Notes: written for @spnpolybingo square ‘summer camp au’, underage (unspecified, all parties around 16-ish), drinking, incest, self piercings
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“Where did you even get that?”
Dean squints in the dim light of the boathouse, the sun setting on the other side of the lake slanting in through the open face of the rickety structure and there’s a little piece of gem studded metal dangling from Cas’ fingers.
“You know the counselor, Lisa, wears skimpy bikinis?” Cas grinned. “I noticed she’s always got a different piece in her belly.
“He stole it, is what he’s trying to say,” Jimmy rolls his eyes, arms folded over his chest as he warily glances out the exposed front of the boathouse then to the door at the side which doesn’t have a lock.
“Of course I did,” Cas chides his twin.
Dean’s only known these two since the start of summer camp a month ago, but Cas has got stickier fingers than he does. Sure, Dean steals from the supermarket when the cupboards are getting bare, or sometimes from the salvation army, but Cas steals because he wants to.
“So,” Dean glances down the faded green t-shirt Cas is wearing with the holes ringing the stretched out collar, to the flat of his belly, “Do I get to poke you this time?”
“No,” Cas tells him gleefully, “You get to help me poke my brother.”
Jimmy sighs and turns his eyes up to the ceiling, clutching his arms tighter against his chest. “I told you no, Cas.”
“Yeah, but when do I ever listen.”
“Your nipple piercings got infected.”
“But they’re fine now, and I’ve got this.”
Tucking the piece of jewelry into his cut-off jean shorts pocket, Cas drops his backpack onto the wet-swollen wood of the boathouse and pulls out a quarter full bottle of vodka.
“Oh, hey, nice,” Dean reaches out, and yeah okay maybe sometimes he steals stuff like this too, usually from his dad, but Cas swats his hand away.
“It’s for Jimmy’s belly button first, it’s a disinfectant so our princess here doesn’t have to worry about an infection, then we get the rest.”
“I’m not a princess,” Jimmy frowns.
“You’re a little prissy, Jimmy,” Dean says, “But it makes it easy to tell the two of you apart.”
Cas laughs and grabs at his twin, tugging at the hem of Jimmy’s shirt.
“Jesus, Cas, you’re so much worse when you have someone that actually agrees with you.”
Cas slaps a palm to his chest, “Did you just take the lord’s name in vain!”
“Shut up!” Jimmy shoves Cas away, but then he uses the space to pull his own shirt up over his head.
Both twins are skinny and pale, despite spending the same amount of time out in the sun that has gotten Dean freckled and a bronzed. He knows they’re from a strict and very large Catholic family, but the religious upbringing doesn’t seem to be sticking for how many crude jokes they make. And probably the incest thing. And the stealing. And self-piercings.
Cas smiles approvingly, setting the vodka down and digging an apple and a pocket knife out of his bag. Dean didn’t actually get to see the first time Cas pierced himself at the start of the summer. Both nipples. The safety pins he left in are kind of weird, but Dean loves how he whimpers when they’re tugged on.
Cutting a small thumbnail sized chunk of apple out, Cas passes it to Dean. He takes out a safety pin and lighter, holding the sharp point of the pin over the flame.
Jimmy sighs like he’s resigned to this, but Dean’s pretty sure that he likes the trouble Cas gets him into. Cas is the one to lead, forge headfirst into whatever batshit crazy notion has taken his fancy on any given day, while Jimmy acts the voice of reason and enjoys the adventure while maintaining ‘I told you so’ status.
Grabbing the vodka bottle, Jimmy takes a swig and coughs, then pours some on his belly, uncaring of how it drips onto his jeans and darkens the waist, scrubbing at the skin of his navel.
“If this gets infected I’m not blowing you for like a month.”
Cas clucks his tongue, “Idle threats don’t scare me.”
Slipping the lighter into his pocket, Cas takes the apple piece from Dean and passes him the stolen jewelry. “Splash some vodka on that,” he tells Dean.
Cupping it in his palm, Dean pours a little on it and lets it sit, then takes a sip for himself. Jimmy angles himself better into a sliver on sunset orange light and Cas kneels in front of him. Holding the apple against the skin under the navel, Cas pinches in the middle, squints, moves his position slightly to the left.
“Just do it already.” Jimmy grouses.
“I know you’d rather I do it right,” Cas mumbles, then shoves the safety pin through Jimmy’s skin.
Jimmy squeaks, then scrunches his face up. “That wasn’t so bad.”
“That’s only half of it,” Cas tells him.
Leaving the pin hanging, Cas holds a hand out to Dean, and Dean drops the jewelry onto his palm. Cas tells Jimmy, “Hold still,” before yanking the safety pin out and shoving the jewelry through.
Dean winces as he watches, fascinated.
Cas hums, pleased, and pours more vodka where Jimmy is bleeding a little, then laps it up off his skin. Dean’s gotta admit, the belly button piercing is pretty cute. He’s always liked that kind of shit on girls, although there’s only a few white-trash enough to have them at his school, but it works on guys too.
Jimmy’s whimpering while Cas tongues around the pink and agitated skin, pours more vodka on it. Cas looks up from his knees at Dean and smiles.
“Hey Dean, you want to see something pretty?”
Dean’s already stiff in his jeans. For one, he thought they were coming out to the boathouse for a little privacy, a little hands on fun. Then Jimmy took his shirt off and now Cas is tongue fucking his freshly pierced navel. So yeah, he’s got his expectations, which to be fair, they’ve only encouraged. And Cas is asking him if he wants to see something pretty.
The first time Cas said that, a week after they were all dumped at this free summer camp for ‘at-risk’ youths, that was when Cas had shown Dean the safety pins in his nipples, that were bizarre, but when asked if he wanted to touch them fuck yes Dean did. The second time Cas said that, he kissed his twin in front of Dean and Dean had jerked off in the woods behind the cabin after that. The third time Cas had asked him that, Jimmy had gotten down on his knees in the boathouse and gave Cas a blow job.
So yeah, Dean really wants to see something pretty.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans, reaching for the bottle of vodka Cas passes him, after Jimmy’s taken another sip.
Cas stands, hands working Jimmy’s jeans open, leans close and murmurs something in his twin’s ear while Jimmy closes his eyes and nods, turns around. Cas pulls his jeans and underwear down to Jimmy’s ankles and Jimmy leans forward a little. He’s got a tight ass, narrow hips, knobs of his spine bumping up under the skin of his back. Cas puts a hands on Jimmy’s asscheek, pulls it wide and tips Jimmy forward a little so Dean can see the pink furl of his hole, hairless and soft and sweet looking. Dean licks sour vodka off his lips and nods stupidly.
Cas sucks one of his fingers into his mouth, being loud on purpose, before he circles it around Jimmy’s hole and presses inside.
“Tell my brother he’s pretty, Dean.”
“God, he’s so pretty.”
Jimmy whines and bends forward more, arching his ass up, and he reaches one hand back to pull the other asscheek that Cas doesn’t have a hand on wider, showing off.
“Jesus christ.”
Jesus. Christ.
“Have you ever tried this on someone else, Dean?” Cas asks, slowly moving his finger in and out.
Dean shakes his head no.
“Have you ever tried this on yourself?”
He can feel the heat in his cheeks and it’s useless trying to lie to Cas, so he nods his head yes.
“Try it on me,” Jimmy says high and breathy.
“Yeah, okay.”
Dean’s not a virgin. He lost that in the eighth grade. Sure, he’s mostly been with girls, but it’s easier. He’s fumbled around in the dark, in the backseat of a car, got his hands up a cheerleader’s skirt under the bleachers. Guys have always been more of a passing fantasy, a better not get caught with, that he hasn’t pursued. Not until Cas and Jimmy pursued him. And they are shameless.
He passes the vodka bottle back to Cas, after Cas takes his finger out of his brother, and Dean sucks on his own finger before he touches the hot skin between Jimmy’s legs. Running the pad of his finger over the small wrinkles that twitch under his touch, Dean marvels at it for a moment before he tries pressing inside. It’s tight, and resists, but Cas leans over and spits right where Dean’s finger is trying to go and that’s the filthiest goddam thing he’s experienced in his short life. Every time he hooks up with these two they show him something filthier. He slides inside and it’s so fucking hot and smooth Dean’s dick jerks in his jeans and drips precome.
Cas hums, takes a deep sip of vodka and passes it to Jimmy.
“I’m going to watch you fuck my brother.” Cas says.
It’s not a question.
The bottle of vodka clunks onto the boathouse floor and Jimmy bends further, bracing his hands on his knees and shoving back against Dean.
“Fuck. Yeah, fuck, you two are sluts.”
“So are you, Dean.” Cas tells him, something wicked glinting in those blue eyes. “Try another finger.”
Dean’s not sure one went in that well, but he’s broader and larger than the twins everywhere, one of his fingers almost two of Cas’ slim ones. Cas is grabbing something else out of his bag though, a bottle of baby oil, like what he sees the girls spreading on themselves when they go sunning at the lake beach. Cas drips it down Jimmy’s crack and Dean smears his fingers through it while Jimmy squirms and moans some kind of ‘yes, yeah, please’ and Dean gets two fingers into him easy.
Cas moves around in front of Jimmy, crouches down and takes his twin’s face in his hands, kisses Jimmy filthy and noisy. Without his intense scrutiny straight on Dean, Dean loosens. Spreads a hand over Jimmy’s hip and smoothes up the curve of his back. Twists his fingers in deep while Jimmy shivers, body clutching around him and it’s nothing like fingering a girl.
The lake ripples with a gentle breeze, lapping at the supports under the boathouse, and the sun has dipped under the horizon leaving them in inky twilight gloom. It smells like musty old lakewater has seeped into every crevice of the boathouse, swollen it to creak and shift under them. Dean could be doing this in the primitive cramped outhouses of the camp and he’d be ready to go.
Cas steps next to Dean, settles a hand on his forearm as Dean curls his fingers inside of Jimmy, and pulls him slowly out.
“You’ll take care of Jimmy with me, won’t you?”
Dean nods dumbly and opens his mouth when Cas puts the rim of the vodka bottle to his lips, kisses away the stinging taste. Jimmy straightens and kicks his jeans off, a fresh red bead dripping down from his belly button, and his dick is slapping hard against his stomach under it, as he digs around in the back pack for a towel. Neatly folding it - and really, it’s kind of cute when he’s prissy - Jimmy sets it on the boathouse floor and kneels on it. Cas gets a hand in Dean’s jeans, shoves them down and pulls his dick out, stroking it firmly as he nips at Dean’s mouth. He nudges Dean down, and Dean kneels behind Jimmy’s spread legs as Jimmy drops forward onto his hands.
“Do I, uh,” Dean starts, thinking he should probably ask about a condom, but it’s not like he can get a boy pregnant, and Cas passes him the bottle of baby oil so he slicks himself up.
Cas pours another shot into Jimmy’s upturned mouth and settles in front of him, kissing him messily and grabbing his tousled hair sharply.
Dean’s dick slips between Jimmy’s thighs when he tries to push in, then up, so he grips himself in one hand and insistently presses against the pink tender muscle that barely lets him in as Jimmy gasps and Cas shushes against his mouth.
He’s vice tight and so hot around Dean that Dean thinks he’s gonna finish right now, and he has to stop and rub at Jimmy’s back to distract himself. Cas is nosing along Jimmy’s neck, murmuring in his brother’s ear, one arm draped over his shoulder and fingers trailing against his shivery back.
“Is… is that alright?” Dean asks.
“Tell him what you want,” Cas says in Jimmy’s ear, staring at Dean.
“I…I, uh… f-fuck me…”
Head sagging, shoulder blades jutting up sharply, Jimmy rolls his hips backward and buries Dean almost to the base. Dean snaps his hips forward reflexively, fingers tightening against Jimmy’s waist.
Cas kneels up, pulls off his shirt because he likes how Dean stares at him, shimmies his shorts down and guides his brother’s mouth onto his dick. As far as Dean can tell, Jimmy’s happy to be some kind of living sex doll, pliant to Cas’ suggestions and hands, mouth easy to open, legs quick to spread. They’ve probably had some fucked up kind of childhood, but Dean’s fucked up too and he’s horny and he kind of admires them.
Dean rocks his hips against Jimmy, pulls out and slides in slowly while Jimmy bobs his head on Cas’ dick with a wet sucking noise. Cas tangles a hand in Jimmy’s hair, pulls him forward at the same time that he thrusts. Dean can hear Jimmy gag but it only makes him shove forward harder, trapping Jimmy between them and he squirms in a way that squeezes around Dean’s dick. Swearing, groaning, Dean screws into him fast and dirty because he’s not going to last.
Cas fucks his brother’s mouth while Dean comes deep in him, but Cas pulls out so he can jizz all over Jimmy’s face.
Dean pulls out with a slick squelch that makes his spent dick twitch, sits back on his heels panting, gaze fixed on the pink-red gape of Jimmy’s ass that drips white down the seam between his legs. Splinters dig into Dean’s knees, the noise of the water fading as the wind dies down and the night deepens. There’s no clouds in the sky and the moon is almost full, silver light glinting off the water and shining into the boathouse.
Cas pulls Jimmy up onto his knees and turns him around. Jimmy hums, leans back against Cas’ chest. There’s tear tracks streaked down his cheeks and Cas’ come dripping off his chin. Jimmy’s dick is softening, stomach glistening with white streaks, and the dark water logged wood of the boathouse floor in front of him is spattered with pearl white puddles.
Cas palms Jimmy’s dick and he shudders.
“You’re so pretty,” Dean murmurs, about both of them, and the twins give him matching satisfied, secretive smiles.
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It’s been a while, so this won’t take long… Have you heard that one? *snicker*
No, seriously, though, I wanted thank all the new cummers, and say . To all the followers who joined or hung out while I was off, thanks for that, and I appreciate you coming back around now, too.
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I said this was a quickie… I’m done with you! Back to your porn, peops!
Back when I started rping, I started by email and I rped Sherlock to someone’s Moriarty. They knew my age (15) but they kept emailing me until I gave up and wrote smut with them. It’s been years, but I still think about it and it really disturbs me.
Summary:Suffering from amnesia that eradicated all memories of his past, Peter is forced to learn to survive underground in a nuclear shelter with a cranky man after waking up in a post-apocalyptic world. The teenager will soon realize that the hardest thing to surmount is neither the end of the world, nor the loss of memory, but cohabitation.
Were they really worthy of being humanity’s last hope?
I’ve been missing him more and more. Reading and writing here makes it worse and alleviates it all at once… I don’t know what to do. I very nearly went over last night.
“You’re so about to lose Jensen!” Justin moves to the edge of the couch.
“Yeah right Justin!” Clay begins to frantically push buttons on his controller.
“You haven’t won a game yet, loser!” Justin starts leaning towards Clay, nudging him.
“Stop trying to mess with me!” Clay nudges back. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Clay begins standing up as his character on the screen punches Justin’s, knocking him out. “Oh…” Clay squints his eyes and he can feel the poop he’s been holding in slip out of his butt and into his pants.
“What was that?” Justin looks up at Clay.
“Nothing…”
“You made a face… and now I’m starting to smell something.”
“You’re just upset that I won.” Clay turns around to face Justin, keeping his legs and butt cheeks together.
“You’re lying.” Justin jumps to his feet. “You pooped your pants!” Justin begins laughing.
“What…” Clay has no response.
“I can’t believe you pooped your pants.” Justin can’t stop laughing.
“I didn’t…”
“Fine. Then take your pants off.”
“What?”
“I’ll pay you five bucks if you take your pants and undies off and show me your poop.”
“What?” Clay is so dumbfounded.
“Ten.”
“No!”
“Twenty.”
“No!”
“Thirty, but that’s my final offer.”
“Fine.” Clay smiles.
“You were going to do it anyway weren’t you?”
“Of course.” Clay pulls his pants down.
“Whatever.” Justin takes thirty bucks out of his pants and hands it to Clay.
“Thank you.” Clay pulls his underwear down, a medium-sized piece of poop just sitting squished in the middle.
“Oh wow…” Justin licks his lips.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You licked your lips.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did!”
“Fine!” Justin steps up to Clay, very close. “It smells good.”
“Really?” Clay takes a small sniff of his poop. “I guess…”
“Can I… have a taste?”
“What!?” Clay is confused but isn’t as weirded out as he thinks he should be.
“I just want a little taste.”
“Sure?” Clay hands Justin his underwear.
Justin moves down and immediately and quickly takes a bite out of Clay’s poop.
“Oh my god!” Clay freaks out and steps back.
“Oh… my… god…” Justin moans as he chews and swallows the poop.
“I can’t believe you just did that!” Clay runs his hands through his hair and sits down on his bed.
“Well… it’s not really my first time…” Justin licks the poop on the underwear like it’s a popsicle.
“I can tell!”
“Are you alright?” Justin is worried this might change things between them.
“Yeah… it just… it just… it just got me really hard seeing you do that.” Clay blurts out.
“Really?” Justin steps closer to Clay, taking a small bite out of the poop.
“Oh yeah…” Clay moans..
“Do you still have some poop to let out?” Justin asks as he walks up to the bed, looking down at Clay.
“A little.” Just then Justin flips Clay roughly around onto his knees on the bed.
Justin doesn’t waste time as he puts his face into Clay’s ass. Clay feels Justin’s tongue slip into his hole and wriggles around.
“Oh…” Clay moans and grabs his erect penis, jerking it off.
“Let it out,” Justin says as he takes a breath.
“Ok.” Clay bites his lower lip and squints his eyes as he begins pushing the little bit of poop still in him out and into Justin’s open mouth.
“Mmm.” Justin moans as he steps back, barely able to handle the surprisingly large and thick piece of poop in his mouth and throat.
Clay turns around, watching Justin handle the poop, and jerks off faster.
“Chew on it!” Clay shouts at Justin. “Chew and swallow!” Clay is getting excited as he watched Justin chew and swallow the poop.
“Oh god!” Just moans as he swallows the last bit of poop. “So tasty!”
“Come… over… here…” Clay moans, his forehead getting sweaty.
Justin listens and walks in front of Clay on the bed and just as he arrives Clay’s penis explodes and cum shoots out all over Justin. Justin is frozen still as sticky cum shoots all over his face, hair, and shirt.
“Damn.” Clay wipes his forehead with his arm and falls back on the bed.
“Wow.” Justin gives Clay a look.
“Oh don’t look at me that way… pooper scooper.” The two begin laughing.
“Whatever… pooper… watcher…”
“Nice one.” They both laugh and Justin sits down on the bed next to Clay, Clay sitting up.
“Well next time you need to poop, let me know.”
“Sure… but next time we do it in the bathroom.”
“Why?” Clay sits up and Justin sees the lines of schmeered poop on his bed. “Oh… okay.”
“We should get to bed.”
“Sure. At least let me clean that up for you first.” Justin stands up.
“It’s fine, I was gonna do it tomorrow,” Clay says as he grabs the bedsheet.
“That’s not what I was talking about.” They both smile.
“Then get going,” Clay says as he bends over the bed once again.
Since Bryce was just a baby he has been told how great he is at everything and been taught by everyone around him that because he is so amazing he can do whatever he wants to whomever he wants.
Alex, on the other hand, has never really been complimented on anything. His father has always been very critical with him, making him go into his shell. Whenever that happens, Alex heads to a park a few blocks from his house that is secluded in the middle of trees.
One night Alex’ father tears into him about bleaching his hair. He smacks him around on the head a few times and shouts in his face before sending him to his room. Alex sneaks out his window and heads straight to his usual park and into the little castle, taking a seat on the top of the slide.
At the same time Bryce is at his own party where he sits bored with a bunch of drunk people. He decides to take a walk down the street when he see’s someone familiar walking into the park. Bryce follows the person and enters the park to see Alex Sandoval sitting on top fo the slide.
“What are you doing here loser?” Bryce walks to the bottom of the slide.
“Wow, how original.” Alex just looks down at Bryce in his lettermen’s jacket. “Just like that jacket.”
“Oh don’t you think your clever.”
“No, but compared to you I feel like a genius.”
“What did you just say?”
“Wow, I guess I gave you too much credit.”
“Say that to my face faggot.” Bryce kicks the slide.
“I’m the faggot? You’re the one that wants me to come to your face.”
Bryce reaches up the slide, grabbing Alex’ leg and pulling him down the slide. Alex kicks Bryce in the chest but Bryce only holds onto Alex tighter. Bryce pulls Alex off the slide then pushes him onto his knees.
“Stop it!” Alex can’t seem to shout and only moans the response.
“You want a faggot? I’ll show you a faggot.”
Bryce turns Alex around, pushing his face onto the bottom of the slide. While Bryce hold Alex down with his knee and one hand, he pulls Alex’s jeans until the button pops off and the pants slide down. Bryce pulls down Alex’s boxers to see his pale white ass.
“Look, your butt matches your hair.” Bryce just laughs as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to the ground.
“Now this is a fagot! Faggot!” Bryce’s penis is growing quite quickly n adjust as it reaches it’s peak, he shoves it into Alex.
Alex begins screaming but it’s muffled by the slide. Bryce pulls one of Alex’ shoes off and then a sock, shoving it into Alex’s mouth. Bryce begins quickly moving in and out of Alex’s ass as both his hands push Alex down. Within seconds Alex seems to give up, making Bryce happier. Bryce lets go of Alex and grabs the sides of the slide.
“God your tighter than half the girls at school.” Bryce laughs at his own joke as he runs a hand through his hair.
As Bryce begins sweating Alex loses more and more hope, going to a quiet place in his mind, waiting for this to be over. It’s only a minute before Bryce bites his lip and prepares to cum. A couple more thrusts and Bryce begins to cum.
“Oh….Yeah…” Bryce moans and begins slowing down.
Once finished he shakes the excess cum onto Alex’ butt before pulling his pants back up.
“Now you’ve had the best you could ever have. Your boyfriends goona be jealous.” Bryce slaps Alex on the ass before running a hand through his one last time and turning around to walk back to his house.
Alex stays there for almost an hour before getting up and heading home. He goes home and continues his life always thinking about what just happened but never mentioning it to anyone even on his death bed.
