Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2017 14:26:03 -0600
From: G Jones <geojonsey@gmail.com>
Subject: Ken and I - Part 14

Ken and I - Part 14

My last class of the day passed uneventfully. As I had hoped, no one paid
much attention to me slipping into class after the bell had already rung
except our teacher who gave me a look that clearly said let's not make a
habit out of this.

It was also a class without Ken which meant that as soon as it was done I
could bolt for home without having to walk with him. At this point I wasn't
wanting to avoid Ken out of anger, but it fit into the plan that had been
building in my mind for the past hour. I wanted to avoid Ken as much as
possible for the next little while to make him feel anxious about what had
happened. I figured that if I could make him feel guilty for what he'd done
to me, he'd be easier to manipulate and less likely to suspect I was up to
something. It sounds really cold and mean to think about now, but to my
hormone addled teen mind it seemed like a perfectly rational thing to do.

 I managed to generally evade Ken for the next few days; at school I'd keep
my eyes open so that when I did see him I could slip down another hallway
or loose myself in a crowd of other kids. I made sure to arrive to our
common classes just after him and sat at desks across the room; at end of
class I'd try to be first out the door. I could tell that Ken was trying
hard to catch my attention, and I knew that I obviously couldn't avoid him
for the entire week. At some point Ken was going to park himself somewhere
and wait for me so I couldn't possibly avoid him.

And that's exactly what happened on Wednesday. The mid part of the walk
home passed through a lightly wooded area that separated where we lived
from the school and the houses immediately around the school. Ken had
skipped his last class, and as I turned a corner on the path he stepped out
from behind a tree and blocked my way. It was so unexpected that I just
about screamed and nearly wet myself. He grabbed my arm and pulled me along
a little ways off the path, further into the trees and bushes.

There was a mixture of anger and confusion on Ken's face as he started,
"What the hell Martin, why have you been going out of your way to avoid
me?"

At this point any trace of anger I'd had at Ken over what had happened in
Monday's class had passed, but I knew that to make my plan as effective as
possible, I'd have to play it up a bit. I just hoped I could be reasonably
convincing.

"Look, I know you were embarrassed, and I guess you have a right to be mad
at me, but É well, it isn't all my fault. I can't help it if you were
that horny, I never figured you'd y'know, jizz that easily during
class. And well É I'm pretty sure no one else noticed, it's not like
anyone laughed or said anything. C'mon Martin, I'm sorry okay? Please? I
really want us to be friends again."

Almost under his breath, he added, "I miss you."

I could hear the sincerity in Ken's voice, and for a moment his simple,
genuine statement made me question what I was doing. I knew that if I
played this wrong, I could permanently mess up my friendship with Ken. But
of course at 14 years of age, that sort of thinking didn't always lead to
making solid, sensible decisions.

"Yeah, well maybe they didn't notice, " I started, trying to inject the
right level of emotion into my voice, "but É it was mean, and É and,
"I sniffed.

"I would've been humiliated if they had. Fuck, those guys would've made my
life miserable! Remember how they teased that kid that wet himself in gym
class last year? That went on for months!"

Ken could barely look me in the eye, "I know. I said I was sorry, okay? I
didn't mean for it to happen like that anymore than you did. C'mon
Martin. Come over to my place tonight okay?"

Ken's eyes were glistening as he looked up at me, and trying to put on a
playful smile, added, "Or maybe a bike ride?"

His overall reaction couldn't have been better, not even if I'd written a
script and asked him to act it out, "I É Ken, look, okay? I É I can't
tonight, we're going over to my cousins' place. I wanna be friends again
too. But I don't wanna talk about all this here, now."

I paused before continuing, trying to make it seem as though the next part
had just come to me, "Saturday morning. I'll meet you at the boxcar at
11:00. Okay?"

"Saturday? Geez Martin, why do we have to wait all the way until then. What
about Thursday night? Or Friday? C'mon, this can't have been that big of a
deal, can it? I already said I was sorry. And É and É you said you
wanna be friends again too."

Of course part of me wanted nothing more than to meet Ken tonight. Hell, if
I'm being honest, I'd been eyeing Ken's crotch, the way his jeans
practically hugged his body and gave you a real sense of what was
underneath. Even though we were still relatively close to the path that a
lot of kids used, I'd have dropped to my knees right here and now, pulled
his pants and briefs to mid-thigh and sucked his cock until it blasted a
hot creamy load into my mouth and down my throat.

Damn it, I had to control those thoughts or my stiffening dick would give
it away. "Saturday. I've just got some thinking to do. It's not just about
class É it É it felt weird when you were gone the whole weekend."

Ken's hopeful smile practically slid off his face. I didn't want to push
Kent too far, I didn't want him to think that I was `breaking up' with
him. Not that we were a couple. The truth was that it had felt weird while
he was gone, and even though I'd messed around with Jamie, I had genuinely
missed having Ken near me. I wasn't really sure what I'd been feeling; we'd
already admitted that we liked each other. Was this turning into something
way bigger than that?

"Hey, it's not like that. I already said I wanna be friends again. And É
and I missed you too, okay? I just want some time to think about what I
wanna say to you, okay? It's like when we're together, I can't really think
straight." And it was true; when I was with Ken, my already normally
muddled mind turned to complete mush. Ken's look, feel, touch, smell É
everything about him overwhelmed me when we were together.

That slightly wicked grin and twinkle in Ken's eyes that I had come to love
made an appearance for the first time that week. "Maybe that's because all
the blood rushes out of your brain to power your little head."

"Fucker, watch what you're calling little!" I retorted with a grin on my
own face.

Ken smiled, "Okay then. Saturday morning at 11:00. I'll meet you É now
can we walk home together? Or do I have to wait for that until next week?"

"Nah, c'mon," I turned to head back towards the path, "let's just make sure
no one sees us coming out of the bushes together. It'll be weird."

"Why?" Ken laughed, "Because they know you're a big cocksucker?"

"Fuck you! Besides, they've seen you in the locker room, so if anything,
I'd be a small cocksucker."

We both laughed as we got back onto the path. No one was around and we
headed towards home. Together. I realized how much I'd been missing the way
we teased and bugged each other. I guess when you're 14, this is what
passes for the typically unspoken `I like you' between boys. Kind of like
punching a girl in the arm when you're 10 means the same thing.

None of this changed the plan that had now come fully together in my
mind. If anything, I was more resolved to see it through. I'm not sure why,
but somehow our little exchange had encouraged me to believe that I could
pull it off without losing Ken.

We walked home, chatting about school and Ken telling me about his football
weekend which included pranks like locking each other out of their rooms in
just their underwear, dumping buckets of cold water on guys showering, and
pantsing around the hotel pool.

While none of it was intentionally sexual, the thought of Ken and the boys
on the football in their underwear, showering and having their pants or
swim shorts pulled down was like fuel on the fire that was beginning to
build in my groin. I knew that if Ken noticed and said anything, I'd likely
give in and go to his place. Luckily we were only minutes from home and
once safely in my room, I could take care of some business that I hadn't
had time to that morning before school.

Ken said, "I'll see you on the way to school tomorrow?" to which I shouted
yes as I quickly made my way across the street to my house.

When I got inside, I was anxious to get to my room. There was a note pinned
to the corkboard by the door where we kept our keys, calendar and various
other odds and ends. Mom had gone out shopping, and dad was going to meet
her after he was done work; they wouldn't be home for at least a couple of
hours. If I was hungry, there was some leftover pizza in the fridge. But
right now, pizza would have to wait. Walking into my room, I didn't bother
closing the door.  I stood in front of the full length mirror that hung on
the wall next to my closet. Like many boys my age, I was often
self-conscious about the way I looked and the way I was developing. My skin
was relatively clear, although zits had a way of showing up at the most
inconvenient times, usually before some major social function, or at least
what passed for major social functions in my somewhat limited social circle
of primarily nerds, other than Ken.

I examined my face as I started to unbutton my shirt. My teeth remained
relatively straight. Nothing above my lip or under my chin that suggested
I'd need to start shaving anytime soon. Not that I was in a hurry for that;
I'd seen some of the older boys at school with nicks and cuts, or those
that simply let the scraggly growth sit there.  As I let my shirt fall to
the floor, I looked at my chest. I wasn't scrawny, but neither was I
particularly fit. Just average I guess; not quite as developed as Ken, but
then I wasn't into sports quite the way he was. No hair on my chest, but a
slight trail of hair was forming from my belly button, leading down into my
pants. I lifted my arms and saw that the whisp of pit hair that had started
forming last year was now becoming fuller and thicker.

Although I had started puberty somewhat earlier than most of the guys I
knew, other than pubic hair, I had remained fairly hairless for quite a
while. My pit hair was now another sign of my overall development, and I
felt that it was a good amount; not overly thick, but enough to make it
obvious I was becoming a man. I had also noticed that the odor from my pits
had been getting stronger and that `magically', underarm deodorant had
shown up in the bathroom I used. I was still trying to get used to the
habit of using it on a daily basis, and if I had to be honest, the odor
wasn't entirely unpleasant to me. Turning my head, I inhaled and began to
imagine what the guys on Ken's football team must smell like. Not that rank
odor of having just come off the field, dripping wet with sweat. Just what
it must be like in their shared hotel room, four boys together, horsing
around, their skin glistening slightly, their combined scent hanging in the
air.

Fuck, I knew I was getting turned on as my mind wandered from reality into
fantasy. Without even realizing it, my dick had gotten fully hard, pressing
awkwardly against the fabric of my jeans. In the mirror I could see it
bulging out; my arms immediately came down and my hands fumbled with the
button and zipper, trying to keep some semblance of control rather than
just ripping them off. As I opened them and began to slowly slide them
down, my briefs tugged slightly down as well, revealing what I felt was a
rather impressive bush. It didn't spread wide, but it had a good shape, was
reasonably full and dark, and stood out well against my smooth pale pink
skin. As I tugged my jeans down further, I could see a wet spot forming and
spreading where the tip of my dick pressed against the fabric of my briefs.

I slipped back into the fantasy forming in my mind. For some reason I was
part of the weekend football trip. I wasn't sure if a `locker room towel
boy' went on these kind of trips, but for now that seemed like a reasonable
thought. The accommodations at the hotel hadn't worked out evenly, so I had
been put in a room with four of the players. We had all come back from a
late dinner at the hotel buffet and were beginning to get ready for bed. As
I was getting undressed, one of the larger boys glanced at me and noticed
that I was tenting my briefs and had a noticeable wet spot on the
front. Laughing, he pointed and got the attention of the other guys, "Damn
guys", he would say, "looks like we got ourselves a queer in our room." I
blushed and tried to cover myself, but it was too late as they surrounded
me and two of them pulled my hands away to either side. "See, I told you",
the leader of this little group would say, "check out that boner. Fuck,
looks like he might've creamed himself already."

I would blush furiously, "C'mon guys, leave me alone, I'm not a fag."

"Yeah, right," he would say, "that's why you're always checking us out, you
probably like to sniff our jocks while we're in the shower." All the boys
laughed as he continued. "I don't know about you guys, but my girlfriend's
been real stingy with her pussy lately, wouldn't even suck me off before
the trip." He was rubbing his crotch while he spoke, "He's here anyway, and
I bet his mouth would feel as good as anything else." One of the other guys
spoke up, "Yeah, ha ha, better than the hand you were gonna use later
tonight."

"Fuck you," leader boy said, "or you'll be next. So c'mon Martin, why don't
you be a good little fag and get down on your knees for us." All the boys
looked at each other, nervous, but laughing, and I could see their
underwear beginning to tent out.

"I'm not É", I began as I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, pushing
me down on to my knees.

"Sure you are", leader boy said, "don't worry, we won't say anything as
long as you do as you're told, right guys?"

I was scared, but excited. Rather than softening, if anything, my dick had
gotten even harder and more precum leaked into my briefs. On my knees,
leader boy stepped in front of me, pushing his heavily bulging crotch into
my face. I could smell a mixture of sweat, piss and what I was sure was
dried cum. I could feel my mouth watering, and as leader boy put his hand
on my head, I stopped resisting and opened my mouth, tasting the front of
his briefs.

"Fuck boys, I knew it," he said, quickly pushing his briefs down to his
knees. His thick hard cock bounced into view, and he stepped back towards
me, the cut wet head sliding against my lips. I let him push it into my
mouth and I began to rhythmically slide my mouth up and down the shaft,
using my tongue all around the head.

"Holy shit," one of the other boys exclaimed. Out of the corner of my eye I
could see the other three watching intently as I sucked their friend's
large cock. No one was holding me down anymore; they were all rubbing their
own packages as they could only look on to the sight in front of them.

Within minutes, leader boy grunted, "Fuck he's good, I'm gonna cream!" and
immediately I felt his cock throb against my tongue as gush after gush of
his thick hot load blasted into my mouth. There was so much that I could
barely contain it, and some of it spilled out and down my chin as he
continued to pump his dick into my mouth. I could feel my own cock lurch,
still trapped inside my own briefs, as a spurt of precum pushed its way
out.

Pulling his spent cock out of my mouth, I had no time to even swallow what
was in my mouth before one of the other boys had stepped in to take his
place. Briefs pushed down under his balls he slid a slightly smaller but
just as hard dick into my mouth. I swirled the first load of cum around the
head and shaft of his dick as I began to blow him. My hands and arms, which
had felt frozen in place, loosened and moved up to grasp him at his
hips. Although I knew he wouldn't back away now, I felt some small measure
of control in holding him there. His hips began bucking and a steady stream
of moans escaped his lips.

"Fuck, you're liking that a little too much," leader boy laughed as the boy
in my mouth began to unload his own load of cream. Barely finished, the
third boy practically pushed him aside, and his dick dragged out of my
mouth it wiped thick rope of cum across my cheek.

"Geez, take it easy dude," he said as the third boy's cock stabbed into my
mouth. He must've been rubbing himself the whole time his two other buddies
had been face fucking me because in less than a minute he unleashed a flood
of jizz into my mouth and down my throat. I could see that the last boy
already had his briefs pulled down, stroking himself steadily while
repeating "Oh fuck, oh fuck" over and over under his breath. Before his
buddy had a chance to pull his cock out of my mouth, the last boy was
standing next to him, grunting as ropes of thick hot jizz erupted from his
cock all over my face.

"You dirty fuck, at least let me get out of the way before you blow your
wad," his buddy said as he took a step back. I eagerly turned my head, and
putting a hand on the last boy's ass I pulled him towards me and into my
mouth as the last of his ejaculation spilled out onto my tongue.

I was dragged back into the reality of my room as an powerful orgasm
gripped my body. Looking in the mirror I could see that at some point
during my fantasy my pants and briefs had fallen to the floor, bunch around
my ankles. My rock hard cock was throbbing and twitching in my hand; the
intensity of my ejaculation sprayed rope after rope of cum, splattering
against the mirror, running down towards the floor. I was trembling, and my
legs were beginning to feel like rubber as I unloaded what felt like an
insane amount of cum. The last of it was running out of the head and
falling down onto my briefs and pants as I tried to keep from falling over.
I also became aware that I was rather loudly grunting and moaning, and in a
moment of panic hoped that hours hadn't passed and that my parents had
already come home. Leaving my pants and underwear in heap, I let myself
fall onto my bed. A glance at my clock radio showed that barely twenty
minutes had passed since I'd gotten home from school. I smiled to myself
and let out a deep breath as I laid there trying to slow my breathing and
my pounding heart, before I could get changed and have some pizza. My
thoughts returned to Ken and I smiled again thinking about Saturday.