****Sorry this is so short, my laptop crashed on me last night and I lost quite a large chunk, so I had to rewrite it, and I'm sure I left out some of the really good stuff, so I might come back at a later date to redo.*****

He gulped, and looked at Dean to gauge his reaction, which was, thankfully, a smile. His first impulse was to squeeze Dean's dick. After a couple of moments, he decided to look for the soap. There was something that told him that the only way to move forward with their explorations, they would first need to clean up first. Reluctantly, he dropped his hand so that it touched the bottom of the tub. For a moment, it looked like Dean was disappointed that Ben didn't continue to touch his dick. Still, the thought that Dean was o.k. with being touched, helped him relax a bit more. Stretching out his fingers, he scooted forward just a bit more and felt the bar of soap. Grabbing it, he pulled it back, and as he did so, his knuckles brushed underneath Dean's massive nuts.

Dean jumped and bit his bottom lip, closing his eyes just for a moment. Once he lifted the soap out of the water, he handed it over and watched as Dean rubbed it on a washcloth. Setting the bar to the side, he indicated that Ben should scoot forward. Taking the cloth, he began scrubbing him. First was his chest, then arms and legs. He felt the rag come in contact with his ass, which he definitely probed the entrance real quick, making him jump. Winking, Dean then cleaned is hard cock and balls, again making him jump. Finally, he motioned for Ben to turn around so his back was more accessible. Once scrubbed, Dean lifted his hand, and Ben felt the water sloshing around, and the absence of his contact made him feel as if he was alone. Glancing back, he noticed Dean scrubbing himself. Fascinated, he watched as Dean lifted each arm, and scrubbed under his very hairy pits, then his chest, making sure to get every inch of his front side.

Once everything was clean, for some reason, he felt nervous. Looking up at Dean, he waited for him to make a move. Finally, he decided to through caution to the wind.

"Dean?" he asked, feeling as butterflies were in his stomach.

"Yea?" Dean answered, wearing a smirk, as if knowing exactly what he was about to be asked.

"Can I..." he broke off, and suddenly, he couldn't ask what he truly wanted.

"What?" he was asked.

"Nothing." he finished.

He noticed Dean was looking at him with concern.

"Oh, screw it," he said, and looked up at Dean with a determined look, "Dean, can I touch your dick?" he finished, very aware of the heat creeping up his face with embarrassment. Smirking, Dean nodded.

"Really?" he asked, with wide eyes.

"Yes." he winked.

O.K. here we go. He thought to himself.

Scooting forward, he found himself less than a foot away from Dean. Looking up at him, he tried to gage his mood, but was just met with a sly smile. His hand shaking, he reached forward, not breaking eye contact. Suddenly, his fingers tangled in the copious amount of hair at the base of Dean's thick cock. Rotating his hand, he gently, but shakily wrapped his hand around Dean's shaft. Well, at least he tried to wrap his hand around it, but there was still quite a gap between his thumb and the fingers that curled around the shaft. Letting out a moan, Dean closed his eyes lazily. With his eyes closed, he looked down at his hand. The bubbles had almost all disappeared, so he could easily see what he had in his hand. His foreskin covered the head, and the balls hung low, but still looked really big.

He moved his hand down in a pumping motion, and Dean bucked his hips. Pausing a moment, he let go of Deans dick. This seemed to startle him, as his eyes flew open and he looked down with concern and a questioning look. Ben gulped; he would have to ask what he wanted before he lost his nerve.

"Can we do this in a bedroom Dean? I promise I won't tell anyone, but, I just want to ..." he stopped, not really knowing what else to say. Everything he wanted to say sounded dirty, and wasn't something normal people would ever consider doing. Thinking it would be wrong, sick, and perverted, most would be highly offended just to hear what he had in his mind. Dean looked at him intensely, but Ben could tell, it wasn't anger, or disgust, but something that was more calculated. He hesitated, the squared his jaw, and nodded. Ben couldn't help it, but he just gave Dean the broadest grin he was sure he had ever made. Chuckling, Dean ruffled his wet hair, and stood straight up in a rush. On his way up, he dick sprang forward, and struck his chin.

He laughed, and Dean joined him. Squatting, Dean helped Ben up, and stepped over the edge of the tub, onto the rug. Joining Dean, he watched as Dean unplugged the tub and watched as the water drained away. Plucking up his courage, he raised his hand, and cupped Dean's ass, that was less than a foot away. Dean looked back, and when Ben didn't see his look, he figured he would tease him. Ben watched, and then Dean spread his legs, giving him an excellent view of his hairy crack. Figuring he had permission, he reached into the crease, he lightly probed the entrance. An involuntary moan escaped his lips, causing Ben to look up at Dean's face. He wished his arms weren't messed up; he desperately wanted to do more with Dean that required full use of them. Still, he would make do with what he had. He knew now, that his fantasies could quite possibly come true if he did everything right.

Still, he knew Dean wasn't gay, but there was no denying he was bisexual. When he thought of sex, he knew he was gay; he didn't have any inkling to do anything with a woman at all. Men, on the other hand; they were stronger, hairier, and a lot more sexually charged. Though he was young and had never messed around with anyone before, he figured guys would know how to make another guy feel better than any girl would, seeing as they would automatically know what another guy would like, since they had the same equipment. There were so many internet sites that he had visited, that showed everything anyone would ever need to know when messing around with another dude, and he intended to try quite a bit out with Dean.

Reaching between his thighs, Ben grazed Dean's hole, and gently grabbed Dean's nuts.

"Ben," he head Dean say, with a quivering voice.

"Sorry." he said in a small voice.

Dean turned on him, "Ben," he chuckled, "you have nothing to be sorry about. I want to wait until we get to the bedroom." he finished with a smirk.

Once again, Ben found himself grinning at Dean, but unable to let stop touching Dean's goods.

"How big are you?" he asked Dean as they walked into the big bedroom.

"Around seven and a half." he answered, sitting down on the bed.

"I like your, um...hood." he said quietly, staring intently at it.

"Most don't. If it's not cleaned right...let's just say it can get unpleasant. I take a shower every day, so no one has ever complained to me about it." Dean said, looking down at his own crotch fondly. He twisted and reached the nightstand and turned down the brightness.

Ben took a chance, and when Dean was no longer looking, he ducked his head down, and wrapped his lips around the head of Dean's cock. Dean jumped, but instead of getting mad, he moaned and laid his large hand on the back of his head.

"Oh, fuck Ben, that's good." he heard Dean growl, and he smiled to himself, pleased with this moment.