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.