This was an idea I got from reading another story. It was a what if type senario on Kurt, Dave and Puck during the Never Been Kissed epi….Warning it is totally dirty…SMUTTY! So kick your shoes off and enjoy my friends. Also it is dub con in the beginning….Later on…..Well lets just say….Read on my friends and find out. Hemmy
You're It
Dave watched Puckerman run the track for almost an hour after the last class bell had rung for the day. The graceful movements of the dark tanned body were mesmerizing to the pale skinned jock as he sat in the bleachers. The way the muscles of his legs bulged out with each stride, the slight bounce of the tight ass under the red shorts made Dave's own jeans become painfully snug. The larger jock had only one desire; to bend Puckerman over one of the benches in the locker room and bury his large hard dick between those tight cheeks, filling him up with his cum.
But Dave knew he would have to wait, he would have to seduce the smaller dark jock. He would have to be careful and let Puck come to him. Suddenly a plan formed in Dave's dark mind as he watched the sweaty jock exit the track into the locker room.
Dave gave Puckenough time to be in one of the shower stalls before entering the boy's locker room and locking the doors, all of them, with the spare key Coach Beiste had lent him a couple of days ago. He had wanted to work out a little bit extra, to get in to better shape for the next game. He smiled at the plan in his head, a little work out was just what he needed and so did Puckerman.
All the lights were out except for two, one in the actual locker room and one where Puck was rinsing off, the rest of the large room was in shadows making it easier for Dave to maneuver around the room to lock the doors. After the last door was locked he slipped the key into his pants pocket of the tight denim.
He waited for Puck in a dark alcove just between the shower room and the locker room. He could hear the soft humming of a rock song along with the spray of the shower. The smell of the dingy locker room was filled with a musky body wash causing Dave's cock to leak as he imagined the clean dark skin under his pale hands.
The shower spray ended and he could hear the soft wet splat of Puck's feet as he was walking towards the locker room. As the steps drew closer Dave palmed the front of his jeans almost groaning in pleasure as he pictured Puck's hard cock in his hand. He came out of his reverie as Puck slowly walked by him.
Dave reached out and grabbed Puck, slipping a large hand around the smaller jock's throat and twisting Puck's right arm behind his back with his other. Dave heard the yelp of surprise from Puck as the smaller jock began to struggle to break free. He could feel Puck's hand in his hair pulling, jerking it; but that only made Dave harder for the smaller jock.
"Stop fighting me Puckerman."
"What the fuck Karofsky? Lemme go!" Puck yelled as he continued to struggle but the element of total surprise and wet feet were working against him. He couldn't get a solid grip with his feet nor could he pull his arm free from the vise like hold of Dave.
"Not happening yet Puck." The words hot on Puck's sensitive ear lobe as Dave suckled it working his way down the dark neck to the throbbing vein. Puck's weak spot.
Puck couldn't help the whimper that escaped his lips the moment Dave's teeth scraped hard against the skin covering the pulse point in his neck. The sensation went straight to his dick causing Puckzilla to twitch and become half hard.
Dave was paying attention to Puck's reactions to the attention he was showing the Jewish boy's neck and ear. He could feel the slight buck of the sexy hips as he began to suck and bite a dark bruise just below the pierced ear.
"Why are you doing this? I thought you wanted Kurt." Puck's were are spoken in between ragged breaths as he fights to maintain control of his hardening cock, but it was a losing battle as Dave's hand left his throat and began to slide down to his hard nipples.
"I never wanted Kurt, he was just pawn. I want you Puckerman, it has always been YOU since the seventh grade. I thought if I went after Kurt you would notice me, come after me. But then Juvie happened." Dave's voice is low and husky as he teases the torn nipple. He pulls it, rolls it between his thumb and fore finger loving the sounds emitting from Puck's exposed throat as the trembling teen thrashes around in his grip. "Those bastards did this to you didn't they?"
"Yessssssssss! Jerked it out!" Puck is lost, his senses in overdrive as Dave questions him while teasing his nipple unmercifully making Puckzilla ooze precum against the towel at his waist. "Hurt so fucking bad!"
"I wanted to suck that nipple ring into my mouth, let my tongue tease it, tug it. I wanted to watch your face as I drove you crazy playing with it." He slowly releases Puck's right arm as the words elicit another moan from the shaking jock. He wait's a moment, making sure Puck stays against his chest before exploring more of the toned body.
His hand slowly slides around the smooth dark skin, the pale hand splayed open touching the defined abs before letting his rough fingertips trace the edge of the low slung towel. Whimpering sounds fill the locker room as Dave continues his search downward. He tugs the towel open letting it hit the concrete floor, pooling around the feet of Puck. Pale fingertips brush the soft black hairs that lead downwards to the one thing Dave has dreamed of touching; the hard, thick, circumcised cock that is pleadingly dark red.
Dave takes his time, stroking the flat toned muscles before his hand moves closer to the throbbing appendage. He can feel the long strong fingers of the aroused teen grip his clothed thighs, he feels Puck push those round orbs back against the hardness in his jeans, rubbing soft skin against the harsh denim. Dave grinds back making Puck moan low and deep at the feeling.
"Do you want me to touch you? To wrap my hand around your big hard dick? Stroke you hard and fast until you're screaming my name?" Dave asks in between nips and sucking kisses against Puck's throat. He can feel the tension, the tight cords of muscle ripple down his neck and back with each word or touch of his lips and tongue. "Say my NAME Puck! Tell me what you want! I will do anything you ask…" The words are harsh and commanding from Dave's lips.
"No…Yes…Fuck! Dave just wanna cum! Need to cum! PLEASE! DAVE!" Puck is so confused at what his body and mind are feeling. He isn't gay, but what Dave has done to him has been an absolute turn on. He has never been a sub, never let anyone dominate him until now. Every touch of Dave's hands sends jolts of electricity to his cock, to his nipples and oh God his throat. No one has ever made him completely lose control and he doesn't want it to stop.
"Show me what you want Puck!" Dave commands as he slips his pale hand under the smaller darker one. He feels the hesitancy, the jerky movements of Puck's hand before the dark fingers interlace with his pale ones.
Puck's breathes are shaky and ragged as he leads Dave's hand to his rock hard cock; slowly wrapping their fingers around the tight, hard shaft. He feels Dave tighten the grip of their hands pulling up to the blood red head, gathering the precum before sliding their hands back down aching the shaft.
"Do you want it fast and hard Puck? Or do you want it slow, making it/you last longer?" Dave asks in a growl as he bites the sensitive skin of the shell of Puck's pierced ear.
"FUCK! HARD! DAVE! MAKE ME CUM!" Puck's mind is totally consumed in lust, no coherent thoughts are possible for the Jewish teen. His hips buck into the hands, his legs so shaky that he is barely holding himself up against Dave's strong chest and hard cock.
"Let go Puck! Let me hear you cum!" Dave begins to stroke Puck's cock tight, hard and fast. The friction between their hands and the soft skin of the throbbing shaft increasing the degree of heat to almost a burning sensation against the palm of Dave's hand. He tries to slow down, to loosen the tight grip their hands have but Puck fights against him keeping the rhythm and the tight hold.
"PLEASE! GOD! DON'T STOP! I NEED YOU! DAVE!" The words are shouted as Puck's back arches, his hips thrusting hard against Dave's tortured hard cock. He can feel the larger teen's hips thrusting against his naked ass, the zipper of Dave's jeans buried in the cleft of his ass.
Dave watches the smaller teen lose control, finally letting go. Puck is gasping for breath, saying his name over and over. Dave knows the dark jock is close. He wraps his arm around Puck's waist, holding him tight against him while his other hand pumps harder, faster until Puck literally screams out 'FUCK DAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVEEEEE' drawing his name out between ragged gasps.
Puck is lost in a turbulent sea of waves crashing against his body, running through him. He can't breath. He can't see anything but bright white as his eyes roll back under his heavy lids. The only sound he can hear is his heart beat drumming in his ears. He feels the slow stoke of their hands drawing out the shuddering heights of each peak as it rips through the head of his cock. Every ounce of cum shooting out his slit from his ball sac, until it is hanging limp between his legs.
Dave grips the totally spent body of Puck around the waist as he slips his other hand between their bodies. He quickly pulls out his own throbbing member from the entrapment of his jeans and with just three hard jerks is shuddering as his own hard orgasm throbs through his body. The hot white cum shooting an abstract painting on the dark skin of Puck's back. He quietly groans out, 'Noah' as the waves crash against his sensitive cock.
"It was always you, never Kurt that I wanted. If you want me and you want to continue this, call me or come by the house. Oh and by the way, if you do want this….I wont be your dirty little secret either….Noah…" Dave whispers against the totally limp Puckerman. He lowers Puck to the cold concrete floor after placing a kiss to the dark temple.
A/N: So should I continue? If I do it will be just a couple more chapters. This was meant to be a one shot but grew…So let me know…Peace Hemmy