Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2016 18:03:59 -0500
From: G Jones <geojonsey@gmail.com>
Subject: Ken and I - Part 12

Ken and I - Part 12

Jamie blushed furiously and refused to look directly at me.

"C'mon Jamie, talk to me," I said, "if you want to go bike riding and hang
out with us I can maybe talk to Ken about it. I bet he misses hanging out
with you as much as you do, it's just that -- well when a guy gets older,
y'know, other stuff starts happening and it maybe doesn't sound so cool to
say that you wanna hang out with your little bro."

Jamie still wouldn't look right at me. "It's just that -- I don't know,
for a while it's like he's just always too busy to wanna do anything. He's
always out or whatever. And well --", Jamie stalled, "-- well since he
started hanging out with you -- it's just not the same anymore."

A strange thought crossed my mind; could it be that Jamie was jealous of
me? That I was taking Ken away from him?

"Look, I -- Ken and I, we're just -- I don't know." I wasn't really
sure what to tell Jamie. The truth was I didn't fully understand exactly
what was happening either.

"I wish," Jamie started quietly, "--I wish Ken liked me -- like he
likes you."

"Well of course he likes you --," I started, then hesitating, "--
Jamie, are you saying -- are you saying that you want to do stuff with
your brother? Like -- what you saw us doing?"

"Is that bad?" Jamie asked, tentatively turning and looking at me.

"I don't know how to answer that Jamie. I mean -- geez, he's your
brother, and --," I was trying to formulate an answer, but I really
didn't know what to say. The truth was that there was a part of my hormonal
teen brain that was really aroused at the thought of Jamie and Ken, hell,
any two brothers doing that. If Jamie was my younger brother -- the
thought lingered in my head. I started remembering seeing the two of them
wrestling on the floor, then of how Jamie and I had wrestled around
outside.

Jamie spoke, breaking me out of my thoughts, "He let me -- once."

"Jamie -- wait, what? What do you mean he let you once? Let you do what
once?"

Jamie dropped his head again and blushed. God, how I loved seeing him blush
like that, his smooth pink cheeks glowing like that. "Let you do what?" I
repeated.

"It -- it was about four months ago," Jamie began, "-- I -- I had a
wet dream," Jamie continued, a small grin spreading across his still
glowing young face. "I went to the bathroom, y'know, to like clean up? I'd
peeled off my pajamas and was kind of -- y'know, checking out the
mess. Anyway, I touched it and there was like a little glob of cum on my
finger and -- it was so embarrassing, Ken walked in and well, he saw
everything. I mean, I was standing there in just my tee shirt and -- and
I had a boner and. Ken was like `what the fuck' and then he started
laughing and -- and then he said `did you just --' and he made a move
with his hand, y'know, like -- like when you're stroking? And I just
shook my head and then he goes `wet dream?' and I got really embarrassed,
and then he laughed `wow, my little bro is becoming a man' and I just
turned around and ran back into my room. He -- he came in after me and I
was on my bed and he started telling me not to worry about it, that he was
just surprised that it had already happened to me, and anyway -- we
talked about stuff, y'know? And I asked him if it happened to him and said
it did but not as much anymore since he started beating off and I guess I
looked confused and he made that motion with his hand again? He sort of
explained that if you rubbed yourself when you were hard that you could
make that stuff come out, cum he called it. I asked him if he did that and
he said he did. And then I noticed that he had a boner and I guess he saw
me looking and he laughed and said `that's called morning wood' -- and I
said so you rub it when it's like that? He didn't say anything for a second
and then he said `look, this is just between us right?' and I nodded and he
goes `yeah' and then a second later he goes `okay, look, just between us
right' and I nodded again. So he pulls down my covers and I'm still just in
my tee shirt and -- and then he pulled down his underwear and man his
thing looked so big. And he goes `you do it like this' and then he started
rubbing it, like y'know, up and down and I was just watching and he goes
`you do it'. And -- well I thought he meant do to do it to him -- so I
reached for his and he was like `woah', but he moved his hand and I grabbed
his and y'know, started rubbing him. And well, after a couple of minutes he
was like `shit, hang on' and I stopped but I still had my hand on it? And
then a big squirt of cum came out and he was `fuck, don't stop' and I
started again and he kept squirting stuff onto his stomach and all over my
hand."

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. Ken had let Jamie jerk him off. I
realized how hard I'd become again, listening to Jamie tell me about it. I
reached down and gave myself a squeeze.

"It was all hot and slippery," Jamie continued, "-- and then a minute
later he was like `fuck, okay, you can't tell anybody about this right,
promise' and I just nodded and he just pulled up his undies and got up and
walked away."

"Wow," I breathed out, " -- and so -- that was it? Nothing else has
happened?"

Jamie shook his head, "No. I -- I wanted to -- I mean, it was really
cool and -- but I was too embarrassed to ask him and -- he never said
anything about it and -- I don't know, after that it was kind of like he
was avoiding me, and--", he let his thought hang there.

Suddenly it started to make sense to me. Ken was embarrassed about what had
happened between him and Jamie. What he'd let Jamie do. Maybe he even
thought he'd made Jamie do it. I knew it should feel wrong, but the thought
of Ken making Jamie jerk him off, maybe making him do more than that, made
me feel even hornier than I already did. My cock was achingly hard and
leaking despite the orgasm I'd had not long ago. It didn't escape Jamie's
notice.

"Jamie look --", I began and he giggled.

"I am looking."

"Fuck Jamie, you little horndog, that's not what I meant," I laughed, but
quickly stopped as Jamie's little hand reached out and grabbed me. I drew
in a deep breath as Jamie's hand slowly slid up and down my shaft, slick
from the precum. I wanted to tell Jamie what I was thinking, but for the
moment those thoughts were secondary to the feeling that was building.

"Fuck Jamie, don't stop," I moaned, not realizing I was echoing what Ken
had said to him. Jamie grinned and increased the pace of his stroking. It
took only minutes of feeling his hot little hand on my stiff teen prick to
make me erupt; several volleys of cream squirted up and splattered down
across my pulled down briefs and pants.

Jamie pulled his hand away and giggled while pointing at the wet mess, "I
guess now we're even."

"Oh my god!" I groaned with pleasure as Jamie continued to laugh.

"You think that's funny?" I asked in a mock tone of anger. I turned and
pushed Jamie down into the grass with my left hand while reaching down into
his crotch with my right. I could feel his boner pushing up against my
hand. I could also feel how moist his shorts were from where he'd squirted
his load while watching me masturbate.

Jamie tried pushing me away in between laughing, but I knew he couldn't. I
held him down and reached into his shorts, feeling his slick young
cock. Jamie's laughter died away and his mock fight to get away from me was
replaced by a quick thrusts against my hand. Between my rubbing and his
thrusting I knew Jamie wouldn't be far from having his third orgasm in less
than hour. His breathing turned to short ragged breaths and moments later I
felt hot liquid squirt hard against the palm of my hand. I continued to rub
until Jamie begged me to stop, his cum slickened cock head now extra
sensitive from the orgasm.

I pulled my hand out of his shorts and without thinking about it brought it
to my face. Jamie's young spunk smelled different than Ken's, not quite as
musky and strong, but still intoxicating. Sticking out my tongue, I lapped
up his boy cream. I realized Jamie was watching me with wide eyes.

Far from embarrassed I said, "Whatever, don't look at me like that. I bet
you've tasted it yourself. And I bet you'd eat mine," and then added, "or
Ken's."

Jamie blushed.

We sat quietly for a few minutes, "I guess we should probably get
going. Before someone else catches us like I caught you."

"Or the way I caught you and Ken," Jamie added.

I stood up, pulling on my briefs and pants. Jamie stood next to me and we
checked out each other's clothes, agreeing that although splatters of our
jizz could be seen, it wasn't so bad that we were likely to have anyone
know what it was. Of course we were mostly concerned about our mothers. But
they were used to us boys coming home dirty from a day's worth of
horseplay.

"Jamie." I started, thinking back to what I had started to say to Jamie
earlier, "-- what if -- what if I could, y'know, fix things between you
and Ken?"

"What do you mean `fix things'?"

"I mean -- what if I could fix things so that Ken -- that he -- liked
you? Y'know? Kind of like he likes me?"

Jamie stared at me as a plan started to form in my mind. I didn't want to
wreck things with Ken, between him and I. But the thought of him and
Jamie. Well, maybe there was a way I could have it all. And I hoped I
wouldn't end up with nothing.