Sam sat there waiting for his brother to get back from the restroom as the waitress tapped her pen on the pad she was holding. He smiled up at her but got an irritated look in return.
She raised a penciled in brow as Sam perused the menu some more, "Just order something for him, I got other tables you know."
Sam calculated her tip right around zero, "Fine…um…ok I'll have the pancakes and my boyfriend will have the Western omelet with the bacon for a side."
The weary waitress grabbed the menus, as she walked away Sam heard her say to another waitress, "He has a boyfriend." They both started to laugh and Sam wished there was a number less than zero he could give her.
Finally he got tired of waiting for Dean; he weaved his way around the tables and entered the men's room. "Dean…hey did you die in here?"
He heard his brother's voice coming from the handicap stall, "Help Sammy my zipper is stuck." As soon as Sam entered Dean slammed the door and turned the lock. His zipper wasn't stuck it was down and his dick was out, "Now I got you."
Sam squealed as he tried to get away but there was never a way to escape Dean when he was horny. It could be fucking in a downpour while jammed in the back of the Impala, in a grave, cave, cleared vamp nest, Bobby's junk yard, or in a movie theater. Dean did the driving and Sam submitted to his whims.
If Dean wanted it Sam put out but he tried to at least make his brother work for his pretty ass so right now he struggled half heartedly until Dean dropped to his knees, pulled out Sam's big dick and polished his knob like there was no tomorrow.
Dean drank the load down as Sam let out little whimpers instead of screams; this was after all a restaurant. After that Dean quickly turned Sam toward the wall, spread his cheeks and drove on home with only a slick of spit as lubricant.
He reached around and fondled his baby brothers heavy sack between his fingers rolling and squeezing gently, "I'm gonna make you come again Sammy…make you come real good just from a fuck."
Sam's dick was stiff once again and Dean forced another orgasm out of him this time spraying the wall with his spunk. Dean followed right after, driving his baby's narrow hips into the wall as he shuddered, letting out a loud groan. He didn't care if anyone heard them unlike Sam.
He pulled out staggering into the stall door and tucked his spent dick back in his jeans then slapped Sam's ass, "Best butthole ever, no matter how many times I shove my cock inside and ride you raw it tightens right back up. Come on I'm starving."
Sam was slow to zip up, he was still dazed. It was another day, another diner and one more ride on the Dean Winchester Express. Sam considered himself lucky to be the only passenger.