Ken and I - Part 42
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Without really thinking about it, I ran to our back door, jammed my feet into my runners, and went out. I left through our back gate and ran down the back alley in the same direction that I'd seen Ken walking. I was determined to find out where he was going, why he'd ditched me like that. I wasn't sure if I was angry or disappointed, all I knew was that I needed to know what he was doing.
I stopped at the end of the alley; standing behind some garbage cans, I peered around the corner. Ken had turned to walk up the next road; I watched and when I thought it was safe, I ran up the road behind him. I kept my distance, hiding behind whatever I could so that he wouldn't see me. Ken never actually did turn around, as I'm sure he wasn't expecting that anyone would be following him. We went on that way for about 20 minutes, then Ken stopped in front of a house, but he didn't walk up to the front door.
A couple of minutes later I saw the front door open and someone came out; I couldn't quite make out who it was. The person came down their walk and stopped in front of Ken; I still couldn't see them as Ken was blocking my view. It looked like they were talking, and then ... my heart sank when I saw them hold hands, then hug and kiss. They separated and started to walk back towards me, still holding hands. I ducked down behind the fence from where I'd been watching. I'd recognized the person he was with. It was a girl from our school! I slid down until I was sitting on the ground. I wasn't sure what to think. The only thought that kept running through my mind was why only a few days ago he would've told me he wanted to see more of me and then he'd go to meet a girl. On the very night we'd made plans to see each other.
I could hear their voices and some laughter as they walked past me on the other side of the street. I looked out from behind the fence and watched them walk further and further away. I had no desire to follow anymore. I sat there for a while longer, my mind in a fog. Eventually I stood up and walked slowly back home. Mom and dad weren't back home yet; it was a good thing because I'd have been in trouble for leaving the house without locking the door. I went to my room and laid down on my bed.
I must've fallen asleep; the next thing I knew mom was waking me up.
"Are you okay? I thought you were going over to Ken's tonight."
It took me a moment to gather my thoughts, "Oh, yah, uhh ... it didn't work out for tonight."
"Oh", she said, "well, how about getting up and having something to eat with us."
"Nah, I'm not really hungry ... I uhh, just had something before you got home."
"Are you sure you're alright Martin?" Mom asked, maybe sensing my mood.
"I'm fine okay, I just ... I'm fine, I just wanna be left alone."
Mom looked at me, and I could see the concern in her eyes, "Did you and Ken have a fight?"
"No, okay, we ... we didn't have a fight, it's nothing."
"I know it's not nothing", mom said, "but ... okay honey, but you know you can talk to me or your father about anything that's troubling you, okay?"
"Okay, but I'm fine ... honest, I just ... I'm just tired I guess."
Mom touched my cheek, "Okay, if you change your mind about having something to eat, or ... anything, well, you just let me know." Mom sat at the edge of my bed for a moment longer and then got up to leave, closing my bedroom door as she walked out.
I laid there, staring at the ceiling; the longer I laid there, the less tired I actually felt. What I felt was anger; anger at being betrayed like that. A part of me knew I had no right to feel angry. It's not like I'd been exclusive to Ken; in fact, it had been the opposite. I had taken every opportunity to satisfy my craving to get off; to jerk and suck whatever cock I could get. To get fucked. Those thoughts only served to make me angrier. Except I no longer knew if I was angry at Ken or angry at myself.
I got up. I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. As I passed the living room, I heard mom ask me if I'd changed my mind about having something to eat.
"No, I'm okay", I said, as I picked up the phone and dialled.
After a few rings, someone picked up, "Hello?"
"Hi David, it's Martin."
"Hey Martin", David said, "Merry Christmas and all that!"
"Yeah", I replied, "so uhh, what're you up to?"
"Not much. We got back from staying out at grandma's a couple of days ago. Mom had to go back to work. I was just listening to some new records I got for Christmas."
"Can I come over?" I asked.
"Now?"
"Yeah."
"Sure. Yeah, that'd be great. Are you okay?"
It felt like everyone could sense I wasn't, but it wasn't anything I wanted to talk about, "Yeah, I'm fine, I'll see you in a few minutes."
We hung up and went to the living room, "I'm going over to David's place."
"Oh, well, okay, are you sure everything is alright?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me that", I said, trying not to raise my voice, "I said I'm fine. I just feel like hanging out David's tonight, okay?"
"Are you spending the night there?"
"Yes", I said, even though it wasn't something I'd talked to David about.
I went to my room to grab my backpack; I stuffed some clean underwear and shirt into it, then grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste from the bathroom.
I walked past the living room again, throwing my pack over my shoulders; I could see mom was about to say something.
"I'm fine", I said, as calmly as I could, "I just feel like hanging out with a friend tonight, okay?"
"Do you want me to drive you over?" Dad asked.
"No, it's fine, it's not that far. See you tomorrow."
I put on my shoes and left. I waked around to the front of our house and started walking towards David's house. I purposely avoided looking at Ken's place. I had no idea if he'd come home already or not. Maybe he was still out. Who cared? Let him be with that slut; everyone at school knew she slept around. By the time I got to David's, I was feeling ... not angry, but I guess determined was how I'd describe it.
I'd barely knocked when the door opened, almost like David had been standing there waiting for me. For all I knew he had.
"Hey Martin", he said, smiling at me, "that was fast."
"Hi", I said, coming in and closing the door.
"So, what do you ...", David started to stay.
I cut him off, putting my arms around and pulling him into me. I pressed my mouth against his. I wanted this. I needed this. I held him tight and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I dropped my right hand to the front of David's pants. I could feel him respond, his dick growing harder as I rubbed him.
Our mouths separated, both of us breathing hard.
"Wow, Martin ...", David started.
I took his hand and pulled him behind me, "Let's go up to your room."
David followed me, not saying anything else. Maybe he'd figured out that I wasn't there to talk. At least, not right now. We got upstairs to his room; he had some low lights on and there was music playing on his stereo. I tossed my backpack to the floor as I turned around to face David. I stepped towards him and began kissing him again, hard on the mouth, our tongues pushing against each other. As we kissed, I began to undo the buttons on his shirt; I felt the warmth of his chest as his shirt opened, I could feel his nipples had become hard and erect, and he moaned into my mouth as I ran my fingers across them. I pushed his shirt off and fumbled with his belt, the button on his pants and the zipper. I managed to push his pants and briefs just low enough to let his cock bounce into view. I grasped the shaft of his long hard dick and slowly stroked it.
Our mouths separated for a moment, "Oh fuck Martin!" David groaned.
I pulled him towards the bed, and he nearly stumbled with his pants halfway down his thighs. I undid my own pants as David pulled my tee shirt over my head. I stepped out of my pants and underwear, and dropped to my knees. I tugged at David's pants and briefs, trying to push them down at the same time as my mouth found the knob head of his long stiff prick. I swallowed as much of his fleshy pink tube as I could while I continued to fumble with his pants and he awkwardly tried to step out of them. I got up and pushed him onto his bed; we would've been an odd sight, naked other than our socks. But I had no time for that. I needed David. I wanted him badly. I knelt across his legs and bent down to take his cock back into my eager mouth. I licked and sucked the head, plunging my mouth down as far as I could before coming back up.
David kept moaning, running his hand through my hair, "Fuck .. fuck, mmm fuck Martin."
I came up for air and laid down on top of him, pressing our dicks against one another. We kissed, grinning against each other as we did.
Our lips parted and I breathed heavily into his ear, "Fuck me ... I want you to fuck me David, I need you inside of me."
David looked at me and he could see the hardened desire in my eyes. He knew I meant it.
He pushed up and flipped me onto my back. He slide down and lifted my legs, holding me by the back of my thighs and spreading my ass so that he could lean down to run his tongue against my hole. I arched my back as I felt the velvety wet warmth; his tongue pushed hard against my hole, and I could feel his hot spit running down the crack of my ass. I moaned and begged him not to stop as he pulled away, only to feel his finger pressing against me before sliding slowly all the way in.
I groaned loudly, "Mmm, fuck ... no ... I want your cock inside of me."
Our eyes met, and I could see that my aggressiveness had lit a fire of lust in his eyes. His finger slipped out and he reached into the drawer of his nightstand. I watched as he pulled a small bottle out; he opened the top, squeezed some out onto his fingers, and rubbed them all over and into my hole. He must've gotten some type of lube since the last time I'd seen him! He squeezed the bottle and laid a stream of it along the top of his cock. He closed and tossed the bottle aside, used his hand to slick up his hard pole and laid the head against me.
He looked into my eyes, as if to ask me whether I was ready; I just smiled and tried to lift and push my ass towards him. David began to push himself into me; I moaned as the head pushed past the tight ring inside my hole.
I whimpered, and he momentarily stopped, "Fuck no, keep going ... pleaseee."
David resumed pushing, slowly sliding forward until the entire length of his hard thick cock inside of me. He pulled back slightly and pushed forward again. And again. And again. I could only moan every time he pushed himself into; my own prick was stiff beyond belief, and it throbbed and leaked precum every time his thick knob ran past my prostate.
Nothing else existed at that moment except the two of us. I suddenly felt empty and realized that David had pulled entirely out of me.
I began to protest, but he said, "I don't wanna cum yet."
He leaned down and used his tongue to lap up the small pool of sweet precum that had pooled beneath the throbbing head of my cock. He licked the tip of my dick and then swallowed my shaft almost all the way to the base. I put my hands on his head, grasping his hair, urging him to keep sucking me, but also wanting him to fill my empty hole again.
I could feel myself getting close, my balls starting to get tight. I don't know if David sensed the same, but he pulled his mouth off me. He leaned back, took his cock in his hand and ran it up and down my crack, teasing my hole on each pass. "Fuckkk David ... mmm, c'mon ... fuck meee", I groaned.
David plunged the length of his thick hard cock into me with one fast motion, his groin and balls slapping against me as he bottomed out. He pounded me hard, and I knew there'd be no pulling out this time. I lifted my ass to meet him with every thrust. He laid down on top me, continuing to assault my hole with his heavy prick. We kissed and I could feel my own slick cock sliding between our stomachs. David laid his head next to mine and I could hear and feel his ragged breath in my ear.
"Mmm, fuck ... Martin ... oh god, fuck", he hoarsely whispered, "I'm cummming!"
He thrust himself in and out of me in short bursts as he unloaded his hot thick jizz into me. He continued pumping into me; the feeling became too much for me and I spasmed and released gush after gush of my own thick cream between our sweat soaked bodies. David finally collapsed on top me, his thick cock still lodged inside of me; I clamped down my with ass, desperate to keep him inside as long as possible.
I didn't want to feel that emptiness again.