Short and Sweet
Ben yawned and opened his crusted eyes. Blinking, he looked around, trying to remember the events earlier. His head was moving on its own, up and down in a slow rhythm. Glancing down, his eyes landed on someone's slow moving chest. The skin was tan, well muscled, and dirty blonde fine hairs grew over the chest. As the stomach moved, Ben's eyes were able to finally focus further down. A thick patch of a lighter colored blond hair surrounded a thick, flaccid uncut cock that folded over a large nut sack. Even while looking at this wonderful site, he couldn't help but notice how nasty he smelled. Slightly lifting his head, he scrunched his nose, as the smell of dried seamen filled his nostrils. Sitting up, he lightly scooted off the bed, heading for the large bathroom. Stepping through the door, he paused to look back.
Smiling, he gazed as the object of his fantasies slept nude on the bed. How had one of the hottest guys on the planet allow a 14 year old boy to plow him, and cum in his ass? Feeling a tug, he looked down, noticing his dick was starting to harden. Looking closer, he couldn't help but notice his pubes seemed quite a bit thicker than he had remembered yesterday. Smiling to himself, he hurried to the mirror and gazed into it. He sighed, seeing his face was the same as it was yesterday with no change. Turning, he walked over to the large shower/tub and turned it on. Waiting for the water to warm up, he shuffled inside, leaning his head down as the cold water drenched his hair. He shivered, but it felt good, as the water slowly warmed. The water finally warm enough, he stepped fully under the shower head. Sighing, he tilted his chin, letting the water run down his face and onto his messy chest.
Feeling a shift, he half turned when a large warm hand wrapped around his chest, pulling him back into a warm body. He moaned, feeling something large squeeze between his upper thighs. Closing his legs, he couldn't help but smile as the head of an uncut cock emerged from between them, and then disappeared. He shuttered as the same large hand reached down and began fisting his cock. After a minute, the hand paused, while the other reached around and fingers lightly grazed over the base of Ben's cock, as if studying the hairs filtering between each finger. He heard a chuckle, and then the hand began to pump Ben's cock slowly. Too slowly, he growled at the lack of speed or pressure.
"Two can play at this game." he thought, smirking.
Spreading his legs away from the thrusting cock, he heard a groan from behind. He waited, until finally with sigh, the grip on his cock tightened and the speed increased. Smiling, Ben clamped his thighs together as tight as possible. Soon, he watched, fascinated as the dick began to become a blur of motion. Feeling a hot breath on the back of his neck, kisses were landing, his ears were nibbled on. Below, the dick thrusts were becoming erratic, and the panting increased. Without warning, Ben watched, entranced as thick white ropes of cum erupted from beneath his thighs, shooting so far as to hit the walls of the shower. Ben gasped, the sight too much and he came as Dean's strong hand stroked him through completion, his other hand reaching down to massage his nuts. Panting, Ben slowly squatted and sat shakily at the bottom of the shower with Dean sitting behind him. Turning his head, he gave Dean a sleepy smile. Chuckling, Dean leaned down and kissed his cheek.