Dean accidentally sends the wrong person a dirty picture.
Castiel reached up and pulled his reading glasses off, yawning and rubbing his eyes tiredly. He leaned back in his seat with a soft groan, tossing his glasses onto the mess of papers littering his desk. He had finally finished grading the short essay’s his students had handed in and he was exhausted.
His phone dinged with a text message, and he sighed, wondering if his brother, Gabriel, was baking - he checked his watch, half-past nine - at night again. His brother had a weird obsession with making sweets and decorating them obscenely, drawing things from penis’ to anatomical hearts to stick figures with fat asses.
Castiel put his glasses back on and grabbed his phone from the desk, unlocking it and pulling up his text messaging app. It was from an unknown person. He clicked the message and his screen changed to the conversation thread.
Castiel nearly dropped his phone.
It was a partial picture of a male. He was average sized, with sharp hipbones; his thighs were thick and firm and creamy white, and as smooth as butter. Castiel’s eyes were drawn to the see-through pink lace panties just barely holding the boy’s hard cock and balls.
‘so hard it hurts’ was written directly under the photo.
Castiel felt his cock twitch and rapidly harden in his slacks. He winced and shifted, adjusting his pants. Damn, it had been forever since he’d gotten so hard so fast. He debated on pretending to be the person this boy obviously thought he was, or informing him he had the wrong person. He huffed quietly.
‘You seem to have the wrong person.’ He wrote, hesitating for a second before clicking enter.
romaincrisis
snowghoul
titsay
pixelskylines
andulkaphoto
turnnoffyourmind
tangentwithtanner
germansingergirl
