SLASH... companion piece to "At Fourteen" ... incident mentioned in passing in that story

Dean/OMC

Author's Notes:

WARNING...READ AT OWN RISK ... Dean is underage. Statuary rape, but not abuse. If you do not like the idea, please do not read. You have been warned!

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"You sure you know what you're doing, kid?"

"Yes!" indignant, "and I'm not a kid."

"Course you're not." The man smirked, looking him up and down, his eyes turning dark, settling on those lips. "Just how old are you?" certain the answer would be a lie.

"Sixteen," holding his head high, knowing that claiming to be eighteen would be foolish. "Old enough," unconsciously chewing on his lower lip, making it plump up, as the man stared at him.

The man gave a snort. "Sure you are kid," lifting his beer, knocking it back and wondering just how in the hell he had attracted the interest of the divine creature before him. The youth was staring at his throat, watching as he swallowed, his young pink tongue emerging slightly to lick at that chew swollen lip. Slamming the empty down, the man swung off the stool, fixing the boy in the eye then walked slowly through the bar to the exit.

Outside, he took his time moving to the beat up pickup and, toying with his keys, waited a moment before opening the door and felt the presence behind him. He looked over his shoulder and spoke while his brain could still override his prick, "Last chance kid. If you get up in the truck, I get up in you," and could not help but smile at the flush starting at the kid's neck, moving up to his hairline as he hitched in a breath as if stealing himself then the lad pushed past him to climb up into the cab. He could not resist running a hand over that tight ass in the worn denim as the kid clambered in and did not miss the knife tucked into the back of the waistband. Guess the boy was not as naive as he appeared.

Climbing up himself, he turned to face the lad who, in turn, was sat back against the passenger door, watching him. "You plannin' on chargin' me?" putting a heavy, possessive hand on the closest thigh, his thumb pressing in just that little bit too hard.

The boy's breath shook as his eyes widened momentarily before he fixed him with what could only be described as a 'fuck me' look and shook his head slowly. "I'm not a whore," a simple statement of fact.

"You do this often?" as he turned over the engine and, turning the wheel, pulled out onto the road leaving the dive behind. No answer. He glanced over at the youth, seeing an uncertainty on his face now that they were on the move. "First time?"

"No." But the man could tell it was another lie. Damn, had he managed to get his hands on virgin meat? His work pants immediately got too tight and shifting, causing his foot to press the accelerator down, he reached over gently grasping the boy's slender, but oddly callused, hand and placed it on the bulge of his hardening prick. He then ran his own hand up the side of that beautiful gold dusted face, pulling lightly but insistently. The lad scooted over to sit tight to his side as his arm engulfed him.

"What's your name, son?" his hand surrounding and grasping the hip, pulling him in tighter.

"You can call me that if you want."

"Well, I'm definitely old enough to be your 'daddy'," and laughed missing the hitch in breathing but not that hand pressing down harder onto his prick. He pulled off the road well onto the verge. He lived just too damned far away.

Twisting on the seat, his back up against the door, he made fast work of opening his pants and once more grabbed the side of the boy's face, pulling him forwards whilst grabbing that right hand and pushing it into his open flies firmly onto his prick.

His mouth sought, found and captured those pouting lips, claiming them, thrusting his tongue into the willing warm cavity, feeling the lad push onto him, his mouth opening. The boy may or may not be a virgin, he hoped so, but he had kissed before.

The hand working his prick was not skilled but it was sure doing the job. Tentative at first, the lad soon gained in confidence, curling his hand and forming a fist, using it to pull, twist and squeeze, his fingers often leaving off to pass over the head collecting up the leaking pre-cum, spreading it, using it to lubricate. It was a rare teenage boy who did not masturbate and presumably this is what the lad liked. The man's much larger hand tightened holding that firm buttock and he pulled, lifting the youth, encouraging him onto his knees.

The boy's free hand cupped the man's jaw, fingernails scratching at his stubble, moaning into the kiss as his buttock was squeezed hard and he pushed his own denim clad erection against the man's side.

The boy's mouth was so eager against his own and he wondered if it would be eager else where. Pulling back, breaking the kiss, his hand spread on the boy's flushed face, his thumb rubbing over the now kiss swollen lips. As he pushed the digit into that wet mouth the boy closed his lips around it and began to suck, his eyes fixing on the man's, the expression in them far beyond his suspected years.

The young mouth slid off the man's thumb and, shifting backwards on the bench seat, he used both hands to clear the man's pants, exposing the red blood gorged member at attention from his ministrations. The man watched as the boy once more seemed unsure then, taking a deep breath, leant forwards and down, the tip of his tongue tentively emerging to lick at the weeping slit. The tongue then retreated, taking in the moisture, and he appeared to be considering the taste before, once more, with that fast growing confidence, licking, this time swirling the tip of his tongue over the deep coloured head, making the man hitch up thrusting his hips, pushing his prick into the mouth that involuntarily pulled back in surprise.

The man's right hand circling onto that ass now pushed up into the air with his fingers digging into the divide and his left on the boy's face, fingers pushing into the silky darkly blond hair, he encouraged him back down. His head threw back as that so hot mouth surrounded him once more with lips tightening around his shaft. The tongue began pressing along the side of his straining prick and then the boy began to suck on him, his hands spread out on the man's thighs for balance.

It was sloppy, unskilled, inquisitive and so damn hot. He tried to hold back somewhat knowing the boy was younger than he claimed, knowing this appeared to be possibly his first blow job but he could not. He began to thrust up into that mouth, his hand gripping the hair tightened allowing little movement but the lad just went with it, trying to take in as much as he could, causing him to gag.

The boy's fingers joined in, feeling the man's balls, rolling them in the sack and suddenly they tightened. The man pulled on the longer hair on the crown of the bobbing head, gasping, knowing he was about to cum and did not want to choke the lad. He had not finished with him yet. "Ease off son." And he pulled his hair harder as he was ignored. He would love to cum deep in the lad's throat but the boy had not managed to take him in that far. As he looked down, he watched the lips tighten on him whilst being dragged off and he roared up with a groan, his cock pulsing, shooting cum into the boys now open mouth and across his cheeks. The sight made him shudder, emptying yet again, this time onto the bruised lips as the boy swallowed, looking stunned.

Taking his time, knowing at his age he needed that pause to recover, he pulled on that arse, his other hand leaving the hair and catching hold of a thigh, he manoeuvred the boy to sit straddled across his lap and put fingertips to the plumped lips, spreading the cum across them, watching with hooded eyes as that tongue came out to lick the stickiness away and to take it inside. His hand once more on the back of the boy's head, he pulled the flushed face down and began to lick his own juice off the soft skin, listening to the quiet moans escaping from the boy's parted lips as his eyes closed and the man's other hand pressed onto the bulge in the lad's jeans.

The youth began to push against him rhythmically, his hands on the man's shoulders, fingers digging in, keeping time with his thrusts. Rubbing him harder and sucking on his skin, licking the last of the cum from his face, he continued to nip at his jaw-line, to lick at the freckles across his nose, to suck in the skin, biting at the corner of his jawbone just under his ear.

Young teenage boys were not known for their 'longevity' and the man opened his mouth onto the stretched throat, feeling the convulsive gulping as, head thrown back, the boy came in his pants shuddering then collapsed onto the man, his head resting on a shoulder with, in turn, his lips open against the stubble covered neck. Hands wrapping around his back, holding onto his jacket, the youngster relaxed down and sort of snuggled onto him breathing deeply.

Feeling recovered enough himself to drive, the man shook the lad and grasping his narrow but firm waist, lifted him off and pushed him back to the seat where he went with compliance, looking up at him with lidded sated eyes. Pulling his pants closed, he leant forwards turning the key, saying, "Time to get you home, son."

"I don't want to go home," trying to be sultry but sounding sulky.

"Oh, no," the man laughed, "Not yours. Mine," and he stepped on the accelerator at the almost but not quite scared look passing over the boy's face, eyes shinning in the dim light coming from the dash board.

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TBC...