To tell the truth, when Ben first met Dean at his birthday party a few years ago, he was too young to really understand which sex he liked best. He had really liked how Dean had helped him get his present back from that punk ass in the park. When Dean showed up and rescued him and the other kids from that monster lady, he desperately hoped they would meet again. Now it was a couple of years later, and he definitely knew he was gay. Around a month before Dean's reappearance, he had discovered the wonderful activity of masturbation. Therefore, when Dean showed up on the front door, and his mom had invited him in, he had a lot more time to check him out and Dean became his main masturbation fantasy. At the end of that night, Lisa asked Dean stay the night, instead of looking for a hotel. He agreed, and by the next day, he was invited to stay with them for a while.

Before he knew it, Dean was his best friend. He would take him to the ballpark, swimming, even taught him about engines. One thing he really loved about Dean is that he never treated him like a baby, or even sugar coated anything. Dean had explained what he used to do with his brother, a monster hunter. It must have been neat, but when he had asked Dean for more details, it seemed too painful to retell, so he had dropped it.

Last month, Dean said they needed to move because there was something hunting him, and that he should go. Luckily, his mom and he had convinced him to stay. Still not pleased with the idea, she made a compromise, and they decided to move to into the middle of nowhere. The down side was he lost all of his best friends from school. In an odd way, he kind of was relieved. Most of his best friends were guys like him, and were hot, but totally straight. It was easier to not deal with his feelings for them, and there wasn't a chance of losing them when they found out he was gay.

During the short period of time before everything went to hell, he had spied on Dean whenever he got the chance. He knew it was perverted, but that didn't seem to matter...how could it when the object of observation was something as hot as Dean Winchester. Luckily, he was stealthy enough and Dean had never caught on. Sadly, he hadn't been able to catch
Dean with a boner, but still caught glimpses of his dick, but too far away for close detail. However, he had seen him getting into the shower a couple of times, and he had liked what he had seen. At fourteen, he didn't quite know how big...big was. Nevertheless, it looked huge, and something else was different too.

Dean had taken him fishing once, and while they were pissing into the creek, Ben had looked over and it looked like he had no head to his cock. Dean must have noticed that he had been staring at his dick, because Dean had nudged him with his elbow and a cheeky grin.

"Easy now, if want to keep checkin' out my good's it'll cost ya." Dean had laughed and winked. Giving his penis a shake or two, he put it away. It must have been apparent that he Ben was confused, because he looked at him, with a questioning look... "What is it Ben?"

"Your, thing looks weird." Ben said, his face and ears burning from the question.

"You mean my dick?" Dean had asked looking confused.

Ear's still burning, he nodded his head. Since Dean had said "dick" he supposed it would be ok if he said the same. "It didn't look like you have a head on your...dick," he said quietly.

"Oh, well." Dean laughed, looking relieved. "I do, you just can't see it when my hood is covering it." he winked.

"Hood?" he looked up at Dean.

Dean sighed, looked around to make sure no one else was near them. He unzipped himself again, and pulled out his dick. It seemed like since Dean was going to explain something, Ben was given permission to look directly at it. Dean pulled his skin back and revealed the head of his dick.

"It's called being uncircumcised. Look...don't go around telling anyone you were checking out my stuff...I usually don't go into other dude's junk, but most boys are cut. Right after they're born, doctor cuts off this skin," he pulled to a point that overlapped the head. "Many people think guys with uncut dicks are nasty because of the smell and it looks funny."

"It looks just fine to me...I mean...nothing ...sorry." he said in rush.

"That's alright Ben." Dean said with a bit of humor in his voice." Umm..." he paused and looked down at Ben's hand that was holding his own dick."I think it best if you put that away, or if you need to take care of it you can go over by the tree's." Dean said, pointing at Ben's penis and then to a point over to his left.

Ben looked down at his dick. During the time Dean had been explaining all of this to him, Ben had acquired a boner from checking out Dean. He quickly zipped himself up and ran back over to his fishing pole, wishing he could disappear.

"Dude, it's ok. Popping a bone is nothing to get embarrassed about." Dean had finished and ruffled his hair.

That night, he had jerked off to seeing Dean's dick, especially since he was so close to it. It looked huge to him, and he had a thick bush of pubes. Ben had just really started to grow his own, but it was still pretty sparse.

The week before they had moved into the house in the middle of nowhere, something had wrecked, and was totally. Dean was unhurt, except for a sore neck. However, Ben had broken his right arm and his left was sprained so badly, that any twitch he made with it felt like his arm was on fire. Ben was finally home with his mom and Dean, watching movies, because he couldn't do anything physical at all without extreme pain. Eating was a pain as well, having to use utensils one would use over a fire, really long with a wooden handle. Using the bathroom was probably the most embarrassing thing he had ever done. For the past few days he wore only sweat pants, which were easy to pull down, but not being able to touch his own dick meant he had to find a way to pee without help. Therefore, he would sit down and go, like a damn girl. The only good thing about it was that he could reach behind him to wipe, so thank god he didn't need any help when going number too. To go along with that, he hadn't jerked off in a week...which was torture for a fourteen-year-old boy.

By the fourth night home, he had begun to stink. Not being able to take a shower can do that to a guy. By the time dinner rolled around for them, his mom had become aware of his bad smell. She had asked if he wanted her to give him a bath, to which he had replied "NO!" even before she had finished the sentence. She looked over at Dean because he had chuckled at his reaction.

"What?" She had asked, looking at Dean with a sharp look on her.

Dean looked at Ben, and then looked at his mom.

"Look, a mom can't give her teenage son a bath. That's just not right.," he said with a smirk.

"Why not? I did it when he was a kid.," she challenged.

"Lis, he's a young man. You just can't. Trust me." he said sternly.

"Well, he stinks." she stated, as if Ben wasn't even in the room.

He looked at his damaged arms. There was no way he was going to let his mom give him a bath. He would rather sleep outside with his awful smell, than let his mom see him naked.

"Could you..."she began, and then seemed to realize what she was saying and broke off.

Dean looked at him, and gave him a soft smile.

"Honey, would you let Dean help you with a bath?" she asked looking directly at him.

He looked at Dean, who was smiling. Dean wiggled his eyebrows and gave him a fake kiss

"Dean!" Lisa looked up and caught Dean's actions.

"Oh, come on Lis!" I was just trying to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal for him. Which it's not, Ben's like my lil Bro" Dean gave him a gentle fake fist bump with his right arm.

Ben smiled and nodded, shrugging.

Lisa just shook her head and picked up their dinner plates.