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.