Why didn't he turn the side lamp on? It looked like I wasn't going to see anything except some movement under the covers. But no! You paused, glanced over my way, then laid on top of the covers and jerked yourself off in the dark. Instead of seeing everything outright, all I could see was the outline of your dick. Ben thought as he laid himself back down on his bed.

Immediately after Dean left his room, and the way he left in such a hurry gave him little doubt on what he would do next. The house they were living in now had a sort of catwalk on the second story that stretched the backside of the houe from his bedroom to his Mom's room. Sort of an emergency getaway. Turning on his lamp, his slid open the door to the catwalk and walked to the point where there a window looking in that had a good view of the bed. Seeing as how is was still fairly warm outside, he didn't need to put on an extra clothes.

Peeking in at the corner of the window, he saw Dean throw off his shirt and lay down in bed. Next, he could make out hand movements near his crotch. For a moment, he thought Dean might have spotted him, but for some unknown reason, he got out from the covers and laid on the bed in only his underwear. Ben was so turned on, he would see jerk off and cum, almost as if one of his fantasies were coming true. However, that wasn't exactly the case. Though his view was nice, the shadows that fell on Dean were frustratingly falling on the areas he wanted to see most.

Still, his observation had garnered some details that he had been wondering about Dean for a while now. Dean's hard dick was big enough that he could use both of his hands at once, towards the end, he had lifted his ass up and angled his left hand so it obvious he was fingering himself. Lastly, he was able to see cum. His body began to shake, muscles contracted, breathing became labored, and finally he lifted his pelvis at the end with a mighty thrust. What came next was pure gravy. Through the shadows, he was able to make out his cum spray over his body and land everywhere, even his face. At that point, Dean sat up, looked at his mess, said a couple of words looking amused, and grabbed a shirt to wipe his belly, but unbelievably, while he was wiping up his belly, his other hand went his mouth and he began licking off his own cum.

At that point, Ben left to get back into his room and lay down before his mom came by to say goodnight. When she came in and wished him goodnight and explained that he would be staying with Dean for a few days, he had to twist his hips to the side to obscure his very prominent erection from her. She kissed his forehead, and wished him goodnight and to have a fun time while she was gone. He must have laid in bed for almost an hour, unable to sleep from all of the excitement of the evening. There was no doubt about it, Dean knew his way around doing gay things. Of course, Ben knew he wasn't gay or even bi probably, but it seem like was a rock solid straight guy like he let everyone believe.

"Honey, wake up Ben."

"Huh?" he muttered at the intrusion to his dreams. Blinking a couple of times, he rolled onto his side. His mom standing at the side of his bed, with her jacket on. Smiling, she leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"I'm off to Aunt Katie's now. I'll be back in a few days. Be good, and try to help Dean around the house. Have fun, act stupid, do all that "macho" guy stuff I seem to hear happens every time women aren't around to control how men should behave." she winked.

Grinning, he nodded, sat up, and tried to give her a hug, but all he accomplished was a couple of hard pats from his broken arm on her shoulder. He rolled his eyes, and she leaned down once more and tousled his hair. Walking out of his room, she paused and waved with a kiss she blew across the room. Smiling, he imitated her, while using his sprained arm to do a fake grab. Expecting a bit of pain from the movement, he was surprised when he felt very little pain. It must have shown on his face, because she raised her eyebrows.

"Better?" she asked.

"Yea." he said quietly, but with excitement. "Love ya!" he said a bit louder.

"Love you to. Make sure Dean behaves, He always causes trouble, and acts more like a kid then you do.," she said slyly, changing her gaze on him, to a point outside of his room.

"Hey! I don't know what you're talking about. Just because I like cartoons and jumping on trampolines doesn't mean I'm a toddler. You know my equipment is too big to even come close to what a kid has." Dean said as he joined his mom at the door, with a smirk and a wink to him in bed.

"Dean!" she exclaimed, playfully slapping his arm for the remarked comment.

"Anyway, see you in a few days" she said, leaving his door and then the house.