This was a common dream, beginning as an intense make-out session and usually turning into a fantastic blowjob concluded with more soft kisses until I woke up.

This time however, the dream was different. The bright, foggy scenery faded to a reddish-black color and I finally saw Blaine's dick in my dream. Dream-Blaine had an almost comically large package, but I was delighted in my fantasy. I laid down and spread my legs for him, knowing this was how it usually went, but Blaine crawled over on top of me and then sank down on my raging hard-on. His thighs trembled in exerition as he rode me, lifting his entire body up and down on me all the while screaming my name. I grabbed his ass and thrust up into him like a jackhammer, the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other much louder than it would ever be in real life and my hips pistioning faster than any human could ever imagine to move, but this was a dream, and a sexy one at that.

Blaine kept telling me how big my cock was and how amazing I was at fucking. He told me I was beautiful, his entire world, and talented in between his screams of my name.

He leaned forward on me so he could nibble at my ear and suck on my neck, making it easier for me to thrust into him. In my dream, I was somehow able to see us from different angles. I watched my manhood sliding in and out of his tight and perfect ass, holding him open for me with my fingers, digging deep into his crevice.
There was no way to measure how long I pounded up into him, but everytime I felt like I was going to orgasm, I just couldn't finish for some reason, making this almost like a never-ending nightmare. I tugged on Blaine's dick, trying to get at least one of us off, but he refused to climax before me which was unfavorable for me because I loved watching him come on my stomach, but he insisted that we come together.

Gradually though, the feelings in my dream began to slip away, but were replaced with even better sensations, confusing me.

I initally wanted to hang onto this dream because I was almost sure I would climax that time, but the outside world had other ideas and soon enough I was ripped away from my dream and blinking into conscienceness.

I was instantly aware of the curly mop of hair that was moving up and down and the wonderful warmth that engulfed my penis. Blaine's hands were gripping my ass so tightly that I could see a bruise already blossuming under his middle finger, but it didn't bother me. He had his tongue pressed hard against the underside and it rubbed against the roof of his mouth which felt amazing.

He must have senesed that I was awake because he slowly pulled off of me and smiled a big toothy grin. "Good morning," he said, voice deliciously raspy. He immediantly started sucking on the head again and circling his hand on the base, apparently very intent on really working me over.

You know that feeling you get when you're getting near an orgasm that makes you feel like you've been turned on for hours? Well that's how I felt when I woke up, except this felt like a whole new realm of pain and complete and utter desperation for release. My entire body ached. I was covered in sweat and my stomach was clenched into a stifling tight knot in the pit of my abdomen. My precum was everywhere between my legs, all over Blaine's moving hand, and some had dripped down to the bed sheets.

"Did you hear me having a sex dream?"

He hummed in response which made my fingers curl into the bedsheets in want. He pulled off of me again, not bothering to wipe his lips.

"I hope you don't mind... But I've kinda been playing with you for a while. Whenever you looked close, I'd squeeze your shaft so you wouldn't. I wanted you to be awake when you came. "

"How long have you been doing this for?" I asked, eyes wide with a mix of concern and being turned on beyond belief.

He shrugged. "A a little over an hour maybe. It's quite entertaining, you should do it to me sometime."

"I'm just focusing on making it to live another day, much less another sexual conquest."

My heart was pounding like mad, the sweat coating my body a physical product of that. My mouth was insanely dry and I wanted nothing more than to jump out of my over-heated skin. Blaine's hand was quickly drawing me towards my orgasm and that familiar tighting sensation in my perinium area signaled my climax, but just as I was about to tip over that edge, Blaine's hand bore down on my erection, squeezing me tightly at the base.

That painful action disintegrated the buildup that had manifested and made me unsensibly angry. "Blaine, what in fuck's name? Just jerk me off!" I shot him a death glare as he only tightened his death-grip on my shaft and an unending beading of precum pushed its way out my slit and over Blaine's knuckles. The pushing sensation out the tip of my dick made my entire body shake and spasm as my back arched up. I felt sweat rolling down the curve of my back before my body slammed back down onto the mattress.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted when Blaine finally decided to start moving his hand again. I had been so damn close. Everything was brighter and sharper, but I was focused on the plainly hungry stare that my boyfriend was giving me as his shiny hand drew me close to a finish yet again.

"I swear to every diety Blaine Anderson, if you don't make me come in the next 5 seconds I will never touch you ever again."

He smirked. "Now we wouldn't want that now would we?"

He sank his mouth down once more, looking up at me the whole time as my dick slowly disappeared into his velvety mouth and his nose eventually connecting with my flushed skin.

Blaine pulled his mouth off of my erection, but continued jerking me off, his pupils huge as he looked up at me, face still hovering over my dick.

Needless to say, I had lost track of my countdown, but at least I knew he wasn't going to stop me this time if he valued his health. His hand was relentless and dragged me closer to my orgasm after every quick thrust. It almost felt surreal how my climax was at the mercy of Blaine and being coaxed out of my body by him. So goddam hot.

"Let go Kurt. Fuck. Come on. I want all of that hot cum in my mouth. You gotta shoot it up hard for me, Kurt, my mouth is way up here and I want all of it." Blaine paused to give my cock a lick from balls to tip, collecting my precum on his tongue and groaning.

He grabbed my sack and squeezed it, making my toes dig into the bed and my breath to fly out my body. My scotum felt heavy and insanely uncomfortable.

"You've been hard for a long time, Kurt. I bet you have so much cum for me." He unleashed another long moan and his shoulder was moving enough for me to know he was touching himself too. He helded his mouth open over my glistening dick, his breath hot and a tiny string of spit hanging from his red and swollen bottom lip.

The back of my head dug into my pillows as the orgasm that my body had been holding back for an undetermined amount of hours crashed over me like a ton of bricks and ripped through my body. I felt it create a strain in my thighs, the soles of my feet, my neck, my temple, my sternum and lower back, this orgasm truly wrecking my entire body.

Like Blaine had asked, I came hard, like close-to-pain hard, and I got to watch my cum spurt up into his opened and panting mouth. I felt my balls draw up tight as my body pushed out more and more semen, the product of being slowly stroked for hours without release. It hit his chin and some reached his right eyelashes, but most he fought to catch on his tongue. My inital orgasm pleasure (though absoutley mind-blowing) was already ebbing away when the contractions finally began to subside after at least 8 full and thick streams.

"Oh god Kurt, give me every fucking drop," he gasped, tugging at my cock like he was trying to ring me out, and I had to admit, it was one of the kinkiest and hottest acts ever, even though I had never heard him talk so filthy and needy.

Chest heaving, my dick twitched hard as it began to soften. I stared at Blaine who had a disturbingly happy grin on his face as he licked his lips and swallowed what he had caught in his mouth, but not before quickly rolling around my cum in the bowl of his tongue first. Holy shit he was hot.

Smirking, I grabbed his head and pulled it towards my crotch again and used my other hand to grab my cock and lazily smear the remains on his previously unscathed cheek.

He grinned even wider and turned his head to kiss my manhood, but even that gesture brought pain to my rubbed-raw member.

"Never. D-do that to me. Ever. Again," I panted out, my brain pounding against the inside of my skull and my dick oversensitive to every movement of my being.

He kissed the side of my head in a brief smattering of pecks. "I can't promise anything. You're really fun to play with when you're unconscience."

I tried to get up, and realized that I apparently wasn't the only one who had been hard for a while since the entirety of my right inner thigh and hipbone were coated in an obscene amount of cum that was not mine.

Blaine looked at his mess to my lips. Calling him out, I ran a finger through his remains and brought it to my mouth, sucking off the bitter substance.

Suddenly his mouth was covering mine, tongue edging past my lips and I only broke off the kiss when his thigh brushed against my cock making me almost cry out in pain.

"Babe, you gotta be careful, I think I'm down to my last layer of skin on my dick. I'm pretty sensitive."

"Sorry. And thanks for not getting weirded out by my little cum kink. I can't help it, it's just like the ultimate turn-on for me," He looked up at my eyes, judging my expression while his cheeks burned up.

I smirked. "Trust me, I think this little fetish of yours will prove to be a treat for both of us. That also explains why you're never angry with me for giving you accidental facials... Which I'm starting to believe weren't all that accidental."

He smiled and exhaled, probably relieved that I wasn't grossed out. He shimmed on me to rest his stubbly face against my abdomen. I pet his soft hair, hugging his head to my torso.

"So I'm guessing no round two?" he asked against my chest, pressing his lips to my tingling skin.

I laughed in exasperation. "Blaine, I'm still winded from round one!"

He contined kissing my chest though, so I knew he wasn't giving up just yet.

"Mmm, I'm so fucking horny today, Kurt. I had to listen to you make those amazing noises all night long." He paused to kiss under one of my nipples. "Let me fuck you baby? I promise I won't even touch your dick if you don't want me to. Comon' please, I'm begging for it."

I swallowed, unsure of how to turn him down. His hands were already traveling downwards though and a finger was edging closer and closer to my asshole.

"No, Blaine stop."

His hands immediantly returned to my thighs, and he raised an eyebrow in question. "What? Please Kurt, don't make me seriously get on my hands and knees and beg... Unless you're into that sort of thing." He tried to grab at my ass again, but I sat up quickly, almost hitting his chin with my knee.

"Blaine, no more. I don't even know what time it is and who knows how long we have until Dad and Carole comeback from their over-night trip. I just don't want you to right now."

He frowned. "Why not? Like I said, I'd be doing all the work and-"

"Well maybe I'm just not in the mood for you sticking your junk up my ass! Okay? Not like you know the feeling!" I yelled at him, already blushing at my words and turning myself away from him.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" he responded, clearly irritated. "And don't you dare act like you don't like bottoming. Or have you been lying?"

I shook my head. "No, I do love bottoming, it's amazing but-" I choked on my own words, embarrassed.

Blaine jumped up and grabbed his jeans, pulling them on without underwear. "I don't want to talk about this right now," he said.

"I think it's a bit unfair that I've never gotten to top you! There, I said it."

Blaine faced me, skin flushed. What he was angry or embarrassed about I was completely baffled. "I said I don't-"

"Well I do!" I yelled back, our voices getting gradually louder.

Now I knew he was getting angry. "You can't just let things lie can you? God dammit Kurt, you just have to keep picking and picking at shit."

"Fuck you Blaine! Don't do this to us! Just talk to me. I want to know why you always feel like you have to dominate me!"

Blaine's eyes bugged. "Dominating and being submissive is so NOT what this is all about!"

"Then what it this about then because I truly have no idea!" My frustration bubbled over and I emitted a soft sob. I was so confused and he wouldn't let me in. "Do you feel like you'd be less of a man or are you afraid of me? Do you not trust me?"

Blaine clenched his jaw and pulled on a shirt, the complete silence filling the room as I waited for him to answer me.

"It's nothing about that Kurt. It's actually something stupid, but I'm just not ready to have that conversation yet. I'll see you later."

"Blaine, don't leave," I said, trying to follow him out the door, but then having to stop because I was still naked. My delay allowed him to escape and I forced myself not to cry even if this was the first time in months that he forgot to say "I love you" before leaving.