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.”

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.