Title: This Boy Is A Bottom (2/?)
Pairing: Puck/Every Guy in Glee I can think of… this chapter Puck/Artie
Rating: NC-17, for ALL OF THE ASS FUCKING
Notes: Obviously AU and written for Glee_Kink_Meme fill "Despite being known as a sex shark, in reality Puck is a hungry cockslut. So he finally indulges his desires and starts asking (nay begging) for every hot guy to fuck him, which include his fellows from Glee Club, the jocks, the nerds (the hot ones of course!) and even teachers to fuck him."
Also to add to the fun, leave in the comments the name of the person you want to fuck Puck next (Please not Artie or Finn since I want each chapter to be a different guy so have fun, I'll pick one soon)
Chapter 2: That Feels Wheel-y Good
It was a brand new day and the sun was high, the angels sang and Puck walked past a gaggle of guys and felt like he was gonna die. After a long night with Finn fucking his brains out and getting his ass shot full of cum, Puck felt revived and joyful all night but seeing a bunch of men who probably had massive pricks on his way to school that morning had set his libido on fire.
"Oh fuck I need a dick" Puck muttered as he walked into the halls of William McKinley and looking about there were so many options.
He could bug Finn again for a good pounding but the taller man wasn't there, clearly Puck'd ridden them man into a coma.
He'd ask Sam but that blonde buff bro hadn't gotten over Quinn yet and no way was Puck handling her sloppy seconds just yet, he wasn't that desperate.
He thought about going to Mike and trying to trick him into giving up the D but he knew Tina was around and he knew she'd happily tear his dick off.
He was about 3 seconds away from trading pot for Brett's stoner cock when he saw Artie wheeling past looking blue, and he knew he'd found the cock that his ass would need. He walked after the depressed looking disabled kid and grabbed the handlebars of his chair, taking over the pushing. Artie looked up with a curious look, "Puck… why exactly are you pushing me? I'm not about to end up in a dumpster am I?"
'I'm the only dumpster around here' Puck thought, but said nothing. Him saying nothing only worried Artie more.
"Oh god I'm going to end up on the M6 again aren't I?"
"Dude I'm not going to hurt you" Puck sighed "I just need to talk with you about something"
"Are we doing another busking thing because I'm not sure I was OK with it last time… I'm pretty sure half of that money was Brett trying to launder it"
Puck leaned over the chair "Dude just shut up" he wasn't going to have Artie spend the entire time guessing, it would end up turning him off and right now he had someone he knew couldn't run away. Finally he found an empty classroom and he pushed Artie into it, locking the door while the smaller man turned to look at him "OK now we're alone so you better tell me wha-"
"When was the last time you got to fuck someone?"
Artie raised an eyebrow "What you taking 'bout Puck? I had some last night!"
"Bullshit"
"Last Week"
"Come on"
"The 14th of last month?"
"And the real answer is?"
"Last year, you happy?"
Puck was thrilled, cos he knew nothing could make Artie let him ride him faster than blue balls. "Well what if I told you that I could get you laid right now, and make it the best fuck you've ever had?"
"I'd call you Jesus and start a religion based around you"
"Well start praying because I have the cure for what ails your schlong" Puck grinned and got on his knees in front of Artie and reached to undo his jeans, looking up to the surprised Artie.
"…is this a joke or..."
"No it's called a blowjob, followed by me riding you like your dick was a bicycle, you OK with this?"
Puck was prepared for the no; he was ready to be told to get the hell out and have to pay off Brett for the much needed dick.
"Just let me put on the brakes before you tug these bad boys off" Artie grinned and reached down to pull on the red tab, his chair wasn't moving anywhere anytime soon.
Puck grinned brightly and returned to those jeans, luckily they were loose enough that he could easily pull them off and he gasped as he saw Artie's inhumanly long cock just sticking out casually "Jesus Abrams, that prick is… are you sure that's not an arm?"
"What can I say… what I lack in walking ability I make up for in my pants… why the hell do ya think Britney was all over this" he motioned to his body casually, the never-ending flow of confidence coming off him in waves. Puck grinned devilishly as possible "And here I thought it was because she liked easy parking" And before Artie could laugh, Puck had leaned forward and taken over half of that thick into his mouth and both men let out a long deep moan of pleasure.
Puck's mouth slowly pulled up and down that hot thick rod, his length was incredible and the way it felt inside his mouth. He knew he didn't have much time but he just wanted to be able to memorise how it felt because he doubted that he was ever going to find a cock this big on someone who looked like Artie… who right now was moaning like he was getting his body sucked out through his cock.
"Oh god damn it dude that mouth it like some kind of magic BJ giving wizard shit… oh dayum bro SHOW me how dat mouth work" Artie was in full white-gangsta mode now and the tone turned Puck on something fierce.
Every second his lips moving on that cock burned Puck through to his core, it felt good to pleasure another man, make him feel good… maybe Puck had found his niche, his thing. His thing seemed to be being a rampant cock slut.
Artie gripped the man's Mohawk and pulled him from the quadriplegics throbbing thick length and he looked into Puck's eyes "Get… on… my… dick… slut"
Puck'd never been talked to like that. Sure he was used to begging and pleading and occasional bribery to get his dick in someone or to let someone get their dick in him, but he'd never before been ordered too like a common tramp. He liked it though, there was some real power struggles going on and he nodded a little bit as he slowly stood up and pulled off his apple bottom jeans to reveal his thick muscular bubble butt.
The perky cheeks were happily shaken in front of Artie who took so much pleasure in reaching out to spank them firmly, watching them jiggle a little. He pulled them apart and leaned in, giving Puck a courtesy lick to wet his hole before Puck just stopped giving a fuck and sat his thick ass down on Artie's jumbo cock.
It slipped in with ease like that hole was meant to take him and Artie happily reached around to run his fingertips over the muscles that littered his stomach and enjoyed how they contracted with every motion of Puck's muscular body against his own. This was better than Brittany, this was better than his left hand, this was better than anything he'd ever used to bring pleasure to himself and he loved it, but he wouldn't ever be able to love fucking Puck as much as Puck was loving being fucked.
Puck's entire body was shaking with pleasure and his cock was rock hard, the tip a passionate purple as he rode Artie like he was a bucking bronco. He knew ahead of time he'd have to do all the hard work, and feeling that thick prick against his prostate was worth all of it. He grunted and growled out as he kept pushing back against the small but buff body of his bro happily, his head leaned back against Artie's surprisingly strong shoulder and he let out a guttural grunt as he pushed down hard and felt his cock throbbing "Oh god do that again!" Artie begged, and Puck obliged. He repeated the motion again and again, slowly coming up before slamming down getting both men to make sounds that neither one had made in their lives. Grunts of pleasure unparalleled by any other filled the room and Puck knew he was going to blow… he also knew from the feeling in his ass that Artie was going to beat him to that line.
Sure enough it only took a couple more bounces on his thick teen prick before Artie was gripping firmly as he could onto Puck's muscles, trying to pull himself up and he came hard inside that ass, his load blasting into that hole and filling Puck to the brim. That feeling pushed Puck over the edge as cum seeped down his length and dripped onto the seat below them.
"Dude you're going to stain my seat" Artie teased as he saw the drips of cum on his chair.
"Abrams, I let you bust a nut in my dude pussy, I think you can handle having to wipe down your seat after a fuck like that"
"You got a point… though you know I'm not gonna let you clean that out right?"
The wicked grin on Puck's face was bright and cheerful "What makes you think I want to clean it out? I'm gonna spend all day walking about with a hot load in my ass… might actually make math class interesting" Puck stood up, his ass firmly clenched to hold as much of Artie's cum in him. Puck happily pulled on his jeans, zipping up before going to help Artie who was still very happy, and very exhausted. He didn't even have the energy to react when Puck licked his cock clean before putting it back in his pants, he was that spent.
"Thanks for that dude. Gotta jet, have class and all that crap" With that Puck spun about and strode out, feeling revitalized and renewed, leaving a very stunned happy Artie sitting in the class room trying to arrange his bag on his lap so his package was a little less noticeable.