All Dean's - Part 2 (Patreon)

First 24 Hours

After breakfast, Dean eventually went back to his bedroom, still thinking about the last few hours, as a grin slowly spread across his face. He thought of Asher’s stunned expression in the kitchen the night before and how Kaden had tried to keep a straight face that morning while cooking. Dean puffed his chest a little without realizing it as pride settled in his posture.

He had always been aware of the effect he had on people. It wasn’t arrogance—not exactly. It was more like a raw confidence that came from years of experience.

“They handled it better than expected,” he said to the empty room with a cocky smile.

He had had some girlfriends over the years, but having these guys so willing to take his cock was a different level. His most recent relationship had ended when his girlfriend had moved across the country months ago, chasing a degree in political science and a whole different life. They had ended things on decent terms, but it left Dean with a lot of pent-up energy and no real outlet for it—until now.

He smirked slightly as he glanced toward the door. “They look damn good,” he said, slowly removing his shorts to take a shower.

He kicked off his shorts and headed into the bathroom attached to the room, turning the water on before entering the stall. Dean stood under the stream with his eyes closed for a moment, letting the water run over his broad shoulders and down his back. He grabbed the soap and worked it into a thick lather between his hands.

Then he started washing off properly.

He moved slowly and methodically, starting with his arms. His hands slid along the muscle of his biceps and forearms, pressing into the thick flesh while the soap foamed over his skin. He moved across his shoulders next, scrubbing firmly where the muscles were heaviest, rolling one shoulder and then the other under his grip.

When his hands passed over his chest, he slowed a little, spreading the lather across his pecs almost sensually. The muscle shifted as he ran his hands along the center of his chest and down over his abdomen, following the lines of his thick pecs, powerful shoulders, and the solid core that held everything together.

Dean glanced down for a second while the water continued to pour over him and chuckled to himself, giving a small, absent-minded adjustment as he washed lower. His hand moved over his massive soft cock, feeling the meat responding with a faint stir. Then he lathered up his bull balls—heavy and overfilled even after the two recent fucks. He took his time to wash the whole area, stroking and pausing to tease himself.

He couldn’t stop smiling all along, still remembering how Asher and Kaden had felt.

Eventually, he shut the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel to dry himself. He rubbed it across his shoulders and chest, then down his arms and legs before tossing it over the rack and heading back into the bedroom.

Without really thinking about it, he pulled on a jockstrap from the pile of clothes he’d unpacked earlier. The thick elastic slid up his legs and snapped comfortably into place around his hips. The pouch stretched obscenely once he settled into it, tightening over his massive cock and balls, leaving little to the imagination.

Dean looked down and chuckled softly, using one hand to shift and settle himself so everything sat comfortably. The material pulled snug around him as his man meat filled it almost to overflowing. He gave it a small adjusting tug at the waistband and straps until everything felt right. When he straightened again, the jockstrap protested faintly, but he knew it would survive.

Dean glanced at himself in the mirror across the room and flexed one arm, more out of habit than anything else. Then he ran a hand through his hair again and headed for the door, curious to see what the rest of the day in the apartment might bring.

He walked out barefoot and took his time walking toward the living room, loving the freedom that the lack of clothes provided. He enjoyed the simple act of moving through the space, still getting a feel for the apartment.

When he entered the living room, he immediately saw Joshua sitting on the couch with his back to him. Joshua looked a lot more relaxed than he had the day before. Instead of office clothes, he wore a loose tank top that exposed his lean arms and the defined lines of his shoulders, and soft shorts that sat comfortably on his hips.

Even dressed casually, he still looked put together. His dark hair was slicked back the same precise way it always seemed to be, and his glasses were perched neatly on his nose while he scrolled through something on his phone with intense concentration.

Dean approached quietly, and a small grin appeared on his face. “Morning,” he said.

Joshua turned his head slowly and froze before he could speak. His eyes moved from Dean’s face downward in a stunned sweep. “Fuck,” he said under his breath before catching himself. For a moment, he stared openly, forgetting whatever had been happening on his phone.

Dean stood there like it was nothing, exposed, as the jockstrap barely covered anything. His posture alone made him look larger, broader, wider—enormous in all ways.

Joshua blinked and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, like that might help him process what he was seeing. “You…” he started, then stopped. “Are you serious right now?”

Dean shrugged lightly and walked over to the couch. “What?”

Joshua opened his mouth again, but didn’t manage an answer as Dean sat down beside him. The couch dipped under Dean’s weight as he leaned back and spread his legs casually. He rested his arms along the backrest like he had every right to be there.

The movement made Joshua’s brain short-circuit for a second. 

He inhaled slowly and tried to regain some composure. “Man, you’re insane,” he said, looking back at his phone even though he clearly wasn’t reading anything. “Anyway. How you doing? Feeling at home already?”

“Oh, yeah,” Dean said, smiling. “I’m loving this place already. And I would love to get to meet you all a lot more.”

“Hmm…” Joshua said, struggling to listen without staring too much. “We’ve got time. It’s only the two of us in the apartment right now, so we can talk.”

“Cool!” Dean said enthusiastically, reaching for the waistband of his jockstrap and pulling it softly. The movement made his bulge bounce a little.

“Uhm… Yeah,” Joshua said, briefly startled by the sight. “So, you’re in school, right?”

Dean chuckled, loving the futile attempt at normal conversation. “Yeah. Business management and entrepreneurship. Sophomore year.”

Joshua nodded thoughtfully, forcing his eyes to stay on Dean’s face. “That’s actually cool. You planning on running companies or something?”

“Gyms,” Dean said. “My own chain someday. Big places, good equipment, and good atmosphere. I don’t want to work for someone else.”

Joshua looked down again before catching himself. “Honestly,” he whispered, “you could probably become a bodybuilder or a supermodel. Or start an account in one of those places where people make a fortune. I’m sure OnlyFans would love you.”

Dean laughed and leaned back against the cushions. “That would actually be kind of funny,” he said. “But I’m not sure it’s really my thing.” He shrugged, flexing one arm without even realizing it. “I mean, I like it when people appreciate my body. But I prefer it when it’s personal.”

Joshua caught the tone immediately. He swallowed and pushed his glasses up his nose again, pretending to focus on his phone even though the screen had already gone dark. “Right,” he said, trying to sound casual. “Personal.”

“Yeah, one-on-one attention.” Dean tilted his head slightly. “Just like this, right now.”

Joshua cleared his throat and shifted the conversation quickly. “Okay,” he said. “So, what about your love life? Anyone back home?”

Dean shrugged. “A few girlfriends over the years. Nothing too serious.” He paused for a second. “The last one was Sarah. She moved across the country for college. We figured long distance wasn’t going to work,” he added.

Joshua nodded slowly. “That makes sense.”

Dean grinned a bit more as if Joshua’s understanding meant a lot. “Honestly, most of those relationships didn’t get that far physically anyway.”

Joshua blinked. “Really? Why?”

Dean chuckled and gestured vaguely toward his crotch, where his jockstrap barely held on around the massive bulge. “They were a little intimidated.”

Joshua’s eyes widened before he could stop them. “Oh.”

Dean noticed the reaction and laughed softly, clearly entertained. “Yeah,” he said. “Let’s say not everyone is prepared for logistics involving big packages.”

Joshua took a deep breath, trying hard to remain analytical about the conversation even while his face grew warmer. “That is… understandable,” he whispered.

Dean shifted again on the couch, stretching his arms behind his head for a moment before letting them drop. The movement was completely casual, but Joshua still looked like his brain had short‑circuited.

“You okay?” Dean asked with a grin.

Joshua exhaled slowly. “You are a very distracting person,” he admitted.

Dean laughed again, friendly rather than smug. “I get that a lot.”

The conversation tried to wander after that, but Joshua’s focus kept slipping. Dean stretched again while he talked, flexing casually as he leaned back into the couch. The movement tightened the muscles across his arm and chest without him even trying, and Joshua’s eyes focused there before he forced himself to look away.

Dean noticed, of course. He shifted slightly on the couch, making a small adjustment at the waistband of his jockstrap that was a little too slow to be accidental, making his bulge bounce again. Joshua swallowed hard and cleared his throat, trying to keep his usual composed expression while his brain struggled to stay analytical.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” Joshua said, flustered.

“Doing what?” Dean asked casually, pretending not to know what Joshua meant.

“You know,” he said, trying to sound calm. “Anyway. I have a question.”

Dean looked over at him with a grin. “Shoot.”

Joshua hesitated a second before asking, “Have you ever been with a man? I mean—you seem very comfortable showing off in front of one.”

Dean chuckled softly. “A couple times,” he admitted. Then he looked at Joshua for a moment longer than before with a curious expression. “Why?”

Joshua opened his mouth, closed it again, and then looked away toward the floor. His ears were noticeably red now.

Dean tilted his head slightly. “You thinking about it?”

Joshua’s eyes snapped back to him, shocked. “I didn’t say that.”

Dean laughed under his breath. “You didn’t have to.” He leaned a little closer, lowering his voice. “And I was thinking about it since nobody’s home right now,” he added, leaning closer to Joshua. “If you want a ride, I’m more than happy to comply.”

Joshua went pale for a second, processing the offer. He swallowed, clearly stunned—but after a moment, his head gave an almost involuntary nod.

Dean watched him carefully for a second, then slowly reached down and hooked his thumbs on the waistband of the jockstrap to pull it down. The motion was slow and sensual, revealing inch by inch his monster cock.

Joshua stared, completely frozen, as every bit of his organized composure fell apart in silence. His brain seemed to stall somewhere between shock and pure overload. For a long moment, he didn’t move at all, just blinking behind his glasses as if trying to re‑run the situation like a complicated equation. Then, almost mechanically, he stood up from the couch. His hands moved to the waistband of his shorts to pull them off.

“I don’t actually think this will work,” he said with a shaky voice. “From a logistical point of view, this is—this is probably impossible.” Even while saying that, he pushed the shorts down his legs and stepped out of them, leaving only the tank top. He looked down for a second, clearly flustered, then glanced back up at Dean. “You’re significantly larger than average,” he added, as if he were presenting data in a meeting.

Dean couldn’t help laughing softly at that. “Relax,” he said easily. “As long as you’re willing, we’ll figure things out.” He gave his cock a hard stroke, and the shaft started rising and growing until it reached its full size—15 immense inches.

Joshua swallowed hard again. The rational part of his mind still looked horrified by the math of the situation, but something else had clearly taken over. After a hesitant second, he gave a small nod, bending over the couch to give Dean full access to his ass.

Dean grinned and immediately took position behind Joshua, firmly gripping the man’s hips and kneading his cheeks. “Man, you’ve got such a great butt.”

Joshua moaned softly as Dean softly pushed his cock forward, testing the resistance. “Careful,” he breathed out. “Please.

Dean smirked and pushed his hips forward, slowly but firmly, loving how Joshua had to spread his thighs further as his hole gaped slowly around the monster intruder. The process took a few minutes, and Joshua’s moans grew louder by the second, turning raw and almost irrational as Dean’s cock stretched him beyond his wildest dreams. Inch by inch, the shaft disappeared into Joshua’s body, and by the time it was all inside, he was barely conscious.

“Ready?” Dean asked, leaning over Joshua’s body, going as deep as his cock would go.

Joshua couldn’t articulate words and only responded with a long moan.

Dean’s hips started moving immediately, slow and carefully at first, giving Joshua’s body time to adjust and stretch. The fucking was passionate, but with every thrust forward, Dean’s pace gained speed and force. His cock was throbbing violently inside Joshua’s tight hole, so the faster he moved, the more intense the sensations became.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned, speeding up and wrapping one of his arms around Joshua’s tight abdomen for balance. “You’re tight.”

Joshua’s eyes rolled in his head, and his mouth was open as moans came out uncontrollably. His mind was blank, and his overloaded body was working on its own. His hard cock leaked without being touched, shooting globs of precum over the couch every time Dean’s monster shaft hit his prostate. The stimulation was so intense that Joshua couldn’t control his body, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t measure or care about consequences.

“Man, I won’t last for much longer,” Dean said after what felt like an eternity, still thrusting hard and fast. “Mind if I unload inside?”

Joshua only moaned, and his ass flexed involuntarily as if trying to pull Dean deeper or as if trying to milk his cock and get that load.

Dean took the physical response as a yes and pushed forward—all the way in. His back arched, his toes curled, and his cock exploded deep into Joshua. The stream was so thick that the pressure sent Joshua over the edge, and his cock shot all over the cushions while Dean’s load filled him to the brim. The cum load was so abundant that Joshua felt his lower abdomen stretching slightly and pushing forward almost an inch like an inflated balloon.

Some time later, Dean finally pulled out—with a loud pop as his cock left Joshua’s hole.

Joshua was still leaning against the couch, flushed and sweaty, as he tried to catch his breath. His usually perfect composure looked completely undone—even his glasses had fallen off his face, and there was a lazy grin on his face that he clearly couldn’t stop. He let out a soft groan and shifted his weight carefully, caressing his abdomen as if convincing himself that what had just happened was real.

Dean looked down at him with a smile. “You okay?” he asked.

Joshua let out a laugh that sounded half disbelieving. “I’m actually great,” he admitted, still breathing a little heavier than normal. “Just give me a minute.” He rubbed a hand over his face, clearly trying to gather the organized version of himself again.

Dean chuckled and put his jockstrap back into place. “That’s normal,” he said kindly. “First time surprises people. I cum quite a lot.”

Joshua laughed again, softer this time, and slowly pushed himself upright on the couch. The movement made him groan as he tried to steady himself. Eventually, he reached down and pulled his shorts back up, still shaking.

“My legs are numb,” he said. “How is that possible?”

“You’ll recover,” Dean grinned. “You should probably get some air before anyone else gets back. Wanna join me on the balcony?”

Joshua adjusted his glasses again and leaned back carefully on the couch. “Go ahead. I’m staying right here until my brain and my legs cooperate again.”

Dean nodded and laughed before heading toward the balcony, sensually swaying his hips to put on a little show for a stunned Joshua, who smiled and sank deeper into the couch with a tired but satisfied expression.

Out on the balcony, Dean felt the sunlight hit his still pulsing body—loving the sensation, and let the door slide shut behind him. Rolling his shoulders and taking a deep breath, he dropped comfortably into one of the wide outdoor chairs.

He let out a long exhale and closed his eyes for a moment as a cocky smile spread on his lips. He replayed the last hour in his head and felt his cock softly stirring inside the tight jockstrap again. The apartment had only been his home for a short time, but things had already turned far more interesting than he had expected.

For a while, he sat there enjoying the quiet, with his arms resting along the sides of the chair and one ankle loosely hooked over the other. His body looked magnificent under the sun, and his bulge seemed fuller than ever because his cock refused to go fully soft.

A faint sound eventually pulled him out of his thoughts—footsteps approaching from inside the apartment. Dean opened his eyes as the balcony door slid open again.

Isaac stood in the doorway, freezing immediately.

For a second, he didn’t move at all. Isaac wore loose athletic shorts and an oversized t‑shirt that hung comfortably from his shoulders. His light blonde hair fell in soft waves around his face, still a little damp like he had recently been swimming. Warm amber eyes blinked repeatedly, struggling to believe the sight before them.

Dean lifted one hand in a lazy greeting from the chair. “Hey. How you doing?”

Isaac blinked again as if his brain had to reboot before responding. “Oh. Uh—hey.” His voice sounded calm, but a little thinner than usual. He stepped out onto the balcony slowly, looking toward the rows of plants as if remembering why he had come outside in the first place. “Just checking on the garden,” he said casually, crouching beside one of the pots.

His hands moved automatically, brushing soil aside and adjusting a leaf here and there, though his attention clearly drifted back toward Dean more than once. He tried to focus on the plant in front of him, but every few seconds his eyes came back up without meaning to.

After a moment, he cleared his throat lightly and glanced over. “So, do you know what happened to Joshua?” he asked in an almost casual tone. “He’s on the couch inside, but like… really out. I made some noise when I walked in, and he didn’t even move.” Isaac straightened slightly, looking puzzled. “That’s weird for him. He never naps.”

Dean lifted one shoulder in an easy shrug, keeping his expression relaxed. “Maybe he was just tired,” he said. “When I saw him earlier, he looked like he’d been working for a while.” There was a playful edge in his tone that Isaac clearly noticed.

Isaac watched him for another second, then slowly nodded, making a small, thoughtful sound under his breath like he wasn’t completely convinced but would let it go for now. “Uhm. Yeah. You’re probably right.”

Dean smirked and nodded. “Nice setup, by the way,” he said after a moment, gesturing around the balcony. “Didn’t realize how many plants you had out here.”

Isaac smiled, relaxing a little as he slipped into a subject he clearly loved. “It started with one,” he explained, carefully lifting a small watering can. “A couple of years ago, I had a rough breakup in college. I needed something quiet to take care of.” He watered a small cluster of herbs before looking around the balcony garden. “Then more followed. It grew from there.”

Dean listened carefully. “So each plant represents someone who broke your heart?”

Isaac laughed, shaking his head. “No, no. Just the first one,” he said, straightening up with the watering can still in his hand. “That one over there.” He pointed toward a slightly taller plant near the corner of the balcony. “That was the original. The rest just kind of happened. I liked taking care of something. Watching it grow.”

Dean looked around again, taking in the small jungle Isaac had built out there. “So the garden expanded with the healing process,” he said.

“Something like that,” Isaac replied with a smile. He moved to another pot, gently brushing dust from a leaf. “Honestly, I haven’t really been with anyone since her. Not seriously, anyway.” He paused for a moment. “Just a few hookups here and there. Nothing meaningful,” he added, a little more awkwardly.

Dean noticed the faint blush in Isaac’s cheeks and tilted his head slightly. “Any of those hookups ever with guys?” he asked, openly displaying the intentions behind the question.

Isaac froze for a second with the watering can halfway to another plant. The blush deepened. “Uh… a couple back in college,” he admitted after a moment. “Just curiosity, really. I wouldn’t say I’m into guys.”

Dean raised one eyebrow slowly, clearly unconvinced. “You sure about that?” he asked with a grin. “Because you’ve been looking at me like you’re reconsidering that theory.”

Isaac went pale for half a second before looking away quickly. “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just—” He gestured vaguely toward Dean’s nearly naked form in the chair. “You’re kind of a lot to look at.”

Dean chuckled, clearly pleased. “Relax,” he said. “I’m not uncomfortable.” He leaned back again in the chair, stretching. “Honestly, I like that you’re looking.”

Isaac turned back toward him slowly, clearly surprised by that answer.

Dean shrugged. “I wouldn’t say I’m super into guys either,” he admitted, “but I can appreciate a good body when I see one. And you’ve got a pretty good one.”

Isaac stared at him for a moment longer. “You’re serious?” he asked quietly.

Dean’s grin widened. “Very serious.”

Isaac hesitated, clearly debating something internally. “I mean…” he said slowly, “I have been curious since you showed up yesterday.” He laughed nervously. “That bulge between your legs has been pretty hard to ignore. All of you have been hard to ignore.”

Dean laughed. “Fair enough.” He leaned forward slightly in the chair, dropping his voice into a testing tone. “Maybe curiosity should lead the way then.”

Isaac stood there for another second before finally stepping closer. He moved slowly at first, still hesitant, but his curiosity was clearly stronger than his nerves. When he got close enough, Dean casually reached down and removed the jockstrap. His cock immediately hardened and grew to 15 inches long.

Isaac’s eyes widened slightly at the sight, but instead of stepping back, he moved forward, quickly removing his shorts and settling himself carefully onto Dean’s lap. He felt the thick cock brushing against his back, sending a shiver up his spine.

“Just be careful,” Isaac whispered, still trying to sound calm despite the obvious nerves in his voice. “I had never seen someone as big as you.”

Dean only smiled and reached for Isaac’s hips to squeeze them. “Don’t worry,” he said softly. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

Isaac took a deep breath and leaned forward over Dean’s torso as the big guy got his cock in position. When the tip of the massive cock pressed against his hole, Isaac hesitated for a second before letting his weight drop on Dean’s lap, slowly stretching and groaning as the shaft slid inside. The process was slow again, but both loved every single second of it.

“Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Isaac cried out as his body struggled to take the monster cock. But he wasn’t willing to give up until it was whole inside.

“So tight,” Dean whispered, firmly holding Isaac’s hips as they moved lower. “But so willing.” He pushed his hips upward, making Isaac cry out as the rest of the cock slid inside.

They stayed still for a moment, giving Isaac time to adjust. His lower abdomen looked slightly distended, as Dean’s cock pushed the walls forward with its massiveness. The big guy couldn’t resist rubbing that bulge in Isaac’s abdomen, loving how it felt.

Isaac could barely move as his hips and legs were already numb, but his body moved out of pure instinct—slowly up and down on the thick shaft. His eyes rolled in his head as his body bounced on Dean’s lap, fucking himself with growing desperation. What started as a slow up and down motion quickly grew into an intense ride that left Isaac moaning and groaning over and over.

Dean loved the sensation, holding Isaac tight by the hips. But then his right hand moved to grip Isaac’s hard cock and stroke it firmly. Isaac cried out, and his bouncing grew even more desperate. His body was moving on its own. He needed Dean’s touch as much as he needed the massive cock buried deep into his hole. It was so intense that he couldn’t hold back for long, and his cock shot all over Dean’s torso. And still, they kept going.

The moment stretched for longer than both could keep track of.

By the time Dean was reaching climax, Isaac’s face was blank. His mind was empty, and his mouth couldn’t articulate words anymore. Only raw moans escaped his lips, turning Dean on even more. Each sound, each bounce, and each leak from Isaac’s cock, made Dean want to fill the guy up even more.

“I’m close, dude,” Dean whispered, firmly gripping Isaac’s ass.

Isaac didn’t respond with words. Instead, he let all his weight fall on Dean’s lap so the massive cock was all the way into him. Right after, Dean thrust upward and released a thick cum load that made Isaac cry out from the internal pressure. The stream was thick and warm, filling Isaac up just as it had filled Asher, Kaden, and Joshua. The inflation was quick but so intense that Isaac almost passed out right there.

Some time later, Dean had to help Isaac unplug himself from the massive cock. Both were breathing hard, and Isaac’s usually calm composure was scattered. His hair fell to his forehead with sweat, and his chest rose and fell as he tried to steady himself. A deep flush colored his cheeks, and even through the loose shirt, it was clear his stomach pushed forward a little more than before. The result left him looking both stunned and oddly satisfied.

“Okay,” Isaac said, still catching his breath, “next time we try something like that, maybe we do it on a bed.”

Dean laughed, relaxing in the chair, clearly pleased with himself.

Isaac tried to stand, but his legs wobbled slightly, forcing him to grab the back of a nearby chair before carefully lowering himself into it instead. He leaned back there, still breathing slowly and staring up at the sky for a moment while his body recovered.

Dean reached down and pulled his jockstrap back into place with an easy motion, adjusting it as if nothing unusual had happened. He gave Isaac a confident grin as the other man continued gathering himself.

“You okay over there?” Dean asked kindly.

Isaac shook his head with a tired laugh. “Give me a minute,” he said.

Dean only chuckled, stretching his shoulders comfortably in the sunlight. More than anything, he felt proud of himself—but also genuinely excited about what living here was going to be like. If the first day in the apartment had already been this entertaining, the next few months with these roommates were probably going to be very interesting.

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