Ken and I - Part 38
I'm not sure what time it was when I woke up, but I could see through he window that it was getting light outside. I looked over and saw that David was still asleep next to me, my leg was draped over his and my hand lay on his chest. I could feel the beat of his heart through the warmth of his skin. I smiled, thinking about how good this felt as well as at the memory of what we had done earlier. David's arm lay just above my head and I saw the thick patch of hair that grew in the armpit, so unlike my own where, although clearly visible, the hair was still relatively light. I inhaled the musky scent of his pit; it was strong, but I didn't find it unpleasant. In fact, I could feel blood starting to flow into my soft teen prick.
I let my hand trace slowly along the muscled definition of his chest and then his stomach. Just below his belly button I felt where he had hair starting to grow in a trail towards his crotch. My fingers followed it down, coming to rest in his dense nest of pubes. My dick continued to thicken and grow as my fingers ran through his bush, and touching the base of his soft cock. Even in this state it felt and looked impressive. I felt it respond to my touch as my fingers ran along the shaft; like my own had, it began to thicken, lengthen and rise up. I gently stroked its full length, from base to head; I loved the smooth fleshy feel of it.
I briefly contemplated taking him into my mouth, but in truth, I wanted to feel it elsewhere. I rose to my knees as gently as I could, not wanting to wake David. Not yet. I spit in my hand several times, using it to wet my hole; it was slightly sensitive to my touch, likely from having been stretched by David's large prick. Still, I was now fully aroused, my cock standing stiff between my legs, the head released from my foreskin, the tip getting wet with precum. I spit into my hand a few more times, and used it to also wet David's cock. It twitched in my hand and I looked to see that David was still asleep.
As carefully as I could, I lifted my leg and moved to straddle him. I froze as David stirred, but he remained asleep. I felt his long hard cock against my ass; I rose and used my hand to guide his cock against my hole. I gasped softly as the velvety firmness of the head pressed to my hole. I slowly let the weight of my body pull me down on his cock until I felt the head stretch me open and pop inside. I gasped again, less softly, and held myself there until I could continue. David's eyes were still closed, but I could tell that his breathing had changed and his body was starting to shift. I continued to let myself be drawn down onto him until the full length of his thick eight inches of teen cock was lodged deep inside of me. I gently rose and descended, maybe four or five times before I saw David's eyes flutter open.
I could see the puzzled look on his face, he wasn't yet awake enough to comprehend what was happening. I smiled and moaned as I increased the speed of my body's rise and fall. All the incredibly good feelings of what I realized was only a few hours ago flooded back into my brain. I closed my eyes and let the them take me, guiding my body's movement more from instinct than purpose. I felt David's hands on my hips, holding me as he pushed himself up into me.
I knew he was fully awake, "Fuckkkk Martin, ohhhh shit!"
I was riding his cock, feeling it repeatedly fill me with its length and thickness as it thrust in and out of me. My own hard teen prick was bouncing in front of me, slapping and splattering gobs of precum down on David's stomach with every thrust. I could feel the pressure building in my balls without either of us having touched my dick yet. The way we were currently fucking was causing David's cock to press and slide against what I would later learn was my prostate, sending shivers of electricity though my body.
We were both panting and moaning as we continued to pick up speed.
I groaned loudly, "Ohh ... ohh ... ohh ... fuck fuck fuck."
My young cock suddenly erupted, ejaculating ropes of my thick white spunk that splashed on David's chest. I could barely catch my breath with the overwhelming intensity coursing through me. David kept thrusting hard up into me until I thought I might pass out. I felt his hands grip me tightly, holding me down against his crotch as he drove his rigid teen pole into me.
"Martinnnnn ... awww fuckkkk", he shouted as he flooded me with his own creamy load of cum. His hands squeezed my hips with each of his jizz squirting contractions.
I leaned down to kiss him while his cock remained lodged in my ass, until he softened enough for it to slip out on its own; I could feel some of his cum deposit leak out as it did. For a long time we laid there like that, in a hot sweaty and sticky heap, not speaking. We were content to feel our bodies against each other, breathing, hearts beating.
By the time I looked over at David's bedside alarm clock, I saw that it was 11:30 am.
"Shit", I muttered.
"What is it?"
"I have to go. I promised my dad I'd help him haul some junk to the dump this afternoon, he wanted to leave by noon."
"Oh", David said, "I was hoping you'd be able to stay longer. But you promised so you should help. You'll sleep over again another night."
As was so often the case with David, it was a statement, not a question. It was obvious how much we'd both enjoyed ourselves so it seemed reasonable to assume that I would be happy to stay over again.
I rolled out of bed and started pulling on my clothes. I knew I smelled of sweat and cum, but given that we were going to the dump I figured it wouldn't be so terrible. I just hoped the sweat outweighed the odor of cum.; I was definitely not ready to have any kind of discussion with my dad about my sexual activities.
David laid in bed; he was smiling as he watched me get dressed. I was ready to go, and for a moment I thought about leaning down and giving him a kiss before leaving. I hesitated, and then it seemed as though the moment to do it had passed. I said good-bye before hurrying down the stairs and out the door, locking it and pulling it shut behind me.
As I rushed home I thought about why I'd hesitated to kiss David before leaving. It couldn't have been the actual act of kissing that caused the hesitation; we'd already done that and so much more. Maybe it was more what it might imply about my feelings for David. In some way I was worried that such a small kiss would signify something more intimate than our night of sex. I had no idea if David was looking for something more. I wasn't sure whether I knew if I did either. I was nervous about even thinking the word boyfriend.
I got home just as dad stepped out of the house into the backyard, "There you are, I was beginning to think you'd forgotten."
"Sorry, we were up late and I guess I slept in."
"I suppose you haven't had anything to eat yet?"
"No, but I could just eat after, I'll be fine", I lied.
"Well go in and at least grab something to go", dad said, smiling and adding, "I don't need you passing out on me on the way."
I ran inside and dropped my stuff in my room, and then realized I should also hit the bathroom before going. As I pissed, I looked in the mirror and realized there was some dried cum on my cheek. I let out a small sigh of relief that I'd seen it and not my mother. The last thing I'd needed was for her to do what she normally did, which was to wet her thumb and try to wipe things off my face like when I was little.
I flushed and then quickly washed my face and ran a comb through my hair. In the kitchen mom had made me a sandwich which I gratefully took as I rushed back out the door.
"You're welcome", I heard my mother yell at me as the door closed behind me.
After helping dad load the trailer with junk that we were taking to the dump, I got into the passenger seat and we left. On the way we talked about nothing in particular, mostly about how I was doing with the new year at school.
"So David seems to be a new friend", dad said after we had finished dumping our stuff and heading back home.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Is he in a lot of your classes?"
"No", I replied, "actually he's not in any of them. But sometimes we sit together during lunch break."
"So how'd you meet?"
"Well I sort of knew him from around school last year and then ran into him a few times over the summer."
"And what about Ken? You don't seem to be hanging around with him as much."
"Oh, well ... I guess we're just busier now that school's started again, and he's got his football practices and stuff."
It made me think about Ken. Was it really just that we were busier than we were in the summer? Or was our friendship based strictly on getting together to get off? Not that it was a bad thing. Getting off with Ken, and Jamie, definitely felt good. But it felt so different than when I was with David. The truth was I liked it all, but I wondered how long it would all last. At some point they'd find out about each other. And then what? I didn't want it to end.
"Are you going to sit in the car for the rest of the day?"
"Huh?"
"We're home. Are you okay?"
"Just tired I guess", I said as I got out of the car and headed inside to my room.
I grabbed some fresh clothes, had a shower and laid down on my bed. I slept until mom woke me when it was time to eat. Dinner was uneventful, as was the rest of my weekend. On Sunday I spoke with Daryl, who was excited to share that they might be visiting at Thanksgiving, and if not then, at Christmas for sure. Every time I talked to Daryl, it reminded me of how much I missed our friendship. Not that we weren't still friends, but of course it was different since we weren't able to see each other very often. Despite the different ways in which I'd gotten close to Ken and David, there was still something different in the bond I had with Daryl. Out of anyone, he was still the one with whom I felt I could talk about anything.
It was back to school on Monday. David acted the same way he always did, neither acting more nor less friendly than usual. As open as he typically seemed to be, maybe our growing friendship wasn't something he was ready to share. Or perhaps he sensed that I wasn't and respected my choice. In either case, I was glad that it wasn't something I had to deal with.
Ken too acted more or less the same, although every time I'd catch his eye after having lunch with David and the other boys that ate with us, he'd give me this grin like he somehow knew something was going on. Of course it was possible I was just reading something into his expression.
At Wednesday's PE class, I caught Colin's eye as we were getting changed. He'd already taken his shirt off and was sliding out of his typically skin tight jeans. He acknowledged me with a smile as I saw his briefs slip down slightly along with his pants. It revealed a rather thick dark bush of pubic hair. The dense curls surprised me; I guess I hadn't expected that a boy as relatively short and slight as Colin would have such heavy growth. His briefs were tight, and the clinging fabric revealed the outline of his balls and the dick nestled above them. It didn't look unusually large, but enjoyed seeing the definition. Colin smiled again as I looked down, afraid that if I stared much longer I'd have a problem with the tightness of my own shorts.
Class consisted of a series of fitness tests, and I ended up partnered with Colin. One of us would perform the exercise while the other kept count, then we'd switch. It gave me a chance to get to know him a little better. It turned out we seemed to have a fair bit in common, and I found Colin to be funny, clever and quite talkative. It was Colin's turn to do sit-ups, and I was kneeling at his feet to hold them in place. It was hard to keep a steady count as my position allowed me to see up the leg of his gym shorts, his brief encased balls clearly on display. I could feel myself starting to get hard in my own gym shorts. I concentrated hard on counting his sit-ups and managed to keep from getting a full blown boner. When Colin was done, it was my turn and we switched positions.
Before I could start I had to adjust myself causing Colin to grin, "You seem to have a lot of problems keeping that beast under control."
I blushed, but couldn't help laughing, "Your doodles in class don't exactly help", referencing the picture of a spurting penis that Colin had drawn in class when I'd had a boner.
"Geez, if you think my doodles are hot, I can't imagine what you'd do if you saw pictures of some real stuff."
I'm not sure why, but I awkwardly blurted out, "Do you diddle your noodle when you draw your doodle?"
Colin laughed, "Wouldn't you like to know."
Of course I want to know, I thought to myself as I started to do my sit-ups. My curiosity about Colin had been piqued. So much so that when I masturbated that night, I slowly replayed his undressing in the locker room. Except that his briefs didn't just stop at showing his pubes; they revealed a soft smooth dick crowned with a pink mushroom head. In my mind I watched as he began to stroke himself hard; the locker room was full of other boys but for some reason no one paid us any attention. I was jerking myself watching Colin, and I spurted creamy spunk on my belly as his cock jetted streams of cum that splashed noisily on the tiled locker room floor.
I scooped up my cum and licked it off my hand before falling into satisfyingly deep sleep.