Before I start, Terrick (and for everyone really), requests can always be made. I just write them (mostly) in order that I receive them so they'll take a bit. But, always feel welcome to request.

Requested by: Holla' Holla

Kicking his shoes off, Dean ventured to the soft bed that awaited him on the other side of the motel room and plopped, face down onto the soft fabric of the comforter. A soft moan escaped him, the relief instant and satisfying. His belt buckle pressed against his stomach though, a nagging pain that he couldn't help but groan about.

'You should take care of that belt buckle, it'll leave a mark.'

Dean's head turned, unaware that John had been in the room. They had only been together a few weeks, and it was an 'official' relationship but for being on the road, it worked.

In his rush to reach the bed, Dean hadn't heard the shower going or noticed the bathroom door ajar but sure enough, John was standing there in nothing but a loosely fitted towel that meant he was in the mood to get laid. With a grunt, Dean tried to ignore that as he lifted his hips to undo the belt bucket, chucking it roughly to the floor. At the same time it landed, John ventured towards the bed, his hand grasped the foot of the jeans and began to pull them off, a struggle to squirm out of the pants for his efforts.

'What's up with you, John? I'm beat.'

'It's been a pretty damn good day.. I want to celebrate, don't be that way tonight.'

'But..'

'The only butt I want, is yours seated on my dick.. let's go. We can do this the easy way or hard way and I know you like the hard way.'

Undoing the knot in the towel, John allowed it to fall at his feet, stark naked with a half-hardened shaft already ready for the fun. Dean rolled onto his back, pushing into seated position as he annoyingly sighed. Yeah, the sex was great but he was tired. But John had that special kind of dick that you begged to cum inside you.

'Make you a deal, you ride me.. I'll let you sleep after. Otherwise, we're fucking until I can't cum anymore and we both know I've got at least three good nuts in me before I'm done.. if that's what you want.'

'Okay, okay.. I have to wrestle tomorrow. I'll.. I'll ride you.'

'That's my baby.. nobody knows how to ride my dick quite like you.'

Plopping in the chair that the room offered, John took himself in hand as Dean rose from the bed, stripping the shirt off him.. John's fist working faster while he eyed the man who stood before him in just briefs. Walking to the chair, Dean spun on the heels of his feet, the free hand of his dominant boyfriend groping him.. grasping at the brief's band.

Sticking his thumbs in the waistband, Dean bent forward slightly as he stripped out of them, a groan escaping John as his shaft stood at full hardness. Spitting in his hand, John did his best to lube himself as leaned back in the chair.. Dean standing in front of him, beginning to squat. Hands gripped his hips, steering him as the firm head of John's shaft teased his hole. He grinned as the hole quivered in anticipation, pulling Dean down enough to enter the tip as both men winced.

Putting his hands on the arms of the chair, Dean's hand turned white as his grip tightened while he adjusted the the girth being pushed inside of him. Truth be told, John's length stood just over 7 1/2 inches, one of the biggest men in the locker room from what Dean's seen in the showers.

Inch by inch, he sunk into Dean and soon enough, he was buried nearly balls deep as John sighed in relief as the adjustment period began. As Dean's body accepted the girth, he relaxed and set the pace slow as he lifted his hips a few inches before slipping back down. Over and over, John's eyes devoured the site of Dean's plump cheeks swallowing and releasing his shaft. If there was one thing Dean could be proud of, it's the fact that his ass - while juicy - is endlessly tight. What man doesn't like to pound an ass that's as tight as a virgin?

Alternating his course of action, Dean's hips swirled instead of lifted, a new sensation of pleasure coursing up John's spine as he moaned in pleasure. Working his hips, with every roll, the moans grew louder as every tend inch of John grew sensitive.

'Fuck.. fuck.. Dean, baby.'

Dean's head lulled back as his hips rolled, John stimulated that cluster of nerves buried deep inside of him and he worked his body that much more, craving to feel John release. He knew it wouldn't be long, Dean could bring any man to climax within minutes if he had control of the pace.. he had years of experience in being the kind of fuck that made men cum harder than they've ever before.

'John.. John..'

'Say my name, louder.. say daddy's name.'

Multiple men, throughout the years, have had the 'daddy' relationship with Dean but with John.. it got him off. Dean's member leaked with precum as he took himself in hand. Blunt fingernails dug into his hips, the dull pain combined with the pleasure of his prostate being rubbed, stabbed and pounded making his dick drip with cum.

'I'm.. I'm close.'

'Harder Dean, ride my dick harder.. make me cum.'

As ordered, the pace increased and Dean rode John like that was the last fuck either of them would ever receive as his hand worked vigorously over his dick.. the calloused fingers sending goosebumps down his body as John swelled inside of him. John's shaft swelled up when he was about to cum, it made him that much thicker and stuffed Dean even tighter than before.. stretching him even further as his body finally accepted defeat.

Dean's toes curled as his muscles spasmed, his dick erupting inside his hand as semen ripped from him with force, spilling all over his hand and on the carpeted floor below. His back locked, stuck in an arch as his ass muscles clenched - pulling John over the edge. A heavy, alpha male moan escaped him as he exploded deep inside of Dean. Gush after gush, he released hard and deep as he filled the ass with more semen than could be handled, beginning to leak before he could even pull out.

Riding out the wave of his release, John slumped weak in the chair as both men panted hard and heavy, eventually going flaccid as Dean fell back, held up against the broad chest of the man still inside of him. Lips attacked his neck, a tender action after a primal fuck. Within minutes, Dean had fallen asleep.. John still inside of him and bound to be hard by the time he woke up.

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