Another World 3

Story still told by Mark:

I hated Kenneth’s guts for treating me like a sexual commodity at the rec. center, but after listening to him talk about Lacy, I realized he actually had a heart and soul. And so I secretly forgave him, but still did not want to sit by him in class. Then one day, Kenneth came over and plopped himself in a chair next to me. I thought about it and decided not to move. And everyday after that, I would hear Kenneth talk non-stop about Lacy, and I just sat there staring dully at the professor while my insides were all twisted and tangle in a complex mass of emotions. I was attracted now more than ever to him, but the reason for my attraction was the very reason I may never have sex with Kenneth again. Thankfully, I had someone with whom I could relay all my anguish.

Michelle Elms was my girlfriend for most of High School, but now she was studying out-of-state at an all-girls university. She was the one person who understood everything about me. If there ever were such a thing called soul-mate, she was definitely mine. We broke up amicably, purely due to the distance. We still set aside a great part of our heart for each other, and if there were one thing I was sure about in life, I was sure that I loved her when we went out and still love her to this day.

“Wasn’t Danny on your list?” she asked me.
Most everyone at school had a list. The list was our top five girls and top five boys we would like to get with one day. When Michelle and I revealed our lists, we were somewhat surprised to find that both lists were pretty much the same. Of course, she had me at the top on the guys list, and I had her at the top in my girls list, but basically it was the same. I wonder how her list has changed, now that she has broadened her horizon.

“Yes, he still is.” I said.
“Then it’s perfectly reasonable of him to be that persistent.” She said.
“But the list doesn’t really measure magnitude of how much I like them.” I said, “Kenneth is like 80%, Danny is only 15%.”
“What about me, on the girl’s list?”
“You’re 100%, babe.” I said.
“You better not be lying.” She snorts, “But seriously, 15% is a great odd to buy a lottery ticket. Danny is an awesome guy, and he’ll definitely treat you right. Forget about Kenneth. He’s a jerk…an unbelievably hot jerk…but still a jerk. The next time Danny asks you out, say Yes, or will I have to fly over there to teach you a lesson.”
“Um, why don’t you fly over here and teach me a lesson right now. I’ve been missing those lessons of yours.” I said.
“You wish.” Michelle said, “But I gots to goes eats my dinners. I love you. Bye.”
“I love you too.”

It was a dreary Friday afternoon. The thick blanket of cloud was the only thing that could be seen in the sky. It was drizzling just before I walked swiftly into the library. Danny and I had a meeting there to do research for a project in art class together. I saw Danny sitting at one of the computers and approached him.
“I’ve searched for some books that may be helpful.” He said.
“Awesome. I have a list of a few books as well.”

Danny finished scribbling down the call numbers, and we went up to the stacks to search for our books. There’s a funny little observation that students at my school have said about the stacks. The higher you go up, the more likely you’ll find couples making out or even having sex. And if you don’t find any other couples making out, it’s because you’ll be the ones doing it. The arts books were stacked at the very top level. And we saw no one making out or doing it.

Thirty minutes into searching, we each had five books in our possession. And Danny asked, “Would you like to go see a movie with me tomorrow?”
I said, “That’s sweet. But my uncle is coming over tomorrow.”
“What’s your uncle’s name?”
“Bill.”
“Is he the brother of your mother or father?”
“Father.”
“Why is he coming over?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, “Have a cookout with dad, probably.”
Danny abruptly changed subject. “How was your aunt?”
“What?”
“You said your aunt came over last week. How was she?”
“Oh, she’s doing great?”
“What’s your uncle’s name again?”
“I said…Bill. What’s with the questions?”

He pulled my arms and drew me closer to him, making me drop all my books. And he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight as he backed me up against the bookshelf and he leaned forward and kissed me with longing affection. And I really did not struggle at all. I was entranced by his wonderfully tender lips, and the way his hands moved all over my body. I knew he desperately wanted to explore them further, un-hindered by my clothing, and I wanted to explore his body as well. But then he backed away, sucking all the pleasures out from my body, and said he was sorry. He bent down to pick up the books.

I could have and should have told him that I did not mind. I rather enjoyed him being so compulsive. I wanted him to kiss me again, not only that I wanted him to use me violently like Kenneth would have. But I didn’t. And instead, I said, “I think 10 books are enough, don’t you?”

So that evening when Danny and I parted ways, I was kicking myself in the rear as I walked to the car in the torrential downpour. I was cursing myself as I got in the car and drove home. And I couldn’t believe I made Danny feel bad even though he had no reason to be. I was so furious with myself and did not notice the red truck parked relatively far away from the house. When I got inside the house, I was very surprised to see Kenneth chatting with my parents.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Can we talk in your room?”

So we went to my room, and my heart began to beat loudly. The last time he was in my room was my first time with him, my first time with a guy ever. Would today be the day, after a month and a half of waiting, he was going to fuck me again? He told me to shut the door, and immediately unzipped his pants. So I slammed the door shut and locked it, my hands trembling with excitement. He pulled down his pants and boxer short. And he told me to suck him. His straightforward order made me feel like Sean Austin, but I kneeled down in front of him nevertheless.

His beautiful engorged, cut cock was already glistening with precum on his arrow-shaped purple head. And he ran his hands through my hair and pushed down my head onto his throbbing cock. I opened my mouth as wide as possible to take it all in. And he kept pushing down my head down with his big strong hands, and the tip of his cock was now abusing my uvula. He began bucking his hips, and I was choking.
“Oh, come on. Do something,” he yelled.

So I closed my eyes and thought out my plan of attack. I closed lips around his shaft and used the back of my throat, my hard and soft palate, my tongue, my cheeks to create a powerful vacuum from deep inside my lungs to slowly suck out his manly essence.

I knew my plan was working because he was sighing deeply and throatily. Then he exclaimed between heavy breaths that I was doing an amazing job. Perhaps it was the moment, or perhaps he meant it. But that only encouraged me more. And he kept on bucking and I kept on sucking, lathering, massaging, wringing, choking, but not caring, and enjoying the excess of precum. I was rattling his balls now, and he seemed to like it even more. And my hands found his well-formed buttocks and I held them tightly as his cock continued to stuff my breathing tube. And soon my curious fingers were between his buttcheeks. He asked me what the fuck I was doing. I continued to dig deeper between his buttcheeks until I found the hole, and he was breathing out harder now. I stuck a finger through it, but he immediately yanked my hand away. And his legs began to tremble, and so did his arms and torso, and all of his body, and now he moaned in the sexiest, loudest moan that I knew that he was about to release. He flooded my mouth with a gallon of his hot, sticky semen. I eagerly gulped them all down as more and more continued to spill out; it seemed as if each subsequent squirt was more powerful and juicier than the last.

Kenneth said bitterly upon his last squirt, “It would have been almost fucking perfect, if you hadn’t tried to stick your damn fingers in me. What the hell were you thinking? If I want you to blow me, then all you got to do is blow me, not fondle around. If I want to fuck you, all you have to do is give me your asshole. You don’t fucking need to touch me. You got that?”
I nodded.

Then Kenneth said enthusiastically, “But oh my god, dude. You were fucking wicked with all those things you did. It was insane. If only the other guys would believe…and you actually drank all my cum! Damn, you must be thirsty.”
“Why did you come here tonight?” I asked. “What happened with Lacy?”
“She’s only letting us do it once a week, and since she’s got a nasty period since Thursday, that means I’m not gonna get any action from her for two straight weeks.” Kenneth said, “Does that answer your question?”
I nodded.
“So why don’t you wanna show the other guys how great you are?”
“The only guy who deserves me is you.”