Sam needing that college money so he starts stripping/camming but he goes by John Dean out of spite >:3
Definitely not | No thanks | Meh, maybe | Sure | Yes please | GIVE IT TO ME NOW
T H I S RIGHT THE FUCK HERE. THIS IS GOOD SHIT, NONNIE.
I n e e d bratty but cute as a button twink Sam using that alias like the spiteful little slut he. 🔥
"What's your name, sweetheart?" It's always the grungy lookin' biker types that stuff his g-string full of wrinkled ones and grab at his glitter dusted thighs when the bouncer isn't looking.
"It's John," Sam replies with a toothy grin. "But you can call me whatever you want, baby."
OhmyGod. And can you imagine the look on Dean's face when he accidentally finds out that stripping isn't the only side hustle his baby brother's got going? Of course, he's PISSED about the name that Sam's using but at the moment, his curiosity is getting the better of him. And as soon as Dean sees his little brother on camera, all soft and pretty-boy shy, talking to his "fans", he knows that he can't slam his laptop shut, no matter how much he wants to.
Dean's never paid to get off before. No cash for ass. That's the rule. But after watching just a few minutes of Sammy deep throating his favorite bright pink dildo like he was made for it, Dean is fucking sweating. God damn, this was worth way more than the hundred bucks he'd just dropped. Seriously, Dean would have gladly maxed out every credit card he'd ever applied for just to see those glossy cotton candy pink lips stretched wide around a cock. Fake or otherwise.
"Shit, seriously kid?" he groans as he reaches for the zipper of his jeans with a shaky hand. The amount of noise that Sam's making is obscene. They're sloppy, wet, almost borderline disgusting sounds, and Dean already has them filed under things that shouldn't make my dick hard but here we are in his frazzled mind.
"Jesus, Sam." Dean nearly dies when he watches his brother's throat flex greedily around the well-endowed silicon toy.
Sam's pretty eyes are glassy now and there's stringy wet drool dripping off his chin onto his flushed bare chest. He's a disaster. All disheveled and wanton, and he looks like something straight out of Dean's wettest dream. Every filthy detail making the older boy wonder why the Hell he even had that stupid rule in the first place.
