"Ben?" he asked.
"Yea?" Ben replied, looking up from a book he was reading.
They had been on the road for a couple of hours and his legs started to cramp. Still, they didn't expect to make it to their destination until sometime tomorrow. He had booked a room at a hotel in Cleveland, Ohio. Never having visited the city before, he wasn't quite sure what to do first. He did want to visit the rock and roll museum though. Glancing over, he smiled at Ben and glanced down at his crotch. Grinning madly, Ben reached over and unzipped his jeans. He groaned as Ben's hands pulled out his uncut cock.
"Ben, suck me." he moaned.
"I plan to Dean." he chuckled, going down on the head.
"Your mouth feels so good." he said, dropping his hand to the back of Ben's bobbing head.
Lifting his head, he gave Dean a swift kiss on the cheek before diving down again.
"I can't wait to fuck you in the hotel room Dean." he said hoarsely.
All he could do was moan as a tongue dug into the slit on the head of his dick. Groaning, Dean glanced down just as Ben pushed his foreskin to the base. Looking back up, he smiled lazily as he drove into the slow lane on the interstate. Feeling a nip, he winced and looked down at Ben. Winking, Ben sucked and lightly nibbled on his foreskin. The action was something Ben had never done to him before. Raising an eyebrow, he looked back up and winced yet again.
"What are you doing Ben?" he asked, perplexed.
"I read online that if you put pressure on a precise area of the foreskin, it could cause an immediate and powerful orgasm." he confessed.
Shaking his head, he had never heard that befo- he gasped and immediately felt a surge of sensations and a tingling in his nuts. With a loud and deep grunt, he came. The power and volume was enormous. Shaking so badly he pulled over onto the side of the road and cursed with words he hadn't used in years.
"Oh my God...FUCK FUCK FUCK!" screamed, so loud he felt his throat burn.
Ben was looking up at him with the widest eyes he had even seen.
"Oh my god!Do it again!" he roared hips shaking uncontrollably.
Ben sat up and stared into Dean's green eyes. He opened his mouth but Dean grabbed his head and pushed him back down on his still quivering uncut cock.
"I said do it again." he panted, breathing hard.
Leaning back down, Ben started playing his the same spot on his foreskin that had trigger-
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST BEN!" he roared, even louder than the first time as another gigantic load shot out of his cock and into Ben's open mouth.
He felt tears gathering at the corner of his eye as his body was wracked with a series of continued throbbing in his cock. The orgasm was literally the best feeling he had ever had in his entire life.
"Please..." he whimpered quietly.
Grinning, Ben dove down once more. Though he still felt cum dribbling out of his throbbing dick, he felt Ben chew o-
"FFFFUUUUCKKK" he screamed so loud his voice cracked as another eruption of cum shot out. Closing his eyes, he grimaced as the orgasm continued, even longer than the first two. Feeling something wet hit his chin and realized it was his own cum. Panting, huffing, and cursing, he finally calmed. A few tears continued to well in his eyes. How on earth had he never felt that before.
"Oh god...Ben..." he mumbled, finally opening his eyes and staring down into a smiling face of his love.
"That..."said Ben, still looking startled,"was the hottest thing I've ever seen Dean." he said, eyes wide with shock.
Breathing still erratic, he looked into his rear view mirror and noticed cars whizzing by. His pants started to feel cold and he looked down to discover cum had soaked down into his jeans.
"How the hell did you do that?" he asked Ben as he finally pulled back onto the interstate.
"I told you." he grinned."I read it online. Let's do that again once we get to the hotel." he said brightly, reaching down behind him to the back seat and opened Dean's suitcase.
"No kidding Ben." he panted.
Shifting back around, Ben indicated for Dean to pull over again. Coming to a stop, he put the car in park and shimmied out of his cum soaked jeans. Ben had opened the side console and pulled out disinfectant wipes and began wiping away the sticky cum on his cock. Taking out another wipe, he thoroughly clean the foreskin and pubes, where the presence of drying cum would start to stink. Staring at his pants, he was glad they were an old pair because there was no way he could keep them with that much semen soaked into the denim. Feeling a rumble below, he started to panic thinking it was happening again, until his stomach growled loudly. It seemed he had worked up and appetite. Pulling on the clean khaki's Ben handed him, he zipped up and once more turned onto the road.
"Where do you want to eat? I'm starving Ben." he asked.
"Pizza." is all he said.
Raising and eyebrow he looked at a smirking Ben. Shrugging, he sat back and watched the cars pass by as he looked for an exit off the instate for a pizza place. Ahead, he could make out a sign that he thought might be Domino's Pizza. Nodding his head forward, he gave Ben a questioning look. Leaning forward, Ben strained to see the sign. A few moments later he nodded and smiled. Exiting the instate, they made their way up the exit ramp and finally into the Domino's parking lot. Glancing around, he leaned in and kissed Ben hard. Trying to convey all his feelings, he felt Ben smile into it. Breaking apart, Dean stared intensely into Ben's brown eyes.
"I love you so much Ben." he said softly, bringing his hand up to his mouth and kissing the back of it.
"I love you to Dean." he replied, leaning their foreheads together.