"Hey dude you wanna head out to class together?"

"No man, I'm good." Finn was still in bed when Puck asked the question. He asks it every morning and every morning Finn has the same reply. At least Puck was constant and reliable. Like an alarm clock but without the annoying buzzer.

It was their third year of college with Finn and Puck both still roomies. And every morning Finn had his own little ritual. Puck would wake him up and get ready to leave for class (ever since the third year of college hit Puck's been taking it more seriously) and bug Finn not to be late for his morning World Lit. class and Finn would insist he'd make it in time. Half the time he actually does make it, it just depends how long it takes him to finish.

Puck says goodbye and he's out the door. Finn's face glows because he knows he can finally start his morning off right.

Finn throws his blanket to the ground by his bed and now he's lying in bed with his short brown hair a bit of a mess, wearing just his boxers.

"Finally. I've been dying to rub one out." Finn has started talking to himself. He moved his hands on his abdomen and slowly followed his happy trail down into his boxers. He grabbed his soft cock in his underwear and slowly started to tug at it until it gave him a semi.

Finn started thinking. 'I should go just some lotion before I just can't stop. Puck should have some in his night stand.' So he got up and went across the dorm room to Pucks bed and looked in the top drawer. He saw a box of large trojan condoms, some strawberry lube which Finn couldn't take because he feels like Puck is saving that for something more special then masturbating, and a playboy hidden under one of Pucks school notebooks. Finn took the playboy out of it and gave it a quick look. Some of the pages were stuck together. He assumed Puck must of had his own time and place. Looking at the girls the tent in Finn's boxers grew. He quickly skimmed through the playboy then bit his lip at a hot girl and put it back in the drawer just the way it was before.

His thoughts continued. 'I guess I'm just going to have to use spit again.' Finn's erection was growing so he decided to drop his boxers right there in front of Pucks bed. Standing up he gave his dick a quick few strokes and started walking back to his bed, not letting go of his cock. He looked down and put the shaft of his cock out on his palm and spit on his cock twice. He continued to stroke it and lube it up and then lied back in bed.

'I really shouldn't be late again.' Finn closed his eyes and continued stroking. One hand going up and down his cock and the other gripping the sheets loosely.

Finn started picking up his pace. His breathing getting heavier and heavier. He started playing with the head of his cock, using his thumb to play with precum at the tip of his dick.

'I'm going to just speed things up' Finn thought while his smile widened. He continued to stroke the shaft of his cock now and with every motion of his hands pumping up and down he decided to start thrusting his hips with it. He realised he was going to cum soon so he slowed down so he wouldn't cum all over the place.

'Here it comes!' Finn started moaning out loud. Finn aimed the head of his cock to his stomach where his abs were and he actually started to speak out loud. "Here I come!" and right as he was cumming on his own abs the door opened and Puck walked in.

"Hey dude I forg- Whoa!" Puck started laughing. "Sorry I forgot to knock again." Puck continued walking in and went to his side of his room. Finn picked up his blanket and started to clean up his mess.

"It's totally my bad." Finn was very apologetic that once again Puck walked in on him playing with himself.

"You didn't use any of my lube right?!' Puck picked up the underwear Finn left by his bed and threw it at him.

"No I just used my spit. Thanks." Finn was use to this talk. He thought that Puck should know his ritual now.

"Well." Puck reached under his bed and pulled something out. "You should start using this, it's way better." He threw it at Finn who was now covering his bottom half with his blanket. It was dove hand lotion, what he had been looking for.

"Sweet. Thanks man."

"All right I'm out of here." Puck picked up a notebook he left on top of the playboy and ran out the door smiling.

That wasn't the first or the last time Puck would catch Finn in the act.