You start to stroke Ken's shaft, slowly at first but then picking up speed. The boy shivers with pleasure and starts to moan. He's obviously enjoying it.
"Justin?" Ken asked after several more moments. "Do you think you could put your mouth on me? I... I hear that's supposed to feel amazing."
Your heart skipped a beat, afraid of rejection. Was he really asking you that? "Uh..." You stammered, glancing around the room frantically.
"What's wrong?" he teased, putting his hand on your head and ruffling your hair slightly. "You look scared."
You looked up at him, shaking your head. "N-n-no... I mean yes. I mean..."
As you talk, you were continuing to rub his cock, and you feel a vibration coming from it. Ken's eyes roll back in his head. "Oh, wow! Oh god!"
The next thing you knew, his hips bucked and a hot burst of pre erupted from his penis in spurts. Ken gasped loudly as he came. Thick ropes of his semen shot into the air like fireworks. A thick string landed across your lips, dripping down the side of your chin and landing in on your shirt. Another just missed getting in your hair and landed behind you with a loud SPLAT.
Ken continued to come, each pulse of cum shooting farther and wider. When he finished, he collapsed onto his knees, getting closer to eye level with you. His tongue stuck out as he panted for air, obviously in bliss.
You did your best to get the sticky mess off your face, but with no towels or anything around to help clean up you were left with only one option. Taking off your shirt, you wiped your face and hair with the dry part of the cloth, then threw it to the floor in a sticky wad.
When Ken regained some composure, he looked at you with lustful eyes. "That was awesome! Do it again!"
"I... I don't think it works like that," you stammer.
Ignoring you, Ken's eyes travel down from your face to your bod. You worked out and were fairly proud of your body, and Ken seemed to think similarly.
"Wow, Justin, you look... hot!" He says matter-of-factly. "Do you work out often?"
"Uhhh, sure," you say shyly.
Ken smirks. "I love muscle. I can't gain much yet because I'm so young but someday I want to be real strong like you."
Your face reddens as you realize where his train of thoughts may have led. Indeed, out of the corner of your eyes you see Ken's cock, still as hard as ever and throbbing. You shake your head in embarrassment. "Uh, well... umm... thanks."
Ken starts to moan again. "Mmm, this still feels so good. Justin, can we--"
Before he finishes his sentence, something in the room happens.
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