A gay adult stories: Am I just using him – chapter 4 by Stannie Stories ,
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“Shh, you don’t have to say anything. Thank you.”
“I… What… ” I look him in the eyes. What the hell is my body doing to me. Why did I enjoy kissing him?
“It’s okay, Dan. This doesn’t have to mean anything. It was the heat of the moment.” He smiles. We’re still naked. My right hand is sticky and my hardon is completely gone. “It’s my bad, I shouldn’t have left you hanging. I just didn’t know it would be unpleasant, you know, after that.” He glances at his cum that fell on the wooden floor. “I did enjoy it though.”
“I’m confused, I’m sorry. I need some time to think.” I get up and pull the condom off my dick. I put on my underwear and walk to the kitchen. I liked that. I liked kissing a boy. I liked knowing that I made him cum. I drink some water and with a sigh I sit down on the cold kitchen tiles. This can’t be true. This has to stop now! I’m going to send Milan away. I get up again, more resolute than I’ve been before, but before I leave the kitchen, I sit down again. Sigh. I liked that. I shouldn’t lie to myself; I know I’d like to explore it even further.
No, I don’t! What the hell Dan? I don’t want to try anything else. But, I do want him to do more to me, of course. That’s why I shouldn’t send him home. If I show him the door now, he’ll probably never want to do anything with me again. And I love fucking his mouth too much. And I guess I liked going backdoor too. I don’t even know how good cumming in him would feel like. That must be amazing.
“Hey…” Milan says hesitantly after he entered the kitchen. He put on some clothes. “Are you okay?”
“I dunno.”
The boy sits down on the cold floor facing me. “I can only imagine how confusing this must be.”
I smile awkwardly. “You bet.”
“But, do you want to hear my opinion on the matter? I don’t think it should be confusing at all. We’re just having fun together. That’s not wrong.”
I shrug. “But it’s gay. I’m not gay.”
Milan laughs. “I know you’re not gay. You’re very obviously not gay dude. And believe me, I’m an expert on being gay. You shouldn’t be afraid of it.”
“Then why did I like that?”
He smiles. “Because it’s nice. Kissing is nice. Being affectionate is nice. Making me feel happy, is nice. That’s supposed to be nice.”
“Straight men don’t fuck other men.”
“That’s not because they wouldn’t like it,” Milan says. “It’s because they feel like they aren’t allowed to do it. They’re holding back. And… they’re missing out.”
I grin, but quickly restore my sad face.
“I’m serious though. There is a huge difference between loving someone and just having sex; making them and yourself feel good. People may act as if there is no difference, but that doesn’t mean there is none. Look at animals…”
I interrupt him, because I expected this argument. “We’re no animals.”
“No, maybe we’re not. We’re supposed to be smarter, but for some reason they understand there is no difference between having fun, being affectionate, liking someone and loving someone, wanting to live together, spend all your time together, depend on each other and possibly having kids. There is a difference.”
“The doubt I’m feeling isn’t just because I don’t fit the standard. It’s innate. It feels wrong.”
“Wait, I wanted to give another example. Don’t move on too fast!”
I look at the gay boy questionly.
He smiles. “I wanted to ask you if you masterbate sometimes.”
I frown. “Of course I do.”
“Well, you don’t love your hand, do you? You’re having fun with your hand, but you’re not in a relationship, right? Let me be your hand.”
I chuckle. “But I don’t kiss my hand.”
He feigns confusement. “Wait. Then I’m just weird.” And to amplify the statement, he starts clumsily kissing and licking his fist.
“You actually are crazy,” I laugh.
He stops and smiles. “I’m just trying to convince you there is nothing wrong. We’re alone here, just two guys who are enjoying themselves and each other. See it as a really close friendship.”
“Wait, you said you didn’t want a friendship.”
He thinks about it for a second. “After what just happened, I know I really want to be friends with you.”
I grin. “Just because I jerked you off!”
He has the decency to look embarrassed. “Maybe… ” he says. “But still, you’re a cool dude. Just imagine spending every weekend together.”
“Well, my parents aren’t away every weekend.”
It’s his turn to grin. “We can do normal things together as well, can’t we? Like gaming or talking?”
I shrug. “We never tried it.”
“Oh, well. Did I tell you already that my parents are almost never home during the weekends?”
I really try, but I fail to suppress a smirk.
“See? I knew you’d like that!”
I start to feel a little relaxed again. “I guess.”
“So, let’s do it like this. If we’re together, we can do whatever we like. Just friends, but with full access to each other, you know. And if you don’t like something, we can talk about it. That’s what friends are supposed to do anyway; talking. You like that? And as for sexuality, that’s not important. You’re straight and I’m gay. Or bi, by the way, I’m not sure. It doesn’t matter however, we’re just doing whatever we like. We’re young for a reason, right?”
I smile. “I think you’re right.”
“Nice!” Milan gets up and reaches out his hand to pull me up. “So… Uh, Dan?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I maybe kiss you now?”
I hesitate. Milan just convinced me, like ten seconds ago. And I really believed him. But now, I’m uncertain again. I’m straight. Only having fun. Fooling around! “Okay.”
He leans in. His soft lips touch mine. The boy puts his hands on my hips and opens his mouth carefully. After a few seconds I do the same and his tongue immediately enters my mouth. With much more confidence then before he starts exploring my mouth. I moan involuntarily. His hands move towards my back and he pulls us together, his crotch touching mine. I notice he is rock hard again, even though he just had probably his biggest orgasm ever.
He pulls back his tongue a little, offering space for me to reverse the exploration, but I hesitate. It’s as if I believe actively kissing him is in any way more gay than letting him kiss me. Milan starts grinding his hips into mine, causing us both to moan in each other’s mouths. I guess that convinced me. I start kissing him back.
Milan pulls down my boxers and starts massaging my ass, while we continue to furiously dry hump each other. He spreads my ass cheeks and puts a finger against my asshole. Then he starts rubbing, pressing against it ever so slightly. This all happens whilst we continue exploring each other mouths. I notice my head is starting to feel light and my dick is rock hard. I saw it coming of course, so it only takes me off guard a little when Milan applies some pressure with his finger, just enough for it to pop in. Soon my hardon is leaking precum onto his boxers. We’re still french kissing.
I’m not sure what I should focus on; my boner brushing against his boxers, our hot kissing session or his skilled ass-fingering. The boy stops kissing long enough to show me an amazing smile. “Let’s go to living room again.”
I kiss him for another second. “Sounds like a plan.”
He takes my hand and guides me to the couch. Even before we even reach it, I pull him towards me again and continue our heated kiss.
“Look who is all addicted to kissing now,” Milan grins.
I moan. “Dude, it’s amazing. Why didn’t you do this to me earlier?”
“Yesterday you even winced if I touched you, Dan.”
“Yeah… well…”
“It’s no problem. I just knew I had to be careful. It’s hard to turn people gay.” He laughs.
“What the hell? I’m not gay!” I push him away.
“Dude, relax. I’m just kidding. I told you I know you’re not gay. Look at you, you’re as straight as one could be.”
I look at him questioningly. Is he using me?
He suddenly grabs my dick and I do, indeed, wince. I want to push him away to convince him I’m not gay, but I know he’s right. Yesterday I was unsure about every time we touched each other and just now I complained about not kissing him earlier. I’m starting to believe Milan is much wiser than me, even though he’s younger. I guess I should just follow his lead. That, and the fact he’s rubbing my boner after an hour long build-up keeps me from stopping him, of course.
“Nothing gay about you at all,” he whispers and before I can affirm it, he kisses me. My mouth opens automatically. While being jerked off, we kiss. His left hand is roaming all over my body, touching my nipples, poking in my belly button and stimulating my balls. Even though his hands are moving separately, his left hand seems to follow the same rhythm as the one taking care of my cock, as if he’s having difficulties focusing on my scrotum, my dick and kissing me at the same time. His hand moves further down. He starts massaging my prostate again. I involuntarily thrust my hip up. And then he stops with everything.
“I think we should go to the supermarket now to get some food for tonight,” he says.
“Dude, you can’t stop now,” I whimper. “That’s awful.”
He grins. “But food is important too!”
I kiss him. I don’t move my face away from his when I say: “the food will in the supermarket still after you finally reward me for what I did earlier today.”
“Rewarding you? You finally rewarded me, you mean!” Milan feigns surprise.
It’s my turn to grin. “Maybe you’re right.” I take his hand in mine and guide it towards my craving dick. If he doesn’t help me out right now, I’m sure I’d get blue balls. “Please continue, Milan.” I kiss him. “I’ll reward you again, promise.”
“I like that.” He kisses me once more before he moves down. He starts licking my balls while fumbling with my foreskin. His left index finger is still in my ass. The moment he takes my boner in his mouth with a slurping sound, he pushes his middle finger in my anus too. It hurts a little at the beginning, but Milan was smart enough to combine it with him finally engulfing me with the great feeling of a blowjob. I close my eyes while being fingered and sucked off at the same time, but I soon open them again. I love to see him going up and down on my cock.
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