This story is a complete work of fiction and all characters are copyrighted to FOX. This is in no way a representation of the sexuality of the actors. These characters live in the beautiful, magical world of GLEE where STDs and infections don't exist.
Sam woke up abruptly. Looking at Blaine's alarm clock, he saw it was just before seven. Blaine wasn't in bed next to him but he could hear the shower running in the bathroom connected to the bedroom.
He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his hair. He still smelled of the remnants of Blaine's explosive load that had partially dried on his stomach and chest. He paused, trying to figure out what he was feeling this morning. He wasn't embarrassed by what had happened or ever nervous. It felt right. He felt comfortable with Blaine. Like a friend but more. There was an intense physical connection that he couldn't describe. Something he hadn't felt with Quinn or Mercedes. He knew it would be more complicated for Blaine. He had Kurt to worry about.
Sam's head hurt. He was sick of thinking what this all meant. He stepped out of bed, ignoring his boxers on the floor. He walked to the bathroom door that Blaine had left ajar. Steam was rolling out of crack in the door. Stepping in, he saw through the glass shower doors. Blaine was standing with his back towards Sam, his hands in his hair and his ass on display.
Pulling the door open, he asked, "Mind if I join you?"
Blaine wasn't necessarily surprised. He was hoping in the back of his mind that Sam would hear him in the shower and come see him washing his body. A part of him, though, was worried Sam would wake up and leave while he was in the shower.
"Not at all. I was worried I'd wake you."
"Yea, you get up early. I usually roll out of bed twenty minutes before the first bell rings."
Sam stepped into the shower, making his way over to Blaine who still had his back to him. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man, kissing him on the neck.
"How'd you sleep?" Sam asked, not removing his arms.
"Pretty great," Blaine answered. "I felt really comfortable in your arms. Really safe. Even if your cock kept on poking me in the ass all night. Just like it is now."
Sam laughed. "Sorry man. He has a mind of his own."
Blaine turned around. Sam could tell he had some worry in his eyes.
"I hate to sound like the typical gay guy but what does this all mean, Sam? Are you just having fun or do you like me or..."
"Blaine," Sam interrupted. "what did I tell you last night? Of course I like you. You're more than just a friend to me. I've never had a relationship with a guy before. Fuck, I've barely had a relationship with a girl before. All I know is I like talking with you. I like kissing you. I like holding you. I hope to do more of all those things with you in the future. Often."
Blaine was blown away. He had always thought Sam was a little, well, slow. Not necessarily dumb but just not very deep. But he had just made him feel so much better with very few words.
"That sounds good enough to me for now," he said. "Here, let's clean you up. You reek of cum."
"Well who's fault is that?" Sam asked with a wide smile.
Blaine grabbed for the body wash only to have Sam steal it away from him.
"I'd actually prefer to give you some attention first," he said.
"Well how are you going to get clean?"
"I'll just rub up against you, baby," Sam said, not even realizing that he had just called a guy baby.
Sam squirted some of the body wash into his hands. A little more than he would usually use but he wanted to make sure he could cover every inch of Blaine's body. Beginning with his slim shoulders, he rubbed his hands over them, feeling the slim yet solid frame of this beautiful boy. He relished the difference between their bodies, feeling like Blaine had a body that he could just hold in his arms forever and enjoy it like a playground. A part of him, however, couldn't believe that he had fucked this guy so hard the night before. He could sure take a beating.
He ran his hands over the arms that, while not as thick as his, had some major definition and a nice bicep. Next he attended to the small nipples on his friend's pecs. He licked the right one briefly before playfully and gently biting, making Blaine yelp out loud. Sam kept his eyes from meeting Blaine's because he knew if that happened, they'd fall into a heavy make out session that would keep Sam from completing the task ahead of him.
His hands went down Blaine's firm stomach, soaping the treasure trail that ran between his navel and a cock that surprised him. Kneeling in front of him, his hands soaped up Blaine's sides as he nearly studied the penis. It was thinner than Sam's and not quite as long but Sam had never seen an uncut cock before, not even in the McKinley High locker room. He took it in his hands, briefly connecting with Blaine's line of vision. Smiling up at the man he had called baby with ease, he licked the tip of the erect dick, letting the taste register. Salty but good. He didn't feel confident enough to do anything else to the erection - not after Blaine had nearly gotten him to blow his load down his throat last night.
Leaving the beautiful dick, he quickly ran his hands over his strong thighs, all the way down to Blaine calves. Damn, he thought, even his fucking calves are cute.
Standing up again, he decided he needed more soap. This time, he forcibly turned Blaine around, grabbing both of his hands and placing them on the shower wall like he was about to pat down a suspect. He took the bottle of body wash and poured it directly onto his back. Returning the bottle to it's shelf, he started to massage the body wash into the strong back in front of him. As he massaged his friend, he watched as one trail of soap was gliding down Blaine's flawless back, making its way between the ass cheeks that continually called his attention.
Sam got down in front of the ass and pulled the cheeks apart, seeing the hole he had visited so hard the night before. He wanted to revisit it.
"So, is the asshole kind of like the gay guy's pussy?" Sam asked in complete seriousness. "Only better?" he added.
"I guess you could look at it like that," Blaine said.
"Then would it be wrong of me to say that you have a great looking fucking pussy" Sam said, not waiting for an answer as he pushed the tip of his tongue as far into Blaine's hole as it would possibly go. Then, like a dog drinking from his water dish, he started lapping at the hole, using the full force is his large tongue. He loved the taste. It wasn't strong like a girl's pussy, it was gentle. Like sweat but sexier, if that made any sense. The more he licked at the hole, the more forceful he got, reaching a point where he started almost nibbling at an invisible treat that awaited him inside Blaine.
"Fuck Sam," Blaine finally said, out-of-breath. "Is this your first time eating an ass?"
"Yea," the blonde said finally taking his mouth away. "Do I suck at it?"
"No. It feels like you haven't eaten in a week and you're finally getting a meal."
"Well a-right, a-right" Sam said, performing his lame Matthew McConaughey accent that made Blaine smile.
Sam immediately went back to work, burrowing his tongue in Blaine's righteous hole.
"Jesus Christ, yes!" Sam yelled in the echoing shower. "Fucking easy my pussy. Taste me, baby. I wanna feel your tongue deep in my fucking pussy."
Sam's dick was leaking pre-cum by the gallon, something that never happened to him when he was eating out a girl. He never got off from the knowledge that he was pleasing his partner.
Never before today, anyway.
With his fingers kneading Blaine's ass and leaving pressure marks, Sam couldn't get enough of this taste. His dick had been inside this ass just hours before. He remembered Blaine saying something about a magic spot in his ass that, if he remembered correctly, make Blaine pretty fucking happy.
Sam withdrew his tongue from his new favorite pussy, replacing it with his wet finger. His finger could reach further depths inside the pussy and hopefully navigate the way to the Disneyland inside Blaine's ass. He felt around, searching as far as his long finger could go. After just a few seconds on safari, he knew he hit the spot when he heard the familiar moan coming from Blaine's mouth. He jabbed at the pressure point a few times just to make sure he was right.
"Fuuuuucccccck," Blaine screamed at the top of his lungs.
Sam was happy they were the only two in the Anderson home.
The blond sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, letting spit drip from them before he started working them into the hole in front of him. With little effort, he was able to bottom out, hitting the sweet spot and eliciting the familiar response from his slim friend. Finally adding a third digit, he fingered Blaine until he reached a rhythm. He was spouting a puddle of pre-cum in the shower and was loving how much pleasure he was giving, just by fucking a man's pussy with his fingers.
Without warning, Blaine started shooting his load onto the tiled wall. One, two, three, four, five shots. There was no nicer way to explain it: Blaine was moaning like one of the bitches in Sam's pornos as he fired sperm from his cock that he had barely even touched.
Withdrawing his fingers from the warm hole, Sam stood up and pushed his fingers into Blaine's mouth.
"Suck on what fucked the cum out of you. Taste your hole on there, baby?"
Blaine welcomed the fingers into his mouth, grabbing Sam's hand and pushing them further into his mouth. He wanted to deep throat the digits that had just brought him so much unexpected pleasure. He never knew he could cum so easily. He felt like such a slut when at Sam's mercy.
"I almost couldn't tell with the shower being on, but your cock is leaking like a fucking faucet," Blaine said surprisingly. "And I haven't even touched it with my hands or my mouth yet."
"Get on your knees. I wanna cum all over your face," Sam commanded with authority.
Wanting to be painted in Sam's load, Blaine just got down on his knees, opened his mouth and looked up at the blonde god in front of him. He watched as Sam's hand glided over his cock, lubed with his own pre-cum and the body wash that he had rubbed into Blaine's body. He watched as Sam's arm flexed, the muscles literally rippling as her jerked his cock. He watched as Sam's eyes looked into his own, staring at the strained face just as he closed his eyes to signal that a fresh load of Sam's grade A cum was about to land on Blaine's face. He felt the hot seed land in his hair, on his cheeks, in his mouth and on his tongue. Blaine wanted it all. Like a greedy kid, he wanted all of the juice to himself. As Sam finished shooting what must of been his seventh or eighth stream, he collapsed against the wall, completely spent. Blaine eagerly approached the now slightly softening cock, licking any remnants of cum he could find.
"Man, you look so fucking beautiful with my cum all over your face. I wanna take a picture so I can jack off to it during Spanish class today."
Sam pulled Blaine off of his knees, putting his hands on either side of his face and just admiring the view. Finally, he walked under the shower with his new man, kissing him hard and letting the spray wash away the sweat and cum off their bodies.
This chapter was a bit shorter but I wanted to get something out soon. Thanks for all the great feedback from the first chapter. To offer feedback and ideas about the next chapter, email me at dlcf8900@yahoo.com.