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Chapter 8:
"The last night," Milan says as he gets in bed. He lifts my side of the blanket, showing me a quick glance at his soft dick. For some reason I find anything non-sexual with him really hot. I know, it's weird right? When he was soft in the shower, I was completely turned-on and now again, when he's getting ready to sleep, I'm feeling this sexual energy inside of me. As if the most unreachable is automatically the sexiest.
"For now," I say as I lie down next to him. "But we'll see each other soon!"
He smiles. "Sure."
"This was the best weekend of my life. I'm so happy we... befriended."
The boy grins. "You can call it that."
I lean on my left arm as I turn towards him, looking deep into his green eyes. Quickly I kiss his cheek. "Thank you for showing me... friendship." I swallow. I want to tell him how much I appreciate having him here, but there simply are no words for what I feel. How come no one ever thought of a word for this?
"What's wrong?" I ask.
Milan shrugs. "Nothing. I think I'm just tired."
"Yeah, me too."
"Sleep well, cutie. See you tomorrow." He doesn't wait for my reply, but turns his back towards me and pulls his end of the blanket up to his chin.
A little confused I drape my arm around him, my hand touching his upper arm. I hug him close. "Sleep well." I keep him close to me until he falls asleep. I love having him close to me, his naked body against mine. While listening to his rhythmic breathing, I realise what word I was looking for. Trust. After this weekend, I trust Milan with everything I have. I feel safe around him. As if he's family, I guess.
I wake up in the middle of the night, immediately feeling the emptiness next to me. My eyes still half closed, I look aside, only to find no one. Confused I get up, rub my eyes and walk downstairs. There I find the boy on the couch, drinking a glass of milk. He's wearing his boxers again, whereas I'm still undressed.
"Hi," I say with a hoarse voice.
"Hey."
"Couldn't sleep?"
He nods.
I sit down next to him. "What's wrong?"
Milan shrugs.
I decide not to say anything else, but instead listen to the silence. More than once, I find myself glancing over at him. Damn, he's really handsome, even I can tell that. I'm sure many people must be attracted to him.
"It's so weird that tonight is the last night, you know?"
I grin. "Don't be dramatic, it's not the last night forever."
"How can you be so sure? How do you know you won't back off once we're at school again, when you realise the bubble we've been living in this weekend? How do you know you won't regret all that we did?"
"I just know, Milan. This is not a mistake."
He closes his eyes and sighs. "Still, this won't be forever either. You'll find a girlfriend some day, soon probably, and then we have to stop this. Whatever this is."
Admittedly, I haven't even thought about that till now. "We'll stay friends. Good friends. Close friends."
"That's different!"
I raise an eyebrow. "Is it? Weren't you the one who said there is almost no boundary between this and being friends?"
He sighs again. "I'm not sure anymore. I like you, Dan. I like you a lot. You know that. So this hurts."
I frown. "What does?"
"I feel like it's only about the sex. Like we're helping each other out, and that's all. Getting off. If I had known it'd be like this, I would never have... wanted this."
I put my hand on his, squeezing it tight. "Neither of us ever planned for this. It happened and we like it." I feel a little nauseous for saying something this mealy-mouthed, but I know it's what he needs right now.
For a second it looks like he wants to speak up, but he changes his mind quickly.
"It's not only about the sex for me." I continue. "Is that why you've been holding off?"
He nods slowly, as if he was still trying to figure out his own intentions.
"Milan, listen to me. It's not only about that. We became really close friends, with or without the... fun. I would still kiss you, hug you, hold you close while we sleep. Even without the rest. Even if I get a girlfriend."
"Really?!"
"Yeah, of course!"
A smile spreads across his face. "Thanks, Dan. Really."
I hug him, to which my dick reacts slightly. It's probably the first time this weekend I actually didn't want my hormones to act up.
"You didn't just say this so we can have... fun again, did you?" Milan asks as he pulls away.
"No, of course not!"
The smile changes into a grin. "Good. I don't want you to feel like saying goofy stuff really works." He licks his lips.
My dick involuntarily twitches again. "What'cha mean?"
"Oh, I think you know what I meant," is his response, his eyes pointing towards my hardening dick. I swear, sometimes this guy talks as if he's starring in a porn movie or the main character of an erotic story. Fortunately, his boxers are tenting as well. It feels like it's so long ago we had sex. It's weird to imagine what my life looked like only a few weeks ago, when I didn't really know what sex was yet. How did I survive being a virgin?
Milan leans towards me, his mouth half open and his tongue already moving forward. I lean in as well, closing my eyes and expecting to kiss, so I'm confused when our mouths don't don't touch. Instead, the boy licks my lips.
"What the hell are you doing," I giggle.
He shrugs and licks my left cheek. "I just feel like licking you."
"You're crazy." I turn my head a little so he can also reach my other side. With both my hands I grab his underwear and pull it down when the boy lifts his hips a little, revealing his erect dick. I'm slightly disappointed he's hard, I wanted to see him like in the shower again.
"I'm going to make you feel so amazing, you surely want to keep me around when you have a girlfriend," Milan says as he pulls my head up, tearing my gaze away from his genitals and kissing me.
We're still awkwardly sat on the couch; our legs like they are when you're looking straight ahead, our bodies turned ever so slightly, lips touching, our hands caressing each other's backs and our tongues entangled in an endless dance.
Milan moans, injecting me with another level of excitement. I grab his dick. Finally... I've been aching for this. To make him feel loved again. To finally finish what I failed ending last time.
As I stop the kiss and separate from him, I make sure to lick his lips just like he licked mine. "And I'll make you feel so good you never want to look for another boyfriend," I say and I immediately duck down, without even realising what I had said.
I take his dick in my mouth without hesitation. At this point I'm so horny, I don't even realise I've actually been aching to do this.
Milan moans.
For a second I try to take in the taste and more importantly, the smell. The smell of a horny teenage boy. The taste of hormones and pheromones all over his body, trying to win me over. I want to make him feel the best he ever did. I want this last night to be the best in his life - in our life - ever.
I start slowly, first with my tongue around the tip of his dick, playing with the slit and getting him ready for the rest to come. I grab the base of his dick softly and gently stroke it. I'm not even really touching it, only a little, like one would pet an animal. Meanwhile, my tongue is tracing circles around the edge of his glans.
"Hnngh."
With my left hand I grab his balls and play with them, while I take his whole dick in my mouth. Last time I hadn't done this, so as I move down, I realise his penis is much larger than I anticipated, and it hits the back of my mouth. I'm happy I'm positioned the way I am, because if it hit me in the throat, I'm not sure how I would have reacted. Subconsciously I promise myself to learn how to take him in whole.
My left hand traces his balls towards his butthole, going up and down a few times along the sensitive skin in between. I push a little, causing another cute moan to arise.
"I... fucking..." He sighs. "I... ughh... love... you..." A moan.
Seriously, at this point that simple comment almost pushed me over the edge. That would have been a weird thing to explain.
I put my index finger in his hole and yet another moan fills the room. If I wasn't doing this to make Milan feel good, I surely would be doing this to hear those moans. I keep fingering him a little while as I suck his dick, but after a minute the boy pulls me away and towards him.
"I wish I could kiss you while having sex," he says and he kisses me. "I want to kiss you even when I'm asleep." Another kiss. "I want to kiss you when people are watching."
I know I should've hated that comment, but for some reason it sounds slightly sexy, to be kissing out in the open.
Milan kisses my shoulder. "I wanna to kiss you even when you're not here." He kisses my left nipple and spends a little time circling with his tongue around it as he massages my right nipple with his hands. "I wanna kiss you in a bath. I wanna kiss you swimming naked in the sea. I wanna kiss you while I'm sucking your dick. I wanna kiss you as you're fucking me like you want babies with me." Slowly, he kisses his way down. Just before he arrives at my dick, he looks up at me. This angle, with his head next to my dick, looking up with his cute smile. That must be his best angle.
Involuntarily I push my hips a little up, the tip of my dick just touching his chin.
"Turn around, baby boy," Milan says in an intentionally sexy way.
I frown. What is he planning on doing? Hesitantly, I turn around, my ass sticking up in the air as I'm kneeling down on the couch. I feel uncomfortably vulnerable this way. But I said I trust Milan, which is the truth.
"Hmmm," the boy says. He licks my asshole and without realising it, I moan. I have just enough time to wonder how I would ever explain this to my dad if he were to catch us in the act, when Milan licks another time. His tongue wiggles around the hole a little. Through my legs, he grabs my dick.
I moan again.
He puts some pressure on his tongue, as if he wants to split my tight ass just with his mouth. As he slowly jerks me off, he keeps focusing most his attention to my derriere. After a minute or so, he stops. He's breathing heavily, but keeps pumping my cock. With his other hand, he massages my now wet hole, his index finger disappearing in it every once in a while. I'm honestly in heaven now. It's like I'm on drugs. Every time his finger enters the hole, he accompanies it with an extra rough stroke of my dick. It synergizes like a music clip with a good song.
Still fingering me, he pushes himself up to level with me, while I'm still squatted down in front of me. He kisses my neck as he thrusts both his index and middle finger in my hole.
"Hmphh," I moan.
Milan kisses the other side of my neck, gently sucking on my skin. The hand that was just fingering me reaches out to my dick. From behind he jacks me off, his dick now touching my somewhat opened asshole. Slowly, he starts humping me from behind. I find it extremely sexy, and I don't really care that he's so close to doing something really gay. I want us to feel good, no matter what.
When I feel getting close to cumming, I move away from underneath my new best friend and I turn around to face him. Even though it's the middle of the night, I don't feel tired at all. I kiss Milan again. And another time. The guy takes hold of my dick again, but I pull his hand away. A few more strokes and I would reach my climax. We embrace each other and my desire to taste him drives me to keep looking for more exciting ways to enter his mouth. During our kiss, we sometimes just stop, our tongues still touching in the middle of the air. Those are the best kisses, I think; when you're enjoying the kiss so much you forget to continue. It's only when the cold surrounding air reminds you your tongue is getting dry, you continue the kiss.
Maybe that's what I like about being with Milan. I completely forget about my surroundings. I forget about being teenager, about being a straight popular guy in highschool. When I'm with him, I'm not who I thought I was. And I love it.
I push the boy down until he's lying in front of me, completely flat apart for his dick, proudly pointing towards the ceiling. A ceiling where - by the way - a camera is still attached to. One that's recording videos I really shouldn't forget to delete tomorrow!
After I kiss him once more, I do exactly what he did before. I slowly kiss my way down. Contrary to Milan, I don't spend much time on my journey down, the goal I have in mind is way too important. I want to feel his dick in my mouth again. I want to make him moan by moving my tongue.
When my mouth envelops his cock for the second time this night, a moan echoes through the room. "Duuudeee. You're..." He catches his breath for a second. "Amazing," he finally sighs.
I smile, though I would be surprised if it was visible from the outside.
"I want you..."
I look up to him, hopefully resulting in an equally sexy cock-in-the-mouth view I liked so much about Milan. My hands found its way to his ass again, massaging both cheeks. I want to finger him like he did me. I want to do to him what I like so much.
"I want... you... to keep your mouth... there..." He sighs and moans. "Hnngph... always. Always!"
Abruptly, I stop sucking him, but I keep on massaging his asshole. "And I want you to stop talking," I smile. "And focus on cumming."
He grins and places his hands in my head, gently pushing me down. Gratefully I take his manhood in my mouth again and swirl my tongue around the head. When after a minute or so, I hear his breathing speed up, I know I'm finally about to achieve what I have wanted for so long. Just in time; my mouth started cramping a little. I think giving head is something you have to train. Something I surely want to do!
I put another finger in his hole, trying to mimic what it must have felt like when I fucked him. Gosh, I wish I could fuck him and suck him at the same time. I speed up going up and down on his dick.
"Ughh..."
I speed up even more, feeling some drops of sweat going down my forehead. Who could've thought this was so exhausting? I look up at the beautiful boy. His lips are tightly pressed together, his eyes staring at the ceiling as if he hopes to catch a glance of some heaven and both his hands clenching into the fabric of the couch. It looks like he is focusing so much on feeling good.
I want to scream to him to cum. I want him to cum in my mouth. I never wanted anything this bad. But I also don't want to stop sucking him off.
As if he heard my silent prayers, suddenly I feel his hips lift and the muscles in his ass clamping around my fingers. "Ohhh, Dan."
The tip of his dick swiftly pulses as several spurts of cum hit the back of my mouth, all while Milan groans. This sensation of inflicting this amount of joy to him is indescribable. I feel my whole body pulse spastically as the warmth of his sperm spreads in my mouth. Chills are still running down my spine when I collapse and drop on the couch. We're both lying here, our muscles numb and our nerves overloaded. I tried swallowing his cum, not really because I wanted to, but because I had to do something and I was really certain I didn't want to walk to the sink now. But I didn't manage to swallow all, there is still some next to my mouth and on Milan's legs.
I made Milan feel good. I made him moan, made him enjoy himself, I made him feel like he's in heaven. It's weird, but it's good. How could I have ever doubted doing this, it feels so right. It feels righteous even. I know for sure now, the ultimate goal in life is to make others feel as good as I made him feel.
"I think..." Milan sighs. "Dan, I think you also... came."
For a split second it feels like he's talking in another language. Then I look down. Shit, he's right; there is a big wet spot on the couch. I look up to him and grin. "I guess." That's why it felt that good. I'm too tired to worry about the spot, instead I crawl next to the boy and push him close to me. "Thank you," I whisper and kiss his soft lips. "Thank you."
He smiles, probably too tired to say anything.
As we're lying there, I'm starting to feel a bit nauseous. It's as if something is stuck in my throat and I'm not sure what it is. I feel weird. But I'm also really happy, fulfilled.
We're lying here, relaxing, catching our breath and maybe also falling asleep. I focus on the rising and falling of Milan's chest.
Sleepily, Milan speaks up. "Dan?"
"Yeah."
"I love you."
He smiles and I do the same, but I don't reply. I'm not sure what I could say. I still feel weird, still nauseous. I look at the boy, at his smooth body, his trimmed pubes, his shining dick with my saliva reflecting the ceiling light, his muscular legs and his wiggly toes. He fell asleep now, right in my arms. I listen to his steady breathing and I can't help but smiling. He is an amazing guy and I'm lucky to be with him.
I'm trembling slightly and swallow deep, trying to get rid of whatever is going on with me. I sigh. "I..." I whisper. "I love you too." It feels weird, and I think I even feel more nauseous now.
"I love you," I whisper again.
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