***hope you like it. The excursion times may be off. It might even be off and unbelievable. I moved some activities around tweaked some of the circumstances in order to make their day somewhat for mistakes but at the moment I'm rather tired and can't focus on them too much since I just want to conclude their day before the mission of next chapter.***
The area was open, looking across a tranquil pond that stretched out in two different directions. Off to the right was a large white building that looked like you could rent a boat? Looking off to the left, the pond meandering around a large bank while another arm stretched into a cove almost directly across from them. At the far end, swans graceful preened their feathers and stretched their wings. This deep in the park, the sounds of the massive city almost seemed nonexistent. Knowing they couldn't stay much longer, Ben sighed and turned to Dean. Sitting on the large concrete bench at the edge of the fountain, Dean looked across the calm water and smiled. Smirking, Ben took out his phone and took a picture a moment before Dean was able to change is face into something more manly.
Shrugging, he turned and made his way to the sidewalk. Dean hurried to his side as they came to one of the few roads that drove through the actual park, and not under it. Wondering where to go next, he turned to him, raising his eyebrows for instruction. Twisting his mouth, Dean looked around and noticed a large billboard. Walking up to it, Ben was able to see where they were, and the best way to their next destination. Dean pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it. There was a list of the sights they planned to see, grouped together in what he assumed was in the same area.
"Chrysler Building, Grand Central, and then Empire State Building." Dean said, looking up.
"Wish we could see more up town, but I want to go to the Statue of Liberty. Usually, that takes quite a while to do. Do you think we can come back some day Dean?" he asked, hopefully.
"Yes, if everything goes right, we'll be back. We may not ever be rich, but we won't really have to worry about money. Sam taught me everything he knows about…obtaining money through shady dealings. What he didn't show me, Charlie did." He said fondly.
"Never met him." He said looking at his watch, noticing it was just after 11 am.
"Charlie's a chick." He chuckled, ruffling his hair.
"You ever bang her?" Ben smirked, and was met by a smirk.
"She's not into dudes." He winked, flinging out his arm as a taxi came into view.
Pulling over, he opened the door for Ben as he slid in. All he said was Chrysler and the driver nodded. About twenty minutes later, they exited the cab and looked up at the enormous grey building. To Ben, the entrance looked a lot like one of the large windows that looked out of their dining room at home. On each side of single center doorway were two rotating doors below a large section windows with elegant black frames that allowed the light from Lexington Avenue to pore inside.
Stepping through the doors, the entire lobby had rich wood paneling. It might have been mahogany, but it didn't really matter. Soft yellow light lit the room from sconces situated along all the walls. Finally coming to center, large pillars lined with an elegant wood siding with vertical soft yellow light placed around them. A large mural covered the entire ceiling with what looked like religious material. Dean gave a low whistle and turned in a circle.
I would've never known the building is made out of wood." He said, stunned.
He snickered and Dean looked over with a raised eyebrow.
"It's not made out of wood, this is just paneling for the lobby Dean." He giggled.
"I knew that, I was just making sure you did." He said evasively, then added, "What time is it Ben?"
"Uh, 11:39." He said, glancing down at his watch.
"Do you want to go up to the observation deck? We still have lots to do and not a lot of time to do it in. I definitely want to visit the Empire State Building's observation deck since I bought the tickets online, even buying the upgrade to the 102nd floor with no lines. It wasn't cheap. If we visi—"he was cut off by Ben's exclamation.
"Dean, that's crazy! Why did you spend that much money? Those tickets are like $50 a piece aren't they?" he said, much louder than he had meant to.
"Shh!" he hissed, making an apologetic face to the few people that had stared at Ben's words." They were $75 a piece but it'll be wo-"he was cut off again.
"$7-"Dean lightly covered his mouth and the "five bucks?!" came out as "miv mucks"
"Come on," he said, pulling him back toward the front doors." The price is due to the fact we can visit the 86th, and the 102nd floors, with no waiting in line at all. With the lines, we could be waiting for more than half an hour. Besides, "he went on as they exited the building and made their way to Grand Central," we don't have a lot of time, and we still have to eat. By the time we visit Grand Central and finally make it to the observation deck, it'll well past 1. We're going to eat a fast lunch after that, and then it's off to Battery Park to see the Statue of Liberty, and Ellis Island. The rest of the day is up to you. By that time it'll be evening. I do have plans for dinner though." He finished, as Grand Central came into view.
Inside, Ben looked up at the enormous arched mint colored ceiling. Faint golden images and lines could be seen crisscrossing the entire area. Light enters the main concourse through six massive arched windows. Five smaller arched windows lined the two long walls that supported the weight of the building. Light colored brick lined the walls, while white marble seemed to cover the floor. After staring up for quite a while, he shook his head and looked back down. There was a sound that caused him to look over next to the edge of a staircase that lead to an upper level. As soon as he focused on the area though, he saw nothing. Next to him, he heard a loud rumble and turned to look at Dean's stomach.
"Hungry?" he teased.
"Easy now," Dean patted his stomach, "not until after the Empire building." He said, looked down.
Forgetting his troubles, he laughed and followed Dean out of the south facing side. It took maybe fifteen or twenty minutes to get to the final destination. Along the way, they decided not to hold hands, though they wanted to. Seeing the giant library excited him, but then made him feel a bit depressed since they didn't have the time to visit. Finally, the imposing building came into view as were a block away. Entering the building, Ben looked over at the lines and was astounded. There were so many people waiting. At one bend in a line, a sign with a digital counter said the wait would be thirty five minutes. Off to the right, there was the prepaid express line. The term line, didn't apply, as there was no one waiting. Biting his lip with excitement, he grinned up at a smirking Dean.
The view was spectacular from both floors, and though they had to wait for a fat older couple to get out of the way at the 86th floor, the 102nd floor was empty. At what felt like the top of the world, he reached out and held Dean's large hand. Squeezing it tightly, he wanted to kiss him, but a small security camera was placed just behind them. Though he looked like a teenager, he didn't look old enough to be legal yet. Sighing, he enjoyed the view for a couple more minutes before another rumble erupted from Dean's stomach. The descent was a bit more of a hassle, but nothing to complain about.
Taking a Taxi, the headed back to their hotel. Exhausted, they wanted nothing more but to take a nap…or something. They had stopped a few times to buy souvenirs at different places, so naturally they held a few bags. Ben had picked out some shirts for his mom, and even a large snow globe of the Empire State Building. Dean had a bag that was from the zoo, which he must have done when he went to take a leak. Throughout the day, he was careful enough to keep the bag closed. Not want to travel all the way up to their room, so they stopped by the front desk. The hotel offered to take the purchases up to their room and they were free to find a bite to eat before their rendezvous to the statue.
Stomach's full, they headed west across Washington Street and then West Street. Turning south, they followed the Hudson River Greenway until a long building stretched out into the river. The roof was steeple like a normal house. From there, they followed the waterfront to the spot where you boarded the ferries. Quite a large number of people already waiting for the ferry. Dean snickered and pulled out the tickets the hotel had printed for them and gave him one. Excited, he studied it and discovered they had a Crown Pass, meaning they would actually be able to travel to the top and look out from the head. Glancing under the description, it seemed visiting Ellis Island was also included. Grinning, he looked up at Dean, wanting to kiss him. So he settled for a quick pat on his thigh.
Once aboard the ferry, the trip lasted only fifteen minutes before they found themselves looking up at Lady Liberty.
"I've lost count how many times we've had to look up today." Dean muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I'll give you a massage once we're back at the hotel." He chuckled, gently smacking his butt.
"Liberty Enlightening the World" Dean said loftily.
"You know, you don't have to act ignorant about so much. I won't make fun of you. I know that you acted dumber than you are when Sam was around. Afraid he'd discover you're just as smart as him." He said, noticing Dean looked aghast at letting out this extra bit of knowledge.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He replied, his cheeks turning slightly pink.
Shaking his head, he urged Dean forward up the winding stairway until they came to the crown of the statue. At first they had to stand back as a family with small kids were in front of them. Each one wearing blue foam hats that imitated the statue's head. Finally, they were alone in the small space. Dean had to bend down a bit, for the ceiling was only a bit over six feet tall. Ben guessed the view was nice, but to tell the truth, it seemed that the experiences were starting to flow together, reducing the experience. Hearing some chuckling, he turned to look at Dean. Smirking, he looked at him, then out at the arm holding the flame. Leaning forward, he didn't find anything funny. Refusing to say more, they descended the statue. Walking out of the structure, Dean burst out laughing.
"What?" he asked, burning with curiosity.
"Well, from what I've heard, European women don't shave their pits like most do here in America." He said, squinting up at the statue.
"So?" he asked, still confused.
"Liberty here was from a French dude I think. Can you imagine how much armpit hair is hidden under those robes she's wearing?" he said, finally sitting down on a bench.
"Dude!" Ben exclaimed, his seriousness melting on the spot into one of humor mixed with disgust laughter.
Ignoring the stares, they entered the shop and bought his mom a stupid foam hat, but both agreed not to buy one for themselves. A horn sounded from outside, signaling the five minute mark until the ferry made its way over to Ellis Island. Overhead, the sky held a few more clouds than it had on their ride over from Battery Park. Ellis Island was OK, but again, it felt like he couldn't take anymore in. Soon, they boarded the last ferry heading back to the park. This time, they sat on a seat on a lower level and held hands with the souvenir bag hiding the act. Stretching, they rose and stepped back into Battery Park. While in Battery Park they visited Castle Clinton National Monument before returning to their hotel.
By the time they got there, it was well past 6pm. Yawning, Dean collapsed face down on the bed while Ben used the bathroom. Sighing loudly, he flicked his penis until to get the last drops out before returning to the bedroom. Now completely naked and on his stomach, lifted his ass into the air a bit. Ben smirked. He hadn't heard a thing while in the bathroom. Removing his clothing as quiet as possible, he couldn't take his eyes off of Dean's perfect ass. Completely nude himself, he crawled onto the bed and on top of Dean. Lining his body up with him, he kissed the back of Dean's neck affectionately. Still soft, Ben's penis rested between those fuckable cheeks. A muffled groan escaped from Dean as he slowly made his way down his body.
Poking his tongue out, he buried it in Dean's hole, causing his hip and ass to raise involuntarily into the air. Reaching between his legs, he pulled at his dick before it became too hard. His uncut cock was now laying with his hood pointed between his legs. Normally it was positioned upward and under his groin. Slowly pulling his legs apart, Ben ducked down and pushed his tongue between the glands and foreskin. Immediately, it began to harden and expand. Watching the transformation, he didn't even notice of his own hardness. Reluctantly, he began to massage the entire backside of his body instead of pleasuring Dean sexually. He would push his hardon into those cheeks, leaving quite a bit of precum at the top of the crack.
Stretching, he pulled at Dean's left arm until he rolled over on his back. His dick flew back and slapped loudly against his belly. Rolling his eyes, he worked his way up, but avoided his dick. After a while Dean's face became frustrated with the lack of attention in that area. Crawling, he pushed his lips against Dean's completely finished. Thrusting upward, his hard cock grinded into his own for what felt like hours. Both producing copious amounts of precum, he pulled back. Changing into a squatting position he fell hard and fast onto his member, coming to rest as far as possible. Hissing, Dean's eyes closed, and then opened with a hungry expression.
Reaching down, he pulled on his own dick while Ben began to move up and down on his rod in ever increasing speed and intensity. Rocking back and forth a few times, Dean finally was able to change their position into missionary style. No longer in control, Ben bit his lip as Dean slammed into with all his might. Gasping, Ben's arms fell atop Dean's chest as the power continued to grow. He pulled out all the way a couple of times before slamming him again. The large hand pumping his straining member increased in speed and pressure. Grunting, Ben shot his load everywhere. Quite a bit actually flew up and landed on his face and forehead, while the rest painted his stomach white. His dick became too sensitive to touch, but it didn't stop Dean.
Unable to retreat, he gritted his teeth and squirmed as it became too much. Face started to twitch, Dean roughly lifted him up and threw him back down on the bed. Ass in the air, he grabbed his hips and plowed him harder than ever. The sound of slapping skin filled the room as his thrusting began to shake and be erratic. Reaching down and around his hips, Dean pumped his still hard cock. Not as sensitive now, he thrust into his hand just as much. Pressure increasing on his shaft, he lost it a second time even before Dean had cum a first time.
"God, my hand his soaked from your juice boy, lick it off." He growled.
Pulling at his hand, he sucked the larger droplets of it before finally putting his fingers into his mouth and sucked the last of his mess. Gripping his hips again, he pounded into him mercilessly.
"Oh fuck, I'm gunna cum." He breathed, voice shaking.
"Do it. Give it to me." He pleaded.
"You want my load in you boy?" he asked, leaning down and kissing the back of his neck.
"Yea, shoot it inside me." He whined.
"Are you sure?" he moaned as his hips started to shake.
"Giving me that hot load. Harder you pussy!" he cried.
"Take it you little bitch." He roared giving one more mighty thrust.
His load erupted inside him, filling up his hole. The hot liquid blasted coated the walls, turning him on even more. Crying out, he looked down and watched as his own dick spurted out a few drops from this handless orgasm. Clamping his ass tight, he waited until Dean's twitching cock ceased shooting anymore cum out of it. With a load and satisfied groan, he fell back on the bed, dick slowly slipping out of Ben's messy hole. Panting, Ben turned and laid atop Dean, his cum now smearing into Dean's chest. Laughing softly, he pulled Ben down and kissed him hard. Pulling back, he licked the cum off his face and finally seemed content. Sighing, they laid there, staring into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity. With a groan, Dean pushed Ben off and sat up. Stretching, he took hold of Ben's arm and marched him into the bathroom to take a shower before dinner.
***I won't be returning for the next chapter for some time. I want to work on some of my others stories for a while.***