Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2018 22:18:56 -0600
From: G Jones <geojonsey@gmail.com>
Subject: Ken and I - Part 37

Ken and I - Part 37

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Friday at school was dragging on forever; concentrating during any of my
classes was a big no-go. I kept thinking about going to David's that
night. I wasn't exactly nervous, but in my mind I definitely kept
anticipating what was going to happen. I kept having to slide down in my
seat during classes and hold my books in front of me in the hallways to
hide the almost perpetual boner I had. By mid-afternoon I thought I was
going to have to lock myself in a stall to jack off just to ease the
tension. I managed to resist that temptation, but I did go to pee and found
a large wet spot in my briefs, and longs strings of precum drooled off the
end of my dick as I stood at the urinal.

I knew it just my imagination, but I kept thinking that everyone was
looking at me and knew what I was going to be doing. The end of day bell
rang at long last, and I made my way to my locker to pack up my stuff. As I
was standing there, I saw Ken walking down the hall with a few of his
football buddies. I also saw David heading towards me as well. I stared
into my locker, pretending like I hadn't seen either of them.

David slowed as he passed behind me, and turned his head, "Hey, see you
later Martin."

He walked on and I turned just in time to see Ken give me a slightly
puzzled look and a grin. Clearly he'd heard David, but at least he wasn't
stopping to ask me about it. I knew at some point I'd have to face Ken, but
for now I tried very hard to put that out of my head. I took a deep breath,
closed my locker and headed for home.

I got home, threw my stuff onto the floor in my room and laid down on my
bed. I must've fallen asleep; I woke up with mom shaking me and telling me
that she and dad were heading out and that she'd put a pizza in the oven
for me. She said she'd set the timer and that I need to get up so that I
wouldn't fall asleep again. It was just after six when the timer went off;
I sat quietly as I ate my pizza and then decided to have a quick shower
before it was time to go to David's place. My erect dick was begging to be
stroked during my shower, and I decided it would be safer to just let soap
run down over it rather than using my hand to wash it.

As I dressed I began to wonder if I shouldn't have jacked off after all; at
this rate I'd probably cum in my pants from the barest of David's
attention. I giggled, thinking that David might find that hot, and I knew
that even if it did happen, I'd be able to cum again without problem. I
looked at myself in the mirror; I'd chosen my tightest pair of jeans, which
showed off my bulge and tight ass, and a nice collared shirt, rather than
just my usual choice of tee shirts. I was glad that my folks were out; I'm
sure they would've wondered why I was getting so dressed for a
sleepover. It looked more like I was going out on a date. I guess in a way
this was a date, except for the fact we weren't planning on going out
anywhere. I smiled at the idea; I'd never really thought about getting
together with a boy as a date before. Was this another sign that I was
developing feelings for David; even though I'd felt a level of emotion with
Ken, maybe even thought I might love him, I'd never really thought of it as
a date when I'd met him anywhere, at his house or elsewhere.

I looked over at my radio clock and realized it was already seven. I
hurriedly through a few things into my backpack and headed out, locking the
door behind me. I quickly debated whether to hop on my bike, but decided
I'd walk instead. It would take a few extra minutes to get there, but I
didn't want to get all sweaty in my clothes before I got there. It was just
shy of 7:30 when I got to David's. I rang the bell and he answered, smiling
at me.

"Hey Martin. I don't see your bike. Did you walk over? Come on in. I like
that shirt, it looks really good on you."

I couldn't help but smile in return; I knew it was just the way he talked,
but it sounded to me like he was talking just a bit quicker than normal. I
thought maybe he was excited to see me. Or maybe he was a little nervous as
well.

"Hi David, your mom already left for work I guess?"

"Yeah, she starts her shift at eight tonight. Did you eat before you left?
I was just cleaning up from supper, but there's still some chicken and rice
if you want it."

"I'm good thanks, I had some pizza at home."

"Cool", David said as he turned to go back into the kitchen to put the
leftover food into the fridge and finish up the last of the dishes in the
sink.

Like me, David was wearing a collared shirt, it was fitted and really
showed off his slim physique. The tight jeans he wore accentuated his
ass. There was a faint odor of cologne; I wondered if David needed to shave
already or whether he'd worn it just because. In either case, I liked it as
it seemed he'd made as much of an effort as I had.  I decided to comment on
how we'd chosen similar clothes, "Funny that we both picked the same kind
of stuff to wear tonight."

"My mom wanted to know why I was getting dressed up. I only wear shirts
like this on special occasions. She wanted to know if I had a date. She
said if I did, I ought to put on some cologne as well to make me smell
nice. Do you like it?"

"Yeah ... uhm, you smell real nice actually, I mean not that you don't
normally smell nice and all, but uhm ... well you know what I mean."

David laughed, "Yeah, I know what you mean. You smell nice too. Do you ever
wear cologne? Do you shave yet?"

"No. My dad put some on me one time when I watched him shave. But I don't
shave yet. Do you?" I said, blushing slightly that I wasn't mature enough
yet for that.

"Not often. Maybe once a week, but it's not much, just a bit around my chin
and my upper lip. Is your dad hairy?"

I'd never really thought about whether my dad was hairy or not, or what
that might mean for me, "Uhm, no, not really I guess. I mean I guess he
shaves every morning, but he doesn't look hairy to me. So today is a
special occasion?"

"What? Oh, the shirt you mean", David paused a moment before continuing,
"yeah, today's special."

Although he hadn't been specific, I had to assume that he meant tonight was
special. And he'd put on cologne after his mom had suggested it, so did he
think of tonight as a date?

My mouth was dry and I wasn't sure I'd be able to get the words out, "So
uhm ... is uh ... so is this ... I mean you put on the cologne so uh ... is
this a uhm ... date?"

David had finished washing the last dish, put it in the drying rack and
turned around to face me. It was the first time I'd ever seen him hesitate;
he was smiling nervously and I thought I detected a slight flushing of his
cheeks.

"Would it be bad if it was?" he asked, turning the question back around to
me.

I hadn't expected that; David was normally so brutally straight forward.

"I uhm ... I guess not", I stumbled through my reply, "I mean uh ... well,
we did plan to get together tonight so uhm ... that's like making a date
isn't it? I guess uhm, I never really thought of a sleepover as a date
before."

"But still you wore a special occasion shirt like I did. Not the cologne
though. But that's okay. So I guess it is a date then. You ever been on a
date before?"

I blushed, "No. Never. You?"

"Yeah, sort of. Not like this. Not with someone I like."

"You like ... wait, you went on a date with someone you didn't like?" I
asked, deferring my other question for the moment.

David laughed, "Well, no, I just meant it wasn't a date like this, it was
just I went to a wedding as a date for my cousin's friend. That was
different."

"So this is ... I mean, so ... you like me?", I looked off to the side, not
quite having the courage to look him directly in the eyes as I asked.

"Well yeah. I wouldn't have invited you over if I didn't. Don't you like
me?"

He'd said it, but I still wasn't exactly sure how he meant it. Did he like
me the way you like a friend, or did he "date" like me? I wasn't sure if I
should push the issue, not because I didn't want to know the answer, but
maybe because I was a little afraid that the answer would be yes and that
he'd want to know the same from me.

I'd come this far, so I took a deep breath and pushed forward, "Yeah, uhm
... I like you, I was just wondering if ..."

I wasn't quite sure how to ask the question. I wasn't going to use the
other "L" word, so how did I ask what I really wanted to know.

"I guess I was wondering if uhm ... you liked me in uh .. y'know .. special
way?" I asked, looking down and feeling the heat rising from my flushed
cheeks.

David had stepped directly in front of me and I looked at him as he spoke,
"Martin, look at us. We both wore our special occasion shirts. I put on
cologne. We're both ... nervous? I'd say we both like each other in a
special way, don't you think?"

I smiled and offered a faint "Yes", as David leaned his face in and kissed
me, tentative at first until he felt me respond, then our lips pressed
tightly together, our tongues finding each other, arms around each other. I
assumed that things were getting as tight in David's pants as they were in
mine.

We separated, both somewhat out of breath. David took my hand, leading me
through the bathroom to the door and stairs that went up to his bedroom. I
followed like a child, willingly and without worry. My hand in David's made
me feel safe, knowing that whatever happened next, David would never hurt
me.

At the top of the stairs I looked around. David had set up a series of
small lights, casting a moody, shadowy glow all across the room. Like last
time, everything seemed neat and tidy, maybe even a bit neater than I
remembered.  There was a faint scent in the room, not unpleasant, but not
something I immediately recognized. As we approached the shelves that had
held his books, records and stereo, I saw a shallow bowl with smoke rising
from it; this appeared to be the source of the scent and David noticed me
looking at it.

"It's incense. My aunt gave it to me. Is it okay? I can put it out if you
don't like it."

"It's fine", I said, "I've just never smelled any before."

Now that I knew what it was, it reminded me of a time I'd been in a store
with my dad. There'd been incense sticks as well as little cones, the kind
that David appeared to be burning. I'd asked my dad what they were; he'd
told me that hippies used it because they thought it covered the smell of
their pot. This had been a few years ago, and I had naively asked him what
they cooked in the pot that made it smell; my dad had laughed, but not
explained further. Of course, I knew now what it meant, and it made me
wonder if David smoked pot. I knew some of the kids at school talked about
it. I wanted to ask, but decided not to; he'd clearly gone to some trouble
to set up his room for me and I didn't want to ruin it by insulting him. I
didn't recall smelling any the last time I'd been in his room, but then
realized that I probably didn't actually know what it smelled like.

David let go of my hand and knelt down to turn on his stereo. Although he'd
told me he'd gotten some new records that I thought we were going to listen
to, he put in a tape and hit play. I'd expected he would play some disco
music, as he had last time.

David held me close as the first song began to play: "Kiss You All
Over". We moved slowly, holding each other; it was hard to even call it
dancing, but it didn't matter. What followed were a slew of songs to which
we swayed and kissed: "Come Sail Away", "More Than a Feeling", "Magnet and
Steel", "Because the Night". It didn't matter that some of the songs were
about guys singing to their girls, it didn't matter that we made no effort
to match the pace or rhythm of the music. At that time nothing else existed
or mattered outside of David's room.  I didn't think, I simply felt and let
those feelings guide me.

David pulled his face away from mine and looked at me as he began to
unbutton my shirt, one slow button at a time. I mimicked his actions,
including pulling his shirt up out of his pants to undo the last couple. He
placed his hands on my chest and moved them slowly up to my shoulders, and
then down my arms; my shirt moved with this hands and fell to the floor. I
did the same to him, noting that when my right hand was on his chest, I
could feel the pounding of his heart and the rise and fall of his
breath. He drew me back in for another kiss as both our hands dropped to
unbutton and unzip each other's jeans, pushing our hands down into opening
and running them over our throbbing hard cocks. The cotton fabric of his
briefs was wet where the head of his cock was trapped; I knew he was
feeling the same on mine.

We separated just long enough to slide our pants, briefs and socks
off. Although I'd seen David's large cock before, I still marveled at its
size. David took my hand and gently pulled me towards his bed; he laid me
down on the soft sheets and then laid himself on top of me. The tips of our
wet cocks touched first and it was though an electric current surged
through me; I gasped loudly and then felt the weight of David's body on
mine. His lips grazed my neck and cheek before locking down on mine
again. Our kissing grew in intensity as our bodies rocked against each
other, our fleshy hard teen dicks grinding between us. I moaned as his lips
left mine and began grazing their way down my young teen body, now
glistening with sweat.

His lips found the head of my swollen hard cock causing me to groan loudly;
I felt it slip into his velvety warm mouth and was instantly overcome with
wave after wave of pleasure deep in my groin. My thick boyish cream gushed
into David's mouth as my entire body tensed in an almost painful
contortion. David swallowed every drop and showed no surprise at the
quickness of my orgasm, nor was I embarrassed by it. It had felt amazing
and I knew it wouldn't be the last one I'd have tonight.

David moved his mouth back up to mine and I could taste the tangy sweet
remnants of my cum on his tongue.  My hands moved to his shoulders and I
pushed him up and to the side so that I could roll on top of him. I
imagined that he must be as close to release as I'd been and I wanted to
make sure that I tasted his teen essence.  My tongue started at the base of
his ample cock, moving slowly up the thick hard shaft to the large head
that glistened wet with precum. I let the tip of my tongue dance across the
bottom edge of his piss slit, tasting salty sweet goodness before taking
him into my mouth. I let my head bob up and down the first few inches,
making sure to use my tongue all around the head.

David moaned loudly, "Martin, fuck yessss, don't stop!"

Of course we both knew I had no intention of stopping. I worked his cock
with my mouth for maybe a minute or two when I heard him gasp repeatedly as
volley after volley of his hot load spurted into my mouth, which I was only
to eager to taste and swallow. As had been the case last time, there seemed
to be no end to his warm boy juices and it began to spill around the edges
of my lips. I continued to suck and lap it up until David gently pushed me
up, saying that his dick head had become too sensitive to continue.

His hand wiped cum off my mouth and chin, and he was about wipe it off in
his bed sheets when I took his hand and licked it clean. David smiled at me
and pulled me back up on top of him. We kissed before I laid my head on his
shoulder, my body resting on his, both of them hot and slick with our teen
sweat. Neither of us spoke for the moment; words seemed
unnecessary. Although our dicks had softened slightly, they were still
plump with lust.  We laid like that, letting our breathing settle as we
recovered. David let his hands slide across my back, his fingers tracing
the contours of my shoulder blades and down along my spine. It gave me
goose bumps and I shivered.

David noticed, "Are you cold?"

"No, it was just ... your fingers made me feel tingly."

"And now?" David asked, as the fingers of his right hand slid between my
ass cheeks and rubbed lightly over my hole.

I moaned; my nerves were in overdrive and it was like I could feel every
ridge on the tips ripple across my smooth pink boy pucker. David brought
his fingers to my face; I could smell and taste my sweaty musk on them as
he played them across my lips, finally pushing one into my mouth. I sucked
and wet it before he withdrew it and let it move back down. I gasped and
shook as he slowly inserted it into my ass; my cock swelling back into a
fully throbbing erection.

"Hmm, I guess you like that", David teased as he continued to gently invade
me. I don't know if David assumed I was a virgin in that way; I hadn't told
him about anything I'd already done with anyone, including Ken and Jamie
fucking me. It didn't matter. Given David's size, I thought I might as well
have a virginal boy hole.

I moaned again and lifted my tight young ass to push back against his
finger, showing him I was eager. David moved, causing me to slide off his
body. Rolling me onto my stomach, he knelt between my legs, causing them
spread and giving him full access to my teen ass. He bent forward, bring
his hand to my face again, pushing his finger into my mouth again, making
me taste my own musky boy hole. I sucked and licked his finger, leaving it
dripping wet. He brought it back to my ass, letting it slide down my crack
before pushing it back into me. I moaned, loud, knowing that we were alone
in the house. I wanted to push back up with my ass but David had his other
hand on the small of my back, holding me down.

I squirmed, but David held firm, "Mm Davidddd, let me ..."

"Shh, no Martin, let me."

I felt empty when he pulled out his finger and was about to protest when I
felt something else. Warm. Wet. I gasped and moaned as he flicked the tip
of his tongue across my hole. I wanted to thrash about on the bed, but
David now had both his hands on my ass cheeks, holding me down and keeping
them spread apart so he had better access to my pink rosebud. This was
something entirely new that I hadn't even imagined, and it felt out of this
world.

"Ohhh my fucking godddd David, fuckkkk that's ... ohhhhh", I groaned
loudly.

David continued his oral assault on my ass, licking and munching my hole,
at times trying to force his tongue inside of me; I was in ecstasy. I'm not
sure how long he kept it up; I lost all track of time, only becoming aware
when he stopped. As when he had stopped fingering me, I wanted to protest,
but then felt him move and push his engorged wet cock head against my hole.

"Ohhhh god David, yesssss", I moaned.

"Mm Martin, let me make you feel good", he whispered hoarsely as he gently
pushed down against me.

I moaned as his thick tool pressed insistently on my hole before I pushed
back and felt the head slip in. I was glad for my previous experiences,
both with Ken and with the carrots, but it still felt slightly
uncomfortable.

"Okay Martin?" David asked, holding himself where he was, "I don't want to
hurt you."

"Mm I'm fine David ... you're not hurting me, please fill me."

David gently pressed himself further into me and moaned, "Martinn, mm, this
feels soooo good."

The slight uncomfort I'd felt gave way to increasing pleasure as David
pulled back slightly before pushing forward again. We both moaned as he
slowly fucked me, pushing himself a little further into me each time. We
both sweating heavily now. Finally I felt his body pressed entirely against
my ass and I knew he was all the way inside of me. God, there were eight
inches of hard teen cock in my ass. My head was spinning and all I could do
was push my ass up against him every time he fucked himself into me.

I loved feeling him fully in me and the weight of his body on me, he wasn't
just fucking me, I imagined this is what it felt like when I heard adults
say they were "making love". Our bodies were moving as one and I was glad
that we'd both already had one orgasm, otherwise this would've been over
sooner than either would like.

Suddenly I felt David let his cock slip out of me, "David ... mm, what
...?"

"I want to see your face Martin, I want to see what you're feeling", David
said as he rolled me onto my back.  I smiled; I wanted to see David's
expression while he was inside of me as well. He got back between my legs
and lifted my ass to position his cock back against me. We both moaned as
he pushed himself back into me. I could see the pleasure on David's face as
his cock buried itself deep inside of me, and he smiled as my face told him
I was enjoying him immensely.

We resumed our rhythm, David pushing himself into me and me pushing myself
against him. I saw his expression begin to change as he began thrusting
harder and faster; I moaned loudly, the sensations inside of me becoming
almost overwhelming. My cock was harder than it had ever been and I saw
copious amounts of precum leaking out onto my belly.

"Oh fuck Martin ... oh ... oh fuck ... I'm ...", David practically screamed
as he thrust into me in short quick bursts, his face contorting into a mix
of pleasure and agony.

I knew with every halting thrust he was cumming; I could feel his cock
quiver and flex with every contraction that was spurting more of his hot
teen seed into me. After what must've been eight or nine bursts, he let out
a deep breath and collapsed on top of me.

"Fuck Martin ... that was ...", David started, apparently at a rare loss
for words.

"Mm yesss David, it was ...", I smiled, "it sure was."

"Oh god, I'm an ass", he suddenly said, "you haven't cum."

"It's fine David, I'll ...", I started reaching for myself, but David cut
me off.

Now that he'd said it, I realized just how hard my cock still was, and
there was an aching need for me to release my own seed. David reached down
for my cock, his fingers quickly becoming slick with my precum. He used two
of his fingers to barely rub just under the head, the very sensitive part
where my foreskin attached to the shaft. I immediately arched my back and
thrust up, my eyes closed as a surge of pleasure coursed through my body; I
had been so on edge from his fucking me that I started squirting thick
ropes of my teen jizz. My cock twitched wildly with every spurt, causing my
cum to spray on him, on me and all over his bed. I was gasping, fighting
for breath, feeling like I might actually pass out from the stimulatory
overload.

I crashed down on his mattress as air finally filled my lungs again. My
heart was pounding and I was sweating profusely. I opened my eyes to see
David looking at me with the most amazing smile; it was like his whole face
was smiling. A smile spread on my own face; he leaned down to kiss me
before he gently laid down, partly on his bed and partly on me. We were a
mess, but we didn't care, we didn't even make a move to clean up.

Exhausted, we simply lay there, enjoying the feeling of each other's hot
bodies. I couldn't even begin to describe what I was feeling. And right in
that moment, it didn't matter. I just laid there, enjoying it.