Daddy's Boy

I like Sammy/John NC and Sammy/Dean NC. I like Sammy forced to take cock, anyone, anythings cock. If you don't like, don't read and don't flame. This is my preference.



Six months later:



Dean lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the sounds coming from his father's room. It was hard to think of John as the same man as he'd been a mere six months ago as the hunter had undergone such a metaphormisis, it was like night day.



In place of the brutal driven, cold hunter, Dean had gotten a real father. Someone who was interested in Dean and gave him praise after a job well done. John was more physical, ruffling Dean's hair and squeezing his shoulder daily and the young hunter sucked it all up. He loved it. And he owed it all to his apparently talented little brother.



The sound of bed springs squeaking made Dean shift his gaze towards the wall seperating him from his father's room but his mind could easily invision what was going on in there, and something stirred deep in his belly. He knew that at this exact moment, his father was buried 12 inches deep in Sammy's ass fucking his youngest son like he was a paid for whore.



Although no one ever mentioned it, Dean knew exactly what went on when he wasn't home or each night when John told him Sam needed to come to his room for some 'special' training. It was special allright, Dean thought, a dark grin twisted his lips, learing to suck cock and take it up the ass. Oh yeah, the skills every young hunter needed.



The sound of the squeaking started faster and faster and Dean's hand moved to his own groin, his body reacting to the knowledge that was in his mind - his father and brother were having sex and Dean was surprised to find out he was jealous.



Shoving his boxers down, Dean wrapped his hands around his own dick and closed his eyes, stroking himself with practiced skill. In his mind it was him bending Sam over and fucking his ass or it was him that Sam was on his knees for, sucking cock better than any whore Dean had paid for. Oh little brother, he moaned, stroking faster as he heard his father's lustful groan 'Sammy' and knew the older man had just cum. Dean wasn't done yet, his mind continued to throw more and more violent images of him and Sam at him, until he finally came to the thought of Sam being fucked by a demon. Holy shit - where'd that one come from?



Gasping sharply as he finished, Dean lay still for a few moments, his cock now limp and wet, still shocked that he'd gotten off on the visual of old yellow eyes shoving dick up his little brother's ass. "What's wrong with me?" he whispered and then hurried ot pull the covers over himself when the door opened and his exhausted little brother stumbled back in the room. A very satisifed looking John stood in the doorway for a moment, and then gave a happy sigh, wished the boys a wonderful night and then closed the door.



In the bed next to him, Dean heard his brother collapse and the mere presence of having Sam in the room again sent new interest into his previously limp cock. It started to throb and Dean found himself asking, 'So Sammy, what's it feel like?'



'Huh?' His brother's voice sounded raw. He'd obviously been deep throating their father again.



'Dad's cock,' Dean eleborated getting off on just talking about this, 'in your ass. So tell me. You prefer it on your knees or back?'



He never gave his brother time to answer, as he shoved his blankets off and hurled himself towards the younger teen, pressing him face down on the bed. His dick was harder than it had ever been before. 'Never mind,' he gasped against his brother's neck, feeling Sam trembling beneath him but the kid didn't struggle. Apparently John had taught him well. 'I'll find out myself.' And Dean did, shoving his erect cock up his brother's ass and pounding ruthlessly.



Oh God, he suddenly understood his father a lot more. Sam was so hot, so tight, Dean could easily see why John coveted his younger son.



Banging Sam hard into the bed, Dean closed his eyes, lost in the pure pleasure of fucking the younger boy that he never heard the bedroom door open.



It was only when he came, gasping and shattering, deep in his brother's bowel did he register that his father was standing behind him.



John's soft kiss on his shoulder had Dean pulling out of his brother and turning to meet his father. Their tongues hungrily battled for dominance as they kissed like savages and then Dean was being pushed to his knees as Sam, sobbing, from his brother's rape, tried to scoot away. He only got as far as the end of the bed before his father's 'Sam' warned him not to even think about running.



Unlike his sibling, Dean eagerly took his father's dick in his mouth sucking and gnawing on it as his father fisted his hands in Dean's hair and started humping his mouth. As he was face-fucked, Dean closed his eyes and then swallowed every bit of his father's cum, his eyes asking for more.



John smiled down at him. 'My good little soldier,'he praised and gently pulled Dean to his feet. He glanced at Sam and grinned. 'So tell me Dean, have you ever double penetrated anyone before?'



Hearing the words, Sam made a made dash but was grabbed by his father and brother. 'Where you going, Sammy?' John goaded, 'We can't party without the guest of honor.'



And ten minutes later when Sam was sobbing as John and Dean sandwiched him between them and rammed both their cocks up his ass, they proved it.



'Hey, Dad,' Dean groaned as he thrust into heaven, 'you think that a family that fucks together, stays together?'



John didn't answer, just started pounding harder and came.



The End - unless you want to see something else. I'll consider suggestions, twisted or otherwise.