Ken and I - Part 02
We lay there for what seemed like forever, letting our breathing return to normal, neither of us saying anything. In the silence my mind started to race, wondering if things were going to get awkward between us or if Ken was going to tell me to leave. Some of the panic I had started to feel before I had come over to Ken's that evening was setting in. Ken had clearly enjoyed being brought to orgasm at my hands, but I was worried that after the sexually charged moment passed Ken would react badly.
"Was that weird?" I asked without daring to look over at him, his fresh load still all over my hand and the musky scent of our sweat and cum hanging in the air.
"Sort of," Ken answered. I could feel a slight panic starting to rise in me, when Ken quickly added, "Wanna do it again?"
We both turned our heads and looked straight into each other's eyes. And burst out laughing.
"So much for keeping your sheets clean," I grinned at him.
"I don't care," Ken laughed. "That was capital F fucking great."
"Man, I don't think I've ever cum that hard before," I said, already feeling my barely softened dick steeling up again.
I looked down and noticed that Ken's dick was also growing from it's semi-rigid state, both of our cocks still wet with jizz. Ken slipped his underwear the rest of the way off and kneeled up on the bed next to me. Reaching down, he slid my pajama bottoms all the way off as well. Taking hold of my hard cock, he slowly slid his hand from the base of my shaft up and around the slick head, and then back down. I moaned deeply as he continued his slow handling of my teen prick, with small amounts of my recent jizz still milking out the top on every upstroke.
He seemed fascinated by the way my foreskin slid up and down with each of his strokes. I continued to moan and groan with the feelings of intense pleasure he was giving me.
"Fuck, not so loud," he said, "you'll wake my family!"
"I can't help it, that feels so good."
"Tell me about it," he laughed, and I realized that Ken's own dick was hard and throbbing next to me. Feeling the heat coming off Ken's body and his cock was having an intoxicating effect on me. I wrapped my hand around his thick hard cock causing him to inhale sharply as I matched his slow pace stroke for stroke.
We were both intently focused on each other cocks; occasionally we looked up and our eyes would meet. My initial worries about awkwardness faded as I saw a look I can only describe as horny desire in Ken's face. Waves of pleasure continued to course through my body as we carried on jerking each other off. My own desires were boiling over; there were so many thoughts flashing through my mind: Ken's body pressed down against mine, his mouth covering mine with kisses, his hard cock sliding into my mouth. I was experiencing emotions that I had not felt before and really couldn't have put into words even if I had tried at that moment. I realized there were so many more things I wanted to experience with Ken, but I held back, afraid that if I acted on my feelings he'd consider me a fag.
Several deep groans from Ken brought me out of my own thoughts and back to the reality of me jerking his thick cock. At this point Ken was literally thrusting into my hand on each stroke and I could see his balls tightening.
"Cumming," was all Ken managed to grunt as ejaculated a fresh round of teen cream. Most of his hot load squirted onto my stomach and crotch. He had momentarily stopped stroking me as he deal with his own orgasm, but it didn't matter. The sight of jizz shooting from the head of his cock, the feeling of his hot gooey mess landing on my skin, combined with the heat and scent from our bodies was too much for me. Deep contractions at the base of my cock forced my own creamy load to spray up and across my body.
"Fuck," I moaned repeatedly with each volley of my cum. Ken stroked my cock a few times, milked the rest of my juicy load out and fell back onto his bed.
We both sighed loudly, exhausted from our efforts. After a moment Ken looked at me and laughed, "Fuck, you're a real mess."
I laughed too, and could feel as cum from both our loads started to run off my chest and stomach. I saw Ken roll to the edge of his bed and reach under, coming back up with a small hand towel in his hand. Rolling back he started wiping up our sticky mess with the towel. I felt the texture of the towel on my skin, at times soft fleece, at times rough patches. It was then that I realized Ken must keep a cum rag under this bed to clean up and he was now using to clean me. It didn't strike me until later that this was something of an act of intimacy between us as he could have just as easily tossed the towel to me or simply ignored my state of messiness altogether.
When he was done, he wiped his own dick and put the towel back under his bed. We lay there on his bed, still naked as the intensity of our actions gave way to sleepiness. Ken rolled to his side and turned off his bedside lamp, and then rolled back on his side facing me. Although I couldn't see in the initial darkness I knew he was watching me until his breathing became soft and regular. I could feel his hand right next to my body, the back of it barely making contact. As I started to fall asleep as well, my mind again raced with all the possibilities of what might yet happen.