Ken and I Series

By G Jones

Published on Aug 2, 2017

Gay

Ken and I - Part 23

For the moment, I froze; I hadn't expected this. The tension that had just released from my body returned, and I couldn't speak.

"Martin?"

I could feel Daryl's hand start to slide off my body; it seemed like my arm moved in slow motion as I raised it. I grabbed Daryl's wrist before he could pull it away entirely, placing it back on my body before releasing him. The room was silent, neither of us saying anything.

Daryl's hand inched it's way down, stopping only when the tips of his finger reached the edge of my shaft; I could feel my blood pulsing as it began to engorge, quickly thickening and lengthening inside my briefs. I took in deep breath as his fingers continued to move, until his entire hand rested on top of my crotch. My dick twitched.

His hand began a slow, but steady movement, "Like this?"

"Yes." I whispered huskily.

I reached over with own hand, rubbing Daryl through his briefs the way he was rubbing me. Daryl was already hard when I started, and I could feel the heat of his thick hard cock. We laid there like that for what seemed like a long time, not looking at each other.

I slid my hand from the top of his briefs to the waistband, and let the tips of my fingers slide just underneath until I could feel his pubes, "If you want ...?"

We finally looked at each other, our eyes locked as Daryl mimicked my move in response.

I pushed my hand further into his briefs until it was holding his dick; it felt even thicker than I'd imagined it would be from my initial touch through the cotton fabric. Daryl's hand was on mine as well. The way we were positioned, and with us still wearing our underwear, it was awkward to do much beyond holding them.

We were still looking at each other, and I asked, "Let's lose these briefs?"

Daryl nodded; it was one of the few times I could remember taking the lead with him. There was something particularly thrilling about that, like our roles had suddenly been reversed.

We each pulled our hands back, hooking our fingers into our waistband, lifting our butts and sliding our briefs down our thighs, past our knees and down to our ankles before kicking them off completely. Both Daryl and I were watching each other intently as our erections sprang into view. Daryl's thick cock stood straight up, maybe five inches long to the tip of the large swollen knob atop the shaft. He had a small, but dense patch of pubic hair above his dick.

I looked up at Daryl as he spoke, "Holy shit Martin, you've got a real long one!"

"Yeah, but yours is way thicker than mine." I said, and without waiting for anything further, I reached down and let my fingers run through his strawberry colored pubes on their way down to grasping his cock. I moved my hand up the shaft and let it rub across the tip of the large pinkish-purple head. It felt damp and as I stroked my hand back down I pulled a strand of precum down the shaft.

"Fuck", Daryl hissed huskily.

As I very slowly stroked his dick, he reached across for mine. I could feel a slight tremble in his hand as he touched it, and finally wrapped his fingers around it. He watched in fascination as my foreskin slid up and down with each stroke of his hand.

Daryl finally grinned again, "Y'know, I always wondered what yours would like when it was jacked. With the skin on it."

I laughed, "And? What do you think?"

"It's neat", Daryl said, "and fuck, I can't believe how wet yours is, it's leaking out the tip like crazy. Mine doesn't do that until I'm closer to cumming. Or are you gonna cum already?"

"No", I said, "not quite ready for that yet."

"Yeah, I guess not, since you busted a big load this morning."

I flushed at Daryl's comment; I'm not sure why I was embarrassed at this point, given what we were doing.

"I couldn't believe that you'd used my briefs as your personal cum rag!" Daryl teased, "You're a real dirty fucker, y'know!"

I flushed again, knowing that Ken often call me that, "Sorry, they were just ... handy."

"Fuck, I don't care", Daryl replied, "I wipe up with them all the time anyway."

"When did you find them? I was going to try to put them in your dirty clothes pile, but you walked in just after I'd finished cumming this morning."

"Hah, I fucking knew it, you looked a little out of breath for having just woken up! I found them after we got home from the waterpark. Fuck you must've really blown a big wad because they were still damp!"

"I guess I was just horny", I replied as I continued to stroke his cock, now moving a little faster with a firmer grip.

"Why? Was it because you were checking me out the whole time you've been here?"

Once more I flushed; our roles seemed to be reverting back to their usual state, with Daryl taking charge and asking all the questions. I didn't mind, I actually felt comfortable with our established roles While it had been a slight thrill earlier to lead Daryl, this felt more normal to me. As I grew older I learned that I was mostly a submissive, but I didn't have the words to describe it back then.

"I guess", I said, "do you think that's weird?"

"No", Daryl laughed, "but we can talk about that another time. Fuck, this feels sooo good, I can't believe I've been missing out on this."

I remembered his sister's dig about his hand being as close to any action as he got; I assumed that this confirmed Daryl hadn't had anyone else touch him before, boy or girl. Without giving it much thought, and not really considering the consequences, I sat up and turned towards him.

I grinned broadly at him, "If you think that feels good ..."

"What're you do ...", Daryl began to say, but his words and his breath stuck in his throat as I leaned down and ran my tongue across the tip, down his piss slit and onto his shaft, before softly enveloping the head with my lips.

"Holy fuck!" Daryl groaned out loud, his body tensing as I took his entire cock into my mouth.

It's thickness stretched my mouth, but I managed to slide down to the base, feeling his dense pubes brushing against my cheek as I did. I could smell the musky scent from Daryl's crotch, combined with the lingering odor of the chlorinated water from the park despite our having rinsed off before coming home. Daryl placed his hand on the back of my head as I began moving my mouth up and down his hard teen flesh. Although he wasn't pushing hard, I could sense there was an urgency to it. His breathing had become loud and ragged, groaning with pleasure as his body tensed with an impending orgasm.

"Fuck Martin ...", was all he could get out before I felt his already swollen knob expand, spurting what seemed like one long continuous stream of his creamy load into my mouth. Much of it landed at the back of my throat, but I had trouble swallowing because his thick young tool filled my mouth so completely.

Daryl's hand slipped off my head as it dropped to his side; my head came up as I began pulling off him, and a good portion of his cum began to trickle from the corners of my mouth and run down his shaft, matting into his thick patch of pubes. I swallowed what I could.

I looked up and saw that Daryl's head had sunk into his pillow; his entire upper chest and cheeks were flushed red. I had a moment of panic, wondering whether I'd gone too far too quickly, before Daryl spoke.

"Holy fucking shit! That was ..."

I breathed a small sigh of relief, "Sooo ... it was okay?"

Daryl looked at me, "Are you fucking kidding? Okay? That was fucking amazing! I can't believe you did that."

I let myself fall back onto the bed next to him, "Well, I just figured that ... I mean, we're friends right?"

Daryl sat up, "Yeah, we sure are."

I could see he was looking at my still rock hard cock, an almost continuous stream of precum flowing from the tip. Was he debating whether he was willing to do the same for me? As much as I wanted him to, I wouldn't have been upset if he hadn't; I hadn't done it for him with the expectation that he would do me.

I started to say, "You don't have ...", when I felt him take my cock in his hand and begin to lean forward. The thrill of what I'd just done with him had already pushed me to the edge. As he pushed his hand down, pulling my foreskin taught along my shaft, I began to spurt rope after rope of my own hot sticky cream. As he'd been in the process of leaning down, the first couple of shots landed on Daryl's chin and cheek. He pulled back in surprise as I continued to gush cum onto my stomach and down into my pubes. I reached down and put my hand around his as he was still holding my cock, but not moving. I moved my hand up and down quickly, pulling his hand along as I milked my entire load. Intense waves of pleasure rippled through my body as each stroke moved the palm of his hand across the bottom of my sensitive head.

I felt exhausted. I could see that he hadn't moved, my initial splats of cum still on his face. I reached up to wipe his cheek and chin with my hand, holding it up in front of his face afterwards.

"Sorry about that, I didn't think I'd cum so fast, but ...", I looked slightly sheepish.

"Damn, I can't believe how much you creamed!"

"Well it's not like you didn't cream a mouthful", I joked.

Daryl laughed, "You're a fucking mess."

He reached down and grabbed his briefs and began wiping my body where I'd splattered my load, "I figured you'd prefer to use mine to wipe."

I grinned, and Daryl tossed his now damp sticky briefs across the room onto the pile of dirty clothes before collapsing back on to the bed. We laid next to each other in silence for a few minutes.

"Martin?" Daryl asked.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

I breathed deeply as I anticipated what he might ask, "Yeah?"

"Have you done that before?"

Daryl was truly my best friend, and I felt I owed him an honest answer. I did wonder though, at just how much I should tell him. Even if I told him about Ken and Jamie, what exactly would I tell him. Would I just tell him about the things we'd done? Or would I also talk about the feelings I'd been having for Ken? And now that I was together with Daryl again, was I still feeling the same way?

"Martin?"

I took another deep breath before I replied.

Next: Chapter 24: Ken and I 24


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