Jensen "Will you let me wreck ya?"

 

I looked up at Jensen, and my breath hitched. He was like a god, standing there completely naked against the darkness of the room. But my eyes were locked on the centerpiece, his cock. It was a monstrous, thick slab of white meat, pulsing with veins and standing rock-hard. It looked too big to be real, a heavy, blunt instrument of pleasure that made my own dick twitch violently in my pants.
“You like looking at it, don't you?” Jensen growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. “You want this huge cock in your mouth, you little slut.”
I didn't even answer, I just sank to my knees. As I leaned in, the scent of him, musk and heat, hit me. I opened my mouth wide and slid my lips over the broad head of his dick. It was massive. I couldn't even get my lips all the way around the circumference. As I sucked, the thick shaft filled my entire oral cavity, stretching my cheeks and pushing deep into my throat. I moaned around him, my tongue swirling around the ridge of his head, tasting the salty pre-cum as I tried to take as much of that white length as possible.
Suddenly, Jensen gripped my hair and pulled me back. Before I could react, he swung his hips with a sharp, wet smack. His heavy cock slapped right across my cheek, the sound echoing in the room. The impact stung, but the feeling of that thick meat hitting my skin sent a jolt of electricity straight to my balls. “You're not getting it yet,” he sneered, a smirk on his face. “You have to earn it.”

He pushed me onto the bed, flipping me over so I was on all fours, my ass arched high in the air. I could feel him standing behind me, his heat radiating against my backside. I expected the plunge, but instead, I felt his fingers. He didn't just slide them in, he teased me. He circled my tight hole with a lubricated finger, rubbing the rim, dancing around the entrance without actually going in.
“Please,” I whimpered, my forehead pressed against the sheets. “Jensen, please just put it in.”
“Please what?” he whispered, leaning down to bite my earlobe. “Tell me exactly what you want, you pathetic little hole.”
He suddenly shoved two fingers deep inside me. I gasped, my back arching as he stretched me open, his fingers curling and hooking inside my prostate. He pumped them in and out rapidly, mimicking the motion of his cock, but he kept it shallow, teasing the very edge of my endurance. He was prepping me, opening me up, making me crave the real thing.
“I want your dick! Please, Jensen, fuck me! I need it! I'm begging you, just fuck me hard!” I was sobbing now, my voice cracked with desperation, my own cock leaking fluid onto the bedsheets.
“That's more like it,” Jensen grunted.
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his massive dick. He didn't go slow. With one powerful thrust, he buried his entire length inside me. I screamed, the feeling of being completely filled, stretched to my absolute limit, sending me into a state of pure euphoria. He was so thick that I felt every single vein rubbing against my internal walls.

He started hammering into me, his thighs slapping against my ass with a rhythmic, wet thud. He was fucking me hard, driving deep and relentless, hitting my prostate with every single stroke.
“Yeah, take it all, you fucking slut,” Jensen groaned, his voice deep. “Feel how my dick stretches you open. You were made to be my personal toilet, weren't you? Just a tight little hole for me to dump my load in.”
The dirty talk fueled the fire. I was shaking, my muscles twitching under the onslaught of his power. He reached around, grabbing my hips and pulling me back harder onto him, ensuring there wasn't a millimeter of space between us. The friction was intense, the heat building up inside me until I felt like I was going to explode.
As he reached his peak, Jensen let out a roar. He gave one final thrust, pinning me to the mattress, and I felt his cock pulse violently inside me. Then came the flood. I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum blasting deep into my gut, filling me up, the warmth spreading through my internals. The sensation of his seed pumping into me was too much. Without even touching my own cock, the sheer intensity of the internal cumshot triggered my own orgasm. I let out a strangled cry, my body racking with spasms as I came hard, spraying my cum across the sheets in a mindless release, triggered solely by the feeling of Jensen filling me to the brim. We stayed like that for a moment, locked together, breathing heavily, while I felt his thick white load slowly leaking out of my stretched, aching hole.

Jensen Is In Need of Someone to Deepthroat His Dick.

I stared up at Jensen, my breath hitching as I looked at him perched on that red velvet chair. He looked like a god, naked and radiating a raw, masculine energy that made my skin prickle. My eyes were locked on the prize, his massive, thick white dick, standing proud and pulsing with a heavy vein running down the side. It was monstrous, a slab of hard meat that looked almost too big to be real, the head a deep, swollen red, leaking a bead of clear pre-cum that glistened under the light.
I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to wet my lips, desperate to feel that heat in my mouth. I reached out to grab it, but Jensen was faster.
The sound of his palm hitting my cheek echoed through the room. The slap was kinda hard, leaving my skin stinging and my head snapping to the side. I gasped, looking up at him with wide eyes, and the look in his gaze was pure dominance.
“Not so fast, you little slut,” Jensen growled, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated in my chest. “You don't get to touch this until I say so.”

He shifted his hips, and before I could react, he swung his heavy dick forward, slapping the meaty length of his shaft across my lips and cheek. The impact was wet and heavy, the smell of musk and arousal filling my nostrils. He did it again, flicking the head of his cock against my mouth, teasing me, denying me the release I was craving.
“You want it, don't you? You want to feel how big I am,” he sneered, his hand gripping the back of my neck, forcing my face closer to his crotch. “Beg for it. Tell me how much you want to suck my dick.”
“Please, Jensen... please let me suck it,” I whimpered, my saliva dripping from my chin.
“Good boy,” he whispered, his grip tightening. “Now open wide and take every fucking inch of it.”
I didn't need to be told twice. I lunged forward, wrapping my lips around the broad head of his dick. The size of it was overwhelming, my jaw stretched to its absolute limit as I tried to engulf him. The texture was smooth and hot, the skin tight over the throbbing muscle beneath. As I slid my mouth down, the girth filled my entire oral cavity, pushing against the back of my throat.
I started to suck hard, my cheeks hollowing out as I created a vacuum. I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat inside my mouth. Jensen let out a guttural groan, his hips beginning to thrust instinctively.
“Fuck, you've got a great mouth,” he gasped, his fingers digging into my scalp. “Suck it, you fucking slut. Drain me dry.”

I increased the pace, my tongue swirling around the rim of his head before sliding deep, taking as much of the shaft as I possibly could. I loved the feeling of being stretched, the sensation of his massive cock claiming my throat. I looked up at him, seeing his eyes flutter shut in pleasure, his muscles tensing as he neared the edge.
He started to thrust harder, his cock slamming into the back of my throat, making me gag and tear up, but I didn't pull away. I wanted it all. I wanted to feel him break.
“I'm gonna cum,” he roared, his voice straining. “I'm gonna fill your fucking throat! Swallow it all!”
With one final, powerful thrust that buried his dick deep in my gullet, Jensen erupted. I felt the first hot jet of sperm hit the back of my throat with incredible force. It came in thick, heavy pulses, flooding my mouth with a salty, creamy warmth. I clamped down, sucking greedily, refusing to let a single drop escape.
The taste was potent, heavy, alkaline, and intensely masculine. I swallowed hard, the thick ropes of cum sliding down my throat in great gulps. He kept pulsing, pumping load after load into me until he finally shuddered and went limp.
I stayed there for a moment, licking the remaining streaks of white cream from his shaft, making sure he was completely clean. I pulled back, my lips glistening with his seed, and looked up at him. Jensen looked down at me with a smirk of pure satisfaction.

Jensen Ackles is in need of someone to ride and suck his dick...

 

Jensen Ackles' Naked Ass (5)

Jensen stood in the center of his dimly lit bedroom, the only strong light coming from a ring light he’d set up to illuminate his muscular frame. He felt a thrill of exhibitionism coursing through him, a nervous heat that settled deep in his gut. He propped his phone up on a tripod, hitting the record button before stepping back to admire himself in the mirror. He was completely nude, his skin glowing under the artificial light.
Jensen shifted his stance, planting his feet wide and bending over, gripping the edge of his dresser. He arched his back, pushing his ass back and spreading his cheeks with both hands. The camera captured everything: the tight, puckered pink ring of his asshole twitching in the cool air. He let out a shaky breath, his heart hammering against his ribs. The thought of the recording made his cock twitch and leak a bead of clear pre-cum.

He reached back with his right hand, his fingers trembling slightly. He started slowly, circling the rim of his hole with a lubricated fingertip. The sensation was electric, the contrast between the cool lube and the heat of his internal walls made him gasp. He pressed harder, pushing the tip of his finger past the sphincter. He felt the muscle resist for a second before it yielded, sliding open to swallow his finger with a wet, squelching sound.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice echoing in the quiet room.
He began to explore, sliding his finger in and out, feeling the smooth texture of his interior. He pushed deeper, curling his finger to hook against the wall of his rectum. The moment he hit his prostate, a jolt of pure, unfiltered pleasure shot straight to his brain. His toes curled, and his cock leaped, throbbing violently. He began to pump his finger faster, the friction creating a rhythmic, slapping sound against his perineum.

Jensen closed his eyes, focusing entirely on the feeling of being stretched from the inside. He felt full, invaded by his own hand, and the pressure against his G-spot felt like a hot coal pressing against his nerves. He added a second finger, forcing them in together. He felt his asshole stretch wide, the skin taut and glistening. He moaned loudly, his head hanging low as he worked his fingers in a clawing motion, digging deep into himself.
The dual stimulation was becoming too much. He reached down with his free hand, wrapping his fingers around his thick, pulsing dick. He began to stroke himself in sync with the fingering. He watched the screen of the phone, seeing the image of his fingers disappearing into his ass while his other hand jerked his shaft. The visual of his own desperation pushed him over the edge.

He accelerated the pace, his breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches. The tension in his lower back and thighs reached a breaking point. He felt the orgasm building, a tidal wave of heat crashing from his prostate up through his spine.
“I'm coming! Fuck, I'm coming!” he screamed.
Jensen stiffened, his muscles locking up as he hit a shattering climax. He let out a guttural roar, his cock pulsing violently as he shot thick, white ropes of cum across his stomach, chest and some landing on the floor. At the same moment, he gave one final, deep thrust of his fingers into his ass, the internal pressure triggering a secondary wave of pleasure that made his vision blur.
He collapsed forward onto the dresser, panting heavily, his chest heaving. He stayed there for a moment, feeling the slow throb of his hole and the cooling sensation of the cum on his skin. Slowly, he reached over and stopped the recording, a satisfied, exhausted smile on his face. He couldn't wait to watch it back. 

Jensen Ackles: Bound and tied (2)

“Gosh” I whispered, seeing Jensen, the man I was obsessed with, currently suspended from the ceiling, his wrists locked in heavy leather cuffs. His arms were stretched taut, pulling his chest forward. I glanced down at the heavy weight hanging between his thighs, his dick was already semi-hard, a thick, pulsing vein running along the length of it.
Jensen left a low, guttural chuckle, the sound vibrating in my chest. Even tied up he looked very intimidating, dominant, he looked like a god I wanted to worship.
“Enjoying the view?” Jensen looked at me, smirking. “You know you're nothing but a little hole waiting to be filled. Now get your face on my cock. Now!”
I didn't hesitate. I dropped to my knees, eyes wide with hunger, and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick.
“Suck it, you little slut,” Jensen growled. “Take every inch. Show me how much you worship this.”

I gasped around him, my throat tightening as I tried to take as much of him as possible. He tasted like musk and power. I wanted more.
I pulled away, dripping with his pre-cum, and quickly stripped off my clothes. I turned around, bending over and presenting my ass to him, my hole twitching in anticipation. I reached back, rubbing a bit of lube over my entrance.
I backed up slowly, guiding the head of his massive cock against my rim. He was throbbing, hard as a rock, and the size of it terrified and thrilled me.
“Do it,” Jensen commanded, his voice a rough rasp. “Impale yourself on me. I want to feel you stretch around my dick until you can't breathe.”
I closed my eyes and pushed back hard. It was a mix of agony and ecstasy as I slid down onto him. I didn't go slow, slamming myself back, impaling himself on his length in one greedy motion. I felt his big dick bury itself deep in my tight, hot gut, hitting my prostate with a blunt force that made me scream.
“Fuck, you're tight,” Jensen said groaning, while he started to thrust his hips upward, driving himself even deeper into me. “You love this, don't you? Being filled up by me? Tell me how it feels to have my cock splitting you open.”
“It's... it's too big!” I wailed, my voice breaking. The sensation was overwhelming. I felt stretched to my absolute limit, the thick head of his dick pressing against my internals. It felt like he was claiming every inch of my insides.

I started to move, sliding up and down his shaft. Every time I dropped down, I felt that incredible sensation of being impaled, the sheer girth of him filling me completely. I was sobbing now, lost in the pleasure of his dominance.
“Please... Jensen, I’m so close...” I begged, my ass shaking as I worked myself onto him.
Jensen laughed while buckling his hips violently, meeting every one of my descents with a powerful upward thrust. He was hammering into me, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the room.
“You're just a toy for me,” His voice was deep, thick with lust. “A tight, wet little toy. I'm going to fill you so full of my cum you'll be leaking it for days. Keep taking it. Take all of it!” Jensen gave one final, massive heave, driving his cock as deep as it could possibly go. He roared as he erupted, pumping thick, hot loads of cum deep into me.
Soon after I was cumming without being touched, my body shaking with a violent orgasm of my own. I could feel Jensen pulsing inside me, the hot jets of his seed filling me up, stretching me even further.

Selfcest: Jensen x Jensen (2)

Jensen Ackles Jerking Off

Jensen sat sprawled back on the oversized brown leather couch, his muscular chest bare and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His jeans were pooled around his ankles, leaving his thick, heavy cock fully exposed and pulsing in the open air. Jensen’s hand was wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft, as he began to stroke himself with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sound of skin sliding against skin echoed in the quiet room, a wet, rhythmic slapping that signaled exactly what he wanted.
“Get over here,” Jensen commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that left no room for hesitation.
You approached, your breath hitching as you took in the sight of Jensen’s massive dick, already leaking a bead of pre-cum at the tip. Jensen didn't stop jerking off, his thumb rubbing circles over the head of his cock as he watched your reaction.
“Look at it,” Jensen sneered, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Thinking about how this feels inside you.”
He increased the pace of his strokes, his chest heaving. “Don't just stand there like a fucking statue. Get on your knees. Strip.”

Trembling, you obeyed, shedding your clothes until you were naked and vulnerable before Jensen’s dominant stare. “Good boy. Now climb on. Ride it. I want to feel every inch of your tight little hole gripping me.” Jensen gestured toward his lap.
You moved forward, straddling Jensen’s thick thighs. You hovered for a moment, the head of Jensen's cock pressing against your entrance. Jensen reached up, his large hands gripping your hips, guiding you down.
“Take it all,” Jensen growled, thrusting his hips upward. “All of it. Fuck, you're so tight.’’
You let out a choked gasp as you sank down, the massive girth of Jensen’s dick stretching you open, filling you completely. You collapsed against Jensen’s bare chest, sobbing into his shoulder as the sheer size of the intrusion overwhelmed you. Jensen gripped your waist and began to bounce him up and down, forcing a brutal, rhythmic pace.
“Satisfied?” Jensen hissed into your ear. “You love being stretched out by me, don't you? Tell me how it feels to have my cock ripping you open.”
“It's... it's so big,” You whimpered, tossing your head back as the friction hit your prostate.

"And you love it, every inch of it" Jensen countered, his thrusts becoming harder. The leather of the couch creaked under your combined weight, the sound mixing with the wet, slapping noise of bodies colliding. Jensen’s hands moved from your hips to your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. “Ride it harder. Move those hips for me. Work for it.”
The pace accelerated, the friction building into an unbearable heat. Jensen was relentless, his commanding voice pushing you toward the edge. Your movements became frantic, your internal muscles clamping down hard on Jensen’s shaft.
“That's it... squeeze it... fuck, you're fucking milking me,” Jensen groaned, his voice breaking.
With one final, powerful surge of his hips, Jensen slammed upward, burying himself to the hilt. He let out a loud, guttural roar as he came, his hot cum erupting in thick, pulsing jets deep inside you. The intensity of the orgasm left him shaking, his muscles locking up as he held you pinned against him, savoring the feeling of you peaking and shaking in tandem.
As the adrenaline faded, Jensen didn't immediately pull out. He stayed buried deep, his breath heavy against your neck. He gave one last squeeze to your hip before slowly sliding out with a wet pop.
Jensen leaned back into the leather, watching your spent form beside him, leaking white cream onto the brown upholstery. He smirked, looking completely satisfied.

Jensen's BWD Is Ready To Get Worshipped.

Jensen looms over you, his gaze heavy with a predatory intensity that leaves you breathless and trembling. He doesn't say a word, letting the sheer weight of his presence fill the room as he grips your chin, forcing you to look up at the hard line of his smirk. With a slow, deliberate motion, he frees his massive, throbbing cock from his clothes, the thick veins pulsing under the skin as it springs forward, fully erect and leaking a bead of pre-cum. He doesn't ask for permission, you simply open your mouth to take him in, he lets out a low, guttural groan, his fingers tangling harshly in your hair to anchor you in place while he begins to drive his length deep into your throat, claiming every inch of you with ruthless, rhythmic thrusts. Jensen’s grip tightens in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to make you look at him while he continues to pump his thick cock deep into your throat. “That's it, you little slut, take every fucking inch of me,” he growls, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. He lets out a sharp exhale, his hips snapping forward with a ruthless intensity that makes you gag, but he doesn't slow down. “I love how you choke on it, how you struggle just to keep up with me. You were made for this, weren't you? Just a little hole for me to use however I want.” He lets out a guttural moan, his pace becoming frantic as he nears the edge, his words turning into a commanding hiss. "Open wider for me, you're taking it so well. Now suck it, suck it like your life depends on it while I fill your fucking throat with my cum.” With one final thrust that bottoms out against the back of your throat, Jensen stiffens, his body shuddering as he blasts hot, thick loads of semen deep into your mouth, claiming you completely.

Jensen is Ready to Have Some Fun.

“Come here boy. Get closer.” Jensen’s voice was a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated right through my spine. I was on my knees between his legs, my heart hammering against my ribs, completely consumed by the need to serve him. I didn't need to be told twice. I crawled forward, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch his thighs. He smelled like expensive cologne mixed with the raw, musk scent of a man who had been working.
He shifted, lifting one arm high and exposing his armpit, he was only wearing a white tank top. I didn't hesitate. I dove in, pressing my face into the damp, dark hollow of his pit. The scent was intoxicating and very masculine. I licked the salty skin, inhaling deeply, my tongue swirling around the hair. I could taste the concentrated essence of him, a heady musk that made my head swim.
“Yeah, you like that, don't you? You little pit-worshipping slut,” Jensen growled, his grip tightening in my hair, forcing me deeper into him. “Suck on it. Get every drop of my sweat.”
I moaned into his skin, my own cock throbbing painfully against my thigh. I moved down, my tongue tracing the line of his abs until I reached his cock, it was thick and heavy, pulsing with a life of its own. It was massive, a vein-riven pillar of heat that looked almost too big to handle. I wrapped my lips around the head, my mouth stretching wide to accommodate the girth. He tasted like salt and sex. I sucked hard, my tongue swirling around the rim, feeling the velvet texture of the glans against my palate. Every time I slid down the shaft, I felt the sheer size of him filling my throat, triggering a gag reflex that only seemed to make him harder.
“Fuck, you're taking it so well,” Jensen hissed, his hips beginning to thrust instinctively. “Suck that big cock. Wrap those lips tight around me.”
I looked up at him, my eyes glazed with lust, as I worked my mouth over him. The feel of him, the heat, the hardness, the way he filled every available space in my mouth was overwhelming. I wanted more. I wanted him inside me.

Jensen didn't make me wait. He flipped me over with a sudden, commanding motion, shoving my face into the leather of the sofa and hiking my hips high in the air. I felt his fingers slicking my hole, stretching me open with a ruthless efficiency.
“You're so tight,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot. “I'm going to stretch you out. I'm going to ruin you.” Then, he pushed.
I let out a strangled scream as the massive head of his cock forced its way past my sphincter. It felt like I was being split in half, the sheer girth of him stretching my walls to their absolute limit. He didn't go slow, he drove inward with one powerful thrust, burying himself deep inside me until his pelvis slammed against my ass.
“Oh god!” I gasped, my fingers clawing at the leather. The feeling was immense, a crushing, filling pressure that hit my prostate with every single movement.
“You’re taking me so well” Jensen barked. He began to pump into me, his thrusts heavy and rhythmic. The sound of his balls slapping against my skin echoed in the room. “You love having this big dick inside you, don't you? Tell me how it feels!”
“It's... it's too big... and way too good!” I sobbed, though I was arching my back, begging for more.

“It's exactly the right size to break you,” he countered, his pace accelerating. He was hitting my sweet spot with every plunge, sending electric shocks of pleasure radiating through my entire body. I could feel the friction, the heat, the way my internal muscles were clenching desperately around him, trying to hold onto every millimeter of his length.
The sensory overload was too much. The smell of his sweat, the sound of his dirty talk, and the agonizingly perfect feeling of being filled by him pushed me over the edge. I wasn't even touching myself, but the sheer intensity of the friction triggered a reaction I couldn't control. I felt the orgasm build in my gut and explode. I came in a violent, pulsing spray, my seed splashing across the leather and my own stomach, completely untouched. I shook uncontrollably, my vision blurring, as I spent myself in a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Jensen let out a guttural roar that vibrated through my entire frame, his grip on my hips tightening until his knuckles were white. He drove himself in one last time, burying his massive cock as deep as it could possibly go, pinning me flat against the leather. I felt his shaft pulse violently inside me, and then the floodgates opened. Hot, thick jets of cum slammed into my prostate, filling me up with a searing heat that felt like liquid fire. I gasped, my muscles clamping down hard around him in a desperate attempt to milk every single drop out of him. “Yeah, take it all, you little slut,” he growled, his voice raw. I could feel the sheer volume of his load stretching my walls, the warmth spreading deep in my gut, leaving me completely spent and overflowing with him as he finally slumped against my back, still buried deep inside my ruined, shaking body.

Jensen Ackles: "I’m always down to use a tight hole."

“You want it,don't you?” Jensen grabbed onto his dick, giving it a slow stroke. I was already on my knees in front of him, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch him. His cock was massive, and the light caught the glint of silver, the Prince Albert piercing through the head of his dick. The sight of it made my mouth water.
“Show me how much you want this." He smirked.
I leaned forward and swiped my tongue along the length of him, tasting the salt and musk of his skin. When I finally opened my mouth and took him in, the sensation was electric. The cool, hard metal of the Prince Albert pressed against my tongue and the roof of my mouth, creating a sharp, exhilarating contrast to the searing heat of his flesh. I groaned around him, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around the jewelry.
Jensen let out a hiss, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Yeah, just like that. Feel that steel? That's for you to feel every single time I fuck you.”

He didn't let me finish him off with my mouth. He wanted more. He grabbed my waist and flipped me over with effortless strength, shoving my face into the velvet cushions and hiking my ass up high. I was shaking, completely undone by his dominance.
“You're so fucking desperate for me,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot. “I'm going to stretch you wide open with this.” I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance, and then he lunged forward, burying himself inside me in one powerful thrust. I screamed into the pillow, my vision blurring. But it wasn't just the size of him that hit me, and he was huge, it was the piercing. As he slid deep, the Prince Albert scraped against my internal walls, a precise, hard friction that sent sparks of pure pleasure shooting through my nerves.
“Oh god...” I whimpered, my hips instinctively bucking back against him.
“You love it, don't you?” Jensen growled, picking up the pace. He started hammering into me, his heavy balls slapping against my ass. Every time he bottomed out, the jewelry pressed firmly against my prostate, hitting the spot with a surgical intensity that made my toes curl.

He was relentless, his movements cocky and commanding. He wasn't just fucking me, he was claiming me. “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, his voice thick with lust. “Tell me how that piece of silver feels inside your tight little hole.”
“It feels... amazing... please, Jensen, harder!” I sobbed, completely lost in the sensation. The combination of his massive girth and the sharp, distinct feel of the Prince Albert was driving me insane. I felt every ridge, every pulse, and every scrape of the metal.
Jensen let out a loud, triumphant groan, his pace becoming frantic. He gripped my hips so hard he’d leave bruises, driving himself into me one last time with everything he had. I felt the piercing dig deep into me just as he erupted, his hot cum flooding my insides. I collapsed onto the sofa, twitching and spent, while Jensen stayed buried inside me, smirking as he felt my walls quiver around his steel.

Jensen's Hard Dick Waiting to Get Worshipped

I can't stop staring at the way Jensen's massive cock hangs heavy between his thighs, the head already glistening with precum as he stands over me on that wooden bed frame. My mouth waters just looking at it. “That's right, get a good look at what you're about to worship,” Jensen growls, wrapping his fist around the thick shaft and giving it a slow stroke. “Nine inches of prime cock, and you're gonna show it the respect it deserves.”
I drop to my knees without hesitation, my hands trembling as I reach up to touch him. My fingers trace his abs first, feeling the hard muscle flex under my touch. Then I lean in, pressing my lips to the base of his cock, breathing in his musky scent.
“Fuck yeah, that's it,” Jensen groans, his free hand gripping the back of my head. “Kiss every inch of that dick. Show me how much you want it.”

I start at the root, my tongue dragging along the underside as I work my way up. The taste of him intoxicating. I wrap my lips around one of his heavy balls, sucking gently while my hand strokes his shaft. Jensen's cock twitches in my grip, growing even harder.
“Goddamn, you love this big dick, don't you?” he taunts, thrusting his hips forward.
My tongue traces every vein, every ridge, worshipping the massive length. I take the head into my mouth, stretching my lips wide around his girth as I suck. Jensen's hand tightens in my hair.
“That's a good cocksucker. Take more of it. I want to feel that throat.” He pushes deeper, and I gag around him, tears forming in my eyes. I pull off gasping, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening cock. “Please, Jensen... I need you inside me.”
He smirks, that cocky grin making my stomach flip. “Beg for it. Tell me how bad you want this dick stretching your ass.”
“I want it so bad,” I whimper, turning around and presenting myself. “I want you to fuck me with that huge cock. Make me your bitch.”

Jensen spits on my hole, rubbing the head of his cock against my entrance. He pushes in slowly, the burn intense as my body struggles to accommodate his size. “Fuck, you're so tight. This ass was made for my cock.”
He starts thrusting, each stroke going deeper until he's buried to the hilt. His balls slap against me with every brutal thrust. “Take it, you little slut. Take every fucking inch.”
Jensen grips on my hips and pounds into me, his dirty talk never stopping. “This is what you wanted, isn't it? Getting railed by my big dick. Say my name while I fuck you.”
“Jensen!!!” I cry out, my own cock throbbing untouched. “Jensen, please, harder!”
“That's right, scream for me.” He reaches around to grab my throat, pulling me back against his chest. “I'm gonna fill this ass with my load. Gonna breed you like the cock-hungry whore you are.”
His pace becomes frantic, his cock swelling inside me. “Fuck, I'm close. You want my cum? Beg for it.”
“Please, Jensen, cum inside me!” I beg, pushing back against him.
“Here it comes,” he groans, burying himself deep as he unloads. I can feel every pulse of his cock as he fills me, his hot cum flooding my ass. Jensen stays buried inside me, both of us panting. He leans in, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to my shoulder while reaching for my dick, noticing I had come without my being touched. “Good boy, you took my dick like a champ.”

Jensen: "Big boy waiting for you."

Jensen leaned back against the bed, his legs spread wide to showcase the massive, throbbing dick, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched his plaything… you were on your knees, trembling on the floor before him“Look at it,” Jensen commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “Look at how fucking big it is compared to you. You’ve been craving this all day, haven't you? Just a hole waiting to be filled.”
You nodded frantically, eyes locked on the thick, veiny shaft that pulsed with every heartbeat. Jensen didn't wait for an invitation. He reached down, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanked your head forward, forcing your face inches away from the glistening head of his dick.

“Open wide, cumdump. I'm going to stretch that throat out until you can't breathe,” Jensen sneered.
He shoved his cock forward, sliding the thick head past your lips in one motion. He didn't give you time to adjust, pumping his hips forward to bury himself deep in your throat. You gagged, tears streaming down.
“Fuck yeah, take it all. Suck every inch of my dick,” Jensen groaned, his pace increasing. He fucked your mouth with brutal efficiency, the sound of wet slapping and muffled moans filling the room. “You love being used like this, don't you? Just a piece of meat for me to dump my load into.”
After a few minutes of relentless throat-fucking, Jensen pulled out with a wet pop. He didn't let you recover, flipping you over instantly and shoving you face-down onto the bed. He ripped your pants down, exposing your tight, shaking ass.

Jensen spat a thick glob of saliva onto your hole, rubbing it in with his thumb before lining himself up. Without a word of warning, he slammed his entire length inside.
“Fuck!” Jensen barked. “You're so fucking tight. It feels like you're trying to squeeze the cum right out of me.”
He began to hammer into you, each thrust deep and it felt so good... The sofa creaked under the force of his movements. Jensen leaned down, biting your shoulder and whispering filth into your ear. “You're nothing but a cumdump. I'm going to fill you so full of my seed that you'll be leaking it for days.”
At this point all you could do was sob, too lost in the sensation of being fucked, body shaking with every heavy impact of Jensen's hips. The friction was intense, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing loudly. Jensen's pace became frantic, his breath coming in heavy heaves as he reached his limit.

“I'm coming…” Jensen growled.
With one final, violent thrust, Jensen buried himself to the hilt and let out a guttural roar. He erupted inside you, pumping wave after wave of hot, thick cum deep into your ass. He didn't pull out immediately, instead grinding his pelvis against your ass, ensuring every drop was deposited deep inside.
As Jensen finally slid out, a mixture of cum and lube leaked from your stretched-out hole. Jensen stood up, looking down at your spent, shaking body with a look of pure satisfaction.
“Good boy,” Jensen smirked, wiping his cock on your back. “Stay right there. I might decide I need another round later.”

Jensen Ackles Ass (2)

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Selfcest: Jensen x Jensen

Jensen had just taken a shower and was getting out of the bathroom, entering him room fully naked, he was greeted with someone also naked in his room, “Great, a groupie.” He thought with himself... paying attention to the figure in his room, he rubbed his eyes, thinking he was going crazy, it was like staring into the mirror, except he wasn’t in front of a mirror, and the image in front of him didn’t mimic him. “What in the fuck?” Jensen was still in disbelief, how come someone who looked like him, no, it was an exact copy of him, was in the middle of his room, smirking at him.

“C’mon, you know what to do.” His copy said, running his hands over his torso, down his abs, giving his dick a small jerk.
The air in the room instantly turned electric, thick with sexual tension. There was no hesitation, there was only the primal urge to conquer a version of himself that was just as hungry, and just as well-endowed…
They collided in the center of the room, their mouths crashing together in a desperate kiss. It was a mind-blowing sensation, Jensen felt the exact pressure he usually applied, the same roughness of the tongue, and the same scent of musk and sweat. It was like kissing a mirror that breathed and moaned. He gripped the back of his doppelganger’s neck, pulling him closer, their chests slapping together. “You have no fucking idea how much I've wanted to do this," Jensen growled against the other man's lips, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.
“Then stop talking and fucking do it,” the doppelganger spat back, as he was shoved back toward the large brown sofa in Jensen’s room.

Jensen didn't need to be told twice. He shoved the copy down, the doppelganger landing hard on the cushions. His dick was thick, heavy, and leaking pre-cum. He looked down and saw the exact same sight, a massive, throbbing cock mirroring his own, twitching with need.
Jensen flipped the copy over, forcing him onto his hands and knees. The sight of his own muscular ass arched and waiting for him was an aphrodisiac like nothing he'd ever experienced. He spat a thick glob of saliva onto the doppelganger's tight hole, rubbing it in with a rough thumb before positioning his head at the entrance.
With one powerful thrust, Jensen buried his entire length inside his copy.
“FUCK!” they both screamed in unison, the sound echoing through the room.
The sensation was transcendental. Jensen felt the tight, scorching grip, it was better than any pussy ever felt, and knowing it was his body receiving the blow was what made it nasty. He felt every ridge of his cock sliding against the internal walls of his own double.
“You feel so fucking tight,” Jensen hissed, grabbing the doppelganger's hips and slamming into him. “I can feel your walls shaking around my cock. You love being fucked by me, don't you?”
The doppelganger let out a guttural moan, his face pressed into the fabric of the sofa. “Yes... fuck me... fuck your own fucking hole... fill me up!”

The sex became a blur of sweat and friction. Jensen flipped the doppelganger over, and started to hammer into him. Every thrust felt like he was fucking himself in the most literal, erotic sense. He could feel the doppelganger's prostate being hammered, and because they were identical, Jensen felt a sympathetic surge of pleasure in his own nerves. It was a feedback loop of pure, unadulterated lust.
The doppelganger reached, grabbing Jensen’s ass to pull him deeper, demanding more. “Harder! Fuck me harder, dick so good!”
Jensen leaned down, and crashed his mouth down on the doppelganger’s, their identical lips meeting in a wet, hungry collision. The sensation hit him like a jolt, kissing his own mouth, feeling the same full lower lip yield under pressure, the same scrape of beard, the same heat and taste of his own tongue sliding against his. It was like making out with a mirror that kissed back, every movement perfectly mirrored yet somehow new because it came from another body.

He kept thrusting the whole time, his dick driving deep into that familiar, gripping heat while their tongues tangled. The doppelganger moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating straight into Jensen’s mouth, and Jensen answered with a low growl, sucking on the identical tongue like he could pull the pleasure out of it. Their beards rasped together, spit slicking their chins, the kiss turning messy and desperate as Jensen fucked harder, hips snapping forward with every slide of tongue. He could taste the doppelganger’s breath, his own breath, hot and ragged, and it only made him grind deeper, claiming that mouth and that ass at the same time. The kiss never broke, just got filthier, wetter, more possessive, two identical faces locked together while Jensen’s cock kept pounding in and out of his own perfect double.

The doppelganger was reaching his limit. His breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, and his back arched violently as Jensen hit his prostate with every brutal thrust. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his own massive, throbbing dick, pumping it in a frantic rhythm that mirrored the pace of the fucking. “Fuck, this is hot.” The doppelganger let out a choked scream, his eyes rolling back in his head. With a final, violent shudder, he erupted. Thick, white ropes of cum shot upward, splashing across his own abs and chest, coating his skin in hot, sticky seed. He groaned, his body twitching around Jensen's cock, the internal muscles squeezing the intruder in a series of tight, rhythmic pulses that nearly pushed Jensen over the edge.

The sight of his own body covered in cum was the final trigger. Jensen let out a roar, his thrusts becoming short and violent, burying himself as deep as possible. He felt his cock swell to its absolute limit before he exploded, pumping load after load of hot, thick cum deep into the doppelganger's bowels, filling him to the brim.
As the intensity of the orgasm began to fade, Jensen didn't pull out. He stayed buried inside, breathing heavily, the scent of sex and musk overwhelming. He shifted his weight, leaning over the doppelganger's trembling body. He looked down at the glistening white pools of cum smeared across those abs.

Without a word, Jensen lowered his head. He began to lick the cum off the doppelganger's skin, his tongue swirling through the salty, creamy fluid. He tasted himself, the raw, primal flavor of his own seed and it was one of the most erotic things he had ever experienced. He licked every drop, cleaning the doppelganger's stomach with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue, savoring the taste of their shared climax. Once he had cleaned the skin, Jensen gripped the doppelganger's chin and forced him to look up. Their green eyes met, identical sparks of hunger and satisfaction. Jensen leaned in, crashing their mouths together in a filthy, desperate kiss.
As they tongued each other, Jensen spat a bit of the cum he had just licked into the doppelganger's mouth, and the copy did the same, swapping the taste of their seed back and forth. It was a dirty, wet exchange, their saliva mixing with the remnants of their orgasms. They sucked on each other's tongues, sharing the essence of their pleasure in a final, mind-blowing act of narcissism, two identical gods bound together by sweat, seed, and an insatiable need for one another.

Jensen Ackles: "Massive dick unleashed, ready to play"

Jensen leaned back against a black wall, his gaze heavy and predatory as he looked at you kneeling between his legs. Jensen didn't say a word at first, simply letting the silence stretch until you were vibrating with anticipation.
“You've been waiting for this all day, haven't you?” Jensen’s voice was a low, gravelly drawl, dripping with cockiness. He reached down, his fingers gripping your chin and forcing you to look up. “Look at me. I want to see how desperate you are.”
You whimpered, eyes wide and pleading. Jensen smirked, his expression arrogant and knowing. He slowly reached for the button of his trousers, popping it open with a deliberate click.
“Mouth open.” Jensen commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.


You obeyed instantly, sliding further forward on the floor, jaw dropping open as Jensen freed his cock. It sprang out, thick and heavy, a massive vein pulsing along the length of the shaft. It was imposing and you stared at it in awe.
“Don't just stare at it, take it,” Jensen groaned, his hand moving to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to guide you.
As you slid your lips over the broad head of Jensen's dick, Jensen let out a sharp exhale, his hips giving a small thrust. “Yeah, just like that. Suck it deep. I want to feel your throat tighten around me.”
Jensen’s dirty talk became a constant stream, fueling the fire. “You love being my little toy, don't you? You love knowing that I own every inch of you. Wrap those lips tight and show me how much you want to please me.”
Your cheeks hollowed as you tried to take as much of the thick shaft as possible. Jensen watched you with a look of pure satisfaction, his hand tightening in your hair, controlling the pace, forcing you to bob up and down with precision.
“Good boy,” Jensen whispered, removing the dick from my mouth. “Now, crawl around to the back. I want to see that ass shaking while you beg for it.”

You scrambled to obey, turning around and arching your back, presenting your ass. Jensen’s cock was glistening with pre-cum, and soon he stepped behind you. He gripped your hips, taking a closer look at your asshole, removing a plug that was there. Jensen growled, shoving three of his thick fingers inside of you, chuckling when he heard you moan. “You're so fucking open for me,” His fingers were gone, making you feel empty, but the sensation only lasted a few seconds, because soon he was positioning the head of his dick against the tight entrance. “I'm going to stretch you out until you can't think of anything but my cock filling you up.”
With one thrust, Jensen slammed home, burying his entire length inside you in one go. You let out a choked scream, body jolting from the sudden fullness.

“Take it all,” Jensen began at a rhythmic pace. He hammered into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. “Tell me who you belong to. Tell me while I fuck you into the floor!”
“You! I belong to you, Jensen!” you sobbed, voice broken and desperate.
“That's right,” Jensen groaned, his pace accelerating, his breath coming in heavy rasps. “You're my fucking hole. Now hold still and take every inch of this.”
Jensen drove himself deeper and deeper, his movements primal, until you felt the build-up reach a breaking point. With a final roar, he slammed himself home one last time and erupted, filling you with thick, hot loads of cum that pulsed deep inside you.
Jensen stayed there for a moment, panting, his chest heaving against your back. He slowly pulled out, leaving you slumped and shaking on the floor, leaking his seed.
Jensen looked down at you, a smug smile on his face. “Clean me up,” he ordered, his spent dick in front of you, and who were you to deny this man anything…

Jensen Ackles: "Hard and ready, come take a seat."

Jensen sat back in that grey wooden chair, looking exactly like the cocky bastard I knew he was. He didn't say a word at first, just spread his legs wide, letting his massive dick spring free. I stared at it, my throat going dry. It was monstrous, thick, veiny, and pulsing with a heavy weight that seemed impossible for one man to carry. The head was a deep, swollen purple, leaking a bead of pre-cum.
“What are you waiting for?” Jensen smirked, his voice a low, commanding rasp. “Get over here and take it. Now.”
My legs felt like jelly as I crawled toward him. Up close, the size of his dick was even more intimidating. It looked like a piece of polished mahogany, thick as my wrist. I trembled, my own cock leaking through my underwear just from the sight of him.
“I... I don't know if I can,” I whispered, looking up at him, he had already opened me up, but his dick really was something else…

Jensen let out a sly smile, reaching out to grab my hand, guiding me to his lap, making me straddle him. As I slowly lowered myself, the broad head of his cock pressed against my entrance. I gasped, my muscles instinctively clenching. He was too big. The moment I started to sink, I felt my skin stretching to the absolute limit.
“Fuck, you're tight,” Jensen groaned, his hands gripping my waist. I pushed harder, a whimper escaping my lips. I felt the thick shaft sliding inside me, forcing my walls apart. Every millimeter was a struggle, I could feel the ridges of his veins scraping against my internal walls, filling me so completely that I felt like I couldn't breathe. I stopped halfway, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body shaking from the sheer intensity of the stretch.
"It's... it's too big," I sobbed, but the pain was quickly being overtaken by an overwhelming sense of fullness. I felt occupied, dominated, completely claimed by him.
With a desperate moan, I shoved myself down. I felt a sudden, sharp pressure as the head of his cock slammed deep into my gut, hitting my prostate with a force that made my vision blur. I collapsed against his chest, my insides screaming from the expansion. I was completely impaled. The sensation of being totally filled, sent a shockwave of pleasure through my entire nervous system.
I didn't even touch myself. The sheer friction of his massive dick filling me, combined with the intensity of the stretch, was too much. My toes curled, my back arched, and I suddenly erupted, my cum spraying across Jensen's stomach in thick, white ropes. I screamed into his shoulder, my body racking with an orgasm triggered purely by the size of him inside me.

Jensen didn't let me move. He started to thrust upward, his hips snapping with violent power. He was hammering into me, his thick shaft sliding in and out of my drenched hole with a wet, slapping sound. “I didn’t even have to touch you”. The fact I had come so fast seemed to have turned Jensen on even more, because he accelerated his thrusts, they started to become shorter and more frantic. I could feel his cock swelling even further inside me, the pressure becoming unbearable. With one final, guttural roar, Jensen slammed himself deep into my core and locked his arms around me. I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum exploding deep inside my bowels, filling me to the brim. He pumped load after load into me, the heat of his seed flooding my internals, leaving me shaking and completely spent, pinned beneath his dominant weight.

Jensen Ackles: "Huge cock ready for action, come and get it"

I had been staring at Jensen for the last hour, my throat dry and my heart hammering against my ribs. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He was sprawled across the gray sofa, shirtless, his muscular chest rising and falling with a slow rhythm. “You've been eyeing it all night,” Jensen said nonchalant, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He shifted, the fabric of his trousers straining against the thick, heavy bulge between his legs. “You want it, don't you?”
I couldn't speak, I just nodded, my gaze locked on that bulge.
“Get over here. On your knees,” he commanded.
I didn't hesitate. I slid off the chair and sank to the floor between his legs. Up close, the scent of him hit me like a wave, musk, expensive cologne, and raw man. Jensen reached down, his hand gripping the front of his pants before he unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down with a slow, metallic hiss.
When he freed himself, I actually gasped. His cock was massive, a thick, pulsing vein running up the length of the heavy shaft, the head a deep, angry pink. It looked too big to be real, a heavy piece of meat that demanded total attention.
“Look at it,” Jensen groaned, leaning back and spreading his legs wider. “Now open your mouth and take it.” I didn’t waste time, I leaned in, my lips brushing against the sensitive head. I flicked my tongue over the slit, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, his fingers digging into my hair.
“Fuck, you're eager,” he growled. “Wrap those lips around it. All of it. I want to feel you choking on me.”

I opened wide and pushed forward, sliding my mouth over the broad head. The girth was overwhelming, stretching my cheeks and filling my mouth completely. As I slid further down, the thickness of him hit the back of my throat, triggering a gag reflex that made my eyes water.
“That's it, choke on it,” Jensen whispered, his voice dripping with dominance. “Take my big dick, you little slut. Suck it like you fucking need it.”
He started to thrust his hips, pushing deeper into my throat. Each shove felt like it was hitting the base of my brain. I gripped his thighs, my fingers digging into his muscles as I tried to keep up with the pace. The sound of my wet mouth sliding up and down his shaft filled the room.
"Your mouth feels fucking incredible,” he groaned, his head tossing back against the sofa. “Suck the head, use your tongue. Lick every inch of this cock.”
I obeyed, swirling my tongue around the rim of his glans. I could hear his breathing get heavier, more erratic. He started to pick up the speed, his thrusts becoming more violent, forcing me to lean back just to accommodate the length.

“I'm gonna cum,” he warned, his voice straining. “I'm gonna fill your fucking throat. Don't you dare pull away. You're going to swallow every drop of my cum.”
He gripped the back of my head tight, locking me in place, and delivered three hard, deep lunges that buried him to the hilt. With a guttural roar, he spasmed, his body tensing as he shot load after load of thick, hot cum deep into my throat. I gagged, my throat constricting around him, but I swallowed hard, gulping down the heavy cream as he continued to pulse inside me.
When he finally pulled out, a string of saliva and cum connected his glistening cock to my lips. Jensen looked down at me, a smirk of pure satisfaction on his face.
“Good boy,” he murmured, reaching down to pat my cheek. “Now clean the rest off with your tongue.”

Jensen Ackles: Bound and tied.

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