Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2017 19:44:16 -0500
From: G Jones <geojonsey@gmail.com>
Subject: Ken and I - Part 15

Ken and I - Part 15

The next couple of days seemed to drag endlessly towards Saturday
morning. My plans for Ken kept morphing between several scenarios that
would trick him into letting Jamie in on our fun.

One idea involved Ken being blindfolded and tricking him into thinking that
I was the one tugging and sucking on his cock when it would really be
Jamie; at the moment he was ready to climax I would remove the blindfold
and he'd be too far into it to let the shock of seeing his younger brother
stop the inevitable. Another idea was to somehow orchestrate the two of
them riding out to the boxcar where they would catch me naked and
masturbating; they'd get so horny seeing me that it would inevitably lead
to the three of us fooling around. A third idea was to have Jamie catch the
two of us in the act and then the two of us would have to do whatever he
wanted to buy his silence.

Of course each of the ideas was fraught with pitfalls: if Ken was too
shocked by the blindfold scenario he'd be so pissed at both Jamie and I
that I'd lose his friendship and ruin their brotherly relationship; in the
second scenario I had no idea how I could get them to go on a bike ride
together without me, and it seemed unlikely that the two of them would just
magically be so turned on that they'd just join me. And the third scenario
cast Jamie as a real douche for blackmailing us into doing stuff with him.

As smart I though I was, at 14 years of age my mind was not always capable
of forming clear plans that were rooted in reality, especially when it
concerned sex of any sort. Those fucking teen hormones always seemed to
mess things up and in the end I couldn't come up with a reasonable plan
that wasn't based on pure luck. I'd also pretty much gotten over the
near-humiliation of ejaculating in my pants during math class; the desire
for revenge had waned and without it, I felt a measure of guilt with each
of my ideas. I would be risking everything.  Don't get me wrong: the lust
fueled part of my brain that seemed to control most of my waking day and
sleeping night was still scheming how to put the three of us together in a
situation of sexual fun , but without having to risk everything. Each night
that I masturbated in bed, I'd play through one of the scenarios. Naturally
while jerking myself to orgasmic bliss, each idea would play out
successfully; as I covered my own stomach and chest in splash after splash
of teen spunk, I would imagine Ken, Jamie and I ending up covered in each
others hot teen cream.

I didn't sleep well Friday night; I was anticipating Saturday morning with
Ken, and I wasn't really any closer to a definitive plan. I finally fell
asleep well past midnight and was up early, at least what passed for early
as a 14 year old boy. At 8:30 I was washed, dressed and sitting at the
kitchen table eating cereal when my mom came in to make coffee. She hadn't
expected me to be up and was surprised to see me there.

"Wow Martin, you're up! Is it noon already? Did I oversleep?", she smiled
at me.

"Funny mom", I replied, "I was awake, so I figured I'd just get up."

"Is everything alright honey? You've been awfully quiet the last few
days. Did you and Ken have a fight?"

"What? No. Geez, why would you think that?", I asked a little more angrily
than I had intended. I was feeling a bit guilty at all the schemes I'd been
thinking about to trick Ken, and my mom's question seemed to cause that
guilt to bubble over into anger, although it was really directed at myself
more so than her.

"You guys have just spent so much time together lately, but you haven't
mentioned him at all. I guess I was pretty much expecting that either you
would've slept there last night or he would've slept here. I was just
worried, so please don't take that tone with me."

"Sorry mom", I replied, "I guess we've both just been busy with school
stuff and whatever. I'm meeting Ken later this morning anyway so it's all
good."

"Well that's good Martin, I think it's nice that the two of you have become
such good friends. I know you were upset when Daryl moved, he was your best
friend and I'm sure you must've been missing him."

Normally I would've found mom's observation embarrassing; I guess most boys
my age find dealing with emotions to be difficult and messy, especially
when they involve another boy. I had tried to keep my feelings of sadness
about Daryl to myself, but I guess I hadn't been too successful in hiding
it. And of course mom knew me too well not to have noticed.

To my surprise, I found myself answering her, "Yeah, I guess I did. I mean,
I guess I still sort of do. I hate that he had to move away so far." To my
further surprise I found that it felt good to admit it out loud.

"When did you talk to him last?" mom asked.

"A few weeks ago", I answered, adding somewhat quietly, "it's ... it's kind
of hard when I talk to him on the phone."

"It makes you miss him all over again, doesn't it?"

Mom was right. Every time we talked on the phone it felt like we were
saying good-bye all over again. Daryl had been my very best friend for such
a long time. We'd done everything together, all the time. We had gone to
school together, practically lived at each other's houses, even went on
family trips together. I could feel myself becoming emotional at thinking
about it, and I was afraid that I'd start to cry in front of mom. There was
only so much emotion I could reveal to my mother, and crying was definitely
out. If I cried now she' d know everything.

"You guys had talked about getting together during summer holidays after
school was out, is that still something you want to do?"

"Yeah, I guess. It's just, well ... it'll be expensive for a flight and all
that. I mean, I guess I could take a bus, but I don't even know how long
that would take."

"I'm pretty sure that would take a couple of days, and there's no way you
father or I would send you on a bus trip like that by yourself!" She could
tell I was about to roll my eyes, as in I'm not a little kid, so she
quickly added, "and don't roll your eyes at me, that has nothing to do with
us not trusting you. Besides ... well, we were going to surprise you with
this a little closer to the end of the school year, but ... we've already
set aside money for a flight this summer."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I started smiling when mom added,
"And we've spoken with Daryl's parents. They'd be happy to have you out
there this summer for a few weeks. It sounds like Daryl's been missing you
as well. He hasn't made a lot of new friends and spends most of his time in
his room or moping around the house."

"Wow, really? I can't believe this. Oh man, thanks." I got up and went
around the table to hug her. It took her by surprise as I had become stingy
with my hugs over the last year.

"I didn't know Daryl was having trouble out there. He never said anything
about that on the phone, he just made everything sound really good."

"Well, he's probably too embarrassed to admit it to you. I don't know about
you teenage boys. You make everything so difficult. Why can't you just tell
each other how you feel? You like each other and miss each other, that's
perfectly normal. Really, how hard is that?" Mom clucked and made a face,
turning to finish making her coffee.

I was glad she had turned away. I could feel my face burning red, knowing
that she was right. I had tried to suppress how much I truly missed
Daryl. If I'd been mature enough, I would've admitted that I loved Daryl
and that the world I had known had been turned on its head when he
moved. This flood of emotions thinking about Daryl was also making me feel
guilty that I was somehow replacing him with Ken. I quickly turned from the
table before mom could see the tears forming in my eyes. I suddenly needed
air. And to think.

"I'm going out, back later." I croaked out and pretty much bolted for the
door before mom had a chance to intervene and somehow make things worse.

It was still a couple of hours before I was supposed to meet Ken by the
boxcar, but I jumped on my bike and headed out that way anyway. The boxcar
was also a good spot to be on my own to think. I realized as I was peddling
that tears had been running down my face; the wind rushing past my face
made them feel cool on my cheeks. Reaching the trails to the boxcar, I
stashed my bike in the bushes and wiped my eyes and cheeks with the back of
my hands.

It was starting to get warm as I walked the trails; the sun was out and
there was barely a cloud in the sky. I reached the boxcar; as usual it was
deserted, but then again I would've been surprised to see anyone there at
that time of the morning. I assumed the teens or whomever used it when we
weren't around did so at night. I hoisted myself up and sat on the edge
with my back against the sliding door.

As I sat there, my emotions, memories, and guilty fantasies swirled inside
my head; it felt like my head was going to explode. I hadn't realized that
time had passed, but the next thing I became aware of was that I'd been
sitting there with my head on my knees, my arms wrapped around my legs. I
also became aware that I'd been crying again. Looking up I saw Ken swing
himself up onto the edge of the open doorway.

"Hey Martin", he started, grinning broadly, "how's it ...".


The smile faded as he looked at me, "Oh my god, what's wrong? Are you
okay?"  I could hear the genuine concern in his voice. I probably looked
like hell; I could feel the dried tears on my cheeks and I was sure my eyes
must've been redder than a bag full of cinnamon hearts.

"Martin, come on, talk to me", Ken pleaded, "shit, did someone die or
something?"

"I'm okay ... it's just ...", I weakly replied, unable to get anything else
out. I leaned forward onto my knees and wrapped my arms around Ken, burying
my head against his shoulder and neck.

"You're scaring me Martin", Ken said as I felt his arms go around me,
holding me as I began to sob.

I'm not sure how long we held each other like that, neither of us
speaking. I had stopped crying and became aware of how good it felt to be
this close to Ken. He felt solid and real, like something I could hang
onto. His scent filled my nostrils; a mix of soap and shampoo from his
morning shower, and a light odor of sweat from the growing heat of the day
and our tight embrace. My pubescent teen brain seemed to shift gears, my
emotional energy suddenly shifting from sadness to desire. At that moment I
needed nothing else to exist outside of this moment with Ken.

Lifting my head from his shoulder I looked into his eyes, took my hands and
held his head as I began to kiss him, grinding my lips against his, my
tongue slipping into his mouth, desperately seeking his tongue in
return. If I had shocked Ken with my sudden change in mood, he barely
showed it as I felt his body respond to mine, his hands running down my
back, down to my sides and up under my shirt. Pulling it up, he forced our
mouths to separate as he lifted the front and hooked it behind my
head. Leaning forward, his mouth found my left nipple and I could feel it
harden as his tongue danced across the tip.

My cock had gone rock hard, and was uncomfortably trapped in my shorts. I
pushed Ken back and down onto the floor of the boxcar, finding myself
straddled across his legs in the process. I could see the outline of the
head of his hard prick as it pushed tightly against his nylon gym
shorts. It was obvious he wasn't wearing underwear as I reached down with
my hand, rubbing it over his balls and up the shaft. I could feel his cock
pulse with my movement and a wet spot appeared where his piss slit was
tight against the nylon fabric.

"Fuuuck...", Ken moaned out loud, "Maaartin ...".

Before he could say anything else I laid down on top of him, grinding my
crotch against his as my mouth once again covered his. I could feel the
blood pounding in my heart and body, my world shrinking to this moment and
place. I pulled up, my hands trembling with energy as I pushed his nylon
shorts down enough to let his stiff cock spring out. I could see pearls of
precum oozing from the head and running down the shaft. I knew Ken was
clearly as horny as I was. I could feel his hands fumbling with the button
and zipper of my shorts; I pushed his hands aside, desperate to release my
own confined throbbing erection. As soon as my shorts were down far enough
my cock sprang up, spraying strings of my own precum with each bounce.

I let myself fall back down onto Ken, our stiff throbbing pricks pressing
against each other, both slick with our now mixing precum. The feeling of
our heads rubbing together as we ground against each was overwhelming.  We
were kissing and grunting, caught up in the heat of our young teen
passion. I knew my own release was imminent, as I could feel my balls and
entire groin area begin to tighten, radiating waves of pleasure outward
throughout my body. Ken's hands grasped my half bare ass, his fingers
sliding along the beads of sweat between my cheeks. He was pulling me down
hard against him and I knew from his desperate movements and ragged breath
that he was as close as I was. One of his hands had slipped beneath my half
pulled off shorts, and I could feel as one his fingers had slid down and
against my rosebud. I had no idea whether Ken was doing it consciously or
not , but his finger suddenly pushed down and partially into my ass.

All of this stimulation was overwhelming my senses; my eyes were shut and I
was vaguely aware of groaning out loud as my focus became centered on the
almost painful pulsing in my cock as rope after rope of my hot semen
erupted from deep within me. I was intensely aware of every pulse, the
feeling of my piss slit widening as it ejected every burst of my cum. I was
coating Ken's lower body with my hot sticky jizz, while his own cock gushed
its load of cream between us as well.

It felt as though every muscle in my body suddenly relaxed as the energy of
my massive orgasm began to subside.  I lay on top of Ken, panting from the
exertion of our passionate entanglement. Ken was breathing as heavily as I,
our chests rising and falling against each other, sweat dripping off our
faces.

Slowly I rolled to the right, off Ken and onto the hard wooden floor of the
boxcar. I realized how uncomfortable that must've been for him, given our
intense grinding action. But Ken said nothing of it, likely having been
oblivious to it while we had humped and covered each other in what felt
like gallons of creamy jizz. My nostrils were filled with the odor of our
sweat and the lightly bleachy smell of our cum, as it all began to dry in
the heat of the day.

Neither of us seemed to speak in forever, and I had no idea how much time
had passed. The whole event might've lasted hours or mere minutes, but we
were both exhausted.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God." Ken finally managed to breathe out, "What the fuck
was that?"

"I guess I was a little horny", I quipped in response.

"A little? A little?" Ken repeated, "... fuck Martin, you were like a
fucking wild animal!"

I laughed a little at Ken's description of me, "Yeah, but you were right
there with me."

Ken grinned, "Well fuck, yeah, I mean ... fuck, you got me going so what
the hell was I supposed to do?"

I looked over at Ken and then myself; our crotches and midsections were
thoroughly coated with jizz. I pulled my shirt off all the way and used it
to wipe Ken and then myself. I figured I could just tuck it into the waist
of my shorts and tell mom that it was too hot on the way home.

We sat up, and Ken looked at me, "Seriously, what was that? One minute you
looked miserable, like you'd been crying for days and the next minute
... well Jesus, you were like a fucking sex fiend attacking me."

I tried to laugh, but Ken's question had brought me full circle to where
this had started. There were no more tears though. I didn't know if it was
physically possible to run out of tears, but if it were, I was sure that I
had.

"Ken, I ... it's just that ...", I began. Ken leaned over, pulled me
towards him and we shared a tender kiss. Or I supposed it was tender,
certainly in comparison to the way we'd practically eaten each others faces
earlier. We continued to gently nuzzle each other, our mouths sliding
against each other, not out of lust, but ... could this be love?

Momentarily I opened my eyes, not even realizing I had shut them while we
were kissing. Peering from behind a tree not far across the small clearing
in front of the boxcar was Ken's younger brother Jamie. Suddenly I was
afraid; afraid that whatever happened next would destroy this perfect
little world I had just created with Ken.