Hey all this is only my second attempt at writing fanfiction, I've not been writing in a long long tome, but i hope all goes well. Reviews are love :D
The Big Predicament
It was the middle of summer and Sam was lying on the trampoline in his back garden when he felt his phone vibrate. He tore the phone from his pocket and saw he had a new message. Clicking the message his eyes went directly to the name of the sender, Puck. What did he want? They hadn't spoken since he graduated a month ago. He shook himself from his reverie and continued to read the message.
Puck: Hey guys having a party at my house tonight, bring drink. Glee kids and their significant others only! Rock out, bitches!
"Sweet!" same said under his breath, trying not to draw his parent attention. The last thing he needed was a grilling about what he was so excited about, because he knew his parents wouldn't like him going to a party with drink, and he knew he couldn't lie to save his life, especially to his parents, they just simply knew him too well, damn it. So instead of making up a lie and being caught out by his parents, he dialled the number of the one person he knew would help him out. It rang for about ten seconds before a very out of breath person answered.
"SAM! How are you, buddy?" Finn answered the phone, trying to keep his breathing under control.
"Erm, Finn, did I call at a bad time? 'Because it sounds like I called at a bad time. Are you with Rachel?" Sam replied blushing fiercely, but the next second Sam heard chuckling in his ear.
"Oh dude, you're funny!" Finn roared, "I just got back from a job, I'm not like getting blown or anything, besides, you know Rachel is in New York."
"Oh yeah, how is everything with her? Has she forgiven you yet?" Sam asked, concerned for his best friend.
"Well we spoke as soon as she got to her campus, and she said that she hates me more than she has ever hated anyone, but yet she loves me more than ever for what I did for her. So god only knows what she is actually thinking, but we are definitely broken up," Finn said this so fast Sam could tell that he'd been waiting to get it off of his chest for a while now.
"Oh I'm sorry, Man," Sam replied, not knowing what to say.
"It's all good, dude, I'm strangely fine about it," he said. There was a short silence but Finn broke it, "So what was the reason you called for anyways?"
"Oh," Sam said, being jerked back into reality after the awkward silence. "I wanted to ask you, Puck is throwing this party at his place, and I wanted to ask you if you'd ring my Mom and drop a hint, maybe tell her I'm staying at your house for a video game night. She'd totally freak if I knew I was going to a party with drink, and she doesn't trust Puck in the slightest."
"Sure thing, man. Go disappear, and I'll call her now," Finn said, smirking at the deviousness of Sam.
"You're a life saver. Laters!" Sam said and hung up on the boy.
He sprinted up to his room and entered his en suite bathroom and turned his shower on so his mother would think he was showering and be forced to talk to the ex-McKinley quarterback. As soon as the shower started running he heard the house phone ring and his mother answer.
"Oh, hey Finn, I'll just see if he's around, give me a second, honey," she said.
He heard her come up the stairs and walk towards his room. He rapidly locked his bathroom door to make it appear he'd been in the shower. Five seconds later he heard a knock at his bathroom door and his mother told him Finn was on the phone.
"I'm in the shower Mom, ask him what he wants!" he yelled to his mother, hoping with all fibre of his being that he was playing his part convincingly. He strained to hear his mother over the running water, but what he heard brought a smile to his face.
"Oh I'm sure he'd love to, I'll tell him what you said and I'll get him to text you once he gets out of the shower,"
"What did he want Mom?" Sam called.
"He's having a games night at the Hummel's and he wanted to know if you were coming, I told him you would text him," Mrs Evans called through the door.
"Sweet, can I go Ma?" he asked, but from the reaction he heard from his mother, he knew the response would be golden.
"Of course honey, he told you to be at his for seven this evening, which will be fine, because dinner is for six," she replied sweetly.
Sam grinned to himself and waited for him mother to exit his room, so he could leave. He turned around to switch off the shower but then he realised that he would need a shower before the party so he decided to strip and stand under the running water. The hot liquid felt like heaven on his skin. He began to lather up some shower gel and rub his body when he realised that his dick had started to get hard. I'll sort you out right now, he thought to himself.
He began to rub his chest and caress his nipples, working his way down to his large hard cock. He'd always been proud of his dick, it wasn't the longest, and only about six and a half inches, but it was five inches thick. It always left Santana weak at the knees and begging for more. He continued rubbing his cock, but this time with more vigour, thinking of Santana's sexy body writing under him as he fulfilled her every need.
Then suddenly he heard his phone ring. It was a certain tone, one that he heard earlier. It was Finn's assigned tone, Journey, Don't Stop Believing. He jerked himself to the speed of the song, but this time his fantasy shifted, this time he was on his back, his legs in the air resting on someone's shoulders. Pleasure coursed through his every nerve and he started to become accustomed to the thrusting he felt. The face looked up and he saw the handsome face of Finn, his best friend. Just then he was brought back to reality, but the wonderful feeling of an orgasm. Cum shot out of his dick and hit the tiles of his shower.
Sam stood there, puzzled. What had just happened? Had he fantasised about a guy? His best friend? He shook the thought off and narrowed it down to being because the phone rang at the wrong time. He stood there for the next five minutes, cleaning and scrubbing himself, pondering about what had just happened. He felt dirtier yet more potent than ever, only after one jerk off.
As soon as he got out of the shower he saw his phone, and his cock was standing at attention immediately. He looked down at this dick and gave it a dirty look, annoyed about his libido's awful timing. He gingerly picked up his phone and rang Finn. He answered almost immediately.
"Hey dude, we got the all clear. Be at mine for seven and then we can go get some alcohol, Puck got me a fake ID. We can all crash at his house tonight, his family are on holiday in Hawaii," Finn blurted.
"That's great dude, thanks for everything, I'll see you later," the blonde boy said and hung up right away. Throughout the phone call he'd become increasingly aware that he was naked, and with Finn's voice in his ear he became increasingly hornier. I hate you cock, Sam thought bitterly.
As he towelled off, he wondered what this could mean. He'd never been attracted to guys, he's experimented when he was a stripper and he'd been sucked off by a guy, it was great, but they were drunk and it really creeped him out afterwards. Maybe it was just Finn? He was a good-looking guy after all.