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Chapter Nine - Relief
After my disastrous conversation with Christina, I was dreading any communication with Kenton. I vacillated between despair, anger, uncertainty and self-doubt. I tend to internalize what people say to me and I began to wonder if Christina was right about the mistake I might be making. I managed to curtail that reaction but it took an effort to do so.
Kenton began to text me and wonder what I was doing, why I wasn't replying. Eventually I knew I would need to talk to him in order to avoid freezing him out and losing him. I couldn't take the stress any longer so after two days, I broke my silence and called him. He picked up and there was worry, a little suspicion and affection mingled in his sonorous voice. "Steven? What's going on? I've called and texted but you didn't answer."
I took a deep breath in and let it go. "I am sorry, Kenton. I...wasn't sure what to say or how to say it. I've hit a bit of a wall and I am not sure what I can do to get past it. I guess I should just tell you and get it over with."
I laid out Christina's story and explained her ultimatum. Kenton is a superb listener and he waited patiently to let me finish before he responded. I had expected many things but I had not expected the response I got. There was laughter bubbling up as he answered me. "She was going to do that huh? Well maybe she ought to know that I've been openly gay with my family since I was 14. My dad couldn't give a shit if I get outed more publicly."
The gloom lifted a little but I still felt hesitant and nervous. "Okay but what about you and I. How would he feel about your relationship with me? Being out is one thing but being in a relationship with someone a bit older is another."
A sigh escaped my beautiful boyfriend's lips before he replied to me. "I swear...you keep acting like you're 50 or something! You aren't that much older than I am and again my parents aren't going to care at all. They are a pretty open minded couple, so I wouldn't worry there either."
I paused. "I am happy to hear it. Now the only issue left is her threat abut going to the board of the dance company. I really don't want to jeopardize your future career, Kenton."
Kenton's shrug was apparent over the phone. "I think that a word in their ears from my dad would likely put any worries to bed there. I mean if you ask me Christina is just full of shit and maybe even jealous. How's her love life now? Maybe she envies what you and I have!"
I sat there, frozen for a moment before I responded. "Holy shit...she did just break up with her boyfriend. They were together for five years. How did I not think of that?"
My stunning boyfriend let out a warm laugh. "You were so worried about her actually having some kind of point that you forgot a way simpler explanation for why she was being a cow. She's trying to break us up out of jealousy."
I sat quietly for a moment or two more, mulling over what Kenton had told me. "I find that quite disappointing then. I really thought she'd have my back in all of this but I guess sometimes we end up finding out who are friends really are when life changes."
My lovely dancer spoke gently to me then. "Before you stop the friendship totally, maybe you need to talk to her and see if you can get her to open up about what she's actually thinking. If nothing else, have a proper conversation about what's happening and don't just drop the connection."
I felt a smile slip onto my lips in spite of how I felt about Christina. "Okay I will take that advice. Now...speaking of connection...I feel like you and I need to meet and really connect properly."
We arranged to go to a brand new restaurant that both of us were excited to try and then I would have him back to my place. His ankle injury had now healed sufficiently so he didn't need to take as many precautions which would rather improve the "connecting" we would do after returning home. I couldn't help but feel an excited rush over what would soon be happening between Kenton and I.
I found myself contemplating the general good fortune that I was finally experiencing in a relationship. I had been in a few that were amongst the most discouraging moments in my life, but now that all seemed to be in a distant past. The extraordinary sensation of being in love with and loved by Kenton was filling me, fit to burst, with passion and joy nearly unbounded. I had barely hoped that such a connection would even be realistic. Now with tentative tendrils, I was allowing my mind to explore the possibility of more.
At a more immediate level, I had never experience a physical relationship of such a high intensity. Kenton and I seemed to make a connection that was immediate and free of barriers. It was as if our bodies had been designed to fit well together and form a single entity of passion when we met. It wasn't like anything I had every experienced before and it had an addictive effect on me. I craved more and more of him and began to feel a withdrawal when we were apart for too long.
Now we would again join together into a seamless whole, a condensate of distilled pleasure. It made me aroused just thinking about it. Once we were together, I imagined the unending tide of ecstasy lifting me and carrying me with it past all worry and care. All of that energy sustained me as I waded through my hectic work schedule, longing for the weekend to come.
Saturday evening rolled around and I went to pick Kenton up and take him out for dinner. My heart soared when I watched him flow smoothly out of his front door and down the steps. I could never tire of his lithe movements unfolding in front of me. He glided into the car and planted a delicate kiss on me, letting his long fingers trace over my neck. I felt a delicious shiver run down my body. "Oh damn that feels so good, Kenton. I've missed you more than I can say."
His emerald eyes caught mine and held them. "I have ached for you, I have to admit it. Never do that kind of thing to me again! If nothing else, we can always talk things out. I am sure that no matter what gets in our way, we can deal with it!"
The evening proceeded from there, bursting with enjoyment and excitement, but there was a tension that underpinned all of our interactions that night. I could feel the deep desire bubbling up from hidden wells and threatening to overwhelm us. Soon we would have to release it and let it run rampant. The thought of it alone caused a quickening and a stiffening of my penis as I gazed over at Kenton.
Our drive back to my place felt like a eternity and my sexy dancer kept slipping his strong hand across my lap and squeezing the shape that was making a very clear impression in my pants. I moaned and warned him that he was going to cause an accident if I was distracted like that while driving. He just giggled and nibbled at my earlobe in reply. One thing he certainly had skill with was teasing me.
Once we'd made it up to my apartment, the passion smashed into us like a tide breaking. I fell onto my couch with Kenton's strong, lithe body over me. Our mouths were locked together and the kiss we shared was incandescent as his questing tongue slid over mine and mine brushed against his. His body was strong and warm against me as my fingers fumbled with his belt, seeking to release the stiff heat of his throbbing hard on. His own clever fingers worked at my zipper, each touch of his hand making my erect cock jump and pulsate, leaving precum traces on my underwear. My elegant dancer wriggled his slim hips and tugged his boxer briefs down further, releasing himself and our naked skin was touching.
His penis was like liquid fire in my hand, pulsating and thick, oozing lubrication as I held it and our mouths locked hungrily. I had managed to work myself out of my own pants and underwear and my erect cock throbbed against my belly and copiously oozed precum. Now we were both wet and slick, stroking one another and feeling how hard our arousal was making both of us. I suckled his tongue and squeezed his taut, tight bottom with abandon as he whimpered and gasped.
I was enjoying his weight on me and I moaned that I wanted to taste his penis and feel it inside my hungry mouth. A wicked smile came across his incredibly delicate features as he slid up me with all the muscled ease in his dancer's body. I opened to him and he took a hold of me and slid in. There was a strength and a surge of dominance in Kenton as he slid his hot length into my throat. Now I accommodated it with ease and the wet noises of his pleasure grew more intense.
I was in his control and the way in which he took me over was intensely sensual. I relaxed my throat and felt him burying his cock fully in me, pushing in as deeply as he could before sliding out again. His strong body drove his pulsating length fully inside with long thrusts and I teased his heavy balls with my fingers. Seeing his flat belly flexing and rippling as his shirt rose up only added to the thrill of it. This was sweaty and wild, full of the need that drove both of us.
Now Kenton's motions grew faster and more aggressive as his pleasure began to reach a crescendo. I had to relax fully as he groaned and gasped, flexed and thrust with all of his considerable force and buried his thick penis to the hilt inside my slick throat. I could feel his full balls rising and growing tighter in my hands and he let out a moan of my name as he began to cum hard. His abs moved like steel rope as they flexed and his cock jumped and jerked as he spent his hot seed deep down my throat.
In spite of all of his exertions, his fitness allowed him to simply take a breath and slip down my body. I watched his lustful eyes as he slipped my pants off and took hold of my achingly stiff penis that was absolutely soaked in precum. His quick, pink tongue darted out to lap up a dewdrop of it and slowly savour it. I was massively aroused by the way in which his eyes remained locked on mine while his tongue swirled around my swollen cockhead.
He didn't take me in but rather licked and stroked me. His flexible body wrapped around me, entwining me and enfolding me in his limbs as he slipped just the head of me into his eager and beautiful mouth. I shuddered and gasped in ecstasy. He let his strong hand stroke me easily, making my penis twitch as his tongue kept trailing around the glans of me. I sighed and thrust my hips forward.
Kenton was keeping me simmering on the edge of orgasm now, expertly watching the signs in me. I felt urgency and restraint at war in me as he controlled me and made me whimper in deep pleasure. Lightning bolts were running through me and I was groaning deeply. With me held in his powerful embrace, Kenton was going to send me flying into the heavens at his discretion.
Eventually my gorgeous dancer relented and took me over the edge, I was a flying being of light as my world dissolved into explosive pleasure. I was lost in it and returning to my physicality was a jolt. Now I found myself being carried by Kenton like I was a light bundle and laid in bed. He slid into bed with me and wrapped his arms around me. I began to drift away softly, back into the dream of our love.
Next time, Kenton and I take a major step. It brings us together in a way that exceeds anything that we could possibly have anticipated.