Ken and I - Part 40
I woke up with light filtering through the blinds on Colin's bedroom window. Colin lay next to me, still sleeping; I rolled over on my side and took some time to really look at him. His small, slim stature made him appear younger than he was; he wasn't what you would call handsome, but he was cute, his feature fine and almost elfish.
Colin opened his eye and saw me looking at him, "Hey."
"Hey", I replied and rolled back onto my pillow.
Colin broke the silence after we'd lain there awake for a few minutes, "So uhm ... last night, huh?"
The previous night had been fun; I certainly wouldn't complain about watching someone else jerking off while I did the same. Thinking about it made my morning wood push harder against the fabric of my briefs.
"Yeah, last night ... ", I started to say, "it was fun ... right?"
"Yeah", Colin agreed, "y'know uhm ... I've never, I mean ... I'd never done that with someone before."
For the moment I said nothing, not sure if I should tell him that it wasn't my first time.
Colin carried on, clearly nervous about asking me, "So uhm ... I mean ... have you y'know ... before?"
With the question asked, I thought there wasn't any reason to lie about it, "Well ... yeah, I ... I have."
"Cool", Colin said quietly.
I was glad he didn't go on to ask me with whom; that wasn't something that I'd felt was okay to tell him. Partly because I didn't think it was right to name the other boys, and partly because I wasn't sure I wanted to reveal just how often and how much I'd already done. I could tell Colin had clearly enjoyed it, but I was afraid that if told him everything, he'd think it was too weird to carry on.
"So uhm ... do you, y'know ... have boners when you wake up", Colin said, finishing with a little nervous laughter.
I laughed, "You tell me", pulling back the sheets to show him.
I looked over and saw Colin blush a little as he pushed back the sheets on his half of the bed, "Yeah ... me too."
"So, do you ever do it? Like in the morning I mean?" I asked him.
"Yeah."
"So uhm, do you want to? I kinda feel like ... well, I could definitely do it", I said, rubbing the front of my briefs.
Colin said nothing, but mimicked my movement on the front of his own briefs; he was as hard as I was. After a moment of rubbing, we both pushed our briefs down far enough to let our stiff pricks spring up. We both slowly stroked ourselves, making no effort to conceal that we were watching each other do it.
"Feels good", I said with husky breath.
"Yeah."
After a few minutes of rubbing, I felt ready to jack myself harder.
We were both startled when his bedroom door flew open and his little brother bounced into the room. We both grabbed at the bed sheets to pull them up as quickly as we could.
Colin shouted at him as we fumbled under the sheets to pull our briefs back up, "You little shit, I told you not to come in without knocking!"
He seemed unfazed by Colin's tone of voice, "Mom said to get up and come for breakfast. What're you guys doing?"
"None of your business, we were sleeping." Colin said.
"No you weren't, you were awake, I saw you."
"You didn't see anything dummy."
"I'm not a dummy", he replied, "mom said I'm not and she said you're not supposed to call me that. And she said you're not supposed to use bad words. Come on, get up, the food is ready."
He made no move to leave, apparently prepared to wait for us to get up. Colin sighed and I laughed a little; I sat up and slid my legs out on my side of the bed while Colin did the same on the other side, both of us keeping a bit of the sheets covering our still tented underwear.I fumbled on the floor for the sweatpants, and worked to pull them on again; I did my best to trap my erection under the waistband of my briefs, but it still made a large noticeable bulge in the front. I hoped that taking a piss before going to the breakfast table would help calm it down. Colin had stood up while pulling on a pair of loose shorts, which did a much better job of concealing his stiffness underneath.
I felt extremely self-conscious as we made our way to the breakfast table, like everyone was staring at what I felt must be a somewhat obscene bulge in the sweat pants I was wearing. I quickly sat down so that I could slide my lower half under the table. Colin sat next to me, his twin siblings across from me and his parents on either end. As we ate, his family talked about what they needed to do that day. I was disappointed to hear that Colin had plans; I had hoped that we'd be able to have another go at jacking off together before I needed to go home. As I thought about it, I could feel myself getting harder again. I needed to think about something else, otherwise I'd have a real problem when breakfast was done.
As they talked, I took a closer look at them. Like Colin, they all had relatively slim bodies. Colin's younger brother looked like a smaller clone of him; he was adorable and I thought that in a few years he'd be a major cutey. Breakfast was done and fortunately my erection had mostly gone down; Colin got up from the table and I quickly followed suit, turning my back to the table. We went back to Colin's room and closed the door.
"Well ... I guess I should go home if you need to go out", I said.
Colin was openly staring at my crotch, "Yeah, uhm sorry, I was hoping ... well, y'know that we uhm, could ..."
"Yeah, me too", I replied, "so uhm, I guess I should get my stuff and go."
"Yeah."
"But uhm, maybe we could again ... sometime?"
"Yeah, we should uhm, .. again", Colin said and smiled.
I laughed, "Definitely."
We left Colin's room and walked to the laundry room. On the way I thanked Colin's mom for breakfast and said good-bye. In the laundry room I noticed that Colin continued to openly star at the front of my briefs as I took off his sweat pants and pulled on my snow pants. I put on my coat and was ready to go.
"Well, I guess I'll see you back at school in a few days", I said.
"Yeah, see yah", Colin said as I left.
I walked home; I thought about how much had happened to me since that first time with Ken. It was like he'd flipped some kind of switch in me. And although I never thought of myself as bold, I wasn't nearly as shy as I had been, and I'm sure I would've missed out on many fun times because I wouldn't have left myself open to them.
I was still deep in thought as I walked down my street, nearly home.
"Hey ... hey Martin!"
I realized someone was calling my name; I looked and saw Ken standing by his house.
"Hey Ken", I shouted back, "you're home."
"Yeah, we got home last night. How was your vacation so far?"
"Not bad, I guess."
"Where were you, you're all dressed for the snow."
"Oh, I was tobogganing yesterday."
Ken laughed, "Yesterday? And you're just coming home now?"
"What? Oh, ha ha, no, I went with Colin Elliot", I said, and then added, "I stayed over at his place after."
"Colin? I didn't know you guys were friends."
"Yeah, well, you know, he's in some of my classes."
"Oh okay, that's cool", Ken said, "hey, uhm, can I talk to you for a minute?"
I said, "Sure", and we walked into his backyard.
"In here", Ken said, walking over to their garage.
I wondered why we were going into the garage to talk instead of his house. Ken closed the door behind us and turned on the light.
"So what's up?" I asked.
"I just wanted to talk to you for a minute, everybody's home so I figured we'd have a bit more privacy here. No one to interrupt."
"Uhm ... okay?" I said, curious what Ken wanted to talk about.
"So the thing is", he started, "it's well, I did a lot of thinking. While we were at my grandparents I mean."
"Okay, so what were you thinking about?" I asked, suddenly a little afraid that Ken was going to tell me that he didn't want to mess around with me any more.
"Okay, well, I guess the thing is that we haven't really spent a lot of time together since school started."
"Yeah, I know ...", I said, thinking here it comes.
"It's, well, it's just that ... I guess the thing is that I've ... well, I've ... missed you." Ken said quietly, looking right into my eyes.
"You've ... missed me?" I said.
"Yeah, I ... we ... well I want", Ken carried on, "I want us I mean ... to be together ... more. "
"Together?" was all I could say.
"Martin, I ... I don't know what all this means, I'm ... I'm feeling like, I don't know, I just ... I guess I want us to spend more time together again. Y'know ... like when ..."
"Like when we first started?" I finished his thought.
"Yeah, like that", Ken said, and kissed me.
I looked at him and kissed him back. We were now pressed tightly together, holding each other and kissing, our lips pressed together, our mouths open and our tongues dancing. I felt a rush of blood engorge my dick, almost painfully throbbing inside my white cotton briefs. Our kissing was passionate, almost furious, like we were rediscovering something we'd lost. We were grinding against each other; I couldn't feel whether Ken was as hard as I was through my snow pants, but I assumed he was. Waves of pleasure were rushing through my body, and then it happened; I could feel cum gushing out of my cock, soaking into my underwear. My body stiffened against Ken, my hips thrusting against him with every spurt of my semen.
Our kiss broke and Ken smiled at me, "Martin? Did you just ... you just shot off in your pants, didn't you?"
I was breathing hard, and groaned out, "Yesss."
"Damn", he said, "you are still my horny fucker aren't you?"
"Yes", I whispered in his ear as my body began to relax, the last of my jizz having drained into my pants.
"Martin, I ...", Ken began, and then stopped as we both heard his dad yelling.
"Ken?! Are you out here? C'mon, you need to get ready, we need to leave."
We let go of each other, and Ken opened the garage door, "Okay dad, I'll be right there."
Ken turned back to me, "Sorry, we're going to my aunt and uncle's place right away. I wish ... Martin ... well I wish we could y'know, spend the day."
"Yeah, me too", I said, "soon?"
"Yeah, I don't know, maybe you could spend the night before we have to go back to school?" he asked.
"Yeah Ken, that would be great, I'd really like that."
We quickly hugged and kissed once more before heading to our respective houses. I felt like I couldn't stop smiling.
I unlocked our back door and walked into the house. As I took off my boots, I realized it was very quiet. I saw a note pinned to the board where we hung our keys. My parents had gone shopping and would be back later in the afternoon.I hung up my coat and undid my snow pants. As I pulled them down, I was suddenly thankful that they had gone out. The front and right side of my briefs were soaked with fresh cum; I could smell the damp odor of my ejaculation. I checked the inside of my snow pants; there were a few wet spots, but nothing that worried me.
I walked into my room; I thought I should take a shower, aware that besides the odor of cum, I could also smell the dried sweat in my armpits. I looked in my mirror and thought I was a mess. I also realized I was still smiling.
Looking at myself in the mirror had another effect on me; despite the orgasm I'd just had with Ken, I was getting hard again. I couldn't believe how horny I was; I peeled my briefs away from my crotch and let them drop to the floor. My cock continued to harden, still shiny and slick with wet jizz.
I reached down and watched myself in the mirror as I wiped my hand along the shaft and over the head, and then brought my fingers to my mouth. I licked each finger and then took my cock into my hand again, slowly pulling the skin back so that the entire head was exposed. Small drops of cum squeezed from the head as my hand stroked back up and then down. I was watching intently in the mirror, enjoying what I was seeing. I'm not sure why watching myself in the mirror, masturbating, was always such a turn on for me.
I continued to stroke myself, watching, and thinking about Ken. About the kiss we'd shared. About how he missed me. About how he wanted us to be together more. It had all made me realize that I had missed Ken just as much, and I was happy that he wanted to reconnect with me. I had no idea what it would all mean, but I was excited to find out.
I'm not sure how long I stood in front my mirror, jacking myself; I had lost track of time, but I didn't care about anything else. I could feel that I would be cumming soon; my balls had contracted into a tight sack and clear fluid was dripping from the tip of my dick. I moaned loudly as a couple of thin volleys of cum splashed against the mirror. There wasn't much, given that I'd had not long ago had a much more massive cum. I squeezed my dick and milked the rest out, letting it drip down onto the small pile of dirty clothes that lay on the floor in front of me.
I let out a deep breath, and let go of my dick. I watched in the mirror as it softened. I smiled again and with a last look, headed to the bathroom to take that shower.