I will note that this is a complete work of fantasy. This story is set in a completely fictional world. It is just a flight of my fancy. Please feel free to email me at moonlitrain@protonmail.com with feedback, comments and suggestions!
Chapter Seven - Tension and Release
After Kenton had rather badly sprained his ankle dancing, there was a certain amount of tension in his interactions with me. A trip to the doctor had confirmed that the sprain was going to require careful monitoring and although my beautiful dancer had started off calm, he began to get more irritated by the lack of dancing time. It was tough for him and I knew that he appreciated my support, but he still had some bad days.
Of course, we did our best to deal with them and in between his friends and me, we largely managed to keep his spirits up. I could understand his frustration. As an artist, if I had ever done anything that would stop me from drawing and painting, I'd be just as irritable and upset. Art is a fusion of passion and practice and when the passion burns but one can't practice, the irritation can be supreme. All things considered, it was tough for me to blame him for being short with me on occasion.
His parents had decided to travel out of town and left all alone in their cavernous house, Kenton was getting a little stir crazy. Of course, he spent time out and around, but he had to mind his sprained ankle a little. Finding a balance between activity and protecting the injury was hard and he still had to rest. He called me and asked if I wanted to stay with him. Naturally I jumped at the chance to be alone with him. Even injured, his desire and internal flame kept on burning. I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to feel it consume me.
I had a key for his house and so when I arrived, I let myself in and went upstairs to his bedroom. Kenton's lean, elegant frame was sprawled on the bed. He was only wearing a pair of boxers and the lean planes of muscle were caught in the mid-morning light. I had to stand still for a moment and simply drink in the sight before me. Each well-defined muscle was sculpted into an elegant whole. He didn't have the massive bulk of a body builder, but rather the streamlined form of a big cat. His body had the lissome grace that only came from honed and trained strength.
His eyes met mine and his roseate lips were twisted into his trademark wry smile, a smile that was mischievous and inviting all at once. He patted the bed next to him. "Why don't you get out of all those clothes and come lay next to me, Steven." Kenton didn't need to ask twice. I was already shucking out of my clothes while he wriggled easily out of his boxers to lay naked in bed now. I finished undressing and he grinned at me. "Some parts of you can't wait, can they?"
My penis was hardening already, simply from being around him. Now it stood at half-mast, throbbing slightly and continuing to stiffen. In response, I could see the same thing happening to Kenton's stunning cock, as it lengthened and thickened. I slid onto the bed and he drew me into a hungry, needy kiss. His mouth tasted of peppermint as our tongues intertwined and danced with one another. I ground my hard cock against his side and moaned deeply into the eager and devouring kiss.
There was heat and urgency in the way Kenton was kissing me and I broke off, looking into his alluring emerald gaze. "You really ARE glad to see me, aren't you?"
His smile was radiant. "Oh yes. You have no fucking idea how much!"
I slid back off the bed and moved to where I'd put my duffel bag down. I slid out a bottle of massage oil and a stack of towels. Turning to face Kenton, I held them up with a wink. "I figured you might like a massage before...well, before whatever comes next...."
With a slow nod, he gave me another brilliant smile and I spread the towels across the middle of the bed, allowing him to roll back onto it and show off his glorious, taut little bottom in all its beauty. I felt another surge of blood to my throbbing cock, making it stand at full and rampant attention. Seeing him laying there was deeply arousing. I slipped onto the bed, guiding his legs open so I could sit between them. I rubbed the scented, heating massage oil all over my hands and began to trace them over his shoulders and back, feeling each plane of his beautifully muscled body. I let the oil begin to warm up, hearing Kenton moan softly as I started slipping my hands over his back, kneading the lithe muscle there.
There was some tension in his shoulders, unsurprising given what sort of stress he was under and I worked at them with my slippery hands, slowly unkinking the knots I felt as he gasped under my touch. I had an absolutely throbbing erection that was wetly oozing lubrication as I kept digging my fingers into those knotted muscles that unfurled under my ministrations. Slowly I leaned in and nibbled his ear, eliciting a louder moan from him.
Now I let my hands slip further down his back, revelling in the way that all of his musculature felt under my fingers, each lean but powerful group of muscles yielding to my touch. I leaned in to trace my tongue over an earlobe, sucking on it as I kept massaging his back. He sighed and I could see him subtly grinding his slim hips into the bed, clearly enjoying his own hard cock as it moved between him and the towel. I smiled and ran my hands to his lower back, working away there. It wasn't knotted at all, but I enjoyed the sensation of his wriggling hips.
Now I let my oiled hands caress the firm, tight little bottom that stuck out pertly in front of me. He moaned now, arching back and forward. I loved watching him make that movement because each exquisite plane of muscle moved in a way that was deeply sensual. As I massaged his ass, I softly let a finger slide between his parted globes, tapping ever so softly at the knurled pink rosebud there. With each touch, a soft gasp or moan trickled from between his slightly parted lips. I enjoyed feeling how warm and taut his opening was under my fingers as I simply traced over it.
I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "So how's that feeling for you?"
All I got in return was an inchoate mumble that was laced with desire and pleasure, making me smile. I spoke quietly again. "Why don't you turn over for me, Kenton?"
In a languid motion, he turned and his very stiff, very wet erection became wonderfully apparent, flat against his taut belly, a visible sign of what I was doing to him. The swollen glans was nearly purple and a copious gush of precum drizzled from it and pooled in his navel. I grinned and scooped it up, smearing it all over his stiff penis and lubricating him thoroughly with his own precum. He thrust at my hand and groaned in ecstasy as I did so. I gently let my grasp slip from his cock as I ran my slick hands up his flat belly and slowly felt the ridges of his hard abs underneath my fingers. Up further and I gently ran fingertips around each nipple. I heard him moan in intense pleasure as I flicked them and watched his penis jump and throb.
I massaged his arms, corded with muscle, feeling each contour under my fingertips as I worked at them. I loved the sensations of his soft, creamy smooth skin as it slid and the contrast with the hard strength of his biceps over which the skin was stretched. It was a deep pleasure to trace each inch of his body and I raised each relaxed arm to nuzzle into his musky armpits, inhaling his intoxicating scent. His soft gasps and ecstatic groans spurred me on more as I explored his boy.
Eventually I slipped my hands down over his rampant cock, enjoying how the foreskin felt slipping against my touch and the way Kenton heaved his hips up towards my stroking and teasing hands. I cupped his heavy balls in my hand, lightly rolling them around and listening to the pleasured sounds trickling from between his lightly parted lips. His penis was molten and so slick in my hands as I began to work on it with light strokes and soft lapping at the swollen head of it.
Kenton shuddered and writhed, his lissome body smoothly arching and thrusting with each lick and touch. I focused on the delicate, loving pleasuring of his lean and beautiful body. I heard him moan more loudly and watched his rigid, flat belly flex rhythmically in time to my wet mouth sliding all over him. I slipped my slick hands over his stunningly muscled thighs and felt the tremors running through them as I let his pulsating shaft and engorged glans fill my throat. His hips heaved and bucked into me as I swallowed him down to his base, nose against his torso.
His orgasm came without warning, a massive flood of cum spurting down my throat in a burning tide. He gasped and shuddered as his stiff erection twitched and jumped in my mouth, sending his hard abs into a cascading spasm of ripples. Slowly the flood slowed and I slid him from my mouth. I crawled up to lay next to him, resting on his strong chest and listening to the slowing rhythm of his heart. We stayed like that until it was time for us to share a shower.
The tale of the shower will be taken up the next time I write, along with other less happy events that would nonetheless have a profoundly transformative effect on this relationship we had built. Stay tuned!