Okay...haven't written anything in quite a while. But here is a second chapter for this story. I'm slowly but surely working on other stories of pure smut between these two boys. I hope you're still enjoying them!
"Please, Master! Please don't stop…I need your cock, I'm such a good little slut for you…" Kurt whined desperately. Mr. Puckerman was pounding his hard cock relentlessly in and out of Kurt's tight, desperate little ass, and still he wanted more.
Kurt was standing on all fours on his bed, being taken roughly from behind and loving every second of it.
"You're such a desperate slut, I've never seen someone ache so much for a hard cock in their ass, aren't you lucky to have such a giving Master?" Puck asked Kurt.
"Yes Master, I'm so blessed to have you…please don't stop, lock me up for later use, share me with your friends, anything…please don't stop!" he cried out in need.
"Touch yourself, filthy cockwhore. Come for me."
"Yes Master!" Kurt nearly sobbed as he finally touched his cock, trying to balance as he was slammed into from behind. It took no time at all before he was coming all over his clean sheets, screaming "Thank you Master!" as Puck continued to thrust mercilessly in and out, still not done with him even as Kurt half collapsed below him.
And suddenly Kurt woke up with a gasp.
It was all a dream, a vivid, hot dream that left him with sticky sheets, but no Mr. Puckerman there to explain them. Kurt let out a disappointed groan.
It has been weeks since Mr. Puckerman had fucked him into his own desk, made him ride him, claimed him as his dirty cockwhore. Kurt was promised more appointments so that he could learn his lesson, but he had heard nothing from the other man. Was he not serious? Was he trying to torture Kurt with the wait time?
He couldn't handle any more dreams; he needed the real thing immediately.
Kurt started to make a plan, if he could convince Mr. Puckerman to fuck him once, he could easily do it again.
That week Kurt focused on doing slightly sexual things during Mr. Puckerman's class. He sensually sucked on a ridiculous amount of pens. He dropped things and bent over in plain view of his teacher. Whenever he had to hand something in, he made sure there was skin-on-skin contact, usually partnered with an aching look at his teacher.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed that his acts didn't seem to have much of an effect on his teacher.
If Kurt had to take more drastic measures as he did the first time he was fucked, he would take them.
One agonizingly long week later, there was a day off for students and an in service day for teachers. This in service day was for the teachers to finalize grading and prepare report cards for the end of the semester.
Kurt knew that it might be a little mean of him to interrupt this day, but at this point he really couldn't care. After all, it was really Mr. Puckerman's fault for not taking advantage of him far more often than never.
Kurt slipped into the school early in the morning, hoping to beat Mr. Puckerman to his room. He was very lucky to find his classroom door unlocked, and he entered without turning the lights on. He worked quickly to remove his clothes, leaving only the dildo that was already stuffed in his ass, hoping that Mr. Puckerman would simply walk in, pull out the dildo, and fuck him into oblivion.
He did realize that they were at pretty high risk of being caught here, but that only seemed to turn him on more. Of course he didn't want Mr. Puckerman to lose his job, but he figured that the other teachers would be pretty busy today, and the door could obviously be locked.
Kurt pushed some things out of the way and draped his front across Mr. Puckerman's desk, bent over with his ass showing to be taken. He stayed in that position, squirming slightly from time to time for a half hour before the doorknob finally turned.
Noah Puckerman entered the classroom with a cup of coffee, still quite sleepy. He flipped the light switch on, taking another sip from his coffee, when he turned towards his desk and almost dropped everything on the floor.
"Kurt! What the hell!" he said angrily in a hushed whisper as he quickly moved to close and lock his door.
Kurt whimpered desperately from his spot on the desk, wiggling his tight ass.
"I needed you, Master.." he said desperately, pulling out the "Master" word with hopes of extra bonus points. "You haven't used me in so long, I can't take it anymore, I need you to fill me up, use me as your dirty cockwhore again, please…" he let out a needy moan.
Puck put his things down on the counter by the door, biting his lip as he took in the view waiting for him on his desk. That boy certainly was a beauty, and his ass was so tight and perfect.
Noah had been intentionally avoiding Kurt. Of course part of him got hard at the slightest thought of their day together, it was amazing and Puck wouldn't mind having a dirty slut willing to be used whenever he was called. But Puck also had to think about the fact that he was a teacher, and this was wrong, and he would be fired if he were caught. It was a constant struggle every time he saw the boy, which is why he never contacted him again.
He should have known that the desperate boy would come to him if he had ignored him. He didn't think he would be this intense about it, but who knows why based on the first time they were together.
He heard the boy let out another aching whimper, wiggling that tight little ass for him once more.
Puck started to walk slowly closer, biting back a moan as he saw that Kurt has a dildo stuffed in his ass again. This boy was so needy and kinky.
"Slut." Puck growled, his voice coming out much huskier than he had anticipated.
"Did I give you permission to come to me to be fucked? I did not request your presence." he said.
"I know, Master…" Kurt started in a whimper, "But I couldn't help myself, I'm such a naughty boy since no one ever finished punishing me…" he said, glancing over at Puck innocently.
Puck took in a deep breath, trying to stop himself from jumping the boy. As much as he wanted to, if Kurt was going to talk about being punished, Puck couldn't automatically give him a reward of being filled with the cock he ached for.
Puck spotted the ruler he had in a cup on his desk. He took a few long strides over to it, lifting it out of the cup, running his hands along it for Kurt to see.
"You have been very, very naughty. And you are interrupting a very important workday. I think you are going to need to be punished today."
Kurt whimpered, nodding his head frantically. "Yes, Master. Whatever you think is best. I know I've been a very bad boy."
"Count them." Puck smacked the ruler against Kurt's left ass cheek, starting out gently.
Kurt let out a desperate whimper, already forgetting to count.
Puck tsked, "Already disobeying me?" he asked, "That's going to earn you extra punishment. I said count!" Noah repeated. He smacked the ruler again, this time against the right ass cheek.
This time Kurt whimpered "One!" as he didn't have enough time to apologize to his Master.
Puck continued to bring the ruler down, switching cheeks, sometimes bringing it across both. He varied how hard or soft he spanked the boy, quickly seeing red marks form on his milky skin. Kurt was a good boy and continued to count for him, whimpering the entire time.
Puck finally put the ruler down, gently running his hand along Kurt's burning ass, listening as the boy below let out a moan. Puck moved his fingers to the dildo in Kurt's ass, pulling it out agonizingly slow before slamming it back in.
Kurt let out a desperate moan, "Yes! Please! Fuck me, I need it so bad…" he begged.
Puck tsked once more. "I don't think so, you filthy cockwhore. Your ass doesn't deserve me yet." he said. He moved to sit in his desk chair, unzipping his pants and pulling out his half-hard cock, giving it a few pumps.
"Get on your knees, desperate come slut." Puck ordered.
"Yes Master!" Kurt scrambled quickly to the ground, standing on his knees on the hard ground.
"I shouldn't give you such a pleasure, you don't deserve it. But if you sit back and place with yourself, give your Master a show, let me see how much you're aching to be filled with my cock, maybe I will give you a taste." Puck said.
Kurt whimpered, "Yes Master, please. I know I've been bad, but let me pleasure you." He begged.
Kurt sat back, spreading his legs as wide as he could manage. He started to rub his aching hard cock, precome already leaking from the tip.
"One more thing, slut." Puck added, "You better not come without my permission. If you have a cock ring I give you permission to use it. If you come without my permission you will get nothing." He warned.
Kurt gasped, quickly moving to grab for his pants, pulling a cock ring out of his pocket and slipping it onto himself, knowing that he could never last without it.
He moved back into position, legs spread wide. He chose to remove the dildo completely in favor of using his fingers. He started immediately with two, sliding them in and out and scissoring them with a moan.
"I appreciate the show, but I'm not hearing how desperate you are for my cock. You look fine with just those fingers." Puck said.
Kurt gasped, going wide-eyed. "No, Master! My fingers are never enough!" he insisted. "I have been aching for your cock since the very second you removed it from my tight hole. I try to fuck myself with toys, but it's no where near the same." Kurt whimpers as he continues to play with himself. He tugs at his aching cock and pushes another finger into his tight hole.
"Master, I've been praying for you to contact me for my punishment. I'm sorry I had to be so bad, but I can't survive without your cock. I wish you could stuff it down my throat and up my ass at the same time, pound into me all day long from both ends. Fill me with your come, coat me in it. I would happily live off of nothing but your come if I could." Kurt whimpered, adding a fourth finger to his hole, which sucked it in without a problem.
"Please, let me suck your cock. Ram it down my throat, let me drink your come. I know I've been a bad boy, but I want to be good for you. Please use me as your worthless cockwhore again, please.." he begged, nearly in tears with need.
"Put the dildo back in your desperate ass." Puck ordered, Kurt obeying instantaneously.
"Kneel." Puck commanded once Kurt obeyed his first order. Kurt scrambled to kneel in front of his teacher.
Puck removed his hand from his own cock, "Go ahead." he said simply, no other instruction.
"Thank you, Master," Kurt whimpered, immediately bringing himself closer to Puck's cock.
He took the tip into his mouth, tasting a bit of pre-come, a taste he had missed. He suckled gently for a moment before moving to take more of the length into his mouth, gently bobbing his head with a moan as he took more and more of the thick cock into his needy mouth.
Puck sat back and watched, letting Kurt work on his own for a while.
Soon enough, as Puck was getting particularly hard in his slut's hot little mouth, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He gripped Kurt's hair, pulling him closer until his nose was pressed against him, his cock stuffed down his throat.
Kurt gagged slightly, but he adjusted right before Puck started to use his mouth as a fuck toy, thrusting down into his throat.
"Yeah, how do you like that? Filthy slut. Is that what you came here for on your day off? You wanted a thick cock jammed down your throat? A stomach full of come? You're so desperate, you were made to be a dirty cockwhore…" he groaned out as he slammed his cock down Kurt's throat.
Puck came with no warning, "You better swallow every last drop if you want this cock in your ass.." he told the boy.
Kurt whimpered, doing his best to swallow each gush of come into his mouth, not wanting to waste a drop. When he finished, he gently pulled off, looking up at Puck with his rough, swollen lips.
Puck wiped a little bit of come that has dribbled out of Kurt's mouth, holding out his thumb for the boy, "You didn't mean to waste this, did you?" he asked.
Kurt quickly leaned forward, sucking Puck's finger into his mouth with a moan, licking it clean.
"Good boy." Puck said, petting Kurt's head gently.
When Kurt let the finger go, he let out another faint whimper. "Please Master, I know I've been a naughty boy, but I've been trying my best to be good for you…will you please fuck me now? I feel so empty without you.." he begged.
Puck let out a sigh, "I suppose I could fill your greedy hole. I'll even be nice and let you pick the position because you have been working very hard today," he replied.
Kurt scrambled to his feet, moving to bend himself over the desk again, as he was when Mr. Puckerman entered the room. "Please take me over your desk, Master," he requested.
Puck stood from his desk chair, "Hold onto the sides of my desk and don't let go," he commanded.
Kurt moved his hands to grip the edges of the desk, spreading his legs a bit wider as Puck approached him.
Noah reached down to grab the dildo once more, thrusting it in and out a few times as he listened to Kurt moan. He finally removed it, but walked around to the front of Kurt.
"I need you to suck on this while I'm fucking that tight little ass. You've already been far too loud today; the other teachers are in the building. We don't need them hearing you scream my name, as much as I know you're dying to." Puck said.
Kurt frowned, whimpering slightly; he was a very vocal lover. But he obeyed, opening his mouth and letting Puck slide the dildo in to keep his mouth occupied.
Puck walked back around to where the tight ass was bend over waiting for him, legs spread, extra lube from the dildo dripping from the hole.
He lined up his cock, and gently started to push himself into the tight, wet heat, holding back a groan as he slowly slipped in. He had forgotten how amazingly tight this boy was, how he wished he never had to leave his tight heat. He rocked himself all the way into the boy, holding still as Kurt whimpered, wiggling, wanting him to move.
Puck bent his body over the younger man's, peppering kisses along his shoulder blades and back. "I can't believe you sucked me back into this, you little slut…" he murmured to Kurt.
"This is so wrong, but you're so fucking hot. I would love for you to be mine, for this desperate hole to belong to me, but we have to stop meeting like this…" he said.
Kurt whimpered through the dildo once more, muffled and desperate. He wiggled again, and Puck started to pull out at an agonizingly slow pace. As he was almost all the way out, he slid back in, knowing how much he was killing Kurt.
"Isn't this what you wanted, baby boy? You're filled with my cock, isn't that good enough?" he asked. Kurt moaned and whined, unable to voice any of his desires. He was being forced to hold onto the desk and take whatever Puck decided he was willing to give him.
He drew it out, teasing Kurt for as long as he could handle, before his own cock was aching too much to tease the boy any longer. After pulling out very slowly one last time, he tightened his grip on Kurt's hips and slammed home.
From there he started to pound mercilessly at Kurt's ass, listening to his muffled moans, squeals and whimpers.
Puck angled just right to find the boy's prostate, and slammed into it with each new thrust, watching the desperate boy below him fall to pieces.
"Is this what you wanted?" Puck huffed out from above him, continuing to fuck him at a brutal pace. "Rough, nasty, fucking?" he asked, slowing his pace simply to emphasis each word in his question before pounding roughly once more.
"You're such a fucking cockslut. I bet you would fuck anyone in class, wouldn't you? Anyone in the school? I know that you are the hungriest for my cock, but I bet if anyone wanted to bend them over, you'd ask how wide open you should spread for them and let them fill you up, empty their come into your desperate hole, and then pass you on to the next person who needs a place to warm their cock…" he said, watching Kurt get more desperate and hot at his words.
Puck thrusted hard a few final times before releasing himself deep into Kurt, filling his hole just as he wanted. He slid out, listening to Kurt whimper, knowing that he hadn't let him come yet. He slid the dildo out of Kurt's mouth and pushed it back into his hole to help keep the come in.
Puck grabbed a tissue to wipe off his cock, then zipped himself back into his pants, taking a seat in his desk chair.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel. But I have a lot of work to do today. Lots of grades to finalize, lots of report cards to write. I certainly hope you don't expect extra credit," he said.
Kurt whimpered, lifting himself up from the desk, his ass and mouth aching.
"Mr. Puckerman?" he asked weakly.
"Yes, Mr. Hummel?" he asked.
"Please don't forget me again, can we please continue?" he whimpered.
Puck beckoned him closer, and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Yes, or course we can," he said, "But I cannot have you constantly showing up naked at my desk. It is a lovely surprise, but it could really get us into a lot of trouble. You must wait and let me contact you," he insisted.
Kurt nodded weakly, stealing another kiss from the man.
He moved to pull his clothes back on, slipping his panties into his teacher's pocket with a wink.
"You'll hear from me soon, Mr. Hummel. Don't worry," Puck said.
Kurt smiled widely, winking as he sauntered out the door.
The end for that chapter. Maybe there will be more? What do you think? Do you have ideas for other stories? Leave me some reviews with your throughts and desires! Thanks for reading!