"Dean...will you do me?" Ben had asked. The words echoed in his brain, making him feel ashamed and dirty, like a pedophile.
Looking down at a sleeping Ben, Dean glanced up at the ceiling
What have I done? He wondered.
To tell the truth, he would love nothing more than to point his thick uncut cock deep into Ben's virgin ass, but he couldn't. Sighing, he scooted out from under Ben and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Leaning forward, he buried his head in his hands. Standing up, he stretched and went into the big bathroom. Wetting a wash clothe with warm water, he wiped the now, cold mixed cum off his chest. Reaching down, he was sure to clean his dick, knowing that if he didn't clean it, it would be ten times worse than what a cut cock would smell like. That was one of the major reason's uncut cocks in America wasn't very popular, so most parents chose to circumcise their sons'. If he were to ever have a son... He turned and looked in as Ben was softly snoring with a smile across his face. Smiling himself, he finished his original thought. If he had a son, he'd leave him natural and untouched.
Rinsing out his wash clothe, he walked back into the bedroom, and began to clean the mess off Ben's naked body. Laying on his stomach, Ben didn't move as Dean cleaned his back side and into his ass crack. Not being able to help himself, he stood back and just stared at Ben's form. Soft white bubble butt sticking out, the beginnings of pubic hair becoming thicker and rougher. Moving around to the other side, he stopped at the foot of the bed and looked directly up, making out Ben's puckered hole. As he looked closer, the area between his entrance and his nuts looked slightly swelled. It seemed even now, Ben had a hard-on as he slept. Smiling, proceeded around and finished cleaning Ben back.
Sighing, he gently turned Ben over on his back, hoping to clean the mess on his front side. As he turned and ended on his back, his eyes were closed with his chest rose and fell in deep movements, meaning that Ben was still asleep. His dick, however, was awake. It stood perfectly straight above his body. The head was a darker color, still full of blood and even a couple strands of still wet cum clung from the head to his balls. Chuckling, Dean went and warmed up the cloth again, and returned and started to clean Ben's chest. Being sure to clean the base of his cock thoroughly, he wasn't surprised to see precum leaking out. Sighing, he looked down at Ben's penis and spoke.
"Sorry guy, he's already cum three times today, he needs to rest." he said quietly, to Ben's erect penis.
"Did you just talk to my dick?" Ben asked, sleepily with a sideways grin. Dean smiled at him and rubbed Ben's stomach. As he made to move away, Ben grabbed his hand and tried to pull him in. Shaking his hand, he was able to escape his clutches. Face falling; Ben looked as Dean walked back into the bathroom. Looking through some of his clean clothes he had forgotten to put away, he pulled on a wife beater and boxers. Turning off the light, he exited the bathroom and made his way back to the bed. Lying down, he made himself comfortable and tried to fall back to sleep. Just as he was about to fall back asleep, Ben shifted and leaned closer to him.
"Are you mad at me Dean?" he asked, in a whisper so quiet he was barely able to hear.
Turning on his side to face Ben he smiled at him.
"No Ben, absolutely not." he said gently.
"You're acting a bit different to me though." he replied, a little louder, but still shaky.
"Come here." he said, reaching out, and pulling Ben close to him. Ben snuggled close to him, getting as close as possible.
Dean smiled down at him, as Ben looked up at him with such uncertainty that it alarmed him. Ben tilted his chin up, closer to Dean's mouth. However, he did not move anymore, letting Dean decide what to do next. Using his hand, and tilted Ben's head forward, and then kissed his forehead. At that moment, Ben felt everything give way; Dean wouldn't do anything else with him. Now obvious, he was just a horny guy helping out a boy he felt sorry for. Tears began to fall, and his body began to spasm. Dean wrenched his head up, giving Ben a confused look, as if not understanding why Ben was hurt. This made Ben pause, himself now confused. Tilting his head, Dean made his decision, leaned down, and kissed Ben deeply. It was full of want and excitement, and an unspoken bond that they shared.
It wasn't for pity, or because he was horny, not even because he just wanted to fool around with something new. This was more. Not being able to help it, Ben smiled into the kiss, and Dean followed suit. Dean was now certain with something he had been wondering since their playing around became more intimate. Wondering if he should let it go, or confirm his suspicious. Sighing, he looked down at Ben again.
"You're gay, aren't you Ben? This isn't just playing around or being curious, you know who you are, don't you?" he said softly, but with certainty. Immediately Ben started to shake, and scoot away from him. Acting as if Dean was going to hurt him, he became alert and wary.
"Are you going to hit me, or tell my mom?" he asked voice tight and full of emotion.
"Of course not, why would I do that to you?" Dean said, shocked.
"But..." Ben said, confused.
"Tell me." he said, smiling.
Ben didn't say anything, but gave a single purposeful nod. Looking up, he felt suddenly free, as if a huge weight had been lifted off of him.
Dean smiled back at him, pride showing across his face.
"Never be afraid of me judging you for that. You can't help how you are. You're a hot little dude, and someone is going to love getting fucked by you in the future." he finished.
"You think so?" Ben asked him, eyebrows raised.
"Yep I would if I wasn't so old." he winked.
"What?" said Ben, face turning red.
Dean bit his lip. It seemed he accidentally let his mouth run too much tonight. He had to keep reminding himself Ben was only 14, and doesn't turn 15 until next week. Sighing, he shook his head, refusing to answer Ben again. Still his eyes bore into him, desperate for more. Dean really was starting to get sleepy again. Even as Ben watched him, he stretched and got more comfortable. Though Ben was still looking intently at him, he couldn't help drift away. Just before he was about to fall sleep he heard Ben say something, to which he unknowingly agreed, now asleep.
"I'm going to play with your cock while you fall asleep." is what Ben said. When Dean said ok, he was thrilled. Already excited, and reached down and took hold of Dean's cock through his boxers. Though soft, he began to grow. Pulling the skin back from the head of his cock, he kept moving it up and down in different speeds, leaning down and licking at the head, and finally reaching in his boxers, pulling out Dean's massive nuts. They soon were wet and pulled tight to his body. How in the world Dean could sleep through something like this he neither knew or cared, but he kept going. Reaching his hand into his own boxers, he pulled out his dick and pumped it quickly. He yearned to do something more, but wasn't certain how to proceed. Sighing, he reached around and fingered himself, scissoring and widening his hole.
Not knowing how long he spent playing with his hole, he finally decided to try his idea. Slipping off his boxers, he kept playing with his hole. Leaning down over Dean's thick uncut cock, he wrapped his lips around the head, wetting the shaft as much as possible. Finally, shakily, he scooted his body to hover over Dean's crotch. Holding on to a pole that held the canopy over the bed, he lowered himself, using his other hand to hold Dean's cock in place, at least until it sat at his entrance. Feeling the head of Dean's cock rub against his hole, he let it go, now using both hands to steady him holding onto the canopy poles. This gave him greater control with how fast he was going to go down onto Dean's cock. His eyes still closed tight with a steady rhythm of sleep, Ben lowered himself.
He bit his lip, as the head of Dean's cock slowly made its way to the rim.
Holy fucking god...he thought, as pain blossomed all around his entrance. Feeling as if he was about to split into from his hole up, he halted and waited. Though he was no longer hard himself because of the pain, Dean's dick seemed to grow more, becoming stiffer, as if anticipating what was to come. He had no idea how long he sat their, possibly ten or fifteen minutes, before he felt safe enough to proceed. With a pop, the cock head had finally made it swallowed by his ass. He felt an immediate relief as the biggest part of the cock had made it past the rimmed barrier, leaving the thinner shaft to continue. Breathing hard, with a triumphant spirit, he lowered himself slowly until his ass settled at the hairy base of Dean's cock. At this point, Dean woke.
Eye's opening, Dean felt his cock surrounded by something so incredible, he couldn't remember the last time it felt this good. It almost felt as good as the first time he had ever fucked a pussy. Blinking, he stared up at a blurry form on top of him. After a few seconds, his eyes adjusted and he made out Ben, sitting on top of him, with his dick completely inside of his tight , tight ass. He couldn't move, he was aware of how painful this must be to Ben, and still for the life of him couldn't tell or make Ben get off of him. It just felt so fucking good. Glancing down, he was amazed as Ben began pulling himself upward by hanging on to something. Fascinated, he watched as his thick cock appeared and disappeared every time Ben moved up and down.
"Ben." he said, voice shaky, scared, and raw.
"Is this good?" Ben looked down asking him, as he raised his pelvis higher in the air, then dropped back down, slapping onto his groin.
"Fuck," Dean said, not being able to say much more. Ben smiled brightly at him and lifted himself up and down again, building speed.
"Yea?" he smirked, still building speed.
Dean groaned, looking up at him with pure unashamed lust. He started to open his mouth to say something more, but Ben slammed down on him, still holding himself from something overhead.
"Ass...fucking...good...tight...gunna ..." he moaned out
Ben slammed down again.
"cum..." Dean whispered, eyes bugging out.
Ben lifted himself up until just the tip of Dean's cock was in his ass, then he let it all go and slammed his whole body hard onto Dean's engorged cock.
"Ohh..." Dean moaned. Balls tightening, breath labored, hips jerking wildly, he shot his load into Ben's ass as he slammed down for the last time. It felt as if all the liquid in his body was shooting through his cock, stomach pulling in, veins bulging, and his vision went white. Laying there, spurt after spurt kept erupting in Ben. Ben, sitting atop Dean, felt his body shake, until he felt Dean's dick swell, pulsing with his heart beat. Next he felt a hot liquid erupt inside him, hitting the walls of his ass, coating the inside with cum. The feeling was very new, but he liked it, especially when a bit began to surround that wonderful bump inside that was his prostate. With that, his own dick began to swell, and before he could reach down, Dean had wrapped one of his big heads around it, gave two or three strokes, and he came onto Dean's chest, again.