So, last season on Glee so much shit went down. Like, Blaine, yeah him, he really pissed off Finn just with his presence and things really boiled down to a battle. But things are totally cool now. Oh and Puck likes wedgies again. Not to mention Sam left but then he came back and the New Directions like won the national championship. And now they are like uber popular. Sucks for Finn and Mike and Kurt and the rest of the seniors because they all left now. And that's what you missed on GLEE!
---GLEE---
"And!" Jacob Ben Israel exclaimed as he looked into the camera. "We're back to the final season of my web show at McKinley. Jocks, nerds and burnouts galore. But, first, a rags to riches story of the New Directions."
As Sam and Puck walked down the hallway with smiles, Jacob ran to approach them. "Sam Evans,
Noah Puckerman. Two leading men themselves! How does it feel on top?"
"Freakin' Amazing." Sam grinned.
"Totally." Puck shrugged.
"How did you spend this summer? Getting with chicks?" Jacob insinuated.
"Well, I went to my family for half the summer." Sam admitted.
"And me and Sam did hang out a lot, as well." Puck smiled, looking into Sam's eyes. Out of all the moments, one moment entered both their minds.
Puck's backyard was cool that night, stars glistening down and letting the reflection hit on the pool. The lights flickered lightly above the old glass table and plastic lawn chairs. Sam stood beside the table, his hand deep down the back of the speedo and stretching it far away from his crack. "Dude," he whined, "I am not a speedo guy."
Puck laughed as he watched the tan, muscular blonde pick his tight blue speedo out of his butt. Puck, on the other hand, was perfectly content with his little green speedo stuck between his cheeks. "Don't you normally wear a bikini as underwear? This shouldn't be a change."
Sam groaned as he picked his wedgie further. "I wear bikini briefs. And they're soft and not so stretchy and wedgie-ish."
Puck shook his head as he awkwardly pulled his friend into a hug. His hands immediately grabbed his friend's speedo, the brief like material digging further down just by grabbing it. "Let's see how stretchy they are then."
He gave a light tug, just beginning to thong Sam's swimwear. He felt a hand on his own speedo, it
made him shiver. "Puck, one more tug and these things are going straight up your ass."
"Try me." Puck yanked Sam's speedo hard, stretching the leg holes well above his waist. Sam's eyes crossed, and he gave a hard yank to Puck's speedo. "Fine, wedgie!"
Puck felt his speedo receive dozens upon dozens of tugs, his ass burning, yet, his boner growing as it usually did. "This," he paused as his speedo was pulled, " Wedgie... War... Is on!"
Both of the boys began going to town on each other's speedos, yanking furiously as they were in a race. They tried their hardest to get the other's wedgie higher as fast as they could. It was a sea of moaning as they felt their asses tortured by the burning and rubbing that occurred consistently between their cheeks.
Finally, Sam thought he had won. Puck hardly had his speedo three quarters up his back, while Sam had Puck in for a shoulder wedgie. He have his largest tug, yet. He gasped as he felt the speedo give way and tear apart. Sam held the ripped remains in his hand. He gasped, he had torn the entire thing off!
"Sam!" The now-naked boy exclaimed. He was exposed, and, being him, had to get revenge.
Sam had started to apologize, but he was already wildly yanking the material so that his speedo would rip. And after a couple minutes, it did rip.
