Ken and I - Part 03
I woke the next morning, the sunlight starting to stream through the bedroom window. Looking over I could see that Ken was still asleep. Most of him anyway. His dick kept shifting between a semi and full hard state. I realized that we'd fallen asleep naked, with no sheet to cover us. I also realized that I could hear noises from the rest of the house, clearly Ken's family was awake. Just then there was a knock at his bedroom door and the sound of the doorknob starting to turn. I quickly grabbed the sheet from the foot of the bed and pulled it up and over us. Ken's morning erection was still a clearly visible lump, but it was better than the alternative.
"Boys, breakfast is ready," Ken's mom announced as she walked in.
I hoped that she wouldn't notice that all of our clothes, especially Ken's underwear and my pyjamas, were laying on the floor.
"God's sake, open a window in here," she said as she strode across the room. "I don't know how you boys can manage to smell up a room so badly."
I wasn't sure if I was going to laugh out loud or cringe; what she was smelling was our sweaty bodies and the four loads of teen spunk Ken and I had shot the night before. My own dick twitched under the sheet and I hoped that Ken's mom wouldn't notice.
Ken stirred next to me, "Geez mom, give us a break. And some privacy."
"Just hurry up and put something on, breakfast is going to get cold."
Walking out, I realized that she had left Ken's door partly open. I quickly hopped out of bed and closed it. Turning around, Ken spotted my erection bobbing in front of me.
"Got the hots for my mom, huh," Ken laughed.
"Fuck you," I shot back, pulling the sheet off his body. "Not as much as you do!"
Ken laughed and swung his legs over the edge of his bed. Bending over, I picked up his underwear and tossed it at his head. "Better put these on so that no one mistakes your dick for a breakfast sausage."
"Too late," he said, "I can see you drooling for it already!"
An image of Ken's cock sliding between my lips flashed in my head. I wondered if he was just fucking around or if he had already sensed that I wanted to do more. I gave Ken the finger and rummaged through our clothes to find my own underwear. Catching each other's eyes as we got dressed, we would grin, but neither of us said anything about last night. Part of me wanted to talk about it; I wanted to know how Ken felt about it. Was he embarrassed by it? Did he want to just forget it? I took some comfort from the fact that at least things weren't awkward between us. It seemed like any other sleepover morning might, or at least I as imagined it might as this was the first time I had slept over Ken's house.
We walked to the kitchen and sat down at the table. We loaded our plates with pancakes, eggs and sausages, and began to eat. Ken's family consisted of his mom and dad, and older sister and a younger brother. There was the typical family banter at the table as we ate. I was sitting across the table from Ken and noticed that he kept glancing at me. And every time he did, his mouth would spread in a sly grin. I became somewhat embarrassingly aware that his glances were turning me on, and soon enough my morning wood was back and feeling uncomfortably positioned in my jeans. Forgetting for a moment that I was not at home and at the breakfast table, I reached down and adjusted myself. Ken's younger brother Jamie was sitting next to me and as I looked up from what I was doing I could see his eyes were looking down at the tent in my pants.
Although I would normally have been embarrassed to have been caught like that with a boner, I was somewhat turned on. I reached down and gave myself another squeezing adjustment. Jamie realized he must've been staring and I could see his cheeks turning red as he looked back up and realized I had seen him. I smiled to myself and looked back over at Ken. Picking up a breakfast sausage, I looked around the table and then back over at Ken. With his family deep in conversation, no one was paying much attention to me. As Ken glanced in my direction I held the sausage close to my mouth and let my tongue run around the end as I slowly slid it between my lips.
Ken's eyes went wide and he nearly choked on the piece of pancake he just stuck in his mouth. I began to grin, and we both started having a laughing fit.
"God, you two are so weird," Ken's sister announced as she got up and put her plate in the sink. Our laughing settled down and I tried hard to avoid looking at Ken as I ate the rest of my breakfast for fear that I would start laughing uncontrollably again.
"So what are you two going to get up to today," Ken's dad asked. We shrugged our shoulders and almost in unison said, "I don't know."
"Let's go for a bike ride," Ken said. Getting up and putting our dishes in the sink, we took off outside. Ken grabbed his bike and I ran across the street to get mine.
Before I had a chance to ride off I heard my own mom, "Where are you going?"
"Just for a ride with Ken," I responded. I wasn't being purposely vague, I honestly didn't know where exactly we were going to ride.
"Where are your things?", she asked. I realized I had left my pyjamas and everything else on Ken's bedroom floor. "At Ken's, I'll get it later," I shouted as I rode off.
We rode for about half an hour, ending up at the railroad tracks at the edge of our neighbourhood. Tossing our bikes in the grass, we walked along the rails, picking up rocks and tossing them as went. Part way down the rails we came to a switch and what looked like an abandoned boxcar on the other tracks. The boxcar was open on one side and we hopped up; it was mostly empty except for a couple of palettes and some other bits of junk.
We sat next to each other at the edge of the open boxcar door and looked out at the creek that flowed just down the embankment from us. Our usual banter had died away and it was suddenly quiet between us. I could feel myself sweating a little, partly from ride and the warm morning, and partly because I was getting nervous.
"Have you ever done that before?", Ken asked without looking at me.
I knew what Ken meant and simply answered, "No", instead of giving a smart ass remark.
"Me either." Ken stated without being asked.
After a short silence I said, "I liked it." There, it was out there now. Ken could either call me a fag and take off, or he could take it for what it was.
"Me too." Ken said quietly.
For the first time since we had started talking, I looked over at him. There was a mixed expression on Ken's face, an uncertainty that was offset by the beginnings of that characteristic sly grin of his. A grin combined with those clear blue eyes that I thought could talk me into doing anything.
"Want to?", he tossed out at me.
"What? Now? Here?", I asked, my voice breaking slightly at the unexpected question.
Ken just shrugged and his grin broadened into a smile. I could already feel the blood rushing to my dick, and I could see that the same thing was happening to Ken. I could practically see his fleshy tube filling out, bulging up towards his hip. The world around me seemed to disappear as I reached over and slowly ran my hand back and forth over top of his jeans. I could feel his cock twitch as I did. Ken reached between my legs and did the same to me.
Our eyes shifted from glancing at our crotches to looking at each other while we continued to rub each other. We both leaned in and our mouths touched in an awkward first kiss. We both pulled back, both our cheeks colouring, whether from awkward nervousness or the rush of excitement, or perhaps both. Our hands never leaving each other's jean covered dicks, we leaned in again, our lips tentatively touching at first, then pressing harder. I felt Ken's tongue push slightly into my mouth, my own tongue pushing back in response.
Nothing but the two of us existed in that moment.
Our hands, like our tongue, began to move more urgently. We fumbled at each other jeans to undo buttons and zippers. Our cocks throbbed in each other's hands as we fished them out of our underwear and into the open air, the heads slick with precum. My heart was going to pound itself out of my chest, and I could feel myself trembling from the sheer pleasure of what we were doing.
Ken was thrusting himself into my hand, and groaning into my mouth as we continued to kiss. I felt Ken's cock go steely hard in my hand as he pulled his mouth off my mine and moaned out loudly. His own hand turned into a vice-like grip on my dick as his creamy teen load began to erupt from he head of his throbbing cock. It was more than I could take and without another stroke from Ken, my own boy juices shot from my cock in waves.
Our breaths were ragged, as though we had just run a marathon. Things that I had only thought of as possibilities were starting to become real.