Ken and I - Part 11
I felt like my whole world had just fallen apart. Jamie knew. About Ken and I. There was a small part of me that was still convinced I could bluff my way through this.
"You know? What?" came out timidly. "You don't know anything, there's nothing to know." I added, hoping I sounded a bit more confident than defensive.
Jamie sat quietly for a moment; I couldn't tell if he was thrown by my bluff, choosing his words carefully, or in some perverse way just enjoying my obvious discomfort.
"I know about you and my brother," he stated without looking at me.
It was driving me crazy that Jamie wasn't saying what he knew. Was this a trap? Did he suspect something, and was hoping I'd fill in the details on the assumption that he knew everything? Could a not-quite thirteen year old be that clever? That devious? It didn't seem possible to me; I was two years older and I wasn't sure I'd be able to pull it off.
"Okay, whatever. You know." I said, putting on a fake smile and even managing to laugh a little, "I don't know what you think you know, but okay, you know." I sounded like a desperate poker player bluffing with his last few chips, knowing that knew he was defeated.
"I followed you guys the other day. When you guys wouldn't let me ride with you?" he started to say, adding "When Ken wouldn't let me ride with you guys," heavy emphasis on the Ken part.
"You guys came out here, to the boxcar. You were horsing around in the grass. Doing stuff." he continued to talk, while I felt my stomach drop. I actually thought I was going puke. "I É I saw you É you were. You sucked his cock," he added in a slightly smaller voice, "I heard how he talked to you."
I sat there in the grass, my head hanging down, face pressed into my hands. Shit. Fuck. He actually knew. He actually saw us together. It was all going to come out, everyone would know about it. Oh God, and Ken would find out about me and Jamie. Ken was going to hate me. He was going to kill me.
"Look É", I started to say, not daring to look at Jamie, "it was just, y'know É we were just fooling around and É well, look É things just got out of control. It's not like we're É" I was stumbling through my words, not really sure where I was going with this, "É please don't tell anyone." There. It was, no more bluffing. I thought for a moment about threatening him, like if you say anything I'll beat the shit out of you. But I knew that wasn't something I could do. It was all up to Jamie now.
Jamie was quiet. I finally looked up and over at him, hoping to get some clue from his expression on what was going to happen next. His silence was unnerving, and I started babbling again. "Please. Look É what do you want? Just please, don't say anything, I'll É give you anything."
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"É what?" What did he want from me?
"Did. You. Like. It." He asked again, "It looked like you really liked it. It looked like Ken really liked it. The way he had his cock in your mouth. The way you kept sucking him. The way you É swallowed his stuff."
Was he really going to make me say it? I hesitated, "Did É did I like it?"
"Yeah," Jamie seemed to be grinning slightly now, "É you really want this bad, don't you Martin? Fuck yeah, Martin. Fucking eat my cum É" he attempted to imitate the way Ken had spoken to me.
Hearing Jamie repeat Ken's words sent small shivers through me. As much as I didn't want them to, they were having the same effect on me as they had the other day. I could feel my cock twitch in my pants, pushing up and out against the fabric. I felt dirty. Perverted. In whatever way I had thought that maybe I could regain some measure of control over this situation with Jamie slipped away with my growing erection.
I hung my head," Yeah."
"Yeah? Yeah you liked it?"
"Yeah. I liked it." I said.
"Oh my god," Jamie giggled, "you're getting a boner. Ken was right, wasn't he? You are a dirty fucker."
"Yeah." I said quietly. My teen brain was trying to reconcile my feelings of humiliation with growing sexual desire. My heart was pounding hard and fast, matching the throbbing of my now fully erect cock. "C'mon Jamie, É what do you want from me?"
"For starters?" he asked. "É seems kind of unfair that you got to watch me, earlier," he added, blushing slightly at referring to my having watched him masturbate. It didn't strike me at the time that Jamie's increasingly hormonal brain was trying to process all of this as well, his blushing being somewhat contradictory to the way he had already been talking to me.
"Uhm É what? You want me É to?"
"Let me see you do it. Stand up and do it."
I was now under Jamie's control. I pushed myself up and stood in front of him. My pants were tented out, and my hands shook as I reached for the button and zipper. Looking down I saw that Jamie's gaze was focused entirely on my crotch. I fumbled with my pants for a moment, finally able to unbutton them and pull the zipper down. I hesitated a moment before pushing them down and letting them fall around my ankles. Still looking at Jamie I could see his eyes widen at he got a close look at me; my dick stretching the fabric of my briefs, a huge wet spot already forming where I was had been leaking copious amounts of precum.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband and began to push down; as I pushed my patch of pubic hair came into view, then the base of my cock, the action of pushing my briefs down also forcing my stiff prick into a downward position. As I continued to push, my cock sprung free of the fabric and the waistband and slapped up against my stomach. As it did a long rope of precum flew off the partially exposed head. I could see Jamie draw in a breath.
I left my briefs at mid-thigh and took hold of my throbbing hard prick in my right hand; slowly I began to stroke myself, realizing how incredibly turned on I was by performing for Jamie; I felt as though he was still controlling every move I made even though he hadn't said a word since telling me to do it. I continued to stroke my cock, more precum leaking from the head with every stroke.
Jamie was still focused on my cock, but I could see that his hand had dropped down to his crotch and was squeezing his own growing erection. For the moment my earlier discomfort and thoughts of doom had disappeared, my impending orgasm and the thought of Jamie rubbing himself while watching me were the only things in my head.
Somehow I found my voice, "You like watching me?" I asked breathily.
"Yeah." Jamie replied quietly, continuing to knead at the mound in his shorts.
"Did you like watching me and Ken?" I continued to probe; I wanted Jamie to talk to me while I pounded my throbbing teen cock for him.
"Yeah." Jamie replied again.
"What did you like Jamie? Did you like how he pulled his cock out? How he pushed it into my mouth? Tell me what you liked Jamie." I was so incredibly horny, but I was trying to prolong this experience. I wanted to hear Jamie tell me all the dirty things he liked about watching me with his brother. I didn't really know about fetishes at the time, but apparently dirty talk was something that really excited me.
"I É I liked how you sucked him," Jamie began softly.
"Yeah? You really liked watching your brother getting his cock sucked, didn't you?"
"Yeah É it was É it was fucking hot," Jamie continued, "the way he É how he pushed it into your mouth and told you what to do. How he É pulled your hair when he did it." Jamie was rubbing himself harder, continuing to watch me stroke my steely hard tube. Hearing Jamie talk added fuel to the fire building deep in my groin and I knew that there was only so long I'd be able to keep from spurting my load.
"Did you É did you É like it when he É when he cummed in your mouth?"
"Mmmm," I moaned out loud, "yeah, he squirted a big load of his spunk into my mouth."
"And you É you ate it all?" Jamie's rubbing was becoming more intense.
"Yeah Jamie, I ate all of your brother's hot cream." I panted out loud.
I could see Jamie's entire body stiffen and a look of surprise crossed his face. I knew he had pushed over the edge and I could see his hand squeeze his crotch tightly as he filled his shorts with a load of his young cream. Knowing he was cumming sent me over the edge as well; I held my cock, pulling back hard on the foreskin as rope after rope of my steaming hot cream shot out. Unfortunately for Jamie, he was positioned right in my line of fire and several of the first squirts splattered on his shirt and shorts.
"Fuck," Jamie shouted, rolling out of the way.
I felt exhausted, but giggled at his reaction, "Sorry É"
Jamie was trying to wipe at my cum splatters, but he only managed to rub them into his clothes, "Fuck. You got it all over me."
"I'm sorry Jamie." I said, "but it's not like it's just my cum that's made a mess of your pants," while pointing at the wet spot that had spread across the front from his own young orgasm.
Jamie blushed and put his hands in his crotch in an attempt to cover what was already obvious. I pulled up my briefs and pants and let myself fall into the grass next to him.
"C'mon, I'm sorry, okay?" I punched him lightly in the arm. "You did ask me to do it, so you can't really complain?"
We both grinned and giggled a bit at that, then fell silent.
"So É", I said, "É now what?"
"I É I don't know," Jamie said.
"Are you going to tell Ken about what happened?" I asked.
"I É I don't know," Jamie repeated. "I guess. I guess I don't have to É"
"But É" I filled in his unfinished statement.
"I just. I just don't like being left out all the time. I'm not a little kid anymore. I just don't like that É that Ken É"
Again I filled in for him, "É you don't like that Ken doesn't spend as much time with you as he used? That he doesn't want to play with you as much anymore?"
Jamie nodded, "I just want to be included."
It was quiet between us for a minute, and Jamie repeated, "I just want to É hang out with you guys. Do stuff."
Up until now I had assumed that Jamie was mostly hurt at being excluded from playing with us, going biking or hanging out. But another thought crossed my mind. What if?
"Jamie?" I started, "What do you mean É do stuff?"