SPN Letters to Penthouse
Dear SPN Penthouse,
It's a hot, muggy day - they all are, it's Texas in the summer. Sweat trickles down my back as I walk home, schoolbag slung over my shoulder. I feel restless - I'm sixteen and horny all the time, and and there's so much skin at school, slutty girls with short skirts and jock guys with rippled muscles gleaming. I feel like my cock's been hard all day, awkward and throbbing in my pants.
I turn down into our street, where the houses get shitty. The street's deserted except for outside our crappy little house, where the weeds and boarded-up window look strange next to the gleaming black car. Even the slick, black shine of the car makes me feel horny. I just want to rut up against something.
A cascade of soapy water then runs over the black, and Dean stands up from the other side of the car, empty bucket in his hands as the suds splash onto the pavement. Fuck, Dean. My older brother and the hottest guy I know. He's taken his shirt off and he's sweating lightly in the heat, and I can't look at his face as he waves to me and comes around the car, can't help following the movement of muscles under his skin, his hard dark nipples, the lines of his hips pointing down into his pants.
I bite back a groan and curl my hand into a fist to stop myself from pressing down on my hard dick. I can feel myself getting wet at the head, and my balls throb. I know he's my brother, but I can't help it - I know I want to fuck him, I know it's him I see, his red mouth wrapped around my cock, when I jerk off, his face I want to spurt my thick wet load all over - and right now, Dean in front of me, that seems more important.
"Hey, Sammy," he's saying, and the name just irritates me, I want to shut him up, want to push my cock between his lips. "How was school? Fuck any cheerleaders yet? You gotta carry the torch, man, I'd had five by your age-"
I walk towards him, dropping my bag on the sidewalk behind me. I reach out and push him, my palm flat against his chest. I can feel the sheen of sweat on him, and I want to lick it off. I push him back until he's up against the car, silent and wide-eyed. It's a good look for him.
"Shut up, Dean," I say, and press myself closer. The heat between us is crazy; sweat stings in my eyes and my heart thumps hard in my chest.
"Sammy," he says again, but warily, like he knows I might do something insane.
"Dean," I parrot, and press myself close up against him, his chest to mine, thin damp material separating us.
He swallows and I suddenly know he wants this as bad as I do, and when I shove forward, grinding my cock up against his, he jerks and slaps the side of the car, but he doesn't push me away, and I can feel the hard press of his own cock against mine.
"Sam, this is--" but I shut him up with my mouth - not a kiss, not all soft like a girl, but I bite at his lips, getting them even more red and puffy, suck his tongue into my mouth.
He grabs onto my head and opens his mouth wide and dirty against mine, and my hips are pumping rhythmically against his. I flicker my tongue against his and he groans so loud that I want badly to know what he would sound like if I did that to his dick.
I fall to my knees, the hard ground hot through the worn material of my jeans. Dean looks down at me, panting. "Sam, you can't-" but he doesn't finish.
His cock strains inside his jeans, and I know he's desperate for my pretty little mouth, for his little brother to suck him off good. I press my face into him, and I can smell him, hot musk and sweat, can smell his leaking cock, and it makes my own dick jump. It's trapped almost painfully in my jeans, and I lean back to wrench them open, zipper loud in the still hot afternoon.
My cock springs out, hard and aching, and the relief of freeing it from my jeans is so good I have to grab at it to stop myself from just spurting my load right there. I can see Dean's eyes fixed on my cock - it's big, thanks to my growth spurt that won't seem to quit, and he wants it bad, I can tell.
I lean forward again and open my mouth over the hot line of his dick, sucking though the fabric and feeling it jump under my lips. I move to the head and suck hard, can taste the tang of his precome, and he moans loud and I worry the neighbours will hear, even if I'm pretty sure they'll have drunk themselves into a stupor by now. Part of me wants them to hear, so people can know what a slut my big brother is for my mouth on his cock.
The wet head of my cock is smearing all over the hem of my shirt, the light touches driving me mad. I want to fuck Dean. I tell him this, lips moving against his cock, muffled but I know he hears the words. He grabs at my head, not to pull me away but to push my face harder against his cock.
It's hot like a brand against my skin, and I want it bare. I run my teeth up the line of it, then lean back to pull down his fly and get his cock out, curving up thick towards his belly. The smell of his sweat and precome is even stronger, sharp in my nose, and my mouth waters so much I have to swallow.
It tastes as good as I imagined, as I've imagined so many times, when I slide my mouth down over it. I suck and tighten my lips around it, and Dean cries out. He pulses in my mouth and I can feel the small spurt of precome on my tongue. I swallow, can feel the bitter but heady taste of his cock all down into my throat, and try not to gag as Dean's cock slides deeper into my mouth.
I don't really know what I'm doing, except that I know this must feel good, my mouth sucking on him, and he's making enough noise I'm sure it does. I don't want him to come in my mouth, though, I want him to come when I'm fucking him, to know it's his little brother's cock in his ass making him shoot his wad.
I've thought about that, too, about sliding my cock deep into Dean's ass, watching him open up for me, and the thought I'm going to have that, gonna make him take it, is enough to make me grab for my cock again. Can't come yet.
I slide my mouth off Dean's cock, let it bump against my lips and chin, spreading spit and precome over my face. I watch Dean stare, mouth open and red as he pants.
I stand up and say it again. "I want to fuck you, Dean," and I bite at his mouth again, slide my tongue against his, and he pushes it further into my mouth and groans.
"Yeah, Sammy, yeah," and he's pushing his hips up. His cock slides against mine, and it feels so good, I just grind into him for a second, ripping off my t-shirt with a growl as it gets caught up and sticky between us.
"Turn around," I say, and he does. I pull his jeans down so his ass is bare, tight and round and pale, and he spreads his legs as much as he can, and I can see the dark place between his ass cheeks. It's hard to breathe, suddenly, the air's too hot and thick.
Dean puts his hands flat on the car roof, swears and flinches from the heat of the metal. He angles his hips out, slutty. The sight of Dean spread out against his car, our family car, waiting for me to fuck him, all his usual cockiness gone 'cause he wants my cock so bad - it makes my balls tighten up all needy and sudden. It's only thinking of fucking him and how much I want to be inside him and my own desperate will that keeps me from just shooting off over the edge right there, splattering my come over the curves of his ass.
I step up behind him and slide my cock up between his ass cheeks with a low groan. Even that feels incredible, I can't imagine how amazing it's gonna feel when I can push my dick inside him. I'm just taller than him, now, but still kind of skinny compared to his broad shoulders and well-muscled chest, the one that fills my fantasies - but I feel huge and strong pressed up against his back, covering him. I can feel him shaking against me, hips jumping with how bad he wants this.
I push my fingers at his mouth and he opens eagerly, sucks at them, runs his tongue obscenely down between my fingers. I feel dizzy with how hard I am, how fucking hot my brother is.
"God, do it," he groans as I bring my fingers back round and slip them into his crack, press up against his hole. He's so hot here that it feels like he could burn me, like there should be blisters on the pads of my fingers, and it's even hotter when I push inside, the incredible soft tightness, muscle clamping around my fingers. I thrust them and and Dean rocks against me, resting his head on his forearm, all his weight against the car now, pinned there by my fingers fucking into his ass.
He begs me again and I can't wait any longer, anyway - my cock slides over his ass, then into the hot space between his cheeks and then up against his hole. I hold my cock in place and push gently, then harder, feeling the give, and then feeling Dean open up around me, taking me in.
I gasp, can't get enough air, and I feel like I'm melting from the heat that burns me up from head to foot; his muscles grip the head of my cock so hard it almost hurts, but I'm so desperate it feels amazing. My cock's wet all the way down with precome, been drooling from my slit since I dropped to my knees, and it slicks up the way further - it doesn't take long before I'm all the way in.
Dean's panting, short little breaths and sounds, and I can feel him clench around me. My hips fuck forward, out of control, the urge ripping through me, and Dean groans when I move, so I keep doing it. His ass pulls and drags hot on my cock with each thrust, the grip so incredible, all around, like nothing I'd been able to feel with my hands.
I grip Dean's hip with one hand and reach for his cock with my other. I'm not gonna last long, not with the way Dean's pushing back into me, so tight around me, and oh shit, I'm fucking Dean, fucking him up against our car while the afternoon Texas sun beats down on my back, out in the air of the deserted back street. I'm fucking him, and it feels so good I never want to do anything else.
I wrap my hand around his cock and he cries out, slaps the roof of the car. I jerk him fast and hard, need him to come so I can, no way I'm letting myself come first, even though I don't know how I'm still holding on.
I can feel him clench up even harder around me, and I can't even thrust, it's so tight. It's a good thing I feel Dean's cock swell and twitch in my hand, feel the first wet spurts of his come on my fingers, because there's no way to stop my own orgasm this time. I pump and pump into Dean, hips snapping forward, blowing my load so hard I'm worried I could pass out. Everything goes a bit dark around the corners, but I stay conscious - my cock's still hard and twitching inside Dean like I'm never going to stop coming, but eventually it stops feeling like I'm gonna just explode out of my skin and I calm down, breathing hard.
I rest my forehead on Dean's shoulder, move my fingers on his now soft cock, come dripping off my fingers. Dean moans quietly.
I can feel my cock softening inside Dean, feel it slipping around in all the come I shot into him. I pull out slowly, shivering at how strange it feels, and my cock smears come across Dean's thigh as it slips out. I can't help myself - I look down at Dean's ass, touch my fingers to his hole and rub them in the come that's leaking out of him, my cream all white and slick as it slips from Dean's reddened ass.
"Good thing we have all this clean soapy water ready," I say.
"Huh?" says Dean.
"Cause we really need to wash up."
It's a hot, muggy day - they all are, it's Texas in the summer. Sweat trickles down my back as I walk home, schoolbag slung over my shoulder. I feel restless - I'm sixteen and horny all the time, and and there's so much skin at school, slutty girls with short skirts and jock guys with rippled muscles gleaming. I feel like my cock's been hard all day, awkward and throbbing in my pants.
I turn down into our street, where the houses get shitty. The street's deserted except for outside our crappy little house, where the weeds and boarded-up window look strange next to the gleaming black car. Even the slick, black shine of the car makes me feel horny. I just want to rut up against something.
A cascade of soapy water then runs over the black, and Dean stands up from the other side of the car, empty bucket in his hands as the suds splash onto the pavement. Fuck, Dean. My older brother and the hottest guy I know. He's taken his shirt off and he's sweating lightly in the heat, and I can't look at his face as he waves to me and comes around the car, can't help following the movement of muscles under his skin, his hard dark nipples, the lines of his hips pointing down into his pants.
I bite back a groan and curl my hand into a fist to stop myself from pressing down on my hard dick. I can feel myself getting wet at the head, and my balls throb. I know he's my brother, but I can't help it - I know I want to fuck him, I know it's him I see, his red mouth wrapped around my cock, when I jerk off, his face I want to spurt my thick wet load all over - and right now, Dean in front of me, that seems more important.
"Hey, Sammy," he's saying, and the name just irritates me, I want to shut him up, want to push my cock between his lips. "How was school? Fuck any cheerleaders yet? You gotta carry the torch, man, I'd had five by your age-"
I walk towards him, dropping my bag on the sidewalk behind me. I reach out and push him, my palm flat against his chest. I can feel the sheen of sweat on him, and I want to lick it off. I push him back until he's up against the car, silent and wide-eyed. It's a good look for him.
"Shut up, Dean," I say, and press myself closer. The heat between us is crazy; sweat stings in my eyes and my heart thumps hard in my chest.
"Sammy," he says again, but warily, like he knows I might do something insane.
"Dean," I parrot, and press myself close up against him, his chest to mine, thin damp material separating us.
He swallows and I suddenly know he wants this as bad as I do, and when I shove forward, grinding my cock up against his, he jerks and slaps the side of the car, but he doesn't push me away, and I can feel the hard press of his own cock against mine.
"Sam, this is--" but I shut him up with my mouth - not a kiss, not all soft like a girl, but I bite at his lips, getting them even more red and puffy, suck his tongue into my mouth.
He grabs onto my head and opens his mouth wide and dirty against mine, and my hips are pumping rhythmically against his. I flicker my tongue against his and he groans so loud that I want badly to know what he would sound like if I did that to his dick.
I fall to my knees, the hard ground hot through the worn material of my jeans. Dean looks down at me, panting. "Sam, you can't-" but he doesn't finish.
His cock strains inside his jeans, and I know he's desperate for my pretty little mouth, for his little brother to suck him off good. I press my face into him, and I can smell him, hot musk and sweat, can smell his leaking cock, and it makes my own dick jump. It's trapped almost painfully in my jeans, and I lean back to wrench them open, zipper loud in the still hot afternoon.
My cock springs out, hard and aching, and the relief of freeing it from my jeans is so good I have to grab at it to stop myself from just spurting my load right there. I can see Dean's eyes fixed on my cock - it's big, thanks to my growth spurt that won't seem to quit, and he wants it bad, I can tell.
I lean forward again and open my mouth over the hot line of his dick, sucking though the fabric and feeling it jump under my lips. I move to the head and suck hard, can taste the tang of his precome, and he moans loud and I worry the neighbours will hear, even if I'm pretty sure they'll have drunk themselves into a stupor by now. Part of me wants them to hear, so people can know what a slut my big brother is for my mouth on his cock.
The wet head of my cock is smearing all over the hem of my shirt, the light touches driving me mad. I want to fuck Dean. I tell him this, lips moving against his cock, muffled but I know he hears the words. He grabs at my head, not to pull me away but to push my face harder against his cock.
It's hot like a brand against my skin, and I want it bare. I run my teeth up the line of it, then lean back to pull down his fly and get his cock out, curving up thick towards his belly. The smell of his sweat and precome is even stronger, sharp in my nose, and my mouth waters so much I have to swallow.
It tastes as good as I imagined, as I've imagined so many times, when I slide my mouth down over it. I suck and tighten my lips around it, and Dean cries out. He pulses in my mouth and I can feel the small spurt of precome on my tongue. I swallow, can feel the bitter but heady taste of his cock all down into my throat, and try not to gag as Dean's cock slides deeper into my mouth.
I don't really know what I'm doing, except that I know this must feel good, my mouth sucking on him, and he's making enough noise I'm sure it does. I don't want him to come in my mouth, though, I want him to come when I'm fucking him, to know it's his little brother's cock in his ass making him shoot his wad.
I've thought about that, too, about sliding my cock deep into Dean's ass, watching him open up for me, and the thought I'm going to have that, gonna make him take it, is enough to make me grab for my cock again. Can't come yet.
I slide my mouth off Dean's cock, let it bump against my lips and chin, spreading spit and precome over my face. I watch Dean stare, mouth open and red as he pants.
I stand up and say it again. "I want to fuck you, Dean," and I bite at his mouth again, slide my tongue against his, and he pushes it further into my mouth and groans.
"Yeah, Sammy, yeah," and he's pushing his hips up. His cock slides against mine, and it feels so good, I just grind into him for a second, ripping off my t-shirt with a growl as it gets caught up and sticky between us.
"Turn around," I say, and he does. I pull his jeans down so his ass is bare, tight and round and pale, and he spreads his legs as much as he can, and I can see the dark place between his ass cheeks. It's hard to breathe, suddenly, the air's too hot and thick.
Dean puts his hands flat on the car roof, swears and flinches from the heat of the metal. He angles his hips out, slutty. The sight of Dean spread out against his car, our family car, waiting for me to fuck him, all his usual cockiness gone 'cause he wants my cock so bad - it makes my balls tighten up all needy and sudden. It's only thinking of fucking him and how much I want to be inside him and my own desperate will that keeps me from just shooting off over the edge right there, splattering my come over the curves of his ass.
I step up behind him and slide my cock up between his ass cheeks with a low groan. Even that feels incredible, I can't imagine how amazing it's gonna feel when I can push my dick inside him. I'm just taller than him, now, but still kind of skinny compared to his broad shoulders and well-muscled chest, the one that fills my fantasies - but I feel huge and strong pressed up against his back, covering him. I can feel him shaking against me, hips jumping with how bad he wants this.
I push my fingers at his mouth and he opens eagerly, sucks at them, runs his tongue obscenely down between my fingers. I feel dizzy with how hard I am, how fucking hot my brother is.
"God, do it," he groans as I bring my fingers back round and slip them into his crack, press up against his hole. He's so hot here that it feels like he could burn me, like there should be blisters on the pads of my fingers, and it's even hotter when I push inside, the incredible soft tightness, muscle clamping around my fingers. I thrust them and and Dean rocks against me, resting his head on his forearm, all his weight against the car now, pinned there by my fingers fucking into his ass.
He begs me again and I can't wait any longer, anyway - my cock slides over his ass, then into the hot space between his cheeks and then up against his hole. I hold my cock in place and push gently, then harder, feeling the give, and then feeling Dean open up around me, taking me in.
I gasp, can't get enough air, and I feel like I'm melting from the heat that burns me up from head to foot; his muscles grip the head of my cock so hard it almost hurts, but I'm so desperate it feels amazing. My cock's wet all the way down with precome, been drooling from my slit since I dropped to my knees, and it slicks up the way further - it doesn't take long before I'm all the way in.
Dean's panting, short little breaths and sounds, and I can feel him clench around me. My hips fuck forward, out of control, the urge ripping through me, and Dean groans when I move, so I keep doing it. His ass pulls and drags hot on my cock with each thrust, the grip so incredible, all around, like nothing I'd been able to feel with my hands.
I grip Dean's hip with one hand and reach for his cock with my other. I'm not gonna last long, not with the way Dean's pushing back into me, so tight around me, and oh shit, I'm fucking Dean, fucking him up against our car while the afternoon Texas sun beats down on my back, out in the air of the deserted back street. I'm fucking him, and it feels so good I never want to do anything else.
I wrap my hand around his cock and he cries out, slaps the roof of the car. I jerk him fast and hard, need him to come so I can, no way I'm letting myself come first, even though I don't know how I'm still holding on.
I can feel him clench up even harder around me, and I can't even thrust, it's so tight. It's a good thing I feel Dean's cock swell and twitch in my hand, feel the first wet spurts of his come on my fingers, because there's no way to stop my own orgasm this time. I pump and pump into Dean, hips snapping forward, blowing my load so hard I'm worried I could pass out. Everything goes a bit dark around the corners, but I stay conscious - my cock's still hard and twitching inside Dean like I'm never going to stop coming, but eventually it stops feeling like I'm gonna just explode out of my skin and I calm down, breathing hard.
I rest my forehead on Dean's shoulder, move my fingers on his now soft cock, come dripping off my fingers. Dean moans quietly.
I can feel my cock softening inside Dean, feel it slipping around in all the come I shot into him. I pull out slowly, shivering at how strange it feels, and my cock smears come across Dean's thigh as it slips out. I can't help myself - I look down at Dean's ass, touch my fingers to his hole and rub them in the come that's leaking out of him, my cream all white and slick as it slips from Dean's reddened ass.
"Good thing we have all this clean soapy water ready," I say.
"Huh?" says Dean.
"Cause we really need to wash up."