Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2016 16:31:04 -0500
From: G Jones <geojonsey@gmail.com>
Subject: Ken and I - Part 08

Ken and I - Part 08

"You É like me?" I was still trying to process what Ken had just told
me.

"Did ya think I'd be doing this with someone I don't like?" Ken grinned and
continued, "Like I said, I don't really know exactly what I'm feeling or
what any of this means.  I just hope we can be cool about this. And be
friends. And figure this out together. "

I was too stunned to reply.  My young mind raced between thoughts, a
jumbled puzzle that I just couldn't piece together.  Friends. Like. Love.
Boyfriend. Awkward. Weird.  And then it struck me. Ken had said we could
figure it out together. I didn't have to decipher it on my own. We were now
in this together. Whatever that meant.  I was impressed at how Ken was
handling all of this. I had never really thought of Ken as being
mature. And I hadn't meant that in a rude way, but Ken had always seemed
like, well É a typical 14 year old teen boy.

"Cool, Martin? Yeah?" Ken's words brought me out of my head.

"Yeah Ken. Cool!"

Without much more said we cleaned ourselves up and realized that it was
late and we were exhausted. Sleep came quickly and lasted nearly until noon
the next day. The ringing of the phone, followed by my mom shouting that
Ken's mother had phoned for him to come home got us up.  We quickly got
dressed and Ken looked me in the eyes, "Still cool, yeah?"

"Still cool."

The rest of my day was pretty uneventful, not that there was a lot that
could've happened that would surpass the events of the past couple of
days. Despite telling Ken that I was cool, I couldn't help but wonder at
would happen. I wasn't sure what to expect going to school on Monday. I was
nervous, excited, confused. Would everyone look at us and know what we'd
done?

And of course, no one was able to tell. And other than my own overactive
paranoia, Monday's school day unfolded just like every other school day
before it.  I'd like to say Ken and I played it cool, but the truth was we
acted normal because it was a normal day and neither of us would've known
to act any different. It wasn't as though we were suddenly going to walk to
school together holding hands or kissing in front of our lockers like some
of the girlfriend-boyfriend couples at our school. Hell, we weren't even a
couple in that sense. We were É well, we were still just Ken and
Martin. We didn't interact any more than usual and neither of us talked
about what happened on the way to school or home. Of course, we weren't
alone on our walk so having a conversation about our weekend wasn't really
going to happen anyway.

When we got to our street Ken said, "See you tomorrow!" And we did. And the
next couple of days went just like that. I wasn't sure if I was feeling
disappointed or relieved that things had returned to normal between us. I
replayed the events of the weekend in my mind every time I
masturbated. Which happened in my room when I went to bed each night.

I was still able still smell Ken on my bed sheets; I'd wished my mom would
never wash my sheets.  I knew my dirty clothes from the weekend were still
in my hamper as it wasn't yet laundry day at our house. I would fish a pair
of my weekend briefs from the bottom of the hamper. For some reason I had
always pushed any clothes that had cum on them to the bottom of my hamper;
somehow I guess I figured I was hiding it from mom that way when she came
to get my stuff for the wash. Although given the state of some of my stuff,
especially my briefs or pajamas or even my sheets, I have no idea how she
could not know. Not that I had pictured her meticulously reviewing each of
my items before putting them in the washing machine. Stupid teen
brain. That was only something I had done in my perverted young mind. Well,
not just in my mind.

I laid the cum stained briefs on my pillow, leaned in and inhaled. The
aroma from the mixture of cum, pee and sweat filled my nostrils. I inhaled
deeper, the scents making my memories of our lust filled weekend so much
more vivid. Without realizing it, I had slowly begun to grind myself
against my mattress, my face buried in the cotton briefs on my pillow. I
kept picturing Ken's steely hard cock in my mouth, tasting its sweaty
fleshiness, Ken encouraging me to take it. To be his dirty whore
cocksucker. My grinding became more intense, my own steely hard flesh
sliding inside my pajamas against the mattress. And then the image in my
mind changed. I could still smell Ken, but now I could also feel his weight
on me, his sweaty teen chest pressed against my back. His hot breath in my
ear telling me how he was going to take me. Feeling the head of his cock
pushing against my boy hole, forcing its way in and burying itself deep in
me. Feeling him grind into my ass the way I was grinding into my mattress.

I moaned into the fabric of my briefs which were now damp from my open
mouth trying to take in the taste of my weekend load. An intense orgasm
washed over me as I thrust myself hard against my bed. I could feel the cum
gushing into my pajamas, as my young ass pulsed and throbbed with Ken's
imagined pounding and thrusting into me, his own creamy load being
deposited deep inside me.

I laid there for a long time, thoroughly exhausted by my simulated night of
passion. In fact, I fell asleep that way; my face against my briefs, my
damp deposit of jizz soaking the fabric of my pajamas as well as my bed
sheet. Thankfully I woke up before my mother had to, as she did on many
school mornings. I pushed my briefs and pajamas to the bottom of the
hamper, and opened the window to let that peculiarly unique smell of a
hormonal teen boy air out of my room. Grabbing a some clean clothes I
carefully opened my door, making sure the coast was clear before streaking
my way to the bathroom for a well needed shower before school.

Another school day had passed, but today before we parted for our own
houses Ken said, "Come over later, after supper? Maybe we can go for a bike
ride or something?"

I had quickly agreed, somehow hoping that a bike ride was code for "I
really need you suck my cock". My own cock stiffened with every step to my
house, making an obscene bulge in my jeans by the time I got to the back
door. I quickly shouted hello to my mother as I shuffled awkwardly to my
room, my backpack held to the side so that my tented pants weren't visible
to her. I desperately wanted to do nothing but pull down my jeans and
underwear so that I could urgently stroke a load from my sweaty teen
cock. The thought of a "bike ride" with Ken were fueling the fire in my
groin, but it was the same thought that held me back. I wanted to save that
load at the prospect of something better than being coaxed out by my own
hand.

Suppertime came and went by agonizingly slowly.

"Is anything wrong?" my mother asked.

"No. Why does something have to be wrong?" I replied, rather more sharply
than I had intended.  "I'm É", I began to apologize.

"I know, I know, you're 14 and well, that can be rough. I get it. But that
doesn't mean I'm going to let you be rude. Next time there'll be
consequences. Now go on, go for that bike ride."

"Sorry. Thanks." I was up, my dish in the sink and practically out the door
before both words left my mouth.

I grabbed my bike from the garage, pedaled the short distance across the
street and dumped my bike unceremoniously in Ken's back yard, next to his
and his brother's bikes.  Their back door was open, letting the near summer
evening breeze flow into the house. Through the screen door I could hear
Ken and his younger brother Jamie; the squeals and yells told me they were
roughhousing. I knocked and Ken's mom came to the door.

"Hi Martin, as I'm sure you can hear Ken's downstairs with Jamie. Go on
down, I won't waste my breath telling him you're here since my last five
minutes of yelling at them hasn't had any effect." She said, her face
somewhere between seriously annoyed and a grin. Suddenly I had realized
where Ken had gotten his trademark grin.

Coming downstairs, I saw Ken and Jamie wrestling on the floor of their rec
room. Standing at the edge of the room I observed the two of them; clearly
they hadn't heard me come in or down the stairs. At that moment Jamie was
laying on the floor with Ken on top of him, pinning his legs and
arms. Jamie squirmed and struggled, but Ken being the older and bigger of
the two was clearly stronger. Instead of walking in, I took the time to
just watch them for a minute. I realized how much Jamie looked like his
older brother, he had those some piercing blue eyes and it was plain to see
that as he got older he'd look just like Ken.

My thoughts stayed focused on Jamie; I knew he was getting close to his
13th birthday and I wondered if he'd started to experience the first
stirrings of puberty. The constant awkward boners. Checking daily for the
first few straggles of pubic hair. The wet dreams. On the floor of the
room, Ken was kneeling firmly in place at Jamie's midsection, his legs back
over Jamie's, his hands holding Jamie's arms out. This positioning was
essentially holding Jamie spread eagled on the floor, with his squirming
and struggling primarily confined to his hips and crotch which now became
the focus of my attention.

I'm not quite sure if it was the masturbatory pleasure I had denied myself
earlier, my hormonal teen mind or reality, but I swore I could see a tent
on the front of Jamie's grey sweatpants. His movements would occasionally
force Ken to sit back slightly, making it seem as though Jamie was
thrusting himself up against his older brother's jeans covered ass. The
erection that hadn't quite completely subsided during dinner flared to full
fledged hard-on in seconds. I knew that the little scene playing out in
front me would eventually become fuel for a serious session of
self-abuse. My boner was awkwardly positioned down and I knew that if I
didn't do something quickly I'd be shooting a load of my teen spunk down
the front of the leg of my pants.

Without thinking about the fact that hard-on would be plainly obvious to
both Ken and Jamie, I stepped into the rec room, "What's going on,
buttheads?"

Jamie continued to struggle while both of them looked over at me; Ken's
eyes immediately took in my state of arousal, a broad grin spreading across
his face as he mouthed "you dirty fucker" at me. My eyes darted between
Jamie's crotch and Jamie's face, who had also clearly seen what I couldn't
hide. I thought his eyes were going to bulge out of his head and once again
he blushed furiously as he realized I knew where he'd been looking. Jamie
stopped struggling underneath Ken, his legs relaxing; as Ken shifted
forward to lift himself up off Jamie I confirmed that the front of his
sweatpants showed the bulge of a boner. This did nothing to soften my own
hardness, and I was certain I could feel the dampness of precum flowing
from my dick.

Ken finished standing up and said, "Ready for that bike ride?"

Looking down at Jamie on the floor, I began to turn, "Definitely!"

"Hey, can I come?" Jamie asked.

"Forget it squirt, let's go Martin."

"Come on, please? You never go riding with me anymore. Please?" Jamie
pleaded, his eyes moving from Ken's face to mine, as if to ask me to help
plead on his behalf.

"I said forget it." Ken began toward the stairs.

Jamie's comment about Ken not riding with him anymore hit my thoughts and
suddenly I felt as though maybe I was somehow part of the reason. I knew of
course that I wasn't specifically the reason, but I was part of Ken's
changing world. And somehow that made me partly responsible.

"Maybe next time?" I smiled at Jamie. As much as I wanted to push it and
have Ken change his mind, I also knew that having Jamie along wouldn't
improve the chances that a bike ride would turn into a blow job from Ken.

Jamie stopped pleading and gave me the faintest of smiles.

Ken grunted, " We'll see. Come on Martin."

And with that we were up the stairs, out the back door and grabbing our
bikes. Ken took off first, with me close behind, but not before making a
serious adjustment in my pants. There was no way I could ride my cock
pushing obscenely down the leg of my pants. I pushed my hand into my jeans
and pulled my cock up and under the waistband of my jeans. This also
confirmed that my cock had indeed begun to leak precum, as pulling my hand
out revealed a sticky sweet wetness which I licked off without hesitation.

We ended up back at the abandoned box car where Ken and I had previously
jerked off together and shared our first awkward kiss. Sitting at the edge
of the open boxcar door, we stared out at the creek in silence. I had begun
to worry that our silence meant that a bike ride was just a bike ride, and
that the events of the previous weekend were being relegated to boyhood
memories of fumbling our way through puberty and sexual awakening.

Ken broke our silence. "Y'know, you're a right dirty fucker."

His statement caught me off guard; I was hoping to look over and see Ken's
wicked grin and twinkling blue eyes. Before I had a chance to fully
register the look on his face, he continued, "What was that back in my
basement?"

Oh God. I was beginning to panic. Ken was angry. His younger brother was
off-limits to my perverted teen mind. "I É look it was just that É",
I began to say.

"Did seeing me wrestling around with Jamie really make you that hard?
Geeze, I thought your boner was going to tear right through your pants and
cover us both in your jizz!" This time Ken was grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, I É", yet again trying to stammer out a few words.

Without a further word Ken jumped down from the boxcar and pulled me down
with him. Dragging me forward onto the grass, he bent forward and flipped
me over and down onto the ground.

"You like that Martin?" Ken asked as he fell on top of me, trying to pin me
down in the same way he'd pinned Jamie earlier that evening. Ken's playful
roughness was definitely having an impact on me, and for the moment I
forgot all about Jamie. My erection was again at full mast, with Ken
reaching back giving it a good squeeze.

"You do, you dirty little fuck." Ken lustfully whispered as he slid himself
back, pressing himself down against me and rubbing with across my crotch
with his shorts covered ass. Feeling Ken's weight on me felt incredibly
good, my cock responding to his movement. "I bet this will make you cum
right away. It will, won't it? Were you thinking about me or Jamie
earlier?"

Shit. There it was. Jamie. But I was having trouble concentrating. All my
energy was being focused into my groin and my urgent need to release the
now nearly painful build-up in my balls.

"Not so fast, Martin." Ken stopped grinding back against me and slid
himself forward and slightly up, but not entirely off me. Quickly reaching
down, he unfastened his shorts, pulling them and his briefs down far enough
to let his cock spring out. I could see the tip was wet and leaking, and I
knew I desperately wanted it in my mouth.

I was no longer struggling under Ken, and he leaned forward knowing I
wouldn't attempt to move. He knew he had me. That I was his cocksucker. Ken
leaned far enough that he could wipe the tip of his cock against my lips. I
raised my head off the grass wanting to take him into my mouth, but Ken
moved back. "You really want this bad, don't you Martin?"

"Yes." I quietly responded between my ragged breathing.

Ken again leaned forward, this time slipping the head of his cock into my
eager mouth. I began to swirl my tongue around the head, tasting Ken's
musky wetness as he slowly thrust himself in and out. "Fuck yeah,
Martin. Take it. Fucking suck me and eat my cum."

The way Ken was talking to me turned me on beyond belief. My hands had
found the top of Ken's shorts and pulled them down far enough that I could
hold the cheeks of his tight ass, practically pulling him down and into my
throat.

"Oh fuck." Ken groaned. "Fuck yesss," he hissed down at me, one hand in my
hair playfully tugging and holding me firmly in place. I wasn't going to
move. Ken's movements became more urgent, more ragged. I could feel his
legs and body tensing against me as his cockhead gushed squirt after squirt
of his hot boy nectar into my mouth and down my throat.

I continued to suck and lick every drop from his cock, with Ken finally
pulling himself out and rolling over into the grass next me. His face
showed a deep satisfaction and all he uttered was a final "Fuck."