“Fine, you’ve got a deal” confirms Finn as he yanked his scruffy boxers down, revealing a cock that was basically identical to his stepdads. The only notable difference was the absence of skin around his cock head. Instead, the impressively long teen penis ended with a fat pink mushroom tip.
Meanwhile :
Mr. Schuester stood on the porch of the Hudson-Hummel home, excitement buzzing as he prepared to join Burt for their boozing and football watching session.
After knocking a few times without any response, he hesitantly opened the front door, figuring they hadn’t heard him over the noise of the game that was about to start.
As he stepped inside, expecting the usual warmth of the living room, his breath caught in his throat. There, in the middle of the room, were Burt and Finn—completely naked.
The TV was on, but no one seemed to be paying attention to it. Mr. Schuester froze, his eyes wide as his brain struggled to process the sight before him. He stammered, "Uh... is this... a bad time?"
Burt and Finn turned toward him, their faces a mix of surprise and nonchalance, as if they had completely forgotten the plans they had made.
Finn and Burt exchanged a quick glance, a bit of color rising to their cheeks as they scrambled for an explanation. Finn tugged his boxers up in stunned embarrassment at his teacher walking in on him naked. He hoped his teacher hadn’t seen his junk or else it would be really difficult to look him in the eye during glee club rehearsals and Spanish class. Burt retrieved his underwear from the corner of the room and stuffed his junk back into the worn pair.
Burt cleared his throat and faced Will with a casual shrug.
"Well, Will, it's just... a guys' thing," he said, trying to keep his tone light. "With Carole and Kurt out of town, we figured we'd take the chance to live a little more freely, you know? No big deal, just hanging out, watching football... and, uh, embracing the freedom of no clothes." Finn nodded in agreement, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, just... letting loose," he added, hoping the explanation would suffice.
Will blinked a few times, clearly processing the situation. His brow furrowed at first, but then, surprisingly, a small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "So, you’re just... letting loose, huh?" he said with a chuckle, his tone light and teasing.
"Well, I guess I could use a little freedom myself. Life’s been pretty hectic, with work and the all the divorce stuff, and if this is how you guys are unwinding... I wouldn't mind joining in." He gave a sheepish laugh, unbuttoning his shirt hesitantly. "As long as it’s all in good fun, right?"
Will hesitated for a moment, glancing at Finn with a nervous smile. "Hey, Finn, um... if you don’t mind, could you maybe keep this between us?" he asked, his tone shifting from playful to serious. "You know how things are. If word got out about me... well, hanging out like this, it could get complicated. I wouldn’t want Principal Figgins or sue to get the wrong idea." He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, hoping Finn understood. "So, let's just keep this a little secret, alright? Just between us guys."
Finn looked at Will for a moment, then nodded with a reassuring smile. "Yeah, of course, Mr. Schue. Don't worry, I won't say anything," he said, trying to put Will at ease. "I mean, it's just us hanging out, right? No big deal." He shrugged casually, wanting to downplay the awkwardness of the situation. "It’s not like anyone else needs to know. We’ll just keep it between us." Finn flashed a thumbs-up, hoping it would help lighten the mood.
Will hesitated for a moment, his hands hovering at the hem of his shirt as he glanced around the room. Burt and Finn stood there, both looking surprisingly casual about the whole situation. Taking a deep breath, Will decided to just go with it. He pulled his shirt over his head, folding it neatly before placing it on the couch. Next, he kicked off his shoes and began to unbutton his jeans, sliding them down until he stood there in nothing but his boxers. He shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, feeling a bit exposed but trying to mask his unease with a light chuckle. "Well, there we go. Just... embracing the freedom, right?"
As the game played on, Burt and Will lounged comfortably on the couch in their underwear, indulging in pizza and wings while the sound of cheering fans echoed from the TV. Burt, feeling laid-back with the absence of Carole and Kurt, tossed Finn a beer, nodding approvingly. "You’re old enough for a drink with the guys," he said with a grin. Finn, grateful for the rare opportunity, cracked open the can and took a sip, sinking further into the couch as the three of them relaxed, letting the easygoing atmosphere take over.
As the game progressed, the trio got increasingly more tipsy. Burt and Finn relaxed on the couch, their underwear eventually discarded. Will hesitated, clutching his boxer briefs nervously. "I don’t know, guys," he said, feeling exposed. Burt reassured him with a grin, "Come on, it’s just us here. No one’s looking judging."
Finn chimed in, "You’re basically already there mr schuester, it’s just for comfort." Encouraged, Will took a deep breath and, with a smile, removed his briefs.
As Will joined the room in discarding every item of clothing, he caught Finn glancing at his crotch, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
“Uh, eyes up here Finn” he chuckled awkwardly.
Burt, noticing the awkwardness, chuckled and said, "full disclosure,Will, we were actually comparing our cocks when you walked in. Finn was a bit curious." He shrugged with a grin. "It was all in good fun."
Will, slightly taken aback but curious, responded with a chuckle, "Okay, I get it. But how did that even start?" Burt, with a mischievous grin, explained, "Well, we were just having a laid-back evening, talking about the freedom of letting loose. We started comparing farts and it sort of led to a playful challenge on lengths. Finn's curiosity got the best of him."
Will, chuckling at the explanation, added, “Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m pretty sure you guys’ve got me beat on size but my farts are definitely the smelliest around here.” He flashed a confident grin. “I’ve had enough experience to know they pack a punch. Terri used to freak out whenever I let one rip around her”
Burt's eyes lit up with a playful challenge as he heard Will's claim. "You know what, Will?" he said with a grin, "I think we might need to put that to the test. How about a fart-off? Let’s see whose farts can really take the crown.” He looked at Will and Finn with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Winner gets bragging rights.”
Burt suggested with a grin, "How about Finn as the judge? He’s unbiased and can rate the farts on let’s say volume, smell, and duration." Finn looked surprised but amused, nodding in agreement. “Alright, I’ll give it a shot,” he said, ready to take on the role.
“Who wants to start?”finn asks
“I’ll go” suggested …
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