind of stuff he was talking about.

Steve turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel. His monster cock swaying hypnotically. This is the most beautiful man alive, thought Finn–the pecs, the killer abs, the huge quads. Insane.

Steve started toweling off his hair–he wasn’t in a rush to cover himself.

“First off buddy, I’m not queer. I call myself bisexual, but I’m really like, just into ass–okay?”

“Uh huh.” Finn said, authentically.

“I think it’s great that you’ve come out, man, but I’m not sure that like, means you can just sort of openly hit on me.”

That hurt. Finn frowned.

“I haven’t even come out. I’m not even sure I’m gay I don’t know why I said that.”

Steve was toweling off, squinting at Finn.

“I mean I probably am. I’ve just never done anything with a guy. And I’m not coming on to you.” Finn lied. “I just feel really comfortable with you.”

“Clearly–you’re tenting like it’s no one’s business.” Steve pointed to Finn’s bulge–in fact, a pool of precum was visible where the head was pushing against the swimsuit fabric.

Finn re-positioned his cock.

“So were you, earlier.” And in fact, Finn thought he detected a faint fattening of Steve’s cock.

“Fair enough.” Steve smiled, and wrapped the towel around his waste. “All that talk of anal. Hah.” Steve paused, assessing the current situation. “Do you want to get in?” He gestured towards the shower. “Go for it man, you’ve already seen my naked–twice today in fact!”

Finn wasn’t sure exactly what was happening, but he didn’t care. “Sure.”

He slipped off his trunks. His rock hard, uncut but average sized dick sprang to attention. Finn was kind of self conscious about it, so he hurried into the shower and turned it on. Steve sat on the edge of the jacuzzi tub and started trimming his nails.

“So you’ve never fucked a guy?” Steve asked.

“No sir.”

“So you don’t know if you’re a top or a bottom?”

“Oh I’m a top for sure.” In fact, Finn had no idea whatsoever.

Steve laughed. “I’ve heard that one before.”

“What does that mean?!” Steve was lathering up his short, muscled body. His erection would not go away.

“In my experience, most gay men are bottoms. Even the ones that are tops.”

“Whatever, man.”

“And with an ass like that, it’d be a disservice for you to not be a bottom.”

Finn’s dick quivered. “OK who’s coming on to who now man.”

“Fair.” Steve laughed. What can I say, I’m an ass man.

“I noticed today man–you had that chick’s hole blown the fuck open, the image is still burned into the back of my mind.”

“Fuck…I was hoping you hadn’t seen all that.”

“Oh I seen things.” Finn shook his head.

Steve cleared his throat.

“Does every hole you fuck get blown that open?”

Finn could tell Steve was repositioning himself–he was getting him hard!

“Uhh, yeah I mean. I think that’s what I like about it. I have a pretty thick cock, and–”

“That’s an understatement.”

“–and I like how tight ass is, even when it’s the ass of a total cumdump gay guy.”

Cumdump? Interesting…Steve was evidently better versed in gay lingo than Finn.

Finn showered fast and stepped out to the bathmat. His cock was rock hard, and oozing precum.

“Can I have a towel, boss?”

Steve looked at the fine specimen before him.

“You gotta do something about that erection, Dude.”

Finn was feeling bold.

“Well–uhh, since you’re so versed in anal sex–why don’t you show me some porn. We can jerk.” Finn emphasized “we”.

Finn stared at Steve, and Steve stared at Finn–he was dripping.

“I’m not about to get into some gay shit with my son’s best friend.”

“I thought you said I was your best friend. Any anyway I barely talk to Jared anymore and like I said,” he cleared his throat. “You’re kinda my best friend too.” Finn, in fact, hadn’t said that. But he knew it was true. “Let’s just rub one out together–you’re looking pretty bricked up too, man.”

Steve was clearly very aroused, though he was trying to hide it under his towel.

“Fuck it, OK friend come this way.” Steve threw a towel at Finn.

Finn hastily toweled off and trotted after Steve. He followed him downstairs and into the media room, where he plopped down on a big couch, and opened up footstool hutch that Finn had never notices opened. He pulled out some lube, and patted the spot next to him on the couch. Finn nervously sat down next to him. Steve fiddled with the remote and his phone, and suddenly porn was playing on the TV. The sound system was up pretty high, and the high-pitched shrieking of a woman came through. The guy in the flick was really hot–a big-dicked Russian guy that only did anal porn with ladies that Finn was embarrassed that he recognized, but the noises of the woman were a real turn off to Finn.

“Gimme.” Finn grabbed Steve’s phone, and punched in his favorite gay porn studio (how it was that Finn had denied that he was gay when he regularly jerked off to gay porn, he wasn’t sure). Gone were the obnoxious feminine shrieks–replaced by the pleasant groans of a guy getting railed within an inch of his life. The weed made the images even more sensual–the plopping noises of the massive cock going in and out of the blown open man hole, and Finn’s heart began to race, especially as he noted that Steve had already opened up his towel and was slowly jerking his horse cock.

Finn wanted to grab it, he wanted to suck it, he wanted to kiss Steve and told him he loved him. But he wasn’t going to push it, and didn’t in fact do any of that crazy shit. Instead, he opened his towel, grabbed his rock hard modest cock, gave it a couple of tugs, and then spots appeared in his vision and he shot embarrassingly quick–one liquid spurt that hit his enormous pecs, then another more viscous shot that flew over his head and hit the wall–audibly–behind him, and then a third more liquid shot that sprayed his face and his open mouth.

“Fuck.” Finn heard Steve say–Finn’s eyes were sealed shut, stinging from the effects of his own giz.

“Uggggh.” Steve let out a moan, and Finn could feel the man’s 200 plus pound frame shaking the couch.

Finn wiped the cum out of his eyes so he could see Steve coming, but he was too late–he could make out delicious-looking milky semen pooled in Steve’s abs and matted on his graying chest hair. Steve’s ludicrously thick cock was bulging and pink.

Steve turned off the TV and laid his head back and sighed.

Finn sensed that Steve regretted what had just happened, and he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Hey um I’m gonna hit the shower and go to Spanish class.”

“That sounds good buddy.”

Finn got up hastily, draping the towel over his shoulder. Finn was more aware of his own muscular ass than he had ever been before–something about Steve’s gaze.

Finn stopped and turned around. “Thanks for the talk today Steve.”

Steve nodded vaguely. “You got it bud.”

Finn left the room. Steve collected his thoughts and Finn showered. And in fact hadn’t gotten up even as he heard Finn get out of the shower hastily, dress and then walk into the foyer.

“See ya Steve.”

“Bye Finn.” Steve shouted.

Steve could hear the engine start and Finn leave the driveway, and then the house was quiet.

Steve got up, his massive cock still semi-hard. He stared at the splooge on the wall that he had been thinking about the whole time Finn was showering–it was a massive rope of thick white cum that had beaded down the wall. How like Finn to not offer to clean up his own mess. Steve got a tissue annoyingly, resolved to clean it up himself and walked over to the wall, and then hesitated. Instead of using the tissue, he brought his own finger to the wall and scooped it up, bringing it to his nose. It was fragrant. It smelled like vitality. He put his finger in his mouth. It tasted even better.