Just as he began to fit more of Dean's thick cock in his mouth, a loud ring from the nightstand startled him. Jumping, released the back of his neck, and reached for his cell phone. Reluctantly, he released the dick from his mouth and watched as Dean's face started to turn red. A moment later, Dean gave him a sharp look. Even as Dean pushed the talk button, his large dick began to go limp. Heart sinking, he knew who was calling.
"Hey, Lis!" he said, voice somewhat shaky.
Ben hung his head, and walked out of the large bedroom and proceeded to his own. Tears began to fall and he bit his lip. It was over now, for sure. There was no way Dean would let him ever touch him like that again. Shutting the door, he engaged the lock, and clothed his naked body. Finally, he went to his bed and lay down. Opening the drawer to his nightstand, he removed his iPod, and inserted his ear buds. Flipping through his selections, he wanted something loud enough to block out the sound of banging on his door by Dean, which was certain to happen. Finally, he settled on listening to the Cadets Drum and Bugle Corps 2011 program, Between Angels & Demons, which won them the Drum Corps International Championship that year. He liked music with words, but when he was really upset, he'd rather listen to something instrumental, so he wouldn't have to process anything in his brain.
Even through the tears, he couldn't help smiling when listening to this performance. Eventually, his tears came to an end, and his breathing slowed and relaxed. Eyes closed, he let the music calm his mind. Something nudged his foot, and he sat up in shock. Dean was standing over him, with his cell phone in his outstretched hand. He wore a sad smile, as if to say he knew why he had left the bedroom. Apparently, he had found that his bedroom door was locked, so he went around to the catwalk he used the other night to watch Dean. Noticing Dean was now clothed in a t-shirt and gym shorts he took the phone unenthusiastically Joining him on the bed, he was pulled down until he was lying next to Dean, head resting on his shoulder.
"Hey, Mom. How was the trip?" he asked, though to tell the truth, he couldn't care less.
"Long, I don't know how long I'll be staying here. Aunt Katie isn't doing too well." she sighed.
"We found an old go-cart in one of those buildings. Dean said we're going to put it back together." he said, faking an enthusiastic air. At this point Dean wrapped his arm around him and laid his hand on his thigh. This startled him into almost dropping the phone.
"That's what Dean was saying. I probably won't be home for over a week honey. I'll call you every even around the same time o.k.? Are your arms feeling better?"
"Yea, actually." he said with real excitement this time. He couldn't help noticing Dean's hand had drifted down, and began to massage his crotch. Looking up to his right, Dean gave him a mischievous smile. This in turn caused him to return that smile. His Mom was saying something, but he couldn't really make it out. Dean lifted his hand and dropped it on Ben's chest. Now excited once more, he imagined his face turning red. However, Dean silently mouth the words "Later". Nodding, all of a sudden his mood lifted.
"Well I love you dear, let me say bye to Dean ok?" she said.
"Love you too." he replied, and handed the phone back to Dean.
Dean groaned, sat up, and pushed off the bed. He closed the catwalk door, turned and unlocked the bedroom door and exited. He finished listening to his iPod, and returned it to the drawer. Getting up, and left his room and went to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he wondered what would be good for dinner.
Hmmm. Nothing really looks good in here. He thought.
"Hey Dean!" he hollered from the kitchen. He heard a muffled reply, so he returned to the living room and waited until he could see Dean up on the landing. Dean emerged from the big bedroom, pulling the cell phone away from his ear and he made a questioning face down at him.
"Can we go out to eat somewhere?" he asked with a pouty face.
Nodding, he looked down at his attire and held up a finger, indicating he was going to change. Glad he had already changed into something that he could wear in public, he hurried up the stairs halfway, to a point where he could look between the polls that lined the landing rails. The light on in the bedroom made it extremely easy to see Dean changing. Though he had now seen Dean nude a number of times, he still didn't tire of gazing at his bronzed skin, toned muscles, and the dark brown hair that made up his body hair. Ben had surfed the net umpteen times looking at nude men online and had noticed a trend that more and more men began to man-scape their bodies. That was fine, but Ben liked men with the untrimmed hair. He was happy to see that Dean had not followed this new trend. Still, it looked a bit like he should have more chest hair, which meant it's possible that he shaved his chest.
Turning around, Dean caught him looking at him through the railing and smirked. Ben blushed, ducked down from the stairs, and waited by the door. Joining him, Dean wagged his finger at him and ruffled his hair.
"Sorry." he mumbled, and for the first time, he felt like a pervert. "I'm such a perv" he whispered to himself, feeling ashamed.
"You're just curious." Dean said to him with a chuckle.
They got in the truck Dean was now using. God he missed the Impala. He had been forced to leave it with Bobby. It was one of the many actions Dean had performed to make sure he was untraceable. It would be much harder for anything evil or bad to track him in the new life he was living.
"Where you want to go?" he asked, once they were driving down the road that led to the highway.
"Well, not sure, but no fast food." he replied half-heartedly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dean studying him.
"I'm going to tell you something that I'm not really proud of, but I'm sure it'll help you not feel so weird." he said with a sigh.
He glanced at Dean, who wore a tired smile.
"When I was still in my teens, and Sam was I think, 12 or 13, I caught him constantly watching me. I know he wasn't gay, just curious." he explained. He turned to gauge his reaction, which was kind of a blank stare. Ben doubted this; Dean was just trying to make him feel better.
As if he was reading his mind, Dean looked at him sharply and nodded his head, to show it was true.
"Once, while we were staying in a hotel, Sam was taking a shower, which gave me some time, so I started to beat off, the bathroom light was off, but the side lamp wasn't. I saw movement from the crack of the bathroom door, and knew he was watching me. Every once in a while, I would hear flapping sounds when I stopped moving my own hand. Later, I figured he was jerking off to watching me jerking off." Dean said with a crooked smile.
"No way!" he blurted.
"Yes. There were other times as well. This had been going on for a while, and to tell the truth I didn't really mind." he stopped, and looked at him with intensity. Taking a deep breath, he went on.
"Another time, our Dad was over in his bed in a motel, and Sam and I had one to ourselves. It wasn't a big bed. Halfway through the night, I woke to a warm wetness. At first I thought, I had a wet dream, but after a moment, I felt movement and slurping sounds. I cou-"
"Sam was sucking you off?" he blurted, even before Dean had finished the sentence. Not being able to help it, his mouth was open in a comical "o".
Chuckling, Dean nodded, and adjusted himself. Glancing down, Ben could easily tell Dean was hard. He couldn't stand it; he looked out at all four windows. This was a private driveway, so he didn't worry about getting caught.
"Dean, stop." he said with a shaky voice.
Raising his eyebrows, he slowed to a stop and looked at him. Ben reached over, and grabbed Dean's hard dick through his jeans. Due to his arms, he could get to his dick.
"Unzip your jeans." he said with forceful certainty. Dean's mouth halfway dropped down. For a moment he didn't move, just studied his face. His resolve must have looked concrete, because after a hesitation, he unzipped his jeans.
"Pull it out." he said, with the same urgency.
Dean did so, and gave him an odd look. Ben scooted over so he was leaning against his side.
"I'm going to suck you off." Ben said to him, and before Dean could object, Ben dove his head down and went at it.
"Oh my god..." Dean muttered, spreading his legs. Though he had never done this before, he knew, almost as an instinct, of how to please Dean.
"Hold it." Dean said to him, almost with a panic.
"I want to do this, please." he looked up pleading with his eyes.
"It's not that, I was just going to suggest we get out and I'll sit on the tailgate of the truck." he winked.
He looked at Dean suspiciously, wondering if this was a ploy to get Ben to stop. Dean smiled, and nodded his head,
"You can still do this, but it'll be easy from the back." he explained.
Nodding Ben got out and they closed the doors to the truck. Letting down the tailgate, he hoped on. As he settled, he finally approached Dean, reaching out a shaky hand and wrapped it around Dean's thick uncut cock. Dean flexed his cock, causing the skin to retract to the base, and precum began to leak out.
"Go for it." Dean said to him, quietly, but with real excitement.