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Am I Just Using Him? - Chapter 7
"You are so messy," Milan giggles and wipes his finger along one of the drops of cum on my shoulder. Sensually he moves the finger to his mouth and sucks on it. "Wanna taste?"
I just roll my eyes. How can I be more exhausted than he is?
"So boring." The boy pushes me off of him and jumps up from the couch. "Let's take a shower."
"I can't move."
He laughs. "You're such a wimp. Come on!" He grabs my arm and tries to pull me up, but I'm too heavy.
I help him a little bit by pushing against the couch with my other hand, so he manages to launch me up, right into his arms. He almost tumbles over by the force, but barely manages to remain standing. I use the confusion to kiss him. "I'm glad you're so happy."
"Of course I am. This was the best day of my life! I love... Uhh thanks."
I smile. Two days ago I would've flinched if I caught him saying it out loud, but a lot has changed in the meantime. I may even like it. Just a little bit. "You can say it."
For a moment he looks puzzled, but then he smiles. "I love you," he whispers. "And now, let's take a shower."
"Yeah, cool!" I'm happy he doesn't notice my dick got semi hard again.
Bare-assed the boy rushes upstairs, his dick wiggling with every step and his stomach still covered with cum. I run behind him, the cold air reminding me of the slowly drying jizz on my shoulders. When I enter the bathroom the shower is already running. The naked boy hugs me again.
"Thanks," he says.
"Dude, it's okay. You don't have to thank me every time I make you cum."
He lights up. "Every time? This time wasn't the only time?"
"You should see how happy you are," I say, holding him close. "How could I decide against doing it again when I know how it makes you feel?"
"You're amazing." He presses his mouth against mine and his tongue against my lips. I open up and feel it immediately enter. Milan moans. After a minute our mouths part. "I could do this all day."
I laugh. "We've been doing it all day."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." His gaze wanders down. "Little Dan is excited for the shower, isn't he?"
I blush a little. "Shower should be warmed up," I comment and the boy immediately jumps in. I follow him and after I've gotten used to the warm water, I pull the boy into a hug, my hard dick against his still soft one. We don't do anything, we just stand here, embracing each other and enjoying the quiet. I already boned up before we entered the shower, but if I hadn't, I know that feeling his soft dick against my thigh would've gotten me rock hard in no time. For some reason I think it's extremely sexy, feeling the warmth and softness. Maybe it's because I know the only reason he doesn't have an erection right now is because a few minutes ago I gave him the best orgasm in his life. His non-erection is proof of that.
Without being really conscious about it, my hand wanders down and latches onto it.
Milan chuckles. "I'm not ready yet."
"I know." I fumble with it and I feel it gradually becoming semi hard again. This is the first time I've ever felt someone else's cock grow and I have to admit, I love the feeling. Immediately I know I want and need to feel this more often.
The boy grins, but grabs my hand and moves it back to my own hard-on. "Go play with yourself." He is already getting a wad of shampoo when he notices I take his joke literally. "Damn, that's hot," he whispers as he's staring at me stroking my own dick.
"You like that?" I grin.
He nods and puts the shampoo in my hair, his eyes never leaving my shaft, and starts washing. "This is so fucking hot."
I notice his dick is hard again, something my own hand didn't manage to achieve just a second ago; he must really like it. I speed up a little, but almost immediately I stop. "I don't want you to enjoy this."
"Huh?"
"If you like me masturbating, you'll want me to do it every time. I much rather have you suck me."
The boy laughs. "So thoughtful of you."
I move my head under the shower head to rinse out my hair. Milan starts rubbing and cleaning my whole body, and obviously spends more time on my ass, balls and dick, but I think neither of us really want to do more than just playing around and caressing each other. Maybe the last few days finally were too exhausting? We may be teens, so we have quite some stamina, but it isn't infinite of course. After Milan finishes washing my body, I wash him. Then we towel each other dry without saying anything. We're used to showering together by now and I love it. I prefer washing someone else than washing my own body. I'm not sure, when you're showering yourself it feels more like a chore, you know.
"Can we stay naked, please?" Milan asks.
"Sure. Why?"
"I dunno. I think seeing a naked dude making dinner may be hot." He's grinning.
"Wait. Who told you I was gonna cook?"
He shrugs, turns around and bend forwards, offering me a glance at his hole and then turns back again. "You see that? Still want it?"
I swallow. I think this was the first time I really took a good look at... pretty much any asshole really. I've never seen one, I think. It's weird, we all have one, but even when someone is naked you never really see the hole, the cheeks cover it. I smile at him. "I can blackmail as well. Want me to ever suck your cock again?"
"Okay, you win," he immediately says, obviously expecting my comeback. We head downstairs and start making dinner together. It's a simple meal, spaghetti bolognese. Like Milan suggested, we're naked. He's cutting the vegetables and I'm boiling some water.
"Wait, I've got an idea," I suddenly say.
Milan looks at me questioningly.
"Be right back." I rush to the garden door, but then I hesitate. I'm still butt-naked and if my neighbours were looking, they'd be able to see me. I notice Milan is looking at me with a huge grin, his eyes definitely asking me whether I was sure about going out. I open the door, dash outside and enter our little shed. I come out again with my dad's apron. Once I'm safely inside again and once I stopped wondering whether my neighbours would ever speak up if they had seen me running in the backyard naked, I put it on the straps of the apron on my ass cheeks.
Milan practically gasps for air. "That's hot!"
"I thought so." I put my hands on his hips and kiss him sensually. Both our dicks are hard, but still neither of us really feel like doing anything with it.
"This is a mental image I'm never going to forget," the boy says as I mix the pasta with the sauce. "I'm going jack off to this memory so many times!"
A shiver runs down my spine. Only imagining him masturbating while thinking about me is so freaking hot! Damn. "Why would you even jack off anymore? You got me."
Milan smiles. "I don't think you'll be around three times a day, will you?"
"Three times?!"
"What can I say... I like it?"
I laugh and serve us two plates, which we take to the living room. After we finish our meal, during which we kept talking about upcoming hot sexual experiences, we wash the dishes and go back to the living room. Since we ate quite late, because of our sex and shower session, it's already nine PM when I turn on the TV and look for a simple show for us to watch. Milan is still naked and I'm wearing the apron.
The boy isn't even looking at the TV, I notice, he's constantly staring at my crotch. "You know, you can see your dick move on your heart beat."
Grinning, I reply: "yeah, well, it's still a bit boned up, I guess. It never went down." I see his dick is thicker as well. "You finally ready again?" I ask.
Even if he hadn't replied, his cock did for him, raising a few centimeters even before I even finished the sentence.
"Sort of," he admits. "Did I tell you I like the apron?"
I grin. "You did, yeah."
Milan grabs my dick through the fabric and massages it for a few seconds, but then releases it again. "But, I think we should slow down with the sex now. Otherwise tomorrow will be too cold turkey." His dick is completely hard now.
"Aww. Seriously?"
He smiles. "Yeah. Let's just watch something on TV. What's on?"
He is such a bully, honestly. First he makes me all hot again, but then he stops. I look at his dick and wonder whether I could suck it now, but instead I open the guide on the television and look for a comedy show. The first ten minutes of The Office are enjoyable and both our cocks soften again, but then my mind wanders off.
"What about next week?" I ask.
"What about it?"
I notice I'm starting to feel a little uncomfortable. "Well, I mean... will we still see each other?"
"Of course! We're attending the same school, remember?"
I force myself to smile. "You know what I mean. After school."
"You're talking about a date!" The cute boy grins.
For a split second I look at his dick again and I swallow. I know Milan is just playing with me, but he must also know I find it difficult when he makes these remarks. I'm not gay.
"Oh, I get it," he continues teasing, "you're not talking about seeing ME this week, but you wanna see my bottom half." He raises his hips a little, as if I didn't know what he was talking about.
"Dude, come on."
He giggles. "You know this is just banter, right?" He turns around to look at me. "But yes, we'll see each other again. Of course we will. I'm madly in love with you."
For some reason this feels more confronting than when he says 'I love you'. Weird, isn't it, but the simple sentence 'I love you' feels in some way meaningless. Maybe because it's used a lot on television. 'I'm in love with you' on the other hand is really direct. You don't just accidentally utter those words; it's a confession. "Really?"
"I told you many times before, didn't I?" He leans in to kiss me quickly. "I think you're cool, interesting, smart and not unimportantly, really really sexy!"
A smile appears on my face despite me trying to suppress it and my heart is pounding in my chest. "But then... doesn't it hurt I can't love you back?"
"Kinda. But, you do love me, of course." He notices I'm about to deny it. "Not in a relationship manner, but as a friend. Loving isn't always about sexuality."
"I guess."
"And being your friend is good enough for me. To be honest, I always found the boundary between friendships and relationships to be quite fuzzy."
I laugh. "I always believed the main difference was that you can have sex with someone you're in a relationship with, but not with friends..."
Milan interrupts me by kissing me. "Then we're in a relationship," he whispers.
"But... you made me change my mind," I finish the sentence. "Right now I believe sex isn't reserved for relationships. Maybe you're right, the boundary between friendships and relationships are foggy. In the end it's all about what you feel. I love you, as a friend, but that's different than how I'd love a girl. Maybe I should call what I do for you 'caring', not loving."
"That's stuff to think about yeah. I think that even when you start calling a giraffe an elephant, it'll still be a giraffe."
I frown.
"It's a proverb I came up with a few years back. No matter whether you call it caring or loving, as long as I consider it the same thing, it will be like that for me."
"Maybe. But I'm not gay, I know that. So there is a difference."
The boy sighs. "Seriously, the next time you tell me you're not gay, you owe me a free blowjob!"
Grinning, I reply: "I'm not gay."
His dicks responds to that and a sly grin appears on his face. "I'm gonna save this one for later."
"Awww."
"I told you we have to slow down a bit."
I lean in to kiss him and grab his now almost fully hard dick in the process. "Are you sure about that?" I whisper directly into his mouth as I'm stroking his shaft.
For a few seconds Milan is silent, but then he gently nibbles on my lip. "I am." And he pushes me off of him. "But you're not making it easy."
"Ugh, I'm almost getting blue balls..."
He grins. "Maybe you should just jerk off."
"Ohhh, I get it... You want me to jerk off ever since the shower, don't you?"
"That would be really sneaky of me. But no, I think I'm just tired. We should go to bed." He licks his lips sensually and even though he just told me we wouldn't be having sex, going to bed suddenly seems like a great idea.
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