Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2017 15:58:28 -0500
From: G Jones <geojonsey@gmail.com>
Subject: Ken and I - Part 25

Ken and I - Part 25

"You're back already?" my mom had asked, "Ken wasn't home?"

"Yeah, he was home. We're going to hang out later. I'm gonna sleepover at
his place."

"Oh Martin, you just got home.  I thought maybe you'd spend at least one
day at home with us", my mother said as predicted.

"Mooom, come on, it's not like I've been gone for a year or anything", I
whined.

"Well. I guess ... are you sure Ken's parents aren't tired of having an
extra son?" she teased.

I smiled, "Nope, they're happy to have a good son for a change."

"Mhmm. I'm sure."

I laughed and headed to my room, flopping myself onto my bed. My mind was
racing at exactly what Ken wanted to talk about. I wasn't worried though;
Ken had sounded genuinely happy so I assumed it had to be good. I began to
wonder if Ken wanted to take things to the next level. Not that I was
really sure what that might mean. Did he want us to be boyfriends? Neither
one of us was out, so that would be weird. And Ken had never actually said
that he was gay, although for that matter neither had I; nor was I entirely
sure I was. Or maybe I just wasn't ready to admit that to myself, let alone
others. There were definitely some bullies at school that delighted in
making life difficult for some of the guys, whether they were actually gay
or not. Any guy that showed even a hint of what they perceived as being
feminine was a potential target. The concept of a Gay Straight Alliance or
anything resembling that wasn't around at the time, or if it was, it
certainly wasn't something at the schools I attended.

The more I thought, the more my mood changed from happy to worried. I knew
I was driving myself nuts. To get my mind off it, I grabbed a book from my
nightstand and started reading. I had recently discovered Tolkien, and was
deep into the first book of the trilogy. I quickly lost myself in the story
and spent a good part of the day sharing in their adventure, only taking a
break when it was time for lunch.

I napped for a couple of hours before dinner; more and more I was finding
that there didn't seem to be enough hours in the day for sleep. My mother
used to think I was wasting away my summer days, but my father would take
my side and remind her that it was perfectly normal for a boy my age to
spend so much time sleeping.  I appeased them during dinner by talking more
about my trip to see Daryl without being prompted or responding to
questions with one word answers. After dinner I packed a few things into my
backpack and headed across the street to Ken's. I guessed my mother had
been pleased with me at dinner, as she didn't even mention needing to be
polite or on my best behavior while there.

I arrived at Ken's just as they were finishing their own dinner, having
gotten there just in time to join in having a slice of apple pie and ice
cream. At fourteen I had a bottomless pit for a stomach, not unlike Ken or
Jamie, a fact that their mother commented on, saying that she should've
baked a pie for each of us.

I had noticed that Jamie seemed to be in just as good a mood as Ken; he
seemed pleased to see me and the two of them carried on a friendly banter
during and after dinner. We hung out watching TV and chatting, each of us
telling a bit about our summer holiday trip. I was still leaving out the
naughty parts; if I was going to talk about that, it would be with Ken
first. It grew late, and Jamie made no fuss when his mom told him it was
time to go to bed. He said good night to both us, and I could swear I saw a
brief grin pass between the brothers.

Ken and I got ourselves ready for bed; we brushed our teeth, had a pee and
went to his room, where we stripped down to our briefs before sliding into
his bed. The only light in the room was his small bedside lamp; we hadn't
said much while getting ready, and now I felt like the silence hung over us
like a weight. Ken had wanted to talk, but he wasn't saying anything yet;
it was making me nervous even though there'd been no signs that the talk
would be anything but good.

Finally I just couldn't wait any longer, "Sooooo? What did you wanna talk
about?"

Ken took a deep breath, "Well ... a bunch of stuff I guess."

I waited.

"Well okay, a lot of it has to do with Jamie."

I began to wonder if I'd misread the signs I'd thought I'd gotten earlier,
maybe I'd seen what I had hoped to see.

Ken's eyes were focused on a spot on the ceiling as he began, "Well ... I
was pretty upset about you and Jamie, that was ... I guess, it was more
that ... I don't know, I guess what I'm trying to say is that ... maybe I
was jealous."

Ken was still looking up at the ceiling when I looked over at him, "You
were ... jealous?"

"Yeah", Ken whispered before continuing, "It was weird, y'know? I know you
were just ... horsing around with him, but ... this is going to sound dumb,
but ... I was jealous of Jamie having fun with you because ... I like
having fun with you. But that wasn't all of it ..."

"What do you mean?"

"This probably sounds even more dumb ... I was ... I was jealous of you."

"Me?"

"Yeah ... it was like, I don't know ... like you were having fun with my
brother and like, he's my brother ... and I've kind of been ignoring him
and maybe that ... maybe like I should be having fun with him. I know he
wants to and ... well I guess it's made me realize that I've sort of cut
him out of everything since ... well you know, since that time he ... when
I let him masturbate me and then ... then we started hanging out and
stuff."

I breathed out, feeling like I'd been holding my breath, "Wow Ken ... I'm
... I'm sorry that ... I never meant to make you feel bad or like ... get
between you and Jamie."

"No", Ken said, sounding very forceful in comparison to how he had been
sounding, "you didn't make me feel bad and you didn't do anything to me and
Jamie. That was me. I just ... I guess I just didn't know how to deal with
it. I kept thinking that I'd made him do something. That I'd ... well I'm
his older brother, I'm supposed to look out for him and protect him. I just
never thought that, y'know ..."

"Ken", I started, putting my hand on his, "you know you didn't force Jamie
to do anything. He ... well you know, he loves you and ... and I think I
... anyway, I think he'd just really been missing hanging out with you."

I was sweating and I thought that Ken would be able to hear my heart
pounding. I think I'd been about to tell him that I loved him too. But at
the last second, I chickened out; of course in my mind I rationalized that
tonight was about letting Ken talk, to let him tell me all the things he'd
been thinking about -- it wasn't about me and how I might've been feeling.

"I know. I know that now."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah", Ken carried on, "me and him ... I had a really long talk with him
during our trip. It was the third night that we were camping. We'd been
hanging out, like biking and swimming and stuff, but ... I don't know, I
guess he could still tell something was off, like ... I was there with him,
but sort of not? Y'know?"

"Yeah", I said, feeling bad for Ken. I knew he'd been having a hard time
dealing with it, him and Jamie, but I guess I hadn't realized just how much
it had been on his mind. When I'd been with Ken, I'd mostly been thinking
about what were doing, how good it made me feel. All of a sudden, it made
me feel selfish. At fourteen, it was hard to think beyond myself at times.

"We were in our tent, laying on our sleeping bags. It was Jamie ...", Ken's
voice broke, and I squeezed his hand, "I didn't even have the guts to bring
it up. Jamie asked me if I didn't like him anymore. I ... fuck Martin, the
whole time I'd only ever been thinking about myself. I'd been so ..."

"Selfish?" I filled in, amazed that his feelings were mimicking mine of a
moment ago.

"Yeah", Ken breathed, "... selfish. I ... I wanted to cry Martin. I never
wanted Jamie to feel like that. I told him that of course I still liked
him, that I'd never stopped liking him. He said that it hadn't felt like it
for a while, not since ... I told him that I'd felt like I'd let him down,
that I'd made him. He said that I hadn't, that he'd been happy to make me
feel so good, he thought that maybe he'd done something wrong. Martin, I
never felt so bad in my entire life."

I felt like my heart was breaking for Ken, and all I could do was keep
squeezing his hand; he squeezed back in acknowledgement.

"I told him how sorry I was for having made him feel that way, that I
... he was my brother, and that I loved him.  Martin, he didn't say
anything, he just ... he just rolled over and hugged me tight, he hugged me
so tight and I hugged him too. I didn't think we were ever gonna let go,
y'know?"

I finally found my voice again, "Ken, god I'm so glad for you guys, that
... that everything is back to normal."

"Yeah, well ...", Ken replied.

"What? It's ... not? I thought you said ..."

"There's more. And I want you know about all of it. It's important."

I wondered at what else Ken had to tell me. I knew there were things that I
had to tell Ken. I felt like I needed to tell him about Daryl. Not because
I was feeling like I'd somehow cheated on him; it was somehow an important
part of being able to tell him how I felt about him.

Ken continued, "We hugged for a long time, I hadn't even noticed that at
some point Jamie had rolled on top of me, we were just ... y'know, just in
our underwear, it was hot in the tent and we weren't wearing anything
else."

I immediately felt my teen prick thicken inside my briefs.

"I could ... I felt that he had a boner and it was pushing against
me. Martin, I ... I felt him pushing and rubbing himself against me and I
... my dick ... I was responding. I began to move against him, y'know? The
way he was moving against me. It was feeling good ... to be honest? I
hadn't ... for three days I hadn't beat off. We were both sweating and I
could feel his damp, slippery skin sliding against mine. We never said a
word. I ... I reached down so that I could slide down our briefs so that
... o god Martin, when our dicks touched, it was like ... like an electric
shock."

My cock was fully hard and pulsing with each beat of my heart; I knew
precum was leaking from the head and soaking into the white cotton of my
briefs. I looked over and could see that Ken was in a similar state. Still
neither of us stopped holding hands or reaching down to release our
throbbing peckers from their confinement.

"We were rubbing against each other, Martin the feeling was so intense, I
... I reached down and put my hands on his butt and pulled him harder
against me, I could feel him respond by pushing himself even harder down
against me. I left one hand on his ass, my fingers were ... they were
pushed between his cheeks as I kept holding him there while my other arm
wrapped around his sweaty back. We were grinding each other so hard
Martin. I thought for sure mom and dad would be able to hear us, to hear
how hard we were breathing, but of course I wasn't thinking about them at
all ... I was just so focused on ... like focused on Jamie and on how this
was making me feel. Martin, god, when I felt Jamie's whole body tense up
and go stiff ... and then he was gushing cum between us, on our stomachs
and all over both of our dicks ... I started cumming too, I came so hard,
three days of my jizz squirting between us, us still rubbing and grinding
against each other, oh Martin it was ..."

I couldn't take any more; I tore at my underwear to push it down, and then
rolled over to claw at Ken's. They were just barely down far enough for our
cocks to bounce free before they were once again trapped, but this time
between our own sweaty bodies. I pushed myself against Ken and leaned down
to mash my tongue against his. We kissed furiously as our bodies heaved and
bucked against each other. Within moments we were groaning into each
other's mouths as we released volley after volley of our creamy teen spunk
erupted between us.

"Oh fuck Ken ... I", I groaned as our mouths parted, "... I love ..."