"Let me make the call, you made the call last time, give it here, man…"
Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed. Mr. Schue had taken the girls to help choreograph an all-girls number, and the boys were desperately trying to get tickets to some couples show. It was supposed to be the biggest romantic experience of the century, or so Rachel said before begging Finn to take her. Now the boys were all desperate to win some call in radio contest to get the last tickets and impress their girlfriends. It was times like this that Kurt loved being gay.
The tedium was made slightly better by the fact that Blaine was still learning the New Directions choreography. Watching those sweet little buttocks bouncing in Blaine's pants was giving Kurt all kinds of lovely ideas.
'I should take him home and bend him over my bed. I bet he would moan like a whore, and lift his butt to get me deeper inside of him…"
"Let me call now!" Finn shouted, taking the phone from Artie.
Kurt scowled, concentration broken. 'Oh well, back to the drawing board. Home's too far away. I should fuck him right here in the choir room, show the guys I don't need some stupid tickets to get laid-'
"I'm the 34th caller!" Finn screeched. Kurt's arousal wilted, and his temper rose. Blaine got down on all fours and slid across the floor, lifting his backside off of the ground in a way that would have fueled Kurt's fantasies in the sweetest way, if Finn hadn't opened his big mouth… "Hey guys, I have to answer a question. When was Paris founded? Come on, if I get this, I get the tickets."
'I should fuck him in the bathroom. Yeah, in a filthy little stall with my cock up inside him and my hand covering his mouth so he can't scream and give us away. Maybe when I'm done with his ass I can gag him with my cock… Yeah, Blaine…' As if he'd heard his name, Blaine looked up. He blushed, recognizing the look in Kurt's eyes. 'He'll squirm; all embarrassed about being fucked where anyone could see us - '
"Come on, guys, somebody has to know this!"
Kurt snapped. He strode over to the boys and snatched the phone out of Finn's hand, "The answer is 250 BC. Yes, thank you." Kurt gave his address smoothly to the producer and hung up, handing the phone back to Finn.
"Awesome, Kurt!" Finn beamed, reaching for a high five, "Thanks, man."
"No way," Sam argued, "He's not giving the tickets to you, that's not fair, you didn't even know the answer to the question. He should pick someone else to give them to."
"Well, if Kurt's going to pick someone, he should pick me," Artie said, "We're the closest friends, right, Kurt?"
"No way," Puck joined the fray, "Kurt should pick - "
" – No one. I answered the question, the tickets are mine. Now I need to go to the bathroom." Kurt grabbed his boyfriend's arm, dragging him away from the group, "Come on, Blaine."
"Yes, sir," Blaine said, grinning as Kurt's intentions became clear.
Kurt rushed Blaine into the cleanest stall he could find, shutting it hastily behind him and forgetting to lock it properly, "I want to be inside of you, now." He pulled a tiny bottle of lube from Blaine's pants pocket before shoving the pants around his ankles. Kurt stepped around the boy, sat down on the toilet, and pulled Blaine down on top of him. Unable to walk; Blaine could only fall back into Kurt's lap. Kurt prepared him quickly, and before Blaine knew it, Kurt's burning erection was forcing its way into Blaine's tight channel.
"So big…" Blaine moaned loudly, until a hand was clamped over his mouth.
"It's a public bathroom," Kurt said, "Can't risk anyone overhearing us… Just let me fuck you, baby, you feel so good." Blaine shut his eyes tight, opened them, and saw someone standing in the open stall doorway.
Puck was staring at them, wide eyed.
Kurt's hips never stopped churning, his hand keeping the tiny whimpers and screams from his partner muffled. "I d-don't mean to be rude, but it wouldn't be good for me or Blaine to be caught in this – Oh, goodness! – position, so if you could shut the door…."
"I locked the bathroom door behind me," Puck said. His eyes were locked on the spot where Blaine's hole was stretched around Kurt. "I wanted to offer you m-my pool cleaning services in exchange for the ticke- holy crap you have a big dick."
Kurt had lifted Blaine up, exposing the red, veiny monster that was buried inside him. Kurt slammed the boy back down. "Yeah, I guess I do," Kurt said lazily.
"And he just takes it all? Up his ass?" Puck stammered, his hand inching into the waistband of his pants and grasping his hardening cock. "He likes it?"
"He loves it," Kurt said, "See for yourself."
He took his hand off of Blaine's mouth, and suddenly the bathroom was filled with, "Kurt, oh, Kurt, don't stop, don't stop…" Puck pulled his pants down, revealing a hard, rather large cock, slightly shorter and thicker than Kurt's. He didn't seem bothered that Kurt and Blaine were watching him jerk off to the sight of their fucking. Kurt and Blaine didn't seem bothered that he was watching them.
"H-how does he feel?" Puck asked. Kurt merely smiled and whispered something in Blaine's ear, "Come on, Kurt, I really want to kno – holy mother of hot!"
Because Blaine had leaned forward and wrapped those full lily petal lips around the head of Puck's penis. Puck's whole cock gave a rapid jerk as Blaine hollowed his cheeks and sucked. Puck's knees began trembling as tiny sparks shot down from his groin to fill his body with pleasure, all centered around the perfect, unbearably hot, tight suction that was Blaine's mouth.
"I imagine what you're feeling right now is a bit of the sensation you'd get from being inside Blaine…" Kurt murmured. "It's unbearably tight and hot in him, and there's plenty of movement and suction…" Kurt's eyes were glistening as he watched his boyfriend stuffed at both ends. He hadn't anticipated how hot this would be. "But Blaine's ass has certain… features of anatomy that his mouth doesn't. Features you'd have to be balls deep inside of him to appreciate. It feels like two tight rings massaging up and down your shaft and every time you hit the right spot…" Kurt thrust hard. Blaine shrieked. Puck cursed. "His whole body starts clenching and tightening around you. He can't help it; it just feels so good to him, you see."
"Does it feel good Blaine?" Puck asked. Blaine nodded, humming happily, "Oh, man! I bet it feels good. I bet you love being all stuffed with cock. I would fill you up so good, make you scream…"
"Oh, Puck!" But it wasn't Blaine that was moaning his name. Puck glanced up to see Kurt's eyes glazed with lust as the boy's hips pivoted rapidly in and out of Blaine. But then Blaine sucked, long and hard, on Puck's prick and Kurt whispered, "Go ahead, Puckerman. Come all over his pretty face…"
And Puck was gone, pulling his penis out of Blaine's mouth and pointing it right at those swollen lips. Blaine grinned at first, until Kurt slammed against his prostate, and his mouth became a perfect 'o'. Kurt's pale hand caressed Blaine's hips, his eyes locked on the boys, the image of Puck's eyes, blazing with lust as he painted Blaine's face with his come. Kurt could picture Blaine's face at the moment; eyes squeezed closed, mouth lax, panting with pleasure as his pretty cock left streaks of semen on the floor. The image drove Kurt over the edge.
"Good boy. Good boy," Kurt panted as he came.
The boys basked in the afterglow for a few long moments. Then Kurt and Puck got up and helped Blaine clean himself and the floor. It was a lazy job; all three boys were exhausted, Blaine more than anyone. Kurt had to splash a little cold water on his face to get him moving again.
"You can go, Puck," Kurt said, as he drove a warm, wet paper towel over the come on Blaine's face. Blaine beamed, enjoying the attention. Puck did not seem quite so happy; watching the evidence of his orgasm wiped right off Blaine's pretty cheeks. Kurt had to agree, to a point – Blaine was beautiful that way. But Blaine made it up to them in spectacular fashion when Kurt accidentally smeared a little on his hand, taking the finger into his mouth and sucking the come off of it. Both Kurt and Puck moaned. "Just ignore him, Puck. He wants to be fucked again." Kurt smiled fondly, "My greedy little boy."
Blaine grinned and leaned forward to kiss Kurt, the boy's tongues began to mingle. The sound of Puck leaving barely registered in Kurt's mind as he sucked on Blaine's tongue. "I think Puck would fuck you in a heartbeat. Would you like that?" Kurt said, "It's okay to say yes."
Blaine blushed, "Yeah."
"Mmmmm that would be so hot, to see you get fucked by other boys, all helpless, being forced to come over and over again… I should try that some time, leave you tied up and helpless in the choir room. I'd tie your hands behind your back, put that cock ring on, you remember the one? Then I'd lube you up and spread your sweet little legs so everyone can see your little pink hole, all abused and waiting to be filled. I might even write a little note above it – 'please fuck me'. I wonder who would take advantage of you. Sam, do you think? Puck, for sure. I bet Finn would be all bashful at first, but then he'd spread you wide and shove himself right inside - "
"Uh, yes!" Blaine said, "Yes, please, Kurt!"
"Of course, I'd be there to protect you," Kurt murmured, "I know it's hard to go from submitting to everyone to having a boyfriend… I'm sure you must be a little bored…"
"Not at all. No one's ever taken care of me like you do, I want to be with you forever… But it would be nice to have a proper orgy again…"
"Again?" Kurt wasn't upset, just curious.
"I was in the Warblers for over a year," Blaine said absently, then, "I suppose if you were there, and you were okay with it, I would love to be forced to take a bunch of boys…" Blaine bit his lip at the thought; hips squirming right over Kurt's softened cock. Kurt grabbed him around the waist, nuzzling his neck and thinking…
"I believe I have an idea."