Date: Sat, 07 Jan 2023 19:35:05 +0000
From: Karl M. <moonlitrain@protonmail.com>
Subject: Fire Dancer - Chapter 2 - Connection

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!

Chapter Two - Connection


My story started with my serendipitous meeting with Kenton, a dancer who
had drawn me in with his intoxicating mixture of strength, elegance and
sensuality. He was 18 and I wasn't sure if I ought to be trying to start
anything with him, but after I drew his portrait he contrived to get my
mobile number and call me. Eventually I'd agreed to meet him for coffee.

It's hardly like I hadn't been on dates in my life before, but there was an
added layer of nervousness and anxiety as I sat in the coffee shop and
waited for Kenton. It was a combination of his relative youth and the fact
that he was one of the most beautiful human beings that I'd ever
encountered had me on edge.

My stomach fluttered and my heart rushed as I saw him move sinuously into
the space by the coffee shop door. I could see gazes following his smooth
progress, male and female, young and old. Such graceful, poised beauty
attracts attention from nearly everyone but he was here for me. It was a
thought that simultaneously intimidated and thrilled me. His eyes caught
mine and he waved in a distinctly adorable fashion.

Kenton flowed over to the table sat with pure poise. His delicate, luminous
face caught a shaft of sunlight, casting him in a crimson halo. His verdant
eyes sparkled with more light and his roseate lips broke into a
surprisingly shy smile. "I was afraid that you might not come at all. I
mean...I know it isn't exactly what you're used to."

I shook my head and gave him a gentle smile in return. "You were right, it
can't hurt for us to meet and have a coffee. There's nothing at all wrong
with talking and hanging out. Should we grab something to drink?"

He nodded his agreement and I followed him, admiring his lithe
muscularity. Every one of his motions is a study in elegance and control. I
felt uncoordinated and sloppy by comparison, even though I keep myself in
good shape. After we'd ordered and sat down again, I met his eyes and
forced myself to hold his gaze. "Thanks for convincing me to do this,
Kenton. I have to say that I truly enjoyed our last chat and honestly hoped
to keep talking."

There was pure radiance in his smile, filling me with a tingle of joy as
his emerald eyes met mine once again. "I'm so glad that you said that. It's
amazing to have a proper conversation with someone who doesn't want to just
talk about the latest Taylor Swift single."

Our conversation roamed over dance, music, art and politics. I was stunned
by the depth of intellect and subtlety in one as young as Kenton. I felt
inspired and excited by his ability to range over so many varied
subjects. As we were talking, I felt his muscled leg sliding against mine,
feeling so warm and strong. I didn't pull away and I felt him press into me
with those beautifully defined muscles. I began to slip my leg slowly up
and down on his as we talked.

His foot slid up my calf, so controlled, as he gently nudged into me. I
felt a thick heat rising between my legs as he did so, excited by the
sudden intimacy of this contact. He'd slowly been shifting his chair closer
to me as we talked, so he was pushing more of his body into me. It was
supple and lithe, I could feel the musculature under the smooth skin and to
my surprise, I didn't pull away.

Kenton's eyes met mine again and he gently nudged me with his
shoulder. "You're way more relaxed than I expected. I guess you realize it
wasn't such a big deal after all, Steven. I'm not some kid, not like you
were anticipating."

A wry smile twisted my lips. "I was being rather foolish, wasn't I? I guess
I built it up in my head when really it's not a big issue. You are
wonderfully mature in your outlook and conversation, Kenton."

Now I felt his hand softly slip across my thigh, a fleeting ghost of a
touch that caused heat to rise from my groin upwards as he winked. "You've
got to learn to trust me. I think that you and I can build quite an
intriguing friendship together."

I was momentarily tongue-tied after he'd said that. There was sexually
charged intensity in his eyes as he had gazed into mine. It was an ardor
that I didn't want to encourage too quickly, or at least a part of me
didn't. The howling wolf of desire still gnawed at me, but I tried to leash
it.

Eventually I regained my equilibrium and gave him a warm and encouraging
glance. "I believe so too. I am not going to rush you or push you. For now,
we can just build up the bond that is so clear between use and let it take
us where it will."

Once again, he pressed his lean and lithe torso close to me and I felt his
silken power.  I have to admit that it was an intensely erotic sensation
and it did not help the raging erection in my pants to settle down. Taking
in deep breaths, I manage to calm myself again. There was a mischievous
smile on his face. "I'm sorry! Am I causing some overheating?"

I turned several shades of red but managed to grin back at him. "In spite
of my best efforts to resist, yes, you are having quite an effect on me
indeed."

For a fleeting moment, I felt the velvet brush of his full lips across my
ear as he leaned in to whisper. "Oh believe me, you are having the same
effect on me."

The brief contact sent a thrill racing down my spine, causing a tingle in
the erection that I was still most definitely sporting. He let his fingers
trace over my hand under the table and then slipped them away. "I'm a
terrible flirt and tease. I hope that I'm not overdoing it, Steven. I just
feel like you're magnetic for me."

I caught his green gaze, so deep and intimate, before I replied softly. "I
feel it too. I know there's no reason we can't be doing this. You're of age
so we're not breaking any laws. I guess I just don't want to rush something
good. I imagine you haven't had any super deep relationships with guys
yet."

He nodded, a little ruefully. "Just the usual horny fooling around. I grew
up fast, for reasons I'll tell you as we get to know each other more, so I
rushed into stuff. I want more now, but I still get kinda frisky with guys
I really like."

My smile was wry as I replied, "Yeah it does work like that. I'd be a liar
if I said that I don't find you deeply attractive, but we better try to
take it slowly. I've only really been in one long term relationship and
you're just getting started with all that stuff. We'll just see where
whatever this is will take us."

After a pause, he gave me a piercing glance. "I hate to say it, but you're
right. Let's just let things go where they're going to go. I want to try
and make a connection with you, Steven."

The conversation comfortably drifted back to other topics and without much
fanfare, we'd spent nearly 3 hours in the coffeeshop. Kenton had a class
and it was nearly time for us to part ways. I excused myself to go to the
bathroom. I was just finishing off when the door opened and Kenton stalked
in like some graceful, powerful big cat. Wordlessly he propelled me
backward into one of the stalls and pressed into me. His soft, warm mouth
was on mine and I opened to him without thinking.

Our mouths were locked in a moist, deeply exploratory kiss and I moaned
into it. His tongue danced sensually with mine and then he broke the kiss
and ran a hand down my chest. "Sorry about that Steven, but I wanted to
leave you with a memory for next time. Text me later, okay?"

In one quick pivot, he turned and flowed out of the room, leaving me
dumbfounded and my pants straining with the intensity of the hardness that
they struggled to contain. I have to confess that the rest of my day was a
blur after that. I felt as if I'd been hit by an especially weighty rock
and my desire quotient was off the charts.

It took me an hour of laying in bed trying to talk myself down. I felt a
pang of guilt at giving in so easily to his charms. I was terrified of
rushing, worried that maybe he was still too young at 18 to have me
pressuring him. This was a dilemma that I often faced, given my desire for
guys younger than me. Eventually I took a deep breath and let go of all the
worries. Zen Buddhism speaks of seeing "things as they are" and accepting
them, so that was what I did.

I guess I'll leave you all here. Next time, there will be some rather...
sensual developments and an interesting moment of indecision, so please
stay tuned!

(Note - I started off calling my main character Christian, but Steven came
to me so I guess that's his name now!)