Another World 3

It was only another week before I had the chance to pleasure Kenneth again. That bitter-sweet event happened on Saturday. But on Friday, I was talking to Michelle again.
“So why didn’t you say you liked it,” she asked. “That poor dude must be crushed.”
“But Danny’s still talking to me.” I said.
“Obviously he’s hiding his embarrassment.” Michelle said, “He’s probably beating himself up every night knowing that he tried to take you by force, not knowing that you would have liked it.”
“Yeah, I might have liked it for that moment.” I said, “But then I’m gonna think about Kenneth, and it’ll be like I’m cheating on him.”
“The only person you’re cheating on is yourself, if you don’t take your chances with Danny. What Danny has to offer you is so much greater than what Kenneth will ever even think about giving you.” Michelle said, “You need to realize that Kenneth is only using you as a sperm bank. He has absolutely no intention of anything more. But Danny…he will actually make love to you like you deserve, he’ll care for every inch of your body, and he’ll let you do whatever you desire with him.”
“Yes, but I like…”
“Rough sex…I know. But from that incident at the library, it seems like Danny is capable of that. Just tell him to fuck you like a maniac, and he’ll do it.” Michelle said, “But then again, I know that you also have a soft spot for love-making, caring sex, and that’s something Kenneth will never be able to give you.”
“I wish you were here.” I said sadly, “I’d much rather make love to you than worry about any of these guys.”
“Um, I don’t know if my girlfriend will approve of that.” Michelle laughed.
“How is she, anyways?”
“Just happy and perky as always.”

By that Friday afternoon, Danny and I were done presenting our art project. After class, most of our class decided to go to the local museum of arts. Danny was always close by my side as we walked through the twisted halls of the museum. If it were anyone else, I would have gotten really annoyed by the constant proximity. But since it was Danny, it seemed kinda sweet, rather than stalkerish.

“Hey, they’re showing ‘The Art of Sexuality’ tomorrow. I heard it’s a great film about five artists in a tangled love web, and it’s about how each of them depicts their issues of love in different forms of arts.” Danny ended with his usual question, “Would you like to go see it with me tomorrow?”
“I’d love to.” I said and I saw Danny beaming, “But I…” And his smile was now flipped upside down, “I’ve already seen it.”
“Oh,” said Danny with a low voice.

So we continued to look at the art sculptures of trees with images of people, houses, or scenery subtlety etched on the barks of the wood. And then we examined the classic paintings of some French artists including Van Gogh and Cezanne, and then more contemporary paintings and abstract collages. Finally, we visited the photography section of the most obscure things in the world. For two hours, we had great discussions of our interpretations of the artworks.

Before we knew it, Danny and I were the only ones from our class left in the museum. While we were debating whether one particular picture was the shingles of a roof or a scale of the snake, one of the museum workers told us they were closing. Danny and I looked at each other and wondered where the time went. Casually, we got out the building, and Danny said he’ll walk me to my car.

At my car, I said amusingly, “You’re wrong. It’s shingles on a roof. I don’t know how you’re gonna sleep tonight knowing that you’re wrong.”
He said, “I’m sure I’m right. But would you like to go see a movie with me tomorrow?”
“I’m really sorry, but I…”
“Don’t…Don’t make excuses.” Danny shook his head, “I’ve made it painfully obvious that I really like you, Mark. I think you are the most incredible person in this world. I believe you deserve so many great things in life; I believe you deserve someone who loves you, every part of you, every single atom that makes you so amazing. You deserve someone who is willing to offer everything for your love. And I believe I can offer you all that and more. So before you turn me down. I’m gonna kiss you. I’m gonna kiss you for five minutes or even more…And at the end of those five minutes, I wanna hear your answer. And I hope it’s a good one.”

Danny held the back of my head as he pressed his lips against me. And I was warmed by the touch of his lips, and the fluids inside my body were just fizzing with emotion. Our lips massaged each other; it seemed as if they were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle coming perfectly together, and his tongue slipped through and the sweetest taste of his saliva. My back leaning against my car, my hands running passionately on his strong back. He was caressing my arm and legs just the way I like it, just the way I wished Kenneth would do to me.

And what felt way too quick for five minutes ended. As he stepped back, I was leaning towards him, to get a longer hold of his lips. Now he was looking at me with his beautiful hazel eye, and I couldn’t deny my attraction for him any longer.
I said, “I heard ‘Rainy Weather’ is really good. It premieres at 7 tomorrow.”
And he was striking his fist up into the air triumphantly and hollering out random gibberish. It was the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen a guy do. Once he settled down, he was still beaming, “I’ll pick you up at 6:30.”
“Alright.”
He pulled me in to give one quick short kiss before running, or rather skipping, to his car.

So on that Saturday, I was telling Michelle all about it.
“Finally, you got some sense back.” Michelle said. “For a while there, I thought you lost it completely. So how was the kiss?”
I couldn’t lie, “It was the best kiss I’ve ever had…” I could hear her coughing on the other end, “I mean…with a guy of course.”
“That’s right…And your best kiss ever of any gender was…?”
“You, of course, was my best kiss ever.” I declared, “So tell me, was I your best kiss ever.”

Michelle said playfully. “I’m pretty sure you were more than just my best kiss ever.” But then she said in a more serious tone, “And I can’t think of anyone better to be my first lover, and I’m grateful for that memory. Thank you.”
I was touched. “No, thank you.”
We were both silently reminiscing for a while.
“Well, call me tomorrow and tell me all about your date.”
“I sure will. Love you.”
“Love you too.”

I sat back on the couch and looked at the time. It was 5 pm. In an hour and thirty minutes, Danny would be at my house to pick me up. I decided I should go pick out a nice outfit for my first date with a guy. Fifteen minutes into my careful selection, the phone rang and I ran to the living room to pick it up.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Come over to my house now.” I recognized it was Kenneth’s voice. And he hung up the phone before I could tell him anything.

I grabbed for my keys and was heading towards the door until an image of Sean Austin, the bitch of Kenneth, flashed into my mind. In an hour or so, I should be on a great date with someone I’ll most likely have a great future with, but now I was about to mess all that up with just one lousy phone call. I took a deep breath to clear my mind, and I placed the keys back on the table and went back to my room.

Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang again. I debated whether I should pick it up, but before I knew it, I found my hands reaching for the phone.
“Hello.”
It was Kenneth again, “What the fuck dude? Where the hell are you?”
“I’m at my house.”
“Did I not fucking tell you to come over here, bitch?”
“I have a…”
“If I don’t see you in ten minutes, I’ll knock your head open the next time I see you.” Kenneth threatened. He hung up the phone.

And with that, I was out the door, into my garage, into my car and backing out into the street and turning right at the first intersection and making a left and then a right, then straight down for three miles, then a right, through the open gate. And there was Kenneth’s house getting bigger and bigger in the windshield.
I turned off the engine and got out. I hurriedly marched up to his porch and before I could even ring the doorbell, the door swung open and behind it was Kenneth already completely naked with a great huge hard-on. He pulled me inside hastily and shut the door. And told me to take my clothes off. So I stripped down, and he pushed me back on the sofa as he kneeled on the cushion with his hard-on right against my face.

“What the hell are you waiting for?” he said impatiently.
So I licked my lips and started to kiss his penis lightly.
“I don’t need that.” Kenneth said, “Just fucking suck it.”

So I opened my mouth and engulfed his manmeat. Before I knew it, he was deep in my throat and his balls were slapping against my chin and my nose was grazing at his pubis. And he was grunting out great sighs and I was coughing up muffled moans. My hands found the peaks and valleys of his abs, and I was in ecstasy running my palms all over it until he slapped them away, saying “What did I fucking tell you about touching me?”

Minutes later, his great hands were pressing against my temple, and he was moaning the all the signs of release and sure enough, he flooded my mouth like a tsunami, and I happily accepted all that he offered. It was the most intoxicating mixture of aroma and sweetness and sourness that was terribly lacking in my usual diet.

He quickly got off the couch and told me to lay back. And he pulled at my legs so my hips were off the edge of the couch. He kneeled on the floor and, without warning, he stabbed through my dark target with his 9 inch dagger. And I let out a groan of pleasure and pain at the ripping and burning sensation. And he said the way I moan makes him want to fuck me even harder. So he was thrusting in hard and fast, carelessly but skillfully. I don’t know if it was his intention, pure skill, or just pure luck, but every single thrust inward, his cock rubbed precisely against every pleasure spots in my hole, never once missing a chance to make me closer to orgasm.

It felt almost too soon when my body tensed up while my rectum squeezed against his penis, and I was spilling out what I had saved up for a week now. And with that, he came with me. I could feel his fireworks of fluids bursting and hitting against the wall of my insides and slowly seeping out to make the most incredible, sexiest slurping sound. And he continued to stab me. And with the lubrication of his cum, he was only going faster and faster now, still powerful, still pulling his whole length out and pushing it all back up the natural curve of my hole, and hitting all crucial pressure points every time, but this time, he was doing it the speed of a jackhammer.

My arms, too excited to know where to rest, were flopping around on the sofa. And my eyes must have looked hypnotized, because I was indeed in his trance. My always open mouth was running dry because I could not seem to catch a breath between my incredible moans.

He suddenly grabbed my arms and placed my fingers over his hard nipples and he said between his grunts, “Squeeze em…only thing I’ll let you touch.”
Excitedly, I used my index finger and thumb to pull at them and yank them and twist them and pushed them back in his chest and pulled them out again, and he was moaning louder and louder and cursing at how great I was with my fingers, and I felt like coming again, so we released together. But he continued right on it, never loosing speed. And I continued to squeeze his nipples, and I could see that they were turning a little red, but kept on doing it anyways.

We all came a third time, and a fourth time, and then a fifth time until he pulled out. And I thought we were done until he told me to get on my knees on the floor and lean forward on the couch. So my overwhelmed body struggled into doggy-style position. And he grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards and entered me again.
“Fucking, dang it, Mark.” Kenneth yelled, “What the hell are you doing to me? It’s like I can’t fucking cum enough inside you.”

I believe that was a compliment so I smiled in ecstasy, and he kept on grinding his sausage in my packaging unit. I closed my eyes, enjoying the unbelievable senses of his dick ramming inside me. It was only until later that I noticed Kenneth’s hands were not on my hips anymore, but rather, they were lathering all over my back. And I couldn’t believe it. Kenneth Johnson was actually enjoying a part of my body….a part where his penis couldn’t get any pleasure from. And I did not mention it to him in fear of losing that wonderful moment.

I came three more times, and him twice before he pulled his unit out of me. I was too exhausted, so I just lay on his carpet with him beside me. I rolled over to him and leaned forward to give him a kiss. He pushed me away.
He said, “You and Sean are always trying to steal kisses from me.”

That name made me sick to my stomach. I completely had no respect for Sean, and now Kenneth was comparing me with him? It was indeed very unsettling to realize that I had no respect for myself.

“What happened to Lacy this time? Why did you call me?”
“She’s just getting too religious on me. She fucking knew I didn’t believe in God, so I don’t know why the hell she’s making such a big deal about it now.” Kenneth said, “She was talking about the future and how if we were to get married and stuff, I would have to be baptized and all that crap. And I was like, “Woman, who ever said we are gonna get married.” And she said that she gave herself up to me because she knew she would marry me one day. And I laughed and told her that’s never gonna happen. Besides, I’m not gonna waste my time praying to something I don’t believe in.”

“Oh, so is it over between you too?” I asked.
“I fucking hope not. She’s got the best cunt I’ve ever fucked. And it doesn’t taste bad either.”
“You perform oral sex for her too?”
“Yeah.”
“I’d never thought of you as a giver before.”
“Whatever dude. You can leave now if you want.”

I looked at the time. It was 7:30. I felt the light happiness inside of me all subside as guilt crept into my heart and sunk my soul. I had just stood up an incredibly wonderful guy for this incredibly hot but appalling jerk. I could only guess what Michelle would say about this, and I knew it wouldn’t be pretty.