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Chapter 29

Ordinarily, Kurt was a very confident person. A little too confident at times perhaps. But underneath all that arrogance and bravado rested a wall of insecurity and uncertainty. A bright Saturday morning found him feeling distinctly awkward and uncomfortable as he sat between Sam and Blaine on the Dalton boy's bed with a dildo in his hand, fresh out of the packaging.

"Would you perhaps like to inform me as to why I am holding such a toy?" Kurt asked.

"It's all part of your sexual education," Blaine informed him. "If you agree, Sam and I decided that we might start with a lesson about blow-jobs. A dildo is closer to the real thing than a banana or a popsicle."

"And because mine is so well used we thought it best to get you a new one," Sam chipped in.

"That's thoughtful of you," Kurt replied placing the dildo onto the bedspread then wiping his fingers on his jeans. "But I'm not so sure I feel comfortable experimenting with a dildo."

"If you would like to practice on the real thing then that's acceptable," Blaine told him and Kurt shot him a glare before letting out a sigh.

"I'm going to be a virgin forever," Kurt pouted. "Other than kissing, all I've done is give Noah a hand-job and that was through his pants."

"Relax; you're not going to die a virgin ok," Blaine told him. "And like we've said before, these lessons are for your benefit and will only go as far as you want. For now, we could just talk about techniques for giving a blow-job if that's alright?"

"I guess so," Kurt answered as he cautiously reached his hand out to pick the dildo back up, trying to get used to the feel of it in his hands. "It smells weird," he stated.

"Sam is an expert at giving head," Blaine said proudly and Sam blushed a little as he mumbled a thank-you. "There isn't really a right or wrong way to do it. Do you have a weak or strong gag-reflex?" He asked.

"I'm not sure," Kurt replied. "Obviously I've never been in a position to perform oral sex and I've never deliberately tried to make myself vomit. Why, does it matter?"

"My gag-reflex is basically non-existent," Sam told him. "So I can take cock deep down my throat with no trouble. It makes it more enjoyable for me as well as for Blaine."

"So if my gag-reflex is too prominent I'll be terrible at giving head?" Kurt asked.

"Of course not," Blaine assured him. "You'll just have to compensate by using your hands to help and paying more attention to the head of the penis with your tongue. Oh and you should be careful not to scrape the penis with your teeth. And humming around the flesh always feels good and it'll improve your vocal chords, or at least that's what I read somewhere."

"Does, um, have you two… have you s-sucked Noah's cock?" Kurt questioned.

"Yes," Sam admitted and Kurt nodded quietly to himself having already expected the answer to be affirmative.

"How does he like it?" Kurt asked. "When he and I get to that stage I want it to be good for him. Is there anything he likes in particular?"

"Make eye-contact, he loves that," Sam advised.

"Pay attention to his balls," Blaine suggested. "And smear any pre-cum over your lips, that'll really turn him on."

"Will he expect me to swallow?" Kurt asked shyly.

"He won't expect you to do anything," Sam said. "He'll leave that decision with you."

"But just so you know, it turns him on more when you let him ejaculate over your face," Blaine informed him. "Don't worry," he said when he noticed Kurt's panicked look. "Semen is good for the skin."

"Ok, ok, I can do this," Kurt commented as he inspected the dildo in his hands before hovering it near his lips. He stared down at it, trying to force himself to open his mouth and accept the toy past his lips. "Although a little support may be necessary," he said.

"Get your dildo out, angel," Blaine instructed and Sam obeyed, pulling his own toy out of his bottom drawer. "Watch Sam," Blaine said to Kurt resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "He'll show you how it's done and you just copy what you see."

"I can do that," Kurt said determinedly.

As soon as Blaine gave the nod, Sam parted his large mouth and flicked his tongue over the circular tip of the fake cock. Sitting beside him, Kurt copied the movement, closing his eyes at the first lick.

"That wasn't so bad," Kurt commented letting out a breath before watching as Sam stretched his lips around the dildo.

Kurt mimicked the action, finding it weird to have a sex toy in his mouth with two friends sat beside him. He copied Sam's movements as best as he could and soon found out that he had very little gag-reflex. He couldn't take the dildo as far down his throat as Sam could, but he still managed to swallow most of it.

"So, how do you feel about blow-jobs now?" Blaine asked once the two had finished.

"Better," Kurt answered. "But I'm still not sure how good I'll be with a real cock."

"We're here if you want to practice," Blaine reminded him.

"Thank you but I don't think I'm quite ready for that," Kurt said setting the dildo down again. "I'm not sure how I feel about receiving a blow-job either. I mean… does Noah like to give head?"

"He's up for just about anything," Sam smiled. "I love sucking cock, but getting sucked-off feels great as well. You don't have to be nervous about it."

"I just… being intimate with people," Kurt said. "It puts a person in a position of the utmost vulnerability. Since I'm somewhat of a diva, being vulnerable is not something I'm entirely comfortable with. Even when I touched Noah through his pants that one time I couldn't bring myself to let him touch me back. At the moment, I'm more comfortable with the idea of giving as opposed to receiving."

"Kurt, can I ask you a personal question," Blaine asked looking a little tentative.

"From the look on your face I can tell I'm not going to like this," Kurt commented. "But very well, ask away."

"Are you… um…" Blaine faltered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and looking most un-dapper. "Are things… not that it matters or anything… we're your friends so you needn't be embarrassed… but um… are you um… how's Hummel Junior?"

"Hummel Junior?" Kurt repeated and Blaine nodded down at the space between Kurt's legs. "My penis is fine," he said feeling his cheeks burn up.

"So you're not… small?" Blaine queried.

"I am perfectly well endowed thank you very much," Kurt responded.

"Ok, sorry, I just thought I'd ask in case size was the reason for your insecurity," Blaine replied. "Let's move on shall we? How do you feel about hand-jobs?"

"Other than kissing I suppose that's what I'm most comfortable with right now," Kurt answered still glaring at Blaine a little for suggesting that he might be small in the dick department. "I know I didn't give Noah a proper one, but through clothing still counts right? And touching someone else that way isn't really much different from… touching myself."

"Cool, so no need to go over hand-jobs then," Sam said. "Unless you want to that is."

"No, I don't think hand-job tutelage will be necessary," Kurt responded. "For now I'd like to focus on blow-jobs as the main obstacle. If I can be comfortable giving and receiving oral sex then I'll be a step closer to full-on physical intimacy."

"We're here to help, Kurt. Whatever you need," Blaine reminded him rubbing his back lightly. "We can even cover kissing techniques if you'd like."

"Why?" Kurt asked. "Did Noah say something? Am I a bad kisser?"

"Of course not," Sam answered. "From the way Puck goes on about you, you're the best kisser he's ever known."

"Really?" Kurt questioned not looking entirely convinced.

"Really," Sam confirmed bumping his shoulder lightly.

"Could I… if it isn't too much of a bother… could I kiss one of you?" Kurt asked. "Just once. Originally, I didn't want to share kisses because lip-to-lip contact just seemed too… emotionally intimate but I really need to know honestly if I'm a good kisser. And if I'm bad, please be man enough to tell me so that I might improve."

"Face me," Blaine said and Kurt turned to the shorter teen.

Reaching his hand out, Blaine placed his hand on the side of Kurt's neck then leaned in to press against his lips. Closing his eyes, Kurt imagined he was kissing Puck and moved his palm to Blaine's cheek, parting his lips so their tongues could greet one another.

"So… how bad was I?" Kurt asked once they'd pulled apart, his eyes still closed unable to look at the other two.

"Kurt, that was really good," Blaine told him. "More than good. For someone so innocent you sure know how to use your tongue."

Slowly, Kurt opened his eyes and could tell that Blaine was being sincere. He smiled at the confidence boost before turning to Sam and apologising for kissing his boyfriend. The blonde just chuckled and shoved Kurt playfully, assuring him that it was all ok.

"I think I've had enough for today," Kurt said. "Perhaps we could meet after school on Monday?" He asked and the other two nodded in confirmation. "Splendid, I'll see you boys then," he told them moving off the bed and collecting his bag from where he'd left it by Sam's desk.

"Hey wait," Blaine called grabbing the abandoned dildo and holding it out to Kurt. "Take this, practice your blow-job techniques. You'll probably feel more at ease doing it alone in your room."

Without comment, Kurt took the toy and shoved it into his bag before giving them an awkward wave and leaving the room.

A little later on when he got home, he entered his house clutching his bag tight against his chest, feeling nervous about the dildo hiding inside of it. He intended to head straight to his room and secure the sex toy somewhere no-one else would look but his step-brothers voice called him into the living-room. Upon entering, Kurt found Finn sat on the sofa with his Xbox set up and playing some action game on the large television. On the couch with him with a control pad in his hand and currently beating Finn's digital character was Puck.

"I'm starving little bro," Finn said as he pressed buttons frantically. "You couldn't fix me and Puck something for lunch could ya?"

"Sure, I suppose I could do that," Kurt answered looking at Puck but the mohawked teen was fully focused on the game. "Just give me a minute," he said before heading to his bedroom.

Shutting the door behind him, he opened his bag and pulled the dildo out before wondering where he ought to hide it. Hearing a set of footsteps, he panicked a little and quickly shoved it under his bedcovers just as there was a knock on his unlocked door. He called for the person to come in and Puck stepped through.

"I just kicked Finn's ass," Puck smirked closing the door behind him and leaning against it with his hands in his pockets, the stance drawing Kurt's attention to his crotch. "So, how'd your lesson go?" He asked trying to sound casual.

"It went well," Kurt answered crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, what'd you learn?" Puck enquired.

"Can we not talk about this?" Kurt asked with a sigh. "Please Noah, I know this situation isn't ideal but there's no need for you to make things more difficult. I think it would be best if we both just pretend as though these lessons are not happening. I'll make you and Finn some lunch now."

He stepped forward but Puck made no attempt to move away from the door.

"Seriously Noah, just get out of the way," Kurt told him. "I'm not in the mood to deal with childish behaviour or to fall into a verbal argument."

"Can we make-out?" Puck asked hopefully and Kurt found himself unable to fight off a grin.

"After lunch maybe," Kurt answered. "Now move."

Puck moved away from the bedroom door then followed Kurt back to the living-room. He watched Kurt head to the kitchen, paying special interest to the countertenor's ass, before starting up a new game with Finn.

After the three sat together and ate the late lunch Kurt had prepared, Kurt joined them in a few computer games. Around three in the afternoon, Finn ditched to go and meet Rachel, leaving Kurt and Puck alone in an empty house.

"Another game?" Kurt offered.

"Nah," Puck replied. "I'd rather go to your room and make-out."

"Just to make-out?" Kurt asked. "No pushing for anything more?"

"I promise," Puck answered.

"Ok," Kurt agreed standing up and leading the way to his bedroom.

Shutting the door behind Puck, Kurt made sure to lock it before shoving the Jewish teen up against the wood.

"Eager?" Puck smirked.

"Shut up," Kurt replied before forcing their mouths together and letting out a groan as their lips touched. "I've been desperate to kiss you all day," Kurt admitted.

"Be my boyfriend again and we can kiss whenever we want," Puck pointed out making sure to keep his hands safely resting on Kurt's back and not reaching down to grope his ass.

"Soon," Kurt told him. "When I feel I'm educated enough we can be together properly. Until then… a little make-out session here and there won't hurt."

Their lips met again and when Kurt managed to pull a series of moans from Puck's mouth, he felt even more confident in his kissing abilities. Without realising it, Kurt discovered that he'd dragged Puck away from the bedroom door and over to his bed. Or maybe Puck had pushed him to the bed. Either way, the two teens soon flopped down onto the mattress, resting on their sides as they kissed.

"Mmm, what is that?" Puck asked between kisses.

"What's what?" Kurt replied distractedly.

Puck pulled away for a few moments before reaching under the bedcovers and extracting the dildo, much to Kurt's embarrassment.

"Oh Gaga," Kurt exclaimed turning a fetching shade of pink as he took the toy from Puck's fingers and shoved it into his top drawer. "Blaine and Sam gave it to me. It isn't… I don't… it's just… they said I should use it so I could practice giving head ok. That's what they were teaching me about this morning, blow-jobs."

"Babe, relax," Puck told him pulling Kurt's hands away from his face. "It's cool. You don't have to be embarrassed alright, not in front of me. Besides, I've got plenty of toys of my own," he added and Kurt blushed harder upon hearing that piece of information.

"Could you excuse me for a moment?" Kurt asked before slipping off the bed and heading to his bedroom door to unlock it.

"Kurt, I mean it; you don't have to be embarrassed," Puck said.

"Well I am," Kurt replied. "So just allow me a few moments of privacy so I can despair about my current mortification."

He headed away, presumably to the bathroom and Puck sank back on the pillows. Staring up at the ceiling, he waited for Kurt to return, thinking over what he ought to say when he came back. At first, he considered making up a joke so they could laugh about the situation, but he doubted Kurt was prepared to laugh it off just yet.

After five minutes of waiting, Puck rolled off the bed and left the bedroom in search of the other boy. He pushed down on the handle of the bathroom door and found that it was locked. He rapped on the wood with his knuckles then called out Kurt's name.

"If you don't let me in I'm gonna break the door down," Puck threatened.

He heard a huff of annoyance sound from inside before Kurt pulled the door open and glared at him before brushing past, heading downstairs rather than back to his bedroom. Puck followed and joined Kurt on the couch.

"Wanna make-out some more?" Puck asked.

"Not right now," Kurt answered. "Movie?"

"Sure," Puck nodded and Kurt got up to select a film before popping it in to the DVD player.

To begin with, the two teens were sat on opposite sides of the sofa, but barely ten minutes in to the film Kurt had scooted over and snuggled into Puck's side.

The movie ended just as Carole returned home, greeting the two boys with a warm smile. The woman instantly made her way upstairs for a shower after checking neither teenager needed to use the toilet.

"I need to get ready," Kurt said checking the time. "I have a sleepover planned with 'Cedes and Tina."

"Right, I guess I'll get going then," Puck replied and the two stood up and walked to the door. "I'll see you at school," Puck said lamely before taking Kurt's hand, squeezing it lightly then bringing it to his lips and dropping a kiss to the back. "There, I totally did the romance thing," Puck grinned before heading away.

Shutting the door, Kurt looked down at his hand where Puck had kissed him. He smiled widely before hurrying upstairs to his bedroom. He locked the door, turned some music on loud and shimmied out of his jeans. Falling back onto his bed, he wrapped one hand around himself and lightly pumped up and down. Just a little kiss on the hand from Puck had made Kurt impossibly hard and a quick masturbation session was absolutely necessary.

As he worked one hand up and down himself, he reached into his top drawer and pulled out the dildo. He brought the toy to his lips and imagined he was sucking his boyfriend-but-not-boyfriend-because-it's-currently-complicated off. Reaching climax didn't take long, and he was soon panting and basking in the afterglow of his activities.

Hiding the dildo away, he got up and started getting ready to head over to Mercedes' house to spend a night with her and Tina.

To Be Continued

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