Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Three's Company ❯ Finn's Story (interrupted) Part 1 ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

DISCLAIMERS:

Once again, the characters in this story I made up. I wish some of these things happened to me, but they didn't. Boo.

Girls Gone Wild© Mantra Films, LTD. is mentioned in the section. As I've tried to make obvious by using the “copyright” logo, their company has nothing to do with me. I make no money from them and they make none for me…but they do make money for whoever the individuals are that own Mantra Films, LTD. In this chapter, I don't refer to any manga, so I'm covered there.

This chapter deals with what the United States and Canada refer to as children having sex with what the United States and Canada term as adults. Some countries, though, do initiate young teenage boys into sex with paid companions at what western countries deem a young age. You may or may not agree with the act. I'm not going to get into a debate of right and wrong—my only responsibility is to warn you, which I've done. Besides, I know that this kind of thing has happened, is happening and will continue to happen in the future. So, it's in the story. I don't know if this will get me into trouble with MediaMiner or not, but I need it to write it to make the story so…

Sorry about the phony “updates” that show on my story when really nothing has changed—it's me trying to update my new story and screwing it up somehow. Don't ask; just work with me.

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WARNINGS:

If you are a HOMOPHOBE, DO NOT CONTINUE!

If you are a MONOGAMIST, DO NOT CONTINUE!

THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING—EXPICIT AND/OR OFFENSIVE SCENES WILL FOLLOW (see above comments).

Thank you again for reading and enjoy!

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All the blood in Finn's brain rushed south and what was once hard was now painful. He swallowed and dug deep for the gentleman that his mom taught him to be before she died. “You don't have to do anything you don't want to.” It took him three attempts to say it after clearing his throat twice.

“That's just it—I want to do more. I'm just not sure…what or how to...” She looked up at him and her gaze was a mixture of curiosity, desire and fear. And trust, dammit! Fuck! He remembered too late why he stayed away from virgins or the less experienced.

“This has nothing to do with love, Liss!” He felt obligated to warn her, “It's sex pure and simple, just like your damn yaoi porns-with-no-plot!” What the hell? Was he warning her? It was time to nail the damn gentleman back in his coffin!

Alice felt the cut go deep, but struggled hard not to show it. He was right, though. They'd only known each other little over a week and only really talked twice. This was no damn, stupid, sappy romance novel. This was real. She could have the best time in her life with the sexiest person that would ever get within two feet of her. She could also be hurt, badly.

Or she could chicken out, end up with Paul and get her own set of veneers.

She shuddered at the thought and reached up to grab Finn clumsily by the head to pull him down towards her. The kiss was everything but smooth—she knocked her teeth against his; she opened her mouth without giving him a clue, literally sucking on his face before he opened his mouth. She pulled away blushing in shame. “See? I need help. I can't even kiss you right.” Finn's gaze was dark and unreadable. Alice was about to tell him to forget it when he held out his hand.

“Come on.” He said and waited. Alice didn't pause as she took his hand and followed him back toward the motorcycle. Once there, he released it, lifted the bike off its stand and began to direct it toward the hill. “There's a place where we can't be seen from the road or even the top of the hill. We'll be able to hear if anyone comes down.”

“Okay,” is what she said, but now that he'd let go of her hand, the doubts were coming fast and hard. What was he planning to do to her down there, all isolated and whatnot? She didn't have any protection; did he? Wait—were they going to go all the way? Was she ready? It was kinda cold and the thought of sand getting in certain places was not an appealing one. She was bursting to ask but deathly afraid to do so. The walk was completed in anxious silence.

Finn found the area where he usually hung out and angled his bike so no one would be able to see them easily. He figured his jacket could be used as a blanket and spread it down on the ground. Here we go, he thought and turned around for Alice. She was standing there watching him. There was no desire remaining in her eyes, and the curiosity was struggling beneath a fear of the unknown. He had to get them both back `in the moment'.

“Come on. Let's take a minute and just talk.” He sat and patted the space between his legs. She seemed relieved but he could tell she was still tense when she didn't lean back against him. He looked heavenward for patience as they went through a brief tug of war until she finally gave in and leaned against him, still stiff. “Listen, Liss, you've gotta relax.”

“I am relaxed,” she said, voice as stiff as her body.

“Yeah, right,” he derided, “Actually, you're terrified that now that I got you `where I want you' I'm going to throw you down, toss up your dress and hump you like dog in heat.”

Silence.

He let out a sigh of patience and rested his head on her shoulder, staring out at the water. “Now I really know what you think about me.”

Shame nearly overwhelmed the fear. “I didn't—don't think you would do that to me. I'm just nervous.” Finn had never done anything that would make her think he'd just attack her out of lust. He began rubbing her arms which relaxed her more and she let out a soft sigh and leaned against him fully. She wasn't even worried about him feeling her fat rolls.

“So…what do you want to talk about?” He asked, “I'll even let you pick the subject.” Alice hesitated. Should she? She knew exactly what she wanted to ask him but she wasn't sure she had the nerve. He shook her softly.

“Go on, ask me something,” he urged.

“Your first time!” She blurted out, “With a guy, I mean.” His hand on her arms stilled and his head moved from her shoulder. Her eyes slid sideways and saw that he was grinning at her.

“We are going to get along famously,” he declared, thinking fast. It wasn't a problem telling her, but there were some things he didn't want her to know about his past. “Where to start, where to start?” He knew boy-boy stories turned her on, so he wasn't being completely altruistic.

“Well…how did you start liking guys anyway?”

“I don't know if there is a how, maybe a when.”

“Well, when then?” Her voice was impatient and he chuckled.

“All right, how about this: Once upon a time—“

“You're kidding, right?”

“You want to hear this or not?”

“'Once upon a time' then.” He could hear the smile in her voice and rested his chin on her shoulder, stroking her arms.

“Once upon a time…” He began again and she soon got caught up in the rhythmic sound of his voice.

Finn was eleven the first time he saw people having sex. He'd caught his babysitter and her lover going at it in the bathroom hallway leading to the upstairs rooms. (She didn't need to know the man was his dad and the woman was actually his nanny.) It was the first time he'd ever gotten a hard on. He touched himself and the feel of it made him moan softly causing the man to look up to see him watching. He just smiled as he continued humping Ms. Levine causing weird sounds to emit from her mouth.

Soon the man turned his attentions back to his babysitter and the slapping sounds got louder and louder until his face contorted and he let out a loud groan. Eleven year old Finn moaned too and pressed his hands to the front of his pants until he felt dampness soak through. His eyes widened and he ran back to his room where he slammed the door and collapsed on the bed.

He wasn't stupid; he knew what had happened. He'd ejaculated. The kids at school had been talking about the sex ed. classes they'd be taking. His friends had pretty much figured out how boy parts and girl parts went together thanks to Finn and his pilfered stash of Hustler, Playboy and National Geographic magazines. But even seeing naked tits had never made...this happen before. There wasn't a knock, but the door opened. It was the man who'd been fucking his babysitter.

“What will it take to keep you quiet?” The man asked him softly. Finn blinked.

“Anything?”

The man considered. “Within reason,” he finally said, “yeah, anything.”

“Get a girl to do that with me.”

“You were eleven the first time you had sex?!”

“I can't tell the story if you interrupt me like this.”

“But eleven years old is just—just…”

“...Just the right age for some, way too young for others.” Possibly it had been too young even for him. “Can I go on now?”

Finn's sexual education classes were detailed, private and lasted for several years. The woman who taught him (we'll call her Lola, Finn said as Alice snickered) was at least in her late teens and new her subject well. She explained not only how things fit together, but how, if he planned to be any good as a lover, he'd have to think of the other person.

“If you want to fuck,” she explained to him one night after sucking him off, “you can fuck a stranger off the street and get pleasure. You can even fuck someone you know, if they're agreeable. However,” she took her long painted nails and ran them over his nipples and then down his belly causing him to shiver in reaction, “if you want to make love, it's best to be in love.” She took one finger and ran it around his nipple. She made an approving hum as it pebbled. “If you want to be accomplished as a lover and get pleasure, you must think about your partner first, last and throughout. If you can hold your cum until your partner does…come,” she smiled sexily, “well, that's about the best sex either one of you will have.” Finn listened carefully, taking shallow breaths due to her non-stop stimulation.

“So what do we do—you and me, together?” Lola ran her fingers down his body pleased at how his body was filling out. He would be a heartbreaker, if he wasn't already.

“We have sex,” she said as he rolled on top of her. “Again? So soon?” She said in pretend shock. His grin was sly for a thirteen year old boy.

“In school, I'm being taught that my hormones are rampaging.”

“And so they are,” she said letting her eyes droop as he caressed her breast, “lucky for me.”

It was that same year that his dad started working with Stephen, an up-and-coming mover and shaker in the business world. He was gay, not a flamer, but didn't back down if asked about it. It fascinated Finn when he found out. He even spoke to Lola about it during one of their “classes.” She'd raised her eyebrows in true surprise.

“Do you want to do a three-way with another guy?”

“No! No! At least I don't think so. I do wonder how they do it, though.” She snorted in disbelief.

“Yeah, right. You may have everyone else fooled with that `sweet, innocent me' act, but I know better.” His only response was a small smile. That action, in itself, let her know he was serious. She got off the bed and put her robe on poured a shot of brandy, offered it to him and sat with it herself when he refused it.

She took a sip and eyed him over the rim. “I had a girlfriend that I slept with once.” He looked at her rather surprised.

“You don't seem the girl-on-girl type.”

“I'm not, normally.” She sighed deeply suddenly looking older than she was and closed her eyes. “It was spring break and the Girls Gone Wild crew was in the area. Lots of guys, lots of alcohol, lots of…“ She opened one eye, “…other things.” His smile reached his eyes this time and she smiled back. “My roommate and I had gone down there fully prepared to do every crazy thing our parents warned us about, and we did.”

She took another sip of the brandy, “We put on a great girl-on-girl show for the crew and they filmed it. What they didn't get is what happened when they left the room.” She met his eyes squarely. “I'll be the first to admit I was curious. Once I started sex with her, I thought I might be a lez. It was a little over a month after spring break before I started being attracted to men again, and we were still having sex at the time.” She shot back the rest of the brandy. “To shorten the story, I'm neither lesbian nor bi and she was. Not only have we not spoken since, I've never been attracted to a woman since.” Her eyes met his levelly and her tone was very serious.

“For any of us trying to make our way through life, it will never be easy. Trying to find an `other' that could become significant, well, doesn't make it any easier. Gay people have a harder way in life just because they're gay—that's just how it is for now. And if you're a man and want to settle down, well, it's damn harder than it is for a woman, for sure.” Her eyes narrowed and hardened.

“If you just want to fuck a man, I can set that up for you. But you should never fuck with someone's emotions, Finley!” Finn winced at the use of his full name—

“Your name is Finley?” He winced again.

“This was a serious moment, here!” He protested as Alice snorted with laughter.

“I know, I know, but…Finley?”

“How `bout we end the story here?”

“No, no, I'll stop.” Two second pause, “Finley!” He closed his eyes.

“I'll ignore that this time,” he said and started again.

“If you just want to fuck a man, I can set that up for you. But you should never fuck with someone's emotions, Finley!” Finn winced at the use of his full name (pause to glare at Alice who has two hands over her mouth) and nodded once.

“I won't, I promise Lola.”

But Stephen fascinated him. Every time he saw him, he'd find himself watching him, trying to see if it showed—his gayness that is. But it never did to Finn's eyes. Stephen looked just like how he acted; a handsome alpha male confident in his looks and secure in who he was.

It didn't take much to find out his full name, Stephen Guarin. His age: 25 years. He'd attended Cambridge University, completed their MBA and Masters of Finance programmes in a mere two years, going on to enroll in their Industry Development programmes and graduating summa cum laude with a PHD in Business Administration, all in less than five years. His mother was American, but his dad was from Spain. When he spoke, he spoke with a slight accent that only increased Finn's interest in him. Soon it became obvious, even to the subject of that interest.

He was watching T.V. while his dad and Stephen hashed over some report or chart or something that they needed for a presentation the next day. Finn tried to control it, but his eyes would keep moving to Stephen no matter what. His dad walked out the room and Stephen spoke to him for the first time without looking up from his work.

“You are always looking at me; watching. What is it you are waiting for me to do?”

“Uh, no-nothing,” Finn couldn't believe he was stumbling over his words—he was a smooth talker at school. “It's just…it's just…”

“What? That I'm foreign?” He lifted his eyes and caught Finn's green gaze in the darkness of his own. “Or is it that I'm gay?” As Finn stuttered out denials, Stephen calmly shook out a cigarette, lit it and took a deep pull as he moved to flop down next to Finn on the couch. Very close to Finn on the couch. He exhaled a puff of smoke as Finn's useless jabbering ground out to a halt as his throat swelled up in nerves.

“There's no need to be ashamed of your disgust. Many are appalled at homosexuals. I can only be glad that your father appreciates my business acumen and has no interest in my private or social life.”

“I'm not ashamed, appalled or disgusted!” Stephen raised one eyebrow in response to Finn's outburst. Finn swore to himself he'd learn how to do that if it killed him.

“So it is curiosity then?” Finn had no quick response to that, because no matter what Lola said, he was curious. “I can deal with the curiosity as well,” is all Stephen said before he grabbed Finn by the chin and launched a full frontal attack on his mouth.

“MMPH!” was the only response he was able to make and then he just…took it all in.

The first thing he realized was that he, himself, was NOT the one in charge of this kiss. That was a switch, but he decided it wasn't such a bad thing. Next he noticed that a man kisses…firmer, harder sort of, than a woman. That, too, wasn't a turn off. Actually, Finn thought, nothing about any of this was a turn-off. He felt Stephen's hand stroke his cock through his pants and suddenly, oxygen was a rare commodity. He had to stop kissing just to pant. It didn't stop Stephen, though. No, he lifted Finn up high enough to stroke his ass-crack and find his asshole with an accuracy that should've made Finn a little wary. It just made him hotter, harder, and then, nothing.

Stephen sat back and took another drag of his cigarette as Finn lay there with a surprisingly painful hard-on. He had a dispassionate expression on his face as he watched Finn struggle to pull himself under control. “For your information,” he began as he stood to fix his clothing and hair (Finn had done damage without realizing), “I do not fuck children, especially the boss' children.” He leaned down to blow smoke in Finn's face, “No matter how pretty and sexy they are.” He turned to walk back to the table just as Finn's dad walked back in. He looked questioningly at Finn as he walked out of the room with a blanket wrapped around him like a mummy.

Finn never noticed—he only had one thought in his head.

He thinks I'm sexy!