He had just jerked off Ben, again. This time, it had been on a four-wheeler out in the woods. It was becoming pretty clear that Ben liked it when Dean touched him. He had to admit, there was something about causing Ben to cum, even though he was only 14. What was more; he really liked jerking him off too. He could feel his own hard cock; occasionally bump into Ben's backside. As he came around a corner, he decided that if Ben wanted to touch him tonight, he would let him, but he wouldn't ask him. It was also obvious Ben was curious about what Dean would look like fully naked, well, he was going to help him with that tonight; yes, and he was going to go nude.
Coming to a stop, he motioned for Ben to get off.
"Stay here, for now, keep the four-wheeler running, ready to go." He said quietly. Ben looked at him with wide, scared eyes.
"Just in case." he said with a smile. He didn't feel anything evil, or wrong about the area. The buildings turned out to be some sort of milking stations for cows. There were half dozen buildings, no bigger than a one-car garage. The doors were all closed, but he could still see inside through the old windows. Some of the windowpanes were gone, making it easy to peer in. The second building contained something he would tell Ben about once his inspection was complete. Finally coming to the end of his first observations, he gave Ben the thumbs up, and he cut the engine. Looking inside the first building, Ben glanced around, but must have found nothing interesting because he checked the next one, and so on.
"Anything exciting?" he asked.
"Nothing really. This must have been a dairy farm a long time ago. However, come over and peek into the window." indicating the second building he had checked out.
He hurried over and couldn't open the door, but he stood up on his toes and peered through window. He waited, smiling to himself, knowing Ben would be excited. It didn't take long.
"No way!" he heard. Turning around he saw Ben trying to open the door forcefully. Walking over, Dean looked in the window again. Inside, something looked an awful lot like a go-cart, though it was missing a few parts. Either way, Dean knew he could fix it up and even upgrade it into something he could ride as well. Trying the handle to the door, it came right out as he turned it.
"Piece of sh..." he looked over at Ben, who was smirking at him. He guessed he should watch his language, "garbage." he finished, rather lamely.
"Dean, you can say shit. I don't care." Ben said to him.
"No. Look, you've heard it all before, but still, I'd prefer it if we kept our language a bit more civilized, ok?" he told Ben.
Ben gave him a shrug and nod, then tried the door once more, but it still wouldn't budge. He was about to kick the door, but he figured that could flare up his arms again. Dean watched his face, which was kind of adorable at the moment. Wanting desperately to get in, he just looked over at Dean and gave a pouting face. Rolling his eyes, he walked over and patted his back. He walked around the backside of the small building. A ramp led up to a raised platform that had an opening where some hoses would clamp on to the cows udders. Ducking down, he crawled into the small building and stood up. There wasn't much room, and it was really hot and stuffy. Just walking the twelve feet to the front door, he was covered in sweat. Spider webs came into contact his face, so he swatted them away.
Finally making it to the door, he realized you had to pull from the outside in order to open it.
"Stand back Ben!" he called.
"Kay" came the muffled reply from Ben
He pushed the door, but it still didn't budge. Now he was seriously getting pissed. What was it with this door? One good ram and it should burst open. He stood back, and then applied a great amount of force. Unbelievably, nothing happened.
"Alright, that's it you son of a bitch!" he growled in a very loud voice. He heard give a bark of laughter outside, to which he couldn't help laughing along. Staring at the door, he stopped, and studied how it was still intact. Glancing to the right of the door, there was a metal bar that was lowered into a metal clamp that held the door in place. Stepping to the side, he lifted the bar, which was light, yet bulky. He barely put any force into the action, yet it clicked and slide out of the groves. Shifting back in front of the door, he barely pushed it and it swung open with ease.
"You gotta be kidding me," he said with great annoyance.
Ben was now laughing extremely hard. He smirked at him, rushed up to him, which caused Ben to retreat behind the four-wheeler.
"I suppose you think this is funny?" he demanded, trying for a serious face, but ruining the effect when the end of "funny" came out as a chuckle. He waved his hand, as if to say, "Oh forget it" and walked back to the building. Shuffling inside again and maneuvered around so he could push the cart through the doorway. Before he knew it, he was even more sweaty, smelly, and his jeans were drenched and were sticking to his legs and just downright painful to move around in, with his leg hair kept being tugged on by the friction.
Ben kept trying to help, but had to be told constantly that he didn't want him to get hurt anymore. By the time the cart finally left the building, Dean was exhausted. Going back in the building, he picked the parts that had fallen off or had been set aside. Stepping back out into the clearing, he noticed how late the day it was. Over by the last building, Ben was looking frustrated. He looked up, and beckoned Dean over.
"What is it bud?" he asked
"I need to pee, but..." Ben said awkwardly, and gestured not being able to unbutton himself.
Nodding, Dean leaned down and unbuttoned, and unzipped him. Bending his arm Ben reached down, and awkwardly fished out his dick, and rather clumsily began urinating on the side of the building, but kept accidentally hitting his shoes. Sighing Dean reached down behind him and took hold of his penis. He was very thankful Ben didn't get hard, just sighed in relief as his bladder emptied. After a few more spurts, he said "Done" Dean shook his penis a few times until no droplets came out. He folded his penis back in, and then zipped and buttoned his shorts. He turned and walked back over to the go-cart and all the parts littered around it. Looking at his watch, the time indicated it was almost 5pm. Where did the time go?
"Well, it's getting late. Let's put this stuff back in the shed." he motioned to all the parts on the ground.
They gathered the parts and put them in first. Ben would pick up what he could and pass it to Dean, who was in the building. Making sure to arrange everything just right, all the small parts were in. They pushed the cart back in and closed the door and headed back to the four-wheeler. He mounted onto the seat and indicated Ben to get on in front of him. He looked down at his clothes and was very miserable. His pants were bugging the hell out of him. Standing up, he lifted his leg and dismounted the four-wheeler. Ben turned and watched as Dean untied his shoes and pushed them off. Next he undid his jeans and began pushing them down. He noticed Ben was looking at him wide-eyed.
"Look, I'm sweaty, sticky, and smell and these pants are disgusting and annoying. So, I'm taking them off and just going to be in my boxers. Is that ok?" he asked, concerned.
As he pulled them off, he caught Ben nodding. Once off, he threw his sweat-drenched jeans in the box on the back of the four-wheeler, with the rag he had used to clean off Ben's cum. Closing the box, he got a whiff of the contents, and it certainly had an unexpected effect on him. Ben had turned around hastily, after checking out Dean's posterior. Dean had caught this, but again, he figured this was only natural, especially when he was pretty damn sexy if he did say so himself. Once seated behind Ben, Dean turned on the engine adjusted himself. Right before he leaned forward, he noticed that he was hard. Not wanting Ben to know, he angled his pelvis in an awkward way.
"Ready?" he asked Ben in a raised voice.
"Yeah." Ben nodded in front of him. So Dean throttled the engine and they were off.
The way back was rather boring. They were both too tired to talk, so they just rode in silence. Ben just leaned back into Dean's chest, and dropped his arm onto Dean's thigh. Seeing as he was just in his boxers now, it was skin-to-skin contact. Even though Ben was feeling and rubbing is leg hair, Dean could tell, it wasn't an intimate act, just a boredom explorative one. Without even knowing it, Dean had rested his chin on top of Ben's head. Tilting his head, Ben rested his head on Dean's arm that controlled the brakes. Looking down, Dean just gave him a soft smile, which was instantly acknowledged and reciprocated the act by Ben.
Why does this feel so right? Dean wondered. Oh well, let's see what bath time has in store for us. To tell the truth, he was excited that he was actually looking forward to the chore with Ben, wishing that they would fool around again, and that hopefully Ben would touch him. However, he would let Ben make the first move. In front of him, Ben sat up and scooted forward, away from him. For a minute, he thought maybe Ben was having second thoughts. Just as he leaned forward to ask Ben if he was all right, he turned around to face with a face that showed disgust.
"You stink." he said, scrunching his nose.
Dean breathed easy again. He looked down and then turned his head sideways to smell himself. Whew, gross. He couldn't blame Ben from keeping his distance. Scrunching his own nose, he nodded. Turning back around, Ben just stared forward, watching the trail. After another 20 minutes, Dean could make out the outline of the house in front of them. Sighing with exhaustion, he straightened his back and stretched as he drove to the front the house. Stopping he waited for Ben to get off, then turned and made his way to the barn. Turning the engine off, he dismounted and opened the box on the back rack and grabbed his jeans and the rag. The smell would just be awful if he left the cum stained rag in the box. Walking out into the open, he closed the barn door, and locked it heading back to the house.
"Go ahead and start the bath upstairs, Ben, we both need one before we set out nasty, smelly butts down on any furniture." he called, watching as Ben nodded, and entered the house. Once on the porch, he turned around and studied the view in front of him. It was a really nice, and he had never thought he would end up settled down in a place like this...hell, to even settle down at all. Turning, he opened the door and went inside, followed by locking the front door. Sighing he headed upstairs to the large bathroom like last night. He met Ben in the bathroom, as he had just dumped quite a lot of bubble-bath solution into the tub. Looking down, it looked like Ben had forgotten to get clean clothes. Before he started to strip down, Dean went over to Ben and de-clothed him. He started undressing himself.
"Go get your clothes Ben" he said, getting in the tub fully naked, but hadn't turned around .Squatting, he sat down in the tub, and turned to watch the door, as Ben exited the bathroom, with no clothes on at all. He had to be honest with himself; the sight of Ben's 14-year-old bare ass was very nice. Though he was young, Dean could tell, as he grew older, Ben's ass was going to rather hairy, like his own. Not being able to help himself, he reached down and gently stroked his cock very slowly, letting it grow and expand until it's full size. Figuring Ben would find it more exciting and he didn't know how aroused he was, it would make the next few minutes very interesting. Dropping his hand as he heard Ben enter the bedroom, and finally returning to the bathroom, he was rather amused to see Ben had an erection. If he had to guess, it looked to be almost 5 inches. That was above average for a 14- year old boy.
He could be bigger than me when he's fully-grown Dean thought.
Ben approached him, right by him by the side of the tub. Dean had the strangest urge to lean forward, and take Ben into his mouth, but he resisted this action. That would be too much, too fast. Sitting up, he reached his hand up to hold Ben's hand and he stepped over the edge with one foot and then the other. Beginning to lower himself, Dean could tell he was nervous. Last night Ben slipped and fell. This time, he had no such trouble, lowered himself, and easily sat on the bottom. Dean nodded and smiled at him, congratulating him on his flawless action. Ben rolled his eyes at him, and Dean snorted and reached over to grab the rag. When he turned again, Ben was very close, startling him enough that he dropped the bar of soap.
"Uh oh, "said Ben "you dropped the soap." he finished with humor, which Dean joined in.
Suddenly Dean felt the warm water move as Ben tried to find the soap, and then he felt fingers graze the bottom of his shaft, to which Ben froze.