Ken and I - Part 01
Ken and I used to live across the street from each other, but for whatever reason didn't really start hanging out much until we were in Grade 8. It started mostly with us walking to school together, or home at the end of the school day. Sometimes there'd be a group of us walking together, but often it was just Ken and I, especially at the end of the day.
Although I don't think either of us was particularly shy, the subject of sex hadn't really come up during our walks other than some crude jokes that boys of 14 tend to make. On this particular day, it was just Ken and I on our way home; unexpectedly, he asked if I ever looked at porno mags (these were the days before the Internet) and I admitted that I had. He wanted to know where I'd seen them and I told him that one of my older cousins had some and that we'd look at them when I stayed at their place. I said that I thought some of the stories in the magazines were pretty hot too.
He grinned.
"Did you just pretty much admit that you jack off?", he laughed.
"Hah! I guess I did, why? Don't you do it?", I shot back at him.
He grinned again, "Well yeah."
Neither of us seemed embarrassed to have admitted this, but for some reason the last few of minutes of our walk home passed in silence. Our usual routine was to walk to his place, and I'd cut through their yard to get to my house across the street. When we got to his back door he asked if I wanted to come by later and maybe stay over. Being that it was Friday I figured my parents would say yes so I agreed.
As I crossed the street I thought about Ken. He was definitely cute, but I hadn't really ever thought about him in a sexual way until now. The prospect of staying over suddenly took on a whole new meaning in my head, and I found myself curious if Ken was having similar thoughts.
As I had thought, my parents agreed to let me go to Ken's; I was fidgety all during dinner, and also a bit nervous. "This is stupid", I thought, "there's no reason to be nervous and the likelihood of anything happening with Ken is probably nothing." After dinner I threw together a few things into my backpack (toothbrush, clean undies for the morning and pajama bottoms for sleeping) and rushed across the street.
We hung out in his rec room, watching TV, eating chips, and talking about bullshit for most of the evening. There was no mention of what we'd said earlier, although it was definitely on my mind. We stayed up until midnight and then decided to get ready for bed. We went to his room and since we had gym class together, thought nothing of getting undressed. We both stripped out of our shirts and pants, and while I rooted through my bag for my pajama bottoms, Ken went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. I slipped out of my underwear, pulled on my pajamas and headed to the bathroom as well.
"Nice pajamas little boy", Ken teased.
"Nice tighty whiteys", I shot back.
We both laughed and stood next to each other at the sink to brush our teeth. In the mirror I could see Ken in his undies, and I felt the blood starting to rush to my dick. "Not now", I thought and pressed closer to the sink so that my growing erection was held down. Ken spit and rinsed, and I was surprised that he then casually walked over to the toilet and proceeded to pull down the front of his undies so that he could take a piss. Again, the mirror showed me everything and although I tried not to be obvious I'm sure Ken had seen where I was looking.
He grinned as he shook off the last few drops, but didn't say anything as he washed his hands and headed back to his bedroom. I finished brushing my teeth and needed to piss as well, but had to wait a few minutes to let my dick soften enough to make that happen.
When I returned to his bedroom, Ken was lying on his bed and it was then that I first realized I didn't know where I was going to sleep. He had a double bed, and we hadn't setup a sleeping bag or anything else. I guess he must've seen the confusion on my face and said he usually just shared his bed with whoever was staying over. I said that was cool and climbed into bed with him.
We lay there for a few minutes, with the sheet covering us up to our chests.
Again unexpectedly, Ken asked "Sooo, how often do you do it then?"
I said, "What? Brush my teeth?" and he laughed, "You know what I mean, jack off."
My erection started coming back immediately, but this time neither my thin pajamas nor the thin bed sheet was going to hide it. And it seemed to me that there was a more noticeable lump under the sheet where Ken lay as well.
"Well, every day I guess," I answered, "what about you?"
"Same", he answered. "Did you do it today already?"
I said that I hadn't, and that I normally did it when I went to bed. Without really thinking about it, my hand slipped under the sheet and squeezed my now hard dick a few times. I knew Ken saw this, and he laughed "Shit, are you doing it in my bed now?"
"Well, I am in bed", I laughed. He called me a dirty fucker and said that I was going to mess up his sheets with my jizz. I shot back that it probably wasn't the first time his sheets had been covered in jizz. My hand was still on my dick and I squeezed it again. I noticed that Ken's hand was also now sliding under the sheet and rubbed on top of his crotch.
Nothing more was said for the next few minutes as we both slowly rubbed ourselves under the sheet.
We both realized that we were watching each other, and I know it was having a major affect on me as I became hornier and hornier.
"Maybe we shouldn't mess up your sheet", I said. Ken didn't answer, but started sliding the sheet down to the end of his bed, revealing the boners we were both sporting, mine in my pajamas, and his in his white briefs. I could see there was a wet spot forming on the front of them, and this turned me on even more.
I looked over at him and grinned, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my pajamas. I made like I was going to pull them off, and slid them down just far enough to reveal my bush of pubes. He grinned too, and did the same; it appeared that we had slightly less hair than I did.
"Get ready to be stunned", I laughed.
"Why, is it that small?", he shot back.
I knew it was quite the opposite; I had started puberty early and my dick was already 6.5".
"Fuck you", I laughed and pushed my pajamas down, letting my rock hard dick bounce up; a few strings of precum splattered against my belly and continued to drool from the head of my dick as it continued to bounce around.
I heard Ken quietly breathe, "Shit" and I smiled to myself. I took hold of my boner by the base and waved it at him. "I told you", I said.
"Shit", he said again as he pulled down his briefs. His cock bounced into view, the head wet with precum. It looked like he was a good inch shorter, but it appeared to be quite a bit thicker than mine.
"Damn, that looks like a handful", I commented and without another thought reached over with my hand to see just how much thicker it felt than mine. Ken took in a sharp breath as I continued to feel his cock. Realizing what I had done, I pulled my hand back and said, "Shit, sorry, I don't know why I did that".
Ken grinned and said, "Well I guess it's only fair then" as he reached over and took hold of mine. His hand felt good and a small moan escaped my mouth. Instead of pulling back, Ken continued to hold my boner and slowly pushed down my shaft, pulling the rest of my foreskin from the now dripping wet head. I couldn't help myself, and I moaned again.
Ken seemed to be fascinated by my foreskin, and continued to move it up and down over the head of my cock. This all had me on the edge and I barely grunted, "Fuck. Cumming!"
I exploded with six or seven ropes of cum splashing on my stomach, chest, and Ken's arm, which was still across my body as he held my spurting cock. I could barely breathe and I heard Ken say, "Damn, I don't think I've ever shot that much".
"I think it must be different when someone else does it", I said in ragged breaths.
"I guess", he said as he moved to put his hand back on his own still hard cock. I looked at him and reached over and pushed his hand away, taking hold of his stiff thick dick. A small soft moan escaped his lips as I began to run my hand up and down his uncircumcised cock. Ken was lying back and enjoying the feelings of being stroked by someone else. I sat up slightly to get a better grip, and a closer view. I leaned forward and could smell the slight sweat and heat that had built up on his body and crotch. I continued to pump his cock, watching drops of precum ooze from the slit at the tip of the head. A picture of me licking Ken's cock flashed through my mind, but before anything else happened, Ken's breathing became short and I saw his balls tighten and pulse as he shot his load. He squirted two wads across his body and the rest flowed freely down his dick and over my hand. I continued to stroke him until I had squeezed out the last of it.
Ken was lying back, breathing heavily, repeating, "Oh shit" over and over again.
I lay back as well and absent-mindedly licked some of Ken's fresh load from my hand; my mind racing with possibilities.