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.
A week had passed since Sam and Blaine - or Blam as they called themselves in private - had had their first encounter. There had been many more since then. In the choir room during lunch, on Coach Beiste's desk during a football game when Sam was supposed to be icing his knee and of course the multiple times at Blaine's house. Sam had spent at least every other night at the Anderson house.
The relationship between Blaine had Kurt had continued to deteriorate, becoming a series of missed phone calls and awkward text messages.
On the other hand, where Sam and Blaine kept their budding "friendship" to themselves, Sam wasn't afraid to deliver a passionate kiss when the two were alone in the hallway or to grab Blaine's hand, holding it tight, as they walked to the parking lot after school.
Now, the two found themselves running on the same ticket for president and vice president of the student council. Blaine, who had just been asked to take Sam as his VP by Brittany, was ecstatic by the possibilities.
"I can't believe Brittany brought us together. I mean, why didn't we think of this before? With your god given good looks and my knowledge of the political process and desire to change the status quo here at McKinley, we'll be unstoppable, Sam!"
"Word," Sam said affirmatively. He wasn't sure what Blaine meant by all that but he was happy to see him happy.
"Now let's go to the costume shop. If you're going to be my number two, you need to look the part."
The two made their way into the room reserved for the Glee and Drama clubs. Decades worth of costumes hang on racks with a large full-length mirror and dressing tables in the front of the room. Looking quickly through the racks, Blaine found several options for the tall, beefy blond.
After about a dozen changes, Blaine was happy.
"This is it. This is perfect. You look professional and clean cut and incredibly handsome. Like a young, sexy John Schneider at his high school homecoming dance."
The reference, completely lost on Sam, made him smile nonetheless.
"Did you like playing makeover with me?" Sam asked.
"I'm not going to lie: I totally did. You look good in practically everything. And seeing you get dressed and get underdressed so many times made me and Blaine Junior quite happy."
"Have you ever been fucked by someone in a suit?" Sam asked seductively.
"Not yet," Blaine countered with a smirk spreading across his face.
"Today's your lucky day, Mr. President."
Sam wrapped his arms around Blaine, bringing him in for a deep, wet kiss. Each time his tongue found its way into Blaine's mouth, it was like the first time. His tongue would eagerly investigate every corner and wrestle with Blaine's. His hands also had a way of finding their way to Blaine's ass, this time spanking it lightly, buffered only by the dress pants clinging to his butt.
Blaine had started to go commando, encouraged by Sam who said it made him hot to know that only one layer of fabric separated him from the ass that he loved the taste of.
Still locked together by their tongues, Blaine started to undo Sam's belt, determined to get some face time with the cock he had spent the last week worshiping.
Finally releasing the pants, he remembered that Sam wasn't wearing boxers today. He had felt the blond up during chemistry class under the lab table and had been pleasantly surprised by his boxer-less man.
Dropping to his knees, he took the hardening member into his mouth. The thing he loved most about giving Sam head was that Sam liked to maintain near constant eye contact. Being able to see every reaction and hear every moan of his man made the experience so much more hotter than the alternative. He always began by licking around the head, slightly jabbing his pointed tongue into the piss hole. Then he would lick from head to base on the top, bottom and sides. Finally, before bobbing up and down on the entire shaft, he'd suck each ball into his mouth, juggling it around with his talented tongue. Blaine had a system of giving head that never got boring and should be taught in schools worldwide, Sam thought.
Still on his knees, Blaine started unbuttoning the shirt Sam was wearing. He wanted to see and grope the abs and pecs that he had fallen in love with. Sam got the idea, shedding his jacket and dress shirt. He left his bold red necktie on, however, thinking he looked sexy as fuck with just a tie on as Blaine went to town on his cock.
Blaine couldn't help but agree. With the tie hanging from his neck, falling between his beautiful thick pecs, Blaine bottomed out on the cock between his lips, feeling it hit the back of his throat and his nose in Sam's light colored pubes. He held this position for several seconds, enjoying how full is mouth felt. A part of him wished that Sam would cum right now so he could feel the hot load deposit directly into his gullet.
Blaine looked at the clock on the wall, keeping Sam's meat in his mouth in his throat, and saw that they had eighteen minutes before they had to be in the gym for the debate assembly. He abruptly expelled the cock from his mouth, pulled Sam's tie so his entire body shifted down to Blaine, whispering "You have eighteen minutes to breed my fucking ass."
Hearing what his boy wanted, Sam wasted no time. He pulled Blaine up from his knees, telling him to take off his pants now. Without even unbuttoning Blaine's shirt, he pulled it over his head. As soon as he was naked, Sam picked up the smaller man, nearly throwing him on the nearby table. Pulling him to the edge, Sam wasted no time spitting on Blaine's hole. He thrust into Blaine's ass, wanting him to feel how hard he made him.
"FUCK!" Blaine screamed out in a mix of pain and unbelievable lust for the god that was raping his hole with a sense of urgency he hadn't seen before.
Sam removed the tie from his neck. He balled it up and shoved it into Blaine's open mouth, not missing a beat as he continued to rail the brunette.
"I'm gonna fuck your pussy like you wanted but you gotta shut the fuck up Unless you wanna get caught, baby."
Blaine moaned through the tie in response.
"Oh, you want someone to come in here and catch me raping your ass? You freaking slut, I should have known. Who do you want to catch us, huh?" Sam asked with a bravado that Blaine found so hot. He began to name some of the hotter guys in schools, continuing his manic fucking of the boy-pussy he loved.
"How about the new Puckerman? You want Jake to see me breeding you?"
Blaine moaned in response, tweaking his nipples and nodding yes.
"And Mr. Shue? I bet if he walked in right now, you'd beg for his cock in your throat."
Again, Blaine nodded eagerly.
Sam loved how he was able to turn the proper, respectable Blaine Anderson into a total slut behind closed doors. As he continued to feel his balls bounce against Blaine's ass, he felt the dirty talk he was spouting to be so sexy. There were so many different things he could say and do with Blaine that he couldn't do with anyone else.
Knowing that their time was limited, he put his hand around Blaine' uncut cock. He spit on it and started stroking it. He no sooner than touched it that Blaine started writhing in pleasure on the table. Again, he was happily shocked by how horny his new boy was. With only about ten strokes of the cock, Blaine started erupting. Sam decided that since they had to go in front of the school in a matter of minutes, he didn't want either of them to smell of drying cum. He put his mouth over the explosive cock, taking the one, two, three, four spurts of Blaine's cock juice. He surprised himself by how good he was at catching it. He swallowed it down as if it were little more than a protein shake.
That familiar feeling of Blaine's tightening hole tugging on Sam's thick dick returned, milking the cum out of his cock. Sam, forgetting that anyone could walk into the unlocked costume shop at any moment, let out a loud, gurgling moan as he shot his load into the depths of Blaine's pussy.
Collapsing on top of his friend, the two quickly met for a brief kiss. Opening his eyes and seeing the clock, Blaine broke the kiss.
"We have three minutes to get to the fucking gym. Hurry up and get off me, babe!"
Frantically the two started putting on their clothes. Briefly, they paused in front of the full length mirror to ensure no one would be able to tell that Sam had been savagely drilling Blaine just minutes before. As they scurried toward the door, Sam grabbed onto Blaine's arm.
"Hold on. I just want to make sure you understand, just because I say those things when I'm fucking you, doesn't mean I...um...I just don't want you to think I am an asshole or just into you because you have the most perfect ass pussy ever. Ya know?"
Blaine smiled. For a brief second, he didn't care if they were late for the debate. For him, this was the perfect example as to why his relationship with Kurt wasn't going to work. With Kurt, the two focused almost entirely on feeling romantically in love with each other. Romance was what matter to Kurt. Not the friendship or physical love. He wanted everything to be a 1950s Rock Hudson romantic comedy. But here stood Sam. Sam could be sweet, funny, kind, romantic and horny as fuck. All at the same time practically. He loved it. He was falling for this guy.
Blaine reached up and kissed Sam hard on the lips.
"Don't worry. I love it when you get dirty when we're playing around. Now let's get to the gym before Brittany declares martial law or something."
The two ran down the hall, finally reaching their destination. They made their way to where they were supposed to be before going to their podiums, a small backstage area. They had made it just in time as Sue was giving instructions to the assembled students.
"Baby, I think you're going to have a problem" Sam whispered to Blaine right before he went on stage.
"What? What do you mean? I have my note cards," Blaine responded urgently.
"You also have my cum leaking out of your ass. I can see the stain."
"Oh my god. Is it horribly noticeable?"
"Just don't let your ass face the audience. Anyway, I think it looks fucking hot. It's like I marked you as mine," Sam said, grabbing at his own crotch and licking Blaine's ear before he walked onto stage.
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. I'm thinking about having a special guest in the next chapter. Either Blaine's brother (played by Matthew Bomer in the show) or Mike Chang (played by Harry Shum, Jr.). Let me know if you have a preference.