Ken and I - Part 17
Despite the somewhat serious tone of our conversation about Ken and his brother, I had been leaking profusely into my briefs. It was something that never seemed to escape Ken's attention.
"Damn Martin, I can't believe how wet you already are", Ken said, adding with a teasing grin, "I can never tell if you've already blown your wad in your shorts or not."
"Shut up! You'll know when I've blown my wad by how much spills out of your mouth." I retorted.
"You think I'm gonna put that filthy thing in my mouth?"
"Fuck yes you are, even if I have to hold you down and make you!"
Talking to each other in this way had become a major turn-on for me, and although I still didn't really understand the concept of fetishes and kinks, I definitely knew the effect it had on me. It was a mental stimulant that heightened the physical experience.
"Hah!" Ken mockingly laughed, "Like you could ever pin me down!"
Without hesitation I pulled my hand off Ken's crotch and rolled myself on top of him, pinning his one arm between my legs and his body, the other pinned beneath one knee. I was straddled on his upper body, my briefs covered erection directly in his face.
Thrusting myself forward so that it pushed against his mouth I laughed, "Well look who's my little bitch now, better get busy satisfying me!"
I knew full well that the only reason I'd been able to put Ken in this position is because I took him by surprise. In truth, Ken was easily stronger than I, and if he'd really wanted to he could've broken free of me without too much effort. But Ken played along; it seemed we were very compatible in our turn-ons so far. Whether on purpose or not, we were always finding ourselves playing into what fed our sexual appetites.
Playfully defeated, Ken began to suck and nibble the head of my hard and leaking cock, alternating between using his lips and tongue. The feeling was incredible and caused me to shiver and moan. Several times Ken had to remind me to watch my volume; even though his parents and brother had gone to bed, and were in his room in the basement, we did not want to risk waking them.
His repeated sucking and nibbling had made me shift position slightly, and Ken was free to move the arm that had been pinned between my legs. Rather than pulling it out, he used his hand to knead my ass cheeks before sliding it up my thigh and into the back of my briefs. With the sensations I was feeling in my cock I was barely aware of his hand until his fingers slid between my cheeks and once again Ken's finger was rubbing my hole. The new sensation surprised me and made me twitch as Ken continued to assault my cock through the front of my briefs and now beginning to stimulate me in the back. I moaned even louder as his finger pushed into me up to his first knuckle.
All thoughts of keeping Ken pinned down had disappeared from my thoughts, and I found myself being pushed and rolled onto my back. I was entirely within Ken's control, as I typically was even when I thought myself the aggressor. Ken placed one hand against my mouth to shush me, while he used the other to yank my briefs part way down my legs. My trapped cock sprang free and released several small streams of precum that landed first on my belly and then on my thighs as my dick rebounded in the other direction.
Ken loosened the hand pressed against my mouth as he positioned himself to take my cock into his mouth. I felt as though I was approaching sensory overload: the taste and smell of Ken's hand that had initially been rubbing me between my legs, the sound and touch of Ken's mouth on my now throbbing prick, and finally the feeling of Ken's finger working its way deeper into my virgin boy hole. The need for release had been building and was finally triggered when Ken's finger touched something within me. I had no idea what he had touched, nor in that moment did I care.
Despite Ken's hand by my mouth I groaned loudly as I forcefully erupted and flooded Ken's mouth with volley after volley of my young teen cream. He couldn't swallow it fast enough and as he pulled up, a large amount leaked down onto me. He continued to pull up and the last few shots hit him in the face.
As I began to come down from my orgasmic high, I found myself physically exhausted; my breathing was ragged and I felt sweaty as though I'd run a marathon.
My crotch and Ken's face were a mess of cum, and I satisfyingly smiled, "I told you you'd know when I've blown my wad!"
Ken laughed and nearly choked on the last of the cum he was trying to swallow.
Wiping his face, he laid down next to me, rubbing my chest with one hand, "I guess you liked that huh?"
I finally became consciously aware of the fact that Ken's finger inside me was not by accident this time.
"Ken, oh my god, I can't even describe how that felt!! What made you ... I mean, the way you put your finger into me ...", I began, not quite being able to form the words to ask him the full question.
"I guess I kind of thought about how you reacted before, like in the boxcar... I don't know, but when you pushed yourself down on my finger you kind of exploded. And well, this time ... what did I do?", Ken asked.
"I ... I don't know, but ... it was like your finger touched something inside there, I don't know what you did, but ... it was ... incredible!"
"Do you think ... I mean is that what it's like when you know, like when guys put their dicks in there?", Ken asked, almost whispering the last part in a hushed tone.
Of course we'd heard about some guys doing that, mostly through the sort of back-of-school talk in which boys engaged when speculation or hearing things from older brothers was the basis of our facts about sex. Not to mention that telling someone to bend over and take it was a common insult. Truth was that I'd never been quite sure if it was an actual fact or not; at that age the idea of putting something, anything, into my butthole had until this day still bordered on gross. Except of course that when Ken had done it with his finger, the thought of it being dirty had vanished and been replaced with an incredible, if slightly mysterious, feeling that we absolutely had to do it again.
"I don't know ... I guess ... maybe?" I answered, asking him, "Have you ... I mean, have you thought about that?"
"No ... I mean not really ...", Ken started to reply, giggling when he followed up with, "... would a boner even fit in there?"
"Well ... yours isn't much bigger than your finger, so ....", I teased Ken, earning a trademark you-asshole response.
I was glad that we hadn't lost our ability to insult each other at pretty much any point, whether an appropriate time or not. I didn't quite know how to describe it, but it made me feel like our friendship was still normal and that all the things we'd been doing hadn't changed that.
I also wasn't quite sure how to ask Ken what I was really thinking: would you put your cock into my ass and fuck me? A finger was one thing, and of course he'd put it in there without being asked. Could I really ask someone to do that?
I'm not sure if the direction our conversation had taken was making Ken uncomfortable as well, but suddenly I heard him clear his throat and point at his briefs and the erection he still had. "Something you want me to do?" I teased.
Ken grinned, but didn't say anything. He just reached over, put his hand to the back of my head and pulled me to his face. Our lips parted and our tongues pushed against each other. This was no tender kiss, not like the one we'd shared earlier. This was hard, forceful, almost desperate. I pulled my body across his, sitting astride him as we continued to kiss. I could feel Ken's rock hard cock rubbing against my ass as it strained the cotton fabric of his underwear. As we kissed I pushed back and down against him.
Ken groaned as our tongues continued to dance and my ass pressed hard against his erection. Whether he was consciously aware of it or not, Ken had begun to thrust himself against my naked ass, his throbbing teen dick still trapped in his briefs. He had grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me back from his face slightly so that we were an inch or so apart. He was staring into my eyes, both of our breaths coming hard and ragged.
"Fuuuck", Ken groaned as he pulled me harder and began short, quick thrusts with his hips. With each grunt I felt the wetness of his ejaculation against my ass as it spread across the front of his briefs.
After his final thrust, I could feel Ken relax down onto the bed and I let my own body fall down on his. I could hear Ken's hard breathing in my ear. As we laid there I thought back to our earlier talk. Maybe? Maybe I could ask someone to do that. Maybe Ken would do it.
We awoke a few hours later, the two of us still pressed against each other, Ken still in his cum soaked briefs. It wasn't quite morning yet, but we both had piss hard-ons. As good as it felt to lay against each other like that, we both needed to get up or risk wetting his bed.
Wearing only a t-shirt, my boner bounced in front of me as we walked to the bathroom. As I stood in front of the toilet, trying to will my erection to go down just enough so that I could pee, I laughed as Ken started to pull at his briefs. The front of them was thoroughly stained, and they had started to stick to his crotch.
"Shut up" Ken yawned and giggled, "this is your fault."
"I didn't say anything", I protested innocently, but then laughed as Ken let his underwear fall to the bathroom and I could see dried cum on his dick and matted in his pubic hair.
"I should make you clean this." Ken said, picking at the bits of jizz.
I stuck out my tongue as I finally felt my piss start to flow and splash into the bowl. Ken stood next to me and released his stream as well. As we finished our dicks had softened into a semi-hard state, which at our age was sometimes as soft as they got during the day. We shook off the last drops, flushed and made our way back to Ken's room. We fell into his bed and pulled the bed sheet up and over us. Within minutes we had fallen back asleep.
I was the first to wake up again and for a few minutes I watched Ken sleeping, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I rolled out of bed, grabbed my shorts and pulled a pair of clean underwear out of my bag. I figured that by now someone might be up and I thought it would be best if I was dressed instead of letting my penis lead the way as it had earlier in the morning. Ken hadn't stirred, so I let him sleep as I opened his bedroom door to step out.
The first thing I saw was Jamie sitting on the sofa, holding a bowl of cereal and watching cartoons. He looked over at me and smiled.
"Hey," he said, a little bit of milk spilling onto his lips as he did.
"Hey yourself," I yawned and stretched, "you the only one up?"
"No, but mom and dad already left, they said something about taking my grandma shopping for something."
"Mmm", I mumbled as I walked to the bathroom and Jamie returned to watching TV.
Closing the door behind me, I looked into the mirror. As I stretched again I saw that my hair was a wild mess and a quick sniff of a pit confirmed I should have a shower. I stripped out of my clothes and dropped them on the bathroom floor. As I did, I noticed that Ken's briefs were still on the floor. I laughed a little to myself, thinking that it was a good thing Ken's folks had gone out. I'm sure it wasn't the first pair of the boys' cum stained underwear that his mom would have to wash, but she probably preferred that they at least threw them in the laundry hamper so that she didn't have to handle them as much.
After a quick shower, I stepped out and grabbed a towel. Looking down I again noticed Ken's briefs. I also noticed that they still appeared wet. Something didn't seem right. I knew Ken had really unleashed a heavy load into them, but by now they shouldn't be anything more than slightly damp. I bent to pick them up and as soon as I had them in my hand I realized that they were definitely wetter than they should be. It was almost like ... would Jamie have found them when he came down and? I brought them to my nostrils and inhaled, immediately noting the slightly bleachy smell of a fresh wad of cum.
My cock sprang to attention and for a moment I wanted to take the briefs, wrap them around my teen prick and quickly stroke myself into releasing my own load into them. A thought crossed my mind and I smiled. I quickly dried myself, dressed and stepped out of the bathroom.
With the soaked briefs in my hand, I quietly padded across the floor and came up behind Jamie, who was fully engrossed in the show he was watching. I smiled. This could be fun.