Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2010 05:25:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chubby Boy <chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com>
Subject: Artie and Finn part 3: Artie and Puck

Below is a part three to my series "Artie and Finn".  Glee, and its
characters are the property of Fox. I welcome your comments

chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com


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."