I looked over at my brother for the third time in an hour. Something was definitely up with Dean. He didn't even stay at the bar long enough to finish his beer last night. When I thought back over the past few weeks, he had been avoiding bars and women in particular. Also, I could have sworn he had a hard-on when he came out of the bathroom this morning.

Why didn't he just go to a bar and take care of it? I asked myself. I glanced down at his crotch and saw that the hard-on was still present. I decided to ask him. "Dean, what's been up with you lately?" He turned his head and looked at me for a second but I caught the flash of pain in his eyes. A continuous hard-on lasting for more than twelve hours will do that to you.

I could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to come up with an excuse. He sighed and stopped the car. Luckily we're on an almost unused back road. From the look he has I knew that this is going to be a rare moment where he shares his feelings. "You're wondering why I don't find some blondie with a large rack and a small waist size." By the tone of his voice his he's making a statement; not really expecting a response.

He looked away from me, staring at the expanse of road. He squirmed in his a little seat before continuing. "I need more," he stated at last. "I need more than a nameless, faceless fuck. God Sammy, the last time I was on a date was when you were still in high school." He slammed his fists into the dashboard. "Sometimes even I get tired of not being able to have someone steady in my life."

I stared at him in surprise. Of all the things he could have said I never expected something like this. I immediately try to console him. "Dean, I ─" "Just save it Sammy," he said, interrupting me. "I don't need your sympathy right now."

Dean pressed on the gas and the Impala roared back into life. He further shut me out by popping his Metallica tape into the cassette player and turning up the volume.

I was shocked by my brother's sudden openness. Usually, he was as emotionally inept as a brick wall. Sure, he loved my dad and me, but even with us he was distant and aloof. Dean always had to be in control; he always needed to be the strong one. For him to reveal himself like that to me means that he has a serious problem.

It seemed that Dean needed relief desperately. But, he wouldn't accept it from some random woman in a bar. Sighing I leaned back into the seat and tried to ignore Dean's squirminess and his flexing hands.

We decided to stop for the night and rented a motel room. As soon as we entered the room Dean started pacing. Since my luck had been good so far I decided to be frank. "Why don't you just jerk off?" Dean stared at me for a few seconds before laughing. "Sammy you are uncomfortably direct." He jerked his hands through his hair before responding. "Don't you think I've tried? It doesn't seem to have any effect and I just find myself aching and even harder." He laughed sharply. "Let's just get some sleep." He walked over to his bed and quickly stripped down to his boxers before slipping under the covers.

Unlike Dean I slept with a shirt when we got separate beds. I looked up at the ceiling and rested my eyes while I waited for him to go to sleep. While in the car I had come up with the solution to Dean's problem. If Dean wanted to be with someone close to him I was the only one here. My plan consisted of giving him a blowjob while he was sleeping. I had experimented in college and found out I was Bi, so I was sure I could do it without waking him up.

Although I had never considered being with Dean the thought of it was making me harder by the second. Dean was all muscle; corded and ripped. Finally, I heard faint snores from the bed beside me. Just to be safe I waited ten more minutes.

Silently, I slipped out of bed and knelt by Dean. I looked at his face to make sure he was sleeping. Once I was certain I took the covers off his body and stared. His chest was really hot. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere and his nipples were dusky against his firm skin.

I gave in to temptation and licked one of his nipples. When I felt it harden under my tongue I lightly bit it while fondling the other one. Dean started to pant and shift above me. I moaned at the feeling of Dean writhing beneath me. I've always had fantasies about dominating Dean. Seeing his control shatter under my hands makes me groan softly onto his chest. The vibrations put on his hardened nipples pulled a strangled gasp from him.

I immediately pulled back and waited for him to calm down. I felt too constricted by my boxers so I took them off and laid them aside. My cock was dripping with pre cum and I was harder than ever. Achingly slow, I moved down his stomach so I could rim his navel with my tongue. His skin retracted from my tongue and his breathing shortened. I peel his boxers off, revealing his hard cock to my eyes slowly. As soon as it's free it stretches across his stomach. The tip is streaming cum as it waits for attention.

I stroke Dean's cock with my hands; sheathing him in my hands before shamelessly rubbing the tip with my thumb. Keeping my eyes trained on his face, I lick the head of his cock. Immediately it jumps in my hands as if trying to reach the cavern of my mouth. Smirking slightly, I lower my head and take the head into my mouth. Dean reacts instantly, moaning softly and shifting slightly. Swooping down his cock rapidly, I manage to fit all ten inches or so into my mouth. When I press my nose into his pubic hair his back arches off the bed and his eyes open. Shocked I don't move, he looks down at me before flopping back onto the bed and falling asleep. I laugh softly and the vibrations sent to his cock pull a whimper from his throat.

Unable to resist the temptation I stroke my own cock while sucking Dean off. My moans and gasps pull the same from him. He's close to cumming, I can feel it. His balls are tightening and his cock is swelling in my mouth. I pull back from his base so I can taste his cum. With a strangled shout he comes in ropes, each one as big as the last. He really did have a lot of cum stored up. There was so much some of it leaked out of the corners of my mouth.

Cleaning the evidence with my tongue I pull away from Dean. Despite my own painful erection I pull up Dean's boxers and cover him again. Quickly, I bend over him and kiss him quickly, sharing his cum with him.

Grabbing my boxers and a towel I head into the bathroom in order to take a shower. I turn the water on hot and step in. With the hot water running down my back and my hand quickly stroking my cock I imagine Dean awake and aware of what I was doing. "Dean," I groaned loudly as I spilled my self over my hand and the wall.

With my new boxers and a cooled libido I slipped beneath my covers and fell asleep. One thing I know for sure, I would never forget this night and I hoped Dean wouldn't either.