Chapter 9: Imagining Kurt

The day passed with Kurt trying to forget about Karofsky and Azimio, while Sam couldn't help worrying about Kurt.

Around the time Kurt was walking into Glee practice with his friends, Sam was making his way home.

Sam let himself in the door of his house, and went up to his room. He dropped his bag onto his bed and shucked off his shoes as he yanked his shirt off his chiseled body. Sam picked up his bag and took out his homework, sitting at his desk to start it.

He turned his music on to help him concentrate. But after a half hour, Sam gave up, frustrated. His mind kept wandering to the slim boy that was being bullied. Sam couldn't push him out of his head, thinking about the boys' face and body.

Sam thought of the boys' high, angular cheekbones, and his lips.

'Totally kissable.' Sam thought, a smile crossing his face. 'And that hair...thick chestnut brown. I could just bury my hand in there, gripping it as his lips submitted to mine.'

Sam looked down to see his dick starting to harden again.

'God, he turns me on. His face, and his body.' Sam thought back to lunch when he saw the boy in his outfit. 'The shirt didn't do his body justice. I could clearly see how slim he was, how long his torso was...I wonder what his bare skin is like? Creamy white, from what I saw from his arms and face.'

Sam ran his hand down and found himself fully hard. He unzipped his jeans and popped the button before standing up and letting his jeans fall down to his ankles, shoving them off. He walked to his bed and sat down, and began rummaging around in the drawer of his side table. He finaly produced a bottle of lubricant before pushing back onto his bed and leaning on his pillow.

Sam let his thought drift to the boy as he closed his eyes, letting his hand run over his chest and down his abs, before palming himself over his boxers. He groaned, slipping his boxers off, and shoving them to the floor.

He imagined pressing his lips to the boys', letting his tongue slip in to expore his mouth. He thought of kissing the boys' body, all the way down to his dick. Sam licking his lips as he imagined taking the boy in his mouth. He could only imagine what the boy tasted like.

He then thought to what it would be like to have his cock in the brunette's mouth.

'That warm, wet mouth, gliding along the length of my cock.' Sam thought, pouring the lube into his hand before bringing it to his throbbing cock. He imagined it was the boy's mouth on him, taking him deeper into his mouth.

'So deep it goes into his throat.' Sam groaned and tilted his head back onto his pillow, as he felt the burn of his orgasm approaching while he stroked his cock. What really sent Sam's orgasm to hit was when he thought of the boys' eyes.

Sam had caught sight of the other's eyes when he had lifted his glasses to look around.

'Mmmm, his eyes looking up at me while I fuck his pretty mouth." Sam thinking of the color he had seen in the boys' eyes. 'A Glasz color...not quite blue, green, or grey, but a mix of all three.'

As soon as Sam thought of those eyes looking up at him, looking deep into his eyes, Sam's orgasm struck. Stream after stream flowed out the head of his cock over his hand, and over his stomach and chest. Sam looked at the creamy substance covering him as his hand fell from his cock limply to the bed.

Sam laid there for a few minutes, letting his breath go back to normal before he got up and pulled his boxers back on before heading to the bathroom for a shower. He was glad he was the only one home, he'd have been so embarrassed if his parents or siblings had come in while he was jerking off.

Sam turned on the shower and stripped off his boxers before he stepped under the water.

'Holy shit.' Sam realized as he pressed his forehead to the tiles on the shower wall. "I just jerked off to a guy I've never even personally met, or know anything about. I mean, I don't even know if he's gay!'