This was inspired by hearing that Ryan Murphy used to secretly date some of the football players in his high school. More to come…

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"I'm Blaine Anderson and I'm a sex addict." Blaine stared in the mirror blankly as the words spilled out of his mouth. How had this happened? When had his life become one sordid secret after another? He ran his hands nervously through his gelled hair as he contemplated the day ahead. Classes would be breaking for Thanksgiving soon. Just a few more days until he could catch his breath. So far, the semester had been crazy.

It hadn't been easy to adjust to Kurt leaving. He had considered the possibility of returning to Dalton to relive his glory days as king of the Warblers. Though in the end, between all that happened with Sebastian and the slushie incident, and his own original reasons for fleeing into Dalton, Blaine realized that he would need to prove to himself that he could make it on his own in a regular high school - out and proud. Blaine always put a lot of pressure on himself and expected the best from himself. All that pressure created a great deal of tension within him which he hid well behind his sweet smile and soulful eyes. That's one reason he adored performing so much: the release it gave him, and the freedom to just let go and forget all his troubles. But Blaine had begun to discover a new form of release. And he was beginning to become afraid that the waves of pleasure he was experiencing would overtake and consume him.

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It was the first day of his senior year and Blaine knew there was a possiblity he would have to deal with bullying at McKinley. Without the safety in numbers from all his fellow Glee clubbers who graduated, especially the guys on the football team, would he become a target for homophobic jocks and other ignoramuses? Blaine sighed as he held up different bow ties to his neck. "Maybe I shouldn't wear a bowtie at all. Maybe I should try to blend in more," he mused. Blaine steadied his gaze in the mirror, then narrowed his eyes and shook his head. No, he wouldn't let them cow him, turn him into a boring little scaredy cat.

The day had turned out fine, with the Glee club actually garnering new members drawn by their big nationals win. All the members had been excited to see him and enthusiastic about his ideas for their next performance. This could actually be a great senior year, even with Kurt so far away, Blaine thought to himself as he practically skipped to his next class. He and Kurt had been skyping regularly, even gotten into putting on sexy little shows for each other. But Blaine was still a teenager, and there were days when he felt like his hormones were driving him mad with lust and remote intimacy was just not enough. Something would trigger him. The flex of a hard bicep at the next desk over, the way a classmate would chew at his pencil, even watching straight couples flirt. Jeez, he was getting horny! He'd start to daydream in class, or standing at his locker, or out on the bleachers. His fantasies would start out romantic, but quickly get heated. Sometimes he'd have to lock himself in a bathroom stall and relieve himself. He hoped no one noticed when he got like that, though the warm flush of his cheeks would betray him.

Blaine might have been fairly oblivious to how beautiful he was, but other people did not fail to notice. How could they not? With his perfectly coiffed jet black hair framing a face almost too pretty for a boy. Lips so tender and rosy against his creamy olive complexion, and that cute little "o" his mouth would set into when he was lost in his dreamy thoughts. Not to mention his compact body with a nice, tight round ass. Yes, Blaine was definitely getting noticed.

A few weeks into school, Blaine found himself in the locker room at the end of the day, cooling off after running a few laps. He had on his candy red McKinley t-shirt and black short shorts with red-and-white striped knee high socks. Blaine was lost in thought as he ran a towel over his sweaty forehead when someone cleared his throat. "Oh!" he exclaimed, slightly startled, and looked up to see Tyler, a hunky blue-eyed blonde football player, standing over him, a slight smirk on his face. Blaine knew him from Physics class, but they had never said more than two words to each other. Sure, Blaine might've checked him out here and there - how could he not, with Tyler's toned muscles and easy smile - but he was pretty sure he had been discrete when doing so. Blaine smiled nervously, "You scared me there for a sec. I, um, thought I was alone." Blaine stood up, but Tyler still towered over him and Blaine unconsciously leaned up against the lockers as he looked up at him. Tyler leaned into him, placing one hand against the locker next to Blaine's head.

"Nothing to be scared of Anderson. It's just me."

"Oh," Blaine said again, at a loss for words as he felt heat creep up the back of his neck. He could feel the closeness of Tyler's hand and for one crazed second he imagined turning his head and nuzzling his cheek against it. Instead, he let out a loud breath. Blaine was confused. He was turned on. What is this? Is he bullying me? Is he hitting on me? Either way, it's trouble. "Um, Tyler, is there something I can help you with?" he asked, the hesitation and arousal making his voice catch. God, that sounded silly, like I'm some airline stewardess or something, Blaine chastised himself.

Tyler stared at him for a while, his gaze flickering to Blaine's lips, down his body, and back to his eyes before a shy smile spread over his face. "Your boyfriend, he graduated right? You still with him?"

"Huh? Oh yeah Kurt, my boyfriend. He's in New York. I'll hopefully be joining him soon." Blaine was flustered and unsure of the direction the conversation was going. "Why do you ask?" he said with a smile, though his brows crinkled with uncertainty.

"Well, listen, um, I know it's not always easy in school when you're, um, different. I just wanted to let you know that I have your back, like if anyone messes with you." Tyler stammered out, looking down at the ground. When he was done, he looked back up at Blaine with his own nervous smile.

Blaine automatically placed his hand over his heart as he inhaled with surprise and a tinge of excitement. "Wow, you'd really, you'd really do that for me?"

Tyler grabbed Blaine's hand, seemingly without thinking. And then before Blaine knew it, Tyler leaned in and kissed him. For a few seconds, Blaine let himself enjoy the feeling of warm soft lips. He felt himself opening up to it, getting lost in it. But when Tyler moaned and darted his tongue into Blaine's mouth, Blaine pulled back. "Wait! What?" he said, his breath already ragged as he tried to compose himself.

"Damn, I've been wanting to do that for a while," said Tyler, "You're a really good kisser." He moved in for another, but Blaine put his hands on his chest to stop him.

"I have a boyfriend and you're supposedly straight," said Blaine. He felt like he was trying to convince himself of this, more than anything. He was trying so hard to be a good boyfriend. But damnit, he was no angel. He had urges. And part of him was yearning to break free.

"Look, this is all on the down low. We both have reasons. So why not? You deserve to have that hot body worked," Tyler said as he grabbed Blaine's waist. He flashed a flirty smile and arched a brow as he teased, "What, you gonna deprive yourself for months at a time? That would be such a waste of your hotness." Tyler moved in a little closer. Blaine found himself not protesting as Tyler pressed his body into him, nuzzling his neck with wet lips and hot breath. "And besides, I could help you Blaine. I could make sure you're safe."

"What, so this is like you scratch my back, I scratch yours?" Blaine let out a weak laugh as he said this. His will power was fading fast.

"Something like that," said Tyler. "Come with me. I know a place a little more private."

And that's how Blaine found himself in a storage closet with Tyler Collins.

"You are so fucken hot," Tyler mumbled into his ear as he pulled Blaine's legs around his waist. "I've been wanting you since you transferred here." Blaine couldn't help but let out a soft squeal as the other boy's tongue probed his ear. Don't think, don't think, he told himself as he ran his hands all over Tyler, feeling the taut muscles of his back and the contours of his six-pack. He lifted up the jock's shirt and ran his tongue over his tanned skin, enjoying the salty taste of their exertions. "Mmm," he moaned as Tyler pushed him back against some cardboard boxes, sucking and licking at his neck. When Tyler began to paw at Blaine's hard-on through his shorts, Blaine felt himself unravel just a little bit more. He wasn't sure he could stop this, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. Tyler pulled down Blaine's shorts and swooped down on his cock, slurping it up into his mouth with gusto. Blaine practically whined from the intensity of the sensation. It had been too long since he'd last felt a pair of lips wrapped around his cock. He reached out and palmed Tyler's cock through his shorts, feeling how nice and hard and thick he was. Bigger than I've ever had, he couldn't help but think it.

"I want to suck you too," Blaine said breathlessly as he scrambled off the cardboard boxes and kneeled in front of Tyler. As he pulled the other boy's cock out his eyes went wide. "What a beautiful cock you have," he said admiringly.

"Thanks," said Tyler, who then gasped as Blaine ran his tongue over his head, then rubbed his lips with the slippery precum leaking from the slit. Blaine grabbed Tyler's cock with both hands and took him in as far as he could, swallowing back his gag reflex. Tyler moaned hard and traced his fingers over Blaine's lips to feel where they connected with his cock. Blaine came up for air and Tyler pulled his cock all the way out. "I have an idea," Tyler said as he pulled Blaine to standing. "Do you trust me?" he said with a wink. Blaine looked up into his eyes, seeing the mischievous twinkle but also kindness.

"Yeah, I think I do," he said.

"Okay!" Tyler said, then proceeded to lift Blaine up, and turn him around so that he was hanging upside down by the legs and they were both crotch to face. "Standing 69!" Tyler yelled before diving in.

"Mmm," was about all the response Blaine could muster with his mouth full. Neither of them lasted long before they were cumming down each other's throats.

And so that was how it all began. Blaine thought he could keep the whole thing under wraps, a "just our little secret" kind of thing. But somehow it didn't work out that way. He thought Tyler would never dare tell anyone. Maybe it was just too good and he couldn't keep his mouth shut, he had to brag about it. More likely, Tyler got drunk and loose-lipped and hinted at some of Blaine's talents to the other football players. Whatever the reason, Blaine soon found himself getting a lot more covert attention from other jocks. Undercover propositions which he found almost impossible to turn down. He knew he should be offended, being turned into the plaything of boneheaded, macho douchebags who otherwise might've bullied someone like him. But he couldn't help but feel like it was the perfect solution for his predicament. Because they were all closeted, he could fool around without anyone from Glee club knowing that he was cheating.

And damn, the sex was so hot and so wrong, Blaine found himself wanting more and more. Some days, he was just buzzing with sexual energy. This was one of those days and he could barely think straight. In English class, he caught the eye of one of his "buddies." His name was Mark and he was a softball player. Blaine must've looked absolutely wrecked with lust, because Mark took one look at him, then texted him to meet him outside. They skipped the rest of school and headed back to Mark's place. Parents still at work, they had the house to themselves.

"Oh Mark, shit, mmm, I shouldn't be doing this," Blaine said as he straddled the other boy on his bed.

"You always say that," Mark laughed as he unzipped Blaine's pants. "I want your ass," he moaned as he squeezed Blaine's firm cheeks. Blaine blushed. He had just started to let himself get fucked here and there. He felt terribly guilty about it, but reasoned that with Kurt he was almost always the top so it wasn't technically cheating. Still, Blaine knew he was being a very bad boy.