Sam’s curtain flares open and lightning flashes through his room. He jerks upright and clutches his blanket to his chest. His blue eyes widen as he takes in the foreboding figure crouched on his window sill.
“B-Batman?” Sam struggles to untangle himself from his sheets and ends up half on the floor.
“Oh, holy smokes!” Sam flipflops until he’s free and he jumps to his feet. Batman is suddenly directly in front of him and he stumbles a little and falls on to his chest. Batman has one strong arm around Sam’s bare torso and the little grips from his gloves catch on Sam’s sleep-sweaty skin.
“Samuel Evans, I have been watching you.” Batman says in a deep rumbly voice. Sam makes a tiny squeaking noise and squirms free from Batman.
“Hold on, I just have to call my bee eff eff ell and tell him what’s happening!” Sam snatches up his iPhone and jumps a little when Batman climbs up behind him on the bed. Sam selects a contact labeled “Curly Man” (It’s an inside joke!) and hits the green send button. It rings a few times and Batman curls an arm around Sam’s rockin stomach.
“Sam? We talked about this.” A tired voice says through the phone. Batman licks Sam’s neck and Sam giggles at the weird sensation and puts the phone on speaker.
“I know I’m only supposed to call if it’s super important, but I had to tell my best friend that -“
“Stop telling people we’re best friends, Sam.”
Sam turns to face Batman who has removed his body suit and is kneeling behind Sam in his leggings and utility belt.
“He’s just kidding, Mr.Schue and I are like this.” He twists his index and middlefinger together and laughs again when Batman sucks the fingers in to his mouth. Batman is so silly!
“Sam, who are you talking to?” Mr. Schue asks, curiosity getting the better of him.
“Oh! That’s why I called! Batman is in my room!” Sam announces cheerfully. Batman pulls Sam between his powerful thighs and arranges Sam so his legs are spread really wide on the outside of Batman’s.
“What?” Mr. Schue sounds really confused.
“Yeah, I think he’s teaching me Batman moves! Just like how you taught me to tie shoes! He’s helping me be more flexible, but I don’t know why he needs to take of his clothes for that.” Mr. Schue makes a choking noise and Sam hears a loud crash.
“Are you okay, Mr.Schue?” Sam sits up a little and jumps when Batman licks his spine. “Wow, Batman, your tongue is really cold!”
Sam hears something else crash and he smack Batman’s hand when it slides up the inside of the leg of his boxers. Batman whispers in his ear and Sam laughs at the weird tickling.
“Sam, what’s happening?” Schue sounds frantic and Sam furrows his eyebrows.
“Batman is showing me tricks. He says he wants to teach me to “toss a salad”. I wonder what that-oh, hey don’t put your hand there, silly!” Schue makes a weird high pitched noise and Sam can hear a car door slam.
Batman slaps Sam’s hand away and continues to rub a hand over Sam’s crotch.
“Batman, that’s my man parts.” Sam whispers, then remembers Mr. Schue is on speakerphone.
“Sam, you can say no if you want to!” Mr. Schue yells and then a car horn blares.
“Mr. Schue, it’s The Batman. Only a complete loser would turn down a-oh, oh wait. Ineedtocallyoubackbye.” Sam presses the end button and grabs on to Batman’s wrist.
“Batman, I don’t think you understand. If you do that to much I’ll, well. You know.” Sam raises his eyebrows to convey his message.
“Samuel, that’s what I want to happen.” Batman saiys low against Sam’s neck. He slides his hand down the front of Sam’s boxers and holy jumping jacks, that is Batman’s hand on his dick.
“Batman, I have a problem with-with arriving early. ” Sam grinds out around his clenched teeth. Batman removes his hands and reached behind him to grab his utility belt. He pulls out a weird black circle, but then it clicks in Sam’s head that it’s a cockring.
Batman rolls the ring down to the bas of Sam’s dick and the idea of it is more intense then the actual sensation. Batman shoves Sam forward and there’s a weird ripping sound and then his underwear are in fabric puddle under him. Batman shifts on the bed and then he’s pulling Sam back down on to his face. Sam is about to protest, but Batman has some kind of hold on him that is keeping him from moving his lower body and that is Batman’s tongue. It slips wetly against Sam and it’s a weird mix of tickling and perfect. All Sam can really do is arch his back and grip his hair in his fists.
His hand slides hard down his face and he doesn’t know what to do with his body because this is wrong but oh sweet Ehya if that ring wasn’t on him he would be coming just from how wrong it is.
Batman’s cheeks and jaws are slick against Sam’s ass, and it just adds to the dirtyhotwrongness of the whole situation. Sam then realizes he’s begging, but he has no idea what he even wants.
The bridge on the nose of Batman’s mask is pressed in a hard ungiving ridge on Sam’s balls. He would be grinding back on Batman’s face, but he still can’t move.
He realizes when Batman’s tongue worms inside him exactly what he wants, and he flails his hands around because it’s gay, and Sam isn’t gay.
But then Batman rapidly flicks his tongue in and out of Sam and he’s pleading in this weird voice.
“Fuckmefuckmefuckme-” He gets cut off when Batman twists him so he’s on his back and Batman is kneeling between his spread knee’s and ohmygod. Batman licks his lips slowly and slide’s a calloused hand up the red shaft of Sam’s dick.
He pulls a little tube of something out of his utility belt and then Sam’s knee’s are against his chest and Batman is grabbing a handful of his ass in both fists and kind of shaking them. Sam is weirdly turned on by this, and show’s this by moaning really loudly and writhing.
Batman lets go to squeeze some clearish gel on his giant fingers and Sam briefly panics before The Bat slides his index finger home.
It doesn’t feel bad exactly, but it feels weird. Sam isn’t sure he likes it, but then Batman has another fingertip pressed against him and when he exhales sharply it slides in to.
Batman kind of wiggles his fingers around, and Sam almost giggles because it’s a weird situation, but then Batman touches something that makes his entire body spasm.
“There?” Batman asks, and seriously he could be asking for Sam to shave his head bald and Sam would agree as long as he did that again.
Sam nods helplessly and wiggles further down on the bed. Batman smirks and then he’s got his pinky in Sam too, and if he cranes his neck he can see the fingers actually going in to him and his eyes cross and his entire body tenses.
“Slut.” Batman’s voice is matter-of-fact and Sam helplessly moans and pulls his knees up higher. He’s nodding frantically again and Batman curls his fingers and Sam digs his fingernails in to the backs of his thighs and cries out again.
“Yes yes yes-I am. Please p-p-put it in pleaseplease oh-” Batman’s dick presses in to him and Sam reaches past his sprawled knees to scrabble against Batman’s legit chest.
“Your chest is so legit, Batman.” Sam gasps out and he makes a weird dolphin noise when Batmans’ balls press against his ass cheeks.
Batman slides out, and that’s even weirder feeling then it going in, but then he’s driving back in right at that spot that make’s Sam flail and want to cum.
Oh, dude. He totally forgot about his dick.
“Batman, can I take off the black thing?” He gingerly reaches down to grab his dick, but then squeezes it really hard when Batman thrusts right on his protestant of whatever. His vision whites out for a second and when he can see again Batman has the black thing off him and is fucking in to him really hard. Sam is kind of bouncing up and down and he touches his dick again and then explodes all over his own chest. Batman doesn’t seem like he’s even close, and Sam is still curled up from the aftershocks.
He kind of Zens out and rides the motion of Batman fucking him really hard even though he’s really sensitive and it feels really kind of too much.
Batman presses on his knees until he’s pretzled out and finally Batman shoots, but he somehow managed to climb up on Sam’s chest when he wasn’t paying attention.
Thick ropes of cum splatter across Sam’s lips and jawline, and he’s kind of staring at Batman all gobsmacked, because dude no bueno. Then Mr. Schue bursts in.
Everything goes kind of crazy and Batman just bails with his clothes bundled in one arm, and Sam tries to hide his jizzed up face, but turning over (and he realizes this after) just shows off his thoroughly fucked hole and that’s totally worse because Mr. Schue screeches like a pterodactyl and Sam freaks out because how does Mr.Schuester even make that noise?
“Oh my gosh, best friend, you just totally killed the afterglow.” Sam grumbles in to his pillow. When he finishes wiping off hsi face he turns back and the curly haired teacher is plastered to the door and his face is like frozen.
********
The next day at school someone grabs his ass, and he totally recognizes that hand.
“Batman, what are you even doing here?” He whispers, turning to look at the guy. Some tall unfriendly hottie is glaring at him, but he knows that jaw.
“Don’t call me that in public.” Batman growls, and Sam realizes his gruffness is totally foreplay.
“Then what do I call you, Batman?” Sam asks, and his dicks chubs up a little when Batman grabs his upper arm in a tight grip.
“Call me your new Math teacher.”
And sure enough, there on the board is Mr. Wayne.
“What happened to our old one?” Sam asks flirtasiously glancing at the man.
“She died. Suddenly, and entirely by accident.” Woahwoah, Sam should not find that hot.
“Take a seat.” Mr.Wayne says sternly.
Sam sits front and center.