On the other side of the house, neither Coach nor Finn knew that Mitchell had bailed on them entirely until after Coach had driven into Finn for the last time (that night) and had been met by a final, energetic ass thrust from a fast learning 'student' of the art of bottoming, resulting in an extremely satisfying conclusion for Coach to a surprisingly prolonged and an equally satisfying ass fucking for both participants, albeit a somewhat painful one for Finn.
On the brighter side for Finn, most of that pain had been front loaded, occurring during, say, the first third of that encounter and, in any case, getting fucked in the ass the second time hadn't hurt nearly as much as the it had first time. Jeff may have exaggerated the pain Finn should expect from his second ass fucking, or Finn might just not have fit whatever 'norm' Jeff had been relying on in advancing his 'Five Fucks' theory - almost certainly information of the 'I heard from this guy' variety, and not based on Jeff's limited personal experience.
As Finn described to Jeff the next day (actually, later that day, as it was well past midnight), the transition from the more painful (but still not at all bad) first third of that second fuck to the more pleasurable two thirds that followed, shortly after Coach and Finn had actually started fucking (under even Mitchell's cramped definition of 'fucking'), 'a dam just sort of broke,' and taking a hard one up the ass had suddenly begun to feel more 'normal' to Finn than not taking one up the ass. From Finn's description of those events, it sounded to Jeff like Mitchell had probably bailed on Finn during the first trimester of that fuck, a fuck that Mitchell thought had already lasted entirely too long by the time he'd gotten up from the love lounge to look for Jeff and Max. Mitchell would've never lasted through all three trimesters.
Finn's dam break had been preceded by a pause for re-lubing, and Coach had found the lube in his otherwise empty love lounge, so Coach and Finn did know then that Mitchell had at least temporarily vacated the room, but to the extent either had thought about Mitchell's absence, he'd assumed that Mitchell was taking a leak or getting another beer. Understandably, neither Coach nor Finn thought about Mitchell's whereabouts again until after Coach had nutted, which had occurred much later than either had expected was going to be the case. By then, both Coach and Finn were exhausted, in a good way, and before much longer both were curled up together asleep.
To his credit, before he'd fallen asleep, Finn had looked for Mitchell in the two bedrooms down the fall from Coach's room, but obviously hadn't found him. Like Mitchell had done earlier, Finn also checked the pool area from a window at the rear of the house, and he'd noted a dim light burning in what he thought of as 'the pool house,' even though those rooms weren't detached from the house. Finn returned to Coach's bed, satisfied that his red headed friend wasn't sleeping alone, and snuggled in behind Coach, pressing his fat semi against his muscular ass, thinking as he drifted off to sleep that, after a little cat nap, he'd probably fuck Coach again, Coach willing. The very next thing Finn was aware of, however, was being awakened as dawn was breaking with the dawning realization that he was rock-hard and someone was giving him a damn good blowjob.
The first thing Finn thought was exactly what any of us would've thought - 'What a great fucking way to start the day!' - and his second thought was also a nearly universal one: 'Who's that sucking my dick?' but he quickly remembered where he was and who he was with. Finn's third thought was to wonder where Mitchell was, then he recalled what he'd concluded before he'd fallen asleep, which was that Mitchell was probably with Jeff and Max in the pool house. There really wasn't anywhere else he could have been. Finn had been a little disappointed when he'd discovered that Mitchell hadn't waited for him, but he didn't think he'd done anything to piss Mitchell off. He certainly hoped he hadn't. Probably Mitchell had just gotten bored, and Finn was glad that Mitchell hadn't gone down the hall to sleep alone.
