Ken and I - Part 06
Ken smiled. "Yeah, me too," he said after a moment. Then he surprised me by leaning towards me and kissing me on the lips, and then turning his attention back to the TV and bowl of chips.
Although I pretended to watch TV with him after that, my mind was entirely on Ken and whether I would push things further at tonight's sleepover. So far Ken had not really given me any signals that he was uncomfortable with anything we'd done, and I knew that I desperately wanted more. But this was all new to me, and despite everything that had happened between us so far, when I was not overcome in the moment of lust, I was still unsure of myself. I could only hope that I would be bold enough to do what I wanted.
At around midnight my parents decided to turn in for the night. After telling us not to stay up too late, Ken and I were left on our own.
We continued to watch TV for another 15 or 20 minutes, neither of us saying much. I was feeling excited, but also anxious, and I thought perhaps Ken was too, and every few moments one or the other of us would glance at the other. Soon we seemed to forget about the TV altogether.
Slowly leaning towards him, I kissed him lightly on the lips. I began to lean back, but Ken put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me back in towards him. Our lips met and began to kiss each other hard, Ken's tongue probing and pushing against my own.
We were still sitting on the floor, with our backs leaning against the couch. Ken's kisses were making me horny; without interrupting our kissing, I moved to sit and straddle his lap. I could feel Ken's hardon in his shorts, and I ground down against it as we continued to make out on the floor.
My heart was pounding hard in my chest and loudly in my ears. Leaning back for a moment, I reached down and taking the bottom of Ken's shirt pulled it up and over his head. I slid off my own and then leaned back down to resume kissing. I loved the feeling of Ken's warm smooth skin against my own, overwhelming me with lust.
"Sit up on the couch," I whispered in his ear. Ken gave me a slightly puzzled look, but complied as I lifted myself off his lap and thighs to allow him to slide up onto the seat. The object of my immediate desire was bulging obscenely in Ken's cum stained shorts. Kneeling between his legs, I leaned forward and the musky smell of Ken's sweat, pee and spunk coming off his crotch filled my nostrils.
Feeling emboldened, I looked up into Ken's bright blue eyes and licked my lips in as an erotic manner as a 14 year old could. Ken could only stare at me in anticipation as I took hold of his shorts; without prompting, Ken lifted his butt to let the shorts slide off his legs. I pulled them off, and Ken was left sitting in his underwear, the white cotton fabric discolored and straining across his thick erection.
I was barely aware of the throbbing in my shorts as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and began sliding them down as well. Again, Ken complied without a word as he raised himself slightly so that his briefs slid down. His cock bounced into view, a string of precum flying up against his stomach as it bobbed in front of me.
I looked up into Ken's eyes again; he was staring at me intently, barely breathing. I could feel my hand tremble slightly as I raised it to take hold of his thick cock. Grasping it at the base, I took one more look at Ken and then focused on his erection. Leaning down, I touched the tip of the head with my tongue, causing Ken to take a sharp breath.
Slowly I moved my tongue all around the head of his dick, tasting his earlier cum. Ken's cock seemed to throb with every touch of my tongue. I felt Ken place his hand on my shoulder, next to my neck. Although he exerted no real pressure with his hand, I knew what he wanted. I'm not sure though which of us wanted it more at that point. I moved my lips against the tip of his teen prick and let it slide between them and into my mouth.
Ken let out a low moan as I slowly engulfed his cock. Being my first time I could only manage about 3 or 4 inches, but it felt as though my mouth was entirely full of Ken's hard fleshy tube. I began moving my mouth up and down on it, my lips sliding to the edge of the head and back down. I was aware of Ken's continued moans and his hand had moved to the back of my head, pushing ever so slightly whenever I came up towards the tip of his cock, gently urging me to slide his thick prick back into my warm mouth.
"Fuckkkk that feels so good," Ken hissed between moans. My mouth had built up a steady rhythm on his cock, my hands resting on his upper thighs. I could feel the heat streaming off Ken's body. I could feel also feel him thrusting up into my mouth and a couple of times it forced his cock nearly to back of my throat, causing me to gag.
I came up off his slick cock to take some deep breaths. Ken had a slightly worried look on his face, like he'd hurt me. "It's okay," I said, "just try not to shove it all in, I still need to breathe."
Ken grinned and laughed. "How's it feel?" I smiled and asked.
"It's the best thing ever," Ken replied. "You'll see."
I hadn't even thought about Ken reciprocating; I was more than happy just to suck on his thick prick. But the thought of seeing Ken's face near my dick, letting it disappear between his full lips made me shiver.
I smiled again and went back down, taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. Ken moaned and I resumed a steady rhythm of sliding up and down on his cock, feeling it throb against my tongue as I did.
"Martin, I think I'm going to ...", Ken said breathlessly moments later. Without further warning I could feel his hot teen load discharge into my mouth. The taste was slightly musky and salty, but the intimacy of this moment made it seem like liquid gold, and I knew instantly I would want more. I swallowed all of Ken's spunk, keeping his cock in my mouth until I felt it begin to soften.
Pulling off his dick, I looked up at Ken's face; he had a look of both bliss and surprise on his face. I'm not entirely sure he'd expected me to take his cum, although he hadn't really given me much in the way of warning.
"Martin, fuck, I can't speak."
"Good, huh?" I smirked.
Ken looked a little sheepish, and said "Sorry about, you know, going off in your mouth like that. But ... "
"Don't worry about it. It really wasn't that bad." For some reason I didn't want to fully admit how much I had actually loved it, not just tasting my friend's cum, but the feeling of his having had ejaculated into my mouth. I could still feel the heat and fleshiness of his growing manhood in my mouth.
It was quiet between us for a few minutes and again I started to worry that maybe I had pushed things too far, that I had made things uncomfortable for Ken. I hated how my feelings could swing so quickly from pure bliss to nervous fright. In retrospect it was all teen hormones, but I didn't know that then. And I didn't need to worry, but I didn't know that then either.