Below is a part three to my series "Artie and Finn". Glee, and its characters are the property of Fox. I welcome your comments
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If Puck were to be brutally honest, he loved looking at himself. Puck had an amazing body, and would be the first to tell you so. Even now he was taking part in one of his favortie past times, looking at himself in the mirror. Well, he was working out, but he always made sure he could see himself in a mirror when he worked out.
After football practice, when the weight room and the locker room were abandoned and no one was around, this gave Puck the opportunity to relax, lift weights, and appreciate his glistening body in the mirror as he flexed and curled.
On this day, Puck was wearing his thin McKinley athletic shorts and his socks and sneakers. As usual, Puck didn't wear a shirt when he worked out so he could see each muscle flex as his lifted weights. Puck gazed in the mirror as the sweat slowly dripped down his large pecs, his six pack, down this treasure trail. Puck lived by a certain motto, which he repeated now under his breath, "I'd fuck me."
Puck was so deeply entranced by this own reflection that he hadn't noticed the commotion coming from outside the locker room. Puck finally snapped out of his trance to the sound of a scream, "Please! Don't do this!"
For as self-absorbed and shallow as Puck was, he was also had a natural urge to save people. Without any thought, he slammed the weight on the floor and was running to the door. He opened the door to the field house to see three figures gathered around the goal post at the far end of the field. Two were big, hulking figures and the third small, naked, and clearly in distress. Puck started a full sprint across the length of the football field as he heard more cries from the third figure. "Please, stop, you're hurting me....."
Puck could make out the voice of the victim. As he made it past the 50 yard line, he realized that it was Artie from glee club that was in trouble. He could also already recognize the two attackers. They are two guys from McKinley's hockey team. He was pretty sure that one of them was named Terry, but he and some of the other football players just called them "Dip" and "Shit." Unless you were the rare athlete to play both football and hockey, the two didn't mix. There was a mutual sense of contempt felt by both sides.
Puck had quickly surmised the situation. The two hockey players had decided to give a hard time to a geeky glee kid, and in true coward format, they had chosen the kid in the wheelchair, as to lessen the chance that the kid might be able to defend himself in any way. True, it had not been long ago that Puck might have done the exact same thing, but recently Puck had come to see the cruelty in things like this, though he wouldn't admit that to anyone.
Neither Dip nor Shit had noticed the approach of Puck. This led to great shock on Dip's part when Puck's fist came crashing down on his nose. Dip cried out in pain and wheeled back onto his ass. Shit turned away from their victim at the sound of Dip's cries only to get a glancing blow to the face from Puck.
"Come on dipshits! Let's do this!" Puck was bobbing and wheeling like a boxer as he waited for one of the two to get up and take a swing. Instead, much to Puck's disapointment, the two crawled up off the grounds, grabbing their bloodied noses as they ran away as fast as possible. Puck thought about running after them, as the only thing Puck liked more than watching himself lift weights was the feeling of smashing an asshole's face, but instead he turned to see if Artie was ok.
The schenario was not unfamiliar to Puck. Artie had been stripped naked, covered in pancake syrup, and tied to the goal post. Puck and his football cohorts had done similar things to countless nerds ever since middle school, but seeing Artie, who was visibly terrified in the same situation made Puck feel like shit.
Artie couldn't see Puck. His eyes were clenched shut as the syrup had run down into his eyes. From the time that the two thugs had grabbed him, he had tried to be brave and not let them know that he was afraid, but when they had pulled him out of his chair, he had started to panic. It wasn't until they had stood him up against the goal post that he realy started to freak out. The position war particularly hard on Artie, as he couldn't use his legs to support his weight. His arms were killing him under the pressure of trying to hold him up. Artie couldn't see who had come to his rescue, but he didn't want them to see him crying-which as much as he hated it, he was. Artie didn't want to be freaking out in front of anyone, but the rope and his slumping body had made it hard for him to breathe and he was descending into a full blown panic attack.
"Get me down!" he gasped. "Get me down, I can't breathe!"
Puck ran up behind the goal post and started fiddling with the knots. Puck could sense the panic in Artie's voice and was surprised at the words that were coming out of his mouth. "It's all going to be okay Artie. I'll have you down in less than a minute." Puck's voice was calm and authoritative and completely unexpected.
The knots had been tied by dipshits, so they were quickly undone. Before he undid the last one, he re-positioned himself in front of Artie and pulled the last knot so that Artie fell into Puck's open arms. Once the pressure was off, Artie gasped in huge breathes trying to refil his lungs. "It's okay, I've got you." As Artie gasped, he couldn't help but start to cry a little. Even in his current state, he didn't want Puck to see this. Puck, in a surprise to both of them, just gently patted the back of Artie's head. Puck was effortlessly holding Artie in a standing position so that Artie's head was at Puck's shoulder. "They're gone dude, they won't be back, don't worry."
Artie gave up whatever shame that was left and instead, held onto Puck tightly. He had just been through a terrifying experience and as much as he hated for people to see him as vulnerable, he felt like he could feel whatever he had to in front of Puck. Puck looked around for Artie's chair or someone else to help him, but when if saw neither, he quickly reached down and scooped Artie into his arms. Artie was incredibly, unbelievably light. Puck carried him easier than he would have carried fire wood. "Let's get you cleaned up." Puck said as he carried him back to the field house.
Puck got Artie inside the still vacant field house and took him straight to the showers. Artie was still very upset and didn't protest when Puck sat him down in the floor and turned on the water. It was cool and just the right temperature, and Artie instantly felt better. Puck disapeared for just a moment and then came back into the shower with a bottle of body wash. Artie pushed himself into a sitting position and reached for the bottle but Puck said "I'll help you."
Artie retracted his outreached hand as Puck squirted some of the body wash into Artie's now wet hair. Artie's glasses had been cast aside somewhere. Artie began to panic a little at his glasses being gone, but it was as if Puck could read his mind. As Puck finished washing Artie's hair free of syrup, he said calmly. "As soon as we get you cleaned up, we will go find your chair and your glasses. "
As Puck continued to wash Artie's back and then move around to his chest, Artie began to recover from his ordeal and feel better. Puck, sensing that a joke might ligthen the mood, obliged him. Puck moved around to face Artie and began to wash his stomach when he stopped and said "Artie, what the fuck is that?" Artie followed his eyes to Artie's soft penis. Artie could tell from Puck's voice that he was being playful, so Artie did the same. "Well, in my family, we call it a penis." Artie grinned.
"Well Artie, in my family we call it a fucking fire hose!" The two laughed and Puck continued to wash Artie's naked body there on the floor of the shower.
As Puck continued to wash Artie, he realized that he was getting turned on. Puck could feel his own cock getting hard in his thing athletic shorts. What the fuck was this all about. He had jerked off with a couple of dudes before, but never in a gay way. Puck didn't know what to think, but this thought was suddenly replaced by another one, he didn't care.
Artie was now clean of the maple syrup. But Puck wasn't done washing Artie. Without warning, Puck put a shot of body wash into his palm and cupped Artie's balls. Artie reacted with surprise, "Whoaa..." but didn't recoil. Puck looked Artie in the eye as he moved his hand up and placed it around Artie's now hardening cock. Artie was amazed but afraid to speak. He didn't want to say something that would make Puck stop.
After some gentle tugging from Puck, Artie's dick was now its full nine and a half inches and hard as a rock.
Had Puck thought about what he was doing, he probably would have stopped. Luckily for the both of them, thinking wasn't Puck's first reaction to any situation. Puck looked into Artie's eyes as he slowly stroked his hard fat dick. Puck felt the tiniest twinge of jealousy at the monster cock that Artie was sporting, but that didn't stop him from grinning at Artie. Artie flashed his big, goofy, toothy smile back at Puck. In that moment, Puck felt an overwhelming urge. Without any more discussion, Puck bowed down his head and tock about half of Artie's hard dick into his mouth.
Artie was shocked and exhaled sharply both with surprise and pleasure. Puck's mouth felt as hot as fire as he felt Puck's tongue lapping around the shaft and head. Puck had never given a blow job before, but he had had more than a few from chicks, so he mimicked what he liked done to him. After some time working the shaft, he moved down to Artie's balls. As the shower water continued to pour down over the two of them, Puck took turns on each of Artie's balls, licking then gently, popping them in and out of his mouth, then tending to the together.
Puck once again didn't ask permission when after spending what seemed like eternity tending Artie's cock and balls, he repositioned himself in front of Artie and lay him back on his back. Puck lifted Artie's thin, pale legs just enough to expose Artie's perfect pink asshole. Artie had a thought "He is going to fuck me, I've never done that, I don't think I can take it, I am going to have to tell him to....." but his thoughts were interrupted by an intense pleasurable sensation. Something was in Artie's asshole, but it wasn't Puck's dick, it was his tongue.
The word around school was that Puck had a long, thick, agile tongue which he used to eat out every slutty girl at McKinley. There was at least some truth to this rumor, and Artie was now reaping the benefits. Artie could not believe the intense feeling as Puck ate his ass. His tongue went in and out over and over. Artie was powerless to say anything but "oh" and "yeah".
After a while, Puck finally came up for air, but went immediately back to sucking Artie's cock. This time, rather than just settling on sucking the first six inches, Puck seemed determined to swallow the whole thing. At the six inch mark, Artie's cock was touching the back of Puck's throat. Puck braced himself, contorted his throat with a swallowing motion, and slid the cock further into and down his throat.
Artie was amazed at Puck. Not only was he dumbfounded by the fact that the womanizing Puck would be into sex with a dude, but that he would be so damn good at it. Puck gagged just a little, but didn't let that deter him. After a few more minutes, Puck developed a pattern that worked for him, where he took long strokes down on Artie's cock, all the way to where his lips touched Artie's pubes, then almost completely out, where only the tip of Artie's big dick was in his mouth. Then he would repeat the process.
Artie began to feel that tingling deep under his cock. He knew that it wouldn't be long. He began to tense his body. Puck noticed this and knew what was coming. Puck pulled Artie's dick out of his mouth long enough to say "On my face Artie, on my face."
After about ten more seconds, Artie grabbed Puck's forehead and pushed him off of his cock while saying "now...". Just as Puck made eye contact with Artie, a thick rope of jizz hit Puck in his left eye. Puck smiled contently as the second, third, and fourth shots also hit his face and drizzled down. Artie shook as each shot took more energy out of him and replaced it with pleasure. As the shots turned to dribbles, Puck wiped the tip of Artie's cock on his own face, making sure he got every last drop. Artie was amazed, content, and completely spent. Puck smiled as he grabbed the body wash again and cleaned his own face and chest of Artie's cum. Then he put a little on Artie's cock to clean what little cum had ended up there. Artie was still super sensitive post-coital, and shuddered. "sorry dude" Puck said.
"It's okay," Artie said, but then got a little serious. "Thanks for helping me, out there."
"Anytime dude," Puck said as he finished cleaning himself off. Puck then sounded serious. The change in his tone worried Artie when he said, "You tell anyone about this, and I'll fucking kill you." The seriousness scared Artie, afraid that he had made a mistake, but then Puck's face softened again and Artie understood he was kidding. "and Artie" Puck said, "Don't think this is the last time either."