"Oh... oh..." Sam moans a little louder to himself. There's something about knowing that someone could walk in and catch him jerking off that's making this feel so damn good. "Shelby," he whimpers, lost in his fantasies, "...so.... warm..." His jerking becomes more rhythmic and increases in speed.
Finn's neck is beginning to hurt from craning so hard to look up at his friend. He wants to move, wants to run away, but he can't: he's mesmerized by the sight of this godly titan pleasuring himself. "Jesus," he whispers to himself, "this can't be real!" His own cock starts to twitch to life. Finn's not gay, but neither he nor his body can deny the attractiveness of the overpowering, raw sexuality of what he was seeing. As Sam continues to moan, Finn's hormones encourage him to start stroking himself instead of trying to get help.
And then it happens. Sam lets out a gruff, deep grunt from the back of his throat. He's close now, and there's no way that he's turning back. At this point, someone could walk in on him and he'd still feel like finishing. He puts one hand behind his head and moans some more. "Oh yeah! Fuck! Fuck yeah!" He's bucking his hips and thrusting with each jerk, completely oblivious to everything around him.
Now Finn's terrified. He quickly snaps out of his hormone-induced haze and realizes the situation at hand. "SAM!" He shouts at the top of his lungs. "DOWN HERE!" The only response from above is more moaning. Knowing what's about to happen, he tries to run, but he unfortunately slips in the puddle that is Sam's pre and falls flat on his back. From this angle, his blond buddy looks even more terrifying. Finn has no choice but to try and cover his face as he screams.
Meanwhile, Sam's in blissful paradise. This is the best jerk off session he's had in months, and he's seriously considering doing it at school more often. He can't help to shake the feeling that he's hearing something, though. Some sort of faint cry... But he doesn't focus on it. How could he? This is what needed his attention.
He aims his cock down at the floor, eyes still closed. He's close. He's so close. "Oh, fuck.... oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck." He opens his eyes, his gaze towards the floor. Is that...? Holy. Shit. "Oh fuck, oh fu-Finn?" For a brief second, Sam's in control of his primal urges and finally notices his shrunken friend. Unfortunately, that second passes too quickly; his muscles tighten, he bites his lip, pulls back on his dick, and erupts all over the floor, moaning the whole way. He watches as his friend is coated in his warm, gooey cum and is powerless to stop it.
As soon as he finishes his orgasm, Sam....
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