Sitting on the couch, Dean tried to think of a way to begin his story. Next to him, Ben gave the impression that there was no way Dean would be getting out of his tale. At least since he had let slip the fact that the event still turned him on. Deciding to start at the beginning, he began…
"Do remember the angel Cass? "He asked Ben.
"I think so…dark hair and always wore a large trench coat?" Ben answered.
"That's the guy, well, "began, but Ben interrupted with a shout.
"WHAT?! The first guy that ever fucked you was an angel?" Ben exclaimed loudly with astonishment.
"Nononono…but he once sent me back in time to the year 1973 in Kansas."….
"Where the hell am I?" Dean thought. Looking around, it seemed Cass was nowhere in sight. The people walking past were wearing strange clothing. Many of the men had sideburns, and the women's hair was rather, big, poofy almost. A few people slowed, and openly goggled at him. Not one to be intimidated by hostile encounters, he glared back at those few who caught his eye. He could tell it was early fall, there was a cool breeze and yet the heat of the summer still lingered. Finally, he was alone, as the last few stragglers wandered into a few businesses that lined the sidewalk. Sighing, he calmed down enough to think rationally. There was newspaper stand a few feet away. Quickly, he leaned down in order to at least read the title and date. Apparently he was in his home state, Kansas. Only the bottom of the date was visible through the see threw plastic window. Confused, he closed his eyes for a moment then looked back. Anger rising again, he turned, and when he still didn't see Cass he cursed.
"1973! Are you friggin' kidding me?" he growled, still waiting for Cass to appear out of nowhere. Sighing heavily, he looked around for help. The sun was just starting to set, and as the light faded, so to did the last ruminants of summer heat.
"I need a drink." he thought, looking at the different signs above the surrounding buildings. Spotting a shop with fluorescent lighting with an empty beer bottle turned upside down. The sign was in dark purple writing, and the bar was "Bottoms Up".
"Sounds good." He thought, treading to the door, and finally going inside. It was rather empty, with only a few of guys. There was a guy sitting at the bar and another who sat across from another in a booth next to the bathroom sign. Grumbling, he made his way and sat down on the stool next to the only guy sitting there. Sitting down, he ordered something strong, then looked down at his hands, totally alone, and had no idea of what to do.
"You o.k. pal?" the guy had turned and looked concerned. Even as he looked at the guy, he had a feeling he had known him once. At the same time, he realized this guy was really, really good looking. Dark brown to black hair, medium brown eyes, strong arms, and a nice mouth of white teeth atop a strong jaw line. Wearing a dark blue and black flannel shirt with a dark black denim jacket. His pants were a light blue, and he could tell his legs were muscular.
"You have no idea…" he had muttered into his glass, and then drank half the glass in one gulp. "Ahh" he let loose, "that hit's the right spot." Turning, he smiled back at the other guy. Chuckling, the guy turned and reached out his hand for Dean to shake it.
"Names' J…" he said smiling.
"Dean." he replied back, all of a sudden in a much better mood. Jay's grip was tight, and at the same time gentle. Gulping down the rest of his drink, he shoved it back to the bar, asking for another. J smirked at him.
"So, what brings you to town?" J asked him, seeming interested.
"I have no idea…" he mumbled, taking a swig from his newly filled glass.
"Well then, I don't understand. Do you know anyone in the area?" asked J, frowning at Dean.
He was about to reply to J, when there was a ding at the door. Looking around, there was a tall redheaded guy in a business suit that looked way to modern to actually from this era. He looked around, until he met Dean's eye's, turned and walked quickly out of the bar with a look of panic. Before he could stop himself, he got up and went after the guy, totally forgetting his drink, leaving before he had a chance to pay for them. Heading in the direction the guy was heading, he walked quickly, and glimpsed a flash of clothing heading around a corner. As quickly as possible, he went after him, taking out a knife. Passing a dumpster, he was knocked off his feet by a blow to the leg. Hissing, he brought up his knife, only to discover it was nowhere in sight.
The guy stood above him, looking at him like he was trash. Grinning, bent down, and gave him a note. Before he could do anymore, there were other guys emerging from the shadows. They hissed, and pointed at him, many laughing. One kicked out, his foot making contact with Dean's chest. Grunting, he swung his feet, knock two of the guys to the ground, causing them to disappear. Frowning, he was about to get, up, once more, then he felt another blow, this time to his rear. So powerful, he ended up on his face, the next moment, he felt cool breeze to his waist. Looking down, he was horrified to find the group was ripping at his clothes, tearing them to shreds. Now thoroughly pissed, he was about to get up when he caught site of his knife. Grabbing it, he made a quick slashing motion, and instead of the attackers bleeding, they just crumbled into nothing. It seemed it was ages later, but he was being jostled by someone standing over him.
"Dean, Dean, Are you o.k.?" the voice said, concerned. Panting, Dean looked up, and when his vision finally returned, he made out J's face looking down at him. Groaning, he pushed with all his might to stand. J caught his arm and helped him up. Dean figured if it hadn't been for J's strength, he would have just fallen right back down on his ass. J looked him up and down, looking taking in his new appearance.
"Who were those guys?" J asked him, looking around to make sure they were gone.
"Assholes," Dean said through clenched teeth.
"Well yea, I can see that. Look at you, you're almost naked. You're clothes have been ripped to shreds." he said, astonished.
Dean looked himself, and sure enough, they were shredded. His jacket was gone; his shirt had holes all over. One hole happened to be right over his nipple, while a few longer slash were scattered over his back. The fabric that stretched from his sternum down to bottom was gone, showing off his somewhat hairy, tanned, and muscles abdomen. The left side of his pants was almost completely gone, the side was in good shape, but he felt a breeze behind him. Rotating his neck he looked down to see what it was. There was a large rip in his back side. It stretched from his right hip down to the bottom of his left butt cheek, giving anyone a very large idea of his tanned furry ass.
Noticing J watching him, he became embarrassed when he saw J looking closer at the very visible view of his ass. He reached down, and Dean didn't know why he didn't pull away, but J carefully grazed his fingers over the rip, as if to study what could cause such damage. After a pause, he stepped back, embarrassed as he realized what he was doing, touch another guy's ass.
"Sorry." he said quickly, and even by the soft glow of light reflecting from the sidewalk, his ears were turning red. J awkwardly stepped back and looking at the end of the alley.
"No problem, thanks man." he said shaking his hand, though with quite a bit more feeling he had used when they met earlier.
Smiling shyly, he nodded.
"Oh, hey, I paid for your tab. You ran out of the bar before you paid and Don was going to call the cops." he said, his manner becoming more casual.
"Oh, shit! Here, let me pay you back." he reached behind.
"Don't wor-" J began, but was interrupted.
"Damnit, they took all my shit!" he yelled, now thoroughly pissed off. Not even realizing he had turned around, bending over looking at the ground. His bare ass seemed to almost demand attention, the rest of the backside of his jeans now completely ripped apart.
Looking up as he heard chuckling, he turned to stare as J looked down.
"What?" he demanded.
"It looks like you're wearing ass-less chaps." he burst out, still trying to contain his laughter.
Not being able to help it, he let out a snort and wriggled his ass real quick. They chuckled a bit more before finally calming down now that it was completely dark. Sighing, Dean looked lost; there was no Cass anywhere to be found. He was in the past and knew no one. He had no money, cell phone, and by the look of his clothing, there was no way any store would let him in to even buy clothes. Shivering from the colder night air, he didn't even have a hotel room to keep warm. Looking up, he found J staring at him with an unreadable face.
"Thanks for your help, but I guess I best be going." he sighed, slumping his shoulders and began walking towards the street.
"Do you have anywhere to sleep?" J called from farther down the alley.
"No. I'll just see if I can find an abandoned building somewhere." he replied, smiling sadly. As he made to walk off, J grabbed his forearm and smiled gently at him.
"You can stay at my apartment tonight. You seem to be just about my height, so you can borrow some old clothes, but just for tonight. I've got something to do tomorrow and I probably won't be back for some time. By that time I'm sure you'll be long gone. I don't think we'll ever meet each other again, but that's alright." J said, and it hinted at something Dean couldn't quite believe, but wanted to find out. He returned the smile and nodded, making a movement with his hand to J, as if asking him to lead the way. Smiling, J led them out of the alley and across the street, across a large park in the middle of what looked like a city square. Finally, J pointed to a large multilevel building with many windows. As they made their way back to his apartment, they said little, and when they entered the building, Dean was amazed how much warmer it was inside.
"Well, of course it's warmer inside," J said, smirking, "the air inside is constant, and there's no wind hitting your bare ass." he finished, chuckling.
Once inside his place, Dean was taken aback at how much he liked it. Though it was rather small, there were books on automotive repairs, rock band posters, and lots of brightly colored plastic plates and eating utensils. Only three rooms, a living/dining/kitchen, a small bathroom, and a bedroom that was filled with large boxes used for moving. It was obvious he had been sleeping on his couch recently. A single blanket and pillow, along with a…Dean looked closer, a dirty magazines quite a few crumpled tissues had fallen on the floor.
"Oh, shit." J said loudly, running forward and picking them up and swiftly tossing them in the trash. All the while his ears were becoming redder and redder. Finished he looked back, mortified.
"Don't worry about it; at least you didn't have a sock next to it. You can at least pass off the tissues as snot." Dean smiled broadly at him, winking.
Embarrassed, J nodded, looking relieved with Dean's easygoing mood. Shuffling some things around, he finally made room for Dean to sit on the couch.
"I'll see if I can get some extra clothes for you. Make yourself at home." he smiled, and shuffled into the bedroom, digging through boxes. Not being able to help himself, he reached for the dirty magazine and started flipping through it. As he browsed, he found many of the women with a bit more hair then the ones he liked to look at in his magazines. Stopping himself, he had already forgotten this was in the early 70's, and the new fade of having little to no hair in those same spots hadn't become popular yet. Sighing, he tossed it aside, but before he looked away, he noticed another slimmer mag between the couch cushions. Lifting it up, he dropped it, mouth falling open. Regaining his nerve, he examined it again. What had shocked him was that this was clearly a magazine with only nude men. Glancing to the door to the bedroom, he still heard J moving stuff around, so he felt safe just taking a peek at what lay in his hands.
Dean hadn't thought gay porn had been around this early. Maybe it wasn't gay porn, the more he looked, the surer he was that this was intended for women. Figuring this out, it seemed J was bisexual. He had messed around with guys before, mostly hunters, and…one or twice… Sam. It was hard for him to think about that, as it was something the vast majority of people found gross and sick. He had never, or would never admit it to Sam, but his ass almost felt as good as hot pussy, almost, but not quite. Of course, they hadn't done anything in years, now that they were both grown men. Feeling a tightening, he looked at his crotch and noticed he was hard. Wondering if he could get away with messing around with this guy, he tried to come up with a plan. As he heard footsteps approaching, he hurriedly returned the magazine. J handed him the some old pants and a t-shirt. Thanking him, Dean rose and made his way to change. Even before taking a second step, he acted.
What happened next isn't something that someone could plan out, but that didn't really matter, because what came next was something in the years to come, would be one of the hottest sexual encounter's he had ever had. One of the things he was sure of was that this guy had given him many signals to let him know he wouldn't have a problem with it as he turned on a dime, staring at J.
Without further hesitation, Dean leaned in and kissed J, hard. Surprised, J hesitated, and then melted into the kiss. Soon, J was becoming more dominant than Dean. This was a surprise, but he didn't object. Standing up, he pushed Dean against a wall, grinding himself into him. Groaning, Dean grabbed hold of the other's hips, pulling him in even more. J nibbled at Dean's neck, making his way up and blowing hot air into his ear. Gently, Dean bit onto J's bottom lip. Pushing back, now it was time for J to be slammed to the wall. Gasping, Dean looked down as J grabbed onto Dean's very obvious erection, swelling in his pants. With his other hand, J reached around, grabbing Dean's ass, slowly moving his hand to the crevice in his ass. Working his hand down, he probed the hot hole, causing Dean to whimper. Feeling J grinning through his kiss, he pulled back, staring at the guy, eyes hooded and dark with lust.
Dean didn't know why, but he reached his own hand down to J's crotch, quickly unzipping him. The button popped open. Before J could do more, Dean dropped to his knees, and maneuvered his hand through the white briefs, struggling to get the fully hard cock through the opening. Finally it spring free. For a moment, he looked at it, smiling to find another uncut like himself. Though not as thick as his own, it was still very large. A thick head, quite a bit of precum dribbling down from the slit. Pumping his hand, he pushed the extra skin to the base of the cock. Looking up, J watched, almost as if amazed, and Dean took in his cock. As the guy lifted his head, banging it to the wall with a very loud groan, Dean smiled with his mouth full of cock. Dean felt as the guys hands grabbed onto the side of his head, and began to fuck his face, thrusting in time with his movements. Releasing the piece of meat from his mouth, he took hold of the waist band of the guy, then yanking them down harshly, taking in the sight of what lay before his eyes.
J moaned as his whole groin was finally released from it's confinement from the jeans he had being wearing. Dean's tongue began to bathe other's low hanging nuts, below quite a large amount of hair that surrounded the base of his dick. As he looked, he noticed the shaft very slightly curved to the left. Had he not been so close to the shaft, he doubted he would have noticed this otherwise. Not bothering him, he got to work, using as many techniques of stroking he knew. Lifting the nuts, he began to show attention to the area between his nuts and his entrance. Apparently, J liked this immensely, starting to shake, and looking down, biting his lip.
"Fuck." he said, with such a deep voice, Dean found himself wanting to please this stud even more. Rising, his mouth met J's once more, again becoming a battle for dominance. He suspected he might have one had it not been tired from being used seconds before. Still, he didn't care, and just gave up. A tug from below made him glance down and watch as J reached in. Not finding any underwear, he looked back up and they smiled at each other.
"That's fuckin' hot Dean." he said, with that same deep and lustful voice. Dean shivered, but before he could do more, J took hold of him and pushed Dean's front side into the wall. Feeling a shift, J was kissing his neck, and biting his ear. He slowly lowered himself until he reached his ass. Totally forgetting he had a huge rip that exposed almost his entire ass, he felt J reach one hand under his legs and message hits nuts, still confined within his jeans. Suddenly, he felt a hot wetness spreading along his ass. His groan changed into a whimper as the tongue found its way to his entrance. Releasing his nuts, he maneuvered his hand so he was able to somewhat jerk Dean's cock. Letting go, he dropped his hand, and used it, along with the other to pry apart the cheeks of Dean's ass.
He waited, and then groaned once more as a finger penetrated deep inside his ass, rubbing against that special spot that drive most crazy. All the while, J kept licking and moving his tongue all over his ass. At this point, Dean felt a third finger enter him, and scissor. He had never expected to let a dude fuck him, but what he was feeling now, well , it was good enough that he didn't give a single protest when J licking all the way from his ass to his back, pausing only to rip the remainder of Dean's shredded shirt apart, and finally reach his neck, to whisper from behind.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard. I'm going to cum in your ass, and you're going to love it." he growled, in a voice so set there was no question to back out. All Dean could do, was nod, and push his ass out for easier access. Hearing a chuckle, he spreading his legs even more.
"Fuck my ass." he turned his head, so he was able to look into the guy's eyes. The easygoing face transformed into wonder, then into something more bestial. Nodding once, he reach around popping Dena's jeans button open, and ripped what was left of his pants to the side. Hearing some shuffling, he turned his head and watched as J removed the rest of his clothes. Though his abs weren't as defined as his, they were certainly a product of so much time working out. Not having much chest hair, or even leg hair, it seemed most gravitated to his groin. J walked back up to him and they kissed sideways. After, J took hold of Dean's spiky hair and pulled him down into a doggy style position. Spreading all for legs, he waited as J once more began wetting his entrance, stretching as much as possible, hoping to limit the amount of pain that he would experience. Even with all preparation, it didn't do much good though
With the smallest amount of warning, a kiss to his back, he felt J shift, and as Dean turned to look at him, fire shot up his body as he was slammed by J's hard uncut cock.
"Holy Fuck!" he screamed, looking back, hoping to stop him again, but even before he got out a syllable, he was rammed again. Starting to get mad, he turned as he felt another thrust getting ready to stop him.
"Your ass feels so fucking good!" he growled, looking at him with wonder. At the same moment, J reached his hand down and starting to furious jerk Dean's cock, know just how to handle an uncut cock. A lot of guys don't realize that the way uncut guys jerk off a bit different than guys with cut cocks. As if thinking the exact same thing J said between thrusts.
"Don't you love having an uncut cock?" he said to Dean smiling. Against his will, he smiled and nodded, finally getting used to his ass being assaulted.
They hadn't been fucking for more than a few minutes before started to move Dean into a different position. Deciding to take back control, Dean pushed himself back in a quick motion, knocking J onto his back. Before he could recover, he jumped over and sat on J, letting himself control the speed. Though taken aback J smiled and went along with it.
"How does my cock feel in your ass Dean?" he asked, smiling up as Dean slammed his ass down all the way to the base of his dick.
"I love it, now shut the fuck up and jerk my cock while I'm riding you." he growled.
Smirking, J did just that. His long fingers wrapped around Dean just right, altering the speed of his pumpings, as well as the technique of movement. As Dean slammed his now sweaty body down, he felt a twinge in his nuts. Guessing what it meant, he looked up at J, who had his eyes closed, mouth slightly open in a smile. Chuckling, he leaned down, still moving, and kissed him. Opening his eyes, they stared into each others eyes. J's thrusts were becoming erratic, and his breath kept hitching. Dean felt his legs starting to shake, balls tightening, and a warm feeling growing each time felt his prostate slam onto J's cock every time he bottomed out on him. Looking up, J looked at him and nodded, and Dean agreed. Shifting back, Dean locked his legs, reached down and placed his hand on J's chest, and used the other on the floor to maintain balance. J jerked him, and ropes of cum shot out of his cock, landing everywhere. At almost the same moment, J's thrust slowed and eventually stopped, as a powerful rush overcame him, and he released his seen into Dean's tight ass with a loud grunt.
Dean was trying to cuss and scream when he came, but the sound seemed to be off the chart, only a rasping sound escaped, before he was spent. Legs almost giving out, he dropped and lie atop J, still feeling the last few squirts of hot liquid hitting the walls inside his ass. Lying there, they were both covered in sweat, too tired to do much more than smile lazily at each other. After what felt like an eternity, they recovered and broke apart. Lifting himself up, he felt something slowing dripping out, and it didn't even gross him out. Smiling and crawled over to lie next to J, dropping his head on his sweat paler skinned chest. They stared at each other, spent, and pleased. Not helping himself he looked at J with a smirk.
"What?" J asked, voice tired.
"If I ever smoked, this would be the time to do it." he laughed and winked. Laughing as well he leaned up and they kissed again through a smile. Just as Dean laid his head back down on J's chest, there was a flash bright light, accompanied by the flutter of wings.
"Oh, shit…" he muttered, slowly looking around.
"What the…" came J's voice, but it never finished as everything around them blasted into pure nothing ness. Dean found himself, sitting in on a bench in front of his beloved Impala, fully clothed again, but still with the sweatiness and the smell of sex.
"What have you done Dean?" asked Cass, sitting next to him, giving him the strangest look he had ever received.
"What the fuck is going on? You send me back in time without telling me. I'm abandoned, then jumped by monsters, and saved by a nice guy. Just when I settle down, you come along and change everything!" he roared, unable to avoid losing it. Before he could say more Cass held up a hand.
"Do you know who that man was that you had intercourse with was?" Cass asked him calmly.
"All I know is that his name was J, you never even gave me a ch-" he started.
"J was short for Jonathan, John Winchester." Cass said, his eyebrows angled low, showing he was beyond upset. Dean sat there, sick with disgust. Shaking his head, he looked up at Cass. Suddenly he lost it. Cass's expression changed from fury to concern as Dean emptied the contents of his stomach all over the trench coat wearing angel. What made it worse was that Dean still thought what happened was so good, and that disgusted him even more.
"I will erase your father's memory; you will keep the memory as punishment." Cass said. With a flutter of wings, Dean was alone, sitting on a bench, staring into the night.
As Dean finished his story, he looked over at Ben, who was open mouthed and stunned.
"WOW" was all Ben said