Chapter One
Sam was sitting in his motel room alone doing some research, trying to figure out how he can break the deal that his brother, Dean, made to save his life. In a couple of months, it will be time to pay up.
Sam was pissed at his brother, because instead of helping him research, Dean went out to a bar to get drunk and forget his worries.
Sam was drinking his second bottle of beer, when out of nowhere, which happens to all guys, he just started getting horny. Deciding that he's earned some relaxation time, Sam closed his research books, unbuttoned his pants and continued drinking his beer.
Sam was a bit envious of his brother, because Dean would go and bang any chick that he laid his eyes on.
Sam isn't entirely like that. Sam has self control, which most of the time he hates.
Sam's not a prude or anything close to that, and he's definitely had his share of women, and he knows from accidently walking in on his brother doing the nasty, that he is way better and more hardcore at sex than his brother.
Sam may seem sincere and gentle, but when it comes to sex, he is hardcore and lets his primal animalistic instincts take control.
But the problem with Sam is that he knows he has to control his urges.
There are more important things to take care of than his sexual needs, such as saving his brother and saving the world; you know the typical Winchester problems.
This becomes difficult for Sam sometimes, because Sam knows that he is sexy. Don't get him wrong, Sam's not a bragger or cocky in that way, he leaves that to his brother, Dean. But at the same time, Sam is not self-conscious and shy, he knows that wherever he goes; whether it's a club, a bar, a restaurant, a hospital, fuck even a funeral, he knows that he is the sexiest guy there.
Sometimes he hates it, because every now and then, actually every minute is more like it, a confidence rises to the surface that comes with being as sexy as Sam Winchester, and the main concern is that Sam can get laid whenever, wherever, however, and with whomever he wanted.
It was easy for him; he knew he was hot and sexy, and so did every chick.
He knew he had a body that every guy wished they could have. He knew that he had a big cock that every chick wished their boyfriends and husbands had. He knew that he literally makes the bedrock when he has sex.
With all of this, it makes it even harder for Sam to control his urges. He knows if he loses control, he would have sex an average of 2 to 3 times a day, every day, and each time with a different chick.
Being horny, and knowing that chicks want him all of the time, is the price Sam Winchester has to pay for being what most women call him, a "Greek God".
He's 6 foot 4 in height, he has a chiseled chest that all of the girls he's been with have marveled at and compared to statues of Greek gods, his muscles are shown to perfection through his clothes especially when he flexes, and to be honest, Sam does that quite a bit on purpose, just to make the chicks squirm at him, his face makes girls drool from awe, especially when he gives them the famous sexy Sam Winchester smile, and his six pack abs make every chick lunge at him like he was a chew toy for them to play with.
With all of this, you can see how difficult it is for Sam to control his urges, his life is just filled with too much temptation; he's not a saint after all.
So it's understandable and completely worth it when Sam let's his defenses fall and his urges break through. Those are always, after all, the best stories.
Chapter Two
Sam's had his wild moments in the past, and they're usually after he's had too much to drink, or after his brother, Dean, kept ragging on him for not being with chicks as often as him, and usually it's because of both.
Sam, remembering something, took his cell phone out of his pocket, and plugged it in to his laptop.
While he was doing this, Sam remembered about this one time when he and Dean were at a bar enjoying several shots of tequila after hustling some guys out of their money at the pool table.
The brothers were relaxing, drinking, and checking out the chicks at the bar; one of the few normal things that the brothers actually do.
Sam eyed the hottest chick in the room. Subconsciously, Sam wants only what is equal to him, and since subconsciously, he knows he is the hottest and sexiest guy there, then what makes sense is that he should have the hottest and sexiest chick.
And there she was. She was blonde, tall, gorgeous, and best of all had DD sized cup titties, she could have been, if she wasn't, a super model, and Sam loves models, but that's another story for another time (hint, hint).
Sam couldn't look away. He'd always been a breasts man, especially when they were as juicy and melon-sized as this hot chick's were.
Dean noticed Sam staring and looked at what his brother was eyeing.
"Good eye Sammy, she is hot, but you need to look at the other person on the table." Dean tells his brother.
"What?" Sam says breaking himself from the stare.
