Thongs and Whitey Tighties Part III {Finale}
A week and a half passed. Dave and Kurt said not one word to each other. Then on a Tuesday in January, there was a home a hockey game and their coach told them if they didn’t dress up on that day, they’d be benched. So, Dave wore black fitted dress pants, black patent leather shoes, and his hot pink dress shirt. His mom commented on how cute he looked.
He just shrugged her off and went to school. He hated dressing up on game days, especially when he had a group presentation in French class with Mercedes that day.
He walked into school and saw Azimio at the end of the hall. Azimio made a wolf whistle at him and Dave flipped him off.
He headed to homeroom and found a seat near the back.
He was staring out the window waiting for the bell to ring when Kurt walked in.
They had barely said two words to each other since the episode in the locker room and Dave was always on edge around Kurt waiting for the other shoe to drop.
He caught Kurt’s eye. He saw something unrecognizable pass over Kurt’s face, who then grinned and winked at him.
Kurt took a seat a few rows over and Dave was left to wonder what the hell that look meant for the rest of the period.
French class came and he and Mercedes got up and did their presentation, Kurt stared at him the entire time, all the while licking his lips and smiling at him.
He had no idea what was going on with Kurt, but this was definitely different than he had ever responded to him before.
He could feel his face starting to flush and Kurt recognized the visible signs of arousal from Dave. He continued to grin wider and wider as he watched Dave squirm at the front of the room.
Dave hated what Kurt could do to him with only one look.
At the end of the period, he ran to the locker room. It was lunchtime and he desperately needed to get rid of the damn hard on he had before going to join his friends.
He was about to head into a stall, when he heard the door open.
He turned around to see Kurt stalking in.
“Hummel?”
“Shut up Karofsky.”
Kurt pushed Dave into one of the showers.
“What the fuck, Hummel?”
“You know what drives me fucking crazy?”
“What?”
“When you wear that fucking shirt.”
“Really? My shirt?”
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look with it on?”
“Uhh, no.”
“Seriously, Dave. Every time you wear it I just want to push you into the nearest empty room and fuck you.”
“Seriously?”
Dave’s heart was racing. He couldn’t believe Kurt’s candor or the fact that a fucking pink shirt turned him on so much.
“I think I’m ready for that favor to be returned, David.”
He slid his hands into his pants and pulled the shirt out.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my entire life.”
Kurt opened Dave’s shirt and slid his fingers through his fine hair.
“God, you have a gorgeous chest.”
“Really?”
“Really. Jesus, you’re fucking hot.”
He pushed Dave to his knees.
“This is the fantasy I’ve had ever since I saw that damn picture on Facebook.”
“What?”
“You on your knees with your shirt open and my cock in your beautiful lips.”
“I’ve uhh never done that before.”
“Don’t worry, Dave. I’ll talk you through it.”
He unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out.
He then grabbed the back of Dave’s head and pulled it to him.
“We’ll start out by licking. Just lick up the underside of my penis.”
Dave swallowed nervously then reached forward. He wasn’t sure what the taste would be like, but this was Kurt offering himself to him and he would not turn that down.
He tentatively stuck his tongue out and ran it up the underside of Kurt’s cock.
He figured he must’ve done it right because Kurt groaned.
“Oh God. Yeah, that’s it. Do that again.”
Dave tried it again and this time savored the taste. It wasn’t all that bad actually.
Kurt started talking again, but Dave took Kurt’s hand off his cock.
“I’ve received head before, Kurt. I think I can figure out how to do it.”
Kurt’s eyes flew open in surprise, but just nodded.
He took Kurt in his mouth then. He swirled his tongue up and around the tip of his head and hollowed his cheeks. He put his hand at the base of Kurt’s cock and started bobbing up and down.
He had his hands on Kurt’s ass pulling him closer. He could feel Kurt clenching and unclenching his muscles and started moaning low in his throat.
Dave looked up to see Kurt’s head thrown back in ecstasy and his fingers pinching his nipples.
Dave chuckled in his throat and Kurt’s hand went to the back of Dave’s head.
“Fuck that feels so good. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
Dave just chuckled again, and the sound Kurt made sent a shock straight to his groin.
Dave decided to see if he could push Kurt over the edge, and offered two of his fingers to Kurt.
Kurt took them in his mouth without hesitation.
When they were good and wet, he removed his fingers and moved them to Kurt’s hole. He inserted one finger in and started thrusting back and forth. Then he added a second and curled his fingers inside.
He knew he must’ve hit his prostate because Kurt nearly howled, grabbed Dave’s hair and pulled his head to be flush with him, and then was coming down the back of his throat all the while chanting his name.
Dave pulled off and looked up at Kurt. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily.
Kurt reached down and pulled Dave up to him. He kissed him hard and nipped at his lower lip.
Dave responded just as enthusiastically and they made out against the wall of the shower.
Finally, Kurt stepped back.
“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
“It’s called porn, Kurt.”
“So, you’re into porn huh?”
“As much as any other normal guy is.”
“Well, there is always the issue of your hard on. I mean you did come in here after all to take care of it, no?”
“You are a cruel individual, Kurt. Getting me hot and bothered and not letting me come.”
“Don’t worry, Dave. Let’s take care of that for you.”
With that, Kurt had turned Dave around and bent Dave over.
He unzipped Dave’s pants pushed them down to his knees, and was pushing his boxers down.
He bent down and Dave wasn’t sure what was going on.
Then he felt Kurt spread his cheeks and could feel warm breath on his hole.
Oh God. He’s not seriously, going to…
Then he felt Kurt’s tongue gently lapping at his hole.
Dave put his hand against the wall to brace himself and pushed his face into his arm.
“Oh God, fuck, Kurt.”
Kurt continued to lap around his hole and directly over it.
Then Kurt reached around and grasped Dave’s cock.
He started jerking along with his tongue movements.
“Jesus, fucking Christ, Hummel. You bitch. Don’t stop.”
Dave felt like such a slut. But he was feeling things he didn’t even know was possible.
Then Kurt was thrusting his tongue into him, and he fell apart.
He couldn’t remember how to breathe, what his own name was, or where he was, but he was coming hard over Kurt’s hand and the shower wall. He shuddered through the last of it, Kurt’s tongue still in his ass.
“Fuck, Kurt. That was..”
“What? The best thing you’ve ever felt?”
“Yeah.”
He turned around and kissed Kurt. He didn’t even care at that moment.
Kurt kissed him back. The faint sound of a bell ringing.
The quickly broke apart and fixed their clothes.
Kurt fixed Dave’s shirt and winked at him as he finished.
“I’ll see you later, Dave. Good luck with your game tonight.”
He left the locker room looking just as good as he had before anything happened.
Dave splashed some water on his face and left the room.
Later that night the team won 6-2,and he was so excited.
He got a text from an unknown caller.
Good win. Maybe I’m your good luck charm.
He knew instantly it was Kurt. He responded.
I think so. I think we should do this before every game.
He didn’t have to wait long until he got another text,
Maybe if you play your cards right we can do this before and after every game.
Then a picture message came through.
It was a picture of Kurt wearing one of his practice jerseys.
FUCK.
Dave had no idea what caused this sudden change in his relationship with Kurt, but he didn’t even care. His goal in life was to fuck Kurt wearing that jersey.
He sent back a picture of him wearing nothing but the hot pink shirt and his rock hard cock.
As he was about to fall asleep he got one last text.
You play dirty. You had better expect to pay for it tomorrow.
You first.
~Fin