Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2016 11:49:08 -0500
From: G Jones <geojonsey@gmail.com>
Subject: Ken and I - Part 10

Ken and I - Part 10

I still wasn't sure what exactly I was going to say to Jamie, but I knew I
needed to talk to him. I walked across the street as slowly as I possibly
could, hoping to drag this out for as long as possible. I was nervous, and
I could feel my heart pounding. My mind was doing mental flip-flops trying
to think of some way to say something that would make this okay.

I realized I was standing at the back door; I might have been standing
there for a few seconds or a few hours, I couldn't tell. As I reached
forward to knock, the door opened. Ken and Jamie's mom was standing there.

"Oh, Martin, is there something you need?"

I was trying to engage my tongue, to make my mouth say something. Would
Ken's mom find it odd that I was there to talk to Jamie? What could I say?

"Is Ken home?" I stammered, knowing full well he wasn't.

"Ken? No, he's gone to the football tournament this weekend."

"Ohhh right. I completely forgot. Sorry."

"That's alright dear. By the way, did you leave your bike here earlier?"
she asked.

Oh god. She knows. Jamie told her about the pervert from across the
street. "Oh, ah, yeah. I was riding by earlier and, ah, Ja É Jamie
needed help fixing the chain on his bike. I must've forgot and walked
home." I managed to stutter out.

"Well wasn't that nice of you. You're such a sweet boy."

I felt myself blushing furiously at her comment. If only she knew how
untrue that was. How I had taken advantage of her little boy. How I had
betrayed my friend. How I loved sucking her older son's cock.

"Oh, well, it was no trouble really." I said, adding, "I hope it's still
fixed?"

"It must be; Jamie went out for a ride about fifteen minutes ago."

"Oh, ah, okay, well that's good. I guess. Okay, well, anyway I guess I'll
grab my bike and go."

"All right Martin, if you happen to run into Jamie tell him not to be home
too late."

I couldn't believe that she hadn't been able to read the guilt on my
face. Jamie hadn't said anything after all. At least for now. I felt
relieved that Jamie hadn't been home, that I could put off talking to him
for a while longer. Not that I had thought of anything to say to him yet. I
hopped on my bike and started to ride.

I rode around the neighborhood in random patterns, hoping to run into
Jamie, relieved every time I turned a corner and didn't see him. Without
realizing it I had come to the trail that lead to the train tracks. I
needed time to think and I guessed this was as good a place as any. When I
came to the spot where Ken and I usually stashed our bikes I saw that there
was already a bike there. It looked familiar. I knew that bike. I had seen
it and worked on it earlier. Jamie's bike. Jamie was here.

I froze. Should I leave my bike and look for Jamie? Should I turn around
and take off for home? I knew I was simply trying to avoid the
inevitable. Taking a deep breath I got off my bike and stashed it next to
Jamie's.

The area around the rails was quite extensive, trails ran off into the bush
and trees in many directions. I had no idea where Jamie might have gone; I
didn't know if he knew about the abandoned box car, but it was the spot I
knew best and it seemed like a good place to start. I began walking along
the rails. I hoped I wouldn't run into anyone else; I knew that Ken and I
weren't the only ones that came out here, but I figured the older kids
probably only came out there at night to have fires and probably smoke pot
and fool around. Still, I didn't want to take a chance getting caught, not
that I was doing anything wrong.

I took broad strides, walking on the railroad ties to avoid crunching
through the stone ballast between them. The rail took a long, slow turn
here, and in the distance I could see the boxcar. I wasn't entirely sure,
but I thought I could see someone standing to the right of it, where the
boxcar door normally stood open. With the sun in my eyes I couldn't quite
make out the figure. I stepped off the rail bed into the grass and bush to
the left; I wanted to approach slowly and quietly in case it wasn't Jamie.

Fortunately the bush was crisscrossed with trails, making it relatively
easy to approach the boxcar quietly and without being seen. I made mental
note of this. There was nothing that would stop anyone else from being able
to sneak up on Ken and I if we were at the boxcar. I had no desire to be
caught out there with Ken's cock in my mouth. Or anywhere else.

I was now even with the boxcar just to my left. I stepped towards it as
quietly as I could; fortunately only the door on the opposite side was slid
open. The door on side remained closed, in all likelihood rusted in
place. I crouched down and looked under the boxcar. I could see a foot
dangling down; whoever it was, they were now sitting on the boxcar
deck. Stepping to the edge, I found that the door on this side hadn't been
closed all the way; there was a small space through which I could peer
inside.

Jamie was sitting on the edge with his back against the open door, one leg
dangling down, the other on the deck bent at the knee with his arms wrapped
around it. His head was up and he was staring out the open door. I couldn't
read the expression on his face, but it seemed he was deep in thought. I
was again struck by how much Jamie resembled his older brother.

I was about to step back and walk around to the other side when Jamie
moved. He pushed himself up and stood at the edge of the door, not quite
facing away from me. With his left hand he gave his crotch a little
squeeze, and I stood rooted to the spot as he began to undo his shorts. He
pushed down the front of them, including his white briefs, exposing himself
to the open air. I could make out a small patch of straggly dark hairs; I
was surprised as I had assumed he'd still be smooth and bare. Maybe he was
starting early, like I had.

Just below was his small fleshy tube, somewhere between an inch or two, the
head covered with a short bit of foreskin. He wasn't hard, but it jutted
slightly forward, resting on top of his small sack of boy marbles. Reaching
down he pulled the skin back, and a few dribbles of pee fell from the tip
before turning into a full on stream that arced across the open air and
falling down out of view below the boxcar deck. I could hear it splashing
on the stones of the rail bed. I could also feel a tightening in the front
of my shorts as my own fleshy tube began to harden and rise.

Jamie's stream stopped, and he pushed and pulled his foreskin a few times,
forcing the rest of his piss out in a a few short bursts. I had fully
expected him to pull up his pants, but instead he continued to push and
pull his foreskin. I watched in fascination as his small penis began to
expand and harden; within seconds it was fully hard, curving up slightly
from the base, the skin pulled back revealing a pink helmet not much
thicker than the shaft. I guessed it was between three and four inches in
length, which seemed quite respectable for his age.

I could feel sweat dripping from my forehead, a combination of the heat of
the afternoon and the incredibly hot sight unfolding in front of me. I
could also feel my own hardness twitching in my shorts, a small stream of
precum leaking into my shorts. Jamie continued to slide his hand over his
cock, from base to head where he'd rub his palm all around before returning
to the base. Every few strokes he'd spit into his hand and resume what
appeared to be a well practiced movement. I could see the look of his
pleasure on his face, knowing from my own experience how good it
felt. Without looking away I reached down and gave myself a good squeeze.

Jamie's mouth was hanging open as his stroking speed increased. Although I
couldn't hear him, I knew his breath would be started to come in short
ragged bursts as he approached his climax. Within a few minutes of
starting, I saw his face and body tense, and a few squirts of cum burst
from his stiff prick, dropping to the deck of the boxcar. I could see him
let out a long slow breath as he shook a final few drops off the
head. Holding his hand in front of him, he stretched a small string of his
boy jizz between his thumb and finger, tentatively sniffing at it. I
thought I was going to cum in my pants when I saw his small tongue dart out
of his mouth for a taste. His face remained neutral, seeming neither to
register like or dislike.

At that moment I lost my balance and stepped loudly into the stones of the
rail bed. I heard Jamie gasp and the last thing I saw before nearly falling
was him scrambling to pull up his shorts. As much as I wanted to run back
into the bush, I knew deep down that I couldn't do that to Jamie. I had to
talk to him. I found my feet and walked around to the other side. As I
stepped into view, Jamie had jumped down from the deck of the boxcar and
begun to run. He ran right into me, knocking me off balance, both of us
falling and rolling down the side of the rail bed into the grass below.

"Fuck. Fuck. Get off. Let me go." Jamie shouted.

"Jamie. Stop. It's just me. Stop." I shouted back and held on to him, "It's
okay, I just want to talk to you."

Jamie stopped momentarily, finally registering that it was me. I'm not sure
if that made it better or worse, given what had happened earlier that day.

"Fuck," he cursed again.

He made to get up and leave, but I held his arm, "Just stop for a minute.

He sat up, but didn't make to leave. With his legs bent at the knees, he
hugged himself and put his head down. I could hear him begin to sob
quietly. I sat up next to him, not exactly sure what to do or say. I
reached out and tentatively put my hand on his shoulder; I could feel him
tense momentarily, and then relax again as I moved my hand to his other
shoulder and pulled him in towards in sort of partial hug.

""Jamie look, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to," I began, "well, I didn't
mean to spy on you or anything like that. I just wanted to talk to you. And
then when you, well, you know, I just wanted to keep quiet. So that I
wouldn't embarrass you." That last part was only partially true. Of course
I didn't want to embarrass him, but that part of my teen brain that had
been permanently rewired to sexual pervert wouldn't have let me look away
even if I had wanted. But I figured Jamie didn't need to hear that part.

Jamie had stopped sobbing, but he still wouldn't look up, his face still
buried down against his knees.

"I know, y'know, I know this is embarrassing, but I really need to talk to
you. About, y'know, about before. This morning."

Jamie finally glanced at me, "Oh God", his face was red, likely from
blushing, crying and the heat of the afternoon. He looked back down, "Oh
God."

"Look Jamie," I began again, "we were just, y'know, fooling around. Like
wrestling around I mean. Y'know, like you and your brother did. And look, I
mean, stuff happens sometimes. Like when you're our age, well," I wasn't
sure exactly how to go on. "I mean, look, I get, y'know É boners." I
added quietly, "All the time. From anything. And like, well, when you're
goofing around like that. Well." I left it at that for a moment. I wanted
to see how Jamie was reacting. If he was reacting. Or if I just ought to
continue to babble.

Jamie briefly looked at me and then back down, although he didn't put his
head back down on his knees. He sniffed a couple of times, "I didn't mean
for it to happen," he said faintly, "it just. Did."

"I know Jamie. It's okay. Like I said, y'know, stuff like that can happen
to guys our age," I was beginning to feel a bit more confident. And I
wanted to make Jamie feel better. Genuinely I did,

"And look, I promise I won't say anything about it. To anyone. It happened,
and well, no one has to know, right?" I added hopefully, but Jamie didn't
respond.

"And well, just now, like just before, when you were É," I started,
Jamie quickly glancing at me before looking down again, "well, look É I
probably shouldn't tell you this, but É sometimes, when I've been out
here É well, y'know, sometimes a guy just gets É horny."

That drew a giggle from Jamie and he glanced at me again, a slight grin on
his face.

I continued, wanting to relieve more of Jamie's tension, "Well, and, y'know
É I've sort of done it. That. Out here too."

Jamie giggled again and quietly said, "Yeah, I know."

For the moment I assumed Jamie meant that he knew what boys do when they're
alone and they get horny. I was beginning to feel better about the whole
situation. This was going to be all right. A little secret between me and
Jamie. No one would know. Ken wouldn't have to know. I smiled at Jamie.

"I know," Jamie said again, quietly adding, "about out here É about you
guys."

Jamie's bombshell hung there between us. The smile fell from my face and I
looked hard at Jamie, trying to read his face. He knew? I was praying he
meant about guys in general, guys that maybe came out to the boxcar by
themselves to masturbate. About horny guys masturbating in general. But
somehow I wasn't able to convince myself of that.