Page 27 of Finding Finn
We both stood up from the couch and, without another word, walked up the stairs and into his bedroom.
“I know it’s messy. I need to do laundry.”
“Who’s looking at the room?” I stared at him.
He took his shirt off and let it fall to the floor. I did the same. At the same time, we reached up and touched each other’s chests. I let my fingers trail across his dark chest hair. I felt him trace the lines around my sides and abs.
“Damn… You are like a fucking statue. So hard and defined. You’re beautiful.”
“I like your mass. You’re so strong and big… It’s… intimidating and sexy at the same time.”
“I like your smile.”
“I like your eyes.”
His hand slowly slid down my shorts and grasped my cock.
“I hate the fact that we still have clothes on.”
“I hate that too.”
AS fast as lightning, we both started undoing our shorts and let them fall to the floor.
“I don’t like underwear.” He slid his down and his big cock jutted out from his dark thatch of pubic hair. He stepped forward and fell to his knees. His hands slowly pulled my underwear down, and he licked at my cock head. I was so fucking hard it hurt.
“You shouldn’t talk with your mouth full,” I said boldly.
“See. Rules.” He opened his mouth and took me all the way down to the hilt. His tongue swiped against my head, and I grabbed him by the back of his head as he slowly slid me between his lips. He sucked on the head before going back down. He serviced me as I stood there – my mind fucking blown – watching this fucking gorgeous jock of a he-man giving me a blow job. My high school fantasy of the quarterback was being fulfilled as he pleasured me with his tongue and lips. Nipping at my head and moaning as he slid it all the way against his throat.
Fuck it was hot. I rubbed his tightly shorn head, feeling the velvety fuzz of his buzzcut as I slowly thrust forward.
His hands clutched my ass, and I felt his fingers slide up and down my crack, toying with my hole. I shuddered as he teased me, spreading my legs apart so he could get better access. Fuck, I needed him inside me. I was losing myself and had nothing to grasp onto except for him.
I couldn’t take it any longer. “My turn,” I blurted, as I slid my cock from between his lips.
He slowly stared up at me and grasped his large cock in his hands. Jesus…
“You want this?” He made it jump up and down by flexing his muscles.
“Please?” I begged. It was not one of my proudest moments, but I was dickmatized.
He stood up, and I was in awe of the girth. “Seven?”
“Inches? Plus a half.”
I reached out and took it in my hand and slowly stroked it. “It’s pretty fucking big.”
“You’re limber. It’ll be ok.” His laugh sounded like music to my ears, and I fell to my knees in front of him. “I guess we got right to the point, huh? We forgot all about foreplay.”
“I prefer the main course instead of an appetizer.” I pressed my lips against his thick helmet and swiped my tongue across his slit, pressing it against it forcefully. His groans told me that he enjoyed it. It was big and thick, and as I sucked on his helmet, I slapped it against my lips.
“Fuck… Finn…” he moaned.
I slid down his pole and felt it fill my mouth. He was already leaking precum, and it tasted salty and musky. I took him as far inside as I could get, and there was still enough left for my hand to hold onto. I moaned around his cock as I slid him in and out, bobbing on his cock like it was Halloween and I needed an apple.
God, he smelled so manly and sexy. I opened my throat and tried to deepthroat him. My nose tickled against his wiry pubes, and I quickly slid off him as I gagged. “Too much,” I whispered to myself.
“You don’t have to eat it all at once,” he chuckled. “But I love watching you try. You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth.”
