#kermithummel

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[that awkward moment when you wake up and start singing: "This could be trouble; I think I'm falling in love, falling in love with Kurt Hummel."]

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Cam barges into Kurt's room. "I got the DVD!"

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[dear Alex. I'll be at my grandmas until like 6, so just text me to plan our schemes.]

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Blowjobs

One time my best friend Alex wrote me a short story about me giving someone a blow job. It went a little like this:

Mmmm, just imagine, though. Sliding your tongue over the skin, and feeling your jaw ache because you have your mouth opened so wide, but it’s really not quite wide enough, becuase you can feel every inch of the soft skin against the inside of your mouth and it feels too good. It’s too intense, the way he’s twisting his hands in your hair, pulling you down further onto his dick so the head can brush your throat. It should hurt, when you relax your throat and take the whole dick in, and it does, but it’s a good hurt, and you want more, so you press your lips against the skin around the base of the dick and you suck, forcing his dick further into your throat, until you can’t breathe and the whole world begins to spin.

Oh, and then he’d pull at your hair and force you off so you could breathe, becuase he cares about you, but you just whine and stretch your tongue out so you can lick at the head of his dick, and you keep licking until he loosens his grip and you can sink back down again, filling your mouth and your throat with hard, warm cock that’s just beginning to pulse. You’ve never swallowed before, but his hands have started stroking the back of your neck, and he whispering to you how hot you look, on your knees, with your mouth stretched so prettily around his cock, like a gorgeous little slut. And when he’s about to come, he chokes out a warning, and then he cries out your name, and the cum is dripping down your throat, sliding across your tongue when you draw back to taste.

You’d suck down every drop, and the more you taste the more you’d want. So you’d try to keep sucking, but he’d pull you back. And the dick would slip out of your mouth with this quiet, wet ‘pop’ and god that sound would turn you on, and you’d just want to put your mouth around his dick again. But he’s gone soft already, and now you’re going to have to wait a few minutes before you can have what you want.

And without realizing it, you’ve started whimpering and moaning under your breath, slipping your tongue out of your mouth to lick your swollen lips as you think about what you’re going to get in a few minutes’ time. He laughs, and after stroking his hand through your hair he presses two fingers to the crease of your lips. It’s an invitation, and you accept it gladly, letting him slip his fingers into your mouth. You grab his wrist with both hands, and he lets you, lets you lick your way around and between his fingers while you wait for him to get hard again. He doesn’t mind, after all. It’s this same blind lust for a dick in your mouth that makes you so good at sucking it.