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!
Last time around, I told you all about my chance meeting with a young dancer named Kenton. I had drawn him for a ballet performance programme and we'd made a connection. After meeting him for coffee, I had been intoxicated by his mixture of charisma and sensuality. At the end of our date, he'd caught me in the bathroom and ambushed me with a passionate kiss. I'd been shocked and pleasantly surprised. Afterwards, I'd had a pang of guilt that I might be rushing him into something that, at 18, he might not be ready for.
However that hadn't stopped me from texting him and continuing to grow more attracted to him. Between my job as an illustrator and his demanding dance training and performance schedule, it was hard to find time to meet again. I want't sure if this was negative or positive. On the one hand, I missed being near his beauty and character in person. On the other hand, it gave me time to think about the situation and that lead to some internal debate on my part.
Part of me wanted to throw caution to the winds and just plunge into the intense passion that was clearly on offer. Another part was terrified of making the first real relationship Kenton had into something that ended up being a negative experience. I wanted the world for this beautiful boy and the thought of scarring him emotionally was not one I relished. You'll have observed by now that I tend to overthink things.
Kenton eventually made it easy for me by calling me. I was a little surprised that he had not simply texted, but he explained why once we'd been chatting for a while. "I figure that texting's not as personal. I've really been missing you and I kinda wanted to hear your voice. I find it pretty soothing to be honest. We need to meet again, maybe something a little more enjoyable than a crowded coffee shop."
I couldn't help but smile widely at his comment and the warm tone that permeated his gentle voice. "I'm guessing you had an idea about where that more enjoyable place might be? I can tell by the rather devious tone you're using."
He laughed. "I guess I can't fool you huh? Well there's this gorgeous place I know in the park near my house. It's like a hidden glade that I found when I was hiking around. I do yoga there sometimes when I want to get away from the studio and everything else. I figured we could have a picnic there and really just get to know each other."
His excitement was infectious and I grinned widely as he talked. "Okay, I guess I can swing that. It'd be nice for me to get out of my sort of studio too. I've been cooped up working on the drawings for the dance programme. I think clearing out all the mental cobwebs is a super good idea."
We worked out all of the details and I felt an undeniable rush of excitement fill me. It had been longer than I cared to admit since I'd been close to another guy in the way that I was growing to be with Kenton. In spite of my reservations about making this connection with him, I was happy to have the chance for a deeper, more meaningful connection. My previous relationship had ended in bitter acrimony and now I might have a chance to try again, to build something stronger and more lasting.
Of course, there was also the matter of the deep state of arousal in which Kenton left me. The thought of a more thorough exploration of his divine physique sent thrills of desire rushing through me. It also sent blood rushing to my urgent erection each time I thought about slipping my hungry mouth and eager hands over his sculptural flesh. I will unashamedly admit to some feverish masturbation sessions in contemplation of what a more intimate meeting might have in store for us.
Our picnic (and whatever followed) was set for Saturday of the following week. I spent much of the rest of that time working on my projects, texting Kenton and getting lost in dreaming about being near him. Naturally, it being me, I also spent some time fretting about what I might be letting myself (and him) into with my agreement to this next step. It got easier to sublimate that anxiety as the day of the event drew nearer. I could fill my mind with the intoxicating imagery of what might occur.
The day of our meeting came to life with brilliant sun and a gentle southerly breeze that teased at the trees. I met him in the parking lot near the nature reserve in which the sacred grove awaited us. He was looking stunning in a simple t-shirt and jeans, somehow their simplicity only amplified his beauty. There was a mixture of tentative waiting and deeper passion in the lines of his body. As a dancer, it seemed like he conveyed his mood simply through motion, even when he was just walking along.
I gave him a warm smile and lightly touched his hand, a soft brush of fingertips. He smiled back gently. "Here we are Steven! I'm pretty excited to be here. I'll admit that I've been kinda nervous about this all week. I guess its the fact that I've never shared this place with anyone before. It's always just been mine."
We began to walk, close to each other and I nodded in agreement. "I can see why you might be a bit nervous. It's kind of like sharing a secret with someone. You're still trying to decide if you can trust me or not. I feel honoured that you're deciding to trust me with this."
My fingers occasionally brushed against Kenton's as we walked. I admired the languid ease of his gait, powered by his strongly muscled legs and the absolute perfection of his posture. His fine-boned face was illuminated by the early afternoon sun and I had to be careful not to trip over anything in my state of captivation.
After winding down into a lush, green valley full of moss and ferns, Kenton took an abrupt turn from the path. I let him lead the way, imagining the muscles of his long legs bunching and powering him easily up the undulations over which we moved. It was both beautiful and deeply arousing to watch his flowing motion. Eventually we dropped down into a low depression after taking an unexpected turning that I would have completely bypassed without Kenton's guidance.
Shafts of sunlight streamed down through the sheltering canopy to dapple the mossy glade in which we found ourselves. I slowly turned in a circle, taking in the wooded beauty and faced Kenton with a wonder-filled smile. "This place is breath-taking! I never would have thought this was here."
The subtle scent of wild roses filled the cool air and in the background, a small stream burbled. After setting down his backpack, Kenton's bewitching green eyes caught mine and he smiled an incredibly sexy, crooked smile at me. "That's the whole idea, Steven. It's my place and I get to choose who sees it and when. I wanted to bring you here because now we're truly alone together."
My heartbeat quickened as he spoke, driven by his words and the unbearably thrilling idea of being in this hidden place with him. I knew that anything we shared here would be between us and not for the rest of the world. He took a step closer to me and ran one elegant finger down my chest. Before I could think, I moved into him and our lips met in a soft moment. His mouth opened to my hungry explorations while I felt all of the finely honed muscles of his dancer's body against me. I also felt a hot, throbbing weight against my belly as he pressed into me.
I pressed into him and gently, but with the strength in his lean body he easily held me back. "Not yet, babe. Sit back on the moss and let me dance for you first. Undress if you want while I dance for you."
I slid down slowly onto the soft, mossy forest floor and began to slip out of my clothing. My penis sprung free from my underwear, standing stiff and oozing lubrication, as my eyes were riveted by what my stunning dancer boy was doing. He was slowly, sensually slipping from his clothing in a writhing movement that was sinuous and powerful. My eyes went wide at the length and girth of his beautiful uncut penis, standing stiff and proud as he moved in silken grace.
Once naked, a single ray of sun limned his alabaster flesh in golden fire. The entire magnificent length of his lean, toned body was revealed to me as he moved into a gracefully flowing dance. His lean, flat abs flexed and relaxed while his long, incredibly toned and muscled legs flexed and extended. I watched him effortlessly slip into a split, sinking down until both legs were out flat, he spun to his feet and I could see the corded, powerful back muscles ripple as he moved.
His strong, long arms supported him as he vaulted from them and began slipping across the clearing toward me now. His legs seemed sculpted from marble and his crimson hair flashed fire in the sunlight. I was intensely, throbbingly erect and every breath of breeze made my cock jump and twitch, copiously oozing precum as I watched his fluid progress across the mossy carpet.
With ease borne of strength and flexibility, Kenton slid onto all fours and stalked toward me like a big cat. He was all strength and feline grace as he slid up between my legs, opening them to slip between them. His weight was on me and despite the fact that I go to the gym three times a week and consider myself fit, he easily pushed me back to the mossy ground. His eager, delicious mouth was on mine, devouring me as our tongues slipped together.
I felt his long, lithe body slipping on mine and our two stiff, wet penises slid one on the other. We were both pouring lubrication, causing us to rub wetly together and both of us moaned eagerly into the kiss. I have to confess that I had completely lost any inhibitions at that moment. I was motivated by raw, unadulterated passion and it wasn't my brain that was in control as Kenton's intensely beautiful body touched mine.
Eventually the kiss broke and my beautiful dancer sat back on his haunches, his stiff penis like a marble column as it stood proudly to attention. I sat up and moved to my knees as he moved closer to me. Tentatively, even a little nervously I reached out to touch his erect penis. It was like hot, moist silk in my hand and he shuddered and gasped as I lightly caressed it, tugging softly on his foreskin. I could feel the silky texture sliding easily through my hand and the moisture it left on my fingers and palm.
Easily he leaned forward while on his knees, his incredible flexibility making it simple, kissing me and tapping his tongue on mine. I began to stroke more intensely as he slipped around to sit next to me. I felt his strong, warm hand begin to also tease and stroke my own pulsating cock as it lubricated his hand. I nibbled on his ear as I stroked him smoothly, feeling how hard and hot his length was on my flesh. He moaned again, closing his eyes and arching his back in an architectural curve.
As we grasped one another's achingly stiff erections, we seemed to form a rhythmic motion that echoed each other, our hands caressing one another in a beat that grew increasingly intense as the pleasure began to grow in both of us. Now his warm, wet tongue darted out to run against my neck and I felt his teeth graze the soft skin there. A crescendo was starting to build for us both.
His pale, milky skin began to flush red on his muscled chest and I watched his perfectly defined abdominal muscles form a prominent wall as he was seized by the deep pleasure. My own body was growing taut as the pleasure tingled in me. My full balls began to rise upward as the pleasure built to a towering peak.
Eventually neither of us could hold back and with two loud shouts of unbridled pleasure, our orgasms hit us in a wave. Cum fountained up over Kenton's head and I erupted all over my chest and neck. Pleasure shattered us and reformed us as we both collapsed on the mossy carpet underneath us. For a long while, we lay in the dappled sunlight, clasping hands and being close to one another. Nobody spoke until Kenton rolled over and kissed me softly, with deep tenderness.
I smiled at him. "Not sure I expected that, but I am glad it happened."
His grin was warm and full of joy. "Me too, Steven. It was exactly what I was hoping for."
We used the wet wipes and towels that Kenton had brought with him to clean up. The hike back out was full of easy banter and the occasional kiss. I found it difficult to part from him but he promised to call me that evening. Driving home, my mind continually replayed what had happened between us. It was a memory that I didn't know would be one of the best I'd have for a while. As in all things, a change was about to come.