When Finn rang the doorbell at Jeff's house, Tyler jumped up and went to answer it, eager to get a look at the hung alpha top upperclassman who was supposedly in the process of discovering his inner bottom. Hadn't someone also said something about him having a beer can cock?
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Finn just laughed when the front door opened and he was greeted by a tall, lanky - and naked - stranger with a swollen, red, cum smeared dick. The kid still had blobs of wet cum stuck in his neatly trimmed pubic hair. In fact, to Finn he looked good enough to blow on the spot, although he did appear to be a little on the young side. Where did Jeff keep finding all these hot fucking queers with fat cocks? In the background Finn could hear the unmistakable sounds of fucking...more precisely of Jeff getting plowed and loving it.
"Yep, this must be the right house, alright," Finn observed, laughing. "I recognize that noisy fucking bottom taking one for the team. Hi, I'm Finn, and I heard you guys need some help fucking my buddy into submission."
Finn extended his hand and shook Tyler's warmly. "I'm Tyler and I'm damned glad to meet you," the sophomore gushed. The guy whose hand he refused to release and who was staring at his freshly used junk was drop dead gorgeous...if you were into platinum blond studs with piercing blue eyes. Tyler had thought he'd just fucked the best-looking guy he'd ever seen...but suddenly he was no longer sure of that fact. And Finn had dressed ready to fuck, too, which is to say barely. He was wearing an old faded T-shirt, worn cotton gym shorts (obviously free balling, Tyler noted correctly, with the visible outline of a big fucking dick), and flip flops.
"What number were you?" Finn asked, deciding that while the kid with the swollen, cum smeared dick blocking his entry into the house might be a little on the young side, he obviously wasn't TOO young, or he wouldn't have been there. "Huh?" Tyler asked, barely able to take his eyes off the bulging beer can poorly disguised by Finn's shorts. "Fucking Jeff? In the train? What number were you?" Finn clarified, wondering if the minor was a little 'slow.' "Oh yeah, sorry," Tyler replied, "I just finished up a few minutes ago. I was number 3."
"So how was it?" Finn asked, winking at him with one eye and ogling his junk with the other. "Fucking awesome," Tyler responded, grinning ear to ear. "I've never fucked a dude who hammers your cock with his ass as hard as Jeff does."
"Yeah, in my limited experience the only thing better than Jeff bending over for you is bending over for his big fat watermelon dick," Finn said. "What's the status now?"
"Well, that noisy fucking bottom you can hear in there is in the process of taking his fourth hard one for the team," Tyler replied. "Mitchell, No. 4, was getting close to nutting when I got up to answer the door, and Max is blowing Fred, who'll be the fifth. George, who went second, after Max, is already passed out. Max is blowing Fred to get him hard again, he's next but he just fucked George right before the train started. George is already passed out...way too many shots."
"Fuck, I'm sorry I missed the twins fucking," Finn sighed, genuinely disappointed. "How was that? Are they as hot as Max?" He and Tyler were standing awfully close together just just across the threshold from one another, and Finn was surprised by how badly he wanted to kiss the kid's graceful neck...and every other part of him, too. The fact that Tyler seemed to be smitten by him wasn't lost on Finn.
"They're hot, and clearly very experienced," Tyler replied, "but they're not as hot as Max. Don't get me wrong, if you ordered a whole fucking boxcar load of hot queer studs and when you threw open the door, there was only one of those fuckers, either one, standing in the boxcar, you'd have still gotten your money's worth. Know what I mean?" "I think I do," Finn replied, laughing at Tyler's very descriptive description. The lithe sophomore was not only hot, he seemed to have a way with words. "So, what's been the hottest thing so far for you tonight?" he asked Tyler.
