"Aren't you coming?" Ben asked him, looking disappointed.
"No, you go ahead I have to do something downstairs." he smiled softly.
Ben gave him a disappointed and hurt look, nodded and turned to head back to the bathroom. Grinning, Dean knew that Ben was trying to guilt him into going. Chuckling, he reached down and took hold of Ben's hand. Before Ben knew what was going on, he yanked him around, pulling him in close. Leaning down a bit, he reached his hands around his waist and lifted Ben's whole body up. Pulling him in, he kissed him hard and long. So long, that he felt two things. One was when Ben's ankle's locked together just above Dean's ass. The second was feeling the soft cock that pressed up against his belly button started to harden. Smirking through his smile, Dean released one of his hands and reached down and probed Ben's hole lightly.
Gasping, Ben ended the kiss and stared into his green eyes.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard later today." he whispered into Ben's ear and chewed on it a bit.
"Now?" he asked hopefully, bucking his dick into Dean's belly.
Dropping him, he smiled fondly and looked down at the now 15 year old cock that pointed straight up into the ceiling. Lightly slapping his behind and pushing him towards the bathroom door, he winked.
"Later" he told him, turning himself around towards the bedroom door. Halfway there, he turned and gave Ben a mischievous look."Don't jerk off in the shower." he warned.
Downstairs, he opened the freezer door and pulled out some frozen breakfast dinners. Putting it in the microwave, he heated it up and set it on the table. Just as he filled up two glasses of milk and sat down, he heard Ben coming down the stairs. Glancing forward, he noticed Ben was clothed. Looking down at himself, he figured he should do the same. Still, he decided to wait. Eating, Ben was quiet, but didn't look mad or sad, just thinking.
"What do you want to do today? Later we're going out, but until then...it's up to you. Except,"he raised a finger as Ben began to open his mouth."no sex." he finished. For some reason Ben didn't look put off. Instead, he looked amused and mischievous. They both finished their meal and got up. Walking to the couch, he yawned widely and patted the seat next to him. Ben shook his hand and sat down across from him on the love seat. As he watched, Ben began to smirk, so he raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"I want to watch you jerk off." he said out of nowhere, with a loud and confident voice.
"I just told you th-"he began, but was interrupted.
"You said no sex. Watching you jerk off isn't sex."he said smugly.
"You think you're so clever don't you?" he asked, amused.
"Get to it." he commanded with a huge smile.
Looking down at his crotch, Dean didn't feel horny right now.
"I don't think anyone has ever just watched me jack off before." he said, surprising himself.
"Yes you have."Ben said.
"How do you know that" he asked curiously.
"Remember when you first jerked me off while we were in the tub?" he asked, shakily, as if nervous.
"Yea..." he replied, smiling at the memory.
"Well," he began softly."When I was in my bed and you came into my room and told me goodnight, you acted really tense and in a hurry to leave my room. I figured you were horny and needed to relieve...some tension. I wait a minute or two, to make sure Mom didn't join you. When she didn't, I slipped out my door to the catwalk. I crept to the window of your bedroom." he said. Dean had a feeling where this was going, and it was such a turn on.
"I saw you take off most of your clothes, and then you laid down on the bed. Though it was dark, I saw the blankets begin to move up and down." he said, face turning pink and he stared down at his own crotch. Dead felt a tingle below and looked down to see his uncut cock coming to life. Slowly, he lowered his hand pulled back the skin a bit, then pushed it forward,
"You then shifted and sat atop the covers. I saw your hand moving up and down, slow at first."he whispered, glancing up and noticed Dean was fully hard now.
"Did you see my huge cock"" he asked, his voice becoming sultry.
"Sort of, but it was in the shadows. What really got me though was when you raised your hips a bit and reached down way lower than where your cock was. You began to push your body down toward you hand, so I knew you had to be fingering your hole. I hoped you were imagining you fucking me, pounding me so hard you would make me bleed." he went on, noticing Dean reaching down and began to finger his entrance as his story continued.
"I was."he whispered.
"Dean I was so hard. I wanted to go to you and suck your cock. I wanted to taste your cum in my mouth." he said shakily.
"Yea?" he asked, pumping his length a bit harder.
"As you got closer, I began to rub my own crotch and grind it into the side of the house, since I couldn't use my hands.
"I'm so close Ben...I'm going to shoot my load all over my stomach."he told him, his breathing becoming hitched as he forced a second finger into his hole.
"I'd been wanting to see your cock, touch it, suck it, ride it, for so long." he rasped reaching his hand down to his shorts and wrapped his hand around his shaft, showing Dean he was hard. Moving his hand, he matched Dean's movements. Groaning, Dean forced a third finger in and rubbed against his prostate. He was so close as he watched Ben continue to jerk his cock into the crotch of his shorts.
"As you came, I imagine you shooting your hot load into my tight ass..."he rasped.
"Mmmmm." he moaned, bucking his hips up, his orgasm approaching at light speed.
"Do you want to know what happened next?" Ben asked, his voice higher and shaking like crazy.
"Tell me." he groaned, feeling his cum leaving his nuts.
"I shot my load in my night shorts, while I ground my crotch into the side of the house as I watched you cum all over your body." he moaned, then gasped as his face turned red and he spasmed. A white wetness began to soak through the shorts he was wearing, where the head of his dick was pressed against the fabric. The vein on the side of his temple was throbbing as Ben rocked his body back and forth as his orgasm intensified and finally came to an end.
At this, Dean erupted, thick white ropes of cum burst out of his cock, painting his whole upper torso white. Shaking, he groaned and yelled Ben's name and still, he pressed his finger inside of him even harder against his prostate. Panting, it all came to an end and he collapsed back against the couch still shaking. Lazily, he smiled up at Ben, who was mirroring him almost exactly. Still white with cum, he got done on his knees and crawled over to Ben. Winking, he leaned into Ben's crotch and took hole of the shaft. Jerking back, Ben's sensitive penis released a last dab of seed.
Wrapping his lips around Ben's cum soaked shorts and suck as much as possible into his own mouth. Pulling the shorts down and off, he squeezed the fabric and sucked a bit more. As the taste of cum receded out of the shorts, he dropped them and leaned down and licked Ben's softening member with his tongue. Finally he wrapped his lips around the head and finished the job.
Smiling softly, Ben got down on the floor and sat down facing him. Pushing Dean back playfully, he licked as much cum off of his body as possible. Sighing, he laid to the side on the floor instead of laying atop Dean. Figuring he didn't want to get messy again, he couldn't blame Ben. Turning his head sideways, he kissed Ben's cheek and intertwined their fingers as they load there, staring in bliss up at the ceiling.