Page 11 of Finding Finn (Foggy Basin Season 2)

FINN

“ Y our place is nice,” I looked around Jim’s apartment. It was the opposite of mine. Instead of grandma vibes, his house looked like a straight guy who had moved into his first apartment. “You don’t have a lot of furniture.”

He laughed. “Yeah… I moved in and never really moved in. I’m always so busy with everything that I never actually went out and bought much. I already had the couch, the TV, and the table from my old college place.”

“I’m sure this couch could tell some tales.”

“You’d be surprised. But it saw some shit back in the day, I guess. Do you want a drink? I have a bottle of cheap champagne and a few beers in the fridge.”

“Sure. Champagne sounds great.”

“You like bubbles?”

“I even like my water bubbly,” I laughed.

He came out a few minutes later with two small glasses filled to the rim. “I don’t have champagne glasses.”

“I don’t care. Though I am reconsidering sitting on this couch,” I grinned.

“Does it have too much of a past for you?”

“How much of a past does it have?”

“Oh, it’s really been through it. I even tried hooking up with a girl on it. So… It’s a little bi.” He chuckled.

“Oh, really.” I snickered. “How about the owner?”

“Oh, he discovered he was a full-time homosexual, and so did she. She’s now a lesbian who lives in Vermont and runs an inn. She’s a total cliché.”

“Is that really true?” I took the glass out of his hand.

“Scout’s honor. Her name was Trina, and she always won fantasy football. I still get a Christmas card every year.” He sat down on his couch and patted a spot beside him. “Don’t worry. Bisexuality isn’t something you can catch. You're born that way.”

“Smartass.”

“Are you… My sister gave me a real talking to this afternoon.”

“Yeah, she shot me several glances throughout the day. I was mortified that she caught us.”

“It’s not like she’s never seen two people play tonsil hockey before.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. But…”

“You’re having second thoughts?”

“I’m here at your place and sitting on your bisexual couch, aren’t I?”

“True.”

“I just want to make sure that we have our rules in place before we…”

“There are rules? Wow… And here I thought I was gonna get to do whatever I wanted.”

I leaned back on the couch. “That’s… not what I meant. I mean, we should keep it professional at work until we… take this seriously. If we do, I mean.”

He sighed and slowly put his arm around me. “Can I tell you a very sad story before I rip your clothes off?”

“I guess.” I leaned into him and put my head on his shoulder.

“Do you know how many people I have ever… been even semi-serious with? I think the number might astound you.”

“Sure.”

He tightened his arm and pulled me in tighter.

“There was one person, and he was a real piece of work. His name was Tad, and we went to school together. He was an actor, or at least that’s what he thought he was.

He was so bad. But he was cute and funny, and I developed a big old crush on him.

We dated for a few months, and then one day he came up to me and told me that he found me boring.

I watched too much sports and didn’t get excited enough about Beyonce and Taylor Swift. ”

I gasped. “You don’t like our queens?”

“They're fine. I like their music, but I’m always going to be the guy who gets more excited about a Giant’s victory than an album.

I’ll probably always choose to go to the gym before brunch.

He didn’t like that. I sulked for a bit, but I knew it wasn’t right.

That we weren’t right, you know. And that, my friend, is it. ”

“Wait. You’ve only ever been with Tad?”

“Oh, are you talking about sex? No. I fucked anything that moved for quite a while, but it was never more than a hookup. It wasn’t until I moved back home that I started to even think about that again. So far, there’s only been one person that I’m… kind of into.”

“Me?”

“Yes, dumbass. You. It’s why you’re the one sitting here on my couch. It’s why I invited you to the gym to meet my friends. I’m… into this, and I know that’s kind of dumb. I mean, we barely know each other, but I'm really glad we’re… here. Aren’t you?”

“I am.”

“Now, I have thought about this all day, and I could keep talking to you as long as you want, but I really want to get you naked and do unspeakable things to you. Of course, if you want to brag to my sister…” He laughed. “I’m sure she’d be very happy to hear all about it.”

“I’m not the kind to kiss and tell.”

“Oh, I’m gonna tell my friends all about it. Honestly, I can’t wait.”

“That’s… I’m not sure what to say to that.”

“Please just take my hand,” he moved his arm and reached down. I placed mine in his. “And let me take you upstairs.”

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.”

“You like to talk dirty, huh?” I put his cock back in my mouth and breathed through my nose as I slid all the way down.

I felt him suffocating me as I slowly pulled off and then took it all once again.

His hands found purchase in my hair, and he held onto it tightly.

It burned, but I submitted to him. I wanted to.

I had to. Every nerve in my body was his to control.

He held me in place as he slowly thrust forward. I took my hand off his cock and reached around with one hand and grabbed his ass. With the other, I reached down and held his balls in my hand.

He forced his cock in and out between my lips. Fucking my mouth and taking what he wanted from me. I gave it willingly. Never before had I had a man who was as forceful and demanding as Jim. I gave myself over to his pleasure and received double from him. My head swam with his smell and taste.

“Fuck… It feels so good.” He slid in and out as I kept my lips tight against his shaft. “Goddammit, Finn… I really want to… Get up.” He pulled his cock free and slapped it against my cheek. “Get on the bed.”

“Is it a gay bed?” I stood up.

“It most definitely is tonight.” He pushed me down on the mattress, and I stretched my body out. “God, you’re beautiful. Roll over.” I did. “There’s that perfect ballet ass. Damn…”

“Who knew you had this in you? You’re so fucking dirty.”