"That was hot!" Ben burst out at Dean from on the floor. Glancing down, Dean hadn't noticed Ben had relocated to the floor. During his entire story, Ben had been right up next to him. A couple times he had felt Ben massage his already swollen crotch. Smiling, Dean gave a grudging smile, and gave a single nod. Truthfully, he had to agree. Even in this modern era, incest was still looked down upon. In most situations, he had to agree with those views. In reality, he still didn't think it was fair to think what had happened was gross. Neither he, nor his father had known about each other, and to be fair, they were both very hot, at least in his opinion. Deep down, he liked to tell himself that if he had known that J was his father, they wouldn't have done anything. Still, there was a tiny part in the back of his mind that said it wouldn't have mattered.
"That was so hot." he repeated. At this point, Dean looked closer at what Ben was doing on the floor. It appeared he was making slow pumping movements.
"Are you grinding into the floor?" he asked incredulously, laughing as Ben's face turned red. He shrugged, and then tried to play off his embarrassment by attempting a dignified cough. Suddenly, Dean got an idea and he shifted down to the floor, lying on his belly just as Ben had done. Alarmed, Ben stared at him with curiosity. Scooting forward until his mouth was against Ben's ear he spoke.
"That was hot." he whispered, and then nibbled on Ben's ear. Shuttering, Ben tilted his head into closer to Dean's mouth. Smirking, he blew more hot air into Ben's ear. Pulling his head back, he stared into Ben's now, hooded eyes.
"Did my story make you hot?" He whispered again. Ben nodded, his breathing became hitched.
"Is your cock hard, do you feel precum leaking out?" he asked him, even quieter than before.
Ben nodded, lifting his hips and bringing them down to the floor.
"Show me." he breathed. Leaning forward, Ben kissed him, deep and hard. Their tongues began a furious battle, but Dean let Ben win.
"Show me." he repeated, lifting his arm and reached back to his jean clad ass slightly raised in the air. Twisting his hand, Dean forced his hand under his own waist line, pushing it down deep into his crevice, finally using his finger to slightly push the ring of muscles that kept his hole tight. Ben nodded, and shuffled on his hands and knees forward and slowly climbed atop Dean. Feeling weight on him, he could easily feel Ben's hardened cock through his jeans as him began to grind into him. Slowly, Dean felt Ben push his crotch into his ass. Feeling the weight decrease; he glanced back as Ben sat up, as if straddling his ass. Smiling, he watched Ben slipped his hand under his pants. Having a smaller hand, it was much easier for him to insert it under the fabric and eventually a finger probed Dean's hole. As it entered his puckered hole, Dean thrusted his hips down, grinding his dick into the floor.
"I'm so hard Ben." he said, turning his head sideways, glancing up at Ben's flushed red face. Biting his lip, Ben leaned down and kissed the back of Dean's neck. Feeling his breath hit his ear, he knew Ben was going to say something.
"Dean…" he trailed off…
"Yes?" he asked, looking sideways.
"I want to do it now." he said, voice very shaky, kissing his ear. Smiling, this was exactly what Dean had in mind when he joined Ben on the floor.
"Yea?" he asked.
Ben whimpered, nodded, and then leaned down, kissing Dean's cheek. Ben spread his arms, and wrapped them down and around Dean's chest, then using his arm to squeeze between the floor and Dean's front side, finally reaching his goal. Dean lifted his lower half enough for Ben to easily unbutton and unzip Dean's pants. Keeping the position, Ben reached his hand in and took hold of his leaking huge cock. He shuttered, as his cock was stroked a couple times. He groaned when Ben released him, but smiled as he felt Ben begin to pull his jeans down his body. Ben paused, reached down and around, trying to find the waist band of his underwear. Sneakily, Dean had decided to go commando today, hoping something like this would happen. With his jeans around his ankles, Ben slid back, apparently looking at the half naked form of the guy in front of him.
"God your so hot Dean." he whispered so low it was obvious it hadn't meant to come out, it was more of a talking to himself sort of thing Sighing, Dean looked forward, hearing Ben shuffle around behind him. The sound of Ben undressing with his ass in the air was such a turn on. The sound stopped abruptly, and Dean was about to turn his head to the side when he felt hot air on his ass. A moment later, a hot wetness spread over his ass and eventually down to his entrance. Dean groaned as he reached his hands to the side, holding the carpet fibers so tight, it felt like he was about to pull the strands right out of the carpet base. He howled as Ben forced his tongue into his ass, swirling it around in as many techniques as possible. At the same time, he felt Ben's hand reach under him, and then it took hold of his uncut dick, which was soon in motion as Dean fucked Ben's hand in time with the probing of his hole. He couldn't imagine what this looked like, a 14 year old boy using Dean Winchester as a bitch. His hot hairy ass pointed in the air, being tongue fucked, while he fucked into a hand with his huge cock. He felt a sting of pain and he looked back as Ben slapped his ass with a hand, while still rimming him like there was no tomorrow. Closing his eyes, he smiled inwardly knowing this was so wrong. Another hard slap and he opened his eyes, looking up at a smirking Ben. He was no longer jerking Dean off, but was instead slowly working his own cock.
"Are you going to fuck me, Ben." he said breathlessly up at him. Ben had a broad smile, but instead of saying anything more, he scooted forward and placed the head of his red, leaking cock at the ring of Dean's hot, tight, wet ass. Then he looked troubled and backed up.
"What's wrong Ben?" he asked, concerned. He hesitated, and then he sighed as he looked at him.
"I can't tell …this is so hot Dean." he said, voice shaky. Dean nodded.
"But, I'm not going to last, that's how hot this is. I'll probably cum in less than a minute. I've been wanting this forever, and now that it's happening, I know it's going to be too much." he said, disappointed.
"That's ok bud. We can," he paused, and then looked up smiling, "we will do this again. When I first did it, I think I came after only a few thrusts, and I didn't lose my virginity until I was 16." he was happy to see this cheered Ben up immensely. Nodding enthusiastically, he repositioned himself at entrance. Though Dean's neck was starting to hurt, he wouldn't miss the look Ben was going make after he was in him all the way for anything.
"Fast or slow?" he asked, briefly looked down and meeting Dean's eyes.
"That's up to you, I can take it, and I want you to make this the best for you." he said, winking at him. Smiling nervously, Ben nodded, and then pushed his dick in his hole enough so that using his hands were no long required to keep it from missing. He paused, and then looked at him with an odd look.
"Can we switch into a different position, I want to be able to look at you more." he said with a shy look. Dean nodded, and let Ben position him ever he wanted. When the carpet felt like it was going to give him rug burn, he frowned. Understanding Dean picked up Ben in one swift move, and swiftly went up the stairs and into the big bedroom. He spun around, jumped backwards onto the bed and scooted his head to the pillows. Releasing Ben, Dean maneuvered himself into a more comfortable position, and Ben did the same. Ben looked at him as he placed his dick at the entrance. He leaned down and pressed his lips against his. Finally, they both looked down, as Ben carefully pressed his dick at his entrance and it began to slide in swiftly and easily. Once it was buried as deep as possible, they looked at each other. Ben eyes were wide, face flushed, a vein was throbbing at his pulse, breath hitched, and he opened his mouth with a silent scream of ecstasy. It seemed Ben didn't want to move at all. Dean smiled at him, feeling Ben's high heart beat pulsing in his cock that was buried in his ass.
"Dean," he croaked.
"Good?" he smirked. Pulling back a little bit, he slowly pushed in again. Dean clamped his ass down as Ben began to speed up. Smiling, Ben pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in at a greater speed.
"Fuck me Ben." Dean told him, low and husky. Ben increased his speed, and before long, the head of his dick had exited his hole totally, before slamming back in. Dean listened as the slapping sound of Ben's balls kept hitting his ass began to increase, and he felt a couple drops of Ben's sweat hit his chest. Reaching down, Dean slowly stroked his cock, enjoying the changing expressions on Ben's face as the tension began to build.
"Dean, I…"Ben gasped, looking down at Dean. Smiling, he nodded, and jerked his own cock faster Feeling a tightening in his own equipment; he slowed his hand movement's waiting for Ben to get there. Hips becoming erratic, Ben slowed, panting and groaning, he looked up and nodded. With a couple more strong strokes, Dean shot his loud out of his cock, aiming it at Ben's hovering chest. When he came, his ass clamped even harder down on Ben's thrusting dick, and he lost it. Instead of slowly releasing his cum while his thrusts slowed, he stopped all together, and his seed erupted inside of Dean, all his pumping had come to a halt, his cum filling Dean's hole. Panting, Ben collapsed on a sticky cum covered Dean. Dean was amazed as he still felt cum erupting from Ben's dick, though he had finished. Dean kissed Ben's temple, as his head turned sideways as he laid it on his pecs.
"Dean…"Ben said, with a weak and shaky voice… He was barely able to lift his head to look at Dean, but he had never felt better. "That was amazing. It felt…" he paused and looked up quickly. Dean raised an arched eyebrow. He couldn't figure out what that expression was. He was amazed, however, when Ben raised his upper chest, and began to move his hips. It seemed Ben was still hard and was going again. Unable to do much else, he grinned at Ben, and put a hand on his chest. Pulling his ass away from Ben's dick, he turned around and got on all fours. Ben's face had looked sad when he assumed Dean was done, but had changed to relief when what he was really doing was changing to a different position. Now in doggy style, he nodded to Ben, waiting for the assault on his ass. Grinning, Ben thrust hard forward, the sound of their flesh slapping together soon echoed throughout the room.
"Harder." Dean turned his head around, glaring intensely at Ben. Nodding, Ben pounded as hard as he could. Still, with a dick just barely over five inches, he couldn't exactly do as much as he could without something larger. Within just a few minutes, his balls tightened, and he shot his load once more into Dean. His voice had become strained, and when he once again tried to speak, it was raspy and his throat itched with overuse. Not being able to help it, Dean grinned at Ben and pulled him on top of him as his deflating cock slid out of his ass. Now that they were both entirely spent, they smiled at each other, Ben finally snuggling down and rested his head in the crook of Dean's arm and fell sleep.