Chapter 7
God, kissing Dean was so fucking hot! His mouth covered John’s, and his lips exerted a firm pressure. A tongue stole into his mouth, a wicked tongue that stole his breath and found every sensitive spot inside of it. A hand cradled the back of his head, holding him in place easily. He loved that feeling, of just a bit of helplessness as he was dominated by the stronger man. The free hand ran down his back and grabbed his ass, kneading it through the fabric of his pants.
John moaned and swayed his hips a little, rubbing his groin uninhibitedly against Dean’s. His arms were around the other man’s neck, holding on for dear life as their tongues dueled. But then the biker pulled back, and for a moment he was terrified that Dean had changed his mind…but that didn’t last long, as strong fingers went to work at the front of his shirt. Dean’s hot eyes raked him as the other man quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. John’s chest heaved for breath, and his nipples rucked under that smoldering gaze. He reciprocated, reaching out to pull Dean’s t-shirt off over his head. Then he was seeing that magnificent chest once more, and he felt like he could come right then and there just from seeing it.
The biker undid his pants and yanked them down. John gasped as his cock sprang free, already rock hard and leaking pre-cum in anticipation. Dean curled a big hand around it, and he groaned. “Someone’s definitely excited,” the biker growled, stroking him lightly.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, pushing his hips forward.
“Definitely,” Dean said, before he swooped in and began kissing the side of John’s neck in a manner not designed to help him stay on his feet. He bit at the skin lightly, then sucked at the juncture of neck and shoulder with the definite intention of leaving a hickey.
The former teacher fumbled with the snap at the front of the jeans that Dean was wearing, but he kept being distracted by the things that mouth was doing to his skin. Finally he had to push Dean away long enough for him to pull the zipper down and free the other man. Dean watched his face the entire time, making a low sound as John’s fingers found his cock and dragged it out of the tight confines of the jeans.
Oh, yeah! This was what he’d wanted since he’d seen Dean naked in the gym locker room. His mouth watering, John knelt down swiftly and went to town. He heard a groan above his head, and fingers tangled in his hair as he began to blow Dean with skill and intensity. He loved to have a cock in his mouth; loved to make a man shake and groan and cry out. He swirled his tongue over the broad head lovingly, then found that sensitive spot just under it and rubbed the flat of his tongue over it. Dean pushed his hips forward, crying out his name rather incoherently. Yes! Yell my name, you bastard! He cried triumphantly in his own head, as his eyes rolled up to find Dean’s face.
The biker’s face was twisted a bit, and his teeth were gritted together as John began to bob his head. He treated that big length of flesh like it was a popsicle, to be sucked and licked and devoured. His fingers found a big set of balls and stroked them lightly, feeling the way that they were already drawing up a bit. Feeling smug, John pursed his lips and sucked mightily. Dean gave forth a hoarse shout, then he was spurting into John’s greedy mouth in long spurts. He swallowed it all, relishing the salty goodness as it slid into his stomach.
With a last lazy lick at the tip, John pulled away. He smirked up at Dean, whose eyes were half-lidded. Fingers stroked under his chin possessively. “That was great, baby,” the biker said huskily.
John found himself pulled to his feet, and their mouths met once more. He knew that Dean could taste himself on his tongue. His own rigid cock rubbed against Dean’s, which was only at half-mast at the moment. Then hands pushed him back a little, and Dean growled to him: “Turn around.”
He did so, feeling breathless with excitement and lust combined. Hands pulled his pants all the way down, and he stepped out of them. Then those same hands bent him over and positioned him with his legs slightly spread. He panted wildly, his hands resting on his knees, as he waited for what Dean would do next. Then a warm, wet tongue began to trail lazily down his spin, and he shuddered. Hands closed over his hips, rubbing at them; then slid down to knead and caress the cheeks of his ass. He nearly whimpered, then moaned when fingers pulled his buttocks apart.
That wicked tongue traced over his balls, licking at the wrinkled sin. John was practically gyrating his hips, desperately asking for what he wanted more than anything. Then a kiss was laid on the skin of his right buttock, and he felt breath on the crack of his ass…Oh, God, please! He wailed in his own head, then repeated that pleas aloud when Dean only kissed his left cheek.
A chuckle, then he was being split wide by those big hands, and a nose nuzzled into the crack of his ass. He made a low sound, biting at his lip; then, oh then, there was a long, snake-like lick at the sensitive wrinkled skin of his anus, and he cried out deliriously. Oh, fuck! His hips rocked wildly as Dean began to lick at him steadily, long laps that made him feel like his head was going to explode. It felt so damn good! Then that tongue was breeching him, sliding inside, and John lost it as he came without even touching himself. He squirted all over the carpet, his body heaving and shuddering as he came.
He would have fallen if those big hands hadn’t held him up. “Uh, uh,” he panted, completely lost in bliss.
Dean’s tongue resumed its torturous but pleasant pastime when he’d recovered a bit. One hand held onto his hip, but the other slid between his legs to fondle his balls. He made a sound of protest, since he felt too sensitive still after his orgasm; but Dean was relentless. He ate John out and stroked his limp cock at the same time, until the former teacher announced the return of his erection with a desperate whimper.
Dean abandoned him at last. The biker stood up and leaned over him, pulling John upright and into his arms. He rested his chin on the former teacher’s shoulder as his fingers found a pair of perked up nipples and began to twist them lightly. John leaned back into him and enjoyed the sensation, as Dean kissed the side of his neck. “Do you want me to fuck you now, John?” he said softly, then nibbled on the other man’s ear.
“Oh God, yes,” he replied hoarsely.
“Do you have lube? And rubbers?” Dean asked next, sliding his hands down to caress John’s stomach as he rocked his groin into the former teacher’s ass.
“Yess, in my room. In the bedside table,” John replied breathily.
A low, deep laugh. “Why am I not surprised? I like a man who thinks ahead,” Dean nipped at his ear, then pushed him away. “I’ll be back,” he said in a bad imitation of Arnold Schwarzenegger. He strode away in the direction of John’s room, a magnificent naked animal.
John stood there in a daze while he waited for Dean to return with the supplies. His body was tingling in anticipation. He stroked his own cock lightly, moaning a little at the sensations. Then he heard that deep voice remark from behind him: “Starting without me, huh? Naughty boy.”
John gasped, then replied: “I can’t help it. You’ve got me all worked up.”
“Have I? That’s good,” Dean’s voice replied.
John might have said something else, but just then a slick finger slid between the cheeks of his ass. He cried out a little, spreading his legs to encourage Dean to continue. The biker licked at his shoulder even as he thrust that finger into John’s tight body, then swirled it around inside of him. John moaned, loving the feel of it but wanting even more. Wanting the other man to slide into him, to fuck him hard, to take him until he couldn’t remember his own name anymore. His own new name, that was. Dean began to finger him, even as he laid kisses across the back of John’s neck and across his shoulder blades. “Mmm, tight,” he drawled. “Can’t wait to get in there, John.”
“Yesss,” he hissed, rocking his hips onto the two fingers currently molesting him so pleasurably. “Ah, harder.”
“Sure thing,” Dean replied, then those fingers began to thrust into him both harder and faster. He cried out, his head tilting back.
“I don’t think I can wait much longer,” Dean said into his ear. “Are you ready?”
“Readier than I have ever been in my entire life,” John croaked.
“Okay, baby. Bend over the couch,” Dean breathed hotly in his ear.
He did so, blindly obeying, setting his hands on the couch cushion to brace himself. He heard the sound of a condom packet tearing, then the slick sounds of Dean preparing himself. Then three lubed up fingers were shoved briskly onto him for a moment, before they were replaced by something much bigger. John hashed in a deep breath as the head of Dean’s cock rubbed against his anus, then pushed inside in a slow, steady thrust.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
“I will, I promise,” Dean’s voice replied from behind him. Big hands cradled his hips as the other man pushed another inch into him.
Gah, so full! Felt so damn good, in spite of the sting. John took in deep breaths as those hands caressed his hips tenderly. Then more was pushing inside, and he bit at his lip. He moved his hips to try to make himself more comfortable, and when he’d found an angle he liked he rasped: “Push that thing into me right now.”
Dean chuckled huskily. “Sure thing, John,” he said. Then he was doing it, all of that cock was sinking into him, and the former teacher groaned and shuddered.
He was full, full to the brim. It hurt a bit, but it was the best thing ever at the same time. Dean had stopped to let him adjust, and a big hand curled around his hips and found his semi-limp cock. The hand pulled and stroked at it, making John whimper and moan softly. Finally he said: “Do it. Fuck me now, Dean. Hard and fast.”
“You sure?” Dean asked lazily, his fingers tightening on John’s cock.
“Yes. Now.” The command in his voice had always worked well in his classroom; now it worked just as effectively in this situation.
“Okay,” was the only reply. Then the cock within him withdrew most of the way, and was slammed back into him hard. All of his breath left him in a rush, but he had no time to recover it as Dean was doing it again. And again. And again. Hard and fast, just as he’d asked for it. The hand stayed on his penis, stroking in time with each hard thrust; and John made a sound like a sink backing up as pleasure swamped him. That big thing was scraping over his prostate relentlessly with each lunge, and Dean’s hips were slapping against his ass. Too much, too good, fuck!
He yelped as a big hand crashed down on his ass in a hard slap. It hurt, but the sting only seemed to add paradoxically to the pleasure. “I…have…to…punish…my…naughty…boy,” Dean said as he slapped John’s ass in time with his thrusts into the other man.
“Ugh, uhh, uhh,” was John’s only reply, in a gurgling voice.
Dean swooped down and encased John’s body with his own. His fingers found the other man’s nipples once more, and he rubbed them with his thumbs as he hissed into his lover’s ear: “Come, baby. Come.”
John made a keening sound in the buck of his throat, his whole body shaking as he came all over the couch. He could still vaguely feel Dean moving within him, but he didn’t care right at the moment. His ass tightened like a vise, and he heard a low groan as the other man came as well. Then it was over, and he was half slumped over the couch with his head hanging. Shit! Dimly he felt a tongue tracing over his shoulder, and Dean’s satisfied voice remarked: “That was worth the wait.”
Oh, it definitely had been. And John couldn’t wait to do it again, either. As soon as was humanly possible.
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“You doing all right, John?” Dean murmured into his ear.
He stirred, resting back against the broad chest of the man sitting behind him on the couch. “I’m just fine,” he replied dreamily.
A chuckle and a nose nuzzling his ear tenderly. “How many times did we do it?” the biker asked.
He yawned. “Three? Four? I can’t remember,” he replied happily.
“Is that because it was so good, or so bad? I hope not the latter,” Dean remarked.
“Of course not,” John said. “But I think I need some sleep now.”
“Me too. Your bed or mine, honey?”
He smiled. “Mine. That way Misty can sleep on us and won’t feel left out.”
“You got it, baby,” the other man rumbled, then pushed him to his feet. He wavered a little before they firmed up under him. He really was trashed. Lots and lots of good sex would do that to you…
Dean erupted to his feet, patting John’s ass fondly. “Let’s hit it. And I mean the bed, not each other again,” he teased.
“But what if I want to?” John asked quasi-innocently. “Hit you that is, Gorgeous?”
Dean gave him a wicked look over one shoulder. “Then I’d let you have your way with me. I‘m all yours, John.”
He liked the sound of that. They went down the hallway to his bedroom together, John scooping up the kitten and holding her in his hands as he did so. In his bedroom, they pulled back the blankets on his bed together and crawled in. John set the kitten atop the covers once they were pulled over both men. The tiny fluffy creature mewped, then curled up in a furry ball near his knee and began to purr loudly. Dean grabbed him and yanked him up against a hard body. “This is nice,” he remarked. “Sleeping with you. Actually sleeping, that is, instead of banging each other.”
John had to agree. He laid his head against Dean’s shoulder and sighed in pleasure. Dean’s fingers stroked through his hair. “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll try to get up later and go to work without disturbing you.”
“If you do, its okay,” the former teacher replied. “I can get back to sleep easily once you’re gone.”
“All right.” Lips kissed his lightly. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
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God, kissing Dean was so fucking hot! His mouth covered John’s, and his lips exerted a firm pressure. A tongue stole into his mouth, a wicked tongue that stole his breath and found every sensitive spot inside of it. A hand cradled the back of his head, holding him in place easily. He loved that feeling, of just a bit of helplessness as he was dominated by the stronger man. The free hand ran down his back and grabbed his ass, kneading it through the fabric of his pants.
John moaned and swayed his hips a little, rubbing his groin uninhibitedly against Dean’s. His arms were around the other man’s neck, holding on for dear life as their tongues dueled. But then the biker pulled back, and for a moment he was terrified that Dean had changed his mind…but that didn’t last long, as strong fingers went to work at the front of his shirt. Dean’s hot eyes raked him as the other man quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. John’s chest heaved for breath, and his nipples rucked under that smoldering gaze. He reciprocated, reaching out to pull Dean’s t-shirt off over his head. Then he was seeing that magnificent chest once more, and he felt like he could come right then and there just from seeing it.
The biker undid his pants and yanked them down. John gasped as his cock sprang free, already rock hard and leaking pre-cum in anticipation. Dean curled a big hand around it, and he groaned. “Someone’s definitely excited,” the biker growled, stroking him lightly.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, pushing his hips forward.
“Definitely,” Dean said, before he swooped in and began kissing the side of John’s neck in a manner not designed to help him stay on his feet. He bit at the skin lightly, then sucked at the juncture of neck and shoulder with the definite intention of leaving a hickey.
The former teacher fumbled with the snap at the front of the jeans that Dean was wearing, but he kept being distracted by the things that mouth was doing to his skin. Finally he had to push Dean away long enough for him to pull the zipper down and free the other man. Dean watched his face the entire time, making a low sound as John’s fingers found his cock and dragged it out of the tight confines of the jeans.
Oh, yeah! This was what he’d wanted since he’d seen Dean naked in the gym locker room. His mouth watering, John knelt down swiftly and went to town. He heard a groan above his head, and fingers tangled in his hair as he began to blow Dean with skill and intensity. He loved to have a cock in his mouth; loved to make a man shake and groan and cry out. He swirled his tongue over the broad head lovingly, then found that sensitive spot just under it and rubbed the flat of his tongue over it. Dean pushed his hips forward, crying out his name rather incoherently. Yes! Yell my name, you bastard! He cried triumphantly in his own head, as his eyes rolled up to find Dean’s face.
The biker’s face was twisted a bit, and his teeth were gritted together as John began to bob his head. He treated that big length of flesh like it was a popsicle, to be sucked and licked and devoured. His fingers found a big set of balls and stroked them lightly, feeling the way that they were already drawing up a bit. Feeling smug, John pursed his lips and sucked mightily. Dean gave forth a hoarse shout, then he was spurting into John’s greedy mouth in long spurts. He swallowed it all, relishing the salty goodness as it slid into his stomach.
With a last lazy lick at the tip, John pulled away. He smirked up at Dean, whose eyes were half-lidded. Fingers stroked under his chin possessively. “That was great, baby,” the biker said huskily.
John found himself pulled to his feet, and their mouths met once more. He knew that Dean could taste himself on his tongue. His own rigid cock rubbed against Dean’s, which was only at half-mast at the moment. Then hands pushed him back a little, and Dean growled to him: “Turn around.”
He did so, feeling breathless with excitement and lust combined. Hands pulled his pants all the way down, and he stepped out of them. Then those same hands bent him over and positioned him with his legs slightly spread. He panted wildly, his hands resting on his knees, as he waited for what Dean would do next. Then a warm, wet tongue began to trail lazily down his spin, and he shuddered. Hands closed over his hips, rubbing at them; then slid down to knead and caress the cheeks of his ass. He nearly whimpered, then moaned when fingers pulled his buttocks apart.
That wicked tongue traced over his balls, licking at the wrinkled sin. John was practically gyrating his hips, desperately asking for what he wanted more than anything. Then a kiss was laid on the skin of his right buttock, and he felt breath on the crack of his ass…Oh, God, please! He wailed in his own head, then repeated that pleas aloud when Dean only kissed his left cheek.
A chuckle, then he was being split wide by those big hands, and a nose nuzzled into the crack of his ass. He made a low sound, biting at his lip; then, oh then, there was a long, snake-like lick at the sensitive wrinkled skin of his anus, and he cried out deliriously. Oh, fuck! His hips rocked wildly as Dean began to lick at him steadily, long laps that made him feel like his head was going to explode. It felt so damn good! Then that tongue was breeching him, sliding inside, and John lost it as he came without even touching himself. He squirted all over the carpet, his body heaving and shuddering as he came.
He would have fallen if those big hands hadn’t held him up. “Uh, uh,” he panted, completely lost in bliss.
Dean’s tongue resumed its torturous but pleasant pastime when he’d recovered a bit. One hand held onto his hip, but the other slid between his legs to fondle his balls. He made a sound of protest, since he felt too sensitive still after his orgasm; but Dean was relentless. He ate John out and stroked his limp cock at the same time, until the former teacher announced the return of his erection with a desperate whimper.
Dean abandoned him at last. The biker stood up and leaned over him, pulling John upright and into his arms. He rested his chin on the former teacher’s shoulder as his fingers found a pair of perked up nipples and began to twist them lightly. John leaned back into him and enjoyed the sensation, as Dean kissed the side of his neck. “Do you want me to fuck you now, John?” he said softly, then nibbled on the other man’s ear.
“Oh God, yes,” he replied hoarsely.
“Do you have lube? And rubbers?” Dean asked next, sliding his hands down to caress John’s stomach as he rocked his groin into the former teacher’s ass.
“Yess, in my room. In the bedside table,” John replied breathily.
A low, deep laugh. “Why am I not surprised? I like a man who thinks ahead,” Dean nipped at his ear, then pushed him away. “I’ll be back,” he said in a bad imitation of Arnold Schwarzenegger. He strode away in the direction of John’s room, a magnificent naked animal.
John stood there in a daze while he waited for Dean to return with the supplies. His body was tingling in anticipation. He stroked his own cock lightly, moaning a little at the sensations. Then he heard that deep voice remark from behind him: “Starting without me, huh? Naughty boy.”
John gasped, then replied: “I can’t help it. You’ve got me all worked up.”
“Have I? That’s good,” Dean’s voice replied.
John might have said something else, but just then a slick finger slid between the cheeks of his ass. He cried out a little, spreading his legs to encourage Dean to continue. The biker licked at his shoulder even as he thrust that finger into John’s tight body, then swirled it around inside of him. John moaned, loving the feel of it but wanting even more. Wanting the other man to slide into him, to fuck him hard, to take him until he couldn’t remember his own name anymore. His own new name, that was. Dean began to finger him, even as he laid kisses across the back of John’s neck and across his shoulder blades. “Mmm, tight,” he drawled. “Can’t wait to get in there, John.”
“Yesss,” he hissed, rocking his hips onto the two fingers currently molesting him so pleasurably. “Ah, harder.”
“Sure thing,” Dean replied, then those fingers began to thrust into him both harder and faster. He cried out, his head tilting back.
“I don’t think I can wait much longer,” Dean said into his ear. “Are you ready?”
“Readier than I have ever been in my entire life,” John croaked.
“Okay, baby. Bend over the couch,” Dean breathed hotly in his ear.
He did so, blindly obeying, setting his hands on the couch cushion to brace himself. He heard the sound of a condom packet tearing, then the slick sounds of Dean preparing himself. Then three lubed up fingers were shoved briskly onto him for a moment, before they were replaced by something much bigger. John hashed in a deep breath as the head of Dean’s cock rubbed against his anus, then pushed inside in a slow, steady thrust.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
“I will, I promise,” Dean’s voice replied from behind him. Big hands cradled his hips as the other man pushed another inch into him.
Gah, so full! Felt so damn good, in spite of the sting. John took in deep breaths as those hands caressed his hips tenderly. Then more was pushing inside, and he bit at his lip. He moved his hips to try to make himself more comfortable, and when he’d found an angle he liked he rasped: “Push that thing into me right now.”
Dean chuckled huskily. “Sure thing, John,” he said. Then he was doing it, all of that cock was sinking into him, and the former teacher groaned and shuddered.
He was full, full to the brim. It hurt a bit, but it was the best thing ever at the same time. Dean had stopped to let him adjust, and a big hand curled around his hips and found his semi-limp cock. The hand pulled and stroked at it, making John whimper and moan softly. Finally he said: “Do it. Fuck me now, Dean. Hard and fast.”
“You sure?” Dean asked lazily, his fingers tightening on John’s cock.
“Yes. Now.” The command in his voice had always worked well in his classroom; now it worked just as effectively in this situation.
“Okay,” was the only reply. Then the cock within him withdrew most of the way, and was slammed back into him hard. All of his breath left him in a rush, but he had no time to recover it as Dean was doing it again. And again. And again. Hard and fast, just as he’d asked for it. The hand stayed on his penis, stroking in time with each hard thrust; and John made a sound like a sink backing up as pleasure swamped him. That big thing was scraping over his prostate relentlessly with each lunge, and Dean’s hips were slapping against his ass. Too much, too good, fuck!
He yelped as a big hand crashed down on his ass in a hard slap. It hurt, but the sting only seemed to add paradoxically to the pleasure. “I…have…to…punish…my…naughty…boy,” Dean said as he slapped John’s ass in time with his thrusts into the other man.
“Ugh, uhh, uhh,” was John’s only reply, in a gurgling voice.
Dean swooped down and encased John’s body with his own. His fingers found the other man’s nipples once more, and he rubbed them with his thumbs as he hissed into his lover’s ear: “Come, baby. Come.”
John made a keening sound in the buck of his throat, his whole body shaking as he came all over the couch. He could still vaguely feel Dean moving within him, but he didn’t care right at the moment. His ass tightened like a vise, and he heard a low groan as the other man came as well. Then it was over, and he was half slumped over the couch with his head hanging. Shit! Dimly he felt a tongue tracing over his shoulder, and Dean’s satisfied voice remarked: “That was worth the wait.”
Oh, it definitely had been. And John couldn’t wait to do it again, either. As soon as was humanly possible.
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“You doing all right, John?” Dean murmured into his ear.
He stirred, resting back against the broad chest of the man sitting behind him on the couch. “I’m just fine,” he replied dreamily.
A chuckle and a nose nuzzling his ear tenderly. “How many times did we do it?” the biker asked.
He yawned. “Three? Four? I can’t remember,” he replied happily.
“Is that because it was so good, or so bad? I hope not the latter,” Dean remarked.
“Of course not,” John said. “But I think I need some sleep now.”
“Me too. Your bed or mine, honey?”
He smiled. “Mine. That way Misty can sleep on us and won’t feel left out.”
“You got it, baby,” the other man rumbled, then pushed him to his feet. He wavered a little before they firmed up under him. He really was trashed. Lots and lots of good sex would do that to you…
Dean erupted to his feet, patting John’s ass fondly. “Let’s hit it. And I mean the bed, not each other again,” he teased.
“But what if I want to?” John asked quasi-innocently. “Hit you that is, Gorgeous?”
Dean gave him a wicked look over one shoulder. “Then I’d let you have your way with me. I‘m all yours, John.”
He liked the sound of that. They went down the hallway to his bedroom together, John scooping up the kitten and holding her in his hands as he did so. In his bedroom, they pulled back the blankets on his bed together and crawled in. John set the kitten atop the covers once they were pulled over both men. The tiny fluffy creature mewped, then curled up in a furry ball near his knee and began to purr loudly. Dean grabbed him and yanked him up against a hard body. “This is nice,” he remarked. “Sleeping with you. Actually sleeping, that is, instead of banging each other.”
John had to agree. He laid his head against Dean’s shoulder and sighed in pleasure. Dean’s fingers stroked through his hair. “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll try to get up later and go to work without disturbing you.”
“If you do, its okay,” the former teacher replied. “I can get back to sleep easily once you’re gone.”
“All right.” Lips kissed his lightly. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
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