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'Tough night?'
Dean pulled himself up onto the bar stool next to John, as he found the man nursing his second beer of the night. The look of defeat in his eyes, deep down.. Dean was brimming with excitement because around him, alcohol? Tended to make men more likely to give into his secret kinks without questioning it.
'Got into another fight with Nikki.. I just need to let off some steam, ya know?'
'I ain't opposed to liquor.. but I know another way to real tension and it ain't going to give you a hangover.'
'Oh?'
Dean's hand crept onto John's thigh, the man catching onto the hint being given as he considered his options. Everyone knew Dean was easy.. fuck, anyone that roomed with him was bound to at least be deepthroated. Why shouldn't he take the opportunity?
With a single nod, Dean slid under and pried John's legs apart enough to give him leeway as his hands went to work on the cargo shorts that the other man wore. Undoing the button, his fingers nimbly worked the zipper - Dean had been in this position more times than he could remember.. he could work a man's zipper in the dark with his eyes closed.
Leaning back in the chair, John watched as Dean's licked his lips after noticing the wasn't any underwear in his way. John went commando except when he wrestled.. you never know really. John reached into his pants, pulling his flaccid shaft out as Dean had been lost in what he saw.
Snapping back to reality, Dean watched with hunger as John slowly pumped himself to hardness. At half-mass, Dean went to work as he wrapped his hand around the base of John.. his lips wrapping around the tip. John's head lulled back, the warm mouth and calloused fingers offering him pleasure to an all new level.
Bobbing his head, Dean took more and more of John into his mouth, twisting his hand around the base much to the groan dismay of the man. Dragging his tongue up the underside of the shaft, flicking the slit once he reached the head. No woman could suck dick quite like Dean could.. John knew it wouldn't be long before he climaxed - he wasn't wanting to get his relief off of just a blowjob.
'Bathroom.. now.'
Grabbing John's beer, Dean took a swig before dragging the man into the bathroom where Dean found himself pushed into a stall. John locked the door, he wasn't about to give everyone who walked in a free show.
Within minutes, John's hunger and precum leaking dick consumed him and Dean found himself bent over the toilet, face inches from the water and on his knees with John behind him. Dean knew that this wasn't John's life - he was the kind of man that bought a hotel room just to fuck someone.. he didn't get on his knees behind someone on some dirty bathroom floor but Dean? This wasn't the first time. Hell, he was once told to lick cum off a bathroom floor after he let the man spill.
Grabbing the beer bottle, John spilled some of the beer down Dean's crack.. his need and frustration bringing out some.. unique thoughts. Watching the beer drip down, he placed the narrow neck of the bottle at Dean's hole - saliva from drinking it being the perfect lubricant as he pushed in.
'Ah.. fuck.. fuck..'
Dean tensed, his hands gripping the toilet seat tightly as he tried to embrace the bottle being inside him. John twisted the bottle inside him before pulling out and pushing back in, fucking Dean with the bottle as he stroked himself gently to keep his erection from wilting.
Dean's eyes closed as he found himself getting into the fucking, his moans being soft at first and proceeded to get louder as he found the bottle removed much to his dismay. The bottle clacked as it tipped over and fell.. John grabbing Dean's hip and pulling him back an inch.
'God, you look hot..'
Without a second thought, John positioned himself between Dean's slightly sticky ass cheeks and pressed the tip of his dick inside of him. Finding that the bottle had loosened him enough to grant easy access, John slid the rest of his length into Dean as his balls rubbed against the plump cheeks, keeping them from going neglected.
The pace started quick and rough, John never pulling out more than three inches before thrusting back in, his hips snapping like he hadn't had ass in weeks - he was desperate to cum, Dean on the receiving end of the aggression as he moaned and panted.
Dean moaned as John slammed into him with force, he knew it wouldn't be much longer before John was cumming and he wanted it.. to feel all that tension released into him, that's why he loved being the top pick for cheap sex.
As his impending orgasm neared, John's aggression came out even more as his hand gripped quite the handful of Dean's hair.. pushing his head forward and into the toilet water which luckily was clean. Being pushed forward like that pushed Dean's ass more into the air and allowed John to slam him into deeper..
Gasping for air when brought back up, Dean's body began to tense.. he knew what was happening, he knew that he'd cum soon if John kept stabbing at his prostate.
'Fuck.. fuck harder.. deeper..'
Dean moaned, footsteps echoed in the room as someone walked in and out, hearing skin slap against skin - whoever that person was just KNEW Dean was getting pounded but he didn't care. John's fingers held his hip tightly as his balls began to tighten.
'Dean.. fuck, shit.. mmm.'
John reached his peak, his dick erupting deep inside of Dean as he felt pulse after pulse of warm semen ripping from his slit.. every ounce of anger and frustration pouring out of him as he fell back and slumped against the stall door as he finished. Slow getting up, John tucked himself back into his shorts before opening the stall and stepping out, winking at Dean.
'You look good covered in semen, beer and water. We'll have to do this again some time.'
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