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 Eight - Ultimatum
The rapid splash of hot water on the shower's tiled enclosure began to fill the room with steam, the thoroughly inadequate extractor fan unable to clear it. It created a misty, torrid environment and to see Kenton's beautifully naked body emerge from it was like seeing a mythical demi-god emerging from a dream. He drew me into the shower's pelting droplets, my skin tingling from the heat and kissed me deeply and hungrily as we were wreathed in the steam that rose around us.
My penis leapt to life as we kissed, growing to throb against Kenton's muscled, silken torso. His own cock was already magnificently stiff, grinding into me as we kissed. I felt his strong hands sliding all over me, grasping my steel hard shaft and gently rubbing a thumb across the swollen, leaking head as my foreskin fully retracted.
Now his velvety mouth began to slip down to my neck, his hot tongue sliding around on the soft skin there, he dragged his teeth across the skin and I moaned at the feeling. Sliding his eager lips up, he nibbled and nuzzled my ear and slowly traced his pink tongue up around the edge of it, making my throbbing penis jump as I let out another gasping, ragged breath.
Easily he began to sink to the seat molded into the shower enclosure, his strong dancer's legs making it ever so gradual, so he could tongue each nipple and drag teeth over them, making rapturous waves of pleasure in my body as he did so. His free hand cupped my achingly full balls and ran up my pulsing, fever hot shaft to run around the swollen head of me. I let out a soft moan as he licked my stomach and gently massaged my cock, sending overwhelming pleasure through me.
Eventually he was fully sitting, his stunning green eyes and delicate features turned up to me. He reached out and held my achingly stiff erection in his warm, strong hand before nuzzling his smoothly shaven cheek against it and holding my gaze. I felt a surge of power standing there and Kenton sensed it. "May I please taste you, Steven?" There was a need in his voice that thrilled me to my core. Normally I am not overly inclined to aggressive dominance, but I knew that this was just one more dimension to developing the sexual chemistry the two of us shared and that we would talk about it after all of this incredible pleasure. "Yes. Taste me now, Kenton!"
I was shocked at the tone in my voice, suddenly more commanding. His eyes widened and he flashed me a smile. "Yes, sir!"
There was a teasing and playful dimension to this situation, rather than anything truly altering the power dynamics. I did feel a deeper surge of arousal at this play but all further thoughts dissolved as his tenderly moist mouth and throat surrounded me in waves of pleasure that lapped through me and carried me away on a soft, but irresistible tide. His tongue swirled around me and his strong hands lightly cupped and traced around my balls.
Water trickled in rivulets as the stream ran down over us and I drifted into an ecstatic trance, tidal power swirling through me as Kenton took me in. His throat opened around my achingly stiff penis and sending electricity through my entire frame as he easily swallowed me right to the base and slipped me almost out before plunging in again to the root. It was hypnotic and indescribably pleasurable, making me forget anything but this moment.
The intensity of the situation was growing, my body inevitably being drawn towards the explosive climax that was starting to take hold. I could feel the tingling power of Kenton's eagerly swallowing mouth and tongue that tapped and slid over me, his long-fingered hands teasing my ever rising balls. The world became a pink clouded paradise, the electric excitement coursing through me beginning to reach a fever pitch and then my whole soul exploded from the tip of my cock. I twitched, spasmed and cried out as my ejaculation rushed forth, a release that sent bolts of blinding light through me. My cum flooded Kenton's throat but he took it all in without struggling as I shook and trembled in orgasmic delight before sagging against the shower wall.
After the pleasure waves had stopped washing over me, I lay encircled in Kenton's arms in his bed. Deep peace washed over me in a calming tide as I listened to the easy rhythm of his heart, my head rest on his strong chest as he caressed my hair with long, clever fingers that were achingly tender against me. I met his eyes with mine and held them. "I love you, Kenton. I feel so damn good when I'm with you."
There was genuine warmth in his smile as he gazed at me. "I love you too, so much Steven. I couldn't imagine you not being around now. Everything we do together only makes me realize how fucking lucky I feel that we met."
I snuggled in more tightly, wanting to get as close as I could to him, as if we might merge into one being. It was the kind of connection that only comes along so often and I intended not to lose it.
Eventually we had to part ways and return to our busy lives. I felt deep regret at having to go. It was a blissful feeling every time we were together and a deeply lonely one when we had to be apart. We had grown accustomed to it, but that didn't make it any more pleasing to me.However as I got back into my routine, it helped to pass the time.
I got a call from ___________ to drop by for coffee. There was something in her tone that was strange, so I felt myself go on alert. Given her issues with me dating Kenton, I was worried about what might transpire. I still agreed to meet her because I was not going to allow anything to come between Kenton and I. Her attitude was rather upsetting to me because it seemed to discount what she knew of me as a person. I would never knowingly or intentionally do anything to sabotage anyone, especially not a person for whom I had a deep love.
It was as if I had some kind of premonition that made me dread our meeting. The sensation of imminent and unpleasant change filled me with discomfort, even if I couldn't have explained why. When I arrived at the house, Christina welcomed me in. There was no indication of anything going amiss, but I was on my guard. The place that had welcomed me so often now felt rather more uncomfortable. We sat at the familiar kitchen island and Christina poured two mugs of coffee.
I sipped at mine and she sipped at hers, silence suddenly growing between us. Eventually she opened her mouth to speak with a sigh. "I really don't want to have this conversation, Steven. I thought about putting it off, but I really can't do it any more.
My heart began to race but I took a few deep breaths and replied, "We've always been honest with each other, haven't we? You've never bullshitted me so don't start now."
Christina seemed to take a moment to gather herself before she went on. "I already tried to tell you to back off of Kenton a few times but you won't listen. Now I find out that he's been going around saying that he loves you, that you've...well, been intimate more than a few times. I have to ask you what the hell you're doing?"
Her directness was a shock to me but I had learned to try and control my anger after a childhood spent around a very angry father. "First of all, I don't take kindly to your tone but we'll leave that aside. I am not sure that it is any of your business what Kenton says about me or what we have or haven't done. He's a consenting partner in this relationship."
I got a flash of my friend's cold blue eyes. "Is he though? He's just 18. I know he's legal and everything, but he's hardly mature enough to really know what he feels or wants. He's also a budding dancer with real potential and the last thing he needs is some fling with an older guy."
My temper was getting free of its fetters now but I reined it back in. "I am pretty sure Kenton knows exactly what he wants and how he feels. As for his dancing, I have immense respect for his talent and potential. I'd never do anything that would really hurt him. Also I am precisely 7 years older than him so quit acting like I'm 50 or something. I still am not sure how this is your business though."
Her sigh was shattering. "I don't want to make it my business but if any of the dancers find out, it's gonna spread around. I am not sure that you want that to happen. Do you know who Kenton's father is?"
I shook my head at her. "Are we really going there? I would've thought that you, of all people, could give two shits less about what a guy like that really thinks."
Her tone was cutting as she raked me with a scathing glance. "Oh don't be naïve, Steven! Do you have any idea the kind of pull he has? Not to mention the fact that he provides very generous funding for the ballet company."
I held her in my own cold gaze. "Well I am sure that Kenton won't be in any rush to sabotage his own career! I am sure he knows his father better than you or I do."
Christina shot back without hesitation. "He's a teenager, he's thinking with his dick so I don't know that he's thinking at all. As for his dad, he will want to keep up appearances. I really, really should not have to be having this argument with you."
I took a slow inward breath and let it trickle from my nose. "Okay so the dancers gossip and someone mentions it. So what? Like people are going to listen to every piece of gossip from teenagers. I just don't see how you can want to interfere this badly."
There was a long silence before Christina replied. "You and Kenton aren't really thinking this through and I am not going to let you mess yourself up or mess up his dancing career. I also care a lot about the dance company and what it does for young dancers. If you won't listen to reason, I'm going to have to do something about it."
My eyebrows rose and I clenched my fists. "What are you going to do about it?"
Christina looked away from me for a moment and met my gaze. "I am going to go to the ballet company board and tell them that I feel your relationship with Kenton is inappropriate and might damage his ability to dance."
I stared at her. "What..what the fuck? I don't believe you'd do that. I thought we were friends."
She shook her head again. "We are friends, but you won't listen. I am serious, Steven, break it off or I will make you break it off."
After that, I had had enough. I got up without a word, ignoring her and walked out. I got into my car and just drove. I was numb and in shock. I didn't dare call Kenton yet and so I drove for what seemed like hours, trying to process what had happened.
I will pause the story here and when we pick it up, developments will occur to put things in a different perspective!