Oh, snap! A little Blam was requested by an anonymous reviewer, so I hope I make all your wet dreams come true! I was asked when I would be ending submissions so, as long as you guys keep sending them in, I'll keep writing it. Still taking requests for the kink!chapter. So far I've got a body hair kink and a tease kink, but I can handle so much more! Anywho, sorry to anyone who's used to having both boys have unusually large manhood, I took notice that their dicks were getting bigger with every chapter so, Sam has a small one, sorry! Reviews are love!


Sam winces in pain as his best friend enters him, Blaine's large cock stretching the pale boy's tight hole in every imaginable direction. The blond presses his head against the workout bench, hands clenching hard onto the weighted bar in front of him, the sound of metal clanging together ringing in his ears. How had he gotten himself into such a predicament? Maybe it was all the teasing that landed him here, he should've been a better friend to the raven haired boy now standing behind him.


Sam Evans and Blaine Anderson are best friends and everyone knows it. Even after Blaine admitted his feelings for the blond boy, their dynamic refused to change, still as strong and enjoyable as ever, at least, for Sam. Every day, the boy's relationship became a little more strained for Blaine, noticing a sudden string of awkward situations with his friend. What he didn't know was that Sam was orchestrating these events of his own accord, a game to be played with his Warbler buddy. Sam decided the day Blaine made the confession about his feelings that he wanted to have a little bit of fun. It started innocently enough. The blond would invite Blaine over to play video games and 'accidently' just be getting out of the shower, answering the door in just a towel. Then, things became a little racier. Sam invited Blaine to shop for underwear for his night job as a strip, which ended in Blaine's uncomfortable hardness and a sizable bulge under khaki fabric. Now, Sam invited Blaine to the locker room after hours, to help with a little problem. Blaine enters the room as quietly as possible, dressed only in sweatpants and a white tank top, his usual workout clothes. He was under the impression that Sam needed his help to exercise, which was what they did most of the time in the locker room, but he enters to find Sam nearly naked in a speedo with a bottle of sunless tanner. The blond smiles widely as his friend enters the room, moving to hug him even though the raven haired boy wears a rather confused face.

"Sam, what's going on here?"

"Well, they told me at work that I might look a little more appealing with a tan and I knew I could count on you to get the places I can't." Sam waves the bottle of sunless tanner in front of Blaine's surprised face, a sly smile crossing his lip to see that his joke was hitting poor Blaine full tilt.

"Sam, you know I don't approve of your job…" Blaine begins to turn his head to avoid staring at his friend even more; having already taken note of the boys six pack abs and the bulge springing forward against the thin lycra like material of the speedo. Sam grabs him by the wrist and sits him on the wooden bench across from the lockers, sitting with him to stare right into his eyes.

"Listen Blaine, I know you don't like what I do but I need your help, and we're bros so I know you'll help me out, right?" Sam's words are smooth as silk and slide into Blaine's conscious like butter. Sam need only speak to get the Warbler to do whatever he wanted; it was a gift for Sam and a curse for Blaine, losing any type of logic in the boy's words. Blaine simply nodded to answer his friend, grabbing the bottle from the blonde's hand and motioning for them to stand. The perfection of the situation made Sam tingle with glee. How frustrated must Blaine be in the absolute impossibleness of the entire scenario? Sam stands with his friend and turns his back on him, allowing Blaine access to only the faintest part of him. The Warbler sighs heavily before squeezing the contents of the bottle into his hand, a thick lotion pouring into his hand. He dabs it against his friend's pale skin, an obvious dark orange sinking into the white canvas before him. Blaine can't help but shiver as his hands glided over the object of his affection, feeling every muscle shift underneath his fingertips. The Warbler quietly thanks whatever god that listens that Sam wasn't facing him, as his manhood begins to grow and the outline appear against his sweatpants. The blond smiles to himself, not only enjoying the tension radiating off his friend but also the free massage, he would never admit it but Blaine's hands felt more than a little nice against his skin. Blaine pays special attention to the boy's strong arms, allowing his fingers to linger over the large muscles and soft skin, painting it a less than enjoyable orange.

Blaine moves down toward the taller boy's feet, coating his hairless legs in a layer of sunless tanner, massaging the lotion in thoroughly. For a second, Sam begins doubting his plan as Blaine begins to travel further up to his butt, always getting just close enough to move the speedo just a few centimeters out of the way. The blond feels a familiar stirring in his stomach, breathing harder than before as the back of his covering gets just a little tighter, his bulge growing enough to reveal a small patch of blond pubes. Sam had just trimmed down there, and was more than happy about it, even though he didn't quite understand why his body was reacting to his friend's touch in such a way. With all the courage he has, Blaine stands, takes another deep breath, and begins massaging the top of his best friend's muscular bubble but, moving the speedo down just enough to get a view of the blonde's crack. Sam begins breathing a little harder, almost regretting allowing the Warbler get so close to his private area but, at the same time, he finds it rather exciting. Sam's heart pulses a little harder, the blood coursing through his veins lighting up his skin, a bright red flush moving over his entire body, to which Blaine takes notice, moving more slowly to give his friend the full treatment his hands have to offer. The black haired boy feels another wave of courage sweep over him and, without thinking, he turns Sam around to ensure that they face each other. Both Sam and Blaine look down and drop their jaws in surprise, Sam from the sheer shock that he'd pushed his friend to such an extent and Blaine from the simple fact that he was able to give his friend an erection.

Both boys' bulges strain against the thin material that encloses him, seemingly reaching out for each other as they point straight forward. The raven haired boy simply moves on with his task, coating every inch of Sam in the sunless tanner, giving the boy a soft orange glow. Blaine pays special attention to Sam's stomach and chest, making sure to give both nipples and every protruding abdominal a thick coating and a quick flick with his fingers. After getting almost every inch of his friend, the Warbler moves finally to the area he thought he'd never see with his own eyes. Sam, now fully hard, watches as Blaine gets on his knees to begin slathering the lotion on the front of the blonde's thighs and just under his crotch. Although the speedo did little to hide Sam's manhood, it kept just enough of a mystery to drive Blaine to a state of near frenzy, finally throwing caution to the wind and reaching up to pull the material down. Sam grabs both the boy's wrists mid-flight, making Blaine jump at the contact. The Warbler looks up at his friend, another sly smile playing at his lips. If Sam was going to tease his friend, he would go all in. "Stand up." He says, smoothly, another dose of Evans charm to persuade Blaine, who stands at the command, only trying to please his friend. Sam takes Blaine's hand and holds it to his crotch, allowing the smaller boy to feel the sheer size and shape of his still growing member. "Is this what you want?" Sam whispers, his face now close enough for Blaine to feel his friend's hot breath against his lips.

Blaine can only nod in response, his brain unable to form any type of coherent thought or even put words into a sentence. All Blaine can tell is that Sam, the object of his desire, is standing right in front of him with a hard cock and that his hand was more than close enough to squeeze through the thin material. "Show me how bad you want it." Another command Blaine is compelled to obey, feeling a soft tug at his sweatpants waistband by the taller boy. Blaine knows his friend is talking about his own hardening member, the outline more obvious now and a small wet spot growing at the tip. The Warbler responds by dropping his sweatpants around his ankles, exposing his smaller than normal, pink briefs. Sam reaches out to cup the bulge in his hand, rubbing it gently to coax it to full hardness. Blaine whimpers at the contact, almost blowing his load right then and there. "You're not showing me anything." Sam whispers, growing more and more sadistic by the second. Blaine exhales deeply as he slips his briefs off as well, his right hand never once leaving Sam's package. Like magic, Blaine's nine inch cock springs forward, much to Sam's surprise. It hadn't looked near as long or as thick from the outside and the blond began feeling a little estranged about his own only six inch dick. Sam is brought back to reality by the sound of Blaine's breath picking up, realizing that he'd taken hold of the poor boy's dick and now the Warbler was thrusting away, the contact only enough to keep him hard. Sam quickly pulls his hand away, denying his friend anymore please.

"Be a good boy, Blaine." Sam fingers the hem of Blaine's shirt, pulling it over the well-defined muscles of the Warbler's abs and chest and over his overly-gelled head. Blaine's eyes remain glued shut, unable to handle any other kind of stimulation. Sam quickly pushes his friend back onto the bench so that he sits in front of him. "Jack off." The blond commands, allowing Blaine's hand to remain in contact with his hardened manhood; Blaine complies and begins pumping his large cock with his left hand, moaning and rolling his head at the stimulation. "Now stop." Sam giggles to himself a little when Blaine does just that, holding onto the head and not moving. "Do you want to… Lick me?" The taller boy pulls the question from seemingly nowhere, but Blaine refuses to overthink it. He nods once more and feels Sam's hand on the back of his head, leading him to the abs he'd lusted after so many times before. The blond laughs a little when he feels his friends tongue begin gliding over his skin. It didn't taste very well, as Blaine assumed it wouldn't, but he could swear he tasted the remainder of lotion still left on his skin. The Warbler uses the opportunity to the fullest, licking and tasting every part of Sam he can get his tongue on. More than once, he feels Sam's hard cock touch his chin and aches for it in his mouth, but refuses to break Sam's trust, only doing what the taller boy commanded. "Do you like my ass?" Sam turns around, bending over slightly to expose more of his crack. The blond takes Blaine's now empty hand and places it on his ass cheek, allowing the raven haired boy to give it a hard smack but only once, Sam had something much more devious in mind. "Eat my ass." The request resonates in the air for a moment, and Sam begins to wonder if this would be what broke Blaine's iron will but, after only a second longer, he feels Blaine pull down the thin speedo and spread his ass open, exposing his hole to the cool air. Blaine's tongue is wet and warm and makes Sam feel like dirty, his six inches now flopping in the open with nothing to hold it in place anymore. Sam inhales sharply when Blaine's tongue darts expertly into his tight entrance, wetting it and stretching it as far as it will go with only the Warbler's mouthly appendage to open it. Sam wouldn't admit it, but the sensation of something entering him made the experience much more enjoyable, the joke having gone much further than he expected originally. Blaine begins to masturbate absentmindedly once more, using the precum flowing from his cock to lube his cock. Sam continues to moan, even going so far as to drop his speedo completely and stepping out of it to spread his legs wider. Before he can object, however, Blaine stops to stand and push his friend forward onto a nearby weight lifting bench. Sam tries to turn to see what Blaine had planned, but stops himself when he feels Blaine's thick cockhead at his entrance. "You wanna fuck me?" Sam asks, now totally content with relinquishing control to the more experienced boy. Slowly, Blaine enters his friend, causing Sam to wince in pain as his best friend stretches the pale boy's tight hole in every imaginable direction. The blond presses his head against the workout bench, hands clenching hard onto the weighted bar in front of him, the sound of metal clanging together ringing in his ears. How had he gotten himself into such a predicament? Maybe it was all the teasing that landed him here, he should've been a better friend to the raven haired boy now standing behind him.

Slowly, Blaine begins to work up a rhythm, even getting Sam to moan in time with his thrusts. When the Warbler finally realizes that he might have a little more say over the situation, he stops moving, eliciting a whimper from his bottom. Blaine removes his hands from Sam's hips and places them on his head, a smile to match his friend's now crossing his lips. "Fuck yourself." The command is forceful and harsh and it drives Sam wild. Without thinking, he begins pushing back, moving his hips and making his bubble butt jiggle and jump as he fucks himself on Blaine's monster cock. "Yeah… Just like that…" Blaine says between gasps and hard breaths. Sam had skills, probably from all the dancing, but he could work his hips in ways no other guy the Warbler had been with could. The stimulation soon overwhelms Blaine, as he pulls out and holds his thick cock between Sam's legs. "You're making me cum!" Blaine cries out, as shot after shot erupts from his dick and coats the blonde's balls and part of his stomach. The raven haired boy stands for a second to catch his breath before turning to gather his clothes and walk out.

"Wait, where are you going?!" Sam cries out, his own cock still hard and under stimulated.

"You're not the only one who can play games." Blaine winks before turning to exit, leaving Sam in the most undesired position even he could imagine. From the side of his vision, the blond notices Blaine's hot pink undies, smiling in happiness. Sam stands, gliding over the floor to grab them before sitting back on the bench. The pale boy holds them to his nose to get every bit of Blaine's scent, the sweaty, cum filled mixture entering his nose and guiding his hand back to his manhood. It doesn't take long, after a pounding like the one Blaine had given him, Sam only needed a few good thrusts into his hand before erupting all over his own stomach. The blond takes a bit of their mixture and tastes it, eye closing in happiness at the taste of Blaine and his own seed mixing.

"Yeah, totally worth it."