The Sandman Cometh 3/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Blaine/OMCs, Blaine/Kurt
Spoilers: Set from 2x06, canon by day, AU by night
Warnings: Non-con, Somnophilia, Drugs/Alcohol, Manipulation, Oral, Frottage, Toys
Summary: Blaine is impatient. He doesn’t want to wait for true love to strike before he can touch another boy or have someone touch him, so he finds a way to make it happen. Although there are others, he finds himself lured in by his new roommate at Dalton, Kurt.
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I helped Burt unload both cars as we moved Kurt’s things into the dorm room and watched as Finn bumbled his way around, knocking things over and generally being slightly too loud or too crass to fit in to the surroundings easily. I waited as Kurt said his goodbyes to his family, making sure to wrap a comforting arm around his shoulders as they drove out of sight. At dinner, I encouraged the other Warblers to include Kurt in conversation and later helped him to ready his school supplies for the next day.
There was something about Kurt that is so unlike any other boy I’ve ever known. It’s not just the extensive moisturising routine or the massive musical collection on DVD. It seemed that there was an aura around Kurt that made me want to take the perfectly coiffed boy into my arms and never let him go. I’ve never felt this way before. I’m not even sure what this feeling is. But Kurt has competing qualities of fragility and strength, coupled with his elfin beauty and a sometimes bitchy mouth. He is a conundrum, one that I wanted to stay around to solve.
I let Kurt settle into his first night away from his family without incident. I’d explained to him that I didn’t require as much sleep as everyone else but would try to be considerate to Kurt’s needs. I made a show of putting my headphones on while watching a movie on my laptop, essentially giving Kurt some privacy to either mourn the loss of his home comforts and family or to fret over tomorrow’s start at a new school. As it turned out, Kurt hadn’t really needed the space and fell asleep immediately, the move taking its toll on him.
As usual, I woke before the birds but it wasn’t long before Kurt’s alarm went off much earlier than I’d anticipated. I watched curiously as my roommate blinked awake, shuffled off to the shower and then started on yet another moisturising routine. Sitting silently in bed, browsing a magazine, I glanced up as Kurt re-emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel. My eyebrows shot up and my dick took interest as I ogled my friend’s pale body.
“Morning,” I said smiling, eyes back on the magazine, “You’re up very early today. I thought I was the only one crazy enough to be awake at this hour.”
Kurt whirled around, startled. “Oh shit, you scared me!” he breathed out with a hand placed on his chest to calm himself. “I’m up earlier than normal to make sure I’ve got everything sorted before class, plus I was hoping you’d give me a tour before breakfast,” he asked hopefully while picking up his clothes and heading back to the bathroom to get changed.
***
“Wow, so that was a little daunting,” Kurt sighed as he dropped his school bag beside the desk.
“First day harder than you thought, new kid?” I said laughingly.
“Yeah, well okay, the class work being harder is to be expected,” he said with a small worried smile, “but the amount of catch-up work I need to do is concerning. There are just not enough hours in the day to get caught up before next week’s exams.”
“Don’t panic, Kurt. I’ll help out. And the other Warblers will lend a hand to share notes, I’m sure.”
“But, why would they help me?”
“Kurt! Why wouldn’t we help you? You’re trying out for the Warblers, right?” I continued as he nodded, “Well then, we look after our own. I mean, there are no shortcuts. But we’ll all help and support you as much as we can,” I rubbed his shoulders for a moment, “I promise.”
Apparently Kurt was really freaked out about the workload and spent the rest of the week going over various Warblers’ notes and cramming for the exams. Late night coffee runs and earlier than usual alarms became the order of the day, while Kurt’s sleep pattern and his skin suffered.
Finally, it was concern for my friend that had led me to forcibly remove his notebook from his hands on Friday after class and encourage him to go home for his family’s weekly dinner. But when he couldn’t quite make coherent sentences and his deteriorating motor skills caused a minor fracas in the library as he overturned a stack of books, I wasn’t sure he would make it home in one piece.
“Hi, Mr Hummel? Um, it’s Blaine here. Kurt? No, no, he’s fine. I mean he really tired but he’s fine. That’s actually why I’m calling. He’s been studying so hard this week that I don’t think he can make the drive to Lima safely.”
After some discussion, Kurt’s dad asked if I’d like to drive Kurt home and stay the night, and of course, I happily accepted the invitation. Kurt’s family seemed nice and I’d never turn down an opportunity to hang out with my roommate - sleepy or otherwise.
***
The trip to Lima was very quiet. As soon as the car was on the interstate, Kurt had drifted off to sleep while I continued to sing along softly to the radio. He was so worn out that I had to shake him awake once we were parked in his family’s driveway.
The evening passed quickly, along with pleasant conversation over a delicious home cooked dinner (I hadn’t had one of those in a while) and some grumbling over what TV show we were all going to watch before Kurt was showing me to the spare bed set up in Finn’s room.
“I can’t believe you let me sleep all the way to Lima, Blaine,” he admonished. “Now, I’m not even sleepy!”
“Oh hush. I bet as soon as you get comfy in your own bed, you’ll be asleep in no time,” I retorted while smiling. “I’ll see you in the morning,” I said before clambering into the single bed and facing the wall.
Finn stumbled into the room only minutes later before throwing off his clothes and pulling on something to sleep in. “’Night, dude,” I heard him say as he snuffled into his pillow.
I lay there considering my options in the strange house. I had expected to be sleeping on the couch and not in Finn’s room. This way was a little awkward as I knew that sleeping wasn’t an option for another couple of hours and yet here the entire household was tucked in with most of its occupants out for the count.
Suddenly my phone lit up and buzzed with a new text message. Kurt, I sighed quietly.
To Blaine
‘How many sheep am I supposed to count before I can start laughing like the Count from Sesame Street?’
To Blaine
‘Why did you let me nap?! I didn’t even bring my textbooks so all this energy is wasted right now’
To Blaine
‘This is NOT working, I can’t get to sleep!! :/’
To Blaine
‘Help!’
To Kurt
‘Stop, Kurt. Just close your eyes and think of something peaceful. Try to shut your brain down for a minute.’
I wait for a minute to see if Kurt will do as I’ve suggested or the more likely option of ignoring my advice. My phone lit up again making me chuckle but before I get a chance to read the message Finn’s head reared up, “Dude! Just tell Kurt to go and make some warm milk. It always puts him to sleep,” before grumbling to himself, “And then maybe I can get some sleep!”
To Blaine
‘Nope, nada, not a sausage, not even a bean.’
I read and re-read the text before laughing out loud and getting a huff from Finn. “Oops, sorry,” I said meekly before tapping out a reply to Kurt.
To Kurt
‘Meet me in the kitchen. I have an idea ;)’
To Blaine
‘Now? Please don’t tell me you want to more of the apricot pie, cos Finn ate it the rest before bed.’
“Oh my God dude. C’mon, already. I’ll show you where everything is downstairs,” Finn grumped, throwing back the covers.
I stared at him blankly for a second before I realised Finn was waiting for me to get up and follow. I hopped out of bed and traipsed after the cranky teenager.
We met Kurt on the landing before heading down to the kitchen together. “It’s okay Finn. I’ll heat up the milk. You can go back to bed if you want,” Kurt placated before he stage whispered to me, “He sulks like a two year old when he’s not allowed to go to sleep.”
“Hey! I’m not the one keeping people awake with phones lighting the room up every other minute!” the tall boy said, getting even more pissy.
Kurt sighed. “Sorry Finn. I just wasn’t tired after my nap and I knew Blaine would be awake. So you can go back to bed now. I’ll take care of the milk and Blaine.”
Ooh, yes please. “And I’ll try to keep it down when I come back in,” I added trying to smooth the waters.
Finn dropped his frame down on a barstool and stared at them sleepily, “Nah, I’m here now. Can you make me some milk too? Please?”
Kurt smiled as he took in his step-brother’s rumpled appearance, “Yeah, sure.”
As Kurt moved around the kitchen getting things organised, I made a quick trip back to Finn’s room. Even though Kurt seemed fully awake, the bags under his eyes hadn’t lessened, despite the earlier nap and I thought if I slipped a pill into Kurt’s milk that he would get the full night’s sleep that he definitely needed. I donned my cardigan as I headed back downstairs, sleeping tablet safely tucked away in the pocket.
“You cold?” a frowning Finn asked as I reappeared in the kitchen.
“Yeah, just a little,” I shrugged. “Need a hand Kurt?”
“Could you grab the cinnamon and nutmeg over there please?” Kurt asked as he placed three empty mugs on the bench.
Kurt stirred in a dash of the spices before pouring the mixture into the waiting mugs. As he turned to pop the pan into the sink, I quickly dropped the tablet into a mug and picked up the other two, ready to hand one off to Finn sitting at the counter. But when I turned, Finn was no longer sitting and was, in fact, swooping in on the lone mug of spiked milk on the bench.
“Thanks bro. I’m gonna head up to bed. See you in the morning,” he called out softly as he left me gaping in his wake.
I shook my head wondering just how that plan had backfired and silently cursing Kurt’s bumbling brother.
“C’mon, we can drink these in my room,” Kurt suggested as he took one of the mugs from my hand.
After finishing our drinks and chatting about Wes’ gavel habits, Kurt’s eyelids were finally beginning to droop so I turned off his light and headed back to Finn’s room.
Using the light from my phone, I navigated past far flung shoes and a rogue schoolbag to get to the other side of the room. I noticed the mug from earlier on the bedside table and slipped over to see if it was empty.
Realizing that Finn had finished off the drink, I stood silently listening to the tall boy’s steady deep breaths as I decided what my next move should be. I was still annoyed at Finn’s attitude from earlier and that he’d deprived Kurt of a solid night’s rest. My eyes narrowed as I sat on Finn’s bed. I wasn’t particularly attracted to Finn. Although he was spectacularly tall, the boy held little appeal to me but I figured it couldn’t hurt to add some new photos to my private collection.
With the decision made, I carefully moved on the bed in order to pull the covers off Finn. The unconscious boy was on his back, arms strewn across his chest, mouth hanging open with the slightest of snores as he breathed in. I moved one arm at a time to rest up by Finn’s head so that I was able to slide up the t-shirt and expose his stomach and puffy pink nipples. The camera app whirred into life on my phone as I lined up shot after shot with the flash on. I made sure to get close ups of each nipple while they were still soft and puffy before I licked my finger and spread cool spit over each one, watching them pebble and become pointy.
I got a shot of my finger ready to flick one of the erect nubs before I let my tongue take over flicking duties. I slurped on a nubbin before teasing it between my teeth. Moving on, I took more artistic shots of the hair on Finn’s stomach as it led to his groin, trying to catch the hair in profile using the minimal light I had. Giving up, I put the phone down and leaned over to pull at the waistband of the pajama pants Finn was wearing.
Finn’s dead weight not helping me, I took my time pulling the pants down before scooping up the phone and taking a couple of shots of his underwear, particularly the profile of his dick and balls, pulling on the material to get better definition. I popped the phone in my mouth as I started to pull down the tighty whiteys that Finn was wearing. As I grimaced with the effort, the phone slipped from my teeth and fell with a meaty slap to Finn’s stomach. I froze.
Nothing.
Finn didn’t so much as move a muscle. I grinned, this was better than I’d hoped for.
I yanked down the underwear exposing Finn’s genitals fully. Once again, more photos were taken as I moved Finn’s cock around to get shots at differing angles. As I manhandled Finn’s dick, it grew in my hand, the tall teen unconsciously reacting to the physical stimulation. I pumped the cock a couple of times, getting it fully hard. Glancing around, I tried to figure out where Finn would keep lube or lotion.
I moved off the bed, pulling out the bedside table drawers and found nothing. I slid my hands underneath the pillows and still came up empty handed. In a moment of inspiration, I slid a hand between the mattress and the base. Bingo! A bottle of lube and a used sock, ugh. To get me back in the mood, I pulled off my bed clothes, there’s nothing like a little skin on skin action to get me off.
Climbing back on the bed, I popped the cap on the tube of lube and squirted some on my hand before taking Finn’s swollen cock back in hand. It seemed that the ungainly jock had quite the monster in his pants. I spent a couple of minutes teasing the dick before moving down to roll Finn’s balls in my slippery hand. As I squished and squeezed the sack’s contents, my own cock had grown in length and was starting to feel heavy as it bobbed between my thighs.
I pulled my hand back as one of Finn’s arms swung towards his groin. I watched as Finn’s sleepy hand scratched at the pubic hair before coming to rest, cupping his balls. After picking up my camera and taking a shot of that pose, I shuffled up the bed and leant my torso across Finn’s face to see if the indolent teen would react. I waited as Finn snorted in a deep breath before I swung a leg over Finn’s shoulder and resettled on my knees, legs spread wide so as not to put much weight on the boy beneath me.
Taking my own cock in hand, I aimed for Finn’s open mouth. Using the fingers from my other hand, I widened the gap so I could slide my impatient cock into the sultry heat Finn’s mouth that was being unconsciously offered. I pushed forward until Finn’s breathing hitched and my cock bumped into the back of his throat. Pulling back just slightly, I waited for Finn to resettle his breathing and felt as the wet mouth closed around my meat. As Finn started to suckle on my heavy dick, I reached for the camera once more to take a close-up of Finn’s mouth stretched around me.
Leaning on the headboard with one arm, I watched Finn’s face closely as I pulled back a little more before pushing all the way back in, forcing Finn to deep throat. Clicking another picture of the lower half of Finn’s face in the grimace of a gag was my pièce de résistance and I dropped the phone to the side to concentrate on receiving the impromptu blow job.
Pumping in and out of Finn’s mouth, I considered coming and forcing Finn to swallow but decided that the risk wasn’t quite worth it. As I got close, I slipped out of the wet mouth, content to let my slippery cock slide up alongside Finn’s nose and bump into his brow for a few strokes before squeezing hard around the base of my dick. I didn’t want to have to clean come out of Finn’s hair either.
I moved off of Finn’s shoulders, picking up the tube of lube, shuffling back down to the sleeping boy’s dick which had softened without any further contact. I re-slicked my hand and stroked the half hard dick back to life before smoothing more lube onto my own cock and wiping my hand off on the stomach before me. I pulled at the clammy hand still stuck on Finn’s nuts and pushed it off to the side. Deftly I swung my leg back over Finn’s prone body to straddle his hips. I scooped up both dicks between my hands and started to jerk us both off.
Eyes closing with the sensations of another warm cock against my own, I tugged them both, feeling Finn’s body starting to jerk and twitch underneath my weight. I cracked my eyes open just in time to watch Finn’s cock pulse as it was trapped against mine, come spurting out across Finn’s torso.
I love it when I could watch someone else come in person. Watching it on video was cool but a live show was the most sensual thing I’ve ever witnessed, it never failed to get me super horny.
I kept a hold on Finn’s softening dick as I continued to pump away, knowing I was close, before I was suddenly gasping as my own climax hit. My come spilled all over Finn’s soft dick as I stroked through it trying to wring the last drops of semen from my spent cock. My weight slumped down on Finn’s trapped thighs as I came back to myself, mulling over what I was going to use to clean Finn up with before settling on a dirty towel I could see from my vantage point.
Shifting off of Finn, I grabbed the used towel from the floor, wiped Finn down thoroughly before throwing into the almost empty laundry basket adding a t-shirt also from the floor to the top of the pile. I then pulled Finn’s clothing back to its original position and pulled on my own PJs and climbed back into the spare bed. A satisfied smile settled on my face as sleep pulled me back under.
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Part Four>>
Pairings: Blaine/OMCs, Blaine/Kurt
Spoilers: Set from 2x06, canon by day, AU by night
Warnings: Non-con, Somnophilia, Drugs/Alcohol, Manipulation, Oral, Frottage, Toys
Summary: Blaine is impatient. He doesn’t want to wait for true love to strike before he can touch another boy or have someone touch him, so he finds a way to make it happen. Although there are others, he finds himself lured in by his new roommate at Dalton, Kurt.
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I helped Burt unload both cars as we moved Kurt’s things into the dorm room and watched as Finn bumbled his way around, knocking things over and generally being slightly too loud or too crass to fit in to the surroundings easily. I waited as Kurt said his goodbyes to his family, making sure to wrap a comforting arm around his shoulders as they drove out of sight. At dinner, I encouraged the other Warblers to include Kurt in conversation and later helped him to ready his school supplies for the next day.
There was something about Kurt that is so unlike any other boy I’ve ever known. It’s not just the extensive moisturising routine or the massive musical collection on DVD. It seemed that there was an aura around Kurt that made me want to take the perfectly coiffed boy into my arms and never let him go. I’ve never felt this way before. I’m not even sure what this feeling is. But Kurt has competing qualities of fragility and strength, coupled with his elfin beauty and a sometimes bitchy mouth. He is a conundrum, one that I wanted to stay around to solve.
I let Kurt settle into his first night away from his family without incident. I’d explained to him that I didn’t require as much sleep as everyone else but would try to be considerate to Kurt’s needs. I made a show of putting my headphones on while watching a movie on my laptop, essentially giving Kurt some privacy to either mourn the loss of his home comforts and family or to fret over tomorrow’s start at a new school. As it turned out, Kurt hadn’t really needed the space and fell asleep immediately, the move taking its toll on him.
As usual, I woke before the birds but it wasn’t long before Kurt’s alarm went off much earlier than I’d anticipated. I watched curiously as my roommate blinked awake, shuffled off to the shower and then started on yet another moisturising routine. Sitting silently in bed, browsing a magazine, I glanced up as Kurt re-emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel. My eyebrows shot up and my dick took interest as I ogled my friend’s pale body.
“Morning,” I said smiling, eyes back on the magazine, “You’re up very early today. I thought I was the only one crazy enough to be awake at this hour.”
Kurt whirled around, startled. “Oh shit, you scared me!” he breathed out with a hand placed on his chest to calm himself. “I’m up earlier than normal to make sure I’ve got everything sorted before class, plus I was hoping you’d give me a tour before breakfast,” he asked hopefully while picking up his clothes and heading back to the bathroom to get changed.
***
“Wow, so that was a little daunting,” Kurt sighed as he dropped his school bag beside the desk.
“First day harder than you thought, new kid?” I said laughingly.
“Yeah, well okay, the class work being harder is to be expected,” he said with a small worried smile, “but the amount of catch-up work I need to do is concerning. There are just not enough hours in the day to get caught up before next week’s exams.”
“Don’t panic, Kurt. I’ll help out. And the other Warblers will lend a hand to share notes, I’m sure.”
“But, why would they help me?”
“Kurt! Why wouldn’t we help you? You’re trying out for the Warblers, right?” I continued as he nodded, “Well then, we look after our own. I mean, there are no shortcuts. But we’ll all help and support you as much as we can,” I rubbed his shoulders for a moment, “I promise.”
Apparently Kurt was really freaked out about the workload and spent the rest of the week going over various Warblers’ notes and cramming for the exams. Late night coffee runs and earlier than usual alarms became the order of the day, while Kurt’s sleep pattern and his skin suffered.
Finally, it was concern for my friend that had led me to forcibly remove his notebook from his hands on Friday after class and encourage him to go home for his family’s weekly dinner. But when he couldn’t quite make coherent sentences and his deteriorating motor skills caused a minor fracas in the library as he overturned a stack of books, I wasn’t sure he would make it home in one piece.
“Hi, Mr Hummel? Um, it’s Blaine here. Kurt? No, no, he’s fine. I mean he really tired but he’s fine. That’s actually why I’m calling. He’s been studying so hard this week that I don’t think he can make the drive to Lima safely.”
After some discussion, Kurt’s dad asked if I’d like to drive Kurt home and stay the night, and of course, I happily accepted the invitation. Kurt’s family seemed nice and I’d never turn down an opportunity to hang out with my roommate - sleepy or otherwise.
***
The trip to Lima was very quiet. As soon as the car was on the interstate, Kurt had drifted off to sleep while I continued to sing along softly to the radio. He was so worn out that I had to shake him awake once we were parked in his family’s driveway.
The evening passed quickly, along with pleasant conversation over a delicious home cooked dinner (I hadn’t had one of those in a while) and some grumbling over what TV show we were all going to watch before Kurt was showing me to the spare bed set up in Finn’s room.
“I can’t believe you let me sleep all the way to Lima, Blaine,” he admonished. “Now, I’m not even sleepy!”
“Oh hush. I bet as soon as you get comfy in your own bed, you’ll be asleep in no time,” I retorted while smiling. “I’ll see you in the morning,” I said before clambering into the single bed and facing the wall.
Finn stumbled into the room only minutes later before throwing off his clothes and pulling on something to sleep in. “’Night, dude,” I heard him say as he snuffled into his pillow.
I lay there considering my options in the strange house. I had expected to be sleeping on the couch and not in Finn’s room. This way was a little awkward as I knew that sleeping wasn’t an option for another couple of hours and yet here the entire household was tucked in with most of its occupants out for the count.
Suddenly my phone lit up and buzzed with a new text message. Kurt, I sighed quietly.
To Blaine
‘How many sheep am I supposed to count before I can start laughing like the Count from Sesame Street?’
To Blaine
‘Why did you let me nap?! I didn’t even bring my textbooks so all this energy is wasted right now’
To Blaine
‘This is NOT working, I can’t get to sleep!! :/’
To Blaine
‘Help!’
To Kurt
‘Stop, Kurt. Just close your eyes and think of something peaceful. Try to shut your brain down for a minute.’
I wait for a minute to see if Kurt will do as I’ve suggested or the more likely option of ignoring my advice. My phone lit up again making me chuckle but before I get a chance to read the message Finn’s head reared up, “Dude! Just tell Kurt to go and make some warm milk. It always puts him to sleep,” before grumbling to himself, “And then maybe I can get some sleep!”
To Blaine
‘Nope, nada, not a sausage, not even a bean.’
I read and re-read the text before laughing out loud and getting a huff from Finn. “Oops, sorry,” I said meekly before tapping out a reply to Kurt.
To Kurt
‘Meet me in the kitchen. I have an idea ;)’
To Blaine
‘Now? Please don’t tell me you want to more of the apricot pie, cos Finn ate it the rest before bed.’
“Oh my God dude. C’mon, already. I’ll show you where everything is downstairs,” Finn grumped, throwing back the covers.
I stared at him blankly for a second before I realised Finn was waiting for me to get up and follow. I hopped out of bed and traipsed after the cranky teenager.
We met Kurt on the landing before heading down to the kitchen together. “It’s okay Finn. I’ll heat up the milk. You can go back to bed if you want,” Kurt placated before he stage whispered to me, “He sulks like a two year old when he’s not allowed to go to sleep.”
“Hey! I’m not the one keeping people awake with phones lighting the room up every other minute!” the tall boy said, getting even more pissy.
Kurt sighed. “Sorry Finn. I just wasn’t tired after my nap and I knew Blaine would be awake. So you can go back to bed now. I’ll take care of the milk and Blaine.”
Ooh, yes please. “And I’ll try to keep it down when I come back in,” I added trying to smooth the waters.
Finn dropped his frame down on a barstool and stared at them sleepily, “Nah, I’m here now. Can you make me some milk too? Please?”
Kurt smiled as he took in his step-brother’s rumpled appearance, “Yeah, sure.”
As Kurt moved around the kitchen getting things organised, I made a quick trip back to Finn’s room. Even though Kurt seemed fully awake, the bags under his eyes hadn’t lessened, despite the earlier nap and I thought if I slipped a pill into Kurt’s milk that he would get the full night’s sleep that he definitely needed. I donned my cardigan as I headed back downstairs, sleeping tablet safely tucked away in the pocket.
“You cold?” a frowning Finn asked as I reappeared in the kitchen.
“Yeah, just a little,” I shrugged. “Need a hand Kurt?”
“Could you grab the cinnamon and nutmeg over there please?” Kurt asked as he placed three empty mugs on the bench.
Kurt stirred in a dash of the spices before pouring the mixture into the waiting mugs. As he turned to pop the pan into the sink, I quickly dropped the tablet into a mug and picked up the other two, ready to hand one off to Finn sitting at the counter. But when I turned, Finn was no longer sitting and was, in fact, swooping in on the lone mug of spiked milk on the bench.
“Thanks bro. I’m gonna head up to bed. See you in the morning,” he called out softly as he left me gaping in his wake.
I shook my head wondering just how that plan had backfired and silently cursing Kurt’s bumbling brother.
“C’mon, we can drink these in my room,” Kurt suggested as he took one of the mugs from my hand.
After finishing our drinks and chatting about Wes’ gavel habits, Kurt’s eyelids were finally beginning to droop so I turned off his light and headed back to Finn’s room.
Using the light from my phone, I navigated past far flung shoes and a rogue schoolbag to get to the other side of the room. I noticed the mug from earlier on the bedside table and slipped over to see if it was empty.
Realizing that Finn had finished off the drink, I stood silently listening to the tall boy’s steady deep breaths as I decided what my next move should be. I was still annoyed at Finn’s attitude from earlier and that he’d deprived Kurt of a solid night’s rest. My eyes narrowed as I sat on Finn’s bed. I wasn’t particularly attracted to Finn. Although he was spectacularly tall, the boy held little appeal to me but I figured it couldn’t hurt to add some new photos to my private collection.
With the decision made, I carefully moved on the bed in order to pull the covers off Finn. The unconscious boy was on his back, arms strewn across his chest, mouth hanging open with the slightest of snores as he breathed in. I moved one arm at a time to rest up by Finn’s head so that I was able to slide up the t-shirt and expose his stomach and puffy pink nipples. The camera app whirred into life on my phone as I lined up shot after shot with the flash on. I made sure to get close ups of each nipple while they were still soft and puffy before I licked my finger and spread cool spit over each one, watching them pebble and become pointy.
I got a shot of my finger ready to flick one of the erect nubs before I let my tongue take over flicking duties. I slurped on a nubbin before teasing it between my teeth. Moving on, I took more artistic shots of the hair on Finn’s stomach as it led to his groin, trying to catch the hair in profile using the minimal light I had. Giving up, I put the phone down and leaned over to pull at the waistband of the pajama pants Finn was wearing.
Finn’s dead weight not helping me, I took my time pulling the pants down before scooping up the phone and taking a couple of shots of his underwear, particularly the profile of his dick and balls, pulling on the material to get better definition. I popped the phone in my mouth as I started to pull down the tighty whiteys that Finn was wearing. As I grimaced with the effort, the phone slipped from my teeth and fell with a meaty slap to Finn’s stomach. I froze.
Nothing.
Finn didn’t so much as move a muscle. I grinned, this was better than I’d hoped for.
I yanked down the underwear exposing Finn’s genitals fully. Once again, more photos were taken as I moved Finn’s cock around to get shots at differing angles. As I manhandled Finn’s dick, it grew in my hand, the tall teen unconsciously reacting to the physical stimulation. I pumped the cock a couple of times, getting it fully hard. Glancing around, I tried to figure out where Finn would keep lube or lotion.
I moved off the bed, pulling out the bedside table drawers and found nothing. I slid my hands underneath the pillows and still came up empty handed. In a moment of inspiration, I slid a hand between the mattress and the base. Bingo! A bottle of lube and a used sock, ugh. To get me back in the mood, I pulled off my bed clothes, there’s nothing like a little skin on skin action to get me off.
Climbing back on the bed, I popped the cap on the tube of lube and squirted some on my hand before taking Finn’s swollen cock back in hand. It seemed that the ungainly jock had quite the monster in his pants. I spent a couple of minutes teasing the dick before moving down to roll Finn’s balls in my slippery hand. As I squished and squeezed the sack’s contents, my own cock had grown in length and was starting to feel heavy as it bobbed between my thighs.
I pulled my hand back as one of Finn’s arms swung towards his groin. I watched as Finn’s sleepy hand scratched at the pubic hair before coming to rest, cupping his balls. After picking up my camera and taking a shot of that pose, I shuffled up the bed and leant my torso across Finn’s face to see if the indolent teen would react. I waited as Finn snorted in a deep breath before I swung a leg over Finn’s shoulder and resettled on my knees, legs spread wide so as not to put much weight on the boy beneath me.
Taking my own cock in hand, I aimed for Finn’s open mouth. Using the fingers from my other hand, I widened the gap so I could slide my impatient cock into the sultry heat Finn’s mouth that was being unconsciously offered. I pushed forward until Finn’s breathing hitched and my cock bumped into the back of his throat. Pulling back just slightly, I waited for Finn to resettle his breathing and felt as the wet mouth closed around my meat. As Finn started to suckle on my heavy dick, I reached for the camera once more to take a close-up of Finn’s mouth stretched around me.
Leaning on the headboard with one arm, I watched Finn’s face closely as I pulled back a little more before pushing all the way back in, forcing Finn to deep throat. Clicking another picture of the lower half of Finn’s face in the grimace of a gag was my pièce de résistance and I dropped the phone to the side to concentrate on receiving the impromptu blow job.
Pumping in and out of Finn’s mouth, I considered coming and forcing Finn to swallow but decided that the risk wasn’t quite worth it. As I got close, I slipped out of the wet mouth, content to let my slippery cock slide up alongside Finn’s nose and bump into his brow for a few strokes before squeezing hard around the base of my dick. I didn’t want to have to clean come out of Finn’s hair either.
I moved off of Finn’s shoulders, picking up the tube of lube, shuffling back down to the sleeping boy’s dick which had softened without any further contact. I re-slicked my hand and stroked the half hard dick back to life before smoothing more lube onto my own cock and wiping my hand off on the stomach before me. I pulled at the clammy hand still stuck on Finn’s nuts and pushed it off to the side. Deftly I swung my leg back over Finn’s prone body to straddle his hips. I scooped up both dicks between my hands and started to jerk us both off.
Eyes closing with the sensations of another warm cock against my own, I tugged them both, feeling Finn’s body starting to jerk and twitch underneath my weight. I cracked my eyes open just in time to watch Finn’s cock pulse as it was trapped against mine, come spurting out across Finn’s torso.
I love it when I could watch someone else come in person. Watching it on video was cool but a live show was the most sensual thing I’ve ever witnessed, it never failed to get me super horny.
I kept a hold on Finn’s softening dick as I continued to pump away, knowing I was close, before I was suddenly gasping as my own climax hit. My come spilled all over Finn’s soft dick as I stroked through it trying to wring the last drops of semen from my spent cock. My weight slumped down on Finn’s trapped thighs as I came back to myself, mulling over what I was going to use to clean Finn up with before settling on a dirty towel I could see from my vantage point.
Shifting off of Finn, I grabbed the used towel from the floor, wiped Finn down thoroughly before throwing into the almost empty laundry basket adding a t-shirt also from the floor to the top of the pile. I then pulled Finn’s clothing back to its original position and pulled on my own PJs and climbed back into the spare bed. A satisfied smile settled on my face as sleep pulled me back under.
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