Yo, this is my first thingy-mo-bobber on this site...Please, I guess be gentle on the critic. I also type super-fast, and don't exactly proof-read. So, meh. Enjoy!

   Kurt glared at the pamphlets in front of him. He wasn't sure if should have been thankful for having a father willing enough to talk to him about this kind of stuff, or be simply embarrassed because the man of his dreams had to talk to his dad to talk to him. All these topics were horrible. They made Kurt blush and feel awkward. About how to avoid STDs was perfectly fine, but how to check for prostate cancer and how masturbation kept your body healthy was another thing.

"Always make sure to have clean hands when you do so and always feel free to explore yourself in more ways than just your penis. Sensitive areas like your hips and chest, and for the real go-getter, your anus! However be sure to apply the right amount of lubrication to both your penis and your butt if you plan to get off, you wouldn't want to be sore, would you? Regular masturbation implies you're healthy, it helps build up muscles in your abdomen, and helps prevent prostate cancer, prevents erectile dysfunction, ups your immunity, and it even helps brighten your mood."

  Kurt blushed wildly and pushed away the pamphlet. His phone buzzed and Kurt hesitantly picked it up. Blaine. Well, that was fantastic timing.

Hey u. Just wanted 2 know how the talk went. Ur always welcome 2 talk 2 me about it, also guess wat i got in the mail today??? 

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  Kurt smiled at the thought of his curly-haired dream boy. God, why didn't he just love Kurt already? He opened up the attachment and his face flushed red. Blaine was in IronMan pajama bottoms, and he was shirtless. And here Kurt thought Blaine Anderson couldn't get any hotter. That oblivious little hobbit probably had no idea how cute he was, with big hazel eyes, his hair only slightly still gelled so it had a few curls peeking out and oh god, his body. Blaine had little dark hairs brushed along his chest along the sternum and made a trail that grew darker and darker until it seeped into his pants, with jutting hips, a six pack, and even that had Kurt in a mess. The Anderconda outline was definitely showing. How unfair.

  What if Blaine did know how hot he was? What if he knew Kurt wanted to be under that perfection of a body?

  And then it occurred to Kurt: he wanted to be under that body, and his half-hard on was begging for him to call Blaine and demand sex. Kurt bit his lip and shook his head. That's dirty. No, bad penis, go back to sleep. He's your best guy-friend. You were friend zoned. Apparently talking to his penis only made it more desperate. The more he looked at that picture, the more he wanted to trace his tongue all over the younger teen's body. Kurt put his phone down with the picture still blown up, and grabbed the pamphlet he was reading.

 Well, it says it's healthy, and beneficial, almost like working out. Right? It's not like he hasn't done it once or twice in the shower when he was thirteen. But, what about lube? Kurt looked around and his eyes stopped on his vanity stocked with moisturizers and hand lotions. Close enough. Kurt blew a brunette strand out of his face and slowly got off his bed to grab some hand lotion he hasn't used as recently. He walked back to his bed and placed the thin, white bottle on his end table.

  He climbed back onto the mattress and nervously looked at his skinny-jean's button. His dick was sat painfully against his thigh. He grabbed his phone and looked at the picture of Blaine. He noticed there was letters on the side of the sweats. Kurt hesitated again but pulled up Blaine's number to text him,

Thanx for the image! LOL What does it say on the back?

  Kurt waited anxiously and started palming himself through his skinny jeans. He gasped as he accidently applied too much pressure and lightened it. A little ding went off from Kurt's phone, a message from Blaine.

Haha! It obvi says Iron Man! Duuuh.

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  And there is it ladies and gentlemen. Blaine's round, firm, edible ass with Iron Man printed on it. His ass crack was showing barely and it wasn't just the ass that was perfect. His shoulders and muscular back. Oh god, it would be amazing topping Blaine too! Kurt let out a strangled moan and his now fully blown hard on was throbbing and practically screaming at him to whip it out. Kurt bit his lip shyly again and placed the phone on his end table. He undid his skinny jeans with trembling fingers and sighed with relief when some of the pain was released. He kicked the jeans off but self-consciously kept his sweater on.

  He palmed over his bright blue briefs and sighed. He adjusted his legs, seeing what position feels better, and tugged his cock out of his briefs. He gave it an experimental stroke up and gasped. He grabbed the bottle of hand lotion and flipped the cap open. He squirt a reasonable amount into his palm and lowered it to his cock. He choked back a whine as the cold cream hit the overheated flesh. He stroked it to warm it up and let his jaw slack slightly. As pressure built, he began to close his eyes and think of something that could get him off fast.

Blaine is kissing you passionately, sliding his tongue against your teeth and pinning you to the bed. He moans softly into your mouth and bucks himself against you. He undoes your Warbler tie and presses you down against the table. He swiftly unbuttons your shirt and kisses your chest all over, making you purr his name.

  His chest. Kurt slowed his strokes for a moment and thought about his chest. Would he actually enjoy his chest being sucked and rubbed and kissed? Kurt used his free hand to lift his sweater up just above his nipples. Kurt rubbed up his stomach and tensed up involuntarily. He moaned softly and traced his sides for a moment, still stroking his cock. He made it up to his chest and played with a light pink, perked nipple. Kurt placed two fingers over it and rubbed, then imagined them as Blaine's lips.

Blaine kisses gently over your porcelain skin, lapping over your nipples. He sucked experimentally and you moan into his ear, driving him wild. He pulls your legs around his waist and starts grinding your dicks together. Blaine is wearing way too many clothes, and suddenly, bam. You're both naked, kissing and touching each other. He sucks on your earlobe and asks you permission to fuck  you. "Yes, please! Anything, Blaine~!" He traces the center of your body up until your belly button, then down over your dick. "I want you so bad; turn around for me, Kurt." "Put your big dick inside me."

  Kurt groaned. 'Put your big dick inside me'? Oh, please. He would never say that...out loud. He could feel his orgasm coming close but wanted to try one last thing. He kicked off his briefs and flipped the cap open of his moisturizer again. He squirted more than the first time and rubbed it in his hands to heat it up ahead of time. He lifted his legs up a bit and slid a finger between his ass cheeks. He rubbed over his hole until it was slicked with the lotion. He pressed a finger inside of him and yelped quietly at the slight burn. Without too much warning, he shot a thick load of cum onto his stomach.

  Kurt panted and rubbed over his stomach to smear his cum and calm himself from his high. He felt blind from lust. He waited a moment before getting back up. Shit, his sweater. He groaned in frustration and pulled up his briefs and pulled down the slightly stained sweater. He grabbed his phone and looked at the picture one last time. He sighed and replied with an almost guilty heart,

Very cute Blaine Anderson. Your such a tease.

Blaine responded quickly,

You're*

Kurt smiled softly and lifted the sheets over his body, becoming quickly tired.