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Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
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3,767
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Characters - Sam and Dean
Rating - NC 17 - I have posted this on one other group.
Sam had been worried about Dean for a while now. His brother had started isolating himself more and more. Dean barely spoke to him on the long trips anymore and then there were the Motel rooms. They had always shared, it was cheaper but lately Dean had insisted on having his own room, which was proving expensive. As soon as they got the keys, Dean would head of quietly and Sam would not see him again until the next morning.
A mix of worry and curiosity was now beginning to overwhelm Sam. This was why Sam now found himself riffling through his brother’s Motel room. Sam has sat at his window until he had seen Dean leave his room and head towards the small convenience store across the highway. Then h had left his own room and broken his way in to his brother's room. Once in, Sam had looked around the place, opening draws and peeping under the beds. He had just opened one of the empty wardrobes, all Dean’s clothes were pilled on the floor, when he heard a key turning in the lock of the door.
Thinking fast, Sam threw himself into the wardrobe and pulled the door shut behind him. The wardrobe doors were made from a kind of weave which meant that although they disguised the dark interior of the wardrobe when the doors where closed, when inside and peering out in to the lit room, Sam could see clearly the whole space.
When he saw Dean stride in, sling a girly magazine on to the bed and switch on the TV, Sam had to force himself not to audibly exhale. Dean threw off his coat and let it fall on to the floor. He then drew his T-Shirt over his head, laying it on the bedside table. He stood there, bare-chested and glistening as the sweat across his body reflected the light from the flickering TV Screen.
Sam was frozen by the swirl of emotions in his mind. He felt he should announce himself but he knew that would make Dean angry. He also knew that if he stayed quiet he might just get some ideas about why Dean had become so remote. He was horrified by his own duplicity but also felt strangely compelled to sit it out in the hope of getting some answers. Dean was now rubbing his crotch through his jeans as he kicked off his boots. He leant forward and picked up the porn magazine. He flicked though it and then threw it across the room in disgust.
Sam was breathing hard, he suspected what his brother was about to do and felt like he was violating his privacy in the most horrible way. But still he watched, biting his lip as he tried to stay as quiet as possible. Dean unbuckled his belt and let his jeans fall to the floor, he was left in just a pair of tight, white briefs as he stepped out of the jeans and lay on the bed. The wardrobe was set at the foot of the bed, so Sam looked up as his brother with an unobstructed view of his body.
Dean had slipped his right hand in to his briefs and was now rubbing his crotch again. As Sam watched he could see the outline of Dean’s hardening cock through the fabric of the briefs. Dean then reached behind his head and pulled a piece of card out from under the pillow. Sam couldn’t see what was on the frayed card but he could see that Dean was looking at it intensely.
Still looking at the card, Dean pulled his cock and balls our from his briefs, his swollen erection pointing at the ceiling. Watching closely, Sam found his hand wandering to his own crotch but pulled away when he realised what he was doing. Surely, it wasn’t right to feel like this, he thought but he could not deny the warm flow of blood to his dick that he could feel more intensely than ever before.
Dean now had a firm grip of his cock and was slowly masturbating while keeping his gaze fixed on the piece of card. Sam forced himself to regain his composure as he watched the motion of Dean’s hand getting faster and faster.
Dean was now groaning with pleasure and pumping up with his pelvis in to his own fist and then with an almighty masculine roar he shot a thick load of cum in to the air. The first steam of cum rose high and landed across his face and chest, the second smothered his convulsing abdomen and the third and final spurt fell backwards across his tightening balls.
Sam remembered to breathe, with the sight before him he had almost forgotten. Dean sat up and slung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up and le his briefs, still pushed below his balls, fall to the floor. He put the piece of card on the bedside table, and picked up the T-Shirt from beside it. He used the shirt to wipe the worst of the cum of his face and chest and then walked naked in to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Sam spotted his chance to get out. He opened to door and began to head to leave. But he was struck my a thought, what exactly was the piece of card that Dean had been looking at when he’d cum. His curiosity getting the better of him, Sam moved over to the bedside table, being careful not to make any sound. He picked up the card and nearly gasped.
The card was a photograph. It was a photograph of two boys in their late teens, wearing swimming trunks and dripping wet from pool they had just been fighting in. The two boys had their arms around each other and were smiling in to the camera. One boy was blonde and the other was dark. Same recognised them, it was him and Dean.
The realisation that Dean had been jerking off to a picture of the two of them made Sam feel strange. At first he thought it was disgust but slowly he realised it was arousal. Before he knew what he was doing he lifted up the T-Shirt and pressed it to his face. He breathed in deep the fresh smell of Dean’s warm cum. Unthinkingly, his tongue reached out and lapped up some of the cum. Sam tasted and swallowed it. He took the Shirt away from his face and caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror, with strands of Dean’s cum across his hair, face and lips.
Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened and Dean stepped out. He stopped in his tracks, shocked o find his brother standing there. Dean stood there, naked with the tip of his still semi-erect penis glistening with the final traces of his semen. He looked at Sam standing there, open mouthed and as shocked as Dean. Sam was holding the soiled T-Shirt and his face was coved in Dean’s own cum.
After about thirty seconds Dean managed to close his mouth. “Well, Bro, it sure looks like we’ve got some issues to talk about,” he said.
Characters - Sam and Dean
Rating - NC 17 - I have posted this on one other group.
Sam had been worried about Dean for a while now. His brother had started isolating himself more and more. Dean barely spoke to him on the long trips anymore and then there were the Motel rooms. They had always shared, it was cheaper but lately Dean had insisted on having his own room, which was proving expensive. As soon as they got the keys, Dean would head of quietly and Sam would not see him again until the next morning.
A mix of worry and curiosity was now beginning to overwhelm Sam. This was why Sam now found himself riffling through his brother’s Motel room. Sam has sat at his window until he had seen Dean leave his room and head towards the small convenience store across the highway. Then h had left his own room and broken his way in to his brother's room. Once in, Sam had looked around the place, opening draws and peeping under the beds. He had just opened one of the empty wardrobes, all Dean’s clothes were pilled on the floor, when he heard a key turning in the lock of the door.
Thinking fast, Sam threw himself into the wardrobe and pulled the door shut behind him. The wardrobe doors were made from a kind of weave which meant that although they disguised the dark interior of the wardrobe when the doors where closed, when inside and peering out in to the lit room, Sam could see clearly the whole space.
When he saw Dean stride in, sling a girly magazine on to the bed and switch on the TV, Sam had to force himself not to audibly exhale. Dean threw off his coat and let it fall on to the floor. He then drew his T-Shirt over his head, laying it on the bedside table. He stood there, bare-chested and glistening as the sweat across his body reflected the light from the flickering TV Screen.
Sam was frozen by the swirl of emotions in his mind. He felt he should announce himself but he knew that would make Dean angry. He also knew that if he stayed quiet he might just get some ideas about why Dean had become so remote. He was horrified by his own duplicity but also felt strangely compelled to sit it out in the hope of getting some answers. Dean was now rubbing his crotch through his jeans as he kicked off his boots. He leant forward and picked up the porn magazine. He flicked though it and then threw it across the room in disgust.
Sam was breathing hard, he suspected what his brother was about to do and felt like he was violating his privacy in the most horrible way. But still he watched, biting his lip as he tried to stay as quiet as possible. Dean unbuckled his belt and let his jeans fall to the floor, he was left in just a pair of tight, white briefs as he stepped out of the jeans and lay on the bed. The wardrobe was set at the foot of the bed, so Sam looked up as his brother with an unobstructed view of his body.
Dean had slipped his right hand in to his briefs and was now rubbing his crotch again. As Sam watched he could see the outline of Dean’s hardening cock through the fabric of the briefs. Dean then reached behind his head and pulled a piece of card out from under the pillow. Sam couldn’t see what was on the frayed card but he could see that Dean was looking at it intensely.
Still looking at the card, Dean pulled his cock and balls our from his briefs, his swollen erection pointing at the ceiling. Watching closely, Sam found his hand wandering to his own crotch but pulled away when he realised what he was doing. Surely, it wasn’t right to feel like this, he thought but he could not deny the warm flow of blood to his dick that he could feel more intensely than ever before.
Dean now had a firm grip of his cock and was slowly masturbating while keeping his gaze fixed on the piece of card. Sam forced himself to regain his composure as he watched the motion of Dean’s hand getting faster and faster.
Dean was now groaning with pleasure and pumping up with his pelvis in to his own fist and then with an almighty masculine roar he shot a thick load of cum in to the air. The first steam of cum rose high and landed across his face and chest, the second smothered his convulsing abdomen and the third and final spurt fell backwards across his tightening balls.
Sam remembered to breathe, with the sight before him he had almost forgotten. Dean sat up and slung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up and le his briefs, still pushed below his balls, fall to the floor. He put the piece of card on the bedside table, and picked up the T-Shirt from beside it. He used the shirt to wipe the worst of the cum of his face and chest and then walked naked in to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Sam spotted his chance to get out. He opened to door and began to head to leave. But he was struck my a thought, what exactly was the piece of card that Dean had been looking at when he’d cum. His curiosity getting the better of him, Sam moved over to the bedside table, being careful not to make any sound. He picked up the card and nearly gasped.
The card was a photograph. It was a photograph of two boys in their late teens, wearing swimming trunks and dripping wet from pool they had just been fighting in. The two boys had their arms around each other and were smiling in to the camera. One boy was blonde and the other was dark. Same recognised them, it was him and Dean.
The realisation that Dean had been jerking off to a picture of the two of them made Sam feel strange. At first he thought it was disgust but slowly he realised it was arousal. Before he knew what he was doing he lifted up the T-Shirt and pressed it to his face. He breathed in deep the fresh smell of Dean’s warm cum. Unthinkingly, his tongue reached out and lapped up some of the cum. Sam tasted and swallowed it. He took the Shirt away from his face and caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror, with strands of Dean’s cum across his hair, face and lips.
Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened and Dean stepped out. He stopped in his tracks, shocked o find his brother standing there. Dean stood there, naked with the tip of his still semi-erect penis glistening with the final traces of his semen. He looked at Sam standing there, open mouthed and as shocked as Dean. Sam was holding the soiled T-Shirt and his face was coved in Dean’s own cum.
After about thirty seconds Dean managed to close his mouth. “Well, Bro, it sure looks like we’ve got some issues to talk about,” he said.