Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 19:07:19 -0500
From: G Jones <geojonsey@gmail.com>
Subject: Ken and I - Part 05

Ken and I - Part 05


With my load of spunk now soaking into my underwear and shorts, I tried to
shoot Ken an angry look, but I simply couldn't. His trademark grin and
randy sparkle in his eyes, not to mention the obscene bulge in his shorts
so close to my face, kept me in an emotional state of arousal. Despite just
having cum, I was still horny. I could see a wet spot on the front of Ken's
shorts from where his dick had been clearly leaking.


Ken made a move to roll off me, but I held him in place straddled over me
and began to knead at his crotch. I could feel the heat of his hard cock
through the cloth of his shorts and I could hear him take a deep breath. I
knew this was risky with my folks upstairs, but it excited me that we were
perhaps pushing our luck at not having been caught earlier.


Ken stopped making any effort to get off me, and began a gentle rocking
motion pushing himself forward against my hand.


"You really are a horny little fucker, aren't you Martin?" he whispered
down to me. "You want this, don't you?" he teased as he kept rocking
himself back and forth as he straddled my chest.


I just grinned up at him and continued to rub him hard through his
shorts. I could feel more and more moisture on the cloth as his cock
continued to leak precum. Being so close to his crotch, I could smell the
musky scent of his sex and slight teen sweat.


"Mhmmm, I want it, give it to me." I played into his dirty talk. Looking
into his eyes, I licked my lips in as an erotic manner as a 14 year old
teen boy could muster. Ken's eyes went wide and began to glaze over as he
was now practically grinding himself into my hand. I reached up into the
leg opening of his shorts and pushed my hand through the fly of his
underwear until I could feel his hot hard fleshy tube. The head of Ken's
cock was slick with precum and his rocking grinding motion caused it to
slide easily against the skin of my sweaty palm.


"Fuckkkk," Ken hissed and began to thrust harder against me. I could hear
as his breathing became more ragged and I knew he was getting close.


"Martin," he moaned under his breath and suddenly I felt his hot teen spunk
squirt against my hand. His thick hard cock flexed with every squirt, and
despite my hand taking a good deal of the load, I could see the front of
his shorts become wet with cum.


Ken let out a long slow breath as he finally rolled off me; my hand slipped
out of his shorts as he did leaving a trail of spunk along his leg. My hand
was still moist with his cum and without thinking about it I brought it
close to my face and inhaled his scent. Out of the corner of my eye I could
see Ken looking at me intently. Pretending that I didn't notice him
looking, I stuck the tip of my tongue against the palm of my hand. Ken's
eyes went wide as I got a small taste of his fresh teen juice, and for a
moment his characteristic grin faded and it seemed that he wanted to say
something, but he didn't. I hoped I hadn't gone too far, beyond what Ken
was willing to do, but I was also beginning to realize that my hormonal
teen lust for Ken would push me into taking chances that I had probably
never thought I would take.


"Do you want some snacks?"


My thoughts were interrupted as I heard my mother coming down the
stairs. Somehow Ken and I immediately separated, and sat on the floor with
our backs to the couch and our knees drawn up to hide the still wet cum
stains on the front of our shorts. We pretended to watch TV, and I prayed
that the smell of our sex that seemed so obvious to me would escape my
mother's notice.


"Are you boys behaving?" my mother teased as she placed a bowl of chips and
dip next to us, "I thought maybe you were tearing the basement apart."


"We were just horsing around", I answered. "Ken wanted to try some moves."


I thought Ken was going to stop breathing until he realized I was pointing
at wrestling show on TV at the moment.


"Well try not to hurt yourselves. I'm sure Ken's mom wouldn't appreciate me
sending him home broken."


"Oh don't worry", Ken said, "I'm way stronger than Martin anyway!"


"You wish!" I answered back, laughing and punching him in the arm.


Just as my mom turned to go back upstairs I asked, "Can Ken stay over
tonight?"


I hadn't discussed this with Ken and he gave me a surprised look, "I didn't
bring any stuff with me."


"You don't need anything, we got an extra toothbrush and stuff anyway. Can
he Mom? Please."


My mother looked at me with a slightly bemused smile on her face, I guess
she could tell how badly I wanted to develop my friendship with Ken
although not for all the reasons she might have thought.


"Well if it's going to be okay with his parents. Do you want to call them
now Ken?"


"Sure." Ken jumped up and walked across the room to the phone. He'd clearly
forgotten about the state of his shorts and I could still clearly see the
wet spot from where he'd just recently ejaculated. Fortunately, unlike me,
my mother's attention was not on Ken's crotch.


Ken dialed and spoke with his mother for a minute and then turned to hand
the phone to my mom, "She wants to talk to you."


Ken came and sat back down next to me as our mothers talked on the phone.


"Fuck man, did you forget the front of your shorts are wet?" I whispered in
Ken's ear.


"Shit, I forgot," Ken whispered back, "do you think she saw?"


I was slightly amused by Ken's apparent embarrassment. "I don't know,
maybe. She's probably worried you piss yourself. She's gonna put a plastic
sheet on my bed." I teased.


"Fuck you." Ken muttered under his breath as he grinned and punched me in
the arm.


"Yes, well it's nice that they like each other," we heard my mother
say. "No, don't worry about that, we've got a toothbrush for him and I'm
sure Martin can lend him a pair of his pajamas."


"Oh my god, mooom," I shouted.


Ken pounced on the opportunity to get back at me. "Yeah, widdle Martin can
give me a pair of his iddle, widdle pajamas." And then added so that only I
could hear, "Too bad they're all crusty from your son beating off all the
time."


I punched Ken in the arm as my mother hung up the phone, "Okay, well it's
settled, you can stay tonight Ken. I'm sure Martin can show you where
everything is if you need something."


"Oh yes, I'm sure he can, he's already shown me some of his stuff." Ken
answered, saying it in a way that made it sound dirty, at least to my
ears. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks, but my mother just
carried on and went back upstairs.


Ken and I sat there for a few minutes, not saying anything, just mostly
grinning at each other like a couple of young idiots. I could feel the cum
from my earlier orgasm drying inside my shorts. "Want to get changed? I can
lend you some other shorts if you want."


Ken seemed to think about it for a minute and then said, "Nah", raising his
eyebrows in a suggestive manner.


I laughed, "Now who's the dirty little fucker?"


Ken looked at me and then we both burst out laughing. For rest of the
evening we mostly watched TV, ate chips and just hung out like a pair of
normal friends that hadn't been getting each other off for the past couple
of days.


As we sat there I realized how much I was enjoying being in Ken's
company. I missed having a best friend, and it felt like Ken was beginning
to fill that role; in a matter of a few shorts days we had bonded as though
we had always been friends. I realized I must have been staring at Ken when
I heard him say, "Earth to Martin. Come in Martin."


"Sorry."


"What were you thinking about?"


"Nothing. Just feeling good I guess." I smiled at him.


Ken smiled. "Yeah, me too," he said after a moment. Then he surprised me by
leaning towards me and kissing me on the lips, and then turning his
attention back to the TV and bowl of chips.


Although I pretended to watch TV with him after that, my mind was entirely
on Ken and whether I would push things further at tonight's sleepover. So
far Ken had not really given me any signals that he was uncomfortable with
anything we'd done, and I knew that I desperately wanted more. But this was
all new to me, and despite everything that had happened between us so far,
when I was not overcome in the moment of lust, I was still unsure of
myself. I could only hope that I would be bold enough to do what I wanted.