"Finn, this won't be one of Coach's approved positions for beginners," Jeff said softly, "but it'll be close enough if you'll go lean against that railing..." Finn scampered off of Jeff, trailing thick drops of viscous pre cum behind, and braced himself against the rail, looking out on the room below the loft.
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Jeff ran his hands over Finn's smooth, muscled back, his throbbing wood temporarily wedged lengthwise into Finn's hairy crack like a kielbasa in a bun, loving the feel of Finn in his fingertips and cock. He moved aside and slid a lubed finger into Finn's tight pink hole, still tighter than Mitchell's had been before Dewey had renovated his fuck tunnel the night before to make the fit more accommodating for both of them. He thought Finn might even be as tight as Mitchell had been when he'd lost a coin flip and his anal virginity. Jeff was pretty sure he hadn't 'pampered' Mitchell that night, though he wished he had.
"Hey Finn," Jeff asked as he squeezed in a second finger alongside the first, "have you ever fucked anybody in public before? Not counting at Coach's, like when you boned Coach in front of Max and me last night." Jeff spread his two fingers apart, stretching Finn's opening and the first three or four inches of his rectum. Jeff didn't want to be guilty of what Mitchell might think of as 'pampering' Finn, but it was clear to him that getting his watermelon dick balls deep in the big first baseman was not going to be a quick or easy proposition - but not one that would suck, because Jeff loved the feel of a tight hole gripping his cock.
"That's a random question," Finn replied, "but the answer is only once, unless you consider me and those three other Eagle Scouts fucking Landen all night long to have been public, which I don't. The only once is a 'kind of public' deal...I fucked this guy in the baseball dugout last spring...like after midnight, so no one else was around. Why do you ask?"
"Just curious," Jeff said, "but fuck yeah, the dugout counts...that's hot as fuck. I guess I was thinking about this crazy story Max told me this morning about his crazy queer older brothers. They're identical twins and they were the Homecoming King and Queen a couple of years ago. They flipped each other in front of a dozen or more straight kids in a hotel room that night, and then the last five guys in the room took turns fucking the King and Queen in the ass."
"That sounds hot as fuck to me," Finn said. "I wish I'd been going to school here then."
"I thought it was pretty fucking hot, too," Jeff agreed, as he pushed the flared head of his cock into Finn's blond fringed asshole. He pushed hard again, meeting considerable resistance, but getting a couple of thick inches inside him.
"Fuck, dude," Finn muttered through clenched teeth. "Is that all of it? Why'd you stop?"
"Not quite," Jeff laughed, "but only about six more inches to go."
"Shove all of that watermelon dick straight up my ass, bro," Finn insisted. "That's what I'm here for...I'm tired of tender and patient." To emphasize his point, Finn slammed his ass back hard on Jeff's dick, capturing another inch of meat. "Fuck me like that, the dam will break." Finn could feel the perspiration popping out on his brow, hoping the dam would break with Jeff as it had with Coach the night before.
"Look, I'll try it your way," Jeff said with some misgivings, "but don't be stupid, Finn...if it hurts too much, tell me to stop."
"I promise," Finn lied. "Now fuck me, stud." Jeff rammed in three more inches, very hard. "Oh fuck!" Finn shouted, as his rectum expanded seemingly beyond its capacity to expand. "Keep going!" Jeff obliged by pulling out and ramming right back in. Back out three inches, back in three inches, then Jeff pulled all the way out again - over Finn's complaints - and hurriedly covered his cock with so much extra Astro glide that it was dripping off of him. He re-engaged and drove in as deep as he could, maybe as much as six inches, then established a semi slow boning rhythm, fucking only Finn's first six inches (which, according to Mitchell, would not have been 'fucking' at all, since Jeff hadn't first buried his cock balls' deep in Finn's rectum) for a couple or three minutes until Finn's skin tightness began to relax, albeit only slightly.
