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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Character:
      Sam_Evans
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-06 Words: 1306
****** Nights on Stained Sheets ******
by rggellar
Summary
     Sam finds that porn isn't working for him like it once was, but an
     accidentally opened video opens a whole new world...
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It was late, Sam was bored and, worst of all, nothing was working for him.
Maybe it was something about the light. People said computer monitors were
designed for daylight, right? It was midnight. Maybe his monitor was just too
bright. Maybe he was just over all the fake breasts and bad acting. He had to
admit that porn wasn’t working for him like it used to.
He sat holding his limp cock, shifting on his bed covers as he tried to make
himself comfortable. Maybe that was the problem. He clicked through video after
video, trying to find something new, something else, something hotas he worked
his hand slowly and steadily over himself, trying to encourage the half-hard
uncooperative thing to grow, to become hard enough to jerk off, to be more than
something that bent in his hand everytime he tried to gain even the tiniest bit
of speed. He clicked open a half-dozen ‘recommended videos’, hoping that at
least onecould help him. This was getting embarrassing. His sex drive hadn’t
diminished. He got hard as often and as inappropriately as ever, but when it
came to being home alone with porn and time to kill, he ended up feeling like
Thor, unable to lift his own hammer and completely confused as to why.
He began to click through his open tabs, video after video of the same looking
women getting plowed, none of it doing anything for him, and he sighed. This
was getting pathetic. Maybe he’d just give up. He clicked on the last tab, and
his eyes widened. Fuck,he thought. That was a mistake. He’d opened something
gay. His fault for using a shitty site that didn’t list its videos properly, he
guessed. He moved to close it, to take him back to the main page, but he
stopped, taking his finger off the trackpad, just watching for a moment. In his
hand he felt warmth and thickness, but his eyes were locked on the video. It
was some boy, probably only 18, sitting on his bed, stroking his cock. If Sam
hadn’t been completely entranced, he’d have wondered just how many teens were
doing this right now. Instead, he felt like the video had been made for him,
like it was a coincidence too many, and the cute boy had his hand was stroking
himself as an invitation.
Damn.He didn’t want to admit how much he enjoyed the sight of it. More
importantly, he didn’t want to admit how much he was imitating it, how his legs
had fallen open to a similar position, how he felt like he was responding, as
if he was jerking off with the boy on the other side of the screen, the one
who’d never know he’d ever even done this, and how very, very hard he was in
that moment. He began to stroke faster and faster as the boy raised his own
speed, feeling a rush of lightheadedness as he realised just how close he was.
Fuck. Yes. Almost...He’d begun muttering to himself under his breath, and if
Sam Evans had been capable of multiple syllables, he’d probably have thanked
the boy for giving him back his mojo. The screen was swamped with recommended
videos as Sam realised it was over, just a short little clip, and he let
himself fall backwards on his bed, his cock still hard, still not at climax. He
groaned, his mind telling him that this was fate, that he wasn’t meant to get
off tonight. He lifted a pillow and placed it over his head, screaming into it
with frustration as small sounds filtered back into the room. He rose, letting
the pillow fall away, watching his laptop. The site had autoplay for
recommendations. Of course it did.
There was another video of the boy, this time with a toy. He was jerking off as
he fucked himself with a dildo, squatting down onto it as it stood on the
floor. Thor’s hammer was hard again as Sam wrapped his hand back around
himself. He wasn’t done yet. He began to jerk fast, desperate to cum, his eyes
fixed on the sight of the thick black cock that the young twink had chosen to
fuck himself with. It was an impressive item, and the sight of it darting into
his ass with each squat made Sam want to cum there and then. He closed his eyes
for a moment and imagined it was him, that the cock was his, and that this boy
was riding him, the cheeks of his ass slapping against Sam’s hips with each
squat. He opened them again to see the video finished again. He clicked onto
the next one, not waiting for the autoplay.
Now the boy was fingering himself. Sam rose to his knees, the soft bedding
making it hard to kneel. He adjusted the screen and watched, imitating the boy.
He had a hand behind him, his knees spread, his fingers deep inside. Sam
continued to jerk off, slow rhythmic motions with one hand, as he let his own
hand wander behind. This was crazy, right? But the boy made it look so good.The
look on his face was practically orgasmic. Sam’s fingers brushed over his tight
hole and his whole body seemed to seize, to react to the motion, but he
persisted, relaxing as his forefinger traced lines around his asshole while his
hand pumped away furiously at his cock. Fuck. He had to try it. He couldn’t
resist. He lifted his hand to his mouth and slipped a finger inside his lips,
letting his tongue drool spit over his finger. He looked back at the boy. He
was lying down now, on his back, his ass raised as he finger-fucked himself.
Sam decided to do the same, knowing he couldn’t watch while he did it. He
turned the sound up, the young twink’s moans echoing in his room as he settled
back.
He shifted his legs back, adjusting his position. He was exposed, and his slick
finger found its way to his ass as he resumed his grip on his cock. He pushed
gently at first, completely unsure of himself and too wrapped up in the moment
to ask whyhe was doing it, but the twink moaned and Sam pushed harder, his
asshole opening, a bolt of electricity shooting through his body as warmth
encased his finger. He was jerking furiously, the sensation of being inside
himself just working,urging him onwards, pressing him so close to the edge. He
began to move it, finger-fucking himself the way the twink did, his moans
matching to those of the boy in the video. They were almost rhythmic, regular,
each full of the word fuckas he pushed his finger deeper and deeper, as his
hand pumped harder and faster. His hips buckled, pushing themselves upwards as
he came, as he shot hot cum over his body, as the sheer force of the reaction
pulled his hand from his ass and pushed it to the sheets as he gripped them,
his cock cumming like it never had before.
He lay panting for a moment before he gained his senses back, before he
realised just how far he’d shot his load, what the salty taste was as he licked
his lips. It wasn’t bad at all. He sat upright, wiping himself clean with an
old t-shirt, not worrying about his face, instead just cleaning up the mess
from his chest. He sat for a moment, adjusting himself, feeling his ass relax
after his exploration. It was like a dull throbbing that he couldn’t ignore. He
looked at his laptop. There were dozens of videos of the same guy.
Maybe he’d just watch one more, he said, raising his hand to his mouth again.
 
End Notes
     This was a GKM Fill ( http://glee-kink-meme.livejournal.com/
     43590.html?thread=58857798#t58857798 )
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