Sam hadn't done so well today on his big test. He had studied, worked his ass off but still for some reason didn't do the best he wanted. He remembered back to high school when he would have a bad day or get in a fight with his dad. Dean was always there for him, there to hold him, there to love him. He came back to the shitty motel room and dropped his bag, on the ground. This time Dean wasn't there to comfort him. No. He and his dad were on a hunt. Dean was old enough then and he went with dad a lot more. Sam plopped down on the bed and turned on the TV, wanting to forget school just for a little. He flipped through the channels until he stopped on a channel showing porn. Gay porn. All Sam could think about was him and Dean. They'd only fucked once or twice and it hadn't been for a while, but hell. No one was around so why not? He began undoing his belt and pushing his jeans all the way off, as well as his shirt. He carefully pressed his hands over his member over his boxers and kept his eyes glued to the screen as he began rubbing his hand. As things got heated between the two stars, Sam felt his breath and hand moving faster until Sam all he could think about was Dean fucking his tight little hole. He pushed his boxers down and took his length into his hand, pumping faster. He was already leaking and moaning, all for Dean. Always for Dean. It was then he couldn't take it anymore, laying on his stomach, supported up by his hands as he grinded down on the rough sheets. "Oh..." Sam let out, watching the stars on the TV. Only after a few more minutes Sam came. Hard. All over the sheets. He decided to leave it, knowing Dean would see it when he came back and would fuck the ever living shit out of Sam. Just like he wanted.
