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So yeah. At some point the protagonist of the film and the PHD student start having sex. Oh, I forgot to mention; spoiler alert. Although, people like spoilers to be mentioned because after hearing how a movie progresses, they don't see a need in watching the movie anymore, right? In that case, this wasn't a spoiler. At least, I don't think anyone wouldn't want to watch the movie after knowing there is going to be sex. I'm sure I would still watch it!
Anyway, they have sex - nothing too visual or anything, it isn't porn - but you can hear their moans and you see their sweaty smiles. Enough to get me to bone up. I involuntarily visualise it's Milan and me instead of Elio and Oliver. And I don't dislike that vision! You would expect I would be disgusted to imagine me like that, but to be honest, it's hot! Hot as fuck, quite literally.
Milan notices my excitement as well, apparently, and I see a roguish smile developing. "I told you this was a nice movie."
I nod.
He kisses my cheek. "I want you to call me by my name next time," he whispers in my ear.
I turn my head and give him a quick peck on the mouth. "Dan," I whisper and immediately try to push away the weird feeling that goes compared with saying my own name. If it wasn't for the movie, I would dive right onto him right now. But, unfortunately for him, I don't want to miss anything. Besides, as I mentioned earlier, I love to not always be thinking about sex. I may be a teenager, but believe me, even we believe in more than just sex. Milan is a great guy, I know that. I just have to get to know him better. On that topic, I don't really know anything about him or his family. I don't know where he lives, besides the fact that he lives close. I don't even know who his friends are.
The film affects me more than I would like to admit. And I'm not just talking about the sex scene. No, it's the love that was slowly developing between the two that really left me with some weird emotion. An emotion I can best describe as nostalgia, even though I obviously never experienced anything like that. It almost makes you wonder whether things like reincarnation are real.
In silence the two of us are watching the credits roll by. Those are the best movies, you know. When you even watch the white text with the names of the actors in amazement. As if those letters will help in any way processing what you just experienced. And I don't even think the movie was that good. Don't get me wrong, it was enjoyable, but it was certainly not on the level of all those other films I watched the credits of. Yet, the whole experience was just... stunning. Being able to watch it with Milan, feeling this weird nostalgic emotion and maybe even jealousy for the protagonist. Ugh, I need to shake this off.
"So?" Milan asks.
I laugh awkwardly. "I get why you got the movie on your phone."
He smiles. "Yes. Not just for Timothee, though."
I quickly glance at the screen, which is now displaying the cover image of the film. I do get it, why Milan thinks Timothee is cute. Though if I were to objectively rate guys, I still believes Milan should rate higher. I can't know for sure of course, but I feel like I can still judge boys on cuteness, even though I don't necessarily think of them as cute myself. And then Milan is cuter than the actor of 'call me by your name'. Though it's a close call.
"What do you want to do now?" Milan asks.
I shrug. "What time is it?"
"Probably around 6 PM."
"So, we could either make dinner now or do something else?" I look at the boxes of condoms. "What time do you have to leave tomorrow, by the way?"
Milan grins. "Why? You afraid you'll miss me?"
"I just want to know how many of those condoms we'll use."
"Oh, as many as you like, cutie. We can even use them as balloons!"
I laugh.
"And I don't think tomorrow is the last time we can use them anyway."
I smirk. "I know. But then I'd have to wait for another weekend."
"Awww, look at him. He's addicted to sex. No worries, we're young. You'll have enough sex, trust me! Besides, there are always the bathroom stalls at school of course."
"O, hell no!"
Milan laughs. "What's wrong? That's what those stalls are practically made for."
"And risking getting caught? No way, dude."
The boy moves closer to me and kisses me quickly. "You're cute when you're worrying, you know that?"
I roll my eyes.
"We won't get caught. People do it all the time! And the upside of both being guys is that we can use the same bathroom without looking suspicious. Believe me, we won't get caught."
"I caught you when you were jerking off," I say.
"Oh well, that was such a fuck up by me, true. It wasn't intended for you to catch me in the act."
I frown. "What do you mean?"
Milan shrugs. "Nothing."
"You didn't let you get caught on purpose, did you?"
He laughs. "What? Of course not. Why would I do that?"
"I dunno. To seduce me or whatever?"
He laughs even harder. "Do you even listen to yourself? You thought I did all of that intentionally because I knew you would practically rape me a few weeks after?"
I turn slightly red. "It wasn't like that."
"It kinda was, man. But no worries. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't like it."
As an attempt to turn around the topic of conversation, I grin and say: "yeah, you surely did."
"I can't help it," Milan whispers seductively and he starts rubbing my pants. "I just like sucking dick." He smiles as he starts kissing me. I feel happiness rising within me once again, but this time I realise why. Milan is smiling when kissing me, which you can feel even when you can't see it. It's that smile pressing against my lips telling me he is having a good time. All this while he is still rubbing.
For the first time, Milan doesn't start by unbuttoning my pants. Instead, he takes off my shirt. He kisses my nipples and then moves back up to continue our extensive kissing. "I want to feel you inside me, cutie."
"Can't do that with my clothes still on," I say and I pull down my trousers and underwear all at once. I jump out of it and continue our kiss, this time with my hard dick out in the open. Milan absentmindedly strokes me. We keep on kissing and I know it wouldn't take me long to reach my maximum with him just jerking me off. That would destroy all the fun, of course.
He is still wearing all his clothes and the moment I look in his eyes, I realise he isn't going to take them off himself. He wants me to undress him. I pull away a little, only to get him to stop masturbating me and I carefully starts dragging his shirt over his head. When his head reappears, he is smiling again. It's a face full of proudness, which makes me feel silly. Why would he be proud of me pulling off his shirt? I quietly start taking his belt. Milan kisses me again as I pull down his pants. I can't bow down to completely remove them as that would break the kiss, but I can free his dick as well. We are still kissing and the boy went back to rubbing me. Every once in a while I can feel our penises touch each other. I wonder whether that's accidental or not.
Milan stops jerking. He continues the kiss. His left hand reached for my right hand. He grabs it, guides my hand to his body and puts it on his thigh. He gently moves it upwards until it's touching his dick.
I freeze at the warm feeling. Of course, I touched him before. But that was when I was too focused on fucking him to really realise it. This time I'm one hundred percent present. I know it's his dick in my hand. He kisses me again and I try to focus my attention on that. I don't let go of his tool though. Tongues dartling around each other, his hands on the cheeks of my ass. My left hand awkwardly on the side of his upper leg and my right hand still wrapped around his manhood. Focus on the kissing. Think about the tongues.
Then the boy starts lightly thrusting his hips. He moans. I love that sound! Little by little his thrusts become more frequently. Of course our tongues are still entangled, but soon the guy is fucking my hand. I break the kiss. As his thrusts become more periodically, so do the moans.
I wonder if he's going to cum in my hand. He sure if enjoying it! And I like that. But then he stops.
Still out of breath, he pants: "how about we use one of those recently purchased condoms?"
I raise an eyebrow. "I thought you were having fun?"
He chuckles. "Sure I was. Even though you weren't doing your best really."
I have to admit, that stings a little. I am trying, having him fuck my hand is weird enough already! I think Milan saw my hurt, because he immediately adds a wink to make it less painful.
"But," he continues, "we have an whole evening still. Don't want to stop the fun that soon!"
I laugh. "Well, on the other hand, if we're done soon, we can squeeze in another session later on."
"Oh gosh, we're not gonna rush it, Dan. That's so unromantic."
I flinch at that word. "It's not meant to be romantic."
"Fine. Unsexy."
"Better," I smile.
"Anyway," Milan says as he's trying to get rid of the thin plastic wrapper of the box of condoms. "Even if we don't rush it, I bet we're going to squeeze another session in anyway."
I laugh. "I hope so."
"Damn, I can't open this stupid package."
"I thought you were an expert with condoms?" I ask.
The boy looks up from his aggravating task. "What does that mean?"
I blush. "I saw how you immediately knew where the condoms were in the shop. And I know you're experienced you are with... well, anything sexual really."
He smiles. "I've had some practice, yeah." He finally removes the wrapper. He grabs a condom and gently pushes me onto the couch.
"What do you mean?"
He looks embarrassed for a split second. "Back before my parents moved, we had this neighbour. A boy my age. We used to experiment, you know?"
I grin. "Like we're doing?"
"Kinda." He shrugs. "He never really wanted to return the favor or anything. I guess it wasn't really experimenting, but him using me."
"Oh, that sucks."
"Yes. That's when I learned that returning the favor isn't gay or anything. It's about both having fun and enjoying the amazing feeling of having sex. I decided then to never want sex without getting anything in return."
I think about that. "Yet you decided to help me out that first day, when I was drunk."
A sly grin appears. "I guess I really hoped to get anything in return, even though I didn't expect it. But look at us know!" He rolls the condom over my boner. "Please fuck me hard, cutie," he moans.
"With pleasure." I quickly kiss him and then I turn him around. Milan bends over the couch and I guide my pulsing hardon towards his cute butthole. The moment I'm correctly aligned, my dick touching his arse just gently, he launches backwards, my whole manhood immediately disappearing in him.
"Hmpfhh," he moans.
"Wow dude."
"Fuck me. Go wild, please. I need it."
I don't need more encouragement. I start to rock up and down slowly. I grab his dick from behind, this time more confident than before. I start jerking him off, but even though I'm more confident, I'm going too fast. On the hand job, I mean. I am, as requested, going wild on his butthole. After a minute I do slow down a little, as I was getting exhausted and I realised I wasn't really enjoying it a lot. When going that fast you can't really pay attention to the sensation, you're focussing too much on not collapsing. I kiss his neck as I'm gradually going up and down. My vision is a little blurred and my fingers are tingling. I sincerely don't get why people wouldn't be fucking all the time, it's really the best feeling ever.
"Don't come, please," I moan.
"Of course," is his moan.
I speed up a little and just to be sure, I let go of his cock. I grab his shoulders with both my hands as I speed up more. I'm long past the point of being able to hold my moans, so I'm groaning and panting out loud. I close my eyes and I absentmindedly realise I'm biting on my tongue. "Oh... my... fucking... god," I yell out as I cum, every word accompanied with a spurt of cum. I drop on the couch in such a clumsy way I'm sure it would've hurt my dick as it got released from his hole, if not for it being completely numb. I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath. "That was amazing," I finally manage to say. I'm not sure how much time passed since I dropped down on the couch, but I can only imagine it was a lot. "That was amazing."
Milan smiles.
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