Comment porn: Night Driving
Damn night driving. Dean blinked several times, hoping to clear his vision. Nope, still dark. And without anything on the road to focus his attention, it was getting increasingly hard to keep his eyelids from drooping.
After a particularly big yawn, he checked the coffee cups littering the front for any lingering drops of caffeine. No such luck, although he did drain the last mouthful of tepid water from a water bottle. It wasn’t enough, as five minutes later he realized that his blinks were getting longer, spacing out the road for long seconds at a time.
He glanced over at Sam, snoozing with his head lolling back against the window, jacket serving as a pillow. He didn’t begrudge his brother the sleep, but with the Impala’s tape deck out and another hour and a half until civilization, Dean needed something to keep him awake.
Reaching over, he swatted Sam’s side. “Hey Sasquatch, wake up!”
Sam jerked awake with a snort, knees banging against the dashboard. “Wha-huh?” he muttered fuzzily, looking around for the threat before focusing on his brother, sleep-puffy eyes narrowed. “What the hell, Dean?”
“Sorry little brother, but it’s shotgun’s job to keep the driver awake,” Dean punctuated this statement with a loud yawn.
Sam groaned and rolled his neck, cracking his spine. “Where are we, anyway?”
“BFE, Nevada. Or maybe Utah by now. About 100 miles from anywhere.” Dean shifted in the seat, trying to find another position that didn’t entice him to just drift off right there. “C’mon Sam, no music means you’re my entertainment. So entertain me.”
Sam glared at him for a moment, still piqued about his wake up. Then the scowl slowly transformed from irritated to evil. “Entertain you, huh?” he mused. “Okay.” He settled back in his seat comfortably, and suddenly Dean got a very bad feeling about this.
“Y’know, you’re always going on about your conquests, all the kinky shit you’ve ever done,” Sam said quietly, watching him. “But I don’t think I’ve ever told you what I’ve done.”
“You mean besides me?” Dean grinned.
Sam grinned back, predator’s smile full of teeth and promise. “Oh, I did a lot before you came to get me at Stanford, Dean.” He cocked his head. “Did I ever tell you how I lost my virginity?”
“I know who and when,” Dean countered. “Susie Wilcox, Thomas Wilson High School, your junior year.”
“During study hall, in the library,” Sam continued. “We were studying US history together, and she decided we needed another book, and dragged me back into the stacks. Found this nice little area between the philosophy and sociology sections. We were kissing, and then she went down on me. She had the prettiest mouth. Swallowed and everything. Then she kissed me, let me taste myself while I lifted her skirt and tugged her panties down.. We fucked against the shelves, knocked a few books over. She squealed when she came. We nearly got caught by the librarian.”
Dean swallowed hard, picturing it. Lanky teenage Sam, pants around his knees, big hands clamping down on her thighs, holding her against the metal shelves while he thrust up into her. Damn.
“Did it in the library at Stanford too, a couple times,” Sam said contemplatively. “They had these study corrals, and if you could get the ones in the corners nobody could see what you were doing. And there was enough room under the desks to kneel.” He chuckled suddenly. “Oh yeah, I never told you about Alicia, did I?”
“Who?”
“Alicia. She wasn’t my girlfriend, not really. More like . . . friends with benefits. And man, were there a lot of benefits.” Sam let out a little throaty laugh that had Dean instantly wide awake, and slightly hard.
“We met freshman year at orientation. She lived in the same dorm, shared a couple classes. Studied together, although her idea of a study break included her blowing me in the library bathroom, or me going down on her in one of the study rooms. Did it on the professor’s desk in between classes once.”
As he talked, Sam casually reached down, rubbing at the hard line of his cock through his jeans. Dean shifted in his seat, his own dick responding to the low purr of Sam’s voice. He cleared his throat and murmured, “Nice going, little brother. But I was doin’ that in high school.”
Sam’s eyes glinted in the low light reflecting from the headlights. “But you never participated in a foursome in high school, did you?”
Dean almost choked, eyes wide as he looked over at Sam. “Foursome, Sammy? Damn, man.” That was one thing that Dean had never done. Three was the highest number of naked participants he’d been with.
Sam sighed at the memory, wicked little smile on his face. “Frat party Alicia dragged me to. We’d been doing Jager shots, and someone might have been passing around a bong, and we got pretty smashed. Alicia and I were necking in the corner when this guy tapped me on the shoulder, asked if we’d be interested in ‘expanding the party’.”
A click and a zip, and Sam’s jeans were open, his cock in his hands as he started slowly stroking. Dean had to keep reminding himself to watch the road, even though all he wanted to do was reach over and touch. “We ended up in one of the bedrooms with this guy, Jason, and his girlfriend Chloe. Man, Chloe, she could do this swirly thing with her tongue,” he moaned, thumb circling the head.
“Chloe sucked me off while Alicia did Jason, then we watched as Chloe ate out Alicia. She was feeding her three fingers, sucking on her clit, when Jason shoved me back in a chair and started sucking me off too. God, the guy had a mouth like a vacuum. Kept playing with my balls too, and the next thing I knew he had a finger up there. First time I ever got finger fucked.”
Dean didn’t know whether to be blindly jealous at the thought of another guy touching his Sam, or incredibly aroused. He snuck one hand down to rub at his crotch, trying for some relief, but Sam reached over and smacked his hand. “I’m not done yet, Dean.” He licked his lips. “After that, Jason got on the bed. Alicia rode his dick while Chloe sat on his face, and they were caressing each other - God, they had both had great racks, rubbing against each other.”
He grinned at Dean’s tented denim, cock twitching visibly under the material. His hand started to move faster, hips hitching up into his strokes, breathing harsh. “When Jason finished, that’s when Chloe pulled out the handcuffs and the strap-on. Eight inches of purple dildo. She cuffed Alicia to the bed, rimmed me a bit, then she fucked me with the strap-on while I fucked Alicia, Jason sucking at her tits.”
Dean groaned, hips jerking involuntarily. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard, so desperate for friction. But when his hand drifted downwards again, Sam smacked it again, then grabbed it and held it against his thigh. He was grunting, head lolling back on the seat as he got closer. “Know why I agreed?” he gasped, stripping faster at his dick as he got closer.
“Because Jason looked like you.”
With a final twist of his wrist and a loud moan Sam came, white splashing over his knuckles and up his stomach. “Oh fuck,” Dean moaned, as his cock twitched and he came in his pants, sticky warmth spreading through his boxers. The thick scent of sex filled the air in the car, making his senses swim. As soon as he caught his breath, he managed, “Sammy, you kinky bitch.”
Sam laughed, a sex-roughened low rumble in his chest. “You liked that?” Casual as you please, he lifted his hand up to his mouth and lapped at the come-coated skin. Dean watched through hooded eyes, reluctantly dragging his eyes back to the road stretching out ahead. Once his hand was clean, Sam leaned over and whispered in Dean’s ear, “Want me to tell you what I’m gonna do to you when we get to a motel?”
Yep, Dean definitely wasn’t tired anymore.
After a particularly big yawn, he checked the coffee cups littering the front for any lingering drops of caffeine. No such luck, although he did drain the last mouthful of tepid water from a water bottle. It wasn’t enough, as five minutes later he realized that his blinks were getting longer, spacing out the road for long seconds at a time.
He glanced over at Sam, snoozing with his head lolling back against the window, jacket serving as a pillow. He didn’t begrudge his brother the sleep, but with the Impala’s tape deck out and another hour and a half until civilization, Dean needed something to keep him awake.
Reaching over, he swatted Sam’s side. “Hey Sasquatch, wake up!”
Sam jerked awake with a snort, knees banging against the dashboard. “Wha-huh?” he muttered fuzzily, looking around for the threat before focusing on his brother, sleep-puffy eyes narrowed. “What the hell, Dean?”
“Sorry little brother, but it’s shotgun’s job to keep the driver awake,” Dean punctuated this statement with a loud yawn.
Sam groaned and rolled his neck, cracking his spine. “Where are we, anyway?”
“BFE, Nevada. Or maybe Utah by now. About 100 miles from anywhere.” Dean shifted in the seat, trying to find another position that didn’t entice him to just drift off right there. “C’mon Sam, no music means you’re my entertainment. So entertain me.”
Sam glared at him for a moment, still piqued about his wake up. Then the scowl slowly transformed from irritated to evil. “Entertain you, huh?” he mused. “Okay.” He settled back in his seat comfortably, and suddenly Dean got a very bad feeling about this.
“Y’know, you’re always going on about your conquests, all the kinky shit you’ve ever done,” Sam said quietly, watching him. “But I don’t think I’ve ever told you what I’ve done.”
“You mean besides me?” Dean grinned.
Sam grinned back, predator’s smile full of teeth and promise. “Oh, I did a lot before you came to get me at Stanford, Dean.” He cocked his head. “Did I ever tell you how I lost my virginity?”
“I know who and when,” Dean countered. “Susie Wilcox, Thomas Wilson High School, your junior year.”
“During study hall, in the library,” Sam continued. “We were studying US history together, and she decided we needed another book, and dragged me back into the stacks. Found this nice little area between the philosophy and sociology sections. We were kissing, and then she went down on me. She had the prettiest mouth. Swallowed and everything. Then she kissed me, let me taste myself while I lifted her skirt and tugged her panties down.. We fucked against the shelves, knocked a few books over. She squealed when she came. We nearly got caught by the librarian.”
Dean swallowed hard, picturing it. Lanky teenage Sam, pants around his knees, big hands clamping down on her thighs, holding her against the metal shelves while he thrust up into her. Damn.
“Did it in the library at Stanford too, a couple times,” Sam said contemplatively. “They had these study corrals, and if you could get the ones in the corners nobody could see what you were doing. And there was enough room under the desks to kneel.” He chuckled suddenly. “Oh yeah, I never told you about Alicia, did I?”
“Who?”
“Alicia. She wasn’t my girlfriend, not really. More like . . . friends with benefits. And man, were there a lot of benefits.” Sam let out a little throaty laugh that had Dean instantly wide awake, and slightly hard.
“We met freshman year at orientation. She lived in the same dorm, shared a couple classes. Studied together, although her idea of a study break included her blowing me in the library bathroom, or me going down on her in one of the study rooms. Did it on the professor’s desk in between classes once.”
As he talked, Sam casually reached down, rubbing at the hard line of his cock through his jeans. Dean shifted in his seat, his own dick responding to the low purr of Sam’s voice. He cleared his throat and murmured, “Nice going, little brother. But I was doin’ that in high school.”
Sam’s eyes glinted in the low light reflecting from the headlights. “But you never participated in a foursome in high school, did you?”
Dean almost choked, eyes wide as he looked over at Sam. “Foursome, Sammy? Damn, man.” That was one thing that Dean had never done. Three was the highest number of naked participants he’d been with.
Sam sighed at the memory, wicked little smile on his face. “Frat party Alicia dragged me to. We’d been doing Jager shots, and someone might have been passing around a bong, and we got pretty smashed. Alicia and I were necking in the corner when this guy tapped me on the shoulder, asked if we’d be interested in ‘expanding the party’.”
A click and a zip, and Sam’s jeans were open, his cock in his hands as he started slowly stroking. Dean had to keep reminding himself to watch the road, even though all he wanted to do was reach over and touch. “We ended up in one of the bedrooms with this guy, Jason, and his girlfriend Chloe. Man, Chloe, she could do this swirly thing with her tongue,” he moaned, thumb circling the head.
“Chloe sucked me off while Alicia did Jason, then we watched as Chloe ate out Alicia. She was feeding her three fingers, sucking on her clit, when Jason shoved me back in a chair and started sucking me off too. God, the guy had a mouth like a vacuum. Kept playing with my balls too, and the next thing I knew he had a finger up there. First time I ever got finger fucked.”
Dean didn’t know whether to be blindly jealous at the thought of another guy touching his Sam, or incredibly aroused. He snuck one hand down to rub at his crotch, trying for some relief, but Sam reached over and smacked his hand. “I’m not done yet, Dean.” He licked his lips. “After that, Jason got on the bed. Alicia rode his dick while Chloe sat on his face, and they were caressing each other - God, they had both had great racks, rubbing against each other.”
He grinned at Dean’s tented denim, cock twitching visibly under the material. His hand started to move faster, hips hitching up into his strokes, breathing harsh. “When Jason finished, that’s when Chloe pulled out the handcuffs and the strap-on. Eight inches of purple dildo. She cuffed Alicia to the bed, rimmed me a bit, then she fucked me with the strap-on while I fucked Alicia, Jason sucking at her tits.”
Dean groaned, hips jerking involuntarily. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard, so desperate for friction. But when his hand drifted downwards again, Sam smacked it again, then grabbed it and held it against his thigh. He was grunting, head lolling back on the seat as he got closer. “Know why I agreed?” he gasped, stripping faster at his dick as he got closer.
“Because Jason looked like you.”
With a final twist of his wrist and a loud moan Sam came, white splashing over his knuckles and up his stomach. “Oh fuck,” Dean moaned, as his cock twitched and he came in his pants, sticky warmth spreading through his boxers. The thick scent of sex filled the air in the car, making his senses swim. As soon as he caught his breath, he managed, “Sammy, you kinky bitch.”
Sam laughed, a sex-roughened low rumble in his chest. “You liked that?” Casual as you please, he lifted his hand up to his mouth and lapped at the come-coated skin. Dean watched through hooded eyes, reluctantly dragging his eyes back to the road stretching out ahead. Once his hand was clean, Sam leaned over and whispered in Dean’s ear, “Want me to tell you what I’m gonna do to you when we get to a motel?”
Yep, Dean definitely wasn’t tired anymore.