"What time is it? Ben asked, yawning. He had no idea what time it was. All he could remember was that when they went upstairs, it was still sunny outside.

"Umm…" Dean said, also not sure. Leaning to the side, he looked at the digital clock on the night stand. He groaned and turned around to face him.

"It's just after midnight. No wonder I'm still tired." he chuckled. He left the bathroom and headed to the walk in closet.

"Whatcha doing Dean?" he called. He heard a response, but not clear enough to understand.

"What?" he asked, louder and walked into the bedroom. Walking up to the closet door, something flew out at him, and for some reason he panicked and made frantic movements with his arms. Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground by a large weight. His alarm went away as he felt Dean's fingers jab into his ribs, tickling him. Screeching, he tried to get away. His surroundings black, he wasn't sure which way he was running to, but was abruptly knocked to the floor as his head hit something hard. Luckily, the what ever was covering him was soft, so it didn't hurt. Landing flat on his ass, he couldn't help but laugh. Feeling something jab into his right ribs, he shot to the left. Unfortunately that didn't work. Expecting this, Dean had reached far to the right, knowing he would run left, and right into him. Ben was still laughing when he felt hands grab his ankles and drag him somewhere in the middle of the room. He jumped as a bare hand reached in and began to tickle his foot. So focused and keeping the hands away from his foot, he missed the movement from behind him as another hand tickled his ribs. Squirming and laughing, Ben gave up and just flopped down with his back to the floor, panting with exhaustion.

Hearing movement, he tried to weave his head around inside what he now knew was a blanket, he peeked his head out just as Dean was pulling the sheet's and blankets off the bed, throwing them aside. He raised an eyebrow as Dean turned toward him. Not answering, he trudged back into the closet and returned with some sheets. Pulling one of the pillow cases off, he threw it over towards Ben. As it landed, the pungent odor of, well, you know, smelled awful. It seemed Dean was applying fresh, non smelly covers to the bed. Understanding this, he got up and pulled the fitted sheet to a corner, and they proceeded to dress the bed. Finally completed, dean took the soiled material out of the room and through them down the laundry shoot. Sighing, Ben laid down in the bed positioning himself halfway under the covers.

He wondered why the room felt cool until he looked down and noticed he was nude. Still incredibly tired, he propped his arm on the pillow staring at the doorway as Dean entered. With the hall light on, the glow illuminated his naked form, causing Dean to stop and study him. For some reason, he no longer felt embarrassed being nude in front of him. Though he couldn't see Dean's face because of the shadows, he was able to make out that Dean's uncut cock began to stir.

"You are becoming so hot Ben." he whispered in a hitched voice. This time, he did blush. Turning the hall light off, Dean turned and pulled the door closed, slowly walking to the bed. Sliding under the sheets, he reached his large hand out and, even though the room was very dark, was able to cup his cheek perfectly. Scooting over, Ben snuggled closer to his warm body. They were both exhausted, but it seemed Dean couldn't keep his hands to himself, and reached down and lightly used his middle finger to massage the rim of Ben's entrance. Immediately, Ben felt his now very sore cock to grow. By this time though, he was about to fall asleep when a loud ringing tone blasted from the night stand. Instantly, he was awake and sitting up, almost smacking his head into Dean's chin.

"Whoa!" Dean chuckled, automatically raising his hand to slow Ben's head. Sighing, Dean reached over him, left arm stretched out, leaving the left nipple very close to his mouth. Just as his finger tips made contact with cell, he gently took a bite of the exposed nipple. Jumping, Dean peeked under his arm. Glaring as he smirked up at him. Pushing off the table, Dean landed on is back on the other side of him. Flipping open his cell, Dean scrolled down the alerts until he found the one that had caused the noise. Ben watched, as Dean smiled down at him.

"What?!" he asked, not being able to know what had made Dean smile. Still, smirking, Dean handed the cell over to him. Looking down at it, he recognized his doctor's name.

[Automatic Alert]

Ben Breaden has an appointment at

11:25 A.M. in Craig Hall, Room 2A

For

Cast removal for broken arm.

Thank You.

Looking up at Dean, he felt as if his face would split in half.

"Well, we better get some sleep if you have to be in town tomorrow morning." Dean winked at him, taking back his phone and placing it back on the stand. He nodded at Dean, lying back down in bed, but his sleepiness had diminished. Still, he closed his eyes as the light was turned off. As Dean lay back down, he scooted over and snuggled close to him. Once more he felt Dean wrap his arm down, and planted his hand firmly on bare backside. Lifting his head, he planed it onto Dean's chest. The slow and steady rhythm of Dean's deep breathing was lulling him back to sleep. Not knowing how long it took, he eventually drifted off, smiling as he smelled Dean's Irish spring scent.

Dean was shaking him urgently, saying something that his ears didn't want to process. Opening his eyes, he was immediately blinded by the sun coming in from the windows. Still blinking his eyes, he yawned and sat up looking around for Dean. Though he couldn't see him anywhere, the sound of water splashing from the bathroom was unmistakably that of someone using the toilet. Glancing above the bathroom door, the time read 10: 37. Crawling out of the covers, he scooted forward and sat at the end of the bed and stretched. The urinating sound began to soften, then a last few spurts, and finally silence. For a moment, there was silence, and then he heard a satisfied groan from Dean, who clearly felt better now that he had emptied his bladder. Smirking, he glanced up as foot steps approached. Foot steps coming closer, he looked under the clock as Dean came into view in the bathroom. Staring, he couldn't help nut admire Dean's body. Tall and tan, a broad chest with small dark nipples and a tattoo was branded on his right pectoral muscle. His hairy legs bulged with large calves and thighs. His arms weren't as well muscled as one would think, but they attached onto huge shoulders that made them look bigger than they actually were. What he really loved was Dean's lack of manscaping; hair grew in all the right places. Dean stretched his arms above his head, revealing his hairy pits, a small amount of almost blond hair was dusted over his chest, the color blended so well it looked he had no chest hair at all. Well, except for the dirty blond hair that grew around his navel, a thick treasure trail lead to an especially the thick bush that surrounded a huge flaccid uncut cock with large balls hanging below it. Catching his eye, Dean approached him with slow and steady steps. As he came closer, his penis swung side to side, slapping against his thighs. Looking up, he noticed Dean was smirking at him, apparently enjoying the attention Ben was giving him.

Reaching him, Dean lifted his chin up, looking into his eyes. Smiling softly, he glanced down and chuckled. Looking down, seeing what he had found amusing. Smiling himself, he realized he had a hard on, poking perfectly straight up, leaking precum and ready to go.

"Does he ever take a rest?" Dean asked, reaching down and using the tip of his index finger to wipe of the precum off, then bringing it up to his lips and sucking it off. Dean looked at the clock, and jumped.

"Dude, we're going to be late!" he exclaimed, running over to the dresser to find something to wear. Jumping as well, he went to his own room, hearing Dean chuckling behind him. He heard him mumble something about running around with a loaded weapon. Not sure what that meant, he ignored it and dressed into something. By the time he had slipped his jeans on and slung his shirt over his head, Dean had entered his room. With his vision impaired, he jumped when he felt something grab onto his dick and pushing it against his groin. A moment later, he felt his jeans being zipped up, and then he was pushed on to his bed. While trying to figure out why his shirt didn't want to cooperate, Dean slipped socks on him and then pushed his feet into his shoes. As he continued to struggle with his shirt, he began to get pissed. Finally taking pity on, Dean put his hand on his arm and gently navigated his arms and his head into the right holes. Sighing, Dean lifted him onto his feet, wrapped his arm around his shoulder and flashed him a large smile.

They made way downstairs and then to his truck. Starting the truck, they pulled out and Dean floored it. Glancing at the dashboard clock, the time read 10:02. Grimacing, he didn't think they would make it in time. They flew down the long road to the highway, at one point almost running over an odd looking animal with a shell on its back. Watching it dash off to the right, he noticed it bounced off into the woods. Amused, he looked over at Dean with a questioning face, opening his mouth to ask.

"Armadillo." Dean said before he could actually ask the question. "They have horrible eyesight, so when they encounter a threat, their first instinct is to jump out of the way. However, that doesn't work on roads. Usually animals that end up as road kill are the victims that are crushed by tires. This isn't the case with armadillos. Instead of crushing them, they're killed when they jump and end up smashing into a vehicles undercarriage, they rarely survive." he explained as they turned right onto the highway, peeling out and screeching towards town. Luckily they didn't meet any cops. Of course, it wouldn't have mattered to get caught by cops, having so many aliases with no violations; they wouldn't have to worry about paying fines.

The destination was on this side of town, so traffic signals or speed limits weren't a problem. Once parked in the lot, they hurried into the building, and checked in at the desk. Still with another five minutes before they were up, they sat in the far corner of the lobby. He was so happy he was getting rid of this cast, it was itchy, heavy, and it didn't smell very good. A teen boy's sweat didn't smell like flowers, and when you couldn't even clean it, the smell started to rank. Wondering what it would feel like without a cast, it was as if he were attaching a new part to his body.

"Hey Dean?" he asked quietly, looking up at him.

"Hmm?" he queried, smiling at him.

"Can we go swimming?" he asked him earnestly, thinking of the large and deep creek that meandered through the property where they had fished earlier in the season.

"You bet bud." he smiled. Grinning broadly, he looked down and then to the right when his name was called. Getting up, they walked toward the door. As Dean made to accompany him, the lady at the door held up her hand.

"Family only sir." she said, smiling sadly. Stopping, Ben looked up at him frowning. Frowning as well, he looked at the lady coldly.

"With Ben's mom not here, I'm his guardian." he said coolly. Her expression didn't change.

"I'm sorry, but without written consent, you're not allowed. We know you're watching after Ben, but this is formalities and a policy we must follow." she said, with a simpering apology that was so fake.

"I want Dean to come with me." he told her, frowning.

"This is something we can't help. If you insist on him accompanying you, you'll have to wait to get your cast removed until we get written confirmation from you mom." she said, a bit softer. Thinking of his mom in quarantine, there was no telling when she would have the time to comply with this request. Sighing, he nodded sadly, and made his way after her. Walking through the door, he felt Dean squeeze his hand gently, making him feel better. Following her down the hall, they stopped at a weight scale. Stepping atop it, he waited for her to take the readings, and then was told to stand up straight for his height. Completed, he was told to wait in the last room on the right. He nodded and walked into the room as the lights were activated by his movement. The room was not much larger than the others, but had a table in the middle with a depressed sink with a large light hanging over. Sitting down, he waited for the doctor to arrive, noticing the room was much colder and sterile then the others as well. Soon, he began to shiver and was about to get up when he heard foot steps approaching.

The doctor came in, and to his surprise, it wasn't who he thought it was going to be. This doctor was much younger, better looking, looking even younger than Dean. As he closed the door, his eyes never let wavered from his own. His blond hair, tan skin, and blue eyes made him look like some college frat guy that tried to make people believe he knew what he was doing. For some reason, the guy reminded him of Dean, though they didn't look alive in any way. Reaching out his hand, he shook Ben's good arm. His hand was warm and strong. Ben found himself smiling at him, and was painfully aware that he was getting hard. This puzzled him, for he wasn't that good looking that didn't seem to matter.

"Hello Ben, I'm Ad- Doctor Adams, pleased to meet you." he said, pausing to correct the name he gave. Though this sent up red flags, he couldn't seem to look away. Also noticing that he was holding his and, he blinked and looked away. When he had lost eye contact, his senses returned. Now thinking was easier, so he released his hand. The doctor paused, then walked over to the supply cabinet and began pulling items out. Afraid the doctor would attack him, he watched to make sure he didn't take out any weapons. When he recognized the items as those used to cut through hard material, and creams and measurement tools, he relaxed back to normal. Why was he so worried? This guy obviously knew what he was doing. As the doctor walked toward him, he once more engaged him in conversation.

"How you been feeling? Any problems I need to know about before I take this hard thing out, I mean, off?" he said with a cheeky grin, that made Ben blush and looked down as the doctor took his arm and began to examine the cast.

"I'll be glad to have it off to be honest tomorrow is my birthday and I'm getting sick of not being able to touch myself." he chuckled, looking back up into the blue eyes. He blanched, and his eyes widened, aware of what he had just said to a perfect stranger. He tried to tear his eyes away, but it didn't work. The guys' smile turned into a predatory grin.

"What the hell was going on?" he screamed internally.

"So, you haven't been taking care of business I huh?" he asked, then reached down and rubbed the front of his pants with a single finger.

Ben shook his head, knowing very well he had been taking care of things fine. Panic began to set in as the guy squeezed his hard dick with more intensity. The guy was obviously some sort of monster or something. He wanted to get away, but with those eyes still upon him, he could think of nothing else.

"Do you want me to take care of it?" the guy hissed, leaning down to eye level.

"No!" screamed in his head, but what came out was "Yes" The guy sneered, and back towards the door, never breaking eye contact, and pressed the lock. Walking forward toward him, the guy picked to small machine with a rotating blade and placed it atop the cast. Using the other hand, he squirted some of the creams just under the cast, making sure it stayed moist and pliable. Ben wanted to tell the guy to keep his attention on his arm while using the blade that could easily hit a vein, and cause him to bleed to death. Turning the power on, the sound whirred and began to hum in a high pitched.

With a single swipe, the cast was in two pieces, falling to the floor. His newly exposed skin began to itch like crazy. This sensation was so strong, he was finally able to break eye contact and look down. Pulling his arm out of the doctor's hand, he backed up and stared at his arm. Where the cast had been, his skin was extremely white, the small amount of muscle that was present before was now absent. The smell was strong and musty, burning the hair in his nostrils. Even as he stared at it, the skin began to wrinkle and dry out. Hearing the doctor approach again, he kept his eyes low, not daring to look up, afraid of what he knew would happen if he was caught again. Moving swiftly around the chair, he squatted down and picked up the pieces of cast. Reaching the door handle, he glanced up to the view the doctor's face indirectly and noticed his skin had turned red, likely from rage. He could also hear the breathing, which was labored with frustration.

The doctor stopped as he turned the knob, and leaned against the supply cabinet with a sigh of grief. Not helping himself, he looked up at the guys face. The cold look in his eyes had vanished, along with his swagger. All of a sudden, Ben felt bad for the guy and released the hold on the door. No longer panicked, he decided to walk forward and thank the guy, but keeping his wits together in case he needed to bolt. The guy smiled shook his hand, and reach into his coat pocket, and pulled out a spray gun. Immediately on edge, he back away, but not before the guy sprayed a see through liquid that surrounded his head. Blinking, Ben looked around, and noticing Doctor Conner was smiling at him, large bifocals and salt and pepper hair atop a pale skinned older guy. Shaking his hand, he felt like he was missing something. Frowning he looked up.

"What's wrong Ben?" the doctor asked, looking concerned. Still not able to figure out what it was, he shook his hand, thanked the doctor and headed to the lobby.

Dean was sitting in the chair right by the door and as their eyes met, he smiled when Ben showed him his cast free arm. Standing up, he ruffled his hair and went to the desk. Hearing him ask the lad at the window, she informed him no payment was required because Ben had insurance. Thanking her, he turned and made his way back to a grinning Ben. Putting his arm around his shoulders they exited the building. Reaching the truck, Ben made to get in, but Dean shook his head and motioned for him to approach. Strutting around the truck he joined Dean. Glancing around, it seemed Dean was looking for something. Raising his own head he looked around, but as his head turned back, Dean's lips had rushed in and kissed him hard. Surprised, Ben stood back, looking at Dean breathlessly. Grinning, Dean leaned in to his ear.

"You're driving." he whispered, lightly nipping at his ear.

Snapping his head up, he grinned at Dean and jumped in. luckily he knew what he was doing. Strapping his seatbelt in, he backed up and then changed into drive, heading back home. Once they were on the highway and no cars around, Dean told him to take it slower. Which was kind of annoying, but he did what he was told, wondering why he needed to go slow with no ot-

His thoughts were erased as he felt Dean lean over in the seat and unzip his jeans. His soft cock had hardened almost instantly, and as he tried to concentrate, Dean's hot wet mouth enveloped it.

"Oh, god…"he cried, almost closing his eyes.

"Does that feel good? Do you like it when your cock is in my hot mouth? Do you want to fuck my tight hairy ass again Ben? I want you to fuck my hair ass with your cock and I want you to shoot your load as deep as you can. Fuck me so hard Ben, your cock felt so good last time, so fucking good…" he trailed off, lowering his mouth again.

"Dean." he squeaked voice a couple of octaves higher than usual. Releasing his cock, he sat up, smirking at Ben, knowing he was about to cum if he kept it up. With his full attention on the road now, he speed up, soon hitting speeds faster than 70 mph. Laughing, Dean scooted over next to him, unzipping his own jeans and letting his hard leaking cock spring out of the opening. Taking hold of Ben's right hand, he pulled it down to his crotch, while his own hand took hold of the wheel where he had just been holding onto. Dropping his hand, he wrapped it firmly around as much of Dean's cock he could, and began to stroke. Aware that Dean liked to be stroked fast, and with a lot of pressure, he went slowly, barely touching him. He smirked as he heard Dean growl with frustration.

Finally reaching the driveway turn off, the kept their hands to themselves, at least until the house came into view. The moment he spotted the roof, he began to put a lot more effort into pleasuring him, just as he felt Dean lean back down and wrapped his lips around the head of his aching dick. Not even going to the barn, he turned off the truck right next to the house and felt himself lifted up and out of the door by Dean. Wrapping his legs around Dean's waist, he leaned in, his mouth capturing his lips with urgency.

"I want to fuck you Dean." he whispered in his ear, with a nip at the lobe.

"You gunna pound me hard?" he grunted as they walked through the front door, barely remembering to close it again.

"Hard…" he rumbled low, reaching his now perfect arm around, slipping the hand beneath Dean's waist line of his ass. Bucking up into his crotch, he looked down between their chests, their cocks were pressing against each other, leaking precum as Ben rutted against the extra skin on Dean's dick

""Yea?" Dean keened, kissing him full on the mouth.

"Fuck" Ben said to him, biting his lip. Jumping down, be pushed against Dean's back, making him fall to his hands and knees. He confidently walked behind him, shoving his jeans just below the bottom of his crack. His own pants still up, but dick poling out, and leaned down, only pushing his own pants down just enough to bend his dick, aiming it. Turning, Dean leaned back and they kissed again, during which Ben pushed his leaking dick right at Dean's hairy entrance. Without warning, he pushing in, all the way, hard and fast. Grunting, Dean's eyes bulged out, while his mouth turned into a smile. Also smiling, he broke their kiss apart, while he still stared into Dean's eyes. Dean bit his lip, nodding at Ben, and then turned around lowering his chest to the floor, and slightly lifting his ass higher. Closing his eyes, he pulled out of Dean almost all the way before slamming back in.

"Fuck!" he thought "his ass is so tight."

He noticed he was still standing in a squatting position, which he recognized as the jack hammer. Pounding him for another minute, he grabbed onto Dean's hips, and sank back to the floor. Landing on his back, Dean was forced into a sitting position, they had to pause for a minute as Dean shimmied, pulling his jeans off and remounted on his dick, and then he began to ride him with different speeds, changing the angle of the way Ben's ass assaulted his insides. Still seating on him, Dean rotated his body between thrusts, finally facing him. As his ass made contact with his thighs, Dean's thick uncut dick flopped around, precum flaying off in all sorts of directions. With both of his arms fine, he smirked as he reached them around, wrapping both hands around Dena's cock, a full range of motions was now effortless. Eyes wide, Dean glanced down as his dock was completely wrapped by his hands with a stronger grip, and his pumping motion increased until his eyes shot up to the ceiling. Ben grinned, feeling his own orgasm swiftly approaching, especially when he felt Dean clamp his ass down on his cock every time they bottomed out. Dean glanced down at him, eyes hooded with lust, and nodded, signaling his status. Nodding himself, he waiting as his hips began to twitch erratically.

"Harder!" Dean croaked, meeting his eyes, and then staring down at his thick cock in Ben's hand. Ben sped up, but Dean shook his head and gripped his arm, putting pressure on it.

"Harder!" he repeated, now certain Ben knew what he was talking about. He nodded, and gripped Dean's dick as tight as possible, as his vision began to strain.

""oh fuck yea, like that Ben. Harder! Oh fuck oh fuck…" Dean muttered almost incoherently at him. Never witnessing this with him before, it drove him over the edge as he felt Dean clamp down as hard as possible. His eyes closed as he released his seed deep into Dean as they bottomed out, at the same moment the head of his dick pressed firmly against his prostate, and tightened the gripe his hands had on Dean's aching cock. The moment his eyes closed, rolling into the back of his head, he felt a large amount of hot liquid spray over his upper body, drenching it as if he was under a shower head. His eyes still closed, he finally released Deans shaft, and he slammed his head back to the floor, as Dean leaned forward, shaking, until he lay top him. As he did this, his dick slipped out of Dean's seeded hole, and he soon felt drops of hot liquid drip out of the hole and landed on his cock, which was rapidly deflating from its erect state. His breath finally settled, he glanced up at Dean, or well tried to. When he opened his eyes, some of the cum made his eye's burn. Hissing he reached up to clean it off.

Immediately, he felt Dean's tongue lick his face, as if licking off the cum like ice cream. Then he felt Dean press his lips against his. Kissing, he opened his mouth, letting their tongue battle; while still being able to taste Dean's cum enter his mouth. He smiled and looked up.

"That was…" Ben began, but not being able to think of the right words, he just smiled up at him.

"I know dude. I can't wait till your cock gets bigger, then it'll really be able to hit all the right spots inside my ass." he chuckled, leaning down and kissing his forehead.

"Dean?" he asked.

"Yea?" he sighed sitting up and noticing both of their upper bodies were absolutely drenched in his cum. Grumbling, he pulled his shirt off, and reached down, waiting for Ben to nod before taking it off.

"I still want to go swimming." he said shyly. It was so odd, at times he felt like a grown up, but then at other times, like right now, he still felt like a kid, which he was, not even turning 15 until tomorrow.

"That's cool with me bud." he said, nodding. Seeming like he had read his mind, he eyed him and continued." You know, you're still a kid, and I want you to enjoy that. You're getting older, but you still have so much left to grow. If you ever feel like you're tired of this, we'll do whatever you want." he said softly, pulling him for a hug that was more a bear hug, than a grown up hug…

He was constantly reminded how much he liked Dean, not only because he was sexy, but funny, kind, honest, and cared so much about him that it seemed he would do anything for him no matter what. Ruffling his hair, Dean groaned, and pushed himself up with the soiled clothing looked at the laundry room. Ben watched as Dean made his way to it, and noticed a line of cum that was running down the back of his thigh, that had clearly come out of his ass. He shook his head, amazed at the sight, and lay back to the floor staring at the ceiling.