Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2017 22:19:01 -0500
From: G Jones <geojonsey@gmail.com>
Subject: Ken and I - Part 21

Ken and I - Part 21

When I woke up, it was morning; the sun was already shining through the
bedroom window. I looked over and saw that Daryl must've already gotten
up. I immediately noticed two other things. One, Daryl must've not only
gotten up already, but he was probably dressed because his underwear was
laying at the edge of his side of the bed. And two, my dick was rock hard,
my morning wood in all its steely glory. Of course this wasn't unusual, but
because I hadn't jacked off last night it felt like it was extra stiff. I
reached under the bed sheet and gave myself a squeeze. It felt good. Too
good because one squeeze turned into a slow massaging.

I had no idea what Daryl was doing, or if he was going to suddenly burst
back into his bedroom, but I was feeling like I needed release, and I
needed it now. I lifted my knees so that the sheet was tented and pulled
the waistband of my briefs down to hook them under my sack. I began
stroking myself, the head of my cock already slick with precum. I
remembered that Daryl's briefs were laying on his side of the bed. With
only a moment's hesitation I grabbed them with my other hand and brought
them to my face. I was practically trembling as I inhaled the musky
scent. I had probably only been stroking myself for a minute but I could
already feel my balls tightening; I knew I was only moments away from
ejaculation. Up until this second I hadn't really considered how I was
going to clean up; I didn't really want to leave a huge wet spot on his bed
sheet. Without thinking it through, I wrapped his briefs around the head of
my cock and instantly began gushing my hot morning spunk into them. I could
barely stifle groaning as I did.

I let out the deep breath I'd been holding in and relaxed. And just then
his bedroom door opened and Daryl walked in. And I was still holding his
now cum soaked briefs against my dick.

"It's about time you were awake, I thought I was gonna have to dump a
bucket of water on you or something to get you up!"

"Ah .. yeah", I mumbled as I laid there, stalling for time to let my dick
soften, "I'm up, I'm up."

"Well? Come on already, get up so we can have something to eat before we
get going!"

"Oh yeah, the big day", I said, "... so what're we doing? Can you tell me
now?"

"Well I guess I have to", he laughed, "...put on you're swim trunks, we're
going to a really wicked waterpark!  You're gonna love it!"

"Serious?" I said, feeling truly excited, "that's seriously cool, I love
waterparks!"

Daryl began going through his dresser to grab some clothes for after the
park and putting them in a backpack,

"You can put your stuff in here too."

I unhooked my briefs from under my balls and pulled them back up. With
Daryl in the room, I had no choice but to leave his underwear under the
sheet as I got up. I hoped that I'd get a chance to have a few moments
alone in the room so that I could at least throw them in his dirty clothes
pile, and that he wouldn't remember that he'd just left them on the edge of
his bed.

As I stood up Daryl, threw me my swim shorts, having taken the initiative
to go through my drawer as well. I was still semi hard and I was sure the
end of my dick would still be wet with cum. Daryl's back was to me so I
quickly stepped out my briefs and began to pull on my swim shorts. They
were about mid-thigh when Daryl turned with a pair of plaid shorts in his
hand.

"I'm gonna put these in the bag, ok?"

I could see his eyes drop to my crotch as I finished pulling up my swim
shorts; my not-quite soft dick slid beneath the nylon fabric and I could
see that I'd been right about the tip still being wet. I don't know if
Daryl had noticed that, but if he did, he didn't say anything.

"These shorts? Ok?", he waved them at me.

"Yes, yes, those are fine." I said, as he also tossed me a t-shirt to put
on.

"Fuck, why don't you just dress me yourself already." I joked, and Daryl
laughed.

"Because you'd enjoy that too much, queer boy!"

I felt a slight blush in my cheeks at Daryl's comment. I knew he was
joking, but it was hitting close to home.  Thankfully the t-shirt he'd
thrown me was hiding my face as I was pulling it on.

Daryl had finished packing the bag, "Ready?"

"Ok, ok, let's go already, just need to take a piss."

Daryl grinned, "Okay, but at least go to the bathroom, we're not in the
pool at the waterpark yet!"

"Gross." I laughed, but knowing that we'd both done it before.

I popped into the bathroom to pee while Daryl headed to their
kitchen. After peeing, I washed my hands, quickly washed my face and wet my
hair a little so it didn't look like I had just rolled out of bed. Even
though I pretty much had. With Daryl in the kitchen, it would've been a
good moment to stash his briefs in with his other dirty clothes. But at
this point, I'd already forgotten about them.

I walked into the kitchen where Daryl was sitting at the counter eating a
bowl of cereal. Without missing a spoonful he nodded and grunted something
that I assumed meant to pour myself my own bowl. As we ate I asked about
the waterpark.

"So fucking amazing. Some really wicked slides to go on. You're gonna love
it!"

"Who else is going? Mike?" I asked between a spoonful of cereal.

"Just us. Mike's gone with mom and dad. We'll take the bus, it's not too
far."

I was feeling good this morning, my guilty sleep forgotten for now. Sitting
here with Daryl made it feel like old times. I also thought about Ken; I
wondered again if I was somehow trying to replace Daryl with Ken. Maybe in
a way I was. As much as in this moment it still felt like Daryl was my best
friend in the world, it was hard not having back home in person. Maybe that
was the part I was trying to replace.

Daryl broke my thoughts, and I was glad because this wasn't something I
wanted to think about. Not right now at least.

"C'mon, dump your bowl in the sink. We gotta roll so we don't miss the bus,
otherwise we'll miss part of the day."

Daryl slung the backpack over his shoulder and locked the door behind us as
we began heading for the bus stop.  We made it with only a minute to spare
and I suddenly had a panic attack.

"Shit, shit ... I don't have my wallet! I don't have bus fare!"

Daryl cut me off, "Forget it, I got it covered ... you can pay me back
later ...", adding "bitch" as we started boarding the bus.

As we sat it occurred to me that if I didn't have money for bus fare, I
wouldn't have money for the waterpark either. I wasn't sure that Daryl
would have enough money for both of us for the day.

"Hey, I won't have money for the park or anything either."

"I told you, I got it covered ... but now you're really gonna owe me!" he
grinned broadly, "I'm really gonna make you pay big time!"

"Fuck you", I said as Daryl punched me in the arm, "you'll get your money."

"Who said anything about money?" Daryl laughed, "Maybe I'll make you work
it off. I think the toilet needs to be scrubbed."

"Ewww", I scrunched my face, "looked like you and Mike still can't hit the
bowl, more like the floor needs scrubbed!"

Daryl laughed, "Hope you brought an extra toothbrush!"

The time passed quickly as we traded shots, and before I knew it Daryl said
it was time to get off. The bus pretty much cleared out at this stop; it
was only then that I noticed that most of the passengers had been groups of
kids around our age or slightly older. Too young to have licenses, or at
least to have cars; too old for it to be cool to go to the park with your
family.

The entrance was a short walk from the bus stop; Daryl paid our entry fee
and then we went to find a locker in which to lock up our bag. We took off
our shirts and threw those in there along with our flip flops. We weren't
going to be bogged down having to carry or worry about anything. I was a
little surprise when Daryl pulled out a bottle of suntan lotion; it
wouldn't have occurred to me to bring any unless my mom had packed it.

"Your mom pack that for you?" I mocked.

"Hey I don't care if you fucking burn like a lobster", Daryl replied as he
started applying it all over.

He tossed me the bottle and I started putting it on as well. I was trying
to reach behind my back when Daryl told me he'd put it on my back if I'd
put it on his. I turned away from Daryl and felt him squirt a huge gob of
it in the middle of my back; it felt cold and I jumped.

"Mother fucker!"

Daryl laughed and rubbed it all over; I was worried that this was going to
give me a boner, especially because as he was applying it I was busy
watching some of the other boys getting changed in front of their
lockers. Before I could pop total wood, Daryl was done and told me it was
his turn.

I turned around and applied it to his back. I made sure to get it all over
and was slowly rubbing it into his skin, picturing myself giving him a
massage.

"Almost done? Or should I wait for you to give me a happy ending?" Daryl
laughed, breaking me out of my spell.

I stopped and put the bottle in the locker; as Daryl turned I looked down
and could swear that there was a bit of a chub in his swim trunks, more so
than when we'd arrived.

Daryl slapped me on the shoulder and closed the locker, using the locker
safety pin on the key to pin it to the top inside of his trunks, "Ready to
go get wet?"

"Fuckin' right I am!" I shouted, earning a few dirty looks from fathers
with young sons.

We took off and headed for the closest slide we could find. Daryl was
right; this place was awesome. Slides as far as I could see, all of
different heights and with various twists, turns and drops. After we had
hit all the slides at least twice, we decided to grab a couple of tubes to
float along on the lazy river. I was having a great day. And it didn't hurt
that there all sorts of hot boys that I could watch; the best being when
they would first climb out of a pool of water, their shorts clinging to
their fronts, tugging at them to pull them away.

I could feel myself getting hard inside my trunks; thankfully sitting in
the tube meant that no one could see the front of them starting to tent
out. I leaned back and let my gaze fall towards Daryl, who was drifting
about a foot or so ahead of me. I had to admit that he looked good; you
could tell that he was developing muscles. He wasn't big, but definitely
fit. In a way that reminded me of Ken. Not that the two of them looked the
same, but he was more athletic than I was and that made him seem more like
Ken. There was a certain similarity in personality too; both of them were
very outgoing, although Daryl had a rougher edge. Where Ken was generally
good- natured, Daryl could have a mean streak, sometimes carrying jokes a
bit too far or teasing someone a bit too long.  I'd seen him make more than
one kid cry and run off the playground when we were younger. Part of me
always knew that it was wrong to make someone else cry, but for some reason
his brash, sometimes reckless demeanor was part of what attracted me to
him.

"C'mon, I'm hungry." Daryl said, as he rolled off his tube into the water.

Before I knew it, he'd tipped my tube back and I was dumped into the water.

I spit out the water that had flooded my mouth, "Asshole."

"Yeah, yeah, you gotta expect to get a little wet around here."

I tried to reach for him to so that I could grab him and push him under,
but he was a few steps ahead of me and quickly pulled himself out of the
lazy river.  I hopped out, and we dumped our tubes on the side before
heading back to the lockers so that Daryl could get his wallet.

While Daryl opened the locker , I told him I needed to piss. I headed to
the back of the locker area and found a urinal. I untied the string in my
trunks and pulled down the front so that I could pull out my dick. I
realized that I hadn't gone since before leaving the house this morning as
an initial trickle turned into a steady forceful stream of piss hitting the
back of the porcelain.

"Fuck, careful or that's gonna spray back all over yah!"

I turned my head to the sound of the voice; Daryl had stepped up to the
urinal next to mine and was busy letting loose a stream of his own. I tried
not to take more than an idle glance at his dick, knowing that I'd pop a
bone if I did. I did note that the uncut head of his dick was thick and
deep pink. I force the last few spurts of pee out and tugged my trunks back
up over my dick.

I washed my hands and stepped out of the bathroom area, waiting for Daryl
to finish. He came out and touched my cheek with his wet hand.

"Oops, forgot to wash."

"I'd laugh, but knowing what a pig you are it might be true!" I replied,
and both of us laughed.

We found the concession area and ordered some food. We each got a
cheeseburger, fries and chocolate milkshakes. Daryl paid and I felt guilty
at having forgotten my wallet. But he'd rushed me out of bed and out the
door so fast, it was partly his fault. He must've noticed the look on my
face.

"Don't worry, I told yah you'll pay me back!"

"I know, that's what scares me." I laughed.

I wasn't really scared, but Daryl was unpredictable. I was mostly sure he
was kidding and that I'd just pay him back with money from my wallet. You
could just never be a hundred percent sure with him.

When we got our order, we sat at one of the picnic tables to eat. A few
hours in the sun, running around and playing in the water had made us
hungry. We ate in virtual silence, barely chewing our food. After finishing
our milkshakes, Daryl let out a belch.

"Amateur", I laughed, and let out a burp of my own, a bit louder than I had
intended.

A mother at the next table looked over at us, and we couldn't help but
laugh. Her two young sons started laughing too and one of them let out a
burp of his own. She turned and started admonishing him, and we took that
as our queue to leave.

We tossed out our trash and headed back towards the slides.

"Another round of all slides before we head home?" Daryl asked.

"You bet."

In the end we made two rounds before we figured it was time to go. Back in
the locker area we rinsed under the shower heads. It was only a quick rinse
as the water was cold and it didn't seem as though it was going to heat up
at all.

Daryl opened the locker and took out our stuff. He handed me one of the
towels from the bag and we both began to dry off. I hesitated a moment
before undoing the string in my trunks. I noticed Daryl was drying his
back, but was looking at me. I took a breath and dropped my trunks. I knew
he'd have gotten a good look before I moved my towel down to dry
myself. Daryl followed suit and I got a full look at him. His dick was
thick and pushed out above his balls. He had a fairly thick, but narrow
band of pubic hair, lightly gingered like the hair on his head.  Daryl
moved his towel down and I looked up, realizing that Daryl had seen me
checking him out. He grinned, but didn't say anything. Holding the towel in
front of me with one hand I rifled through the bag with the other. I found
my shorts, but couldn't find any underwear.

"If you're looking for your gitch, you won't find them." I heard Daryl say.

"What? Why not?"

"Don't need'em. I always go commando after swimming."

I saw him grinning, and I just shook my head as I dropped the towel and
pulled on my shorts.

"Weirdo." I said.

"Don't you ever go commando?" he asked.

"Well yeah, I guess ... I don't usually force my friends to do it though."

We both laughed, and I watched Daryl drop his towel and pull on his own
shorts. We pulled on our t-shirts and packed the rest of our things into
the backpack.

"You can carry it home", he said, "... bitch."

I laughed, "Asshole."

I put on the backpack, not really caring that I was going to carry it
home. We were both pretty tired, and said little on the bus ride. My mind
kept thinking back to seeing Daryl's dick, how much bigger it had gotten
since I'd last seen it. Touched it as he had slept. I wasn't sure if I'd be
able to hold out another night without getting a little feel of it.