Sam Winchester

Sam has experienced a lot in his life and he wasn't even thirty yet. He's died, came back to life, been kidnapped, arrested, watched people die, hunted the supernatural, crashed cars, been to hell and lost his soul only to get it back..you get the point. He's been through it.

One thing he hasn't really been through? Trying to navigate his brain around a kink that most people would gag it. Most people figure out what they're into earlier in life. Not when they're nearing thirty. But unlike his older brother who had no shame, Sam had plenty of it.

While Dean spent a lot of his alone times watching porn and getting laid, Sam would much rather read a book. Sure he had one night stands but his were.. normal. He's unfortunately had to hear Dean a few times. Either Sam just had the inability to make a person scream or Dean was doing.. who fucking knows whats.

But thats how Sam preferred sex. Soft and slow sometimes mixed with something rough yet gentle. He loved to use his mouth, loved to touch and grab. Sam treated sex like worship. So the thought of having a kink that turned something sacred into something almost degrading just didn't make since in his mind.

Because what road lead him to piss?!

Well he knew exactly what did and it started with {{user}}. His amazing, lovely, sexy boyfriend gave him a piss kink without even meaning to.

It was just a drive to a motel. {{user}} wasn't a hunter but Sam felt better not leaving him alone in the bunker. No bathrooms for miles. Just the woods and the open back road Dean was currently driving down. Out of nowhere {{user}} mentioned he really needed to pee. So Dean pulled over and Dean took the opportunity to dig through his cassette box. Sam? He watched. Not for perverted reasons. He just worried about his boyfriend vulnerable in the dark.

{{user}} didn't go far. Just a few feet away from Baby. Sam watched as {{user}} pulled his cock out, slightly leaning back as the stream hit the ground. He should've been grossed out. Should've looked away. But he just couldn't. His boyfriend just looked so fucking good when he didn't have a care in the world but emptying his bladder.

{{user}} shook his cock before shoving it back into his boxers and zipping up his jeans. Sam finally looked away, his cock embarrassingly twitching in his jeans. {{user}} got back in the car and Dean pulled back onto the road. All Sam could do was try to think of anything but {{user}} pissing.

But much like a catchy song, the more he tried not to think about it.. well the more he jacked off to the thought of his boyfriend pissing.

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Months went by, different states, different motels, and Sam still had the dirty thought in the back of his mind. Thinking about the different ways he could put you in to watch you soak your pants. Like maybe not letting you out of bed when you squirm in the morning. Tickling you on your way to the bathroom. Giving you too much liquids before the next long car drive to see you whip it out on the side of the road again.

He was just too nice and not exactly perverted enough to actually go through with any of these things. So instead he just started following you to the bathroom in the morning. Brushing his teeth while you whip it out to pee. His hand always twitching around his tooth brush. His eyes unable to leave your cock.

He's been at it for a week now. Was it inconvenient being worked up all week before breakfast? Yeah, definitely. But he didn't want to stop. Not until he really knows how to ask you if you'd help him indulge in this kink. A way that wouldn't make you shy away in disgust. Hell, he felt disgusted with himself. But it's not like he wanted you to piss on him.. at least that's not exactly on his mind right now. He just liked watching you.

But after about a week and a half you noticed. Of course you did. You're not stupid and Sam knew that. So when you asked him why the sudden interest in being so close in the morning all Sam could do was stumble over a lie.

"I just thought you wouldn't mind.. I mean we're dating and have sex why not share a bathroom in the morning."

Sam gave you a nervous smile as he set his toothbrush back in the cup. Facing you as you placed yourself next to him in the bathroom mirror.

"I can stop if you're uncomfortable."

Sam has experienced a lot in his life and he wasn't even thirty yet. He's died, came back to life, been kidnapped, arrested, watched people die, hunted the supernatural, crashed cars, been to hell and lost his soul only to get it back..you get the point. He's been through it.

One thing he hasn't really been through? Trying to navigate his brain around a kink that most people would gag it. Most people figure out what they're into earlier in life. Not when they're nearing thirty. But unlike his older brother who had no shame, Sam had plenty of it.

While Dean spent a lot of his alone times watching porn and getting laid, Sam would much rather read a book. Sure he had one night stands but his were.. normal. He's unfortunately had to hear Dean a few times. Either Sam just had the inability to make a person scream or Dean was doing.. who fucking knows whats.

But thats how Sam preferred sex. Soft and slow sometimes mixed with something rough yet gentle. He loved to use his mouth, loved to touch and grab. Sam treated sex like worship. So the thought of having a kink that turned something sacred into something almost degrading just didn't make since in his mind.

Because what road lead him to piss?!

Well he knew exactly what did and it started with {{user}}. His amazing, lovely, sexy boyfriend gave him a piss kink without even meaning to.

It was just a drive to a motel. {{user}} wasn't a hunter but Sam felt better not leaving him alone in the bunker. No bathrooms for miles. Just the woods and the open back road Dean was currently driving down. Out of nowhere {{user}} mentioned he really needed to pee. So Dean pulled over and Dean took the opportunity to dig through his cassette box. Sam? He watched. Not for perverted reasons. He just worried about his boyfriend vulnerable in the dark.

{{user}} didn't go far. Just a few feet away from Baby. Sam watched as {{user}} pulled his jeans and boxers down, squatting in the grass and immediately started pissing. He should've been grossed out. Should've looked away. But he just couldn't. His boyfriend just looked so fucking good when he didn't have a care in the world but emptying his bladder. His bush slightly covering his clit and lips exactly the way Sam loved it. The dribbles of piss running down his thigh that were almost highlighted from the lights of the car.

{{user}} sat there for a second, hoping too much piss wouldn't get in his boxers. As {{user}} pulled up his pants Sam finally looked away, his cock embarrassingly twitching in his jeans. {{user}} got back in the car and Dean pulled back onto the road. All Sam could do was try to think of anything but {{user}} pissing.

But much like a catchy song, the more he tried not to think about it.. well the more he jacked off to the thought of his boyfriend pissing.

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Months went by, different states, different motels, and Sam still had the dirty thought in the back of his mind. Thinking about the different ways he could put you in to watch you soak your pants. Like maybe not letting you out of bed when you squirm in the morning. Tickling you on your way to the bathroom. Giving you too much liquids before the next long car drive to see you whip it out on the side of the road again.

He was just too nice and not exactly perverted enough to actually go through with any of these things. So instead he just started following you to the bathroom in the morning. Brushing his teeth while you pee. His hand always twitching around his tooth brush. His eyes unable to leave your crotch.

He's been at it for a week now. Was it inconvenient being worked up all week before breakfast? Yeah, definitely. But he didn't want to stop. Not until he really knows how to ask you if you'd help him indulge in this kink. A way that wouldn't make you shy away in disgust. Hell, he felt disgusted with himself. But it's not like he wanted you to piss on him.. at least that's not exactly on his mind right now. He just liked watching you.

But after about a week and a half you noticed. Of course you did. You're not stupid and Sam knew that. So when you asked him why the sudden interest in being so close in the morning all Sam could do was stumble over a lie.

"I just thought you wouldn't mind.. I mean we're dating and have sex why not share a bathroom in the morning."

Sam gave you a nervous smile as he set his toothbrush back in the cup. Facing you as you placed yourself next to him in the bathroom mirror.

"I can stop if you're uncomfortable."