Blaine flopped down on his bed with an exasperated sigh. He'd done all of his homework, reorganized his hair gel collection for the God only knew how many time, and finished all of his chores around the house. Now he was home alone, bored out of his mind, and - worst of all - so incredibly horny he was almost certain even his corduroy pants were being soaked through.
It really wasn't fair. It was Tuesday afternoon for crying out loud! They had an arrangement! He was supposed to be stripped naked, covered in sweat, and being thoroughly fucked until cum was dripping from both holes and coating his mouth. He closed his eyes and licked his lips just thinking about the salty tang of Puck's cum, his thighs squeezing together in a hopeless attempt at relieving the ache between them, throbbing in time with his increasing heartbeat.
Dammit! He just wanted to be fucked! Was that so much to ask? Couldn't Ms. McCarthy's pool have waited a day to be cleaned? Blaine had needs that Puck was supposed to be attending right now!
He finally growled under his breath, sitting up and pulling off his polo to send it flying across the room in pale imitation of Puck's demanding pace. His fingers dropped to the fly of his corduroys, working the buttons open as he stood to shove them off. If Puck couldn't be bothered to come when he was supposed to - when he was needed - then Blaine could at least get a little relief on his own. He shoved his boxers down with his pants, kicking them to join his shirt before dropping back to the bed bare as the day he was born. He sprawled there for a moment, legs and arms wide as he enjoyed the feeling of the cool air on his achingly hot core, his nipples tightening into hard little buds at each cool draft over his drenched pussy.
Blaine slid a hand down his chest, enjoying the feeling of smooth skin over hard muscles - not as hard as Puck's maybe, but he didn't do bad by himself. He paused when his fingers stuttered over his taut nipples, giving the little buds a pinch and twist that sent a jolt of sensation shooting straight to his already soaked pussy. Whimpering softly, he slid his hand lower, idly noting the difference between the smooth curve of his abdomen and Puck's rippled hardness.
His eyes closed, remembering the last time he and Puck hooked up as he explored his stomach. He remembered how Puck looked standing over him, not a stitch covering his body in the gym's showers, cock jutting out from his neatly trimmed groin - the one concession Puck ever made to manscaping - like a proud oak, water cascading down over his muscles. He groaned, his back arching as he remembered how it felt to stretch his lips around that thick head, the taste of his precum on his tongue, the way his jaw ached as he struggled to accommodate his girth. He remembered the tickle at the back of his throat from his barely existent gag reflex as Puck's cock slid deeper and deeper until the hair of his heavy sack scratched his chin as they settled against his face, Puck's nails scratching his scalp as he held him close, nose against the base of his belly. God, he loved that huge cock and the way it filled his holes so perfectly tight.
He slid his fingers lower, dipping into the copious wetness seeping from between his thighs. A moan escaped his lips as he caressed his pink folds, completely bare of hair. Puck had gotten so hard and fucked him so well the first time he'd gotten a wax job down there, Blaine had happily continued the sessions despite the pain. Not to mention how much more sensitive he was after a waxing. Like he'd gotten earlier today. Even his boxers could almost make him come just from walking down the hall after. Dammit! If only Puck were here to fuck him, it'd be amazing!
His eyes half opened, lazily perusing the room as he dragged a fingertip over his clit, sending a shiver through his whole body as he thought about how he could make Puck regret choosing to clean a pool over their fuck session. His eyes widened as they landed on his phone sitting on the nightstand by his bed, tantalizingly within reach. Did he dare? It wasn't something he'd normally do by any stretch, though he knew it'd turn Puck on. He turned the idea over in his mind as he teased his pussy, making himself writhe with the gentle strokes and light pinches. A blush slowly rose over his features as he reached for the phone, quickly flipping it into camera mode.
His hand trembled as he lowered the phone between his spread legs. He didn't realize how the track lighting in his room lit him up just right as he reached down to spread his folds open a little wider for the view Puck always moaned over whenever he saw it. He held his breath as he pressed the camera button, the shutter sound announcing a photo being taken sounding louder than usual in the still room. He couldn't even look at the photo beyond checking to see that it was a good, clear shot without blushing so badly he thought he'd burst something. His fingers flew over the keypad, setting up a text message to Puck and attaching the photo. Before he could chicken out, he hurried and tapped the send button, dropping his hand back to the bed.
Now it was up to Puck.
Puck eased the bedroom door closed behind him until it caught with a soft snickt. He grinned, patting the pocket of his jeans that held the folded set of Ben Franklins he'd earned for his services. He stretched as he headed down the hall, enjoying the play of muscles under the bare skin of his shirtless torso and the faint ache from his afternoon session with Ms McCarthy. Damn but he fucking loved summer.
"Not half bad for an afternoon's work," he said with a smirk, helping himself to a glass of lemonade in the kitchen as he counted his pay. Five hundred and fifty. The fifty was a pleasant bonus tip that he sure wasn't complaining about.
He sipped the lemonade slowly, enjoying the view out the back window. He had plenty of time to clean up and get his gear stowed away back in his truck before Mr. McCarthy made his way home. "Working late," Puck murmured with a soft snort of disbelief for his client's husband's excuse. "More like boning the secretary."
Ms McCarthy wasn't going to be moving any time soon either. Not if the blissed out smile on her face when Puck climbed off was any judge anyway. He grinned again at the memory of pinning the hot older woman to the bed and plowing her for fucking hours. He'd come at least twice, spilling in her as she squeezed his cock with her pussy, happily certain she wouldn't get knocked up. That vasectomy was the best damn four hundred he'd ever spent. Getting to fuck whoever he wanted raw without worrying about a baby popping up was the bomb.
It wasn't like the pools didn't get cleaned either, he thought as he headed out to start cleaning up. He did damn good work and he was proud enough of his reputation to make sure the pools he was hired for came first. Just because some of the ladies wanted extra services didn't mean he'd neglect his work. Getting to tap all the lonely, horny MILFs in Lima was total bonus.
His phone buzzed in his back pocket as he was breaking down the long pole of his skimmer. He groaned, expecting a text from Finn wanting him to come and hang out with him and Rachel. "Not happening, Finnster," he muttered, dropping the skimmer into it's bag before pulling his phone out.
A brow raised as he recognized Blaine's number instead. "Well how about that. Wonder what Mighty Mouse wants," he said, keying the text open.
His eyes widened as the photo opened, mouth going dry. "Holy shit," he whispered, tapping the photo to bring it to full screen.
He licked his lips as his eyes roamed over the gaping pink folds, swollen with arousal and held open with two fingers. The darker ruffles of the inner folds glistened with the silken liquid that he could almost taste on his tongue. He groaned low in his throat, feeling his exhausted cock twitch in his jeans at the sight of a single drop of pearlescent fluid caught in the act of spilling from Blaine's vagina, trying to join the thousands of brothers doubtlessly coating Blaine's muscular thighs and the fingers holding him open.
"Fuck me," Puck whispered, keying a reply window open almost without thinking. "Damn, Anderson. Didn't think you had it in you."
He flipped his phone sideways, thumbs flying over keys as he translated thought to text. Goddamn are you asking for it, Anderson. I'm gonna make that hot little pussy my bitch next time I see you.
Emboldened by sending the photo, Blaine responded quickly to Puck's text. Doubt it. You were supposed to do that today but you chickened out.
A reply came back quickly. Don't fuck with the Puckster, Anderson. I won't wait for next Tuesday. I'll pull you in the nearest damn room when I see you next to eat that little pussy of yours until you're begging me to stop.
Blaine moaned as he read the text, one hand stroking his clit as he typed with the other. You sure you're up to it? Come on, Daddy. Tell me what you'd do to your naughty little boy when you get your big hands on me. Maybe you'll get another photo.
He could almost imagine Puck's smirk as the reply came back. You need a lesson? Better idea. You wear that little red thong to school tomorrow and I'll take it off you with my teeth.
How's that better? Blaine sent back almost immediately. You'd do that anyway.
So? I'm gonna make you cum like you ain't never cum before, bowties.
All words. Blaine moaned, working his fingers into his dripping cunt. The slick wet sound of him fucking himself filling the room. No action.
I'll give you action. Right after I spank that naughty little ass red for teasing me. Got me a vibe ring I'm gonna wear when I pound your hot little ass.
Just the thought of Puck spanking him and fucking his ass while wearing a vibrating cockring while it was still sore sent arousal gushing to his core. "Fuck," he moaned, pulling his fingers out to scrabble for his favorite dildo - the one with the vibrating rabbit - in his nightstand. He could feel his orgasm teetering just out of reach as he typed in a reply with one hand, pushing the dildo into his wet cunt with the other. Where?
Where the fuck else? Puck's reply came quickly, like he'd been waiting for it. Glee room. During class. Bend you over the damn piano.
His words - and the accompanying mental image of Puck fucking him where just about anyone could walk in on them - was enough to push him over the edge with the dildo filling his pussy. A choked off scream broke from his lips as he dropped the phone on the bed, all of his focus concentrated on the rippling sensations from the rabbit stimulating his clit and the dildo filling his cunt. His hips bucked, lifting from the bed as he worked the dildo in him, the pressure building higher and higher until he couldn't contain it anymore. Fluid gushed from his cunt in a clear stream as he pulled the dildo free to soak his sheets and make a puddle under him before he collapsed back into it, breathing hard and staring blankly at the ceiling as he listened to the buzzing of blood in his ears for a long moment. Finally, he fumbled blindly for his dropped phone, weak fingers searching for keys to send a message.
You owe me a new sheet set. He sent, grinning in pleased exhaustion from his orgasm.
Bullshit. Came back almost immediately. Throw that shit in the wash and it'll be fine. You buy new sheets every time you cum on em? Damn.
Only when I can make you pay. Blaine laughed breathlessly as he sent the reply.
For a dude without a dick, you're one cocky little son of a bitch ain't you. Just you wait.
See you tomorrow, Daddy. ;)