RockStarPeach

Okay, so now that LJ's back up and running (and will hopefully stay that way!) I'm going to repost my fills for blindfold_spn here on my journal. Because everyone loves porn, right? I won't be around much for the next couple of weeks (Yay! cottage, boo! unreliable internet) so the rest might have to wait until I get back. I'll have to see how fast I can clean them up - and boy, do some of them need it!

But for now, have some Robo!Sam :)

Title: Give It A Try
Warnings: Mentions of prostitution, underage and dubcon
Pairing: Robo!Sam/OMC
Summary: Based on the prompt Robo!Sam decides to experiment with guys. He's very methodical about it.
Word count: 2800


***

The first time Sam has sex with another man, he fucks the guy’s face in the dirty washroom of an equally dirty bar.

He’s in a zero stoplight joke of a town and he’s got no new leads on the case he’s working. He’s frustrated, he’s bored, he wants to get off and he doesn’t want to do it alone. The problem is that there are only two girls in the only bar in town. One is pushing sixty – which Sam doesn’t have a problem with, really, but he’d probably have to take her back to his hotel and fuck her in actual bed because her hip might give out if he takes her against the wall out back – and the other already shot him down.

Normally he’d be more… persuasive, but the girl’s boyfriend seemed pretty possessive and Sam’s not in the mood for a fight tonight, just a fuck.

He’s resigned himself to going home alone and unsatisfied, jerking off in the shower while he thinks about that hooker from last week and the things she could do with her mouth and he stands up and opens his wallet, throws a few bills down on the bar and turns toward the door.

That’s when he sees the guy, a little younger than Sam, a little thinner and objectively speaking, pretty attractive. He’s sitting at a table in the corner, nursing a beer and very definitely giving Sam an interested once over. Sam stops, considers, thinks ‘why the fuck not?’ and licks his lips, locks eyes with the guy and cocks his head in the direction of the men’s room.

Sam’s never been into guys, never even thought about it except in a passing ‘that’s not for me’ kind of way but he doesn’t really think like that anymore. He’s had sex with plenty of women he doesn’t give a shit about and from where he’s standing, one mouth is just as good as the next if he wants a blow job.

He gets to the bathroom first and a few seconds later the guy follows. The door barely shuts behind him and Sam has him backed up against the wall, presses their bodies together from knee to shoulder and he kisses him.

It’s different than kissing a girl. Not better or worse, just different. A little harder, the lips aren’t quite as smooth as he’s used to. He doesn’t have to angle his head down so much, because this guy is almost as tall as he is and that’s different, too. The tongue sliding between his lips and into his mouth is a little more forceful and the fingers sliding over his neck and tangling in his hair, pulling it and jerking Sam’s head to the side are thicker, longer than a woman’s.

His body responds, cock filling up, swelling and stretching the front of his pants and he rubs forward, feels an answering hardness between the other man’s legs. The guy breaks the kiss and gasps, throws his head back so it knocks against the wall and Sam puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezes and pushes him to his knees.

He unfastens his pants, the man in front of him reaches inside his boxers to pull him out and Sam feeds his dick into his mouth, doesn’t stop until the guy’s head is pressed back against the wall again and Sam’s as far inside as he can get.

The guy grunts a little, makes a muffled, gurgling sound that might or might not be protest but Sam doesn’t stop. The guy’s mouth is warm and wet and it feels fucking great around his cock. It’s only a few seconds later, half a dozen or so persistent thrusts of Sam’s dick sliding across his tongue and down his throat that he starts to participate. Lips close down around Sam’s shaft, a tongue works up and around, sucking and pulling Sam in and a hand reaches between his legs to cup his balls, roll them around.

The guy groans, low and deep and the vibrations rock though Sam’s body, sparks of lust shoot through his groin and he puts his hands against the wall in front of him, leans closer and starts to pump his hips harder and faster.

A minute longer, maybe two and Sam’s coming hard and long, straight down the guy’s throat, three short, deep thrusts with his pubic bone pressed right up against the guy’s nose. He pulls back slightly, takes a few deep breaths and then pulls the rest of the way out, fastens his pants back up and offers the guy a hand getting to his feet.

“Thanks,” Sam says, smiling a little coldly as the guy coughs, clears his throat and licks his lips, looking a little frazzled. Sam doesn’t spare him another glance, pulls the bathroom door open and steps out, leaves the guy there to either finish off on his own, or go home hard. It’s not Sam’s problem.

***

The next time is a few weeks later. He’s in a bigger town this time, plenty of bars open, plenty of beautiful women and there’s really no reason for him to walk up to the guy leaning against the jukebox except that he hasn’t been able to get the last time out of his head.

He’s been jerking off to it, thinking about it even when he’s with girls, the way a man’s lips felt pressed to his, rough fingers in his hair and a strong, hard jaw working him to orgasm. He’s been wondering what it would be like to be the one on his knees, the one doing the sucking. Been wondering what it would smell like, taste like, feel like. He likes doing it to women well enough and he’s curious.

“Want to go out back?” Sam asks, not even bothering with ‘hello’. He’s not one for small talk these days and beating around the bush just wastes time. If someone isn’t interested he’d rather know sooner, so he can find someone who is.

“Hell yeah,” the guy answers and pushes against the wall with his foot so he’s standing up straight. He’s shorter than the last guy, but that’s okay. He leads Sam out the side door and around the corner into an alcove that’s hidden from the lights of the street and the neighbouring buildings. He’s obviously done this before.

Sam puts a hand on the guy’s chest and pushes him back against the wall with a rough shove, slides it down his front to cup his cock through his pants. It’s not hard, but Sam massages it a little, kneads his palm along the length and feels it start to grow under his touch. Good enough.

He drops to the ground, one of his knees landing on a discarded candy bar wrapper, but he doesn’t care about that. He opens the guy’s pants, wraps his fingers around his cock and starts to pump. It’s warm and solid in his hand, starts to harder further and Sam leans in to experimentally lick over the head, tongues at the slit and pulls back to roll the musky taste of the pre-come over his tongue.

It’s not bad. Kind of earthy but not too intense and Sam feels his own cock twitch in interest as he moves forward again, this time taking the whole head into his mouth. He closes his lips around the shaft part of the way down and sucks a little, bobs his head back and forward again, slowly working himself down further.

The guy moans above him, puts a hand on Sam’s shoulder and moves it slowly up to the back of his head, urges Sam on with gentle pulls. Sam lets him, kind of wishes the guy would just grab him hard, fuck into his mouth like he fucked that guy a few weeks back.

Sam can’t fit the whole cock in his mouth though, not without choking which he has no interest in, so he’s mostly glad the guy is letting Sam set the pace. He lets some saliva pool on his tongue, spreads it around to make the slide in and out easier and he manages to get most of the way down before the tip hits the back of his throat and he gags a little. He backs off that pretty quickly, doesn’t bother trying to take too much and uses his hand jerk the bottom half of the shaft, concentrates instead on swirling his tongue around the head, sucking and pulling just part of the meaty flesh into his mouth.

It’s better then, good when the guy starts breathing loudly, panting and groaning and begging Sam “Please, yes, right there. A little harder, faster, perfect. Yes!” The smell is a little more pungent than the taste but he likes the weight of the cock in his mouth, likes the way it slides in and out and he likes the power this gives him over the other guy, the feeling of knowing his pleasure is at Sam’s whim.

After a few minutes he’s gotten the hang of things, he’s sped up and he’s sucking harder, surer strokes of his hand as he gains confidence. It’s not long before the guy cries out, fingers digging into the back of Sam’s skull as he fills Sam’s mouth with the bitter taste of come.

That part’s less fun. It’s slimy and gooey and that’s fine on his fingers and belly when he masturbates, but he has to say he’s not a big fan of it in his mouth. He pulls back and lets the cock slide past his lips, turns his head and spits out the jizz onto the ground. He stands and quickly opens up his own belt, lowers his zipper before leaning in, one hand on the wall next to the guy’s head to support himself.

His cock his hard, been that way practically since they started and he quickly strips himself, fingers a tight ring around the head and just under the crown, furious jerks of his wrist that get him off as quickly as possible. He comes over the guy’s spent cock, leaving a sticky mess behind and then fastens back up, wiping his hands on his pants.

“Awesome,” Sam tells him, because it was. Looks like this men thing could be a regular feature in his sex life. It’s not something he ever would have done before, but his current philosophy seems to be ‘if it feels good, do it and fuck everything else’. And guess what? Sucking cock feels good.

Sam turns then, starts to walk away and doesn’t even bother to look back when the guy calls out, asking if he can get Sam’s number.

***

It’s more frequent after that, easier and better now that Sam’s starting to discover what he likes, what he doesn’t.

For example, rimming? Not his thing. Not when he’s on the giving end, anyway, but one of his favourite things of all time is a finger or two up his ass, his own fingers threading through short cropped hair while a prickly jaw swallows him down.

He likes when the fingers turn and twist, rub up against his prostate and then slide away again before it’s enough, loves the way the stubble rubs against his thighs, loves the way the men choke and sputter, Sam’s come dribbling out of their mouths while he holds them down against him, doesn’t let them go until he’s soft again.

He makes somewhat of a habit out of that one.

***

He picks up a prostitute about a month later, some scrawny looking kid on a street corner and he doesn’t look more than seventeen. Sam takes him back to his room and fucks him on his hands and knees on the bed. It’s good, feels pretty much the same as doing it to a woman and the differences are subtle but sure.

The thighs his own are pressing against from behind are covered in soft hair, tickle Sam’s legs as he rocks back and forth. The neck his lips close down on as he wrenches the boy’s head to the side by his course, dark hair is corded and long, adam’s apple bobbing under Sam’s tongue as a young, but unmistakeably male voice cries out, asks Sam for more and harder.

When he slides a hand over narrow hips and a slender waist he’s met with a thick, hard cock to wrap his fingers around, instead of slick, swollen folds to slide through, play in.

When he whispers in the boy’s ear to come, he does, spilling out over Sam’s hand and Sam follows shortly after. He slams in hard, as hard as he can and the boy screams, a sharp, shrill sound, like Sam’s killing him instead of fucking him. Sam moves his come-covered hand up and clamps it down over the boy’s mouth, muffling the sound as he pumps out three, four more times and collapses on top of him.

Next time he does this, he’ll have to remember to use a gag. The last thing he needs is some nosy neighbour calling the cops.

***

He’s in the dimly lit parking lot of a small town cemetery, face down over the hood of his car with his pants around his ankles the first time he gets fucked. He’s just finished a salt and burn, saved the life of a man whose house had been haunted since he first moved in two months ago and the man is very grateful.

When he asks if there’s anything he can do for Sam in return, Sam tells him. Tells him exactly what he wants, how he wants it. Where and when and how hard and how fast and the man does everything Sam tells him, whispers in Sam’s ear as he fucks into him, rocks Sam against the cool fibre glass, shoves his cheek down against the hood.

“Please,” the guy begs when Sam tells him not to come yet, to hold on because Sam’s not quite ready. “Come on, please.”

“Deeper,” Sam tells him, pushes up further on his toes so the guy can sink in even more, slide of his rounded cockhead over Sam’s prostate pushing him that much closer. “Just a little…”

And it’s amazing. The relentless pounding, the hand pressing on his back, forcing him down. The fingers squeezing, digging into his hip so hard the nails cut through the first few layers of skin. The way Sam’s own hand works over his prick where it’s pressed between his body and the car.

He’s stretched and strung out on pleasure and the guy’s older than Sam, almost as big and together they’re rough, harsh, don’t have to be careful at all because they can take it. It’s all really fucking great and he can’t believe he’s never thought of doing this before recently.

“Fuck yeah,” Sam grunts out. “Fuck yeah, just like that.” And then he presses his hips back to meet the thrusts against him one last time, his hand a rapid blur as he comes, white and warm and sticky all over the side of his car. He takes a few shaky breaths, then one big one as he falls forward, force of his orgasm making him a little light-headed.

It’s one of the best ones he can remember having and he takes a few seconds to rest, recover while what’s-his-name finishes up. The added sensation after he’s come is a little much. He’ll remember that for next time, but for right now he’s feeling altruistic and lets the guy keep going.

As soon as he’s done though, one long groan as his hips stutter and he loses his rhythm, emptying into Sam’s ass, Sam stands up, pushes him back to give them both a little space.

“That was…” the guys starts, standing there, panting and a little slack-jawed with his dick still hanging out.

“Yeah,” Sam agrees, short and disinterested as he pulls up his pants and fastens them. “So, I’ll see ya.”

He gestures at the car door, letting the guy know to get out of the way so Sam can get in. He blinks dumbly for a few seconds and then nods, steps back further on shaky legs and stuffs his dick inside his pants, pulling his shirt down to cover himself.

“I… Yeah. Okay,” he tells Sam. Sam gives him a tight smile as he drives off.

His ass is a little tender, feels used and oddly empty right after, but it’s a good feeling. New and different and he definitely wants to try it again.

He wonders what else there is for him to try.

END