Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2018 13:54:12 -0600 From: G Jones Subject: Ken and I - Part 35 Ken and I - Part 35 First day of grade nine. I'd woken up early; much earlier than I needed to and definitely earlier than I normally would once school was underway. I was nervous. To be honest, school had always made me a little nervous; I guess that's the way it goes when you always feel like a bit of an outsider. But today I was more nervous than usual. With everything that had gone on over the summer, I had no idea of how it would be with seeing Ken and David at school, and of course, Jamie would be attending our school now as well. I've never had much of what would be called a poker face; what if I looked at them a little too long? Would the other kids read what was on my face? Would they know? I wasn't ready for everyone to know about me. Despite my nerves, I became aware of my throbbing erection as I thought about them and all that we had done. I pushed my bed sheet down and saw how my pajama bottoms were tented. I pressed my hand against the bulge and could feel that the thin fabric was already becoming moist with my increasing excitement. I pushed the bottoms down past my knees; my dick bobbed and slapped against my stomach. I ran my hand down the shaft and rubbed lightly over my balls before grasping it and beginning a slow stroke. I thought back to the number of times I'd felt their cocks in my mouth, the way it had tasted as their cum had gushed across my tongue. I thought about the feeling of Ken's cock buried in my ass; my tight pucker was pulsing as though he were thrusting into me right now. I stopped for a moment and stripped my pajama bottoms off completely. I suddenly remembered that I'd stashed a carrot in my nightstand the day before I'd slept over at Ken's. I figured I'd be able to make good use of it right now; the Vaseline was in the bathroom, but I thought that with a good bit of spit and maybe some precum it'd be slippery enough to slide in. I rolled over, turned on the small lamp on my nightstand and opened the drawer. Reaching in, I felt around for the carrot; my hand moved from side to side, front to back. The carrot wasn't there. Had I put it back or thrown it out? No. I was sure I hadn't touched it over the weekend. It had to be there. I sat on the edge of my bed so I could see into the drawer. Among various odds and ends that I'd tossed in there, I did not see the carrot. I could feel my heart starting to race, and not from my earlier arousal. What I did notice was that the book I'd been reading was in the drawer. I knew I hadn't put my book in there, I always left whatever book I was reading on top of the nightstand. The only explanation I could think of made me panic. Oh god. My mother must've been cleaning up and found the carrot. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. There was no way in hell I could explain stashing a carrot in my nightstand. I wasn't necessarily the neatest young teen, but tossing food in there, especially vegetables, just wasn't something that would be believable. At least she hadn't said anything about it. So far. The only thing that might've made it worse was if I'd been keeping the little jar of Vaseline in there as well. Then I'm sure there would've been no doubt as to what I'd been doing. I did not want to think about my mother picturing me sliding that carrot in and out of my ass. I dreaded the thought of her bringing it up. What a lovely dinner conversation that would be between me and my parents. As if I didn't already have enough on my mind for my first day back to school! Any notion of jerking myself to orgasm before school had vanished. And I certainly wouldn't be going back to sleep. I sighed deeply and stood up; maybe going through my clothes to decide what I would wear might distract me for a few minutes. I had just finished selecting what I was going to wear when my alarm clock went off. I put on my pajama bottoms, opened my bedroom door and headed to the bathroom to shower and get ready. As I did, I could hear my mother in the kitchen, making breakfast and putting together a lunch for me. "Wow, you're actually up on time for school Martin, it's like a miracle." "You're hilarious", I replied before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind me. I realized that I'd completely ignored my bladder, but the sight of the toilet reminded me just how badly I needed to go. I slipped off my pajama bottoms, turned on the shower to let the water warm up and stepped to the toilet. I let out a deep breath and practically groaned out loud as a heavy stream of piss hit the water in the bowl; it seemed to go on forever before I was finally done. I flushed and turned to step into the shower. I washed and soaped myself, letting the warm water run over me. I was trying to keep from letting all those thoughts in my head overwhelm me; I kept repeating to myself that everything was going to be fine and that as usual, I was overthinking it all. I dressed, ate breakfast, grabbed my backpack and was out the door. Mom had talked about school and some other things, but to be honest I'd only been half-listening, nodding every so often to make it seem like I was hearing her. At least she hadn't mentioned anything about the carrot in my nightstand. I hoped that meant we'd both just pretend like it never happened. Until I stepped out I hadn't really thought about whether I'd be walking to school with Ken. If I stopped at his house and he was already gone, I'd feel awkward. If I didn't go and he asked me about it later, I'd also feel awkward. I hadn't realized that I'd been walking on auto-pilot while I was thinking; I found myself rounding the corner to rear of his house when their backdoor opened and Jamie stepped out. "Hey Martin!" "Hi Jamie ... uhm, is Ken still home?" "Nope, he left early, something about meeting up with football coach before school." "Oh." "So wanna walk together? Since we're going to the same school now?" Jamie smiled broadly, clearly hoping I'd agree. There wasn't a reason not to, other than it wasn't typical for grade nines to be seen with grade sevens. Not that I had much to worry about in terms of popularity. We began to walk, and much like with my mother, I only half- listened to Jamie go on excitedly about starting junior high school. Unlike me, he didn't seem at all bothered about going back to school, never mind the fact he was starting at a brand new school. "You know where to go?" I asked Jamie as we arrived at school. "Yeah, all the grade sevens are supposed to meet in the theatre for some welcome thing before we go to our classes." "Alright then", I said, "see you around I guess." "See yah", Jamie said as he ran off, having seen a few guys that I assumed he'd gone to school with last year. I looked at the front doors of the school, took a deep breath and went in. It didn't really feel any different, it all looked and smelled the same as it had for the past couple of years. I looked at my back-to-school package that had come in the mail a few weeks ago to check my locker assignment and headed there so I could dump my bag before heading to my first class. So far I hadn't seen Ken or David, and that held true for the remainder of my morning classes. I did note that quite a few of the guys from last year seemed to have had a growth spurt over the summer; some looked like they'd grown taller and broader by a lot. I couldn't help but wonder if that growth spurt had the same impact on their genitals. I grinned to myself and tried to focus, as though if I tried hard enough I'd be able to see through their clothes. It seemed pretty obvious on one of the boys as the front of his jeans had a noticeable bulge, and it didn't appear to be from an erection. I grabbed my lunch from my locker and headed in to the lunch room. Little groups had already started to form; old groups from last year, groups of new grade sevens that had attended grade six together, the brand new kids who didn't know anyone yet looking lost and wondering where it was safe to sit. As I walked, I saw Ken at a table with his football buddies. He nodded and said 'hey', but gave no other indication that I should sit or that he wanted to talk. I hadn't really expected to sit with the football crowd anyway. I saw a table of guys that I normally sat with, mostly the nerdy guys who were in the chess club or volunteered in the library. I also saw David. We made eye contact; he smiled and waved me over. He was sitting with a couple of kids I didn't recognize. Ordinarily I might have found this odd, but with David it somehow didn't really surprise me. Now that he'd seen me and waved, I felt like I didn't really have a choice but to sit with him. "Hi Martin. So we're back at school. We weren't in any classes together this morning, but maybe this afternoon. This is Tom and this is Jack. They're new here. Jack is in grade seven and Tom's in grade eight." "Hi guys. So uhm ... how's your first day going?" We all chatted for a while, mostly David asking the two of them questions. It made me wonder why people thought of David as a loner as he could clearly be social when he wanted. Maybe it was more that people his own age found his manner and style so different. As we finished our lunch, Ken and his crew walked by; he looked at me with a slightly puzzled, questioning look on his face. The question obviously being: why are you having lunch with David? I thought about the unasked question: why shouldn't I sit and have lunch with David? I doubted it could affect my popularity, given that I didn't have any. Tom and Jack seemed alright as well. I decided that I'd try my best to stop worrying as much about school, David and everything else. We were done, and the boys excused themselves. David and I walked out the lunch room together. "I got some new records", David said as I was about to head to my locker, "you should come over." "I uhm ... well I guess I could, ah ... maybe this weekend?" David seemed to take my hesitant maybe as a definite yes, "Great. So come over Friday at about seven, you can sleep over. See you later." David turned and walked in the other direction, presumably to his own locker. I was left standing there still trying to process what had just happened. Not only was I going to David's, but apparently I was spending the night. With David. As much as I tried to focus during my afternoon classes, I could quite stop thinking about Friday night. During last period I had to slide down in my seat to try to better conceal my very obvious erection from Colin, my table mate. I kept picturing David's big cock, sucking it and letting him drive it into my ass. I could feel myself leaking and I knew I needed to stop thinking about it or I'd have a major problem on my hands. I really didn't want to end my first day of grade nine by creaming the inside my pants during class. Part way through class I heard Colin snigger. I looked over and saw him grinning; my cheeks flushed red as he pointed to a cartoonish picture he had doodled in his notebook: a boy slumped at his desk with a huge cock sticking out his pants spurting cum. That didn't help. Nor did the fact that Colin wore almost skin tight jeans that left little to the imagination. I tried to engross myself in my textbook and the work we were supposed to be doing. I also did my best to ignore Colin, even though he tried several times to draw my attention to various other explicitly sexual doodles he'd sketched in his notebook. I only knew him casually as we'd only had one class in common last year; he seemed nice enough and under other circumstances I'd find his doodles funny. It was clear he knew that they weren't doing anything to help my situation. I was so relieved when the bell finally rang. "Better wait a few minutes before you try to ... ah ... get up", Colin whispered and grinned before he walked away. I'd certainly had every intention of being the last to leave class; I took my time gathering my stuff so that the class had mostly cleared. I finally felt like I was at a point where my erection had subsided enough that I could leave class without drawing too much attention to myself. I tried to use my books as cover without being too obvious about it; I'd seen other guys try this only to have someone in the hall knock the books out of their hands, leaving them exposed and embarrassed. I made it to my locker without issue; I tossed what I needed into my backpack and made to leave. At the end of the hallway I could see David talking to someone; he hadn't seen me and I didn't feel like running into him again. Not because I was wanting to specifically avoid him, but I was afraid that if I was with him, I'd go bone hard again. I went into the bathroom that was part way down the hall; I thought if I stayed in there for a few minutes that the coast would be clear for me to walk home. I didn't want it to look like I was just hanging out in the bathroom for no real reason so I locked myself into the first stall and sat on the toilet. I suddenly realized that this was the same bathroom where I'd first seen David's dick. I immediately felt the blood rush back to my groin. I decided that given the situation, and the fact that I'd abandoned my morning routine, it might not be so bad to take a few minutes to relieve myself. I hung my backpack by the hook on the back of the stall door, undid my pants and pulled them and my briefs down before sitting back on the toilet. My cock was rock hard with pearls of clear precum oozing from the head and running down the shaft. Just as I started stroking, I heard the door open, close and the chatter of boys. I stopped, afraid that the squishing noise of my hand on my particularly wet cock would be noticeable, and leaned back, remembering that there was a slight gap at the back of the stall that allowed me to see the urinals. It was a trio of boys that I didn't recognize; they looked to be grade sevens, but might have been grade eights. All three stood at the urinals, undid their pants and pulled their dicks out to piss. They kept talking as they pissed and I felt safe to resume sliding my hand down my slick shaft, back up and around the sensitive head. I had a clear view of the boy at the closest urinal; his dick was cut, not particularly long, but seemed quite thick. It wasn't remarkable, but it was enough of a visual to fuel my imagination. I stroked myself harder; I approached my orgasm as they finished and zipped up. I knew I wouldn't be able to wait until they left so I rubbed myself faster, stood up and turned to face the toilet. I stifled a groan as several streams of my hot thick jizz spurted from my cock and into the toilet bowl. Most of it splashed into the water, but the orgasm was feeling so good that my stroking became frenzied, and several shots hit the seat and floor. I milked the remaining sperm out of my dick as I heard the boys leave. My legs felt rubbery and I had to put my hand to the stall wall to keep steady. I took several deep breaths before I was ready to wipe the head of my dick with some toilet paper; I also wiped the seat and then flushed everything. I stuffed my softening dick into my briefs, pulled up my pants and grabbed my backpack. I washed my hands and left the bathroom; the hallway was practically empty of students, and it looked like David had left as well. I walked home on my own, thinking about my first day of grade nine. I couldn't decide if gone as awkward as I'd imagined it might, or whether it hadn't been all that bad, all things considered. One thing was sure: it was going to be an interesting year.