Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2018 12:31:47 -0600 From: G Jones Subject: Ken and I - Part 36 Ken and I - Part 36 The rest of the week started establishing some type of routine at school. Lunch with David, Tom and Jack seemed to be turning into a regular thing, with one or two other boys occasionally joining at the table. The more time I spent with David, the less odd he became. Or maybe it was more accurate to say that I slowly stopped seeing him as odd. Thursday morning I walked to school with Ken. He explained that several a days he was going to be going to school early to put in extra training for football. He laughed when I joked that I thought maybe he was avoiding me. In truth, it was only a half joke, as we hadn't really talked since the prior weekend. "Sooo ... what's up with you and David?" he asked. "Ah, David? What do you mean?" I replied, not wanting to commit to an answer until I knew what he was driving at. "Yeah, you've been having lunch with him all week. Well, him and a few other guys, who are they?" I told him what I knew about Tom and Jack, and the other boys that had sat with us, not that it really amounted to a whole lot at this point. I'd avoided replying directly to his question about David. "I think Jack might be in some of Jamie's classes", he said, then continued, "so what about David?" "What about him?" "You seem to be getting pretty friendly with him. Trying to get another look at his huge dick?" he grinned and laughed. "Yeah right", I laughed, playing along. "So are you?" "I uh ...", I stuttered, not sure what to say. "Look Martin, I don't care if you are", he said, "it's not like we're ... well, whatever, it's fine if you are is all." Had Ken been about to say that we're not boyfriends? Which of course, we weren't. It was just a word neither of us had ever used, and of course we'd never said we were exclusive in terms of messing around. In fact, Ken knew I'd messed around with Daryl. And of course, there was Jamie too. I was trying to assess if Ken was truly saying he didn't care or if he was just saying that to cover up the fact that maybe he did care. "Well I haven't been in a bathroom with him this week so I haven't seen him take another piss", I joked, trying to play it safe, "but I'll let you know if I do ... I know how much you like to hear about big cocks!" "Just yours", Ken laughed. I'm not sure why I wasn't being honest with Ken about David. Maybe it was because then I'd have to be honest with myself as well. Besides, if Ken really didn't care, then it wouldn't matter whether I told him or not. At school we separated into our respective social groups. Nothing special happened during the day, other than I had resolved to remain vigilant about watching for other boys having random erections during class. I knew it didn't happen to just me, so I figured it'd be nice to see it on someone else. If nothing else, it would make for a new mental visual while I masturbated. I didn't see Ken or Jamie at the end of the day, so I walked home on my own. I was almost at my house when I heard a shout from across the street. I turned to look and saw Ken smiling and waving me over. "What's up?" I asked. Ken's smile faded, "You wanna know what's up, you fucker?" I started to panic and froze; what was this? Ken grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me towards the garage. "Get the fuck in there you prick", Ken hissed and pushed me inside. Ken was scaring me; I was beginning to breathe fast, but still couldn't speak. What the hell was going on, what had I done, what had he found out? I turned to face Ken as he came in and shut the door. "Ken ... what's going ...", I started, trying to find my words. "What's going on?" Ken hissed, "You're a fucking cock slut, that's what's going on!" "I ..." "Stop talking", Ken commanded, as he put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down to my knees. He gruffly pulled my face into his crotch; he was wearing gym shorts, likely the ones he'd been earing during his morning training, as I could smell his sweat and musk. Despite my fear, I was becoming aroused. I could also feel Ken hardening in his shorts. "You fucking like this ... you want cock so bad, here it is", Ken rubbed my face against his shorts, "take it out and get your fucking mouth on it." With trembling hands I pulled his shorts down; I opened my mouth and took the head of his rock hard cock between my lips. Ken's hand was in my hair and he pulled me forward, forcing his cock deep into my mouth. I knew what he'd said about me being a cock slut was true; despite the situation my tongue and mouth began to work his cock. I still didn't understand what was going on, but I realized I couldn't fight this. Ken was much stronger than I was, and the hormones coursing through my teen body made me want it. "Yeah, that's it, fucking suck my cock you horny little prick, you just can't get enough cock can you." After a few minutes Ken told me to stop; he pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to stand up and turn around. I did as Ken told me; he stepped in behind me, grabbed the waistband of my shorts and underwear, and pulled them down, letting them fall to the garage floor. "Bend over", Ken said huskily, "I know your fucking mouth isn't the only place you love to feel a hard cock, right?" I didn't know what else to do, so I complied and bent forward over a set of stacked boxes in front of me. I felt Ken's hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and spitting heavily on my hole several times; he used two of his fingers to open me up and push into me. I couldn't help myself; I moaned loudly as his fingers penetrated me. "Fuck, I was right, you don't care how you get it, you just fucking want it, right? You'll just bend over and open up for a hard cock, right?" I couldn't imagine how he would've found out that I was going to David's; that, even though David and I hadn't said it, I was going to let David's long hard cock into my ass. I felt Ken line up his cock, rubbing it in my crack and over my hole several times before pushing forward. Again, I groaned loudly as the head slipped in after several attempts. As Ken began to move his hips, he pushed himself further into my ass with each thrust. I moaned; my cock was rock hard, bobbing between my legs with every heartbeat, precum oozing from the head in long sticky strings that fell to the concrete floor. I was about to lose sense of everything around me, feeling only the intense pleasure of having Ken's cock buried in my ass, when I heard a sound to my left. I turned my head to look; partially hidden behind a stacked set of tires was Jamie! He was grinning from ear to ear, and I could see his hand buried inside his sweatpants, obviously rubbing his young teen meat. It began to dawn on me that the two of them had set up this whole thing; that Ken knew nothing of David, that all of this was ... well, I wasn't quite sure what to call it; role-playing wasn't really a term I knew of at the time. "You ... mother ... fucking ... fuckers", I managed to get out between thrusts and moans. Ken attempted to keep up the charade, "Shut the fuck up, just fucking take it ...", but he couldn't carry it through all the way, especially when Jamie stepped out from behind the tires, grinning and laughing. "I can't ... fucking believe ... you guys!" Ken started laughing as well, "Don't pretend you're not liking it, we could tell last time that you did." I couldn't deny that; if I was being honest, even the part where I'd been genuinely scared of what was happening had a current of sexual thrill to it. Before I could respond to Ken, Jamie was standing next to me, his sweatpants and briefs pulled down. His barely teen cock was hard and pointing at me; without being told what to do I turned my head so that I could take it in my mouth while Ken continued to thrust his fleshy teen meat into me. Jamie's cock tasted of salty boyish sweat and dried pee; I used my tongue to on the shaft and head, savoring every bit of it. Being used like this by these brothers was ecstasy to me. My own stiff prick continued to swing between my legs as I was being taken, precum flowing and being flung from the engorged head, some of it splattering up against my stomach and some flying to the floor below. Ken began thrusting harder into me, signaling that he was getting close to his orgasm. "Oh fuck Martin", he groaned, "fuck ... this feels so good, you're so tight." Jamie moaned as well, using his hand in my hair to guide my head back and forth along his cock, not that I needed any guidance or encouragement. Ken's breathing tightened and his pounding started coming in shorter bursts. "Oh ... ohhh ... fuck Martin, yeah ... gonna cum ... gonna cum!", he moaned as his cock erupted stream after stream of his hot creamy jizz into my ass. As he continued to plow into me, he reached around my waist and gripped my cock in his hand. My dick was slick with wetness, and the palm of his hand rubbed against that most sensitive spot underneath the head. I instantly felt my balls tighten, and ribbons of thick white cum shot from the head and splattered loudly all over the concrete floor of the garage. A groan rose from deep within me. "Ah ... ahh ... oh fuckkk, oh fuck!" I muttered with Jamie's cock still in my mouth. The combination of my tongue, the vibration of my voice and Jamie's natural young eagerness to orgasm took him over the edge. I felt and tasted his warm, sweet young jizz gushing into my mouth; between his orgasmic bucking and my own moaning climax, much of it spilled out and ran down my chin, dripping down into the cummy mess my own cock was making on the floor. I felt empty, yet deeply satisfied, as Ken withdrew himself from my ass and Jamie from my mouth. We were all out of breath, especially Ken and I; we were dripping with sweat from the pleasurable exertion and lack of air circulating in the enclosed garage space. Our scent and the heady smell of sex filled my nostrils as I tried to catch my breath. "Holy fuck you guys", I finally managed to say, "you guys are fucking assholes ... but fuck that was hot!" "I told you we knew you'd like it", Ken said, "me and Jamie had been talking the other night, he said that the three of us hadn't had any fun together in a while." "Fuck, I seriously thought at first you were mad at me for something! I thought ...", I stopped before saying what I'd really been thinking, "... well I didn't know what to think really." "We got you really good", Jamie added. "Yeah, you sure did ... just remember that what goes around comes around, you won't know where or when, but I'll get even!" We laughed as we dressed and all breathed a sigh of relief when we stepped out into the fresh air. Even though it was still a warm September afternoon, the slight breeze on our sweaty skin felt wonderful. "I guess I better get home before mom thinks I got lost on the way home." Before I left, Ken told me that he'd be gone early again in the morning, but Jamie said that if I wanted to walk with him I could. I laughed and thanked him for the honor, and turned to walk home across the street. Mom was in the kitchen making supper when I walked in the back door. "Well hi there, I was beginning to wonder if you were coming home after school or not." "Yeah, I guess I was a little slow", I said as I walked through the kitchen towards my room. I almost froze when I heard mom, "Did you sit in something wet Martin?" "Wh ... what?" I mumbled, suddenly realizing that Ken's cum must have been oozing into my underwear and soaking into the back of my shorts. "There's a big wet patch on the back of your shorts", she said as she started walking over to me as if to inspect it more closely. I quickly turned, "Oh ... uhm, yeah I guess, I stopped at Ken's and we were just uhm ... fooling around in his backyard, I guess uhm ... there must've been water in the grass or something, I'll uh, go get changed." Mom stopped coming towards me, "Honestly Martin, sometimes it's like the two of you are still little kids or something." "Yes mom", I said as I tried to back out of the kitchen so that I wouldn't expose the embarrassing wet stain on my shorts again. I got to my room and closed the door, my heart starting to beat again after the close call. I slipped off my shorts and underwear; there was a considerably large wet patch where it looked like most of Ken's cum had run into my underwear, but there was enough that it had soaked through to my shorts. Thank god I had gone straight home and not somewhere else! I realized I needed to be more careful; between this and the cucumber from my nightstand, it would only be a matter of time before mom would feel compelled to say something more. That was a conversation I really didn't want to have. I threw my shorts and briefs into my dirty clothes pile, and decided to peel of my sweaty tee shirt as well. I knew that maybe it was exaggerated in my mind, but it seemed like I could smell nothing but Ken and Jamie's sweaty musk mixed with my own. I looked in the mirror and could see there was still bits of cum oozing from the tip of my foreskin. I thought perhaps it would be best if I took a quick shower before dinner. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist and quickly went to the bathroom, shouting to my mom that I was going to have a quick wash before dinner. I didn't wait for a reply, closing the door behind me, dropping my towel and stepping into the shower. I let lukewarm water run over my body, enjoying the cooling effect it was having. It occurred to me that I should have sat on the toilet first, so I decided to squat on the shower floor to let whatever was left of Ken's jizz drip out of me. I didn't need a repeat having another wet spot in my shorts; there'd be no excuse for it after I'd been home. For some reason I felt better; about Ken, about David and everything. Maybe it was okay not to share everything with Ken, and even if I did, maybe he really wouldn't mind about David. It didn't mean we still couldn't have our fun, and now that we were back in school it seemed that Ken wanted to keep things casual, just as it had been before the summer. Maybe my plan to try not worrying so much about everything was starting to work. I even felt less nervous about staying over at David's tomorrow night.