This is a slash, PWP story, purely out there for people to enjoy themselves and their favourite boys involved in sexing. Feel free to comment/review, as I'd love it.

Creepy Old Man Voodoo Sexin'

With his pants around his ankles, belt jangling on the hard floor, Sam found himself losing control. He'd always been aware of the situations around him, but at this moment, he found himself unable to be aware of much else beyond the wet lips travelling up and down his swollen cock, gripping it tightly, tongue swirling around his head. This was the best blowjob he'd ever had. Never had someone slobbered on his large dick so well, taking all 8.5 inches of his shaft with easy, moaning in delight.

The interesting thing was, it wasn't a woman giving him these intense feelings...it was a man. More than a man, it was Dean. Sam looked down, slipping a hand through his brother's hair, admiring the softness, slowing working his way down to the chin, pulling his cock out of Dean's mouth, only to slap it on his lips and tongue, quickly shoving it back in. Sam tried to stifle a moan as Dean's throat took his length and embraced it.

Dean noticed the reaction and smirked to himself, increasing the speed of the blowjob, making sure Sammy was good and wet before he stopped. Taking such a huge cock was quite a challenge as it was the biggest Dean had ever had, but it certainly wasn't the first cock Dean had engulfed. In fact, not that he'd EVER admit it, but during his stint in hell, he'd sucked more than 10,000 demon cocks before the real torture began. After the first few, Dean found he actually really enjoyed sucking and getting his face used.

Continuing with his job, Dean began to fondle Sam's balls, which caused Sam's cock to jump. "So, Sammy likes his balls played with." Dean thought, storing that away for another time. It wasn't until Sam's cock was deep in his throat, cutting off his ability to breathe, that Dean paused. He couldn't remember why he was doing this, or how it had started.

They had just finished a mission in a small Cajun area. A local witchdoctor had been terrorizing the town, causing death and destruction, controlling others with his Bayou medicine. After being blasted backwards into large vat of herbal compost, Dean had shot the Doctor's apprentice. As they left for the hotel, Dean thought he heard an old man muttering something in his head, a curse... something about causing chaos to those around them, shifting perception and so on, but Dean ignored it, because he couldn't stand the smell of his clothing. He needed to get showered.

As he drove, Dean felt an odd sensation overcome him. He looked at Sammy, and found himself admiring the firmness of Sam's body, the way the shirt showed off his tight jaw, how his pants hugged his thighs. Dean even shivered when Sam reached over to remove a chunk of the compost from behind Dean's ear. Suddenly, a new urge occurred to him, one that surpassed the smell. Dean wanted to see Sam's cock. More than that, he wanted to touch it, to feel it in his hand, to run it over his moist lips and taste it. This thought made Dean aroused, his jeans becoming tighter. He quickly shifted in his seat, wondering if Sammy had noticed the sudden erection.

When they arrived at the hotel, Dean needed the shower more than ever. Not only did he smell, he also needed to jerk off to release some pressure. The erection, the desire, the need to suck Sam's cock was becoming too great. He flew into the shower, turned the water on as hot as it could go, and ripped his clothing off, leaving it in a heap on the floor. He scrubbed and scrubbed, stroking his dick as he washed his body, but nothing was working. He needed cock. He needed Sam's cock. Now.

He turned off the shower, quickly towelled off and walked into the room, erection wagging, greeting Sam with a smile. "Dean, what are you doing? Put some clothes on. I don't want to see your dick hanging out" Sam complained as he looked away, suddenly noticing that he wanted to turn back and look again. He'd never seen Dean hard before, and was kind of curious, more than curious actually. An odd feeling came over him, as he began to wonder what Dean's cock would feel like in his hand, wondering if it would pulsate like his does when he strokes it. More than that, he looked Dean in the eyes, shifting slightly to his lips. They looked soft, plump.

"I bet Dean's lips would feel amazing wrapped around my cock." Sam thought to himself. Walking toward Dean, Sam locked eyes with his older brother, urges and ideas occurring to him that had never occurred before.

"Why are we doing this, Dean?"

"Who cares? I just wanna taste that cock in your jeans, Sammy. Lemme have a lick." Dean responded, pushing Sam onto the bed, ripping his clothing off, too interested in what lay beneath the denim to care about how he got the clothing off.

Sam's cock sprang up the moment it was released from the waistband of his grey boxers. Dean didn't pause, rushing forward, taking Sam's cock to the base, eager to impress and savour the slightly salty taste of precum slowly trickling from the slit of Sam's cock. It wasn't until he felt the head brush against the back of his throat that Dean realized just how big Sam was. His cock was HUGE.

At that moment, Sam is no longer able to hold himself back, and his entire body shudders, bringing Dean back to the present, after his reflection of the day's events. Remembering the day, Dean felt his own cock begin to swell and throb again. Even without touching, Dean feels close to cumming. He's never felt so aroused before. Sam has just the right amount of cock, it's driving Dean crazy.

With Sam breathing heavily, he knows that he might cum soon and wants to enjoy it, while giving Dean as much pleasure as he can. Sam reaches down, lifting Dean's chin again, momentarily regretting the decision to stop Dean's sucking and then slides his strong hands down to Dean's biceps, lifting him up on the bed with him. Bodies grinding against each other, Sam takes a deep breath and then presses his lips against Dean's, tasting the precum on his lips. The rush is too much for Sam. His hips hitch and thrust forward, and Dean's cock has become Sam's plaything. Cocks rubbing hard, Sam takes both in his huge hands and begins to stroke them quickly, using Dean's saliva and precum to slip and slide up and down the shafts.

Dean begins to lose control and wraps his fingers in Sam's hair, kneading and pulling, yanking the hair with desire, pushing Sam closer to the edge. It's too much for Sam. He starting crying out against Dean's mouth, stroking both dicks hard and fast, cocks getting warmer and warmer, tons of friction between both naked men. Sam's balls tighten and he embraces the orgasm. Wave after wave of hot cum shoots from his hard cock. The first shot hits Dean's dick, and causes Dean to erupt as well. Cum flows from both dicks, and Sam breaks the kiss momentarily to look down, watching as the cum covers his huge hand. He continues to stroke, lips returning back to Dean's, not wanting the moment to end.

The cloud of lust fades from the minds of both handsome men, and Dean and Sam lay in bed, staring at each other. As they stare, Dean wonders what will happen next, what came over them in the first place, if they were under a spell, or if they just needed a push to realize what they truly wanted.