Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2012 22:18:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: D D <dlcf8900@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sam and Blaine 1

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.

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Sam was sitting in the library, staring into space and not into the
chemistry book sitting in front of him.


"Mind if I study with you," asked Blaine. "I'm not at all prepared for the
test.  Kurt and I were Skyping until like three in the morning."

"What?" asked a confused Sam.  "Oh, you mean the chem test.  Sure.  I don't
know how much help I'll be."

Blaine looked into the handsome face of his fellow Glee cluber.  The
gorgeous blond locks were hanging low on Sam's face, partially shielding
the gorgeous hazel eyes that caught Blaine's eyes a little too often.

"You look preoccupied.  What's up?" he asked.

"I guess I'm just a little depressed and pissed.  I know I haven't been
here as long as Brittany and Artie and I may not have the vocal power of
Unique and you but why the fuck wasn't I included in `new Rachel' contest
you had in the auditorium.  I'm part of the fucking group.  It makes me
wonder why if I made the right decision in coming back here."

Blaine was shocked.  He hadn't expected to ever hear this kind of depth or
emotion from Sam.  In fact, he'd rarely given Sam much thought at all --
beyond his beautiful face and those damn arms that prompted many a late
night wanks.

Reaching over to put his hand on Sam's arm, Blaine looked him right in the
eyes, saying "I'm so sorry, Sam.  To be honest, it never even occurred to
me that you'd have any interest in being the new Rachel.  I think we all
took advantage of the fact that you'd just be the new leading man of the
group."

"Whatever," replied Sam, feeling uncomfortable that he had even mentioned
anything.

"Not whatever.  Seriously man, I'm sorry. "

"It's okay, man.  I think it helped to vent a little.  Thanks for
listening.  Alright, let's studying for this test.  I don't know anything.
It's impossible to study at home."

"Still sharing a room with your brother and sister?" asked Blaine

"Yea.  I love the little fuckers; it's just impossible to concentrate."

"Well listen, why don't you come over tonight and we can study together?  I
made flash cards!"

"No Skype date with Kurt tonight?"

"No.  He and Rachel are up to something.  So you should totally come over.
I'll have snacks and my folks are off visiting my brother so it'll be
quiet."

"And of course, the flash cards," Sam said, smiling.

"Smart ass.  I'll see you at seven, okay?"

"See you then.  Thanks, man."

Sam arrived at Blaine's house just after seven and the two got right down
to business.  They nearly studied for two straight hours before they
started talking like real friends.  One of them would go off on a tangent
and tell some story, making them both fall into fits of laughter.  But they
spoke seriously, too.  Sam told Blaine about how his family briefly stayed
in a shelter after they had moved away from Lima.  In turn, and obviously
less serious an admission, Blaine told Sam that he and Kurt were fighting a
lot lately and he didn't think they would survive the long distance
relationship.

Blaine could feel himself falling for the blonde god in front of him.  Over
just a few hours of studying, laughing and talking about stuff like Glee
club, school and their friends, he realized that Sam was a sweet, goofy yet
intelligent guy.  He had opened up to Blaine about his dreams for his
future and made his heart melt.

"I don't think we're doing much studying anymore," Sam said as the clock
neared midnight.

"I had no idea it'd gotten so late," said Blaine.  "Hey, why don't you
crash here tonight?  No need to have to go home this late."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course.  Do you need some PJs?"

"Ha. If it's okay with you, I usually just sleep in a tank and my boxers,"
Sam said as he removed his jeans.

"Not at all.  I just sleep in boxers but I'll put on a t-shirt."

"Don't man, we're both just guys.  So do you have a blanket I can use on
the couch?"

"Actually, if it doesn't matter to you, my bed is a queen.  We can just
split it.  Anyway, I don't know where my mom puts the extra blankets."

Sam smirked.  "I'll avoid any commment about your bed being a queen.  But
thanks."

"Oh so now you're going to make some gay jokes, eh?" Blaine said with a
smile.

"You know Kurt thought I was gay when I first joined glee club.  He also
thought I dyed my hair."

"Oh I know.  He totally told me.  And I'd have to agree on the hair thing,"
Blaine teased.

Sam playfully slugged the brunette in the arm, not giving anything away
about his cherished hairstyle.

"But that's okay because Kurt thinks everyone is at least a little bit
gay," said Blaine.

"I guess everyone is a little gay.  A little.  Just a bit," said Sam.

"Are you saying..."

"That even I, Samuel Evans, is a little gay?  Yea.  I think so.  I mean, I
notice when a guy is cute.  A guy like you."

Blaine was silent.  He couldn't think of a thing to say.

Sam walked over to the bed and laid down.  Blaine, still shocked by his
friend's truth came to lie on the other side of the bed.

"I never thought you would have had hair on your chest.  Always pictured
you as a smooth guy," Sam said, reaching out to gently feel the fuzz around
Blaine's nipples.  "Very cute."

Tentatively, Blaine reached over to Sam's side of the bed, grabbing his
friend's arm.

"These arms," he paused for emphasis, "have always driven me crazy.
They're kind of amazing."

"Really?  Yea, I guess I knew that.  Why else would I work out so much?"
Sam responded with a big smile.  "What else -- what part of my body do
you like?"

"Obviously your smile and that face of yours.  But honestly?  Your abs.
The few times I've gotten to see them, I've always instantly gotten hard,
man."

Sam started to get out of bed and Blaine wondered if he had gone too far.
He shouldn't have said anything and just played like he wasn't at all
attracted to his friend.

Sam sat up in bed but instead of exiting the scenario, he pulled his wife
beater off, grabbing it with both hands by the bottom and pulling it over
his head.  He'd learned that that was the "sexy way" to remove a shirt
during his dancing days at the strip club he worked in when he was away
from McKinley.

Laying back down next to Blaine, he asked "well, what are you waiting for?
Go ahead.  Touch them.  Someone should appreciate my hard work."

Blaine was shocked at the invitation but didn't hesitate.  Reaching his
hand out, he let his fingers feel the ridges of his perfect muscles.

"Well?" asked Sam.

"They're amazing," he answered softly.

"You know what I always liked about you?"

"I couldn't even venture a guess," said Blaine.

"Your face is really cute so definitely that.  But when you wear tight
pants -- which you do pretty much all the time -- your ass is a sight,
man."

Blaine didn't know what to say.  Here he was, lying in bed with a guy he
had only considered a really attractive casual friend before today and now
they were confessing what they liked about each other physically.  And Sam,
a guy he had thought was nothing but 100 percent straight, had admitted
that he found him cute and enjoyed his ass.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait to respond.  Sam closed the distance
between them, gently kissing him with those big lips that so many people
referred to.  They were soft, surprisingly soft and Blaine found himself
kissing the blond back.  It was Sam who first pushed his tongue into
Blaine's mouth, rolling on top of him as their tongues starting fighting
each other for supremacy.  As Sam brought his hands to either side of
Blaine's face, Blaine was happy to give up control and surrender to the
stronger man's tongue.  Instead, he brought his arms around Sam's back,
feeling the strength and muscle under his hands, pulling him closer until
Sam's body was on top of his.

Finally, the kiss broke as Sam came up for air, remarking "You weren't
kidding about my abs making you hard.  I feel little Blaine poking me down
there," he smiled.

"First of all, he's not that little.  Secondly, more than your abs
contributed to the state of my downstairs friend.  And last, unless you
have a prize-winning cucumber in your boxers, you're hard too."

The two boys spent the next few seconds just smiling at each other and
admiring the scenery.

With little effort, Sam rolled the two over so he was now on bottom and
Blaine was on top.  His hands moved down Blaine's back until he was
grabbing the smaller boy's ass cheeks, massaging them in his hands.

"Well, hello sailor," Blaine said as he felt Sam's hands get closer and
closer to his hole.

"I told you.  I've always thought you had the cutest ass."

"And I'm perfectly fine with you enjoying it.  But I'd like a chance to
enjoy you, too."

"It is your house," Sam said, removing his hands from Blaine's ass and
placing them at his side.

"And don't forget it," Blaine responded as he kissed Same quickly on the
lips, biting on the bottom lip and looking into Sam's eyes.  He started to
move down, avoiding the temptation of falling into another tongue battle.
He reached Sam's nipples, sitting atop two beautiful pecs.  He gently
pushed his fingers into the muscle, feeling how deep they would go.  Sam
made his chest firm up, exciting Blaine who hadn't ever been with a guy
this cut.  He lowered his tongue onto the muscle, licking around the nipple
slowly.  Finally, he took the small nipple into his mouth, sucking at first
and switching to nibbling and then lightly biting the bud.  With that, Sam
signed and moaned, breathing in quickly.  Blaine kept this up for several
minutes, alternating between the two nipples.

Looking up at Sam, he asked whether it was alright for him to continue
south.

"Um, yea...I was kinda hoping we could," Sam said with a smile and this
look of lust that made Blaine's cock throb and asshole quiver.

Blaine briefly turned his attention to Sam's abs, not spending much time on
them but making sure his tongue outlined the definition that could be found
on the stud's stomach.

What he really wanted to focus on was just a little lower.  Blaine could
see the wet spot on Sam's flannel boxers.  He must be quite the precummer,
Blaine thought to himself.  Before seeing it for the first time, he put his
mouth over the protruding object, tasting the boxers Sam had been wearing
all day - maybe even more than that.  The fabric tasted salty, like this
wasn't the first time Sam had leaked onto them.  Lowering the boxers, he
wasn't surprised to find a thick, large cut cock.  Sam apparently kept his
pubes trimmed quite low, making the cock appear even bigger than it was.
If he had to guess, it was at least eight inches long.  He began by sucking
on just the head, letting Sam get used to the sensation. He kept one hand
on Sam's abs and the other playing with his heavy balls.  They were large
and he could tell that Sam hadn't cum recently.

Blaine began to work his mouth up and down the cock, wetting it with the
saliva that seemed to be collecting in his mouth.  He wasn't the most
experienced guy in the world when it came to giving head but he knew what
he liked so he wasn't exactly a novice either.

Sam was looking down at him with a look that said he totally wasn't
expecting this all to have happened but he was enjoying what Blaine was
doing for him.

A few times, Blaine was able to relax his jaw enough that he could take
Sam's entire cock into his mouth. At these times, Sam let out moans to show
his appreciation.  Blaine had started to jack himself off as he blew his
friend.  Something about this entire scene - knowing it wasn't necessarily
right and knowing that it was not something he had ever expected to happen
- also made it so fucking hot in his mind.  He wasn't being the bow tie
wearing, squeaky clean, nice Blaine that everyone expected him to be.  He
was lost in lust for this beautiful man and was totally giving himself over
to it.

"Okay.  I need you to fuck me with this.  Now."

"Don't you want me to suck you off first?" Sam asked, not hiding the fact
that he wanted to give Blaine some pleasure tonight, too.

"We can do that another time," Blaine said, unknowingly acknowledging the
fact that this wouldn't be the only time this happened.  He laid down on
the bed, pulling his legs up to give Sam easy access.  He could feel his
hole twitching in anticipation.  Sam stood in front of him, stroking his
cock to prepare for the entry.

He spit on Blaine's hole one more time, not worrying about his dick which
was still leaking buckets of precum.  Putting Blaine's legs over his
shoulders, he looked hesitant.

"Should I go slow or something?" Sam asked.

"No Sam, just fuck me.  Put your fucking dick into my ass now or I'm going
to fucking scream."

Hearing the former Warbler talk like that was totally turning Sam on even
more.  Looking at the hole one last time, he pushed his cock slowly into
his friend, feeling something so tight and warm he couldn't have ever
imagined."

"Fuck" he said, looking at Blaine like he was surprised.

"Now fuck me," Blaine demanded.

Sam's pace was slow at first, letting his cock explore the insides of his
friend and figuring out what got the strongest response.  Eventually, his
cock was completely buried into Blaine and he could tell that Blaine knew
it too, letting out gutteral sounds that no girl he'd ever fucked had made
before.

"Jesus Christ, you're huge,' Blaine shouted.

"Am I bigger than Kurt?" Sam asked with a cocky smirk on his face.

"What the fuck do you think?"

With his newfound confidence, Sam started to piston in and out of Blaine's
hole, pulling nearly all the way out and shooting back in.  He loved to
hear the moans coming from his friend's mouth.  He could tell he was doing
a good job.  He was dripping sweat onto Blaine's bed and onto his body.
This was the best workout he'd had in a long time.  After several minutes
of this, he knew he was getting close but he wanted to last longer.

Blaine seemed to be reading his mind.  "Let's switch up.  Lay down so I can
ride you."

Sam pulled out and followed to command of his more experienced
partner. Once he was flat on his back, Blaine smiled down at him as he
slowly impaled himself on Sam's cock.  Sam was amazed that Blaine could
smile through the entire thing, never hinting that it might hurt.  He
seemed to only get pleasure from feeling full of Sam's cock.

Blaine began to ride the dick, pushing himself off of it and then bottoming
out.  He closed his eyes as he felt the wet hard penis of his friend
hitting his prostate each time he came down onto it.  He did it so often he
could hit that special spot each time.  When he opened his eyes, he saw Sam
staring at him, his eyes full of lust and - what was that - suprise?

"Do you like this?" he asked the blonde.

"Fuck yes.  I think it's the hottest thing I've ever done."

Keeping Sam's cock in his hole, Blaine bent over so he could kiss his
friend, showing that he was in agreement.  This was indeed the hottest fuck
Blaine had ever had.  He'd never been this full before.  And even though a
part of his felt wrong for doing this, he couldn't stop feeling so good
about it.  He was being fucked by the hottest guy in school.  And they were
both enjoying it.

"God, Sam.  Your fucking cock feels so tight in my hole.  I feel like my
ass is milking it.  Are you close?"

"Yes.  I'm gonna blow soon.  Jerk yourself off so we both cum at the same
time."

Blaine didn't have to be told twice.  Keeping one hand on Sam's abs to
stablize himself, he started working his cock, stroking it with the precum
that was leaking out of his ass.  He stared directly into Sam's eyes,
seeing how close he was.  Sam grabbed onto Blaine's legs that we splayed
out on either side of him, knowing a big one was cumming.  It was Blaine
who shot first, spurred on by Sam digging his fingers into his calves.  His
first two shots went over Sam's head and onto the wall behind him.  The
next four landed onto Sam's face, one depositing into his open mouth.  The
rest of his powerful cum landed on Sam's chest and on the bed.

Sam, feeling Blaine shoot in a way he hadn't expected, suddenly felt his
cock hugged tightly by Blaine's ass.  As his friend shot his huge load, he
didn't stop riding Sam's cock.  He was literally squeezing the cum out of
his penis.  He shot strong and hard, hitting the deepest part of Blaine's
ass with his hot load.  He shot so much cum, he started to feel
light-headed and felt lucky to be lying down.

Once both he and Blaine had shot their loads, Blaine fell backwards off of
Sam's softening dick, exhausted from the fuck session the two had just
experienced together.  Both of their chests were still heaving from the
sexual workout, Sam's, however, was also covered with cum.

"Is gay sex always like that?" Sam asked.

"In my limited experience, that was the best thing I've ever done," Blaine
answered with a laugh.  He started to crawl up to Sam, cum leaking out of
his raw ass.  "I kind of made a mess...aw, it got on your face.  Sorry.
Let me get a towel."

"Fuck the towel.  Just lick it off."

Not having to be told twice, he started to clean up his mess, licking his
spent load off of Sam's defined abs, his thick pecs and finally, the face
he loved.  As his tongue went over his cheeks, he felt Sam's hand reach
behind him, touching his asshole.  Sam scooped some of his cum that was
leaking out of Blaine's ass and brought it to his own mouth.

"Yep, that tastes like me."

"You've tasted your own cum?" Blaine asked.

"Yea.  Doesn't everyone?"

"You, good sir, continue to surprise me."  With that, Blaine went in for a
deep kiss, tasting both of their loads in each other's mouth.  He didn't
know Sam could be so adventurous.  Fuck.  A few minutes ago, he didn't even
know Sam was "a little" gay.

After a few seconds of kissing, the two laid down next to each, not feeling
the need to talk.  Before they drifted off to sleep, however, Sam couldn't
hold back what he wanted to say.

"Blaine?"

"Yea?"

"I had fun tonight.  I mean -- damn that sounds fucking dumb -- I like
you a lot.  You're cool and I've never really opened up to anyone as much
as I did tonight.  You're like a real friend but more.  Thanks."

With that, Sam pulled Blaine closer, spooning him.

Blaine couldn't help but wondering if they had made a mistake.  Thoughts of
what would happen tomorrow, how he would tell Kurt and if this meant
anything ran through his mind.

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