Not long after he’d had gotten in from Football practice, Finn was called downstairs into the cluttered living room by Burt. His stepfather had just gotten back from dropping Kurt and his mom off at the airport for some spa retreat that Finn hadn't cared to listen about.
“Hey Burt, what's up? Did you wanna talk about dinner? I can order a pizza or something
“Don't worry about that for now. I was just thinking, with your mom and Kurt on their trip, it’s just us guys here.” Finn nodded in response before Burt continued
“Well it's great for us, we can do whatever we want- Rip ass, take a dump with the door open without Kurt freakin’ out. Heck, we don’t even need to wear anything at all”
With that, Burt began to undress, taking off his grimy overalls, then peeling his sweat and oil-drenched T-shirt before finally pulling off his socks.
Other than the cap on his head, his Stepfather was standing in only his underwear; the boxer briefs were a stained yellowish shade that had once been white.
Dyed with the filthy combination of dried jizz, piss stains and skid marks.
The waistband, having long lost its elasticity, threatened to fall down at any moment. Finn's gaze slowly drifted down as he followed Burt's happy trail before settling upon his bulge. He could see the outline of an impressively thick cock, his whole package was obscenely stuffed into the crusty underwear leaving little room for movement. Not wanting to be caught perving on his stepdad's bulge, he quickly averted his eyes.
Burts's hands were rubbing his beer belly in circular motions, massaging his bloated gut.
A loud, thunderous fart erupted from his stepdad. The sound was Super wet like a balloon was being deflated. A succession of quieter yet still dank farts followed, quickly polluting the air around them.
Finn happily agreed with what his stepfather had voiced out. It would be nice for a change to have no women (or women adjacent guys- sorry Kurt) around. He showed his agreement nonverbally, allowing a loud belch to escape his lips, followed by ripping a rotten fart he'd been holding in since practice.
“See Finn, this is how us guys should be living, as bachelors not bitches. None of that prissy pussy shit. Now, are you gonna join me in freeing the beast or do I gotta rip those clothes off of ya?”
“Uh sure, I mean I guess if you say so.
It does seem pretty cool to be so open with guy stuff that Mom and Kurt would never let us get away with.”
Finn followed up on his words, tugging his shirt off over his head and stepping out of his jeans until he was left standing in just his boxers. He fights the urge to cover his junk, a force of habit he'd picked up on
from the locker room after Puck had gone around pantsing after practice.
“Atta boy Finn, see how freeing embracing the male nature is. ya think we were made to be wearing pants? No fucking way. For these next two weeks, there are no rules that apply to these four walls.
Wow, Finn thought to himself, Burt is actually being cool. Not that he normally had any issues with the guy, even in their first meeting his stepdad had been way more Laid back and relaxed than he'd ever seen his mom. Hopefully, he'll even let him invite a few friends around to have a few beers after school.
“In fact, these can be the first thing to go…”
Burt pulled down his rank underwear and stepped out of them, kicking them into the corner of the living room
“Ahh the fresh air against my dick and nut-sack, nothing can beat it.” Burt began to gently sway his hips from side to side, the sound of his junk slapping skin was obscenely vulgar.
Finn looked down, strangely curious and intrigued to see what his stepfather was packing.
Uncircumcised, his tight foreskin was pulled over a pale pink bulbous head. The surplus skin hangs over the tip of his stepfather's fat knobhead. Even flaccid it was of notable length and girth, no wonder his underwear had been so tight. Finns tried Feigning nonchalance but the surprise slipped into his raised eyebrows.
Burt smirks at this, unsurprised at his stepson's involuntary response. “It’s impressive I know- once they get over the extra skin they ain’t never seen before they’re desperate to slobber all over it”.
He punctuates his sentence by
Pinching the skin of the tip, rolling it between his fingers before continuing his sentence.
“Now it's your turn, Finn, you can't leave me balls-hanging , come on it's just us guys, nobodys here to judge your body. I'm sure you've got nothing to be embarrassed of, a handsome young stud like you” chuckled Burt.
“I don’t know about that, I’ve gotta lot of gas brewing and I’m not planning on sharting all over the couch, you’d never get the smell out, so I think its for best that I keep these on”
“ Ha, very funny. It’s cute you think your ass can compare. As far as im concerned,It’s atomic weapon versus coughing baby when it comes to our farts. It's fine if you're too insecure in your junk Finn, lots of guys feel the same way”
“Hey, I never said that. My dick is just as big as yours, longer probably. And also,even if I was packing two inches it'd still be better than a Dirty unwashed cheese dick like yours” Finn teased playfully, with a slight edge of defensiveness
“Oh yea? So prove it- take your panties off and show me your Boy clit, we’ll see who the bigger man is”
“There’s no way the underwear coming off man, I had like three burritos at lunch today plus I haven’t even used the bathroom yet. Guys literally evacuate the bathroom when I walk in. Skidmarks are way easier to get out of underwear than a couch.”
“We're beyond farting now Finn,
You don't get to insult my manhood and get away with it.”
“Fine, If you're that desperate to get a look at my monster dong you'll get it. Guess Kurts not the only cocksucker in the family”
Burt laughed at this while his eyes gestured expectantly downwards to the younger man's bulge.
Thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, Finn began to slowly pull them downwards. As more and more of his happy trail was exposed, he paused.
“But before I go any further, I want something first. If you're bigger i’ll do whatever you want but if I win you're gonna spend all night getting real acquainted with my big smelly asshole”
Nodding, Burt paused for a moment, deeply engrossed in thought. After a few silent seconds, he responded
“Fine, If your cock is bigger than mine I'll be on the receiving end of your ass all night, I'll take every single pathetic ass blast. But if I win, you're gonna have the pleasure of cleaning the toilet everytime I take a huge smelly dump.”
Finn hesitated at this. He'd had the misfortune of using the bathroom after Burt. Filthy images fill his mind, a pungent toilet soup of strong yellow piss and thick brown turd smears painting the formerly white porcelain.
Even if Burt’s got a few inches on Finn, the need to prove he hasn’t got a small cock wins out. His ego and pride in his manliness, measured by the inches packed in his boxers, are worth having to scrub a toilet.
“Fine, you’ve got a deal” confirms Finn as he yanked his scruffy boxers down, revealing a cock that was:
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