Ken and I - Part 28
Ken was still sleeping soundly when I woke up. I toyed with the idea of sliding underneath the sheet to give him a blowjob, but I felt an urgent need to pee that I couldn't ignore. I slipped out of bed and pushed my morning wood to the side so I could pull on my briefs. I wasn't sure if Ken's parents were up yet, but decided I would put on the t-shirt and pajama pants I'd brought; it's not that I was overly modest, but I figured Ken's mom didn't need to see me in my underwear, especially not in my present state. At home I had also started to be less inclined to walk around the house in just my briefs in the morning. Even when soft my dick was pretty clearly outlined under the white cotton, and it wasn't something that I particularly wanted my mother to see.
I stepped out of Ken's bedroom and made my way to the bathroom. I could hear Ken's family upstairs, and the unmistakable smell of bacon caused my stomach to rumble. I stood in front of the toilet and pushed my pajamas and briefs down, letting my dick stick out in front of me. My morning erection had subsided enough that I was able to easily point it at the bowl and loosen my stream. The bathroom mirror extended across both the sink and the toilet; I looked at myself as I peed. My hair was a mess and my face was shiny from a combination of night sweat and oil, thanks to my rampant teen hormones. I shook my penis to get the last few drops off, pulled up my pants and stepped to the sink. I splashed some water on my face, and also wet my hair a bit so that I could straighten it. Over the past little while I had become much more self-conscious about how I looked when I was around other people, and I rarely passed a mirror without doing a little check.
I had grown pretty comfortable around Ken's parents, and so rather than going back to the bedroom to wake him, I went upstairs to the kitchen.
"Well good morning", Ken's mom said, "I suppose my son is still asleep? That boy is going to sleep his life away."
"Yeah, we were up kind of late." I replied.
"Honestly, I don't know what you boys do at night that you can't just do during the day", she mused, seemingly oblivious to how that statement might be interpreted.
It hadn't , however, been lost on Jamie, who stared at me and grinned broadly.
"Well, come on and sit down then", Ken's dad said, "we may as well eat while he sleeps. Sometimes trying to get that boy up in the morning is like trying to wake the dead. And until I've had a bit more coffee I don't feel I've got it in me to perform a resurrection."
Jamie and I laughed, and I sat down to join them. Ken's mom set a stack of pancakes on the table, along with the bacon I'd smelled her frying when I had gotten up. As we ate, we chatted about the summer, and more specifically that summer holidays would be coming to an end all too soon.
"Are you looking forward to going back to school Martin?" Ken's mom asked.
"I don't want to go back", Jamie interjected before I could answer.
Jamie would be starting grade seven, and attending the same junior high school as Ken and I. We'd be in grade nine, the so called kings of the school. That was the theory anyway; of course I was too nerdy to be at the top of the pecking order, and it was unlikely that any but the meekest of the new grade sevens would be intimidated by me. Ken, on the other hand, would be on the football team again which would bestow upon him a certain amount of fear and respect.
"Oh honey," Ken's mom said, causing Jamie to blush and cringe at the term of endearment, "won't it be nice to be attending the same school as your brother? And Martin will be there too. I'm sure they'll make sure you're going to be okay there."
"Yeah right," we heard Ken say as he came up the stairs, "I don't need that little ass wipe following me around all day."
"Ken! Language! And don't be so rude to your little brother", his mother admonished him.
"Yeah, yeah ... it'll be sooo much fun", he teasingly mocked.
We joked and ate our breakfast, with Ken's mom pushing me to eat until I was thoroughly stuffed.
"So what are you boys going to get up to today?" Ken's dad asked.
"Not sure", Ken replied between bites, "probably just hang out."
"All right, well, your mother and I need to go out for a while so please, try not to destroy the house while we're out?"
"We'll try, but y'know, no guarantees." Ken laughed.
After breakfast the three of us made our way back downstairs to watch TV; Ken and I flopped on the couch, and Jamie laid on the floor. In about half an hour we heard his parents shout down that they were leaving.
Jamie looked up at me and grinned, "Well Martin, I hope you're still hungry."
Ken and I looked at him, "What the hell are you talking about?"
He grabbed his crotch, "Because pretty soon you're gonna be eating this!"
Ken laughed and I looked at him, "I don't know, Ken, what do you think? You think he's gonna get his little pecker sucked whenever he wants?"
"Hey, who're you calling little?"
"He's talking to you squirt", Ken said, "and I don't know either Martin, he's a horny little prick so you might be sucking him all the time."
"Well I think if he's gonna play with us then there's gotta be a price to pay, don't you think?"
Jamie's grin started to fade, and Ken said, "You might be right."
"What're you guys talking about? I thought ... I thought it was okay to mess around with you guys?"
I gave him an evil little grin and replied, "Well yeah, it is, but what makes you think you'll get all the benefits without giving a little back?"
Jamie's face looked dead serious now, "C'mon, I just wanna have a little fun."
"Well so do we", Ken said.
I added while rubbing my own crotch, "Here's the thing Jamie, I had a fat boner when I woke up this morning but ... well I didn't care of it. Maybe you should take care of it for me."
Ken grinned broadly and began rubbing his own crotch. Jamie looked at me, then looked at his older brother, then back to me.
"Why don't you come here and give me a hand", I said to Jamie, leaning back into the couch and spreading my legs a little.
Jamie's cheeks began to flush as he got up from the floor and knelt at my feet. He looked at Ken and then up at me before tentatively reaching up with his hand. He put it on my dick, feeling me through my pajama pants. I was now fully hard and I let my cock twitch up against his hand.
"Pull them down", I told him.
Jamie's eyes were now focused between my legs; he reached up with both hands, hooked them into the waist of my pajama pants and tugged them down along with my briefs. I lifted my ass slightly to make it easier for him. He pulled on them until they were bunched at my feet. My cock sprang up and small rope of precum splattered on my belly. I could feel Jamie's hand was trembling as it grasped the shaft of my now steely hard teen prick.
"Mmmm yeah, that's it Jamie, you know what to do."
He slowly stroked his hand up the shaft of my cock until his palm reached the slick head. He gave a slight twist before running his hand back down. I moaned as he continued to rub me. I looked over at Ken and saw that he'd pushed his hand into his own pajama pants and was slowly rubbing his own dick.
"That feels real good Jamie, do you like the way my cock feels in your hand?" I said, in part because I wanted to hear Jamie talk dirty to me and partly because I knew it would embarrass him further in front of his brother. I'm not sure why the thought of that excited me; for some reason I wanted this initiation to feel slightly humiliating for him.
"Yeah", he said quietly.
"What was that Jamie, I couldn't hear you."
"Yeah", he repeated, louder this time.
"Yeah what? What do you like Jamie?"
He looked up at me, "I like ... I like it in my hand", his cheeks flushing further before quietly adding, "your ... your cock feels so big."
"Did you hear that Ken? Your little brother likes stroking my big thick cock. But I think I need more than just a hand."
Jamie's hand stopped moving up my shaft and he looked up at me, "What? No way."
"No way? I actually think you'd like to do that, wouldn't you Jamie? Suck on my thick hard prick? Tell me Jamie, do you want to keep playing with us? Because if you do ...", I left the thought hanging there.
A mixture of fear, embarrassment and curiosity crossed his face, and he looked over at Ken and then back at me,
"Uhm yeah ... but ... but, maybe could we ... I don't want to in front of ... maybe we could go in the bathroom?"
"I'm pretty comfortable right here", I replied and looked over at Ken before looking back down at Jamie,
"besides I think your brother wants to see this."
Jamie looked back over at Ken, who had pulled his cock out of his pajamas and was stroking himself. Ken looked slightly embarrassed as well as he nodded in agreement.
I said to Jamie, "See, I told you. Now ... c'mon Jamie".
Jamie took one more look at Ken and me; he looked resigned to his fate as he moved his head forward towards my lap and my now dripping wet cock. He kissed it tentatively and flicked his tongue across the head quickly. I groaned in response. He continued to nibble at the base of the head, sending shivers through my entire body. I knew he was hesitating, stalling from actually putting in his mouth, but where he was nibbling was a very sensitive spot on my dick that I often loved to rub with a wet finger while masturbating.
Ken surprised me, "C'mon Jamie, just open up and suck on a bit of it."
Jamie responded by parting his lips slightly, letting the head slide in and sucking.
I hissed, "Mmmm, careful with the teeth Jamie."
Jamie immediately pulled off, "Sorry."
"It's okay, just use your lips and tongue, go on ... it feels really good Jamie."
Jamie took a couple of inches of my throbbing cock back in his mouth, using his tongue while sliding up and down.
"Mmmm, yeah, just like that Jamie", I moaned.
Even though this wasn't my first blowjob, his little mouth felt good. And knowing that it was the first time Jamie was giving one, and the fact that he was doing it in front of Ken were pushing me quickly to the edge. I laid a hand on his head, gently moving it in synch with his bobbing up and down on my cock.
"Fuckkk Jamie, yess, I'm getting close."
I could see Ken was jacking himself faster, and that there were pearls of precum drooling from the head. He was clearly enjoying seeing his little brother servicing me.
Jamie continued to bob on my cock, "Fuckkk I'm cumming ..."
Jamie's head came off my cock as my first spurt of creamy teen jizz blew into his mouth; his eyes were wide with surprise. He hadn't moved back far enough to avoid the next several squirts from splattering his chin and neck with my hot white nectar. All of this seemed to be too much for Ken; he quickly sat up and leaned over, letting his own spunk splash out and over his little brother.
Jamie was using his hands to wipe the cum off his cheeks, mouth and chin, "Fuck you guys ... I'm ... geez, I need to clean up."
He stood up, wiping his hands on his pajamas; bits of cum glistened on his face and his upper body was splattered with a combination of mine and Ken's jizz. I could see the front of his pajamas were tented as he turned to go to the bathroom. I grabbed him with my hand and slid off the couch and onto my knees. I quickly pulled down and his pajamas, and his very stiff erection bobbed into view. I could see it twitching and his balls were already tightly drawn up. I figured he was probably close to blowing his own wad as I plunged his cock into my mouth.
"What the ...", he said in a surprised tone, not having expected me to take him so quickly.
I grabbed his small waist and held him, taking his hard young cock in my mouth down to the root, my nose in his small set of pubes.
"Oh fuck ...", he moaned and shuddered, emptying his small sweet load into my mouth and down my throat not even a minute after I'd started. I held him as he bucked with each contraction of his orgasm.
I pulled off and swallowed the last bit of his cum, "I'd say you deserved that!"