Once a Nerd Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Once a Nerd Ch. 11

... conjunction with too much rerouted blood is almost making me nauseous. If Sam doesn't want to fuck, which istotally fine, I'll have to beat off while simplythinking about fucking him. Small sacrifices. Great in theory, right? Well, it's not like I'mnot going to wash Sammy's back, and that's where I dick it all up—so to speak. But I'd swear on my mother, God rest her soul, it's a greenlight.

There was no need for him to arch his back like that. No goddamn need. Chest barely kissing the shower wall, hips pushed out, thighs parted. If he puts any pressure into it whatsoever, he'll be actively grinding his ass against my cock—and heknows it's been hard for the past fifteen God-awful minutes. I said I wouldn't initiate anything, but in soaping up his back, it's way too easy for one thing to lead to another. Slipping a few fingers between the mounds of his ass, toclean!, his hole practically jumps to attention. Feeling that silky, tight ring flutter against my fingertips is the straw to break this camel's back.

Just—one finger shouldn't hurt, right?

He'll tell me to stop if he doesn't want it.

Pulling back a few inches, I watch as my thumb burrows inside. The mind-melting suction isinstant, and his inner muscle tightens around the intrusion. My cock pulses with envy. He makes a sharp sound I almost miss under the water's beat, a twitch traveling his frame. With the rest of my available fingers, I grip at his cheek, dragging my thumb towards them in a way that ...

... stretches him open. "Hah,shit—"

"Mm—nngh, Dean!" He breathes my name like a prayer, pushing back.

If that's not a motherfucking greenlight.

"Sammy, you gotta tell me. If...you don't want to, we don't—"

Sam whips his face to shoot me an nonplussed look. "Are you shitting me?"

Well, alrighty then.

While we make it out of the shower, we don't make it out of the bathroom. Not for the first round, at least. Tomorrow'sSunday, so we can sleep in. I've got to milk this rarity for all it's worth. He's close to collapsing against the bathroom's wall, knees caught in a wobble, as I drag the flat of my tongue alongside his bobbing cock. I've got three fingers filling his ass, on an S&D mission for that little button to liquefy him. Christ, he makes me feel...full, sustained. There's nothing bland or lacking in his reactions. He can't hold himself back, though not for lack of trying. Nudging against his prostate, it's my cue to make the active effort in swallowing him down.

He jerks roughly, back leaping from the wall. One of his hands is tight in my hair, the other stuffing knuckles between his teeth. "Oh my Go—mmph! Dean, fuck, please..." His fragile noises bounce around the bathroom, and my dick might actually burst. I only pop off his cock when I know he's close, grinding my fingers as deeply into him as they'll go.

"Go ahead n' cum, baby, I'm gonna use it fuck you."

It's not like he can stop himself.

He folds at the waist and grips my head tightly between his ...