"Oh God! Mmm, it feels so good Mark!"

"Yeah Blaine? You like my cock in your ass, eh?"

Blaine was riding the muscular jock, undulating his hips as he sunk and slide off Mark's condom-clad cock. Mark looked over Blaine's shoulder to his dresser mirror, watching in awe as Blaine's perfect ass gobbled him up. He hissed from how good it felt, pumping up into Blaine as he exclaimed, "Fucking your ass! So sweet! Why can't I get any girls to do this?"

"Hey, hey! No talking about other people when you're in me!," Blaine said, putting a finger to Mark's lips. "I'm here right now, so be happy, or…" Blaine said as he slowly lifted himself off Mark's member, "would you prefer that I go?" Blaine stilled himself around the head of mark's cock, pursing his lips in a teasing pout and batting his long eyelashes.

"No no! Blaine baby, you're the best. You're so fucken hot, who wouldn't go gay for you?" Mark said as he latched onto Blaine's hips and pressed him back down on his cock. "Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah!" he moaned, picking up the pace, throbbing cock drilling into Blaine as he shifted his hands to cup and spread Blaine's cheeks. "Yeah, just like in a porno," he gasped as he watched the relentless in and out of their fucking reflected in the mirror. Blaine started to stroke his own cock, waves of pleasure hitting him so hard his eyes were rolling back into his head. "I'm gonna cum!" Mark grunted, "Aahhhrgh!" scrunching up his face as he released his semen inside Blaine.

Blaine could feel the cum spurting even through the condom, half disappointed that Mark didn't pull out and come on his face. Blaine's ass clenched rhythmically around Mark's cock. He loved the feeling of being so worked over, so opened up, so sluttily used. All those hot guys with their ripped bodies and super hard cocks. Sweet little Blainey was such a good cockslut! He was starting to feel insatiable, like he could never get enough. And with those heady thoughts, Blaine came all over Mark's chest.

Blaine slowly extricated himself and stood up, taking a towel that Mark handed him to mop himself up. Just then his phone beeped an alert. "Oh shoot! I forgot Glee club is having a special meeting to discuss themes for our next performance. I've got to get back to school and put my two cents in. See you later Mark!" Blaine practically ran out the door.

He was just outside the choir room when he ran into Sugar. "Oh honey! Where did you just come from?" she said, a puzzled smile on her face.

Blaine stopped in his tracks. "What?" he asked. Was she just trying to make him paranoid? Did he smell like sex or something?

Sugar peered at his neck and giggled, lightly fingering his nibbled on flesh. "Someone's got a hickey," she whispered conspiratorially.

Blaine's eyes practically fell out their sockets. "Oh shit!" he said, then looked at the girl with pleading eyes, "Sugar do you think you can help me take care of this somehow?"

Sugar's eyes lit up and she clapped her hands together giddily. "Let's take a detour before we head in, shall we?" Sugar looped her arm around Blaine's and walked him outside to a hidden corner where she applied cover-up to his neck. They stayed quiet for a while until she sighed and said, "OK, I'm helping you but you've got to give me the skinny on this. I'm dying to know! New boyfriend huh? Or a lil somethin' somethin' on the side?" Sugar asked, nudging Blaine with her elbow.

Blaine took a deep breath. He wasn't about to admit anything to a fellow Glee club member - the fastest way for Kurt to find out. What could he say? Blaine was racking his brain for an excuse and he must've looked so stricken that Sugar finally said, "Whatever Blaine, it's all right I won't tell on you. I mean I think it's really awesome that you are trying so hard with the long distance thing."

Blaine looked up at her, wanting to make sure she wasn't just making fun of him.

"It's not easy, I know. I tried it with someone I met at camp one summer. It blew up in my face cuz I didn't have the nerve to tell him that I wanted to start seeing other people. But what I wanted was natural. What's unnatural is depriving ourselves!," she exclaimed.

Blaine had to make a quick decision. He looked into Sugar's eyes and felt like he could trust her. Besides, he was practically bursting at the seams from all his secret trysts and was dying to have a confidant. Maybe Sugar could be that person.

"I sort of feel like things have gotten out of control," he said. And before he even knew what was happening, the tears started to fall. The guilt and the sadness, but also that gnawing need that kept burning inside him - he was carrying the weight of all that and he hadn't even fully realized it. "Somehow, without really meaning to, I guess I've become a bit of a floozy," he said with a wan smile. Sugar wrapped her arm around Blaine's shoulder and listened.

Blaine felt both relief at being able to unload about this double life he had been leading, but also incredibly nervous about letting the secret out. He knew only time would tell if Sugar could keep the secret. She had never seemed particularly close to Kurt, so he figured she wouldn't be too motivated to tell on him. But as juicy as the details were, it might be hard for her to keep it all in. Damnit, what had he done?

Blaine was in the bookstacks of the library the next day as he muddled through his predicament. This is what I get for being a cheater, he thought. You reap what you sow, and nothing good will come of this. He kept thinking these kind of thoughts as he mindlessly bit his nails. I just want to go home and crawl into bed and throw the covers over my head, he thought as he started to feel helplessly dejected. Just then he heard someone cough behind him. He turned to see that it was Jake, who was on the wrestling team. Jake who had one of the best bodies at McKinley, if not all of Lima, Ohio. God help me, thought Blaine, but if I'm going to hell let me have fun on the way….

Blaine and Jake sat in the back of Jake's SUV steaming the windows up with their heat. Who knew so many jocks at McKinley would not only be game for a lil man-on-man action, but actually go out of their way to pursue it with Blaine? He couldn't help but love the attention. But even more than that, his body was learning to love the constant stimulation. He basked in the sultry glow of a sordid rendezvous or two. He thrilled at the secret language which only he could decipher in smouldering looks and subtle nods conveyed during passing hallway encounters which let him know how much he was wanted and sought after. He still hadn't come down yet from the initial rush of all this action. He was both looking forward to and dreading the Thanksgiving break, not knowing if the downtime would force him to face his unfaithful ways or drive him to seek out more. All he knew is that he couldn't seem to stop himself.

Blaine's legs were spread wide as he leaned back in the SUV's cargo area, the back seats pulled down to make more room. Jake was on his knees facing Blaine. He stared down at Blaine with a wolfish look as he rolled down a condom over his cock, then slicked himself up with lube before lining himself up against the prone boy's ass. Jake pushed the tip in and out, each time pushing in a little bit more as Blaine breathed deep breaths to relax his muscle. The wrestler took his time, which Blaine appreciated, and eventually his entire length was sheathed inside Blaine. He bent over Blaine, resting his forearms on either side of the beautiful boy. Blaine's eyes fluttered shut and he turned his head to the side as a low moan escaped from his throat. Jake lapped and nibbled at his exposed skin, breathing against him as he moaned, "Mmm there's something about your neck that's so sexy." He kept his cock buried deep in Blaine, shifting ever so slightly in and out while he enjoyed the feeling of being enveloped by the smaller boy. He took Blaine's lower lip between his own, sucking gently before diving into a deep and languid kiss. "God damn Blaine, why are you so fucking good? You feel so fucking good," the wrestler moaned as he drove into Blaine, filling him up and stretching him out just right.

Blaine knew he was starting to use sex to distract himself from his problem, namely that he was having sex in the first place when he was supposedly trying to be faithful. And even if he were single, he was having way too much indiscriminant sex for it to be healthy. Maybe that was it - because he wasn't single, he was punishing himself by having sex this way. Dirty, nasty, and cheap. Dear lord, he was turning into a sex addict!