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Disclaimers or something

-Sam's in an emo phase yay

-they have no idea that sam does this bs because they go out later on, and THAT'S when the smut starts so

-I'm js gonna make this like Mary and john still here ofc deans here too vro isn't js gonna disappear

-half plot half sam smut so, for the (I guess) plot I'll say Dean's a sex worker or wtv you put it as..and Johns just a little bit of a pain in the ass because why tf not????

-in any way, shape or form if somehow some nasty fucker thinks of it that way, this is NOT WINCEST!

OK enjoy a little bit of single Sam smut guys

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It was almost night. Rain was pouring like a bitch as Sam was out with his friends after college, and had realised he had to head back before it was too late..he'd never see the light of day again if John found him being even several minutes late.

"Are you sure you gotta go home so soon? That's a bummer, man. You're gonna miss out on havin' a bump with usss!" One of his friends exclaimed. Sam looked at him like he was ridiculous before replying, "Michael, I told you. I don't do drugs, man. And certainly not coke. I'm not trying to end up like you." He retorted with a snort. Michael shoved him with a laugh as he replied, "well hey, atleast I'm cool and not a huuge whore like——"

"Don't fucking go there right now, Mike." Sam's playful expression changed as soon as he heard that first line, making Michael pause, his smile faltering. "..Er, my bad, dude. I just—" As he tried to speak up, Sam shook his head and replied, "No, this is all the time now. Quit it. I trusted you with it, and you promised you wouldn't—..I'll just see you all next week for movie night." He finished the conversation with a wave before he turned away from his friends, and walked away in silence.

Sam walked alone in the rain, the sound of his shoes pattering in the puddles below as he looked around, taking in the calm, nightly atmosphere..until a few minutes later he walked by some store, and honestly he couldn't help himself after seeing a cool looking hoodie of the band My Chemical Romance.

As he entered the store, and while he was searching about..he spotted a backroom as someone went into it. I mean..he couldn't help but be curious. So as he went to buy the hoodie he snatched from the rack, he questioned it to the worker..after eyeing him up. I mean, he sees this worker every week. But he never was this close to him. And he can't help it, this man looked really, reeaally nice.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't have the hots for him as soon as he laid eyes on him.

"Hey..uh, what's back there if..if you don't mind me asking?" He said, pointing.

The worker raised his eyebrow, taking the lollipop from his mouth and looking over before replying, shoving the golden hair from his face..once he also looked him over. Ohh, Sam might be in luck. Hopefully. I mean, he hasn't been in a relationship in hell knows how long. And this guy was definitely his type.

"..Adult stuff. Like..yknow. The whole shabang back there. To some it's, like, heaven in there trust me. I've seen people go in there and come out beaming like it's Christmas." He replied before adding, "Why, you wanted to get somethin'? You old enough?"

"..I mean, I am old enough, but—"

"You got an I.D.? You don't exactly look that old, sweetheart." He asked, holding his hand out. And Sam, of course, struggled to find it..until——

"Oh!..here it is. Yeah." He handed it over, watching as the worker looked at it, before shrugging and handing it back to him.

"Well, er, you can go have a look if you're interested. If you don't see anything worth getting, you can just buy this. I'll keep it here for ya 'till you've looked." He said. Sam nodded as he awkwardly made his way to the restricted area, and boy did his mouth drop.

This place was like the holy grail of sex toys and gadgets. Sam's eyes were blew wide as he looked around. He saw things like..Vibrators, Lube, Dildos, cock rings?..the whole lot. And seeing these things made him heat up. "Woah, okay. He was DEFINITELY not kidding, erm.."

And while Sam's face reddened, he also pondered while seeing these lewd items; how exactly do any of these feel? Are they really as good as people say they are? Sooo in a random act of too-much-curiosity, he took a couple things. All he had to do was make sure that his family didn't find out about this shit.

Bringing them to the till, his face was red like a cherry as he put them down. The worker however, didn't judge him and simply just scanned them, including the hoodie and put them in a bag. "That everything?" he asks with a smirk, and Sam immediately nodded his head. "Yeah..thanks, err.." He paused, squinting at his name tag before speaking back up, "..'Gabriel'." The worker snorted, nodding his head. "Yeah, no worries, uuuhh..?"

"..Oh!—Sam, my names—..sorry." He blabbered out. Gabriel laughed heartedly at that while he shrugged him off. Oh my god that laugh was like music to Sam's ears. "..Anyway..you gonna give me the money for this stuff? I sure don't hope your tryna steal 'em or my boss'd kick my ass into next week,..Sam." He winked. And Sam nodded while the tips of his ears went red, completely forgetting about that as he dove into his wallet for cash. He can't use his card, his mom will probably see the payment.

Then he'd be absolutely fucked if she found out.

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Sam came home soaking wet from the rain and after buying that with a sigh. Everyone could of course, tell he was home from the accidental slam of the door. John peered over and scolded of course, in his authoritive tone, "Samuel! Don't slam that door! You know how much a new one costs?!" He yelled, resulting in Sam apologising for that. He didn't exactly mean to, he was just trying to rush to get that bag in his room as he walked to the upstairs bathroom to freshen up. "Gosh..that's a new record for 'Quickest Scolding'." Sam mumbled.

Mary peeked out from the kitchen, and looked over to John before walking out to him. "..Is Sam finally home? It's so late again..John, hun, I tell you he's hanging out with the wrong people. this is why we should—"

"Take him out of college? Hard pass. If that boy wants to do something useful in life, he's staying in that damn place." John retorted, taking a sip of beer as he did so. Dean then strolled in texting away on his phone, looking at the two bickering. "Mom, dinners almost done..uh, you'll probably have to save mine for later. I..Gotta go out and do something." He said, trying to atleast stop anything from starting and get Mary's attention back to the food.

Mary turned around to Dean, and stopped speaking to John as she walked back to the kitchen with a simple sigh. "Like what, Dean?", to which John mumbled 'Working out, I hope'. Dean eyed John with a scowl before he replied, "..yknow..Stuff." He said vaguely, making Mary's eyebrow raise.

Dean would honestly get hit by a bus than tell his parents, especially his Mother, that he's been sleeping with random people for a quick buck or so. And he sighed in relief when Mary simply shrugged. So he turned to John and quickly snapped up—

"Yknow, Dad, the more you bicker or argue at mom as soon as she starts talking, the more this family goes to shyiiiitt." He said bluntly, making his Father whip his head around.

"Oh and, hey, i don't need no working out if I do say so myself, jackass. If anyone needs a quick jog down the block, it's you. You barely get up from that seat." Dean laughed at his father before pissing off back to the kitchen. He's brave as fuck for talking back despite knowing what his Father's like, that's for sure.

Once Sam had gotten a quick wash, he dried his hair and looked at himself in the mirror. If he was honest, he was kind of regretting buying that stuff..what if anyone found them?..no, no they won't..hopefully.

So he left the bathroom, sprinted to his room with the bag, took the hoodie out and then threw the rest underneath his bed that was already very, very messy.

He took his other one off, and put the new band hoodie he got on, and looked at himself. And boy, did he love it.

Later on, Dinner was ready, and everyone was sitting at the table. John and Mary had their seats next to one another on the left side, as Sam and Dean's empty chair was on the right due to him leaving to do 'something important' as said prior. Very simple layout, really.

As they were eating, Mary spoke up, looking over to Sam sweetly as she did so. "So, Sam sweetheart, how was your day?" She said, trying to start up a conversation in the awkward silence. Sam looked up through his lashes and replied simply with a shrug. "It was..okay. I'd rather not really talk about it." He frowned lightly, poking at the food infront of him.

Mary wanted to know what was wrong with her 'little' boy. She did. But she didn't want to push him because she knows he'd probably snap and run back upstairs, hiding in his room and blasting music like he always does. So Mary reluctantly nodded. "Alright, dear. Just..if you do want to speak about it if it gets a little too heavy on your mind, you can speak to any of us. Okay?" She added, resulting in a nod back from the youngest Winchester. Honestly, he'd only confide in Mary or Dean. Never John. He'd tell him to 'grow a pair'.

Sam looked over to Dean's empty seat and his frown slightly deepened. "..Where's Dean?" he asked. John sighed and replied this time, eyeing the empty seat with a disappointed expression as if Dean was still sat there. "He left to do something that he wouldn't tell me or your mother. again. I tell you, that boy is hiding too many secrets.." He complained.

They were oblivious, sure. But Sam knew what he was doing. He quite literally found Dean in his room, in shambles one time after a complete and major fuck-up that occurred. And Dean spilt that he does that kind of thing as a job and practically BEGGED Sam not to tell. And Sam stuck to that. He hasn't told anyone.

scrap that, nevermind. he didn't stick to it because he told his friends! Idiot. But he hasn't been bullied by anyone, so he's pretty sure they haven't told anyone..

"Sam?" Mary spoke up, and he suddenly realised he was just staring off nowhere, so he blinked and looked back at his mother. "Hm?" Mary looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "..Did you hear what we said?" She asks.

"Sorry, I..zoned out a bit. Say it again?" He said. And luckily Mary repeated. "I said, we're going to go out tomorrow night, with Dean, to see if we can get him to be honest. It's eating me alive not knowing what he's doing out there..Will you be okay alone that night?" She said with concern.

Tomorrow night. Bingo. What luck does he have? Tomorrow night, he can try out those..things, with no interruptions, or no way of getting caught! "Oh..alright, yeah. I'll be fine on my own, Mom. Really." He assured, practically buzzing with nervousness and, quite frankly, excitement.

Mary nodded in relief as he assured her, and they all ate their dinner in a peaceful silence after that.

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Dean came home at around midnight looking completely exhausted. Mary and John were asleep, and sam was..wherever the hell he was. He walked over to the kitchen, and luckily Mary indeed kept his food for him. So he simply heated it back up, went to the living room and sat down with what seemed to be a..very bad wince. "..Fuck..stupid sore ass, man.." He mumbled.

As he ate, he heard someone padding down the stairs despite their poor attempts to be quiet, and he snapped his head over.

Sam peered his head over, all of his usual over-the-top makeup completely taken off. He walked over tiredly with a yawn, rubbing his eyes. "Hey, Dean..uh, are you alright? Nothing bad happened?" He whispered to avoid anyone hearing. Dean smiled a little at his Brother's concern for him, and he patted the seat beside him. "..Yeah. Nothing. It was a simple regular..got paid good, atleast." He replied with a small snort. Sam smiled, but it faltered a little as he spoke up. "..Oh, yeah..er..Mom and Dad are going to take you somewhere tomorrow."

Dean's head flicked over to sam, his eyebrow raised as he spoke with a mouthful of lasagna in his mouth. Gross. "Hrrmm? Where, Sammy?" He questioned. Sam shrugged as he replied, "I don't know, but..they said they're gonna try get you to tell the truth about where you go when you leave the house randomly. Mom said she's worried."

And that made Dean pause. He swallowed, and pursed his lips in thought. "..Well I can't tell 'em. They'll..probably make me stay in the house where they can see me. But I'll just sneak out without em looking, anyway..I need that cash!" He paused, before speaking back up. "and, hey, between you 'n i, I kinda like one of the duuuuudes. Luckily for me, he's like..a half-regular, shall we say?" He said, adding onto what he was saying with a whole gush about the guy. "I tell ya, Sammy..he's got this..prickly fuckin' aftershave, uuhh..dark circles under his gooorgeous eyes, hes even got a great sense of humor..and the softness..fuuuuck, the softness!.." He sighed. If hearts could fly around people when they swooned, it was definitely happening around Dean.

Sam made a face at the way his older brother was practically swooning over the guy, sticking his tongue out in false-disgust before speaking up. "Well, what if he likes you back and you two get into a thing? You can't really go..bumping with other people if you're in a relationship." And Dean just shrugged, looking at him seriously a moment. "I mean..I don't think he would've ever asked me to come round in the first place if he knew that I was fuckin' other people." He replied. Sam merely shrugged at that. "..I guess? You do you..but hey, if you actually like this dude..I'm proud of you, man. Actually liking someone for a change."

"..Thanks, Bitch." Dean shoved Sam's shoulder playfully after saying that, looking at him with a smirk as he tried to push him back, muttering a 'Jerk' as he did so. And after that, they didn't bother going to bed, so they just watched TV, with Dean finishing his food before they eventually just knocked out on the sofa.

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Morning came around. And Sam woke up to Dean typing on his phone (as per usual..), and the TV playing still. Mary walked in and looked at Sam as she spoke up. "Finally..morning, sleepyhead. I found something in your room and I need to talk to you about it."..oh. OH..shit.

That wasn't something Sam wanted to hear in the morning..did she find all of those things he'd bought? Ohh fuck. He got up, and he followed Mary sluggishly to the hallway as she began. "Now, Sam, I need you to be honest with me.." Panicking on the inside. Practically shivering in fear of being caught o——

"..Why are you hoarding my makeup? I have found lots of my eyeliner in your drawers, and I specifically told you that your old enough to buy your own."

..Oh thank HELL. Sam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding really as he replied. "..Oh..sorry, I just..I'm too lazy to get my owwnn..yknow? Hah." He said nervously. Mary cocked an eyebrow before sighing.

"Look..Just..stop going through my stuff, and taking it. If you want to use it, use it and put. It. Back. In. My. Bag. Understand me? I have found 5 of my original Eyeliner Pens in your room, and I'm not pleased." She chided. And with a nod from Sam, she went to the kitchen to John.

Sam looked over to Dean, who was still, messaging away. He walked back into the living room and sat down tiredly, looking at his older Brother before he stared at the TV.

"You okay, Sammy? You seem bothered." Dean asks, looking back at him.

"Mmhm. Mom's not really happy because I stole her eyeliner. Aaand I'm tired, so there's that." Sam replies, looking elsewhere a moment.

Dean pursed his lips again, raising his eyebrow but pushed it aside. "Well, hey, if it helps..take the ones my friends got me as a joke-gift." He shrugged. And Sam looked back. "Really? You'd give them to me?"

"Yeah. I mean..what use do I have for em? I don't use em..that much."

"Thank you, Dean!" Sam grinned widely. Dean put his fist on the younger Winchesters head and scuffed his hair with it. "Nooo problem, Sam. Just know that's ALL your getting, don't steal any of my jeans again. You ruined the last pair with your stupid nail polish."

"Right..Sorry."

After a few minutes, Dean put his phone on the side, and got up to head to the bathroom. But his phone kept buzzing. Soo..Sam peeked at it. The name was just the initials "F.M', Smart on Dean's part. And of course, he read the message.

Bummer. But hey, it's alright. I mean, you have a whole damn life outside of this kinda th..

Stupid phones. It stopped there. He couldn't click it, because if he did the guy would probably see that 'Dean' read it and left him on read..dammit. That's as nosey as he can get right now. Maybe when Dean comes home drunk one point he'll accidentally babble it out. And once he heard a flush, he scrambled back to his original seat while Dean walked back in.

Dean, luckily didn't pay attention to Sam until he completely sat down, grabbed his phone and started typing again, "You should probably brush your hair, it looks like a fuckin' birds nest, by the way."

"Hey! My hairs fine, thank you." Sam retorted.

"..Oh, anddd, hey Sam? When, uh..Mom n Dad make me go out with em tonight..Lock the doors, anddd windows..dont let AAANYONE in. You hear me? If I come back and, like..you're dead on the floor or something, i—" Dean said firmly, yet not unkindly, though was shut up by Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean before replying, "I know, Dean. I'm not an idiot. gosh, you know sometimes you're more..'Mother-henny' than Mom. And that's REALLY saying somethin'." he complained. Dean snorted and scruffed his brothers hair up as he continued to complain, "What can I say, Sammy. Raised to protect, and I'll abide by that if it means being a pain in the ass and keepin' you safe at the same time."

"Right..but you're still annoying." Sam muttered.

"Yeah yeah, whatever..oooohh!, let's go get some breakfast!! I'm saayiinn' biig, fluffy Pancakes." Dean changed the subject a little too quickly for Sam's taste, getting up from the sofa again and heading to the kitchen, with the younger, (but unsurprisingly taller) Winchester following behind him.

"Fine, but I don't want so much syrup, though. You drown my pancakes in them just so you can get the rest." And Dean turned around with an offended look. "How DARE you! I don't do that to get your leftovers..even though they are pretty delicious——And Syrup is the best thing to have on pancakes! Doesn't matter if they're drenched, they taste amazing either way!" He retorted.

"It's like my teeth will rot out as soon as I take a bite!"

"Oh, stop overreacting!"

"Stop eating so much sweet shit."

"Bitch!"

"..Jerk."

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Later, Nighttime arrived. Mary and John were getting ready, as they were just gonna take Dean to some random restaurant, then try and get him to talk. Dean didn't bother getting in a little fancy outfit like they were. He just shoved on a raggedy old band T, and some scuffed up jeans he fucking cherishes with his heart even if they were slowly falling apart..

Mary was fixing her hair up before she turned and saw Dean in that outfit, "..Dean, sweetheart, do you mind putting on a jacket, atleast? I don't want to seem rude to you, Love, but..you should atleast try to look a little decent?.." She said. Dean looked down at himself, literally unaffected by what his Mother said as he shrugged, "Mom, I look fine. I'm not gonna ruin any of your 'egos' because of what I'm wearing." He retorted. Mary was going to speak up, but after hearing a 'Let's get a move on, already!' from John, she sighed and reluctantly stopped.

Sam looked at Mary as she came over to him, and she spoke to him very seriously, "Alright. Sam, if we're gone for too long, I've put some money, even though you have your own..on the side to get something to eat. If someone knocks on the door, check before you answer incase it's some weirdo, er..but, just be..be safe, okay honey?" She asks. And Sam nodded, assuring Mary instantly. Mary smiled and gave her son a peck on the cheek. "Good. I love you, My dear. We'll be back very, very soon."

"Mhmm, got it. Yup."

And with that, she left, with Dean pulling a face jokingly at Sam, and saying 'Behave, jackass!' before shutting the door.

Now this..this is where his fun begins. Sam's home alone for the night..and those things he bought were still waiting for him upstairs, under his bed. He was nervous, but..i mean, a little adventuring wouldn't hurt, right?

But he decided to wait a bit because..well he had other things to do before he got to do what he was anticipating.

Sam locked the doors, before walking over to the kitchen to order something to eat.

What? This man was gonna eat before he cleaned up and stuff. Leave him be.

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Around 2 hours later, Sam was finished with his food a while ago. And he was just sitting on the sofa, scrolling through channels for something to watch.

And then he remembered.

All those things he bought. Were still waiting for him. And remembering that, he got up,checked the doors to make sure they were locked, and he ran up those stairs as fast as he could to his room, slamming the door shut. He then crouched down at his bed, and looked under it..there it was. The bag still had everything he bought from there. And his face went red just looking at them. Maybe this is a mistake, he thought. But..it's so intriguing, maybe, like..a moment using one wouldn't hurt, right?

So he put the bag on the bed, went to his music player and put a CD in, the sound of familiar punk rock blasting in the room as he walked back to his bed and sat down on it. He emptied the bag, and looked at the contents. Honestly, he wasn't sure what to go for. They were all so..filthy, in his head. But whatever.

Once he opened everything up, he took a moment to stare at them. I mean..he's done this plenty of times before. Just..without all of this stuff. He could get off just fine with his hands.

But this was going to be a whole new experience.

Sam got up from his bed for a moment again, quickly running to shut his blinds before he unbuckled his belt and in one simple shove down, his jeans and boxers were off, the cold air immediately hitting his lower half, causing a shiver to break free all over his body. Honestly, due to college, it's been a while since he's had a little 'me-time'. Having that again is like a breath of fresh air. He thought about taking the rest off, though he only took the hoodie off, leaving his shirt on.

Now being fully naked, besides his socks because he couldn't be arsed to get those off, he got onto the bed once more, pushing the hair from his face and grabbed the vibrating..cock ring first?..When did these things vibrate..Well, Hopefully he doesn't regret it. "..Well, uh, here we go i guess." He muttered, grabbing the lube, and squirting just a bit on it for an easier slide. Not like he really had to put any on there..but he didn't know if it'd go bad or not. He'd rather die than get it stuck.

Sam positioned himself, laying on his back as he put the vibrating ring over his cock, eliciting a shaky breath from his mouth. And once he got comfortable, he turned it on. And boy, was that like fireworks.

His hips practically juttered as it turned on, his eyes going a little wide at the sensations while he bit his lip to try and keep—

..wait. Why would he need to be quiet? He's home alone. So once that thought clicked, he got comfortable, a whimper escaping his mouth.

Sam tried to focus, but all his mind was on is that clerk, Gabriel. It fogged his mind while The vibrator buzzed with life, his hand going down to stroke his cock as a moan escaped his lips. His hips jittered while he gripped the sheets, biting his lip hard. "..Ah,—!..fuck—" He whined as the friction got more intense. Gosh, his body felt like it was on fire already, and he really couldn't get enough of it.

As he kept pumping his dick, smearing the slight precum that lightly oozed from the tip over the head. he stopped a moment, and turned the pressure up on the ring, eliciting a rumble from his throat.

"Mmh, oh, god!—" He murmured, his face going red at the way he even spoke. He continued to turn it up until he felt his eyes roll back from the amount of stimulation. he let out a whimper, a little louder than the others at that.

But he thought about it, and realised he hadn't even gotten to one of the things he was..VERY eager to try. He didn't want to reach his limit with a single vibrator. So he reluctantly turned it off. "..All of those feelings just from this?..jeez. What have I been missing out on?" He said, putting it on his nightstand.

Before he used anything else, he placed two of his fingers into his mouth, slicking them up. As he took them out, a trail of saliva tracked alongside it while it left his mouth, detaching from his lip with a drop. 

He then brought his digits to his rim, making a little circular movement around it before carefully inserting one first, breathing shakily. It burned. Quite badly. But he had to get used to it if he wanted to try this.

As he pumped it in and out, he carefully added a second to his hole, plunging them into his entrance and continuing the motions.

Sam bit his lip as he continued, switching between pumping and scissoring his fingers to make sure he was fully prepped, adding another to the mix once he was more loose.

Once he thought it was good enough, he carefully removed the digits and looked at the other items he owned, though his eyes kept looking back to that stupid fake cock he bought. I mean, if he wanted to get laid, this was as close as he'd get until he actually starts committing to relationships. So of course, that was the thing he reached for. He pushed everything else back into the bag, muttering to himself that he'd 'Use those another time' as he grabbed the dildo and the lube.

Sam made sure it stayed upright as he examined it for a moment. It was thick, a little rigid. But it was detailed to the fucking brim, and he honestly was so ready for this. Squirting some of the lubricant onto it, he made sure it was literally glazed in it before he grabbed it, laid back down, and put the tip next to his entrance, a shaky breath leaving his plump lips as he moved it teasingly over his hole.

He continued that motion for a little bit longer before he placed it fully at the loosened rim once more. And with a deep breath and exhale, he carefully pushed it, the tip entering with a swift 'Pop', a gasp escaping as it did so.

Though He'd be lying, again, if he said he didn't think of that shopkeeper from earlier atleast twice while doing this. Can you blame him?

But he did feel disgusted at himself a bit for thinking about someone like that. Someone who he, clearly, doesn't know much. He can't help it, however. That man. Was. Divine. Atleast to Sam he was.

Once that was in, he slowly shuffled it more bit by bit, his eyes stinging from the burn as he eventually bottomed it out, a long exhale leaving him at the feeling of fullness inside.

He stayed like that a second, getting used to the feeling. Though as he looked to the side, he saw a hair tie and quickly reached over for it, taking it and scuffing all his hair back into a large, messy bun that he was too lazy to sort out.

And when he thought he was settled enough, he carefully pulled it back until it tugged against his rim, and shoved it back home, and holy fuck.

Sam's eyes fluttered, a long, drawn-out whine escaping his plump lips as he began pumping the silicone dick in and out, his other hand scrambling for purchase on something next to him as he continued. Sam moaned lewdly, his legs partening with every thrust until they were spread even wider, if..that was even possible.

Sam kept it up, panting as he went quicker, practically riding it as best he could..though he should have probably sat up and did this. He's too lazy now. His. limbs. Felt. like. Jelly.

"Oh, that's—" He practically choked on his own words as the tip of the cock kissed his sweet spot, and he immediately kept hitting that spot over and over again.

His mouth opened in a silent scream, his other hand gripping the pillow beside him like a vice as he continued to shove it in like there was no tomorrow, the bun in his hair slowly falling out with each rough thrust.

And there it was again. The thought of that worker. His pretty, bright amber eyes, his golden hair..oh, and that smile..Yeah, Sam definitely needed to get to know that guy. That's for sure.

"M'gosh, please—" he pleaded to nothing as he stopped himself from moving the cock in and out, carefully taking it out with a pop.

He didn't care if he felt like jelly. He needed the whole damn experience, man. And that, he'll get.

Sitting up shakily, Sam made sure the dildo was upright and steady as he hovered over it, and carefully pushed it back into his hole with a guttural moan, the silicone dick hitting the the right place immediately as he settled.

And once again, Sam lifted up, and slammed back down, his head flying back as he got used to it quickly. He arched his back, and grabbed his own dick, which was red with need and leaking profusely from the thick head.

Sam wrapped his fingers around the length, and began stroking slowly. Then he went faster, and faster as he rode the dildo like a motherfucking cowboy.

Sam kept thinking. Imagining. All of these nasty thoughts were running through his head and they egged him on more and more. They wouldn't stop, so wouldn't he until he reached that sweet bliss he so desired.

His thighs were burning. His eyes were stinging from the pure pleasure he was enduring. A knot formed in his stomach as he kept going either way. He barely felt the burning sensation in said thighs.

He was too focused on reaching that limit.

He was too focused on Gabriel, to be fair.

the lewd noises echoing in the silent room, the scent of sex and sweat intertwining fast..And all he could think of was that guy. The way he smirked at him. The way he looked him up and down, his—

"Fuck,fuckfuck!—" Sam didn't hold it in any longer, and with a shout, he came, one eye fluttering and one of them closing completely as streams of cum shot out from his cock, his body shaking profusely while he rode out his high.

Sam fell back on his bed, huffing loudly. His sheets were stained with his seed, the cock still nestled in his hole as he stared at the ceiling, a hand coming up to his face and squeezing it.

"Holy fuck..i—wow.." He said, not even able to muster up a sentence. That was DEFINITELY up to his expectations. Sam carefully grabbed the end of the silicone dick and slowly pulled it out, shuddering once it popped out.

That. Was. Amazing.

Sam did expect to reach his high, sure, but he didn't expect it to be like that. To be fair, he didn't even expect to cum THAT much. He huffed, took his hair out of the tie and letting it all fall loose. Sam then got up slowly, and walked as best as he could over to his drawers, pulling out a pair of boxers and some black sweats. He'd prefer his, very much skin-tight, black jeans really.

But after that, he just wants to sit back and relax until his family comes home.

While putting his sweats on, he thought about something and shrugged to himself. "..Maybe I caaan ask him for his number next time..after more interactions. Too early after one time." He said as he pulled the sweatpants all the way up. They were completely baggy at the bottom, just how he liked it.

Then he heard a door unlock and open, voices murmuring over one another as it became louder.

They were home.

Sam sighed, putting a shirt on, grabbing the things and bringing them to his bathroom to wash them off before putting them away..i mean, if they found them and he didn't?..he'd die on the spot.

And once done, he placed them back under the bed, walked to his door and opened it, leaving with a little laugh at himself.

There will definitely, DEFINITELY be a next time. Sam knew that for sure.