"You ready bud?" Dean asked, getting up from the table and stretching.
"Yea, I guess." he said standing as well.
"Use the bathroom from our bedroom Dean." came his mom's voice from the kitchen.
"Oh, I was going to use the half bath connected to the garage." Dean said with a raised voice with a smirk.
"But there's no bathtub in there..." she replied with a confused voice.
"Well, I was just going to have Ben stand close to the window. It's so close to the water hose outside. All he'll have to do is stand there, and I'll just spray him from the hose outside." Dean said, setting his hand on the back of Ben's neck and angled him upstairs to the big bathroom.
"Smartass..." Ben heard his mom say, as he was halfway up the stairs. He smiled and Dean let out bark of a laugh.
"Let's get your clothes..." Dean said and walked into Ben's room, and opened one of his drawers.
"Wait!" he said sharply, but was too late. Dean reached in and pulled a bottle out with a shirt. Dean looked closer and smirked, then put the bottle back, and reached down and grabbed one of Ben's boxers. As Dean rejoined him in the hall, he felt his skin on fire. The bottle Dean had pulled out contained lotion that he used to jerk off with. Looking at Dean, he just ruffled his hair.
"Dude, it's ok, I get it." he winked.
Once in the big bathroom, Dean turned on the water, and made sure to get the temperature just right. It was a very large, Jacuzzi type tub with jets and the whole works.
"Look, so I can get close enough and wash you, I'm going to be getting in with you." Dean said, walking out of the bathroom.
"You're going to naked too?" Ben asked, hopefully not sounding too obvious.
Walking back in, Dean had a pair of swimming trunks in his hand and shook them at Ben.
"Oh, well that makes sense." he said quickly, and pushed his shoes off.
"It's pretty obvious I'll be giving you a bath for some time, so we'll take this slow. Since, I don't need any help, and I already took a shower earlier, I really don't need to take another. Maybe tomorrow. Just to let you know, a lot of people would think me helping you with this, would think it's nasty, and close to me being called a pedophile." Dean said, as he quickly pulled off his clothes facing the other way. For the first time, Ben was able to see Dean's bare ass less than two feet away. He felt his own dick start to grow. Cringing, he looked away trying to get rid of the image in his head.
"Hold on, let me get your shirt off."
He turned back around at Dean's voice. Carefully, his shirt lifted up, and Dean tried to move his arms to keep them from causing any pain. His head through already, he was bent down so Dean could maneuver his bad arm through the other sleeve, and was only a foot away from Dean's stomach. His toned and tan abs rested above his inny belly button, with quite a bit of hair around it, and trailed down to below his waistline. The hair was a dirty blond color, and was very fine, which made the line of what seemed to be a perfect V down to his pelvis. Ben could almost smell that musky smell from Dean's crotch, and he yearned to lean forward and just mouth at Dean's dick.
Without realizing it, Ben was still hard, and there was no chance of it going down. The shirt completely off, Dean reached down to Ben's waist and untied the little ropes that held his sweat pants up.
"Umm, Dean..." Ben said nervously, his voice was obviously shaky.
"Yea?" Dean stopped and stepped back.
"Man, this is embarrassing as hell, but I have a boner, so be careful." he said staring down at his feet.
"Oh," Dean replied, but instead of him sounded off put, he went back to his nonchalant like self. "Don't worry about it. To tell the truth, I'm not surprised." he chuckled.
"Why?" he asked looking back up/
"Well, one," Dean paused, and dropped Ben's sweats all the way down, standing in the bathroom, now completely with nothing covering him.." your completely nude." He said, lightly slapping his bare ass, as one would do in a locker-room between other guys teasing each other.
"Two," Dean stepped up and into the tub, with his hand out for Ben. "There's rarely a moment when guys in their early teens, don't have a hard-on, no matter the circumstances."
Stepping up and over, Ben joined Dean, and slowly lowered himself. .Just as Dean was about give his third point of why he wasn't surprised Ben had a boner, his sprained arm twitched and it suddenly flared with pain, Ben sucked in his breath, and slipped. He figured he'd end up smashing onto the bottom of the tub, breaking something else. However, quick as a flash, Dean sunk down completely into the tub and stretched out his legs, causing them to catch him from hitting the bottom. Dean slid down and as Ben fell, he landed in Dean's lap, sparing him any further pain.
Panting, Ben let out a sob, and looked down at his lap. He couldn't help it, but a tear ran down his cheek. Feeling ashamed for acting like a baby, he bit his lip. Breathing hard, he shook his head and looked up. Dean was sitting right in front of him, less than a foot away with a gentle smile on his lips. Pulling him a little closer, he gave Ben a brief hug.
"Sorry," Ben mumbled, his heart rate finally returning to normal.
"For what?" Dean asked, confused.
"I feel like a baby, it hurt like hell and I barely touched it." he said, furiously.
"Oh, dude, a sprained arm sometimes hurts worse than a break. Don't ever feel ashamed about showing if you're hurt or not in front of me. Trust me; I know what a bitch something sprained feels like. Oops." Dean said with a smirk. He laughed, and settled down a bit. Looking down again, his boner was poking into Dean's stomach. Dean must have wondered why he had gone silent, because he stared down to see what he was looking at. For some reason, Dean didn't push him away or treat him like a fag.
"Don't worry about it." Dean said, reaching down and giving his dick a little tug, which caused him to jump and groan.
Chuckling, Dean pushed him onto the tub and began to soap up his hair, and wash his body. Being extremely gentle, he went through the routine, scrubbing under his arms, back, legs, chest, but oddly not his private area. Finally, after the main parts, he started cleaning around his dick. Every little tap caused Ben to jump, and involuntarily jerk his hips. Dean raised his dick and soaped up under his balls, and he went lower. Taking a washcloth, he had him squat, so as to clean his ass. He wished Dean would say something to him, it felt so awkward with him not talking through this part of the process.
As if Dean was thinking the same thing, he finally spoke.
"Looks like your, growing nice down there. Surprised you have so much hair there for your age. I didn't really get furry down there until mid-high school.
"Really?" he asked. For some reason, he all of a sudden felt better, more confident. It must have shown, because Dean chuckled. As Dean began to rinse it off Ben, let out an involuntary whine.
"When was the last time...you took care of business?" Dean said quietly, with a little shakiness in his voice, and a hand gesture.
"Six days." he groaned. Dean looked at him, with a shocked expression.
"Why so long?" He asked
"My arms, I can't reach down there right without it starting to hurt." he replied.
Dean hesitated and looked at him, and then at the door to the bathroom, happy it was locked. He sighed.
"Do you want me to help you out?" he asked, even more quietly.
He felt his heart lift. For a moment, he was sure it was a dream.
"Really?" he asked, such hope in his voice, that Dean smiled, nodded and began even without Ben having to reply again.
Wrapping one of his hands around his dick, he slowly started to pump it. After a minute, he switched styles, and twisted at the end over the head. With his other hand, he reached under his dick, and started to rub the area under his balls, knowing it would be sensitive. He bucked his hips a little bit and whimpered.
"Good?" Dean whispered, to which he only nodded once.
"Can you," he began, but cut off the rest. Dean would never do what he was thinking.
"What?" he whispered again. "Go ahead, ask." Dean replied, blowing warm air into his left ear. He was trying with all his might to hold on. After this, there was no way Dean would ever do this for him again. This was just a mercy act, so he should draw it out.
"You'll think it's weird...," he said with a shaky voice.
"Ask." he said, picking up his speed a little bit, while still fiddling with his balls.
"Can you finger me?" he asked, so quietly, he hoped Dean wouldn't hear. Of course, he immediately knew he heard, because he stopped. He sighed; he should have just kept quiet. There was no way Dean would finish him n-
He was jolted back into reality when he felt a finger probing his hole. Weak at the knees, Ben leaned his head forward onto Dean's chest. A moment later, the end of his finger met up with that special spot inside and he lost it.
"Oh fuck, Dean," he growled. His dick spasming, he felt is balls empty. Six days of stored cum shot out of his dick, and painted Deans belly with hot white liquid, pooling into his belly button. Thinking Dean would pull his finger out; Ben almost sobbed with relief, but was again surprised when his finger was still inside. Without warning, Dean twisted his finger in a certain way, and unbelievably, he came again, not even a minute after his first orgasm. He squeezed his ass onto Dean's finger, not releasing it. Dean chuckled.
"Again?" he asked, knowing precisely what he was asking.
He couldn't believe it, but with a shaky breath, he said "Please!"
After a moment or two of not doing anything Ben looked up, perplexed.
"You've got to let it build up again. Give it a minute." he winked slyly.
Nodding, he lowered his head and stared down at Dean's cum covered belly, and noticed something. Looking carefully, he could easily make out the outline of Dean's dick...his hard dick...his hard dick with the tip poking out of the waistline of his trunks, with quite a bit of precum leaking out. Before he could really process anymore, Dean twisted his fingers once more, and applied pressure, causing another surge of pleasure raking his body. He watched as two or three smaller spurts of cum shot out of his now red, and spent dick, landing on the on the small spots on Dean's belly that wasn't covered with his cum. Without thinking, Ben began to chuckle.
"What?" Dean asked, with an amused tone.
He pointed down at Dean's stomach. Dean peered down.
"Good grief! It's a good thing I helped you out tonight...I don't know what it would look like 7 days' worth of jizz on me tomorrow. Luckily we won't have much to worry about tomorrow." he winked.
"Tomorrow?" he thought
He lifted the washrag and cleaned his stomach, rinsed it out, then reached down and cleaned the head of Ben's dick, which was still extremely sensitive. Draining the tub, Dean looked down and caught him staring at his very visible hard-on through his trunks. He shook his head though, reached down, and helped him to his feet. Stepping up and over onto the floor, he kept his arm out for him to hold.
Out of the tub, Dean dried him off as quickly as possible. Dean seemed to be thinking hard, and wasn't very talkative now that the bath was over. Thinking he must have done something wrong, he looked down at his feet then back up to Dean.
"Thanks for my bath. Sorry if I disgust you." he said quietly.
Dean grabbed his chin, and looked directly at him.
"You do not disgust me Ben. You're a cool guy. You're my bud, and buds help each other out like that in only certain times of circumstances. Just don't tell anyone what we did...especially your mom." Dean said to him, very quickly, but firmly.
"I won't tell a soul. Ever." he smiled at Dean, hopefully conveying how much he had just done for him.
Dean ruffled his hair, and then gave him a bear one-armed hug and they headed out of the bathroom.