Finn's heart is in his throat with anticipation -- Sam has to see him jumping up and down like a maniac, or he might never find help. He could be trampled underfoot on the change room floor and never be seen again. Getting his buddy's attention before he looses his pants and jumps in the shower is imperative.
And for just a moment it looks like he's gotten his lucky break. Sam stops undressing, cocks his head in Finn's direction, and seems to register something. But it isn't his tiny friend by his bare feet. No, the blond colossus can't see nearly well enough to spot Finn. The reason his eyebrow is raised and he's listening for footsteps is that he's considering squeezing in a quick wank before the team joins him in here.
Sure, he just came twice this morning and a few times the night before, but Sam's a growing boy and his hormones are still going crazy. So, the horny muscle hunk quickly drops his pants around his ankles, glancing over his shoulder one last time as he grabs his flaccid cock in his fist and starts to rub impatiently. It takes hardly a moment for the well-hung boy to go from swinging pendulously to pitching a raging red flag.
The muscle-bound junior works up a steady pumping rhythm in no time, closing his eyes and throwing his head back with a big smile. "Mmm... Ms Corcoran, your mouth is so wet..." He mumbles to himself, fantasising. He has no idea that inches from his wagging toes, a teeny tiny version of his good friend is dancing desperately for help.
From Finn's point of view, the situation is hopeless. He can't even see Sam's face now that he's tilted his head back. All he can see is a big, white knuckled fist pounding the most intimidating cock he's ever laid eyes on, followed by a constantly flexing and relaxing board of abs and sweat-dripping pecs. The smell of meaty, unwashed cock is filling the room, making Finn want to gag. And the sound of skin sliding and slapping against itself is concert-like to the tiny man.
Suddenly, a rain drop hits the tile next to Finn's foot, splashing far enough to soak his toes. Of course, this isn't a rain drop, it just falls like one. On closer inspection the viscous liquid is warm, and smells familiar. Pre.
Sam is starting to moan, biting his plump bottom lip in the lead-up to a perfect storm...
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