Graduation Present

by

Angelise  

Copyright May 2005

"Happy Graduation, Budman."

Blaine took the sloppily wrapped gift from Trent, handling it as if it was a live bomb. The mischievous glint in his boyfriend’s eyes put him on guard immediately, and it was with the utmost caution that he untied the mile-long, glow-in-the-dark purple ribbon surrounding the package.

"Is it going to blow up?" Blaine asked Trent, knowing full well his boyfriend was capable of pulling such a prank. Trent loved to tease, and Blaine was his number one victim with his two sisters close behind.

The ribbon came off without mishap much to Blaine’s relief. Sneaking a glance at Trent, he saw the knowing smirk on his face and was severely tempted to place the gift aside -- leave it ‘til later -- like way later, after everyone was gone to bed, especially the two Nosey Rosies that plagued his life 24/7.

"Come on, Blaine. Open the darn thing already," Angel insisted.

"Yeah, yeah, Bro. Rip that crazy looking wrapping paper off, and let’s see what’s inside," Suzanne encouraged from where she was sitting between their father’s parents on the porch glider.

Blaine slapped his oldest sister’s hand away. "Go help Mom, you two." Grabbing up Trent’s gift, he moved away from his curious siblings and took a seat on the swing, patting the space beside him and grinning when Trent sat down, leaving absolutely no space between the two of them.

"Please tell me it’s not x-rated," Blaine pleaded with his boyfriend. "I don’t think my grandparents would understand a box filled with condom wrappers."

"Well, then, Budman, I guess you better not be showing them what I got ya."

Trent angled closer and deliberately brushed a hand up Blaine’s thigh and across his groin. "Too bad you can’t unwrap your real present," Trent whispered in Blaine’s ear.

Blaine gripped the edge of the swing and hung on for dear life when he felt the hot swipe of Trent’s tongue behind his ear. Knowing it was useless, Blaine begged his boyfriend, "Trent, please."

Trent ignored his plea, of course. Looking down at Blaine’s crotch, he sniggered. "Ooh, looks like somebody’s got a major boner. What will your Pappy and Nana think of such a thing?"

"Trent!"

Blaine made the mistake of glancing at Trent and what he saw in the younger teen’s eyes made him forget absolutely everything and everyone. He grabbed Trent by the back of his neck and pulled him forward, the only thought stumbling through his brain was that of kissing his smirking boyfriend senseless. He could actually feel the heat of Trent’s breath on his lips when out of the corner of his eye he saw the warning frown on his father’s face. Before he could say a word, his mother stepped up, clasped Trent by his arm and pulled him off the swing.

"Trent, would you be nice enough to help me for a few minutes? It’s almost time to serve the cake, and I’ll need someone to carry it out to the picnic table."

Blaine thought for a moment his boyfriend would ignore his mother’s diversionary tactic. In fact the way Trent was staring at his mouth while licking his own had Blaine believing he was about to be kissed no matter who was watching. And to be honest, Blaine really didn’t care if the act of Trent laying one on him grossed everyone out. He loved the teenager with a passion, and the sooner his friends and relatives understood that, the better it would be for all concerned.

Blaine started to rise from his seat when he was stopped by Trent tenderly caressing the side of his face. "Open your present, Budman," he instructed with a smile. "I’ll be back shortly."

Blaine was watching the enticing sway of Trent’s ass when his Nana Barbara hugged him from behind. "Trent has certainly grown into a fine-looking young man," she said. "Does he make you happy, Blaine?"

"He’s the one, Nana," Blaine answered honestly. "Always has been, always will be." Turning his head to the side, Blaine kissed his grandmother on the cheek. "Like you and Gramps. Always and forever."

Over his Nana’s shoulder, Blaine saw the look of disgust that appeared on his grandfather’s face when Trent walked out on the porch carrying the monster-size birthday cake his mother had made. Sadness touched his soul because he realized his grandfather still did not approve of his boyfriend.

"Give him time, Blaine. He’ll come around."

Smiling sadly at his grandmother, Blaine shook his head. "I doubt it, Nana. Gramps can barely tolerate Uncle Dan when he’s here visiting Dad. Why should I expect anything different with me and Trent?"

His grandmother’s arthritic fingers brushed through his shoulder-length hair, pulling it back and securing it with the tie Blaine dug out of his pocket. "Your grandfather loves you, Blaine," the older woman declared. "He may not approve of your lifestyle, but he does love you."

"I don’t need his approval. I’d like it, but I don’t need it. What I do need is for him to treat Trent with respect." Blaine stood up and faced his grandmother. "I love Gramps, but I love Trent more; and I will not tolerate him being ugly to my boyfriend." He accepted another kiss from his grandmother and offered a tight smile to his grandfather when he stepped up and pulled his wife aside to introduce her to one of Blaine’s teachers.

A welcome set of hands gripped his shoulders and hauled him into a loose embrace. "Chill, Budman," Trent whispered in his ear after pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. "You’re upsetting Nana Matthews."

"It’s not Nana, Trent. It’s---"

"It’s cool, Blaine. Quit worrying. I can deal with your grandfather. It’s not like he’s the only one who doesn’t approve of us. Hell, except for Dad, nobody in my family is okay with me being queer. Aunt Macy won’t even speak to me when we go to visit her."

Green eyes filled with love pinned Blaine in place. "But it’s okay, Blaine. It’s no big deal. I love you. And anybody who has a problem with that is just not worth the hassle."

Trent moved to stand in front of Blaine and his eyes were now filled with devilment. "Although," he suggested softly, "if I was you, I’d take that particular present to your room and lock the door before opening it."

Blaine opened his mouth to protest, wanting nothing more than to assure his boyfriend that he didn’t care if his family saw the gift Trent had given him. Trent, of course, could read his mind and halted Blaine’s protest with a lift of an eyebrow. "Let’s not stir the pot, Budman; and believe me, if your Gramps gets a look at what’s inside that box, the pot will not only get stirred, it’ll boil over in a major way."

"That hot, huh?"

Blaine watched as Trent checked their surroundings for any prying eyes. Once satisfied no one was looking at them, he playfully slipped his hand between Blaine’s legs and groped him. "Most definitely hot. In fact, I’d go as far as to say it’s blazing hot."

A hungry sound ripped free of his throat, and clenching his eyes shut, Blaine whispered hoarsely, "God, I want to fuck you, Trent. Right now. Right where you’re standing."

And he did. He wanted Trent so bad his heart was threatening to pound its way out of his chest. The younger teen looked extremely fuckable standing there in the new clothes he had bought specifically for Blaine’s party. The dark blue Polo shirt hugged Trent’s torso, showcasing his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Months of weight training had sculpted Trent’s upper chest and arms beautifully, making him a walking wet dream. In fact, the short sleeves of his shirt were almost too tight, fitting so snuggly against Trent’s bicep muscles that it was all Blaine could do to keep from leaning forward and taking a bite out of his boyfriend’s muscular arms.

"Shit, Blaine. Quit looking at me like that."

"Do you have any idea how fucking good you look? Dammit, Trent, you’re killing me."

Trent hooked several fingers inside Blaine’s jeans and tugged him closer, close enough for Blaine to feel the steel rod pulsing inside Trent’s charcoal-gray slacks.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing to me? Throwing boners in front of your family isn’t exactly my style. But Jesus, looking at you, seeing the way you’re looking at me . . . God, if you want me, Blaine, I’m yours. Right now, right here."

Both of them heard the subtle clearing of a throat and somehow found the strength to take a step back. Blaine, for good measure, not only took an additional step but also clutched Trent’s gift to his groin as if it was a shield that would keep him from nailing his boyfriend’s ass to the porch.

Swallowing hard, Blaine looked over at Trent. The heavy-lidded stare that greeted him traveled from his mouth down his chest and lower to his jeans, halting at the unmistakable outline of Blaine’s dick. The way Trent’s emerald-green eyes darkened to almost black told Blaine his boyfriend was more than willing to skip the festivities and move on to what they both wanted more than the air they were breathing.

Blaine dropped his gaze to Trent’s crotch and saw the wet patch staining the material of his new Dockers. Amazingly, his own dick got even harder, almost to the point of pain, and Blaine was reaching for his fly when Trent turned and flew down the porch steps.

"Go open your present, Blaine," the teenager called over his shoulder before disappearing into the crowd of school friends Blaine had invited to his party.

Blaine complied with Trent’s instruction, hurriedly brushing past his smiling parents, his curious sisters and his confused grandparents. The second he was safely inside his bedroom with the door locked, he threw himself down on the bed, ripped open his jeans and jerked off while staring at Trent’s photo. The swift flashfire of his climax had him smothering his scream of Trent’s name with not one but two pillows.

Covered in spunk and exhausted, Blaine removed the pillows from his face but instead of tossing them aside, he stuffed them behind his head. He then reached for Trent’s present and convulsed helplessly with laughter when he got his first look at the contents inside.

"Talk about giving me his cherry," Blaine said with a chuckle. He stared at the bottle of cherry-flavored lube, the cherry-colored foot-long dildo and the numerous cherry-colored foil condom wrappers littering the -- you guessed it -- cherry-colored tissue paper. Pulling back the wrinkled paper, Blaine felt his dick surge to life when he caught sight of what was hidden beneath.

"Damn you, Trent Anderson."

Unable to stop himself, Blaine took hold of his hardening shaft with one hand while collecting his remaining gift with the other. Utterly amazed he gawked wide-eyed at the cherry-colored g-string and the note pinned to it.

Midnight. Treehouse. Bring the goods. Trent

The silence was once again broken when Blaine read the note’s postscript, but this time, instead of laughter, it was the sound of impatient hunger that filled the room.

P.S. Been practicing sucking on the dildo. Can’t wait to have the real thing shoved down my throat. Love you, Budman. Trent

Blaine closed his eyes and prayed for strength.

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"You’re late."

Blaine acknowledged the exasperated admonition with a contrite shake of his head. He was late, 15 minutes to be exact, and he had no one to blame but himself. For the past 45 minutes he had been standing in front of a mirror, struggling to fit his misbehaving dick inside the miniscule g-string Trent had given him as a graduation present. The more difficult the task proved the more worried Blaine became about hurting Trent.

Trent had confessed his ass was cherry, pure as the driven snow, completely untouched; and even though Trent hadn’t shown any reluctance the first time he had seen Blaine naked, Blaine was still worried his sizeable manhood would be more than his boyfriend’s virgin ass could handle. As he had told Trent earlier, he had, indeed, fooled around with a few guys, and each one of them had commented, some more enthusiastically than others, on the size of his dick. He was hung like his dad, long and thick, measuring over eight inches when fully erect.

And it wasn’t so much that he was ashamed of his size; he wasn’t. He was simply concerned about hurting Trent. He loved Trent, wanted their first time together to be perfect and when he couldn’t get his damn dick to sit properly inside the g-string, his concern transformed into a paralyzing fear that made him late for his rendezvous with Trent.

Taking a calming breath that hopefully would slow his racing heartbeat and calm his overwrought nerves, Blaine finished pulling himself up through the opening in the floor of the treehouse. The inside of the wooden dwelling was pitch-dark, lit only by whatever moonlight was able to find its way through the various holes in the roof.

Squinting in the direction he thought Trent was standing, he mumbled apologetically, "Sorry I’m late. Had some trouble getting your present on." Blaine heard Trent’s breathing hitch, and it made him smile. "I think you bought the wrong size."

"Too small or too big?" Trent asked, and again Blaine smiled upon hearing the breathless sound of his boyfriend’s voice.

"Too small," he answered simply.

"Damn."

Blaine heard Trent fumbling with something but before he could question what the noise was, a beam of light hit him square in the eyes and blinded him. "What the fuck!"

"Sorry." The light immediately dropped from his face to his crotch. "Take off your jeans, Budman. I want to see how my present fits."

Already bare-chested and barefooted, Blaine did as Trent ordered.

"Holy shit!"

Blushing, Blaine moved to cover himself. "I told you it was too small."

"Do not, I repeat, do not touch that g-string."

Blaine froze, his trembling hands hovering near his hips. Seconds stretched into minutes and the extended period of silence did nothing to soothe his anxious heart. "What the hell are you doing?" The harsh sound of panting answered him. "Trent?"

"As soon as the sun comes up, I’m gonna go get my dad’s camera and take a picture of you in that g-string. Then I’m gonna send the negative off, get it blown up to poster size and hang the damn thing on my wall."

The awe in Trent’s voice eased some of Blaine’s apprehension. "You think I look that good?"

"You’re fucking beautiful, Budman. Fucking beautiful."

"Speaking of fucking . . . ." Blaine swallowed his fears and took a step forward. "Someone promised me their ass tonight."

The light that had been focused on his groin went out without warning. "Trent?"

"Hang on a sec. Gotta get---shit, where is it?"

Another light came on, this one from a battery-operated lamp Blaine had bought last summer when he and Trent had gone camping in the bayou. "Oh my god."

Blaine couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and in fact, rubbed his eyes to make sure his vision wasn’t playing tricks on him. Trent was stark-naked and sitting perfectly balanced on the ledge of a window. As Blaine watched, Trent reached up, grabbed hold of a pair of leather straps that had been nailed to either side of the window and pulled his knees to his chest, carefully hooking them over his arms. "Come and get it," he told Blaine with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Blaine stared at Trent’s ass and the butt-plug that was stretching its hole to the max. Without saying a word, he ripped off the g-string, collected the bottle of lube and condom he had stuffed in his jeans earlier and walked toward Trent. All concerns and fears evaporated the second he saw the monster plug firmly seated in his boyfriend’s ass.

"I am going to fuck your brains out, you little shit," Blaine declared as he fitted the condom on his dick and lathered it with lube.

"Promises, promises," Trent answered defiantly. "Quit your yapping and start slapping that big hunk of meat inside my ass. I’ve waited long enough."

Blaine leaned forward, and with a growl captured Trent’s sassy mouth, kissing him so hard he nearly dislodged Trent from his perch. "Love you, Trent," he repeated over and over, moving his mouth down the younger boy’s neck and across his collarbone, nipping at his shoulder before seizing a silver nipple ring and torturing the flesh it was threaded through with his teeth.

"Come on, Blaine. Fuck me, already."

Blaine took a step back but instead of removing the butt-plug, he dived forward and swallowed Trent’s dick to the root. The bitter taste of spunk hitting the back of his throat drove him to his knees, and he moaned around the thickness filling his mouth.

"BLAINE!"

For a second Blaine wondered if the entire neighborhood had heard Trent’s yell but that thought soon flew out of his mind. His entire focus was on bringing Trent off with just his mouth. He wanted the teenager to be as relaxed as possible when he took him in the ass and from the way Trent was wiggling and mumbling incoherently, Blaine knew he would soon have a pliant boyfriend to fuck.

"Yeah, yeah. Good, good . . . oh yeah, right there. Uh huh . . . that’s it. Perfect, so . . . so damn . . . Whoa! Never had a tongue do that. Okay, okay, a little nip of the teeth there is . . . uh, oh yeah, I like that. Really like . . . Blaine, I’m . . . oh fuck . . . you’re . . . I’m . . . oh god, oh god, OH HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD!"

Blaine rocked back on his heels and swallowed the huge load of spunk his boyfriend had just presented him with. It was a gift he would never tire of receiving. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Blaine laughed when he saw the dazed look on Trent’s face. "Liked that, huh?"

Trent shook his head as if to clear it. "Oh yeah, I definitely liked it. Want to do it again real soon. However . . . ." Reaching forward Trent somehow managed to grab a handful of Blaine’s hair and tugged him close. "Quit stalling, Budman. Time for the main event."

Blaine rose to his feet and softly kissed Trent on the mouth, diverting the teen’s attention from the butt-plug’s removal. As soon as it cleared Trent’s hole, Blaine stepped up and slowly slid his dick in. The feeling of sinking deep inside the virginal heat of his boyfriend’s ass was not only indescribable but a bit overwhelming, and Blaine stopped moving the second he was all the way in.

"Dammit, Trent, I’m . . . we’re . . . I’m in you. I’m fucking in you." Blaine touched his forehead to Trent’s and panted for air. "You’re mine, you’re truly mine," he whispered while struggling to refill his straining lungs.

Trent thrust his hips forward and a duet of groans greeted the move. "Would you please fuck me? You got my cherry. Now, PLEASE, take my ass."

Blaine wrapped his arms around Trent’s waist and began to piston in and out, making sure he nailed Trent’s prostate every time he slammed deep inside his boyfriend’s ass. "Can you feel it, Trent? Can you feel my dick taking your ass?"

Leaning forward slightly, Trent dropped his arms and hooked his legs over Blaine’s shoulders, kicking his back every time Blaine rammed home. "I feel it. You’re huge, HUGE! God, I love it! Fuck me, Blaine. Fuck me!"

Blaine nearly came to an absolute stop when Trent said he was huge, the fear that he was hurting the younger teen taking hold of his heart again. The feeling completely vanished once and for all the second he heard Trent’s next statement, and with a howl of pure joy, Blaine lost all control. His hips, his hands, his mouth took over and soon both he and Trent were yelling their heads off as they climaxed together for the first time.

Recovering first, Blaine eased Trent’s legs off his shoulders, kissing each semen-splattered, trembling thigh as he lowered it to the floor. He then swallowed the whimper of disappointment when their bodies separated and his dick bid Trent’s ass a temporary farewell.

"Blaine," Trent groaned tiredly as he let go of the leather straps and slid off the window ledge, "that was---Ow, ow ow!"

Blaine stared in confusion at his boyfriend, who had fallen to his knees and was grabbing at his butt. "What’s wrong?" he asked, stripping off the used condom and throwing it out the window.

"Splinter, splinter, dammit. Got a fucking splinter in my ass."

Ignoring the fierce glare directed at him, Blaine doubled over with laughter and continued to laugh even after Trent had knocked him on his ass with a swift punch to his gut.

"Stop laughing, you bastard. It’s not funny."

Blaine swiped at the happy tears leaking from his eyes. "If you say so, Mr. Kinky."

Crawling toward his boyfriend, he gently coaxed Trent over on his belly and with the aid of the lamp, extracted the splinter. Once removed, Blaine anointed the small wound with several loving kisses and tender swipes of his tongue. His impromptu first aid was rewarded with an armful of one thankful but drowsy Trent.

"Trent? Where did those leather straps come from?" Blaine returned each and every lazy kiss Trent offered him, groaning softly when his boyfriend’s curious mouth discovered his pierced nipples.

"Hmmm? The straps? I nailed ‘em there yesterday. Got that idea from a picture I saw while surfing the web."

"And the butt-plug? Where in the hell did you get that?"

Trent lifted his head and grinned at Blaine. "Your dad."

"What?" Blaine grabbed Trent by the shoulders and lifted him off his chest. "My dad? You’re shittin’ me, right?"

"Nope." Trent hooked a finger in each of Blaine’s nipple rings and tugged on them. "Your dad caught me as I was leaving the party, and gave me that little instructional lecture he offered us a while back. When I confessed I was a newbie, he not only suggested the butt-plug but told me where I could go buy one. Did that as soon as he finished with me; and let me tell you that I almost shot my load trying to get the damn thing in my ass."

"Jesus Christ. I can’t believe he did that." Blaine blushed at the thought of what his dad must have told Trent. It was one thing to surf the web for info; it was something entirely different having your own father instruct your boyfriend on the art of fucking. "Sorry about that, Trent."

"No problemo, Budman." Trent shook off Blaine’s hold and resumed his resting spot, making Blaine’s chest his pillow of choice. "All’s well that ends well."

Blaine ran a hand over Trent’s ass and fingered his very relaxed hole. "It did end well, didn’t it?"

Blaine felt Trent’s laughter as well as heard it. "Yeah, it ended quite well, and as soon as I catch a few Z’s, I’m gonna return the favor. Maybe even show you how good I’ve gotten at sucking dick. You did bring the dildo, right?" Not waiting for Blaine to answer, Trent snuggled closer and whispered, "Love you, Blaine."

"Same here, Trent. Love you."

Humming softly, Blaine tucked Trent’s head beneath his chin and slowly stroked his hand up and down the damp skin of his boyfriend’s back. The thought of Trent sucking and fucking him was a favorite fantasy of his and it immensely sweetened his dreams once he fell asleep.

+++++++

"Blaine. Blaine. Wake up. Dammit, Blaine, wake up. We’re in deep shit, and I don’t know what to do."

Blaine struggled to open his eyes and when he did, he came face to face with several photos of him and Trent together in the window of the treehouse. His face was the only one that could be seen, but the absolute look of ecstasy he was wearing told the entire story of what the two of them were doing.

Blaine sat up and walked to the window, scratching his balls and the morning erection he always woke with. Trent followed right behind him and peeked over his shoulder. "Fuck," Blaine cursed the second he saw the two giggling girls sitting on the porch swing. His frown deepened when his older sister caught sight of him and Trent in the window and had the audacity to click a quick picture of the two of them.

"Don’t worry, Trent," he said, pulling his boyfriend into his arms and hugging him tight. "The culprits of this little prank will soon be wishing they had never laid hands on Dad’s new digital camera."

"Cool. Let me know when and where, and I’ll help you kick their butts."

Turning his head to the side, Trent kissed Blaine on the chin, and then, with a huge grin taking shape on his face, asked, "Would it be okay if I kept the photos? Or better yet, do you think they’d let me borrow the camera?"

End of chapter 13

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