As Dean came back downstairs, he couldn't help but reflect on what had just happened. For some reason, he actually enjoyed messing around with another dude. Thinking back, he hadn't messed around with another guy, yes, he had messed around with guys before, not as straight and narrow as he let others believe, for years now. Well, that wasn't true exactly. A few months ago, he had messed around with Cass...That was interesting, he had helped him out when Cass couldn't get his erection to down, and had never masturbated before. It only took a few strokes and Cass had let go, everywhere.

Ben's volume earlier had surprised him, but it was nowhere close to Cass's. Though Ben hadn't done it for six days, Cass hadn't ever. The results were staggering; who woulda known how much cum a man could produce at one time. Dean was even more surprised what happened next. Cass said thank you and asked if he could do the same for me. At first, he said it wasn't necessary. Of course, he was horny as hell though. They had been on the run for such a long time; he hadn't had the chance to bang a chick in weeks. When he had hesitated, Cass told him he could fuck him. Yes, actually fuck him as hard as he wanted, and he would just turn off his vessels pain sensors. He had thought, what the hell, and plowed Cass.

Glancing down at his lap, he realized he was hard. Upstairs, he had actually wanted to join Ben, but he was too young, and it was too soon. He seriously doubted Ben would want to help him out either. Ben had stared at him every once in a while, but nothing excessive, so he was most likely straight, but was just admiring him. Well, he could understand that. Grabbing his cock through his trunks and squeezed all 7.5 thick uncut inches of himself. He sighed, and let go.

Getting up, he walked into the kitchen.

"Lis?" He said peering around the corner.

"Yea? How did bath time go?" she said, turning around drying a plate with a towel.

"Oh, no sweat, it was fine. He's still so sensitive, on his way to sit down in the tub he slipped, and his sprained arm flared so I had to catch him. I could tell it really shook him up, thinking he was going to hurt himself even more. I took care of it though. "He replied.

"Oh, that's sweet Dean. Thank you. I'm sure he appreciated your help." she said turning back around.

You have no idea. He chuckled to himself.

"Anyways, I'm going to head up to bed." he finished, walking forward and kissing the back of her neck, and rubbing her backside.

"Easy now, not tonight Dean. I have to go visit a great aunt of mine for a few days starting tomorrow. Ben's never really liked this aunt, and it would be torture for him to ride for two hours with me. Do you think it would be ok if he were here with you? You still have some things to do, and I'm sure he can help you with what you need as well." she said turning back around and giving him a nibble on the lower lip.

"Oh, that's fine. There are some smooth trails that lead to some cabins on the far back of this property I was going to check out. He can ride in front of my on the four-wheeler. We'll take it slow." he said, backing up and heading back to the stairs.

"I didn't know we had cabin's back there. How did you know?" she asked, surprised.

"Saw them on google maps." He clicked his tongue, winked and headed upstairs.

Stopping by Ben's door for a moment, he had an urge to listen, but didn't. He knocked, and opened the door.

"You doing alright?" he asked Ben, who was sitting on his bed looking miserable...

"Yea," he sighed.

"You don't sound alright. Are you sure you fine?" he asked walking into the room, and sitting down at the end of his bed.

"I'm sure." He smiled at Dean, but it kind of wavered for a moment.

"What's wrong?" he asked more urgently, scooting Ben over a bit.

"Thanks for earlier." he said quietly, with a small smile.

"Oh, that's no problem at all." he said, relieved.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go for it, I think we're a bit beyond being shy around each other now." he jostled Ben gently.

Smiling shyly, he nodded then

"Where did you learn that finger thing?" he said in the tiniest whisper.

"Oh," now it was his turn to blush. He looked up and into Ben's eyes. Hesitating on what to say, and how to word it, he decided to tell him it could wait till tomorrow.

"Look, your mom has to go visit an aunt for a few days tomorrow, and you're going to stay here with me. I promise I'll tell you tomorrow and anything else you ask. At the moment, well," he paused and looked at his own crotch, noticing he needed to take care of it before Lisa came to bed, "I got something to do. Tomorrow though." he said with a firm smile, and patted Ben's back. He tried to hide it, but getting up, he adjusted himself, so his erection wasn't sticking out in an obvious tent. Seeing that Ben noticed his movement, and then looked closer, he seemed to understand what Dean was about to do. Smiling, with his ears turning pink, Ben looked over and pulled out a book he was reading from under his pillow.

Closing Ben's door, he hurried down the hall to his bedroom. Once in, he stripped down to his briefs, and jumped in bed. Pulling his dick out through the opening in his briefs, he furiously fisted himself. Making sure he didn't make any noise, he reached over the side, grabbed his dirty shirt, and put it over his belly. With his eyes closed, he thought he heard some shuffling in the back of his mind which caused him to pause his actions. For some reason though, he decided to not cover his dick, got out from under the covers, and lay on the bed. Still, in his briefs, it would be easy to hide what he was doing if Lisa came in on a spur of the moment. Again, he didn't know why, but he waited a couple of minutes, before he continued jerking off.

Closing his eyes, he pumped slowly, rolling his foreskin over the head of his dick, and then back down to the base. Taking long strokes, he lowered his left hand and squeezed his nuts through his underwear. He began to fantasize about some of the many women he'd been with, and he sped up. Gripping his shaft with more force, he added his other hand, so he was fisting his dick with both hands. He felt it coming closer, and decided to push himself over the edge. Reaching down, he maneuvered his left hand to his hole, and slowly worked a finger in. Once in to his knuckle, he began to probe, and rub his prostate gland. Speeding up, his dick was tingling, balls tightening, and just before his cum shot out of his cock, he visualized Ben shooting his cum all over his chest in the tub, and how erotic it had been to be the one to cause Ben to shot his load.

With a strangled cry, and a biting of his lower lip, his cum shot out of his thick uncut cock, landing on his chest, face, and even pooled in his belly button, just as Ben's had. Gasping, he stilled, letting his ragged breath return to normal. Opening his eyes, he looked around.

"Holy shit!" he said quietly. That had been one of the best orgasms he had ever experienced, and that was saying something. Shaking his head, he sat up and reached to the side and grabbed the shirt, and began wiping the mess up. Just as he had thrown his shirt in the pile of dirty clothes, and was lying back down in bed, Lisa joined him.

"I though you would be asleep by now." she said softly, nuzzling into his chest.

"I had to get back up, had to take a leak." he chuckled.

"Boys..," she breathed.

"What?" he asked, turning to look at her.

"That's where Ben is getting these terms...leak, load...he even said pie the other day to describe a cake on tv." she sighed and chuckled.

"Ahh, pie." he said fondly and snuggled closer to Lisa, and was soon asleep.