Jensen Ackles is in need of a willing hole...

 
I stood there, breathless, my eyes locked on the masterpiece in front of me. Jensen stood there, his muscular frame radiating heat. But my gaze was anchored lower, fixed on the heavy, thick cock that hung proud and pulsing between his thighs. It was massive, a vein-riven pillar of heat, and right at the tip, the silver glint of a Prince Albert piercing caught the light. The sight of that metal piercing the sensitive head of his dick made my mouth water instantly.
“You've been staring for a while,” Jensen chuckled, his voice low. “You want it, don't you? You want to taste me.”
I couldn't even speak, I just nodded frantically, dropping to my knees before him. Up close, the scent of him, musk, expensive cologne, and raw masculinity, hit me like a wave. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I wrapped them around the base of his shaft. He was thick, filling my palm completely, the skin hot and smooth.
“Go on then. Get to work,” he commanded, his hand coming down to grip the back of my neck, forcing my face closer to his cock.

I leaned in and flicked my tongue across the head, tasting the salty tang of pre-cum. When my tongue brushed against the cool, hard metal of the Prince Albert, a shiver of electricity shot through my spine. I opened my mouth wide and slid my lips over him, taking as much of the girth as I could manage. The sensation was incredible. As I sucked, the cold piercing scraped rhythmically against the roof of my mouth and the sides of my tongue, adding a sharp, metallic contrast to the soft, fleshy warmth of his cock. I moaned around him, my cheeks bulging, desperate to swallow every inch.
“That's it, you little slut,” Jensen groaned, his hips beginning to thrust slowly into my mouth. “You love how I taste, don't you?”

I looked up at him, my eyes glazed with lust, as he picked up the pace. The Prince Albert felt like a delicious intrusion, a hard point of pressure that made my throat tighten. I worked him tirelessly, swirling my tongue around the piercing, savoring the way he tasted and the way he sounded. Then he pulled his dick out with a wet pop. “Get on your stomach. Now.” He ordered.
I scrambled to obey, pressing my chest against the sheets, my ass hiked high in the air. I felt him move behind me, the heat of his body pressing against my back. He didn't use much lube; he didn't need to, I had already opened myself.
“I'm going to stretch you wide open.”
He lined himself up and pushed. The initial entry was a shock, the sheer thickness of him forcing my walls to expand. I let out a strangled cry as he slid deep, the Prince Albert piercing scraping against the sensitive ring of my entrance before sliding inside. The feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. As he pushed further, the metal stud acted like a plow, stimulating every nerve ending on the way in. I felt my insides stretching, the pressure building as he filled me completely, leaving no room for anything but him. I felt utterly conquered, stretched to my absolute limit by his massive girth.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Jensen growled, beginning to drive into me with powerful, rhythmic thrusts. “You're taking every inch of this big cock so nice.”
Every time he slammed home, the Prince Albert hit my prostate with pinpoint precision. It was an explosion of pleasure that blurred my vision. The metal sparked a fire inside me, a sharp, intense friction that made my toes curl and my breath come in ragged gasps. I was sobbing, my voice breaking as I begged for more.
“Yes! Right there! Please, Jensen!”
“I've got you,” he groaned, his pace becoming frantic. He gripped my hips as he hammered into me. The feeling of him opening me up, the relentless stretching and the rhythmic strike of the piercing against my prostate, pushed me over the edge.

As Jensen let out a roar, his body tensing for the finale, he gave one final, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The Prince Albert slammed directly into my prostate one last time just as he erupted. I felt the hot, thick jets of his cum flooding my insides, the pressure of his orgasm pulsing against my walls.
The intensity was too much. Without even being touched, the sheer force of his climax and the stimulation of the piercing sent me skyrocketing. I screamed into the pillow, my own cock twitching violently as I came in a massive, uncontrolled burst, my body shaking with the force of a peak I'd never reached before.
I collapsed into the mattress, completely spent, feeling the heavy weight of him still inside me, the cool metal of the piercing still resting deep against my prostate. I was full, stretched, and utterly ruined in the best way possible.

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...