Walking towards the laundry room, he heard a snigger from behind him. Turning, he looked back at Ben with a raised eyebrow. Giggling, Ben pointed with one hand at his back side, while the other hand covered his mouth. Assuming Ben was just staring at his hot ass, which was nothing new, but looking closer, he saw little trails of Ben cum slowly making their way down his thighs. Smiling himself now, smirked at Ben. Returning on his way to the laundry room, he walked with a pronounced swagger. Basically it was the walk strippers used while walking on stage. He heard bark of laughter as he finally entered the laundry room. Throwing the soiled clothes into the hamper, he made his way around of the room, grabbing two towels and a couple of swimming trunks he began to walk out, and then paused.
Without the light on, Ben couldn't see him here in the dark room, while he could still see him lying on the floor. Marveling at the sight, he couldn't help but notice how much older Ben kept appearing. Though, it could just be his subconscious trying to justify being sexually involved with someone who was supposed to be too young for it. Still, as Ben lay naked on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling, there were a few things that did seem different. His hands rested behind his head, exposing his arm pits, which definitely appeared hairier. Though he didn't really have large muscles, the sunlight that was streaming in from the windows cast shadows that revealed that they were developing nicely. His shoulders and torso were broader, and his feet were longer.
Shaking his head, he walked out of the room, heading back toward Ben. Turning his head, Ben smiled at him, showing his white teeth. Squatting, he sat back down in front of Ben Indian style. It didn't seem he was in a hurry to go swimming at the moment, because he hadn't moved. Leaning forward, he stretched out on his stomach, looking directly at the area between Ben's splayed legs. His crotch was still free of the dense bush he assumed would grow thicker as he aged. Scooting closer as quiet as possible, he wanted to catch Ben off guard. Luckily, Ben's legs were wide enough that he was able to bring his face right up to his nuts. Sticking out his tongue as much as possible, he licked from the bottom of his nut sack, all the way up and onto his flaccid penis the hung to the left. At first, Ben jumped, and then lifted his head and stared down, wide eyed as Dean got to the tip of his penis, and swallowed all of it. Even as his penis was in his mouth, it rapidly hardened, expanding into his throat.
"Oh, God…" Ben mumbled, dropping his head back to the floor, his right hand reaching down and grabbed onto his hair. Once Ben was completely hard, he abruptly halted his actions, and stood up. Ben gazed up at him with his mouth hanging open in a silent scream of frustration. His dick was hard as well, but not all the way, so the skin foreskin still surrounded the head, only the slit on the head was visible. Turning, he made toward the door as fast as possible. He heard Ben grumbling and then approaching footsteps, which soon became a sprint. He turned to look, but was already too late. Jumping, Ben had thrown himself on his back. Smiling, he reached his arms down to hook his legs and walked to the door, giving him a piggy back ride. Every step he made, Ben's erection kept thrusting onto his lower back.
"Wait." Ben said, jumping down.
"What?" he asked perplexed.
"Don't we need clothes?" he asked, looking at the trunks in the crook of his arm. Smirking, he shook his head and headed out the door.
"Haven't you ever gone skinny dipping before Ben?" he asked, turning to Ben and walking backward to the truck.
"Well, no…but can't we get in trouble for that?" he asked, looking concerned. As he stared closer at Ben, he noticed his skin turning pink with embarrassment.
"The creek is on our land, so we don't have to worry about being caught." he said, smirking at how cute Ben looked at the moment.
Getting in the truck, he waited as Ben reluctantly joined him, scooting into the passenger side. Patting his thigh, they were off. Still noticing Ben looking nervous, he lifted his hand off his thigh and took hold of Ben's left hand. They linked their fingers together, and then he returned their conjoined hands back to his thigh. Out of the corner of his eye, Ben smiled softly as he gazed down at their hands. For some reason he was touched by the expression on Ben's face. Slowing the trunk to a halt, Ben looked up at him, confused. Shaking his head, he turned to face Ben. Letting go of his hand, he lifted his hand to Ben's chin and turned it toward him. As Ben gazed into his eyes, Dean moved his other hand to his left cheek. He pulled Ben in slowly, until they were only inches apart, close enough to hear his heavy breathing. Finally, he brought their lips together in a deep and passionate kiss, his left arm reaching around to caress the back of Ben's head, while they slowly slid down his cheek. He tried to infuse Ben with everything, his entire being. Tongue darting slightly into Ben's mouth, but not forcefully. Pulling back, he gazed at Ben's face, expression that seemed both shocked, and touched with what had just happened.
Smiling, he turned back to the road and they proceeding on their way until they came to a turn off that led to a large deep section of the creek that flowed close to the abandoned buildings they had explored earlier. Though the road was rough from disuse, they were able to make it to their destination after slowing down. he hated to think what it would be like if the truck broke down, or there was an emergency and having to walk all the way back to the house, completely nude. Still, the fact that they were out in the wilderness with nothing was turning him on like crazy. The truck tipped slightly as they made their way down an embankment, and the glove box opened and a picture drifted out and landed on the floor board below Ben. Reaching down, Ben picked up the picture and studied it intensely. Taking note of his father, and then the two boys standing in front of him in the picture, he was just about as old as Ben was now. Thinking of the past, he shook his hand and looked out the window.
"Do you ever wonder what it would have been like if you and Sam had another sibling and how messed up it would be?" Ben asked, looking up and meeting his eyes.
"Actually, we do have another brother...well half brother. Our old man met a woman in a town he was working on a case. Sam and I didn't even know about him until he called our Dad's number, asking for help because his mom had disappeared. We were so suspicious, thinking there was no way he was our brother, and instead being a trap. Once we got their however, we went over to his place and looked for clues. There were pictures of our dad with him over the years in different places, so we grudgingly accepted him. He was sadly killed a few days later by a skin walker. The last time I saw him, it was right before I showed up on your doorstep." he explained, looking at Ben with a pained stare.
Frowning, Ben opened his mouth to ask something, but he beat him to it.
"Remember I told you how Sam and I were destined to play the parts of Lucifer, and Michael?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. Ben nodded his head enthusiastically, not being able to help a small smile.
"Well, since I wouldn't play the part I was supposed to play, and Sam had already taken accepted his role as Lucifer there was a problem. It was explained that they needed two Winchester brothers to complete the task. So, just like me, an angel brought our brother back from the dead, and everything went to hell...literally. Sam and him were fighting, then they lost their balance and they fell into the hole in the ground that was a direct doorway into the under world. Never heard from either of them again..." he trailed off, a couple of tears ran down his cheek. Ben must have seen this, for he scooted over and sat beside him as if they were magnets. Laying his head on his should, he hugged him and wiped the tears away, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Feeling slightly embarrassed that he had let his emotions get out of hand; he reached down and again intertwined their fingers together.
"What was his name?" Ben asked, seeing that he had composed himself enough to give a rational answer.
"Adam." He whispered. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ben the name. He slowed the truck, and turned his head to get a better idea of Ben's mood.
Ben was staring down at his hands the rested atop his flaccid penis. His face was red, but he didn't know if it was for anger, sorrow, or embarrassment. Taking hold of his chin, he lifted it until he could accurately judge his mood. Ben just stared at him with blank eyes, as if he wasn't even there. Unsettled, he raised an eyebrow at him quizzically. When Ben didn't respond, he began to worry.
"What's wrong Ben? He finally asked, pulling his face closer, making sure there was no way he could escape his gaze. Sighing, Ben finally met his eye, and wrinkled his brow.
"I don't know Dean..." he mumbled, looking even more troubled than before. "As soon as you said his name, it seemed like it was important, some sort of déjà vu, like I've met him already. I don't know how that's possible." he finished, looking very depressed and confused. Dean had an uneasy feeling about this, and that was usually not good. He watched Ben for any more feelings, but after a few more moments, he shrugged at him and smiled, ready to continue. Still not quite sure what had just happened, he revved up the engine and within five minutes, they had arrived. Smiling, Ben opened the door and ran to the creek edge. He got out as well and stood at the door, watching Ben's small and perfect white ass make its way to the creek. Sighing, he joined Ben, looking around to see if it was o.k. to get in.
The creek bent to the left and then straightened out along a fifteen foot cliff on the right. Where the cliff face met the water, it slowed and deepened by at least another fifteen feet. Above the cliff there were two or three large sycamore trees that hung over the water. The largest tree in the middle was so large that one of the largest branches spanned all the way across the creek where there was a rope ladder that was rolled on the limb, and when unfurled it dropped to the bank on the other side where there was a flat area to lie on. There were some steps that were carved into the diff face, and a spot right in front of them that dipped down into the creek. This was the only part he didn't like about the area. Where you got in, the water was swift and rock with rapids. You could easily cut your feet on the rocks, or even slip and fall. Luckily, this was on private land, and no one else ever swam here.
Glancing at Ben, he smiled as he bounced up and down in looked up at him, eyes wide with excitement, and started down toward the water front. As he stepped down to the water, he looked down at his bare feet, and then down to the submerged rocks. Troubled, he looked back up to him, clearly worried about the dangers to his exposed body. Sighing, he figured he should have actually brought clothes to wear for at least getting in the water. He peered over to the cliff, and realized that wouldn't be any easier. Ben looked at him once more, and this time with disappointment, and it was horrible. Squaring his jaw, he went back to the truck and rummaged around, eventually coming across a terrain map that he had copied when they had first moved to the property. Heading to the tailgate of his truck, he lowered it and jumped onto it.
"Ow! Son of a Bitch!" he shouted immediately jumping off the hot metal. Forgetting he was nude, his bare ass had landed on the tailgate that had been soaking up all the heat from the sun all day. Rubbing it with his hand, he pouted when Ben glanced up to see why he had swore. Ben chuckled as he leaned into the window of the truck and removed a towel from the seat. Still rubbing his backside, he watched as Ben laid the towel across the tailgate. Patting the towel, to make sure it was cool enough, he hopped on and patted the seat next to him. Joining Ben opened the map and peered down. He remembered there being another creek that flowed through the north side of the property. As he peered closer, he felt Ben move a bit closer to him. Ben jumped off the truck and headed to the edge of the cliff overlooking the creek below. Giving up, he returned the map and towel back to their original places. Noticing a large bundle of fabric jammed behind the seat, he grinned, remembering what it was.
Last winter, Lisa had insisted he keep a blanket in the cab, if they ever got stuck in a snow storm or something worse. He smiled, remembering how he had told him she had watched too many chick flicks on the Lifetime Network. With effort, he pulled it out and joined Ben who sat with his legs hanging off the , he stretched out the blanket near the large big tree with the rope-ladder and made sure there was no rocks or anything else that could hurt them. As an added precaution against fall off, he lined the edge of the blanket that was closest to the edge of the cliff. Slowly, he walked up behind Ben, making sure he could hear him and not be spooked enough to jump if he was too startled. Squatting behind him, opened his arms and reached down until his large hands were able to grip Ben's inner knees, and pulled him up into his , Ben looked around in the direction the were moving and saw the blanket. Smiling, he leaned his head as far as he could, trying to peer at him, but couldn't stretch that far. He smiled and kissed Ben's forehead, and then lowered himself onto the blanket,
He stretched out his body, feeling Ben twist and turn so they were facing each other. Even as he his head hit the ground, Ben was leaning in, bringing their lips together. They lay like that for a while, kissing heavily, grinding their bodies into each other and moaning. His dick was now at full mast, and by the feel of things, Ben was as well. Dean lifted his head and chewed on Ben's ear lobe, periodically blowing hot air into his ear. His large hands had traveled down, one on each cheek of Ben's ass. He pulled this apart, exposing his hole to the air. With his thumbs, he massaged around the rim, and occasionally slipping one inside the ring of tight muscles. Ben would groan and grind his aching cock onto Dean's swollen member, their precum making their cocks slick and sensitive. He was so hard that his foreskin and retracted all the way back, making it look like his dick was cut.
After a few minutes, Ben began making his way down his body. His tongue licked along his Adam's apple, and then he stopped all together and began lavishing his nipples with his eager tongue, every so often would bite down on one softly. Kissing the rest of the way down, he stopped and traced his tongue over each individual abdominal muscle, as well as kissing his belly button. From there he stretched his tongue down, licking the entire area around his throbbing cock, but not quite making contact with it. Ben was teasing him, and he loved it as he dipped down to suck on the V lines on his pelvis. Feeling hot air, he raised his head to watch, but Ben stopped to look up at him, finally lifting his hand and pushing his head back to the ground. With his head down, couldn't see what Ben was doing down there, but he felt the heat begin to rise. Unable to help himself, he contracted the muscles in his cock, making it move on its own, each contraction forced more of his precum out of the slit.
Finally, he felt Ben's mouth hovering over his dick, and then it surrounded the head. He found himself shaking with pleasure, as Ben's tongue worked its way down the shaft and back up. His tongue pressed down on the head, while he used his lips and sucking motions to work his foreskin back up, so he was able to pleasure him both on the head of his dick, and the rarely played with section that seemed to be hidden under the skin. It was driving him crazy, he Ben went down once more to his nuts. Using his tongue he did everything imaginable to them, and eventually diving down even lower. He used a great deal of pressure as he massage the area under his balls and into the crevice of his ass. Feeling Ben spread his legs, he closed his eyes and looked up, waiting until finally he felt Ben's tongue probe his hole. He moaned loudly, as he began to suck on it with different pressures, making each movement seem as though it was totally new to his body. Making his way back up to the shaft, he kept a hand at his ass, eventually forcing his middle finger all the way into his tight entrance. Using his other hand, he took hold of his dick, and pumped it hard and fast.
"Oh, Ben..." he squeaked, as another finger was added He felt a smile forming on Ben's lip as he made his way back up to his mouth. Making one last little nip at his right nipple, he again brought their lips together. Their tongues wrestled as they began to grind together. He knew it would hurt, but he want to have another go at Ben. When they broke after a lengthy kiss, he pulled Ben's ear down to his mouth.
"Ben..." he trailed off, his voice shaky with a number of feelings: horniness, guilt, shame, hopefulness, "can I fuck you again?" he asked, his voice at such a low whisper, he wondered if Ben could even had heard it.
Ben smiled into the kiss, and nodded earnestly. Dean felt his dick twitch, and thought it might have just grown even harder. Even as he glances down at his prize, he automatically makes him feel guilty beyond belief. This would hurt Ben more then he ever wanted him to feel. His cock wasn't small, it was big, both thick and long, and he liked to fuck someone hard and fast. Opening his mouth to tell Ben he changed his mind, he felt him pull away and look down at him mischievously, and scooted his body down. A hand was clamped over his mouth as he began to protest what was going to happen when he looked up. Smirking Ben shook his head and reached down and took hold of his aching cock. As the pressure increased from Ben's grasp, he groaned loudly, even though he tried to control the sound.
"Ben, this is going to hurt you." he pulled his head back out of Ben's reaching arm and whispered. He heard a quiver in his voice he barely ever produced; it was a sound that he made when he felt guilty about something. Once Ben's tight ass had moved past the head of his dick, he knew there would be no going back. Not wanting to think about it, he knew he would hold Ben down if it came to that, no matter how much pain he was in. The thought of Ben hurt by his coc-hands, was almost too much to bare.
"Dean," Ben said softly, with a deeper voice he had ever heard. "I want this. Even the last time when your cock was in me it hurt, but fuck, it felt so good at the end." he finished leaning down and pressing their lips together. Biting his tongue, he finally gave a shaky nod, and tried to smile, but it was too much. Ben looked up and around them. He began to smile and smirked down at him.
"Dean, look around! This is so awesome where we are!" Ben said enthusiastically at him. Sighing, he raised his head and looked around. They were on a large blanket under a large sycamore tree that hung over a large cliff that sliced into a creek that was deep and clear. The wind lightly fluttered around them; occasionally bring the smell of honeysuckle, or pine, sometimes meadow sweet. The sky was clear blue, with only a few lazy clouds spread out over a huge area of the sky. The temperature though warm, wasn't hot and humid and was very comfortable. No bugs hovered about, stinging them and even now, as he stared down the creek where it came flowed across a field, there were a couple of deer browsing at the edge, utterly content with their safety. He met Ben's shining eyes once more and genuinely smiled at him, knowing how romantic this must seem to anyone who would think like that.
Raising himself up on his elbows, he leaned up and pulled Ben down to kiss once more, than laid down and watched as Ben began to lower his tight hole onto his thick uncut cock.