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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi, M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Burt_Hummel/Kurt_Hummel, Blaine_Anderson/Burt_Hummel, Blaine_Anderson/
      Kurt_Hummel, Blaine_Anderson/Burt_Hummel/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Burt_Hummel, Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Somnophilia, Parent/Child_Incest, Slut_Shaming, Threesome_-_M/M/M
  Series:
      Part 5 of Such_Good_Boys
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-18 Words: 3584
****** Such A Sleepy Boy ******
by gigi42
Summary
     Kurt has a sick day and Mister Hummel encourages Blaine to help
     himself.
 
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Blaine reached for the front door knob and twisted it, expecting the door to
swing freely as usual on a Monday morning, but today? Today it was locked.
He pulled his keys from his pocket. Using the spare that Mister Hummel had
given him, Blaine opened the door and found the house quiet. Usually both
Hummel men would be in the kitchen, often partaking in a blowjob or
occasionally in Kurt’s bed.
Walking through the deserted kitchen, the only sign of life was an abandoned
coffee cup on the bench, so Blaine headed downstairs to Kurt’s room. Perhaps
Mister Hummel was giving Kurt what he affectionately called ‘a wake-up call’,
which didn't seem to happen all that often, mostly when Kurt didn't have to go
to school.
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As he made his way down the stairs, he spied Mister Hummel, bare, straddled
over his naked best friend’s thighs, pounding into him hard.
He paused for a moment on the last step and waited to hear Kurt’s delicious
noises as he came but he suddenly realized that the only noises were in fact
Mister Hummel’s grunts and the squeaking of the bed frame. Walking over, he
rounded the bed to greet his friend's father and to find out why Kurt is
silent. Even if he were gagged, there would normally be some noise.
Raising his hand in greeting, he spotted Kurt’s face hanging over the side of
the mattress, his features slack and mouth hung open. Blaine looked up
bewildered.
“Mornin’ kid.”
“H-hi. What’s the matter with Kurt?” Blaine asked curiously. Mister Hummel
didn't lose a beat and continued to fuck Kurt.
“Nothin’ much. He wasn’t feeling well this morning when he woke up, so I gave
him a dose or two of Nyquil and sent him back to bed. Gotta a cold, I think.”
Blaine’s eyebrows rose and he crouched down to check if Kurt was conscious at
all. He wasn’t. A soft puff of breath came every time Mister Hummel pushed back
into him. Blaine traced his open mouth with his thumb, his thoughts interrupted
by Kurt’s father.
“He’s beautiful when he’s like this. Such a sleepy boy, my baby is.”
Blaine glanced up at the older man, feeling slightly disturbed and the look
obviously showed on his face.
“What? It’s ok, bud. He’d never deny his Daddy’s needs.”
Blaine’s brows furrowed as he looked back at his best friend’s sleeping face.
He looked peaceful, happy even, even if his breathing was a little snuffly.
“He has such a pretty mouth. Shame for it to go to waste, don’t you think?”
Mister Hummel suggested. “Stand up, boy. Show me what you’ve got for him this
morning.”
As if on auto-pilot, Blaine stood and unbuckled his belt, unzipping and shoving
his pants down to mid-thigh. He was only half hard but one look at the Mister
Hummel, leering at him while he rocked into Kurt, stiffened him up quickly.
“Use his mouth, Blainey. He likes it. He took me so deep before. Just make sure
you let him breathe.”
Blaine pumped his cock a few times as he shuffled forward and dipped inside a
little to let the top of Kurt’s tongue touch him. He pulled back, hesitant to
fuck his unconscious friend’s mouth. Kurt’s hot breath blew against his
sensitive skin as he hovered at his lips.
“What about work?”
“Looks like we’ll be late. Just this once.”
Just then, Kurt grunted and body wiggling a little, he closed his mouth over
the head of Blaine’s dick and smacked his lips together, suckling for a moment
before he resettled and his mouth grew slack.
“That’s it, boy,” Mister Hummel remarked as Blaine’s head fell back at the
movement. “He’s hungry for it, huh? Show me how you use that cock, Blainey.”
The boy held the base of his dick and pushed deeper into Kurt’s mouth, the warm
wet mouth gave no resistance to the intrusion. Pulling back, Kurt’s tongue got
in the way as he swallowed but Blaine took a moment for his mouth to relax as
he pushed in once more, this time deeper. The slow slide took him all the way
in, until he hit the back of his friend’s throat. He paused for a second and
waited for a reaction but none came except for the snuffly snort of breathing
as Kurt tried to pull a breath through his blocked nose.
He pulled back again, waited for Kurt to take a proper breath through his
mouth, then followed it down Kurt's windpipe with his dick. Lodged in Kurt’s
throat, Blaine pushed a touch harder as he tried to get in deeper and Kurt’s
nose touched his abdomen. He pulled out and tried again, less gentle this time,
pushing until his friend’s face was mashed up against him, his clipped dark
curly hair at the base of his cock being tickled by the spread of Kurt’s lips.

“Yeah. Do it again, Blainey,” Kurt's father gasped as Blaine fucked his
sleeping friend's face with growing boldness. As the older man's strokes into
his son grew shorter and rougher, so did Blaine’s. “Uh, fuck, kid. I’m gonna
cum. Uh!” Mister Hummel groaned.
Blaine made sure to hold onto Kurt’s head while he shoved his length back down
Kurt’s throat when his friend's father looked like he was going to unload.
Blaine watched as the older man pressed in hard, hips pulsing against the
spread pale cheeks of his best friend as he roared his satisfaction. He waited
until Kurt’s throat tightened around his cock in an effort to breathe and then
he waited for a beat or two more, the contractions heavenly.
“Fu-uck,” he stuttered as he unwillingly pulled out of Kurt’s mouth and gave
him a chance to suck in a deep breath.
“Feels good, don’t it?”
“Uh, uh huh.”
“C’mere. Try this. You’ll like this too.”
Blaine stumbled forward and tripped on a discarded rode and boxers. He stopped
and stripped quickly while Mister Hummel pulled out of Kurt and shuffled over
to lie down next to his sleeping son. Blaine climbed up onto the bed taking up
the older man’s former position over top of Kurt’s closed legs.
Mister Hummel smiled at him. “S’ok. I got him all ready for you, boy.”
Blaine’s dick throbbed in his hand as he pointed it downwards, between Kurt’s
ass cheeks, and searched for his used entrance.
Sliding along the slick trail of Mister Hummel's cum, his cock entered the
flared hole with little resistance. The sucking velvety heat pulled him in
further as the walls rhythmically tightened a little and loosened without any
effort from Kurt. Blaine sat there, balls deep inside his best friend just to
feel Kurt’s body react to the penetration.
Mister Hummel frowned as he stroked a hand over his son’s bare back. “Aren’t
you gonna fuck him, Blainey?”
“I will,” Blaine replied softly. “Just letting him feel me,” he said as he
scratched his nails lightly over the plump bum cheeks and watched as goose-
bumps appeared. “Is-is he…Does he get?”
“Hard? Not really.”
“Oh.”
And maybe that what was partially weird about this, aside from the obvious…it
was the fact that Kurt wasn’t an active participant in their activities.
Because up ‘til this point, although Mister Hummel had joined them a couple of
times and Blaine had watched just the two of them together before joining in,
he’s never been one on one with Mister Hummel and now it seems that Blaine was
the center of attention.
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“Talk to me, Blainey. How’s he feel?”
The boy pulled back and with a squelch, pushed back in as deep as this position
allowed. “H-he’s so wet.”
Burt smiled fondly as he ruffled Kurt’s hair. “Yeah. He’s a little slut like
that.” He glanced over as Blaine made a choking noise while he continued to
slide in and out of his son. “He’s our little slut, isn’t he Blainey?”
“Our slut?” the dazed teen asked.
“Yeah. He’s our own personal little slut and he likes your dick, Blainey. Loves
it, in fact.”
“Loves it.”
“Mmm, he tells me how much he likes your big cock, kiddo.”
“He does?”
“He tells me how much he likes it. Being your little whore.”
“My w-whore?”
“That’s right, Blainey.  He's so willing. Just wants you in his tight lil’
hole, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“Feel good?”
“Mm, yeah. Still so tight.”
“He’s making it good for you. Just like a good lil’ slut.”
“Mm, my good little slut.”
“Whatcha gonna do, Blainey?”
Blaine’s head tipped back as his hips rolled on constant repeat. “Mm, gonna
fuck it.”
“Gonna fuck what, baby?”
“Gonna fuck this pretty little hole. Gonna fuck-”
“Yeah?”
Blaine dropped his head back down. The kid stared at Burt as he picked up speed
and watched him stroke his newly hardened dick. “Gonna fuck my little slut,
Sir.”
“Mm, you do that, Blainey. You do that.”
The sound of Blaine as he smacked into Kurt and the slippery slap of Burt's
hand pumping his cock, contrasted with their heavy breathing and the soft
snuffles that came from Kurt.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Blainey.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm, yeah. You want some for yourself?” he asked as he waved his cock at the
teen. At Blaine’s nod, he moved behind him, pushed Kurt’s legs apart to get in
between and dove for the lube before it rolled off the edge of the bed. He wet
his fingers and pushed on Blaine’s lower back, getting the boy to fall forward
over top of Kurt. He sped through fingering him, wanting to get inside before
the kid came inside his son, wanting to feel the boy tighten around his own
cock.
He let the three fingers lie still inside of Blaine as the teen sat up a
little. The boy spread his knees wide and fucked into Kurt with long slow
strokes. Blaine's hands splayed across Kurt’s upper back, pushing him into the
mattress as he thrust harder and harder. The tight clench of the kid’s
sphincter around Burt’s digits signaled his orgasm and he watched as Blaine
heaved in deep, balls pressed tight against his son as everything pulsed.
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Blaine let out a long deep groan as he pumped another shot of cum into his best
friend. He pulled out as the last of it spurted across the gaping hole. “Ohhh,”
he moaned and plunged straight back inside. A white trickle of overflowing cum
dribbled down Kurt’s ball sack and onto the sheet. “Fuck! Fuck, Kurtie. Such a
good little slut,” he groaned as he worked through his release. “Mmm, my
perfect little whore,” he mumbled as he leaned down to kiss at Kurt’s shoulder
and cheek.
As the fingers inside him disappeared, Blaine took a deep breath and readied
himself to pull out.
“Wait there, kid. You got me so hot. Fuck! Just need to…”
Blaine sucked in a breath as Mister Hummel breached his entrance. The hot cock
pushed in heavily and forced his own softened cock further into Kurt’s sloppy
hole. There was a sickly squelch as cum bubbled up and oozed around his dick
and pooled between Kurt’s thighs.
“Uh.” Blaine clenched around Mister Hummel’s hefty shaft as it slithered inside
him. He felt the vibrations of the older man’s rumbling groan as he held tight
against Blaine's ass with his hips, fingers dug in to his skin to hold him
still.
“Oh, yeah, Blainey. Such a pretty lil’ ass. It loves a big cock, doesn’t it?”
“Ohhh.”
Mister Hummel pumped his hips a few times before he withdrew slowly and pulled
out.

***
“Fuck. Look at all that cum. You creamed him good, Blainey,” Burt murmured as
he ran his fingers through the puddle, letting his thumb roll the fluid between
his fingers. “Jesus,” he mumbled, scooping some up and smearing it across his
cock before lying down close to Kurt. “C’mere, kid. Let me fuck you properly.”
The teen pulled out with a sucking sound and he clambered over to straddle
Burt. The boy tucked his feet in under Burt's knees and guided his fat cock in.
Sitting up, Blaine pushed down as Burt groaned deeply and the kid started up a
quick rhythm bouncing up and down on his dick. Leaning forward, he braced his
hands on Burt's chest and worked himself tirelessly as Blaine's wilted dick
regained its erection.
“Fuck, yeah. Work it, Blainey.”
“Uh.”
“Yeah, get all the way down on that fucking dick, boy. Go all the way down.
Yeahhhh. Lemme hear you, baby.”

“Muh,” Blaine whimpered over and over as he rode Burt.
“Yeah, yeah. Good boy.Yeah. Ohhh, good boy!”
“Uh, uh.”
“Yeah, fuck. Good boy,” he praised as he pulled Blaine to lie against his
chest. He kept the teen still, otherwise he was going come too quickly, and he
wanted to draw out all the pleasure he could get from this kid. Wrapping his
arms around him, Burt stroked his hands all over his body, as far as he could
reach while they laid there with his cock buried inside the boy. “Such a good
boy, aren’t you? You feel so good on my dick, Blainey. Fuck.”
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Blaine’s face slipped against the older man’s sweaty neck as he nuzzled in. It
was disgustingly dirty. And perfect. He tried to keep his ass pulled in tight
but with Mister Hummel’s roaming hands, he couldn't help but to relax all his
muscles entirely as their breathing synchronized.
All of a sudden he was hit in the head as Kurt turned himself over sloppily, an
arm skated across Blaine’s head and Mister Hummel’s face.  Blaine lifted his
head in time to see his friend's father's face scrunch up in annoyance as Kurt
slapped a hand over his nose. He smiled as the older man removed the offending
hand and dropped it on the pillow.
“Up you get, Blainey. Let’s give our boy some space here.”
Blaine lifted himself off and ended up climbing off the bed to tug Kurt into a
better position instead of starfishing across the entire bed. “C’mon, Kurtie.
You gotta share.” His struggles were in vain as Kurt flung his legs wide and
rolled over. His friend's father chuckled at Kurt's unconscious insistence.
After a few minutes, Kurt calmed down and rolled back onto his stomach although
still in the center of the bed. Mister Hummel leaned over to check that his boy
wouldn't be suffocated by the pillow he was lying on and moved down to kneel in
between his son’s spread eagled ankles once more. He jerked his head to get
Blaine to climb back onto the bed.
“Looks like your lil’ slut wants to feels you while you get fucked.”
Blaine looked over his shoulder at Kurt’s father questioningly.
“On your hands an’ knees, Blainey.”
Blaine propped himself up with his hands on either side of Kurt’s waist, knees
spread wide as he pushed Kurt’s legs wider still.
“Such a smooth lil’ hole. Ready for me to hit that spot, boy?”
“Mm hmm.”
Mister Hummel stood and walked into position above Blaine’s ass then squatted
over both boys and sunk his cock slowly into Blaine’s waiting hole. “Ahhh, feel
that ass twitching. Fuck. Take it, baby.”
Blaine clenched hard as whimpers fell from him with each stroke in and out.
“Ohhh, fuck. Oh fuck. Beg for that fucking dick.”
“Oh, oh, yes!”
“Right there?”
“Uhhh.”
“So good, right there, huh? Thatta boy. Oh fu-uck. Nice and tight, Blainey.
Fuck.”
Blaine braced himself as he shook out a hand, his wrist sore.
“Lie down, baby.”
He moved to lay down over top of Kurt and molded himself to his body. Blaine's
leaking cock slid between his friend’s still wet cheeks.
Mister Hummel braced himself against Blaine’s back as he squatted down again
and sank deep in one stroke. “So fucking good. You like that cock.”
“Yeah.”
“”Let’s see can I find that spot again, hmm?” Kurt's father asked as his knees
splayed wide. He sank deeper into the Blaine and ground in a circular motion
searching for his prostate.
Blaine wiggled around trying to get him in the right spot. His cock slipped in
the valley of Kurt’s ass and he couldn't help but hump against him a little.
“Ohhh,” he cried, his voice breathy.
“There?”
“Y-yeah!”
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Burt held himself still as the kid worked himself over the dick buried inside
him and rutted selfishly against Kurt simultaneously.
“Mmm, that spot right there. Oh, so good. Fuck, Blainey,” Burt cursed as he
restarted his thrusts. He bounced for a bit before Blaine started to push back
again. “So tight. Yeah, such a good slut.”

Burt let himself sit against Blaine's ass, buried as deeply as possible inside,
making the boy whine and rotate his hips. He then laid himself along Blaine’s
back for a moment, gathered his breath and got his balance back on his hands to
fuck back in. Burt drilled into Blaine steadily. “Mmm, yeah. Ohhh,” he groaned
as he pulled back and then drops back down. The slick noises of his lubed and
leaking dick as it slid into the boy were the only sounds other than his
growling as he fucked in faster and faster.
“Oh, I found your fucking spot, boy. Yeah, I found it,” he groaned as Blaine
whimpered loudly.
Burt started to hammer in, groaning. “Oh fuck! Ohhhh, fuck. I’m cumming, boy.
Ohhhh fuck, you made me cum,” he growled as his dick kept working in and out,
streaked white and creamy. He held himself tight to the Blaine's ass as the
last pulses shot deep inside the boy.
Burt sighed heavily and pulled out. He sat back on his haunches to watch his
cum trickle out of the neighbor’s kid. “Fuck, that ass is so fucking sexy.
Teasing me,” he mumbled as he leaned in to lick up the creamy trail. He
gathered it on his tongue and pushed it back inside of Blaine’s hole.
“Ohhh,” Blaine cried, voice high and tight. “Fuck!”
Burt spoke with his lips against the teen’s rim. “G’on an’ fuck your lil’ slut,
Blainey. Fill my boy up.”
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Blaine took a second before he realized that his dick was pressed against
Kurt’s asshole once more. He tried to push in slowly. “Hgnh, tight. So tight.”
A sucking sound came from his own ass as Mister Hummel slurped up his release
and then grabbed at Blaine’s arm to pull him up into a sitting position.
Ducking his head down over his son's ass, Mister Hummel spat a glob of pearly
cum and saliva on Blaine’s half entrenched dick.
Blaine pulled out to let the spittle slip into the crevice, lined back up and
pressed back in successfully. He settled his weight and pulled at Kurt’s hips
so they tipped up, he then pushed in just that little bit farther and savored
the feeling. Mister Hummel resettled his tongue back along Blaine’s crack and
continued to lap at his hole.
“Uhhhh,” Blaine moaned as fingers played with his rim while the silky glove of
Kurt’s ass sucked at his cock relentlessly. He pressed in with tiny thrusts
into his best friend as Kurt’s father fucked fingers into him harshly, probing.
“Gonna find it again, Blainey. Here? Is this your magic spot?”
“Hgnh!”
Mister Hummel chuckled as he pressed and twisted his fingers against the boy’s
prostate again.  “You’re my lil’ slut now. My special little slut.”
“Oh God. Uhhh. Oh, oh. Fuck! Fuck!” Blaine wailed as he pushed further into
Kurt and clenched down on Mister Hummel’s fingers. His orgasm rushed through
him and cum squirted into Kurt’s depths once more. His body jerked and shivered
as Kurt's father kept twisting his fingers against his prostate. “Ahhh!” he
cried as another rope of cum spurted out.
“One more? C’mon, fill your slut up,” Mister Hummel whispered hotly in his ear
as he forced another finger into his ass and probed again.
“Uh! Ahhh. Fuck!” Blaine sobbed as his hips bucked against Kurt solidly and
unleashed the last dribble of cum as the fingers finally left him empty.
“That’s it. Good boy. C’mon.”
Mister Hummel guided him away from Kurt’s body and let the Blaine slump on the
bed to get his bearings.
As Blaine’s eyes finally came back into focus, he watched his friend’s father
grin at the mess of dribbling cum that had overflowed from his son's ass,
Kurt's cheeks spread wide in his ferocious grip.
“Look,” Mister Hummel nodded at Kurt’s ass. “What a fucking mess,” he laughed
lightly.
Blaine crawled over to get a better view and scrunched his face up as the older
man jiggled a cheek and made more cum spill from his son. “Holy shit.”
Mister Hummel hummed as he leaned in and sucked a mark on one of Kurt’s ass
cheeks. “Mark your territory, Blainey.”
Blaine moved in and sucked a corresponding hickey on the opposite cheek and sat
back to admire their work.
“C’mon, kid. Let’s get you into the shower an’ get off to work,” the older man
said as he pulled the teen off the bed.
“What about Kurt?”
Mister Hummel shrugged. “I’ll call him later to see how he is an’ I’m thinking
we could always pop in for lunch and maybe a top-up.”
“He’s gonna be pissed about his sheets,” Blaine warned.
“Ah, he’ll get over it. It’ll wash out fine. Now, you shower first and I’ll
tuck him in. Sleep’s the best medicine for my baby boy.”
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