Thanks for all the views...but I have a question...do you all want me to continue this story with just smut, or would you want me to add extra stories into it, like fighting monsters, ghosts whatnot... Like the actual show. pm me or say in a review what you'd like to see.
It must have been a dream.
Reluctantly, Dean blinked, and then opened his eyes fully. Lying in the bed, he felt a weight on his chest. Glancing down, he noticed Ben's head laid over his left pectoral, mouth inches away from his nipple. Still sleep, he had a gentle smile that made Dean smile as well. Yet, he was troubled. What had happened last night was beyond anything that he had ever wanted, or planned. Yes, Ben did it of his own free will, but still… Looking back, he wasn't going to lie to himself though. Ben's tight little virgin ass was nothing short of the tightest, warmest thing he had felt in years. Even now, the way Ben had slammed down on to his cock, made him instantly horny. He had to restrain himself though, knowing that Ben would be extremely sore today.
Not being able to help himself, he reached his fingers out, brushing them gently across Ben's bare ass. He had women tell him that they were sore after a night with his thick cock in them. Smiling, he wasn't going to deny he loved his own cock. It was perfect in his point of view: at least 7.5 inches of uncut, thick cock,with a full forest of thick hair surrounding the whole area, setting above an extremely large set of balls. Though at the moment, he peered down, they were rather empty at the moment. Yesterday had been one of the most sexually active day's he's had in recent memory.
Feeling something wet drip on to his breast, he glanced down. It seemed Ben was drooling in his sleep, the saliva leaking out of his mouth on landed on Dean's chest. Reaching over to the night stand, he grabbed a couple of Kleenex tissues and used them to clean the mess. Carefully, he shifted out of bed, stood up, scratched his bare ass, and walked to the bathroom. Finished, he quietly re-entered the bedroom to retrieve clean clothes, and headed back into the bathroom, turning the shower on. Peering behind, Ben was still sleeping on his stomach. Dean stood in the doorway for a few seconds, watching as Ben breathed heavily, naked body rising and falling. Reluctantly, he turned and stepped into the shower. Usually, his shower's were speedy and to the point. This morning, he took his time.
While in the shower, he had plenty of time to reflect on the recent events. It was clear that Ben wanted more, and to be honest, he did to. He buried his face in his hand, trying to figure out what to do. He had never really wanted to be in a relationship with another dude, sure he had fooled around with some guys, and fucked and once or twice been fucked himself. All that had just been to get off, being horny on the road, hunting monsters, ghosts, and most recently, demons. Ben was only 14 though, turning 15 within a week. Dean was well over twice Ben's age, but that he guessed age knows no bounds when it comes to …no. It wasn't love…not yet anyway. What about Lisa…
Oh, God, Lisa. He thought, now feeling royally screwed, up Shit Creek without a paddle, inside Chernobyl without a radiation suit; down…well you get the idea.
Sighing, he had no idea at all about what to do. It wasn't right to keep Lisa in the dark, or give Ben hope to where there was none. But, for some reason, he couldn't picture removing Ben from his life now. It was awful, but he now felt closer to Ben than to Lisa. Once she found out, he would be sent to prison, where he would be branded as a child molester. The two lowest ranks of prisoners were the ones that were child molesters, and animal cruelty. It didn't matter how old the child was, or if it was a boy or a girl, or even if the molester was a huge good looking guy like himself, or the skinniest book worm, the molester would be raped multiple times daily, and even killed. Those that were raped didn't receive much sympathy from the prison guards. He didn't think Lisa would report him, but still, he didn't want to think of that. Trying to find something to take his mind off of what could happen, focused on scrubbing his crotch. Glancing down, the hair immediately at the base of his cock was itchy. Closer, he discovered it was dried cum. Smiling, he figured it had settle their, when Ben's ass couldn't hold anymore. He caught movement in the corner of his eye.
He moved his head away, acting as if he hadn't seen anything. Ben was watching him, unaware that Dean saw him. Bending over, he exposed his hairy backside, and let out a loud, yet fake, moan. The light dimmed a bit as Ben snuck into the room. Keeping his eyes closed, reached around seductively, lightly poking at his exposed hole. The shower door slide open silently, letting a bit of cool air in, which Ben quickly followed. Closing the door, Ben shuffled forward, staring at Dean's ass. Shaking a bit, his hand reached forward into the crevice in front of him. Halting, he took a deep sigh, and with more confidence, he stretched his fingers out until they reached Dean's. Not skipping a beat, Dean backed up, getting closer to Ben.
Standing up straight Ben moved in, spooning Dean from behind. He stood on his tip toes, reaching his mouth forward to kiss the middle of Dean's back right below his neckline. With his good arm, he reached around took hold of Dean's hard cock, giving it a few experimental pumps. Turning his head to the right, he smiled down at Ben, who was having fun grinding his body into the back of his own.
"Ben." he said, softly, not breaking eye contact.
"Yeah," he looked up, smiling.
"Would you rim my ass, it's want's attention." he said smirking, wriggling his eyebrows.
Blushing, Ben nodded vigorously and squatted to his knees. Dean moved his leg to the right, spreading his cheeks for Ben. Using his tongue, he probed into Dean's hole. Finally, he swirled it around the entire rim, then went back to fucking his ass with his tongue. Leaning down, he made his way nibbling and sucking to Dean's balls and back. Dean, who was still standing, was slowly stroking himself, eyes closed in ecstasy. He knew what he wanted next, so he thought about how to proceed. Squatting, he looked underneath his legs, spotting Ben's erect dick, pointing directly up at where Dean wanted it to go. However, he sighed, knowing it was too early for that. Still, he knew they both had to finish carrying on with their day.
Dean turned around and looked at Ben. Ben leaned forward, as if to suck on Dean's cock. Lifting his hand, Dean pointed to take a seat on the shower floor. Pouting, Ben complied, and sat, watching Dean for instructions. Waving him closer, Ben scooted in to Dean, as close as the first time they were in the bath rub. Dean reached down, pushing his hard cock forward into a 45 degree angle, the head pointing at Ben's chest. Indicating Ben should do the same, the result was that the head's of their cocks touched either, almost like making a pyramid. Dean pushed his skin forward, the tip engulfing the head of Ben's hard dick. Though it didn't feel any better, it was still hot to watch as their dicks rubbed into each other.
"This is called docking, when an uncut guy uses the extra skin to cover another cock." He told Ben, smirking at the look on his face.
"I think its hot." he said, eyes wide, watching Dean jerked their dicks together.
"It'll be better when yours grows to its full size." he said, amused.
Stroking them together, he watched as precum began to ooze out of Ben's dick, falling on to Dean's.
"Tell me when, you're ready, so we can cum together." he said, picking up speed.
Dean loved watching Ben, his still growing body. All his senses seemed more powerful, and new sensations seem to take him by surprise, making his skin turn redder, eyes grow wide, and could even see his pulse and sweat increase. Dean was getting close himself, balls tightening, and he looked from Ben's throbbing cock, to his face, catching a twitch on his temples, alerting him to the oncoming act. Ben had briefly looked, meeting his eye, and gave a slight nod, which Dean returned.
Without further due, ropes of white cum shot out of their touching cock heads. Cum mixing and covering both of them. Both of the slits had been touching, so essential it was one large cum shot. By the time both came to rest, a large pool of cum dripped off their spent cocks, and onto the shower floor. Shaking, Ben gave Dean a lazy smile, flicking some of the cum on his hand at him. Lifting his own hand, which was much more cum covered, Dean warned Ben to be careful with a wink. Lifting his hands in defeat, Ben gave up, though grudgingly. Groaning, Dean got to his feet, washing off the mess. Ben stayed were he was, watching Dean's uncut cock become flaccid, which was still a good size. Looking down at his, and then back up he met Dean's eye.
"I like your uncut dick," he glanced down at his own and back up, "I wish mine was like that." he said with wonder.
"Hate to bust your bubble, but your one of the few cut guys that would rather be uncut. It's a big deal anymore. The trend of cutting off the extra skin has been reduced now that if being kept clean, there's no reason to remove a healthy piece of skin to a vital part of a boy's body. When the doctor's cut that piece of your penis, they took with it blood vessels and a whole bunch of sensory detectors. Look closer at mine," he said bringing Ben in close. Also lifting up Ben's to compare. "Look here, see all these veins," he pulled the skin to fully cover the head, and then he rolled it back, still keeping hold the skin that showed the veins. "All these are no long apart of yours, look how many more I have than you." he finished.
Ben had to admit, he was shocked at the differences. Shaking his head, he couldn't really fathom what to say.
"That's awful. Doesn't it hurt?" he asked looking up at Dean.
"I'm sure it hurts like hell, but babies don't have long term memories, so they can't remember. Doctor's say its fine since the gains out number the risks of keeping it. Which I think is a bunch bull s…" he cut himself off, watching his language.
"Yea…but still that was really hot what we just did." Ben said, turning on a dime back to their earlier place.
Dean chuckled, nodded, and finished cleaning up, again. Getting out of the shower, it suddenly occurred to him that lately he'd been having to clean himself more than usual. Grabbing a towel, he threw one to Ben, while holding on to one as well. Dean, no longer worried about showing too much skin, walked his nude self into the bedroom to change. Ben, however, had wrapped his towel around his waist, and stopped in the doorway, transfixed by the sight in front of him. Looking up, Dean caught this, smiled and shook his head. There was a very prominent protrusion from the front of Ben's towel. Catching his eye, Dean looked down, then back up, with raised eyebrows.
"What?" Ben asked him, looked down and rolled his eyes. "I can't help it, you're hot and naked. Before I damaged my arms, I'd jack off at least three or four times a day." Ben said, finally walking past Dean to grab his own clothes in his room.
"Three or four times?" Dean asked, amazed. This caught Ben's attention. Turning back to look at Dean, he looked worried. "Is that too much? Should I not do it that much. I've gotta be honest, I like doing it. It feels so good." he said with a far off look. Dean thought about when he first discovered masturbation, which felt like an eternity ago. Finally, he smiled and nodded, making Ben feel relieved. Turning back to his room, he walked through the door and changed. Dean turned and dressed as well. Once downstairs they made for the kitchen. The clock on the stove indicated it was past 11.
"Good grief, it's late!" he said, surprised.
"Well, we did have busy day yesterday." Ben said quietly, feeling blood rush up his face with embarrassment.
Nodding, Dean winked at him, and made his way to the fridge. rifling through it, he didn't find anything that looked appealing enough for brunch.
"Anything good?" Ben asked trying to peek over Dean's shoulders.
"Not really…" he sighed and looked back." Are you really hungry?"
Nodding adamantly, Ben looked up.
"I guess we should have gone grocery shopping last night, but other things were…" he trailed off. Ben grinned and chuckled, slightly rubbing his crotch into Dean's side. Snorting, Dean ruffled his hair, and walked to the counter. "Let's go have brunch and then shopping. We can work on the go-cart this afternoon." he said, picking up the truck keys.
"Go-cart?" Ben asked, completely confused. He stared off with far away look and finally his face brightened and nodded. "Kay" he said not looking up at Dean.
Dean was now laughing rather loudly, swatting Ben's behind as he walked past him out the door.
"What? He said, face red, "there was a lot of stuff going on yesterday, "he defended.
"Yeah, I know, just giving you a hard time bud." he replied, remembering how the whole day had been full of sexual tension between them, finally culminating in Ben losing his virginity to him. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on the day ahead.
"Hey, Dean, can I drive?" Ben asked, just as they were getting to the barn.
"Not today bud." he said firmly. Ben's face fell, but as Dean watched, it was a façade. As soon as he turned, he saw Ben's reflection in the side windows, and it wasn't hurt face, but a "darn, it didn't work face". Catching his eye in the mirror, he looked down, knowing he Dean saw I was just an act. Dean chuckled as he got in the truck. Looking over at Ben, he raised his eyebrows.
"What? I had to give it a shot, didn't I?" he said defiantly, but with a smirk. Dean nodded, and patted Ben's thigh. Scooting over, Ben sat right beside him. Pulling out of the barn, he paused, and looked Ben up and down. Putting the truck in park, he got out while it still ran. Waving his arm at Ben to join him as he stepped aside. Looking confused and on edge Ben got out and stood by him. Dean took a few steps back, Ben following for half a step. Holding up his hand, Dean meant for Ben to stay put. Now becoming nervous, Ben looked around. Dean studied him. For some reason, just today, Ben was looking more like a teenager, than a boy just starting to go into puberty. His limbs were longer, some of the baby fat that still showed in certain areas had begun to disappear. His neck was longer, and Dean was able to make out the muscles. Ben's face looked like he was almost to his late teens. Walking up to him, Dean discovered that, although Ben was nowhere near his 6' plus height, he was almost up to 5' 10". Smiling, Dean waved his arm to get in the truck.
Almost reluctantly, Ben did so, still staring sideways at him.
"Ben, I was just seeing how much you are starting to look like a young man" he said, now reaching down to lift one of Ben's hands, his fingers rather long and starting to look proportionate to his other limps.
His eyebrows still raised, it was clear Ben didn't get it.
Still in park, he turned his head to look directly at Ben. Smiling, he leaned over, but he found he didn't need to lean down too much to reach his lips. Ben kissed back, but hesitantly.
"What I mean is you no longer look much like a kid, you look more like someone who can handle more grown-up issues." he explained, making Ben look relaxed, even breaking out in a smile, thrilled. Even though they had now seen each other nude many times, Ben lifted his shirt to Dean. who jerked his head back.
"Look," he said lifting Dean's large hand and putting it directly on his chest between his breasts. "See there's hair that's growing in between? It's not just baby hair, it's actually thick and dark, like yours," he said excitedly, reaching under Dean's own shirt, brushing his chest hair. Dean nodded and laughed, letting his hand drop back to his thigh. Shifting the truck back into drive, they made their long way into town. Passing the spot where they had stopped last night to fool around, Dean turned his head to Ben, who was blushing. Turning onto the highway, Dean looked forward, and then out of nowhere, he turned to Ben.
"I can't believe you sat on my cock and rode it until I came inside you last night." he burst out, suddenly turned on directly out of the blue.
"I wanted it." Ben said quietly beside him. "I'd been spying on you for some time. I jerked off thinking about you all the time. It hurt like hell last night, but I loved it." he finished, a bit louder.
"You took my whole cock, and you know it's not small." he went on, as if to get something off his chest.
"I know." he said simply.
"Damn, you were so tight, I wanted to pound you so hard…" he trailed off, as if realizing what he was saying, and who he was saying it to.
"I' liked it when you came in me. It was hot." he said, voice still quiet, but voice now shaking with excitement. He had never heard anyone talk like that before, well, no one in person that is. He had heard it watching porn before, but it lacked something that when said in person was an unbelievable turn on.
Going against his duty to go shopping he slowed the truck and turned to Ben.
"Look, I know we both came less than an hour ago, but I'm so hard, ca-" he began, but before the sentence was over, Ben was leaning down and unzipping Dean's bursting jeans. His leaking cock burst through the opening, springing right into Ben's open mouth. Shuttering, Dean dropped his hand down into Ben's crotch, feeling his dick just as hard… Not even having drove half a mile from the long driveway, Dean made a U-turn, speeding back to the driveway and turning back down the road at a high rate of speed. Ben had almost already made him cum within the first two minutes that his mouth had wrapped around his engorged cock, so he slowly lifted his head, looking down. Looking up, Ben stared into his lust filled eyes. Coming to a halt a little closer to the house than they had stopped last night, they hurried out of the truck to the back.
Dean lifting Ben and sat him on the tail bed, and rushed into his mouth. Tongues fighting, Dean finally got Ben's pants loosened. His own pants had fallen down as soon as he had burst from the cab.
Panting, they broke apart, looking at each other.
"Are you going to fuck me again, Dean?" Ben whispered, emphasizing the word"fuck".
Dean smiled at him, mischief in his eyes.
"No." he said simply, leaning in for another kiss. Ben frowned, confused.
"You," he kissed Ben, deeply, "are going to fuck me…" he smiled, as Ben's eyes widened, his faced turned red, and he was clearly stunned. He looked down at Dean's backside.
"Are you going to fuck me, Ben?" Dean repeated Ben's words, again emphasizing "fuck".
"Really?" Ben asked, voice hoarse, feeling as though he was going to cum, even before his dick would reach Dean's furry hole.