Sorry to the person who was excited that Ben was going to do Dean, but I felt it was to much to fast, it will happen though. I've been wanting to write another hot story from Supernatural, so instead of creating a whole story around it, I'm going to work it into this one.
Ben stared down at Dean's ass. Though, he wasn't staring right at it, more like a side view, as Dean was facing him, a wide smirk spread across his lips. Leaning down, Dean was watching him, amused at his expression. Lifting his very shaky hand, he reached out, almost as if he were about to shake hands. Turning sideways, Dean walked forward a bit, so his ass was within his reach. Looking down, Ben was still able to see Dean's cock sticking out under his waist, the extra skin hanging over the head, but precum was still dripping from the slit. Taking a side step, Dean's rear finally came into Ben's hand reach.
"How are you going to fuck me, Ben?" he asked, his voice hoarse and yet excited. "Doggy? " Turning completely around, backing his furry ass into Ben's dick, but just before it touched the entrance, he turned again.
"Missionary?" He jumped and laid his back onto the truck bed, legs in the air, while a stunned Ben, timidly and reached down to cup Dean's massive nuts, barely touching Dean's hole before yet again, Dean moved.
"Or" he began, jumping off the bed of the truck, walked up to Ben, who was still sitting on the truck tailgate, and kissed him quickly. Then, Dean pushed onto Ben's chest until his back was lying on the truck bed. Dean followed by jumping on the bed, then lowering his ass right over Ben's very hard, wet dick. "Do want me to ride you?" He whispered, leaning down to kiss a very excited Ben. Dean looked at him and waited, but Ben couldn't think what to do or say, so he just sat there, looking into Dean's green eyes. Raising an eyebrow, he waited. Still Ben was silent. Smiling, Dean lowered himself down, reaching his hand down underneath to aim Ben's dick straight into Dean's furry, hot ass.
Stopping for a moment, just as he felt the head of Ben's dick touch his entrance, he looked down and waited. Ben was so hard it hurt. This felt like his dreams, well one of his dream's, were coming true. Smiling up at Dean, he nodded, bright eyed and waited, rather impatiently. He looked down, watching as the view of his dick was replace by Dean's lowing nuts. Ben looked up again, too quickly though, because his neck hit a bolt on the truck bed.
"Ouch!" he said looking to the side; automatically his cheek hit another one, which hurt a lot worse. Hissing, his good arm reached over to his cheek. Feeling wet, he looked at his hand and noticed a red wet liquid. Immediately, Dean was off him, and had picked him and stared at his bleeding cheek. It didn't really hurt, Ben thought, thankful. Dean had hurriedly pulled his pants up and ran around to the cab, and began rifling around for something. Ben sighed, and reached down to lift his pants up, pissed he had ruined the mood. His boner had gone limp as soon as he saw the blood. He looked down, quickly lifting his good hand to wipe away a couple of tears. The tears weren't from him being hurt, physically or mentally, but more were tears of fury at himself.
Returning to his side, Dean had some paper towels and began to hold it at his cheek. His eyes were full of concern. Ben gave him a sorry smile, than before Dean could smile back, he once again hung his head. He felt his chin lifted by a hand. Dean waited until Ben finally looked at him with both eyes, before he smiled.
"This isn't over," he smiled wickedly, "I promise you that." he said, with a grin.
"Really" Ben asked, desperate.
"Absolutely, I still want you to fuck me, Ben." he said winking, and then laughing at Ben's obvious relief.
"Good, because I still want to, hard, seriously." he said straight faced, but his ears and forehead turning red.
"You will, but maybe this was a sign that maybe we should do business before pleasure." he said looking disappointed himself.
Smiling, Ben agreed, and waited as Dean cleaned him up. Dean held the paper towel to his cheek, letting it cut off the blood flow. Ben realized how closed Dean was when his thigh bumped into his own. Keeping his face features straight, he reach down and unzipped Dean in one graceful move. Jumping, he looked down, even as Ben worked Dean's chubby, yet now growing cock, back out in the open.
"Move closer Dean, " he said, seriously and pulling him in by his expanding cock.
Not missing a beat, he complied, and watched as Ben leaned down, wrapping his lips around Dean's now hard cock. He hadn't even noticed that Ben had stopped bleeding, so he just watched, until he could tell it was about to happen. Closing his eyes, he leaned back, took hold of Ben's head and forced it to stay down. Stomach contracting, he let loose his cum into Ben's mouth. Shuddering, he released Ben's head, his own knees now shaky; he leaned forward, and took hold of the tail gate until his orgasm came to an end. Glancing down, shook his hand, rubbed the back of Ben's neck affectionately. Ben looked to the ground, as if embarrassed.
"Unzip your pant's Ben and I'll suck you off." Dean said quietly He didn't wait for Ben to do it though, because he unzipped them himself, and in one swift move, Ben's dick was in his mouth. Sitting on the tail gate, he glanced down at Dean. His lips were locked around his smaller dick, but yet he made it count. He felt it coming, a tingle in his balls, and a hitched breath.
"Just imagine your blowing your load in my hot ass." Dean said quietly, lifting his mouth off his dick a second. That little phrase was all it took before he came in Dean's mouth. Gasping and groaning, he finally settled, and looked up at Dean who was smiling sweetly.
"I still want to fuck you" he once again said to Dean.
Laughing, Dean nodded and headed back to the cab.
"Well by the time we make it into town, it'll be lunch time. I wasn't too hungry before, that's changed due to…certain events." Dean looked over at him with a wink, and then went on. "Despite having a recent intake of…juices." again, he winked.
Ben looked down smirking, feeling his ears turning red. Looking out the side window, he became lost in his thoughts, not even noticing the scenery. Dean seemed to really liking how things were going for them. Ben didn't know exactly how Dean felt; though he had a feeling it was far more than just sex. The way Dean would look at him seemed to be softer, and more affectionate than before their messing around began. Honestly, he didn't really know himself how he felt toward Dean. Since he started puberty and figured out he was only into guys, most of his masturbatory sessions seemed to focus on him, despite the fact he hadn't seen him often and had far many more guys friends his own age. Once, Dean told him at the beginning that he thought he was his.
Some people wouldn't experience love until they were old, like 35, and some even never found it at all. How was he, at 15, supposed to have love this early in life? What about this Mom? Thinking about her, it was awful what was happening behind her back. She truly liked Dean very much, and he knew Dean liked her as well. Still, though he cared for Dean like mad, he also felt odd that he wasn't jealous of Dean and his Mom's affections for each other. She wouldn't be gone long, most likely returning in just a few days. Once she returned, what was going to happen? For his part, there was no way he was going to stop messing around with Dean even when his mom was back. They would have to figure something out, he hoped. Knowing he should just stay silent, he couldn't help but bring this up.
"What are we going to do when Mom comes back?" he turned to Dean, face totally serious.
Briefly, Dean turned to look at him for a moment, then returning his gaze to the road. Biting his lip, he didn't say anything for a while. Ben could tell Dean was thinking, and that he had already been trying to think of a solution. His jaw clinched, a vein on his nick began to appear, and he tightened his hold to the steering wheel. Opening his mouth, as if to say something, he hesitated and closed it, shaking his head. Ben had never seen Dean like this, seeming almost helpless. Finally, he gave a heavy sigh and turned to him, slowing the truck down.
"I honestly don't know Ben. I care for your mom deeply. She's one of the most memorable and sweet ladies that have ever been in my life. Taking me in, letting me live with her young son, even though she knows how dangerous and messed up my past is. I've never wanted to be with a guy for anything more than a good time. You," he gave a small smile. "You're different, and I can't see my life without you in it. You're a neat guy with a level head, and yet still have a great sense of handling things with humor. I can tell you care for me more than just a friend. I'm reluctant with this, but I feel the same way with you. The problem is we both love your mom, for different reasons. I have a feeling even when she comes back, I'm still wanna…be with you, mentally and physically." he reached over and laid his very large hand on his inner thigh.
"I feel the same." he replied to Dean, placing his hand on the same spot on Dean.
"Do you have any ideas on how we can work this out?" Dean asked him seriously.
"No. I have no idea what we're going to do. Let's just think this over for a bit. When will Mom come back?" he asked Dean as the truck gained speed.
"Well I-" his reply was abruptly cut off as a loud jingle from Dean's cell phone. Smirking, he reached into his pocket for his cell. "I wonder who that could be." he chuckled.
He watched, amused as Dean opened the cell, and he could read "Lis" on the digital caller I.D.
"Well what a coincidence. We literally were just talking about when you'd be comi-" he cut his sentence off, smile fading. His face turned serious and he glanced over at Ben.
His stomach clinched, and he watched as Dean's face grew ever more strained.
"When?" Dean asked. He waited a while, listening into his cell. "For how long?"
Still listening, Dean turned and looked at him gravely. He was becoming inpatient now, seeing the look on Dean's face.
"What's going on?" he demanded, tired of waiting. Dean raised a finger and continued to listen. After another minute, he handed the cell to he.
"What's going on Mom?" he asked, unable to keep the panic out of his voice.
"You're aunt is very, very sick. We aren't positive what it is, but apparently it's contagious, and I've got it now. Luckily, since I'm in god health I'll be able to fight off the infection. I don't think Aunt will be able to make it though. She's going into a long term care facility, and we won't know for how long. Since I've got it too, I have to with her. We won't be able to see each other for some time; otherwise you could end up with the same. This mean's I won't be able to come home for at least two weeks, probably longer. I won't be able to see you for your birthday in two days honey." she explained, but with a calm voice that betrayed how awful the situation was.
"You won't be here for my birthday?!" he said, unable to keep the hurt out of his voice. He felt a tear form and drop from the corner of his eye. Dean reached over and rubbed the back of his neck, then pulling him to sit closer to him.
"I'm sorry Ben. We didn't know it was contagious, or I would have stayed away. Aunt has to have a whole lot of tests, and I have to take a few, but just as a precaution. First I have to go into quarantine." she said in a soft voice.
"What does a computer virus have to do with you being sick?" he asked confused.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, sounded even more confused then he did.
"When a computer detects a virus, a box with a warning pops up, saying that a specific male ware or program is very suspicious and it should be put into quarantine where it could be studied to make sure it can be removed before doing any more damage." he explained. He sighed, forgetting his mother was from an older generation.
"Oh, well that's basically the same thing. I'm going to be cut off from anyone else just in case I am contagious. That's probably where that term came from." she said, " Anyways, I've got to go, I love you so much, and I'll call you tomorrow." he finished.
"Love you to Mom, talk to you tomorrow." he said, sighing heavily, handing the cell back to Dean, he smiled softly at him. He listened while Dean said his goodbyes. Ben sighed again, and laid his head against Dean's breast. He couldn't help it, he was now thoroughly depressed. All of a sudden, he felt like a little kid, mad that his Mom wouldn't be there for his birthday. Deep down he knew his mom would be there if she could, but the irrational side of him was taking over at the moment. Closing his eyes, he was no longer hungry. Dean was saying something to him, but it just faded into the background. Feeling a hard grab on his crotch finally caught his attention.
"Hello, earth to Ben!" Dean said loudly.
"Huh?" he looked up Dean, who glanced down with a half smile.
"What do you want to eat?" he was asked.
"I don't really care, not hungry anymore to tell the truth." he said, leaning his head back on Dean's chest.
Dean sighed, and they kept driving into the city limits. Feeling the truck come to a stop, he sat and looked around. They were sitting in the parking lot to Steak N Shake. In spite of himself, he had to give a grudging smile to Dean. Dean beamed, extremely pleased with himself. Once inside, his appetite had returned, and now he was starved. After eating, they got back in the truck and headed across the street to a Wal-Mart to get groceries. Inside, they made their way slowly around the store. Starting at the bakery, where Dean went crazy with all the choices of pies. He laughed, watching as Dean rushed up to a free sample stand where there were over a dozen kinds of pie for him to try. What was really funny was he didn't seem to swallow the pieces; instead he just shoved them all in, making him look like a chipmunk with his cheeks bursting. It seemed all Dean wanted was to get him to laugh, which he accomplished easily. As they made their way past the electronics, he heard his name. Turning, he recognized was of his few friends he had made after moving to the area.
"S'up, B?!" he said, with a bit of a lisp.
""Hey Josh!" he said with a shy smile. Josh was a year older and a grade higher than him. A couple inches taller, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and was a really good singer. Josh was the only out kid at the high school Ben now went to. He was big enough and popular enough that he didn't have to worry about a lot of other kids beating him up for being gay. It seemed Josh had figured out Ben was gay, and every time they met, they flirted.
"You been alright?" Josh asked him, giving him a brilliant smile, and a look up and down his body.
"I've been alright I guess." he said quietly as Dean gave Josh and up and down look. The way he was looking at Josh said he did not approve of the way Josh was look at him. For some reason, deep down, Ben liked to think it that Dean was jealous. Josh eyed Dean, kind of like a hungry cat looking at a mouse.
"I'm Dean." Dean said loudly, moving forward to cut off a direct line of site between Josh and him. Raising an eyebrow, Josh took his hand and shook loosely.
"Josh." he said, giving Dean a sly smile. This time, it was Ben who didn't like the way Josh was looking at Dean.
"Dean lives with my mom and me." he told Josh, feeling a bit smug as Josh looked envious.
"So, you have time for a movie sometime?" Josh turned back to him, but still with a good view of Dean out of the corner of his eye.
"Sorry, I'm going to be busy at home for a while. All sorts yard work, my mom is staying with an Aunt because she's sick. Well, you got my number, text me anytime Josh." he said as he made his way past him patting his shoulder. Dean nodded and walked on the other side of him as they passed in front of Josh. Just after passing him, Josh had reached out and cupped his butt, making sure Dean didn't see. Feeling his ears burning, he winked at Josh and waved bye. Once finished shopping, they returned to the truck to make the long drive home. Just as they pulled onto the main road, Ben had a craving for frozen custard.
"Can we swing by and get some more frozen custard?" he asked Dean eagerly.
Dean smiled and nodded, and they soon made their way through the drive thru, instead of parking and walking up to the counter.
"So, your friend seemed to be checking you out very obviously." Dean said as they were about half way home.
"Yea, he's the only out gay guy at my school. He's an alright guy, always flirting with me." he told Dean, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Well, that's not surprising; you're a real neat guy. It's not every guy I let fuck me. I've only ever let one other guy fuck me, and of course you're going to fuck me." Dean said quietly to him, making his voice sound husky, which caused Ben to shift a bit as he started to get hard.
"I can't believe you're going to let me fuck you. I mean, "He searched for the words. "To me, I never thought you to ever have had to had any man on man sex. Even if you did, the way you act, I would have pegged you as a top if you ever did do gay sex." he said looking up at Dean, not helping to notice a hard line in his pants on Dean's thigh.
"Well, when you move around as a hunter, most other hunter's are guys, and women, well they are turned on by the bad boy coming to rescue the day, but honestly, the small amount of free time you have is with other hunters. Seeing as most are men, you're going to end up fooling around with other guys. "He finished, his the lump on his thigh still growing. Ben reached over and started to rub it while Dean continued to drive.
"Who was the other guy who you let fuck you?" he asked Dean. As he watched, Dean's face turned red and he looked out the window. "Sorry, forget it Dean." he said quickly, hoping not to make him mad.
"I want to tell you, but it's so weird and…wrong. I feel disgusted, and yet totally turned on every time I think of what happened." Dean said quietly, still looking out the window.
"You don't have to, I was just wondering." he said. The only thing he could think of that would turn Dean on and disgust him was Sam. He could see how it would disgust him because Sam was his brother, but that didn't stop him from realizing Sam was still hot. Riding in silence, they finally arrived home. After taking in all the groceries, Dean went to park the truck while he put them away. Dean closed the door and helped him finish putting things away. Finally finished, they headed to the living room to rest. Still wanting to know who fucked Dean, he asked once more, only because Dean hadn't sounded mad when he first asked.
"I won't get mad, but I wanna know who the other was. I won't tell anyone, and I won't judge you, but it's driving me crazy." He waited, trying to gage Dean's face.
Sighing, Dean nodded and patted the seat beside him. Joining Dean, he couldn't help but rub Dean's body all over, just loving the how Dean's muscles moved under his finger tips. Dean still hesitated, scratching his chin, so he decided to cheat and grab hold of Dean's crotch. He rubbed it with great force, causing Dean to groan and finally tell him of the story of who was the first person that got to fuck Dean Winchester.