His curly hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed back in a wet quiff. Blaine was sitting on the floor, his round, wet ass still wet from the shower s water. He dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.
Blaine gasped when he saw a reflection in his bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, he caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared his cabin. He stood and spun around, his eyebrows swinging heavily with the momentum. He grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Kurt (which was seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.
Kurt was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Blaine s rich chest.
As Blaine s tanned muscles squished up against his granite abs, Kurt almost had a dick aneurysm.
Blaine, Kurt murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Blaine s warm thighs. There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire. Blaine had been waiting to hear these words. His heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. He saw himself and Kurt happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. His anus got all warm, too.
Kurt, Blaine moaned, his lush teats straining with desire. I need you. Kurt, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Blaine looked at him expectantly.
Oh, sorry, he added. Kurt, I need you sexually. At hearing those beautiful words, Kurt flexed his rough-hewn abs and Blaine found himself being guided to his soft bed by the sheer force of Kurt s undulating midsection. He parted his thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink pucker of his clunge.
Kurt entered him like he was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside him and he felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
Blaine clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and his hands. His spongy love sacks hurled to and fro with each pounding. His body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Then Kurt moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Blaine spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Blaine got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. He glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.
He walked across the room and picked up his towel, still wet with shower water. Kurt, he said softly, there s something I have to tell you But his bed was empty.
Kurt was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Blaine heard the fading sound of galloping abs.