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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Burt_Hummel/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Burt_Hummel, Kurt_Hummel, Blaine_Anderson
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Double_Penetration, Slut_Shaming,
      Daddy_Kink
  Series:
      Part 2 of Such_Good_Boys
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-17 Words: 2568
****** Such A Stretch ******
by gigi42
Summary
     Blaine goes to Dalton.
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“D’ya really have to go, Blainey?” Kurt whines into the back of his best
friend’s neck. 
Packed suitcases are lined up by the door. A couple of half-packed boxes are
scattered across the floor, with DVDs and books strewn close by. Kurt moves to
sit behind Blaine on the bed, his legs hooking over his friend’s thighs, as he
winds his arms around Blaine’s waist. Barely there pecks are dotted along the
back of Blaine’s neck.
“You know I do, Kurtie,” Blaine sighs, “Dad won’t let me go back to public
school.”
“I wish you could live with us,” he grumbles. High heels click across the
hardwood floors of the hallway, making Kurt scoot backwards on the bed and rest
up against the wall.
“You boys almost finished packing in here?”
“Yes, Mrs Anderson,” Kurt replies politely, while Blaine shrugs with DVDs in
hand.
“Um, Mrs Anderson? Can Blaine come for dinner at my house tonight?”
“Sorry, Kurt. It’s his last night at home and we’d like to have a family
dinner.” She smiles kindly at the boys. “Oh don’t pout, he’ll be back for the
weekend in a couple of weeks. You can see each other then,” she adds as she
turns and closes the door behind her.
Kurt waits for the clicking of her heels to disappear before he slides back
into place, wrapping around his best friend. “I’m gonna miss you so much,
Blainey,” Kurt says quietly as he dips his hand under the waistband of his
friend's sweatpants and underwear, rubbing his soft dick.
Blaine sighs, dropping the DVDs on the bed and leaning back into Kurt’s
body. “Ah, don’t stop, Kurt,” he whispers.
Kurt strokes and tugs until his best friend’s cock stands tall. He moves away,
pulling at Blaine’s shoulders to get him to turn and lie on the
bed lengthwise He hovers over the boy’s body before lowering himself down,
their stiff dicks slotting alongside one another in their pants.
Blaine takes Kurt’s face into his hands and kisses him softly. “I’m gonna miss
you too, Kurtie” he sniffles. 
Rolling their hips together, they ride one another’s clothed body until they
cum, shuddering quietly, squirting into their underwear.
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The click of the latch sounds as the gate between the backyard fences closes.
Walking stealthily, he opens the back door quietly and tip toes through the
house to the living room. Tipping his head around the doorway, he peeks in to
see the profile of his best friend on all fours, the pale skin of his naked
body gleaming in the sunshine as he buries his head in Mister Hummel’s lap. 
He gasps quietly, not wanting to interrupt just yet. As soon as Mister Hummel
had sent him the text to come over and play, he’d raced through his chores
before heading over. Mister Hummel mentioned that he’d bought some new toys to
play with to celebrate Blaine’s first weekend home in a month and Blaine was
anxious to find out what they were. Mister Hummel had the best toys ever.
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Burt spies the neighbor’s boy hovering at the doorway and he lest out a loud
groan to show him what he's missing out on, standing all the way over there. He
lets his son suckle his cock a little more before pushing his boy off. “Take
the rest of my clothes off, baby boy.”
Kurt sits back on his heels and gasps as the huge plug in his ass, pushes in
further. He composes himself and unlaces his Daddy’s shoes, slipping them, his
socks and pants off. Kurt then climbs up into his Daddy’s lap, straddling him
to pull off the flannel shirt and t-shirt, leaving his Daddy as nude as he is.
“Daddy, is Blainey gonna be here soon?” Kurt asks, wiggling his ass in his
Daddy’s lap.
“You’re hungry for it aren’t ya, baby?”
“Uh huh.”
“Can’t wait to have us both in your ‘lil hole.”
Kurt nods as he bites his lip, looking coy. “We spent all morning training with
the plugs, Daddy. I’m so hard, I might explode.”
Burt laughs loudly as Blaine groans from the doorway. “Hi Blainey, you ready
for some fun?” he asked.
Blaine steps into the room, his clothed cock leading the way.
“You know what game we’re gonna play today?” Burt asked the teen.
Blaine shakes his head; his only focus is the large bright pink plug currently
residing in his best friend’s asshole.
“Tell ‘im, baby.”
Kurt twists his body to look at his friend. “Blainey, I’ve been practising with
our new toys!” he says excitedly, waving his hand at the bundled up towel on
the coffee table. “Can I show him, Daddy?”
“Sure, baby. Blainey, watch what my baby boy can do.”
Kurt pushes his ass out as he buries his face in his father’s neck. With one
hand between his legs, he twists the plug around, pulling it out slowly. “Ugh,
so big” he moans.
Blaine’s eyes widen even further as he sees the girth of the pink plug
stretching Kurt’s rim to the brink while his friend continues to pull on it.
Finally, the head of the toy pops out with a soft squelch, leaving the rosy
hole of Kurt’s ass gaping and winking at Blaine.
“Unf, Kurt. Fuck.”
“It’s for you, Blainey. You and Daddy,” Kurt whimpers, his face pillowed on his
Daddy’s chest.
“Kurtie?” Blaine asks confusedly.
“For you and Daddy to fuck me at the same time.”
“Oh God. Kurt, so hot.”
“Think of it like a welcome home party Blainey, ‘cept just for us,” Burt says
softly as he wraps his arms around his son. “We missed you, boy. Didn’t we,
Kurt?”
Kurt nods shyly before holding his hand out for Blaine to join them on the
couch.
“Take your clothes off first, boy. Let’s see that pretty ‘lil body.”
Blaine throws his clothes off in a heap and stumbles forward to the couch,
straddling Burt’s legs but slipping his knees inside of Kurt’s. He presses his
body up against Kurt’s and hugs him tightly. “I missed you so much,” he sobs
quietly into his friend’s shoulder.
“Shhh, boy. You’re here now, that’s what matters. Give me some sugar, Blainey,”
Burt soothes as he squishes his son between them, grasping at Blaine’s face to
lay a wet kiss on his mouth.
“Hey, my turn!” Kurt demands, turning his face and making Blaine reach for his
kiss. “You’re leaking on me, Blaine,” Kurt whines. “Put it in already!”
Blaine, busy sucking love bites into Kurt’s neck, pulls his hips back and waves
his cock, trying to catch Kurt’s rim.
“Blainey,” Kurt wails pitifully, making Blaine focus and direct his dick into
his friend’s quivering ass.
"Oh..ahh. Oh Kurt” Blaine gasps as the sucking heat squeezes his cock
deliciously. Grabbing him by the hips, Blaine fucks into Kurt in a steady
rhythm, making Kurt moan loudly.
Burt watches his son’s face screw up in pleasure as the neighbor’s boy pumps
away at him while he lubes up both his own cock as well as his boy’s. “You
ready for Daddy’s dick, baby?”
“Uh huh. Fuck me. Please.”
Burt, with straining dick in hand, rests the tip against his son’s rim and
waits until Blaine slows his thrusting right down. “Hold still, boy. Wait for
me,” Burt adds as he pushes down on one of his son’s shoulders and tips up his
hips, probing at his asshole. “Ready, baby?”
Kurt’s mouth drops open with a groan as his Daddy pushes his cock in under
Blaine’s, forcing his way in. He drops his face to his father’s shoulder,
feeling Blaine’s harsh breathing on the back of his neck as he follows Kurt’s
body forward.
“Oh, baby. Can you feel that? You’re just swallowing those big cocks up, aren’t
you? Such a hungry little slut,” Burt groans as he shoves in further.
“Ugh, Daddy...”
“You alright, Kurtie?” Blaine whispers in his ear.
“Oh, you’re so big,” he groans.
Blaine leans back to look down at where they are all joined. “Uh, God. Kurt,
look at you, taking us both.”
Burt starts to thrust slowly, his cock making wet sucking sounds as he slides
against Blaine’s patient dick.
“Oh, wow. You feel so good,” Blaine groans as his eyes roll up in his head. He
falls against Kurt’s warm back, wrapping an arm around him, shoving his length
deeper into his best friend’s stretched and stuffed hole.
Burt grips Blaine’s free arm by the elbow as they figure out a rhythm to saw
each cock in and out of Kurt. “Oh, fuck. Show Daddy how good you take it, baby.
Being so good for Blaine, letting him use your slutty ass.”
”Oh, oh, fuck, fuck, Daddy.”
“Uh, uh. Kurtie, I’m gonna cum.”
“Let it rip, boy. Cum all over my cock. My boy can clean me up like the cute
‘lil cumslut he is, won’t you baby?”
“Uhhhh, yes, yes.” Kurt arches his back as Blaine’s hips jerk and buck against
him wildly, before slamming in hard and splashing cum into him.
Blaine pulls out, resting draped all over Kurt’s back. “Fuck him hard, Mister
Hummel. He was so good for us.”
“Guh, uh, fuck baby. You’re so wet, hole so sloppy. You want my cum, baby?”
“Ah, yes. God, Daddy!” Unable to feel the spurts of his Daddy’s cum, Kurt’s
hole clenches down anyway as his gut flips in pleasure, chasing his own climax
until his father pulls out.
“Aw, fuck son.” Burt huffed. “That was so good, baby. You get down on your
knees an’ clean me up, you hear?”
Blaine and Kurt shuffle off the couch in silence. Kurt moves into position on
his knees gingerly and starts to lick up the puddle of cum in his Daddy’s lap.
Blaine, not wanting to be left out, gets on his knees behind Kurt to lick out
his dripping hole.
Grunting, Kurt shoves his ass backwards trying to get more of Blaine’s tongue.
“Good job, baby. You go an’ enjoy yourself with your ‘lil friend now.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Kurt grins as he spins around on a knee and kisses Blaine
while they’re still on all fours. “Want me to clean you up too, Blainey?”
Blaine nods, smiling as Kurt pushes at his shoulders so he’ll roll over on his
back and present his dick, like a dog wanting a belly-rub.
With Blaine lying on the lounge floor, Kurt dips down and sucks on his soft
cock. “Can you get hard for me, Blaine?”
Blaine groans. Of course he can, it’s only a matter of time. “Keep sucking me,
Kurtie and you’ll get what you want.”
Kurt grins as he tugs at his friend’s hardening dick. “And what do I want,
Blainey?” he teased.
“Uh, you want me to fuck you again.”
Burt chuckles from his seat on the couch as he watches his boys play. “He knows
you too well, baby boy.”
Blaine pulls Kurt up to lay over him as they rock their hips together, kissing
all the while.
Kurt dips his tongue into his friend’s ear, swirling it around, before
breathing hotly, “I missed you, baby.”
They continued to grind against each other as Blaine whispers, “I want you so
much, Kurt. I want you to be my boyfriend. Will you?”
Kurt’s body stills as he pulls back to look his best friend in the eye. Unshed
tears shine as he restarts his movements, rolling his hips down before speaking
directly into Blaine’s ear quietly. “You know Daddy won’t let me have
boyfriends, Blainey. But I want to...I want to be yours.”
“What are ya waiting for, you two?” Burt grouches as the action slows down
again.
Kurt sits up, pulling Blaine up with him before sweeping the coffee table
clear. The small pile of different size butt plugs tumbled out from the towel
and spill across the floor. Kurt lays himself down with his ass hanging off the
edge, legs spread wide.
Blaine shuffles forward on his knees, weeping cock in hand. He feeds his dick
back into Kurt’s fuckhole and plunges in deeply. Laying himself over Kurt, he
slides his hands underneath him, gripping his shoulders as he slowly slides his
length all the way out and back in again. “Not too sore, Kurtie?” He asked
softly.          
“Ahh,” Kurt exhales as he frowns. “Ugh, n-no, just go slowly, ok?”
“Of course, baby,” he mumbles as he pulls out. “Mister Hummel, can you pass me
the lube please?”
Burt frowns. “He shouldn’t need it, unless you cleaned him up too good, boy.
Anyway, he likes it rough, don’t you baby?”
Kurt groans as the head of Blaine’s cock brushes past his raw rim.
Blaine gets to his feet and holds his hand out to Kurt’s father. “Please, sir.”
Burt grumbles as he hands the bottle over, “Getting soft in my old age.”
“Thank you, sir.” Blaine slicks his entire dick up before dropping back to his
knees and swirling slippery fingers over his best friend’s reddened rim.
Pushing extra lube inside, Blaine makes sure to push his cock back into Kurt
slowly. He slides up Kurt’s body, taking his previous position and starts to
pump into him lazily.
“Oh, Blaine.”
“Yeah, feel good?”
“So good. Fuck me, baby.”
“Oh yeah. Fuck, I hate being away from you, Kurtie.”
“You want me all the time?”
“All the time, baby. I can’t get enough of you.” Blaine has a hand behind
Kurt’s neck and he pulls his head closer so he can kiss him. Whispering into
his ear, Blaine gives him everything. “I love you, Kurt. Love you so much.”
Kurt’s head drops back as he moans noisily. “Oh, Blaine. Me too, me too. Uh uh
uh.”
“Fuck him, Blainey. Fuck that 'lil slut!” Burt calls out, leaning forward on
the couch, stroking his heavy prick.
Blaine’s pace picks up as he pushes himself upright. He licks his palm,
wrapping it around Kurt’s oozing cock.
Crying out, Kurt arches up off the low table, body jolting as Blaine starts to
pound into him. “Fuck!” they both cry as Kurt clamps his muscles down on
Blaine’s pulsing dick, that immediately starts erupting hot cum inside
him. Blaine’s hand continues to twist and stroke Kurt’s dick until he finally
climaxes, cum squirting across his chest.
“Ah, fuck. Such a hot ‘lil pair of fucks,” Burt adds as he stumbles towards
them. He stands over his splayed son and jerks his cock until he spills his own
cum across Kurt’s body. Burt sighs as he slumps back onto the couch, “Such good
boys.”
Blaine’s cell phone goes off in his discarded pants and he’s quickly to his
feet to answer it. “Mom?.....Yeah, of course. Okay.” He hangs up. “Mister
Hummel, my Mom wants to know if Kurt can come over for lunch at my place. Can
he?”
Burt looks at his son, who hasn’t moved. “Better get cleaned up first, kiddo.
You’re a mess.”
Blaine offers him a helping hand to get him upright. “Let’s get you into the
shower, Kurtie.”
“Wh-what are we having for lunch, Blainey?” Kurt asks still dazed.
“Dunno,” Blaine shrugs, leading Kurt to his room. “But I bet Mom will let you
spend the night,” he says with a grin.
“Oh good. It’d be nice to sleep with my boyfriend,” Kurt giggles as Blaine
scoops him up into a bone crushing hug.
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