Sorry for the delay but lately I've had a huge case of writers block. This chapter was going to be a set up chapter for another smutty time travel chapter...but couldn't work it out, so to give myself some time I've decided to post this smut filled chapter.
At first, he had attempted to sleep through it, but as the heat and wetness clamped down on his dick, he woke. Slowly, he pried his eyes open and squinted down upon what had interrupted his dreams. After a couple of bleary moments, his brain finally shifted into full gear. Smiling, he grinned up at Dean as he moved up and down, riding his cock. Dean's nuts slapped down against his groin. The thick and hard uncut cock was at full mast, pointed up at the ceiling. As their eyes met, Dean leaned down and kissed him hard.
"Morning Ben, and Happy Birthday. Sorry if I woke you but, I thought it would be a nice way to wake up." he grinned down at him.
"It's..." he began, but was interrupted as Dean dropped back down on his cock, sending another jolt of pleasure throughout his body.
Dean smirked down at him, clearly enjoying his task at hand. Feeling pressure building around his dick, he at first thought he was close. However, as Dean rose again the pressure lessened. It seemed Dean's ass had become accustomed to. and was already improving his talents at being a bottom. This felt...
"Fuckin' awesome, Dean." he breathed, eyes closed as the pressure rose again.
"How do you want to end?" Dean whispered, leaning down and gently bit down on Ben's bottom lip.
Hesitating, he tried to think of something they hadn't done yet, which was still quite a bit. Dropping his chin, he looked down where both their bodies connected. As Dean rose, he stared past the darkness, and noticed something at the foot of the bed. Gazing intently, he smiled as he recognized the object as one of the thongs, the only piece of clothing both Dean and Cass had wore last night. Smiling for a moment, he had an idea.
Glancing back up, Dean was watching him with a small smile, as if their new relationship had lasted forever. Biting his lip, Ben sat up and kissed Dean hard. Returning the amount of force between their lips, Dean wrapped his hand around his upper shoulder until it rested at the base of his head. He began to rock back and forth, but was having little success of what he intended to do. Dean was obviously too heavy for him to actually pick up. Sighing, he broke their kiss and gently pushed Dean up and off his hard cock. Rising, Dean looked down at him fondly as Ben scooted off the bed and walked quickly around to the end.
Ben glanced down at his dick, poking out at almost a ninety degree angle from his groin. With each step, the shaft bounced up and down, almost hitting his belly. Dean chuckled and turned his body around. Ben pointed his hand down at the small piece of fabric that had some how contained Dean's cock. Of course, it could have been the one Cass was wearing, it didn't make much difference, as they were roughly the same size. What was mainly different was that Dean being uncut, had all that extra skin. Well, the head of Castiel's cock had been quite a bit bigger though. Dean playfully dropped onto the bed and scooted to the end. Reaching down, he picked up the thong and raised his eyebrows at him.
"Who's was this?" he asked, handing it to Dean. Taking it, Dean looked closely and felt the inside of it, where the head of the cock would rest.
"It's Cass's." he smirked, handing it back to him.
"How can you tell?" he asked, quite curious. As Dean had been studying that one, Ben had reached down and picked the other thong off the floor. Both were the same size and color.
"Feel the inside of the one I handed you." he said, still smiling.
Reaching in, he felt a bit of dampness. Not actually anything wet, but something that was wet and had almost dried completely just by setting out.
"It just feels a bit wet." he said, looking up at a smirking Dean.
"Feel the other n the same place." he chuckled.
Reaching in, he was surprised that felt much drier than the other.
"I don't get it..." he mumbled, feeling like he was being stupid.
"Jerk my cock a little bit Ben." he whispered, voice becoming shaky.
Raising his own eyebrow, he made no move to do any such thing. Dean sat there for a second before reaching over and picking up Ben's hand and placed it over his cock. When he didn't attempt to jerk it, Dean closed his hand over his and moved it up and down. Finally, Ben chuckled and began stroking it on his own. Now that Dean didn't have to use his hand to guide Ben, he sat there for a moment, eyes closed. Small huffing soundings exited Dean's mouth, and ended with a slight groan. Shaking his head, as if to return to the present, he looked up.
"Feel the end, the tip of my cock."he said. Ben didn't feel anything remarkable, though it still felt good to touch Dean this way.
"Now,"he whispered, removing Ben's hand and placing it on his own dick." Stroke your's for a moment." he finished, then blew hot air gently at his ear. Ben fisted himself slowly, not wanting to over do it. He was planning to shoot his load into Dean's ass, and that was that.
"Stop" Dean whispered again. Reluctantly, he did so.
"Feel the head of your dick." he said, abandoning his erotic whispering. He gently placed the tip of his index finger and placed it on the head. His precum leaked out and pooled at the end of the finger.
"The extra skin over my cock prevented any of my precum to leak into the end my thong. Since Cass is cut, like you, his precum began to soak into the thong." he finished matter of factly.
"Hmm" he said, suddenly feeling he was in some sort of health class or something. Shaking his own head, he wanted to finish this. His hard cock ached from the lack of attention. Glancing down at Dean's, it too was plenty hard. Reaching his hand over, he slowly stroked Dean's thick cock slowly. Pushing the extra skin down the shaft, he leaned down and licked up the precum that began to dribble out of the slit.
"Oh, Ben." Dean moaned, reaching his own hand down and slowly stroked Ben's dick.
"Dean.."he whispered, raising his head and lightly pulled Dean's lips down upon his. The gentleness of his actions seemed to inflame the passion between them, hitting a new level of emotions.
"Fuck me Ben." Dean whispered into his mouth between labored breathes.
"Yea?" he asked, getting up and moving to stand in front of Dean. Placing a hand behind the man's head, pushed it down onto his cock. The older man took his whole cock in his mouth, swirling the tongue all the way to the base. At the same time, his thick fingers reached under Ben's nuts, and began to play with his opening. This was happening to fast, already feeling the blood pounding with a faster tempo. Abruptly, he pushed Dean's head away and he landed on his back on the bed. Dean's legs still laid of the edge, but Ben changed that. Lifting them up, he placed them on his shoulders. Attempting to pull Dean's ass closer to the edge, he found Dean was still to heavy. Luckily, Dean got the idea and quickly scooted down. Ben got down on his knees and used his hands to spread the furry cheeks in front of them.
Forcing his tongue between the cheeks, he slowly trailed his tongue down the crease until he felt the wet hole. Heat seemed to radiate out of the entrance. The tight puckered rim contracted and winked as he lightly dipped his tongue into it. Above, Dean shuddered and began to mutter some very dirty words that he didn't even know. He made a note to ask later what those were. Glancing to the right, Cass's thong laid next to Dean, half of it hanging off the edge. Smiling, he reached for it, and at the same time plunging as much of his tongue inside Dean as he could.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," came Dean's hoarse voice from above, almost sounding like some sort of chant.
Standing, he lifted the thong and fit Dean's raised legs through each whole. Lifting his head, Dean watched him curiously as he slide it all the way down. Getting the idea, Dean lifted his ass as Ben finally got it all the way on him. The top part was kind of hard, as Dean's hard cock stretched the fabric by quite a lot, but was still able to fit the end over the head. Stroking himself a couple of times, Ben lined his cock up to Dean's thong clad ass.
"This isn't going to take long." they both said at the same time, as Ben pulled the back part of Dean's thong to the side, revealing Dean's wet hole.
They smirked at each other, and Ben leaned down, licking one of Dean's nipples. Dean groaned and nodded, fixing him with lustful eyes. Bending a bit, Ben placed the head at the very hot hole's entrance. Eye's locked, he slammed in all the way with one hard thrust. The pleasure was so intense he felt he might just burst. Below him, Dean had screamed, though out of lust or pain, he didn't know or care. Even as he pulled back a bit for the second thrust, he felt the orgasm building with lightening speed. Knowing that he was already going to cum with only his second plunge, he leaned down. Reaching forward, he griped Dean's thong covered cock, wrapping his hand around it tightly. As he slammed in, he came, at the same time wrapping his lips at the end of Dean's cock. Dean came.
The hot load shot into and through the fabric of the thong. The cum leaked through the threads of the material, hot and thick, with what he knew to be a bit of Castiel's cum mixed in. At the same moment, his load erupted deep inside the hot hole that surrounded it. The muscles squeezed the head, and the rim clamped at the base of his cock. The liquid pooled inside the hot cavity, drenching the walls. Shaking, his knees gave out, but luckily Dean had scooted down with him. His mouth still tightly wrapped around the cum soaked thong covered cock, he slowly came to rest on the floor. Dean, was panting, and still groaning, with dirty words flying out of his mouth.
Once he was sure Dean gave him all the cum he was going to give, he finally released the prize. His hands and mouth no longer holding on to Dean, his upper body gave out and his back and head hit the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Still, his cock was still embedded in Dean's ass, pulling him along and ended up sitting atop Ben. Panting harshly, he raised his head and glanced up at Dean. It looked exactly like what he had seen when he had woken up earlier. Dean was sitting on his cock, as if riding him. Finally, Dean looked down with a tired small. Leaning down, small beads of sweat dropped off his chin and forehead before settling on Ben's just as sweaty chest. Smiling at each other, their lips met. Chuckling, Dean kissed his forehead before finally attempting to get to his feet. The attempt failed and he sat back down.
"What have you done to me Ben?" he chuckled weakly. "I feel like a cock slut." he said smirking.
Ben burst out with a bark of laughter and turned his head to the side, staring at the light coming in from the windows of the bedroom.