"Looks like it's just us bud." Dean said to him. "Let's get some breakfast and then we're going to check out some cabins on the far side of the property. Not sure what they were built for, but that's what we're going to find out." Dean finished, going down the stairs on his way to the kitchen.
He yawned, stretched out his legs, shook his hand and slowly rose to his feet. Walking out into the hall, he headed to the bathroom. Halfway there he got an itch in his crotch. He couldn't reach to scratch it, so he just leaned forward and grinded quickly into the railing on the stairs.
"What the...?" Dean said, stopping and looking up to observe his actions. Lifting and eyebrow at Ben, he looked amused.
"What? I had an itch and couldn't use my hands." He said defensively, but couldn't manage to stop the blush that was spreading up his face.
"Gotcha." Dean said with a click of his tongue, and very obviously reached his own hand down to his own crotch, and scratched himself with a wink. He made his way to the kitchen, walking with a cocky strut.
"Show off..." he mumbled opening the bathroom door. Just before he shut it, he heard Dean let out a snort of amusement.
Once in the bathroom, he tested out his sprained arm, and discovered he could use it with little to no discomfort.
"Uh oh" he said quietly. It was obvious that he would no longer need to help him keep clean. He decided to forget to mention this to Dean. He had a feeling that if he could keep up the act and help Dean in some way, he would be allowed to continue exploring how physically close they were now becoming. Thinking back on last night, the way Dean looked at him while jerking him off in the tub, led him to believe Dean liked what he was doing, and that if the circumstances were right, he would let him do the same. An idea formed in his mind and he began to work out how he was going to accomplish his goal.
Joining Dean at the table, he yawned before he dug in. Dean had made sausage links, biscuits and gravy. It was really good, but not too spicy.
"How on earth did you fix these so fast?" he asked, looking up to grab his glass of milk.
"immy ean r-e go eakfast." he mumbled with a mouth full of biscuits, and at the end, a little piece shot out of his mouth and almost made it to his plate.
"Hey!" Ben laughed.
Dean reached over, grabbed his own milk glass, and downed it with a big gulp.
"Jimmy Dean Ready-2-Go Breakfasts." he laughed back with a wink. Ben looked at the half chewed bit from biscuit near his own plate, shook his head and looked back up to say something, but got distracted when he saw milk dribbling out of the corners' of Deans mouth.
"What?" he asked.
He shook his head.
"You got milk dribbling down your chin." he said with smirk.
Reaching for his napkin, he wiped his face and looked up.
"Better?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Ben nodded and finished his meal.
"So, we're going to ride on the quad and check out those buildings. It's pretty nice out today, I think the temp is going to hit in the high 80's. So we'll want to head out pretty soon." Getting up, he took both plates into the kitchen and set them in the sink.
"I'm going to put some shorts on." he said, making his way up the stairs quickly. He thought he heard Dean say something but he was already in his room. Standing in his doorway, he tried to remember where he had his shorts. Opening his second drawer, he pulled out some loose fitting shorts. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dean looking at him as he approached his door. Acting as if he didn't know Dean was there, he pushed off his shoes, and pulled his sweats off one foot at a time, making sure to "accidentally" pull his boxers down as well. He heard Dean exhale his breath, so he turned to face him. Dean looked at him and then looked down at Ben's very visible bare penis.
"Sorry just thought you might need help pulling them up.," he said, with his tone returning to his laid-back attitude. He looked down, and tried to lift his shorts up with his arm, thinking he would be able to do it since he wasn't feeling any pain like he did yesterday Big mistake. About half way up, he twisted his leg to fast and it sprang the elastic around the waist of the shorts, and slapped his arm.
An unbelievable shot of pain spread through his arm, causing him to drop the shorts and fall onto his ass that crashed to the floor. He screamed, though he tried not to, but this time Dean was too far away to save him. He raced to his side and immediately sunk to sit with him on the floor with his arm around his shoulder. Biting his lip, he used all his will power to keep himself from bawling like a little kid. Still, there were a few tears that did leak out of his eyes. His breathing was labored, and pain still raked throughout the rest of his body.
"Ben, I'm here I got you." Dean said to him. For some reason, it made him even more upset. He hated when he acted so weak in front of him. It seemed just when things started to look up, he did something that made him act like a baby. He sighed, took a few breathes, and looked up at Dean with a sad smile. Dean's look of concern morphed into relief and then into his usual relaxed self. Ruffling his hair, Dean squatted, but couldn't get a good hold.
"Hold your broken arm up Ben." He said.
Dean reached under his legs with one arm, then used the other and scooped it under Ben's bare ass, and finally lifted him up to a standing position. He felt Dean's large pinky accidentally graze his hole, and his thump rubbed the area under his balls gently.
"Put your hand on my shoulder and I'll put your other leg through the shorts." he said.
Nodding, Ben leaned his weight on Dean, while his other leg was positioned into the right hole. Once through, Ben kept leaning on Dean, as his fly was zipped up. He wanted to continue touching Dean, but he had to toughen up, and prove to Dean that he wasn't weak. With a few steady breathes, he let go of Dean and walked a couple of steps away, letting his panic and heart rate decrease. Finally looking up, he nodded at Dean, who was nodding and looked pleased. He patted Ben on the back, and gave him a broad smile.
Blushing, he straightened up, and made his way out of his room, down the stairs, and finally onto the front porch.
"Be right back, going to get the quad." he said, and jogged over to the barn. A moment later, he heard the start of the four-wheeler's engine, followed by the barn door opening. Pulling up by the porch, Ben made his way to sit behind Dean.
"No. No. You sit in front of me so I can hold on to you. It'll keep your arms more stable as well." he said in a raised voice. Shrugging Ben stepped up and swung his leg over the seat. Making a few more adjustments, he backed up a bit until he became comfortable.
"Ready?" Dean said into his ear. He gave a nod, and Dean let go the break, and throttled the engine up. As they left the yard, they made their way onto a poorly maintained trail heading into the direction of their destination. Once on the trail, Dean rubbed his back for a period of time; before he knew it, he was finally relaxed.
"So," he called back to Dean, "can I still ask you questions?" he asked with a hint of a plea. For a moment, Dean was silent, and Ben sighed, and watched the trail in front of them.
"When I turned 18, as you know, I traveled everywhere with my Dad and Sam. We..." his voice broke off for a moment. Ben reached awkwardly with his broken arm and patted Dean's leg. Dean tightened his hold on him, and gave him a brief one-armed hug from behind, and then he continued...
"We did all sorts of things to get by. Money was tight, and we didn't really get paid for killing monsters, other than every once in a while a chick would blow me or a guy wou...I was good at pool, and cards, but there were always shifty people that would watch us, and many times they would ambush us and steal their money back. I had a fake ID and let's face it, I'm pretty sexy," he said. There was a dip on the trail; it made them bounce on the seat, and it kind of felt as if Dean kind of humped him from behind. But that was probably just a coincidence.
"So, one way I made quite a bit of money, using different aliases, was going to different sperm banks."
Ben laughed aloud, and Dean dug his fingers into Ben's side, tickling him.
"Anyways, while there, there was this hot chick that asked if I needed help. Of course I thought she meant, you know..."
"I know. Go on." he laughed.
"Instead she came into my room. I was ready to go and my drawers already dropped to the floor. She motioned me to turn around and spread my legs, and of course, I did. I heard her putting on gloves and then said something like I'm going to stimulate your prostate gland. Before I could process what that meant, I felt her stick I finger all the way up in me." Dean said shaking his head.
"Dude!" he said, amazed
"I know, but it was good...really good, well of course you know." he explained.
Ben nodded unconsciously, remembering the sensation of Dean making him cum.
"I got up my courage, and asked her to explain what she did. She did, just as I did to you last night, without hesitation and it felt just as good." Dean finished.
"Hey, I think that kind of happens in a movie I seen once. Not sure what it was called though. It had that dude who played Stifler from American Pie and he was the got fingered like that.," he recalled.'
"Huh, I guess you're right. Thinking about it, I think that movie is called Europtrip? No, Roadtrip. When I came, I didn't sound like a chick, it was ...well. You don't need to know that anyways." Dean related.
Ben really did want to know what Dean sounded like when he came. They went over another bump, and again it felt like Dean humped him. He looked down and discovered he was hard. Sighing, he looked up and wondered how much further it was to get to their destination.
A tug at his crotch jolted his head back down. Dean had his hand on his crotch. His fingers traced the subtle outline of his dick, and then he rubbed the head with a little more force. Ben opened his legs, giving Dean more room to work with.
"You want me to?" he whispered in his ear with the smallest of growls.
"Please..." he whimpered, turning his head to the side so he could look at Dean. He smiled at Dean, who just gave him a small smile and a nod. He looked down, fascinated to see Dean reach up his shorts to squeeze his dick. He alternated between stroking his dick, and massaging nuts, and even reached below rubbing his middle finger close to the his entrance. Letting go of his dick, he withdrew his hand from leg hole in his shorts, and unzipped his fly.
His fly open, his dick sprang free, eager for Dean to continue pleasuring it.
"Does it feel good?" Dean asked him, in a husky voice.
"Yes, Dean." he managed.
Dean's large hand took hold of his dick, now leaking precum. His movements sped up, then his style switched the common up, down motions, into a curling, twisting method. Finally, he would stroke it a few times, suddenly release it, regrab it, apply pressure with a squeeze, and release it, and would wait almost five seconds before switching back to the classic up and down movements. Feeling a tug in his gut, he knew it would be long.
Turning his head, he said with a labored voice, "Dean, I'm close." Dean released the throttle of the four-wheeler, and the vehicle came to a stop. Dean scooted back and drug Ben with him.
"Are you going to cum for me Ben?" Dean whispered his lips very close to his ear.
Without warning, Ben came. His broken arm clenched down on Dean's thigh, as he thrusted his hips up into Dean's large hand. Cum exploded all over Dean's hand, his own shirt, and a bit on the seat in front of them. Panting, Ben slowly lowered his hips and sat down on the seat. Dean was ruffling his hair, and he chuckled. Opening the traveling box on the back of the quad, he took out a rag and wiped up all Ben's cum he could. He finally wiped his own hands, and then reached down tried to clean Ben's now, flaccid dick, which was still very sensitive. He jerked his hips at the touch, but chuckled.
Dean returned the rag to the box and then turned around to see Ben looking at him.
"Thanks Dean." he tried to put as much meaning into his words as possible, and yet still tried to make it sound casual enough that Dean wouldn't worry he was going too far with what he was doing with Ben. He had a feeling if Dean started to feel things were getting too intimate, he would stop and they wouldn't do anything again, fearing he would mess Ben up if they did continue. Whatever he did, it must have worked, because his smile became lazy, and his attitude returned to his regular easy-going way of life.
"No problem bud, just remember we can't let this get out of hand, alright?" he said with a wink. They scooted forward, he again throttled up the engine, and they were back on their way to the unknown buildings