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One Bad Night
This is John/Dean and contains Non-con and underage if you consider 16 underage so be warned. John is not a good man here.
John sat at the bar nursing his scotch as he surreptitiously kept an eye on his son who was working the pool table at the back. He had a couple guys on the hook and John was just here as back up in case he needed it as the boy got in some practice. There was an old drunk on his left and an open seat to his right that was suddenly filled with a buxom blond who was giving him the look.
“Buy you a drink?” John said as he was sure that’s what she was angling for and he didn’t mind since she was giving him such a nice view. Not that he had any intention of leaving with her but it never hurt to be polite. For the next few minutes he listened to her talk but didn’t add a whole lot to the conversation and eventually she got the message when he didn’t spring for a second drink and moved to a stool down further, beside what looked like another drifter.
Throwing back the rest of his drink he looked to the back corner for his son but didn’t see him anywhere. What the hell, the kid knew better than to leave without telling him. Even if he’d found some chick to hook up with Dean knew he had to let John know first. Even at 16 Dean always followed his orders to the letter so this was not right.
Even though John had been distracted with the blonde he would have seen if Dean had passed him to head out the front door so he had to either be in the washroom or have gone out the back door. Getting up he tossed some money down on the bar and headed to the bathroom which he found completely empty. Storming out the back door he didn’t see anyone so he walked towards the cars in the back parking lot when he heard something that made him pause.
“Look how pretty he looks Hank. Definitely worth the couple bucks he won off us to get him out here like this.” Came a deep voice from down the row. John moved into the shadows and stealthily sidled up behind the two men.
“Yeah this kid is gonna feel so good on my dick. Hurry, get his pants off Buck, he sure is a pretty one.”
“I can’t wait anymore, I’m gonna stick my dick in his mouth then tear that ass to bits.” John was close enough now to see one man standing beside the opened back door to a dark coloured pick-up truck. The other was inside and he could see that there was a pair of legs sticking out with pants pulled down to the boots that looked an awful lot like the ones Dean was wearing. Rage darkened his vision as he snuck up behind the first man and used the but of his gun to knock him unconscious. Hitting hard enough the man went down with one blow and John didn’t care if he ever woke up. The other man was busy pumping his dick into Dean’s slack mouth and didn’t’ see what happened until John cocked the gun, the sound echoing in the quiet night.
“Get off my son now.”
The man threw his hands up and carefully climbed off Dean and out of the truck. “Hey sorry mister, didn’t know he was yours. Just some kid looking to have a good time.”
John could see Dean better now and the boy wasn’t completely out but was definitely under the influence of something.
“What’d you give him?” He demanded.
“Nothing, he got a little drunk and asked to come out here with us.”
“Stop fucking lying or you’re gonna have a few more holes in your body.” Dean hadn’t been drinking anything but soda made to look like alcohol since he was underage and because he was supposed to be practicing his scam which needed him aware and sharp. John had paid the bartender enough that there was no way he’d not followed John’s request.
“Okay okay, just a little something to make him… pliant. He’ll wake up in the morning and won’t remember any of this.”
“Daaaaa” John heard from inside the truck. Dean must have heard his voice.
“It’s alright Dean, I’m here.” John tried to sound reassuring to his son but he heard the rage still evident in his voice.
“As for you, you might want to be more careful cause if I see you anywhere near this boy or any other one again you won’t see the next day.” John hit the man with the butt of the gun and knocked him out as well, then picked up both bodies and tossed them into the back of the truck not caring that both their heads were bleeding quite a bit. They should be out for a while with how hard he’d hit both of them and would likely have concussions when they did finally come around.
Turning to Dean his rage drained away and was replaced with worry. The damn kid knew better than to drink anything handed to him so either he wasn’t paying attention or he didn’t listen to John and take proper precautions. It would serve the kid right if John hadn’t saved him, teach him a lesson.
John took in the almost naked body below him as he tried to get a grasp of the kid to haul him out of the truck. Dean collapsed down onto him as he was too out of it to work his arms or legs. Grabbing the jacket from the floor he picked Dean up and carried him around to the side parking lot where the impala was and managed to lay him out on the back seat.
All that naked skin under John’s hands was doing odd things to him but mostly he was angry with the kid. How many times had he warned him of just this sort of thing because John saw the way men looked at his son. Those lips of his were going to get him into trouble if he wasn’t vigilant, not to mention that ass that even straight men looked at. Maybe John should teach him a lesson. Maybe he should leave him with his shirt hiked up and his pants down like this, all spread out on the backseat like he’d been ravished. Let the kid wake up like that and after he’d sweated it out tell him that his father had actually saved him. Or maybe not tell him, let the lesson really sink in.
John’s hand ran down the bare leg before him to settle on the bunched-up jeans and boxers that were caught on Dean’s boots. Before he even thought about it John found himself undoing the boots and dropping them into the footwell, then the clothes as well. If he was going to teach him a lesson the kid should be naked, right?
The tee shirt that was bunched up under his armpits was next and there, all that pale skin was on full display. It was too dark to make out the beautiful freckles that dusted all that skin but John knew they were there and he had the sudden urge to lick them as he’d done to Mary’s all those years ago. He wondered if Dean’s skin would taste the same.
John leaned in and pushed Dean further into the car and then moved his legs so John could get in and sit on the seat, shutting the door behind him. He had the urge to look his son over and he felt like it was his right as the boy’s father and tonight, his saviour.
John had saved this boy from what was probably going to be a brutal raping by two backwards hillbillies. They would have torn Dean to shreds and left him likely beaten and ripped up on the inside. John had saved him, so if he wanted to have a little look see what was the harm?
Lifting the boy’s left leg he rested it up in the back window and then hooked the right up over the back of the front seat so that his legs were spread open. John took in his son’s soft cock and large sack before he reached out and ran a finger down his taint and over the furled little hole everyone was so interested in.
John had been with men himself before but considered himself straight since he only topped and it was in times of need. Sometimes when you were only around men you had to lower your standards and John had no problem with using a man for his mouth or his ass if he needed to get off. But before now he’d never actually gotten hard just looking at another man. Of course, Dean wasn’t actually a man, he was a boy, and John’s son, so it was different.
Putting a slight bit of pressure on Dean’s hole he heard the younger man let out a groan. Dean’s eyes were closed but he was still somewhat aware, however much the drugs in his system were letting him be. Letting the finger trail upwards over the taint and nuts he ran it up Dean’s cock and heard another of those little sounds from the boy.
Maybe it would serve Dean better if he used him a bit first before he left him for the night? Getting a hold of Dean’s cock he stroked it a few times and was happy to see it chub up a bit. “You like that Dean, like it when Daddy touches your dick?”
“Mmm” Dean moaned and tossed his head to the side as he hardened further in John’s grip. Reaching his other hand up John tweaked a perky nipple and Dean let out another little sound.
“Yeah, you like it when Daddy touches you don’t you, you little slut.” John leaned up and took one of Dean’s nipples into his warm mouth to lave at it. He sucked it hard as the boy made more of those little sounds. When the nipple was red and puffy he moved on to the other and worked it over with the same intensity. Dean was now hard in his fist and the older man moved down to lick a stripe up the shaft. John had never had his mouth on another man’s cock but this was Dean so he figured he was allowed.
A bead of precum bubbled from the tip and John licked it up before closing his mouth around the top and sucking. Dean made more little mewling sounds. Pulling back John leaned up into the front seat and dug around in the glove compartment. He smiled when his hands closed around the bottle of lube he knew Dean had in there.
Sitting back into the seat John looked over at his beautiful boy. The kid was so sinfully attractive it was like a punch to the gut sometimes and John spent a good amount of time glowering at men who looked wrong at the boy. But tonight Dean had really done it and John was going to teach Dean why he needed to be more careful in the future.
Getting his fingers wet John immediately started to work the kid open. With him out of it like this his body was so relaxed and compliant that there was hardly any resistance and John knew he went too fast but he needed inside that tight space as soon as possible. Within minutes he was pulling himself out and lubing up. Leaning up he kissed the boy on the mouth, wanting that little bit of intimacy before getting him into position with John on his knees under his raised hips so that he could slide inside the most perfect hole he’d ever felt.
“Oh fuck son, you’re so tight, so perfect. Been in quite a few assess before and none have felt like this. God Dean.” He moaned and panted as he slid balls deep inside his son. The boy below let out a grunt and was clearly uncomfortable since his face was screwed up and he faintly tried to push John away but the older man just pushed Dean’s hands aside and began to pump his hips.
“Oh son, you have no idea how good you feel.” John got out before he started to really thrust into the kid. Dean’s cock bounced on top of him and more precum bubbled out the tip but his face was still scrunched up. John’s fingers dug into the tender skin at the boy’s hips and he figured he’d leave some bruises, but he wanted more so he leaned down and sucked a hickey onto the boy’s chest, making sure to bite down and leave teeth marks as well.
“Love you so much son, my son, mine! So it’s my right to be the one to do this, not those two nobodies. You belong to me Dean, just your Daddy, got that?”
“Daaa” Dean tried to say, his eyes now open a little but still totally glazed over.
“Yes Dean, Daddy’s the one riding this sweet little ass. Feels so fucking good.” John could feel his orgasm building and part of him wanted to stave it off so he could keep riding this amazing ass that felt so perfect for him. He hadn’t felt this turned on since before Mary died. God, since their honeymoon even. That had been the only time that Mary had let him fuck her ass like this, that one single time, and this was exactly how it’d felt. John had wanted it so bad again but she hadn’t liked it at all and had refused. It was the only real thing they fought about and he could remember a time he’d even left her for a bit and gone on a bender, fucking a bunch of random guys in bar bathrooms before going back to his wife’s waiting arms.
But now was not the time to think of any of that as he was in fucking heaven railing Dean so hard the kid’s head was banging into the side door.
“Come on Dean, feels so fucking good, oh God…” John cried out as his orgasm slammed into him with such intensity he almost blacked out. Somehow he hung on and kept pumping out jet after jet of cum, filling his son’s ass with a massive load.
John finally slowed and collapsed down onto the body below him. As he caught his breath he turned and dropped a few kisses onto the boy’s chest then worked up to his neck where he left another large hickey.
“Love you, my son.” He said as he lay back and rested for a bit. He could hear Dean’s even breathing and figured he was totally out now. Running his fingers over creamy skin John thought about how good this had been. He lay there thinking of Mary for a while and the life that had been ripped away from him. He’d been so dead inside since that day but for the first time something had awakened in him and he had his boy to thank for that. He wasn’t sure how long he lay there, but eventually he felt himself start to harden again so he managed to turn Dean over and bend his legs up under him so that he was face down with his ass in the air. John rode him hard again, thinking if he fucked him hard enough that maybe the boy would remember how good his daddy gives it to him and would want it again. John knew this was illogical and it would be really bad if Dean remembered this but he couldn’t help wanting him to.
After dumping another large load into the boy he left him on his side with his father’s cum leaking out of him while he put himself away, did up his pants, then shut the door to start the walk back to the motel. He planned to tell the kid he walked home while Dean was still playing and that Dean assured him he was fine but wanted the car in case he hooked up. This was something that had happened a few times now so the boy wouldn’t question it.
Letting himself into the room John stripped out of his clothes and collapsed on the bed closest to the door, happy that Sammy was with Pastor Jim this week so he didn’t have to answer any questions about where Dean was. John though again of his boy in the back of that car and felt himself stir. Fuck, he hadn’t been able to get it up again like this in years, not that he’d had much appetite for multiples with the few hookups he’d had over the years. But if he was still out there he thought he could probably go again before Dean woke up in the morning. The pull to get up and go back was strong but eventually sleep won out.
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In the morning John was instantly awake when the doorknob turned. He relaxed his hand on the gun when he saw his son poke his head in then slowly sneak in.
“You okay Dean?” He asked as he knew would be expected.
“Um, ah, sure, yeah” Dean said, clearly uncomfortable. John watched as he made his way to his bag then to the washroom where the shower immediately turned on. John didn’t like that Dean was in there washing his cum off and actually had the urge to go and tell him to stop or to pull him out and fill him up again. Instead he lay back down and let his hand drift down to his dick. He didn’t want to get himself off but he just gave it a few lazy strokes as he remembered everything that happened last night. Fuck, before last night he would have killed anyone who’d done that to his son and would have never… well he wanted to think he wouldn’t have but he had to admit to himself there had been thoughts over the years as the kid looked so much like his mother. Hell, even better than his mother sometimes. Dean was his own brand of temptation and last night John had finally given in.
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Dean let the hot water wash over him as he tried to keep his tears in check. He had woken up this morning naked in the back of the impala with no memory of how he’d gotten there or what had happened to him to account for the shape he was in. It was clear something bad had happened considering the marks on his skin, his red abused nipples and the dried cum on his ass but the last memory he had was of playing pool so he had no face to put to whoever had done this to him.
Sinking down in the tub Dean brought his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them as he let the tears fall. He wanted to be able to find the fucker that did this to him and put a gun to his head but as he had no face Dean just felt this fear that it could be anyone. Muffling his sobs with his shoulder he thought of all the men over the years that had propositioned him. Of the ones that had offered money, and even though Dean had come close a few times when they were desperate, he’d always managed to find a way and avoid having to do that; and now here he was having had this taken from him against his will. He felt hallow and broken and had no idea how he was going to face his father in the next room.
Dean must have lost track of time because his father banged on the door asking what was taking so long, so Dean got up and finished scrubbing his body before climbing out and drying off. He slipped his clean boxers on and his tee but when he went to put on his pants he realized that in his rush past his father he’d grabbed dirty jeans. If they hadn’t had blood and dirt stains he would have just put them on anyway, feeling the need to cover himself completely, but they were too bad to wear and not get them into trouble if anyone realized that was blood. Therefore, he balled them up with his other clothes and quietly slipped into the other room hoping John would still be in bed.
Luck was not with him as his father was sitting up on the side of his bed dressed only in black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his morning wood. Dean ducked his head down and stuffed his clothes into the side of his bag with his other dirty stuff and grabbed clean jeans but before he could put them on John was suddenly beside him.
“Well, it looks like you had some fun last night.” He said with a huge smirk.
Dean’s guts rolled with anxiety. “What?” he asked.
“That’s some hickey there on your neck, son.” John reached out and ran a finger over the mark on his neck, making a shiver run down his spine.
“Um, yeah, I guess.” He mumbled as he opened his bag again looking for socks as well.
“Oh come on, indulge your old man, was it the blonde bombshell. Did you go to cougar town after I left?”
“Yeah, the blonde. Was really hot.” He mumbled again as his stomach rolled and his heart raced.
A finger tucked under his chin forced his face up to meet his father’s concerned gaze. “Dean, you don’t look right. What’s going on”
Dean crumpled into his father as a sob broke free. John’s arms came up around him and he felt safe for the first time since he woke up naked and alone.
“Hey, hey, its okay. Come here, sit with me.” John said as he sat Dean down on his bed. “You’re okay, I’ve got you son.” John held him close against his chest as he patted the top of Dean’s head. “Nothing bad going to happen with me here, don’t worry son.”
Dean sobbed for a few minutes then tried to reign it in. He was a Winchester and he was tougher than this, he killed monsters for Gods sakes.
“I’m sorry sir.” He finally managed to say.
“Hey now, its all good. You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”
“I feel so stupid.” Dean’s face felt like it was on fire with the blush staining his cheeks. How could he tell his father that he thought he’d been raped last night.
“No, you’re many things Dean but stupid isn’t one of them. Now tell me what happened.”
The command eased the tensions as Dean was so used to following his father’s orders that he just started talking. “I don’t know what happened Dad. I woke up in the back of the car naked and… things had been done to me, but I don’t remember any of it.”
John’s arms tightened around him and Dean soaked in the warmth of the embrace and the safety his father offered.
“Dean, how many times have I told you to never take a drink from someone. How can I trust you to be safe if you do this.” Dean shrunk inside.
“I know Dad and I swear I never do. Someone must have slipped it into my drink when I wasn’t paying attention.”
“And I’ve warned you about that too. What if it was a monster wanting to weaken you to take you out before you could hunt it? There are worse things that could have happened to you than having some fun and not remembering it.”
Dean shrunk inside even further to hear his dad say it was just some fun someone had. Like it wasn’t a big deal when it was killing him inside.
“I’m sorry sir.” He tried to say but it ended with another sob.
“Its okay Dean, I’m here now and you’re safe with me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you now.” Dean felt relieved at the words and the safe feeling returned as he buried his face even further in his father’s chest, clinging to him like a child.
“You know Dean, I saw this thing once on tv where this woman who had been raped let her husband help her reclaim her body. I could help you do that.” Dean had no idea what that meant but it sounded good so he nodded against his father’s chest.
“Look at me Dean.” He ordered and the younger man pulled away from the warmth of the other man’s body to look him in the eyes. “That’s a good boy.” John trailed his fingers over Dean’s neck then leaned in, kissing the hickey on his neck.
Dean’s skin prickled and a shiver ran down his spine but his mind rebelled while his stomach rolled.
“Its okay Dean. I’m going to help you but you have to trust me.” His father said as he licked over the mark then sucked on it making it hurt. When he eventually pulled back John smiled at whatever it was that he saw. “See, now its my mark and since I love you it can’t be a bad thing anymore. Now lets get this shirt off and see if there are any more.” Dean wanted to keep his arms down, to keep the shirt on but John was insistent and he wasn’t used to fighting against his father so he gave in and let the garment be removed.
“Oh son, look here.” John said as he leaned in and licked at a bite mark on Dean’s chest. The older man kissed and licked at it, then as he’d done before he sucked until it hurt before moved onto another hickey that was marring Dean’s skin.
“Alright Dean, I want you to lay back on the bed. That’s it, head on the pillow.” John coaxed as Dean did as his father said. He could feel his fear building and the confusion in his head.
John lay down beside him, leaning over to suck his lips into a kiss. Dean felt like gagging when his father’s tongue invaded his mouth but he managed to keep the bile from bubbling up. Having spent his whole life following his father’s orders it was hard to resist especially since the few times he hadn’t really bad things had happened. Therefore, as his father gave him commands he found himself following them even though he really didn’t want to.
John had removed their boxers and was continuing to kiss him all over as he talked about how he would make Dean his now and that he wouldn’t have to be afraid anymore. Dean really didn’t want to be afraid and wanted the sense of safety his father always brought but was having a lot of trouble finding it right now. He had just been violated in the worst way and now his own father was doing these things to him he wasn’t comfortable with. However, as John very gently sucked on Dean’s over sensitive and raw nipples he felt himself start to harden a bit. John seemed thrilled at this and worked his way down until he was sucking Dean’s cock into his mouth.
The feeling was incredible, just like any time a girl had done this for him and he couldn’t help the moan he let out as he hardened even further. John lapped at his slit and then sucked the head in before licking around it like lollipop. Dean pushed his hips up as the older man opened up and sucked him down until he gagged. But John powered through and kept going till he had all of Dean in.
The pleasure in his body was starting to drown out the confusion and horror in his mind as Dean just lay there and let his father do what he wanted. He barely even noticed when John pulled off and just worked him with one hand while he reached over to the nightstand with the other. But suddenly there was wet fingers where there had never been fingers before, at least not ones he could remember, and suddenly Dean’s mind was loud again as he jerked back, away from his father.
“No, please.” He said as the fingers chased him while John grabbed his hip and held him down.
“Dean you have to trust me. This is for the best and it’ll help you.”
“Dad, please.” He cried.
“Its okay son. I’ve got you, just concentrate on that. I’ve got you and I’m gonna make this really good for you.”
Dean tried to slow his breathing and hold still, he didn’t want to make his dad mad at him but he really didn’t want this either.
John leaned down and sucked his son’s dick back into his mouth causing Dean’s confused body to respond by dribbling out some precum which John lapped up.
“Mmm, taste so sweet my boy.” John said before diving back in just as a finger pushed inside his body. Another finger followed within seconds and Dean could feel a burn, but not as bad as he thought it would be. He was probably still soft from whatever happened last night but his mind skidded away from that thought.
Suddenly John was over him and kissing him as something nudged at his hole, pushing in and making Dean cry out at the burn. John didn’t stop though he just kept up a slow slide until he was all the way, balls deep in his son’s ass.
Dean tried to cry out, to tell his dad again to stop but John held his mouth firmly with his own, tongue jammed inside Dean’s mouth so far he could almost choke on it. Finally, John pulled his face back and Dean could at least breathe.
“Its okay son, it’ll feel much better in a minute. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” John nuzzled Dean’s neck and it did feel better down there, plus the nuzzling was nice. Once Dean relaxed John started to move which brought the burn back for a moment then it was like his body just opened up and it didn’t hurt at all anymore. Dean’s legs opened further on their own and even wrapped around John’s waist as the older man began to pump into his son’s pliant body.
“Oh god Dean, you feel so good. Such a good boy, my special boy.” Something warm formed in his chest at these words. Dean spent every day trying to get his father’s attention, trying to get his admiration. “Oh Dean, you feel better than anyone else I’ve ever been with.” This cracked Dean’s chest wide open. For his father to say that, to even hint that Dean was the best at something, the best at this, better than even Mom had been. It was everything he’d ever wanted and all he had to do was spread his legs.
This time it was Dean who leaned up and kissed his father, causing the man to groan and devour his lips. John began to fuck into him faster rolling Dean’s legs up onto his arms to change angles. Dean cried out when his father hit something inside him that caused intense pleasure. John pumped harder, slamming his cock into Dean’s body with enough force that the headboard stated bumping the wall and Dean cried out with each stab to that spot inside him.
“Dadddy, dad, please.” He cried.
“Oh God, Dean, fuck, best pussy I’ve ever felt, you feel like you were made for me. Fuck I need you Dean. Need this.” Dean’s whole body was thrumming with the pleasure but it was those words, that his dad needed him that sent him over the edge as his orgasm burst from deep inside, causing jets of cum to shoot up his chest and his ass to clench down on his father’s cock.
John shouted as his own release washed through him and Dean could feel that with each thrust his ass was becoming a sloppy mess as John worked through his climax then finally slowed and collapsed down on top of his son.
Raising his arms Dean wrapped them around the man on top of him, holding on while he wiped his wet cheeks on his father’s shoulder. He hadn’t even realized he’d been crying but there was no point now. He purposely drowned out the voice in his head telling him how wrong and bad this was and that he didn’t want this. Instead he focused on how good it had felt once he stopped fighting it and the wonderful things his father had said to him. Plus, now John was all wrapped around him in a way Dean had been wanting his whole life. To be held and told he was special and made to feel safe and loved. So what that it wasn’t the way he though it would be, that he’d had to let his father use his body first. He could live with that.
John rolled to the side but kept his arms around Dean. “You okay son?
“Yes Dad. I’m good.” Dean replied and saw his father smile out of the corner of his eye.
“You know, this doesn’t have to be a one time thing now that we know how good it is between us.”
“Oh” Dean hedged.
“Dean. I asked you a question I expect an answer.” His voice was cold and commanding, not the loving warm tone he’d been using which made Dean freeze up inside.
“Um, yeah, okay” he managed to get out.
“Good boy. Knew you’d see how good we are together. How perfect you are for me. We just have to be careful around your brother, he’s too young to know about this right now. Someday he’ll have to but for now he might let something slip to the wrong person. Okay Dean?”
“Yes Dad.”
“But considering he’s okay on his own more now that he’s 12 I think you can come on more hunts with me and we can have a lot of time for this. Doesn’t that sound good Dean? To have your daddy fill you up like no one else. To make you cum on his cock without a hand on your dick. Oh Dean, that was incredible. Something I’ll treasure, that I was able to make you do that.”
Dean felt that warm glow again. “Yes Dad. Me too.”
John ran his hands down Dean’s naked chest. “And I haven’t called Jim to let him know this hunt was wrapped up so we can actually spend a few days together before we go get your brother.
Dean’s stomach dropped at this. He kinda wanted some time to think and he really missed his brother but what could he say? All he could think about was how fast everything had changed. All it had taken was one bad night and his life would now be defined as before and after this, and Dean really didn’t think this change was for the better.
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John decided to reward Dean and spoil him a bit so he took him for breakfast then told him they would spend the day doing whatever Dean wanted to do. By the time they got back to the motel room later that evening Dean had a huge smile on his face and seemed to be glowing from all the attention John had lavished on him. He knew he wouldn’t always be able to treat the boy like this but it was worth it right now after the wonderful gift Dean had given him last night and again this morning.
Just thinking about how the boy had felt that morning as he came on John’s cock had him starting to stiffen up. The boy was in the bathroom brushing his teeth when John came up behind him and rubbed his bulge into the kid’s ass, wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist.
The boy froze and had a strange look on his face but John ignored it to nuzzle into his neck. It almost felt like he tried to pull away but John just tightened his arms and rubbed again, showing his son just how much he turned him on.
“Mmm Deeaan, oh my boy you have no idea how much I need you. All day been thinking about this and how much I need you.”
Dean gulped and his eyes got big in the mirror’s reflection. “Need me? Really?”
“Oh yes, never needed anything more, don’t you feel how bad it is?” He rubbed up against his son’s ass again. “You’re such a good boy, best son I could have ever asked for and now we have this together and I need it real bad son, there’s no one else in the whole world that makes me feel like you do.”
“O-okay.” Dean stammered out.
John got to work on his son’s jeans, getting them opened and pushed down to his ankles so the boy could step out of them easily along with his boxers. As John stood back up he ran his mouth up Dean’s inner leg and felt a shiver run down his body.
“D-dad?”
Spreading Dean’s cheeks he gave a lick causing another shiver then continued his rise up Dean’s back until he was standing behind the boy, looking into their reflection in the mirror. Opening his own pants he got his cock out and considered making Dean suck it but he was hard enough not to need it and there was something compelling about watching themselves in the mirror that he wanted to stay like this. Next time he told himself, next time he would instruct Dean in the art of sucking his father’s dick.
John leaned in and sucked a mark into the join of Dean’s shoulder and neck before kissing the back of his neck and up behind his ear where he actually got a small moan from the boy. Oh the things he wanted to do to the kid now that Dean wanted it as much as he did. All these images of Dean greeting him after a long hunt down on his knees, already worked open in preparation for John to fuck the kid stupid were floating in his mind.
Reaching around the boy John grabbed the liquid soap they carried with them off the counter and used it to lube himself. It wasn’t the best thing to use but it’d do and the boy should still be soft from this morning.
Knocking Dean’s legs further apart John grabbed his hips and moved him so that he was tilted forward, arching his back and pushing his hips back and up. There was a look of fear on Dean’s face that John didn’t understand so he ignored it and continued to tell his boy how much he wanted and needed this.
The slide in was easy, like Dean’s body wanted him inside and just opened up for it. The boy’s face screwed up and he closed his eyes while John lay himself out over his back and just held there for a moment, balls deep in his son’s ass, and took a moment to soak in every bit of intense pleasure he felt while watching their faces in the mirror.
“Oh God Dean, you feel so good, so perfect. You grip me so tight but still pull me in like the good little cock slut you are. Oh fuck Dean.” With each word Dean’s face relaxed a bit more and he could feel when the tension left him, that’s when John started to move.
Slow deep thrusts had the boy’s face going slack and he tilted his head back to rest it on John’s shoulder while the older man continued to suck and lick at his son’s neck. He knew it’d look a mess afterwards but he couldn’t help it. He’d tell Pastor Jim that Dean had been out with a particularly nasty chick and the man would wave it off since they all knew Dean’s burgeoning reputation. Not that the boy was going to be allowed to let anyone else touch John’s property from now on, but the others didn’t need to know that.
“Oh god Dean, right there, do you feel that?” He picked up his speed as he thrust into his son’s tight little body over and over. Needing to hear those sounds from him again John adjusted his angle until he felt Dean stiffen and let out a moan.
“That’s the place, right Dean? Right there is your sweet little pleasure spot,” He said as he hit it again.
The boy’s eyes were still closed so he brought one hand up and cupped his face, angling it back towards the mirror. “Open your eyes Dean, I want you to see how happy you make me, see how good we look while we do this.” He ordered and the boy obeyed as he’d always been taught to do.
With the kid’s eyes open and on John, and his tight ass wrapped so perfectly around his cock, John felt his control slipping as he sped up further. He could feel the beginnings of his orgasm and needed to get the boy there as well so he tried to make sure he was hitting his prostate as he began to slam into that perfect ass with more force. Dean was moaning now and gripping the counter hard so that he didn’t’ slam into it as John worked him harder and harder.
“Uh, Uh, That’s right Dean, look at Daddy, see… See how right this is. Always should have been me in here Dean, my sweet boy. My perfect son. Oh fuck… need you so bad.” He chanted as he pumped himself harder and faster, chasing that flawless release that he’d felt each time he’d been with his son.
“Come on Dean, feel how good this is, Feel how good I fill you up, how good you make me feel.” John could see his son’s face full of the pleasure he was giving him, pleasure that only he could provide for the boy. Reaching around he got a hand on Dean’s dick and pumped his hand in counter point to his pistoning hips.
Dean didn’t last long after that and blew his load all over the counter in front of him which is when John pushed him down so that he was laying across the sink and his ass was really stuck out for John to frantically pump into.
The climax was just as intense as the other had been and he dumped another load into his son’s eager body before he pulled out and patted him on the back, telling him how good he did then pushing the boy into the shower to clean them both up.
Afterwards he ordered Dean into his own bed to wait for him while he set out to read through his pile of papers and stuff to see if he could find a hunt or something to justify Jim keeping Sam for a while longer. He was gonna have to start working Sam so that he could eventually tell him without fear of the boy saying anything because John didn’t want to hide this when they were all together in the motel rooms at night. It was going to be hard enough keeping his hands to himself while they were in public. Of course, there was also the thought way in the back of his mind that if Dean felt this good wrapped around his dick how would little Sammy feel? That small body taking John’s big cock, would he be able to see himself poking out the kids guts? But John pushed those thoughts away for now, he was content to mold Dean into his perfect sex partner for now. There was so much to teach him on how to please his father.
He was on his second paper with no results when he realized he didn’t actually need to find a hunt, just somewhere to spend a few uninterrupted days with his boy and they could just say they found a haunting. With that decision made John cleaned up the table and made his way over to the bed where he shucked his boxers and climbed in naked, pulling the boy into his arms and wrapping himself around him. Dean stiffened in his arms but John just told him to go to sleep since they were both wiped out. He’d see to Dean’s needs in the morning since he knew how high the boy’s sex drive was and he would need to stay on top of that since he wanted Dean to be as satisfied as he was himself. Yes, life was finally looking good again and it was all because of one good night.
Fin