Deciding on Japanese, they sat around a chef that did all sorts of tricks with his cooking utensils, flipping meats, and sautéing vegetables with four other diners. Dean sat on the end, Ben next to him on a corner, next to him a girl a couple of years older with her boyfriend, and an elderly couple directly across from Dean and himself. Every once in a while, Ben would steal glances at the young man on the other side of the girl next to him. He was very good looking, jet black shoulder length hair, dark tanned skin, and hazel eyes. Still, Dean was so much hotter. Smiling down into his lap, he kept thinking about what had happened earlier. He had sucked Dean Winchester's cock, and swallowed his cum. Never having tasted cum before, he had no idea what it was suppose to taste like. His was salty, but the amount Dean had produced was shocking. Barely able to fit his mouth completely around the head of his dick, containing the massive volume of fluid in his mouth was impossible.

His nuts were so big, with a darker skin color tone of tan, and quite a lot of hair that covered the whole area, and down into the crease of his ass. "Oh man, his ass" he thought, closing his eyes. The hair was ample, and it hadn't tasted bad at all. Expecting his ass to taste awful because that was where...well you know what comes out of it. Instead, it was a musky, with a scent of Irish spring soap. He felt a weight fall on his thigh and looked up at Dean. Nodding his head at the chef, he raised his head as the chef began flipping the spice shakers, and simultaneously chopping noodles on the cooking surface. He watched, but kind of stared past the chef, thinking about when Dean wrapped his lips around his own cock. He had almost cum at that exact instant, but willed himself to control it. Dean Winchester had given him his very first blow job, and he had even swallowed it.

Moving his sprained arm down to his right, he was surprised to find it didn't hurt at all. Slowly rotating his wrist, he waited for the pain to flare. He felt nothing, so he attentively straightened the arm all the way out. At this point, he was smiling with relief and it was almost as if a great weight was lifted off his mind. Looking up at Dean, caught his eye, and nodded his head to look down. It seemed Dean was expecting something dirty, because he shook his hand. Still, Ben shook his own with a smile and lifted his arm up to show Dean. Grabbing his arm, Dean gently moved it around, a smile slowly spreading across his face. They were brought back to reality, when it seemed the other diners were staring at them with interest. Ben felt his face burn with embarrassment, and he looked down. Dean however, decided to share the news so no one would get the wrong idea.

"His right arm has been sprained for over a week. As you can see, his left is broken, so his life has been hard recently. It seems his sprained arm is now healed, so his life has just gotten easier." Dean told them, smiling and winking at Ben.

The other diners smiled and made gestures of congratulations. The chef bowed, indicating his pleasure, by giving Ben another large piece of chicken added to his order, and as well as him saying something in Japanese. Neither he nor Dean knew what this meant, but the older couple across from them looked surprised, and indicated that Dean and his order were "on the house" tonight. Dean ruffled his hair, and Ben looked up at the chef and murmured his thanks. Face still burning; he glanced at Dean with an embarrassed grin. Secretly though, he was a bit saddened. Now that his arm was working, Dean wouldn't need to help him anymore, with anything.

The meal was incredible, and by the time they walked out of the restaurant Ben was so tired.

"Have you ever had frozen custard?" Dean said, stopping and looking off to their right. Glancing in the same direction, there was a brightly lit building that looked like a concession stand. A big rotating sign above it said "Freddy's Frozen Custard", below it said "now open till midnight".

"I don't think so. If it's anything like yogurt, no thanks." he looked up at Dean with a scrunched face.

"Don't like yogurt...I don't either, though I could go for some-" Dean said with a smirk, but was cut off before he said the last word.

"Pie," he chuckled at Dean.

"That predictable huh?" he asked, nudging him off the sidewalk. He shrugged, and nudged him back." Let's go ahead and walk up there, you won't regret it." he said, steering him toward the place.

By the time they had their frozen custard and got back to the truck, it was after 11 pm. Getting in; Ben chuckled to himself, yawning.

"Saw that." Dean said, still working on his medium order. Ben had only gotten a small, in case he didn't like it. He loved the taste, and the smoothness.

"Go ahead and lie down in the seat, get some rest." he said, rubbing the back of Ben's neck. Nodding, he carefully lay down, still worried that his newly healed sprained arm had lulled him into a false sense of security. He couldn't really get comfortable, so stretched out, and his head finally rested on Dean lap. Very aware of where he was, leaned so head back, until it lightly pressed into Dean's crotch. Dean mumbled something, and lay his hand on his cheek, then started to rub his back. Before he knew it, he was asleep. Oddly enough, he didn't have any dreams, and the next time he woke, he was next to Dean in the big bedroom. Looking at the side table, the digital clock said it was 2:19. Hearing snoring behind him, he rolled and found Dean asleep on his back, legs apart, and head turned away from him.

Now fully awake, he remembered their conversation on the way to get dinner. Dean said that once Sam had given him a blow job under the covers while he was asleep. Smirking, he waited and listened to the rhythm of Dean's snoring. Once he was sure that Dean really was asleep, he scooted over as carefully as he could. Now that he knew that he wouldn't get in trouble and make Dean mad, he was able to reach out with an unshaky hand, and brushed his fingers over Dean's upper body. Dean's snoring remained unchanged, so he was certain he was still asleep. He then reached down to his lower body, and felt. It seemed the only thing Dean was wearing was right briefs. Ben thought Dean would be wearing boxers, but he was pleased he was wearing something tighter.

Suddenly, he had an urge to mouth Dean's soft cock, and let it grow to its full size while still in the briefs. Ducking under the cover's he scooted down as smoothly as he could. Finally position, he lowered his face, and sniffed Dean's crotch. Loving the smell, he opened his mouth as wide as he could, he gently pressed into Dean's crotch. It was soft, but even as he mouthed it tighter, Dean's cock began to grow. He abandoned his original idea of letting Dean sleep; he now wanted to do much more. Growing, it seemed to reach its full size within ten seconds. Mouthing his nuts, he was jolted when a hand rubbed the back of his head. Reaching his hand through the opening of Dean's under wear, he pulled Dean's thick cock through, though with difficulty due to its size. Finally, it poked though the opening, standing vertical. Using his tongue, Ben licked between the head of the dick and the foreskin, causing Dean to groan loudly from above the covers.

He was yanked up by his hair, ending up on top of Dean. Just before he reaches his mouth, Ben nibbled Dean's right nipple on the way. Finally reaching Dean's mouth, Ben kissed him deeply, while lining up his smaller body with Dean's. He felt his dick being maneuvered out of the opening in his boxers. Dean's hand gave it a couple of pumps, and then using both hands, he gripped both of their cocks and began fisting them together. Letting go of their cocks, Dean used both arms and reached over Ben's back and took hold of Ben's ass. Both of their cocks were now leaking precum, making their movements extremely slippery.

He could feel that tingly feeling now, hit nuts began to tighten, thrusts becoming erratic, and his breathing hitched.

"Wait for me Ben." Dean whispered in his ear. Biting his lip, he whimpered. Figuring he didn't have much time, he pressed into Ben harder, with more frequency. Ben couldn't hold it anymore and he looked up at Dean. Nodding, Dean made one last forceful grind, and they came. Shuttering, Ben laid his head on Dean's chest, feeling their cum shoot between their bellies. Dean's breathing was labored, and he spasmed a couple more times before his sensations came to an end. Losing his strength, Ben slipped his arm and their messy, cum covered bellies slapped together, the hot fluid mixing, and pooling Dean's belly button, and the rest began to dribble down the sides of his chest.

"Dean?" he whispered, already falling back asleep.

"Hmm?" Dean murmured.

"Will you do me?" he asked, falling asleep even as he said his last word.

Dean, who was about to fall back asleep, found he was suddenly not tired...