A towering Sam danced out of his shirt then bent over, shining a full moon right over Kurt, who staggered backwards only to trip over Finn's giant cleats.
He leapt up and ran in the other direction, only to slam into a bare ankle. He looked up to behold the sculpted physique of Asian heart throb Mike Chang, who dropped his boxers to the ground just in time to bury Kurt under a heavy pile of sweaty underwear and march off to the showers.
A face full of boy sweat was the last straw for Kurt. He didn't care about the humiliation of his circumstances any more. He needed help from anyone who could hear him, so he crawled out from under the dirty heap and screamed. "HELP! HELP ME! HEY!!"
Just when the room was starting to empty out and Kurt was losing hope, a loud noise to his right made him jump. It was the slap of a bare sole against tiles. Then another, then another. "Hey." Kurt turned to the two giant feet. His neck arched as his eyes climbed two long legs, a lush crown of pubes, a mountainous set of abs, to the wide grin of..
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