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“Don't forget to pay special attention to the super-sensitive corona (the ridge where the head meets the shaft) and frenulum (the thin ridge that runs the length of the underside of his penis). Periodically massaging them with one or two fingers will make him swoon.”

Kurt snorted. Only a women’s magazine article would use the word ‘swoon’.

He continued his search.

How do you give a blow job?

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“Don't allow your teeth to touch the penis.
Keep in mind that fellatio is for his pleasure, so concentrate on his reactions while performing.
Learn to take it all the way down.
Make occasional eye contact.
Lightly stroke it with one hand while performing.
You should also use a lot of tongue and gently play with his testicles.”

Hmm, thought Kurt, Wiki answers is more straightforward.

Then Kurt through of concentrating on Blaine’s reactions and promptly lost his OWN concentration. So he typed

How do you give a GOOD blow job?

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Searching seemed easier this time around. Instead of searching for broad topics like “gay sex” and “does it hurt?” Kurt had specific things in mind that he wanted to know about. So this time he wasn’t dragged to sites with “those movies” on them...he was looking for more...educational materials.

Blow job tips.

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What’s the perineum?

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Kurt stifled a giggle. OMIGOD...the taint! Kurt shook his head and clicked again. Whoa. Wikipedia’s article was very...descriptive. Hmmm... See also: Erogenous Zones.

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Male Erogenous Zones.

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The Prostate Gland

Kurt paused. This is what he wanted to know about. He wanted to know how to make this information useful to him. Some of the pamphlets his...uh...DAD (oh dear lord) had given him mentioned the prostate and how it was “stimulated” during anal intercourse. But they didn’t say how.

The arrow hovered over the blue link. It sat there like an invitation, “prostate gland” appearing happily next to the arrow in case he forgot what he was searching for. Like THAT’S going to happen, Kurt thought nervously, and he glanced back at his bedroom door to be sure it was closed tightly.

Closing his eyes he made his decision.

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Quickly he scanned the contents and his eyes widened. OH MY GOD. There’s even a section for “male sexual response”.

“It is possible for men to achieve orgasm solely through stimulation of the prostate gland, such as prostate massage or receptive anal intercourse.”

Because it was already there in inviting blue linkage, Kurt clicked the link to “anal intercourse.”

Over the next hour Kurt researched. He learned all sorts of terms from “scissoring” (Ok, well that makes sense...preparing makes a LOT of sense.”) and “rimming” (So serious cleanliness is a must...how do you even manage to get your FACE all the way IN there?) to “pegging” (So, wait. There are men who are straight that do this? And their wives/girlfriends/lovers do it for them?). Kurt had also determined that tomorrow he would further his research with...hands on experiments.

Going to bed that night was difficult. However, it was slightly easier after he came frantically into his right hand, the fingers on his left hand tangled in his sheets, teeth clamped hard around his pillow, Blaine’s name on his lips.

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Day 145 was torture for Kurt. Every time he saw Blaine he had to sit down or hide the erection that inevitably followed. Every time he closed his eyes he saw doing those things he read about to Blaine. Or better even - Blaine doing those things to him.

He now knew why everyone in the free world talked about sex. Had sex. Liked sex. Wanted sex. He now knew. And it was torture.

When Blaine touched his shoulder to ask him why he was so jumpy he squeaked and hurriedly clamored into his classroom, earning a stern look from his teacher. He told Blaine he was just nervous about regionals. Blaine eyed him curiously but accepted his answer.

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Much later that night, in the privacy of his own bedroom, Kurt marveled at how far he had come. He was sitting cross-legged on his bed, bathed in the low light coming from his nightstand, a towel underneath him and his maroon comforter carefully folded down to the head of the bed. He was wearing only navy blue boxer briefs and holding a well-earned bottle of lube. He had acquired it and a “personal massager” on his adventures three towns over earlier in the afternoon. He glanced at his nightstand. His clock glowed 12:07. Finn, Carole, and his dad were all sound asleep as he had been waiting not-so-patiently so there would be no chance that anyone would find him and ask him just what the HELL he thought he was doing.

His hands were shaking.

He couldn’t tell if it was from nervousness or excitement.

Either way he popped open the cap on the lube and poured a liberal amount in his left hand while he laid back on his pillows and closed his eyes.

Okay. Okay. I can do this, he thought as he pulled his underwear down over his legs and dropped them neatly on the floor.

Kurt let his right hand wander down his collar bone, whispering over first one nipple, than the other, concentrating on thoughts of Blaine. Blaine. Blaine touching me. Tonguing at my nipples. Teeth grazing them. He slowly circled the pale pink nubs, catching them between his thumb and forefinger and quickly squeezing, giving a small gasp as the sensation went straight to his already rigid cock.

Blaine...

And in Kurt’s mind it WAS Blaine’s hands. Blaine’s hand circling his aching length. Blaine’s hand fisting it roughly. Blaine’s other hand, slippery with lube, reaching lower, caressing his balls (causing Kurt to moan), and then slickly applying dragging pressure to that sensitive patch of skin between his testicles and his ass.

Kurt’s eyes flew open and he jerked, feeling the combined sensation of his perineum being stimulated and his aching cock being handled.

WOW, he thought. Good blowjob tip! And he almost - almost - started giggling but the sensations vibrating up his spine and flowing through his pelvis called him back. Research. Right.

Kurt continued the ministrations on his cock, although slowly because what he had in mind tonight required him to hold off his orgasm a bit longer.

With his other hand he continued traveling lower, ever lower, until he awkwardly reached his puckered hole. He shivered as he stroked the opening, concentrating on the smooth pleasure it sent rippling out and over his skin. He had never done this before. He had thought it was too dirty; too gross. But his reading the night before had helped him to understand what to do and how to make this pleasurable. He had read that it could be, in fact, mind blowing if he did it right. That was what he was shooting for as he stroked a bit harder and faster over his slicked opening.

This is sososo good. Just THIS is good. I want Blaine to do this. I want Blaine to be opening me up, making me ready...

Kurt almost lost it. Almost. He stilled his hands and concentrated every fiber of his being on not coming.

Gotta stop thinking about Blaine, he thought.

Slowly he began again, taking time to nudge, rub, and slip over his hole, readying himself and making himself want to try to put a finger in, until he was aching for it, dying for it. He slowed the hand on his cock and swiftly pushed his index finger in to the first knuckle, opening himself just slightly. He groaned at the tightness of the muscles there, but it felt good as well. His right hand continued as he pushed his left hand even deeper, his finger halfway into his ass and wiggling it slightly. His hips jerked up and his cock throbbed as he did so and he stifled a cry.

HOLY SHIT, he thought. Jesus that feels good.

He pushed his entire slick finger up his entrance...and then out again. His hips started jerking on their own, fucking himself on his finger while his other hand slid over the length of his cock. He was groaning, bearing down, and wanting more friction...so he slowly added a second finger. The stretch was immediate and intense, stinging him a bit. Kurt bit his bottom lip and concentrated on opening himself up, still awkwardly crouched, his other hand stilled.

He crooked his fingers inside, searching for that one spot...that sweet spot everyone kept-

OH.

OH.OH.OH.

There it was.

Kurt’s sweat-shiny shoulders strained as he found just the right spot inside of him that made his balls tighten and his cock throb. He bit his lip almost to bleeding trying not to cry out as he thrust his hips against his hand, crooking his fingers and lightly brushing that simple place inside him that made tight heat coil in his hips, his right hand rapidly jerking in time to his fucking fingers.

His last thought before his blinding orgasm was, Can I die from this?

He came suddenly, with a crashing force he felt in his bones. He came in white spurts striping his chest, his neck, and the towel under him and he didn’t notice or care. Waves of pleasure washed over him and his hips bucked and swayed as his orgasm subsided. All he could hear was the roar of blood in his veins, the pounding of his heart in his ears, and the gulps of breath he was taking.

Tentatively he eased his fingers out of his ass, hissing from the exit, and wiped them on the towel. Tugging said towel from beneath him, he cleaned off his chest. He placed all of his new items in the box below his bed and dropped, exhausted, into his bed.

Holy. Fuck. he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

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On day 150 Kurt tested a new research subject: the personal massager.

He determined that it was one of the best inventions ever made.

It also could reach wonderful places without such awkward poses.

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On day 160 Kurt tried to put his hands in the back of Blaine’s pants after seeing The Night of Neglect.

Blaine chuckled into Kurt’s open mouth, licking his bottom lip, and moving over to his ear.

“What happened to being patient?” he whispered, licking slowly from lobe to tip.

“Jesus Christ, Blaine. I am sick of being patient! I just want you!” Kurt hissed in return.

Blaine pulled back a bit, eyes searching.

“Kurt, I’m trying to do the right thing here. Just a little longer. That’s all I’m asking for. I want you to be SURE.”

Kurt arched his eyebrow. “Blaine, do you think I don’t know what I want?”

Blaine gently pushed Kurt against the lockers behind them and rested his forehead on Kurt’s. “Yes, I think you know what you WANT. But is it the right thing to do? I don’t know yet.”

Kurt sighed. His lovely boyfriend was so...well...lovely.

“C’mon Blaine, let’s go before curfew,” he replied, leading him out to the car.

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On day 166 Kurt had the shock of his life. Karofsky was going to work with him and not against him anymore. Who cares that it was all Santana and her wicked ways! He missed McKinley and his old Glee club, and while it was hard to leave Blaine he needed to be back where he belonged. And on day 167 he was there.

Unfortunately that also meant less seeing Blaine. Less kissing Blaine, too. And people were always HOME when Blaine came to visit. Finn. Carole. Dad. And they all LIKED Blaine...which was a blessing and a curse because that meant they all wanted to see him. Which meant they were never alone.

So Kurt set his sights on prom. But day 181 was not to be. Kurt wanted to curl up in a ball and die when that chance was semi-ruined by the emotional drain of the night. He just wanted Blaine to hold him.

And Blaine obliged.

In the following days Kurt continued his research and on day 190 Kurt called Wes. He had a plan and he needed help from the Warblers.