Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 16:40:59 -0500
From: G Jones <geojonsey@gmail.com>
Subject: Ken and I - Part 4

Ken and I - Part 04

"That was wicked." I said as I was catching my breath.

"Fucking wicked," Ken agreed and laughed "but it looks like we've made a
big mess". Ken was talking about our cum having splattered across the front
of our jeans and up onto our shirts.

"Fuck, you're right," I responded, looking at the wet patches of jizz that
had by now soaked into our clothes. "Guess there's nothing we can do about
it now."

I hoped that it wouldn't be too noticeable by the time I got home so that I
could dump them among the other dirty clothes in my room. To be honest, I
was still riding high off what we'd just done to really care too much about
it.

Pulling ourselves together, we mounted our bikes and headed back towards
home. Getting back, we stopped at Ken's place. I stood with my bike as Ken
pushed his into their garage. Jamie, Ken's younger brother, was hanging out
in their backyard when we arrived.

"Where'd you guys go?" he asked as he walked over to me.

"No place. Just out for a ride." I responded vaguely. Looking down I
noticed that although our cum had dried from the ride, it still seemed
visible under the afternoon sun. Knowing it was there and thinking about
how it had gotten there started to give me a boner. Looking back up, I saw
that Jamie's eyes were staring directly at my growing lump and the cum
stains just below the zipper of my jeans.

I had never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, and at the time didn't
even know there was such a thing. But the thought of Jamie being aware of
my growing arousal made me horny and I did nothing to cover or hide the
bulge at my crotch. Jamie was clearly embarrassed at not only having been
caught looking, but by the obvious way his hand dropped down to his crotch
in an attempt to hide the bulge at the front of his shorts.

I was lost in my thoughts, wondering if Jamie was as curious as his older
brother, when Ken came back out.

"Hey squirt, what's going on?" he said to his brother as he grabbed him and
wrestled him to the ground. Without his hand free, he could no longer hide
his boner. I doubted Ken was aware of it, and although I didn't think he
and Jamie had ever done anything, the sight of the two of them on the
ground with Ken straddling his younger brother as he struggled to get up,
only added fuel to my horny thoughts.

I could feel my fully hard cock twitching in my pants and I was sure that I
must be leaking precum into my underwear with every throb. Soon enough
Ken's mom shouted at them to stop and to get ready to go shopping. Both of
them groaned at that, but she said they had no choice and that was that.

It was my cue to leave, and Ken and I exchanged a knowing look, grin and
smile.

"Call you later." Ken shouted as I pedalled off across the street. The
pedalling action did nothing to ease my erection; in fact, the motion
combined with my tight jeans pushed and pulled at my dick in an exciting
way.

I dumped my bike in the backyard, opened the back door and headed straight
for my room. Now I had to hope that neither the stains nor my boner would
be noticed. As I passed the kitchen mom asked how the ride was and I
grunted a non-committal "Fine" without turning around.

Safely in my room I began to strip out of my cum stained shirt and
jeans. As I pulled them off I could see that a wet spot had started to form
where the white cotton of my underwear was pressed tightly against the head
of my obscenely hard cock. As I pulled them down and off, a long string of
sticky precum drooled from my piss slit. The smell of my sweaty body and
spunk filled the air in my room. I couldn't get the vision of Ken and Jamie
wrestling around out my head, and I urgently grasped my cock in my hand and
began to stroke as the vision shifted to them wrestling naked on Ken's bed.

Pumping my cock in my tight fist, I realized that I was standing naked in
the middle of my room on the verge of another orgasm. Not wanting to jizz
all over the carpet, I aimed my cock down at the heap of clothes I had just
shed. There was a knock on my door just as the first rope of my teen spunk
shot down on my briefs and jeans. It was then that I also realized that I
moaned rather loudly.

"Are you OK honey?" my mother asked from behind the door. She had learned
not to come in unannounced anymore after having caught me in an awkward
position humping my pillow about a year earlier.

I tried to control my ragged breathing and managed to grunt out a
reasonable "Yup. Good." as I continued to climax and rain jism down on my
already stained clothes.

"All right, well. Come have some cookies when you're ready."

"Okay," I said as I milked the remaining cream out of my balls and
dick. Gathering up my once again cum soaked clothes, I dumped them in the
pile with the rest of my dirty laundry. I also opened a window to let the
smell of my sex air out. I got dressed in a clean pair of shorts and a
shirt, and after a few minutes went to the kitchen to have some cookies.

I'm sure mom had to know what I'd been doing, but she didn't let on and I
wasn't about to bring it up. She'd been pretty cool about it when she'd
caught me humping my pillow. It had happened one morning a year earlier,
before school. I had woken up with morning wood as all 13 year old teen
boys tend to do, and feeling a bit horny, had started to enjoy my favourite
new way of getting off. Rolling over on my stomach I had pulled my pillow
down between my legs and begun a slow grind, pushing and pumping my boner
into it. I was well into it, and beginning to feel that amazing tingle in
my balls. Lifting my little butt into the air, I reached below me and
pushed my pyjama pants down far enough that it and my young cock were
out. I just started to pump more quickly into my pillow when my bedroom
door opened and my mother came in.

"Are you up yet? Breakfast is ready," she said. Although my back was to the
door, I could practically see her stop dead in her tracks as she would have
observed her sweet little son's naked ass pumping up and down on his bed.

"Ohhh," she slowly stammered. Turning and closing the door behind her
without missing a further beat, she said, "Just come for breakfast when
you're ready."

Much like had just happened, I was too far in to let the interruption stop
as nature had already taken control of my brain. Although normally at this
point I would have rolled onto my back so as not to cream all over my
pillow, it was already too late. My balls contracted as squirt after squirt
of my young jizz erupted into the soft folds of my pillow. I lay there
spent, my face burning hot into my bed, both from the orgasm as well as the
knowledge that I'd been caught.

I had laid there for what seemed to me like forever, not quite sure how I
could possibly face my mother. However, I knew I'd have to leave my room
eventually. After getting dressed, I quietly walked into the kitchen,
unable to look her in the face. I was sure I was about to get a talk or
perhaps a lecture about leaving stains on the sheets and such. My mother
did neither of these and carried on as though nothing unusual had just
happened.

My mother pulled me out of my thoughts as she placed a plate of cookies on
the table in front of me.

"You and Ken seem to be spending a lot of time together lately." she said
as she sat down at the table with me.

"Oh my god. She knows." my suddenly panicked mind thought.

"That's good. He seems nice. It'll be good for you to have a friend right
across the street."

My panic faded as I realized she was simply making conversation. The boy
that had been my best friend for a long time had moved about six months
ago. Although I couldn't have put it into clear words at the time, Ken was
filling a void that had been left in my life. Although I was not unpopular
at school, I was also not part of the "in-crowd" and so didn't exactly have
a ton of friends.

My mother's observation made me feel good. After spending the next half
hour talking about school and other various things, I went downstairs to
watch TV while my mother started worrying about making dinner.

Not long after dinner there was a knock at our back door. Back in front of
the TV, I heard my mother answer it.

"Oh, hi Ken."

"Hi. Is Martin home?" I heard him ask.

"Aren't you two tired of hanging out today?" my mother laughed, "He's
downstairs, go on."

Ken came bounding downy the stairs and practically tackled me on the
couch. "What's going on? What're you watching?"

"Nothing," I laughed as I punched him in the arm. "Did you have fun
shopping with mommy?" I teased.

"Fuck you," Ken whispered and laughed.

"What'd you get?" I asked.

"Some clothes. Pants, shirt, underwear, the usual."

"Good thing," I said, "since you keep fucking creaming all over your other
ones."

Ken laughed and launched himself at me in a new attack, "You're so dead!"

We wrestled on the couch and eventually fell onto the floor making a loud
thump.

"Take it easy down there boys, don't break the furniture." my mother
shouted down.

We had stopped rolling around at this point, with Ken squarely on top of
me, my arms pinned under his legs. Reaching down behind him, he grabbed my
shorts and gave my crotch a squeeze.

"What's this?" he asked, feeling my semi rigid dick through the cloth.

"Fuck. Don't." I hissed quietly, "My parents are upstairs."

"Awww. Don't tell me you're getting shy?" he teased as he continued to
knead my now fully hard cock through the cloth, "you didn't seem that shy
earlier in front of my brother."

"What're you talking about?" I tried to bluff without much success.

"Don't fuck with me," he said grinning at me. "I saw you flaunting your
boner in front of my brother while you were on your bike. You like showing
off that big cock to little kids, don't you?" he teased.

My cheeks were burning with embarrassment at having been caught like that,
especially with it being Ken's brother. I was praying that I hadn't somehow
fucked up what had just started between Ken and I.

"It isn't like that," I tried to stammer out, but Ken cut me off.

"Sure it isn't, you pervert." I was momentarily mortified, but then that
sly grin of Ken's spread across his face again. "Perverts need to be taught
a lesson," he whispered as he continued rubbing me through my shorts.

My dick was hard and aching, and even though I had already cum twice that
day, I knew that if Ken carried on for much longer that a third load would
soon soil yet more of my clothes.

"Don't," I quietly protested, but I already knew the fight had left me. I
knew that I could neither stop Ken, nor to be honest did I really want him
to. Despite my parents being upstairs, Ken had an overwhelmingly
intoxicating effect on me. And again, without really knowing it, the idea
of being an exhibitionist and the risk of getting caught were also playing
their part.

"You dirty fucker, you're enjoying this." Ken hissed down at me. "Are you
going to fucking squirt in your pants?  I bet you do it all the time, don't
you Martin? Do you play with your cock at school and cum in your pants
during class?" Ken continued.

His filthy language was creating vivid images in my mind. Although I'd had
plenty of boners at school and squeezed under my desk now and then, I had
never actually cum during class. But Ken's continued kneading of my cock
and the thought of doing it in class, especially with Ken sitting next to
me was too much for me to take. I could feel my cock lurch in my shorts and
squirt after squirt of my teen semen began to to fill them. My eyes nearly
rolled back in my head as I tried to stifle a loud groan.

Ken watched my face with a mixture of bemusement and arousal at what he had
just made me do.