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I do feel like I have to add something to that, because as some of you know I write two kinds of stories. The erotic Nifty stories, but also more serious, slow-paced stories in which sex isn't the main objective. The things I offer for rewards right now are about those slow stories. But, if readers from Nifty decide to become a Patron, I will of course also make content for this.
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I'm kissing Milan. I just can't stop kissing him. At first I needed a few minutes catching my breath, but the moment my energy regenerated, I launched myself onto him.
"Dude, relax." He gently pushes me away and laughs. "I'm having a hard time breathing."
"That... was... amazing!"
He smiles. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I did too!"
I hadn't even taken off the condom yet, so every time I bend forward to kiss him my soft sticky condom-covered dick slaps his belly. "I wanna keep you. I wanna catch you in a pokéball and summon you whenever I want."
He snickers. "I'm not sure I want that. Unless I can have a personal cocksucker in the ball, of course!"
I try to laugh, but I can't help but feel there is something behind the remark. I lean in to kiss him again. His hardon is touching my balls and I know I'd have to repay him soon. It a weird feeling, you know? I enjoyed fucking him and I really want him to feel good as well, but at the same time it's strange to know I'll have to jack him off. I touched him before, but that was while I was pretty much going wild myself. I was drugged by adrenaline. This time I'll have nothing to get distracted by.
"You're worrying, aren't you?"
"A bit."
He kisses me quickly. "Seriously, Dan. If you don't want to do it, you don't have to. I want you to feel it, it's not something you have to do to pay me off!"
I sigh. "I know. I know. I really want to, believe me. It's just, it's still the first time, I have to get used to it."
A huge grin appears on his face. "The first time? You already planning on doing it more often?"
"Wait...I didn't mean it... well, you know. It's not like you'd continue to offer your hole if I didn't do anything back, right?"
He smiles. "I would, I guess. I told you I swore to never do anything without getting something back, but to be honest, I like making you feel good. And I love your moans!"
I know I love his moans too, but I don't say that out loud. "Well then."
"But of course I also like to shoot my load once in a while! So either a handjob or I'mma jerk off in front of you." And with a sly grin, he adds: "but only if I can cum on you."
"What?!"
He laughs. "Just kidding, bro. Though it would be sexy!"
"You think that's sexy?" I ask, honestly surprised.
"Yeah. And then I can lick it all off of you!" His grin is huge now.
I push myself off of him and sit next to him. "You'd lick it? Your own cum?"
"Yeah, as I said, I think it's sexy. And it doesn't taste too bad. Ever tried your own?"
I can feel my head redden a bit. "Well, after you blowed me, and we kissed, I tasted it. Didn't particularly like it, though!" I add quickly. I can't help but look at his dick, twitching with every heartbeat. It's still rock hard and I don't expect it to go down any time soon with this conversation topic. Milan sucked me several times, let me fuck him twice already, and here I am, procrastinating the only thing I had to do, the simple and quite meaningless thing. Giving a handjob. Like, that's the thing whores only ask a little for. It's the thing people do to each other just to fuck around, to experiment. It's not even really sexual. Kissing a boy is even more gay, and god do I love doing that!
"I'm not going to guide your hand this time," Milan suddenly says after a minute of silence. "I want you to do it on your own or not at all."
"I know." I put one arm on the other side of him and lean in to kiss him. I'm practically crouched on the sofa now, legs left from him, my right hand on the right of him. And my left hand is free... It was a quick peck at first, but I decide I want to feel his tongue again. I push mine against his lips, and they automatically open. I moan as our tongues finally touch again. And then, carefully, I move my left hand towards his dick. It's not the hand I normally use, but considering I'm opposite from the perspective I normally have when touching penises, it should do. I guess. Hey, I'm no expert, remember?
The moment I touch him, he moans, and immediately I get an enormous confidence boost. After two strokes, however, I feel his hand on mine. He pulls me away. I'm confused, but as we're still kissing, I don't say a thing. Was I doing something wrong? Did I hurt him?
He guides my hand up, towards where our lips met. I release the kiss and move away a little, to show him my questioningly look. He just grins, opens his mouth and put my fingers in. He starts sucking on them sensually, then he pulls them out and starts licking the palm. I'm still not entirely sure what he is doing, but my dick immediately grows again, still surrounded by the soggy condom. We're not saying a thing, because I feel like that would destroy the moment we were having, whatever that was. A small kiss on my hand, followed by him moving his head to face a little down. And he just drops a huge glob of spit on my hand!
"Better," he says.
I feel like a fool for only understanding his intentions now! I grin as well and I grab hold of his dick again. It actually feels much better. I continue the handjob.
I'm looking directly into his eyes to see his reaction. To see the pure desire beaming out of them. He wants me, I know that. He loves me, I can see that. And it's sexy as fuck! I know Milan is hot, if I wasn't so sure about my sexuality I'm sure he would've made me doubt it. But still, no matter how sexy he is, the knowledge someone desires you, wants you no matter the cost, that's the sexiest thing in existence. I sincerely believe no matter your sexuality, if you were in my place, you'd love it as well.
"Hmmph. Oh my god. Please, don't stop." He tries to smile, but with all the muscles in his face being tensed, it looks more like a grimace.
I speed up a little, while I still look at his face. I see every little twitch. I'm quite sure I'm obsessed with seeing him like this. I love it. To make him feel this way without being sexually attracted to him. I know it may sound weird, but I think it's even sexier this way. To be able to distantiate completely from the sexual dimension and to solely focus on making him feel good. Any gay person would like to give him a handjob, so in some way he would be doing this for himself. But I don't. I have no joy at all. His enjoyment is the sole purpose and it has nothing to do with the means.
"Dan..." he pants. "Oh Dan... Can you..." he sighs and grabs my hand to slow me down. "Can you please look at it. Down."
I frown.
"I want you to look at my dick. That would be so sexy."
Hesitantly, I say: "Sure." I swallow and direct my attention to his boner. I haven't really looked at it, not whilst I was doing him. I see my hand going up and down, lubed by his spit. I see his glans appearing from my fist again and again. I used my right hand to support myself when I was still leaning over him, but since I'm not not trying to kiss him anymore, my right hand is free again. I lick it, spit on it and I take hold of his dick with it. My left hand is dry somewhat, so with it I cup his balls.
I think... I think I like it. Looking at his dick, I mean. And knowing how I make him feel. Don't get me wrong, I like it, but I'm not attracted by it. Not at all. Dicks aren't attractive to me, but knowing how he is feeling now is... kinda attractive?
I move a little closer to observe it from a shorter distance. I can see his pee hole open and close every time my first passed it, as if it was gasping for breath like its owner. My spit wasn't needed anymore, actually, there was enough precum by now.
And Milan is still moaning and panting. "Oh Dan. I love... this. Please. Hnngh."
I move closer again. I never saw precum being made, you know. Like really the making off, the first appearance. It's weird. Where does it even come from? I grin as I realise I could never have imagined myself in this situation a few weeks ago. And hell, I'm enjoying it. I love the silly moans from Milan. I love his gasps for air. There is nothing more beautiful in the world than inflicting this level of enjoyment, right?
Then I feel his hands on the back of my head. And a little pressure, moving my head lower again. There are only five centimeters between his dick and my face now. I turn to look at him, as if I needed to see his face to determine his intentions.
He doesn't say a thing, his lips still tensed, but his eyes practically begging me. My hand feels cramped, so I switch to my left hand again. How does he last this long?
At first I wanted to cup his balls again, this time with my right hand now my left hand is doing the handjob, but I then I remember how amazing it always felt when he fingered my ass, so without warning I squeeze my index finger and thumb through the by his weight pressed together cheeks and without a doubt I enter his hole.
As a response, his hips immediately thrust forward. My face is still really close to his crotch, so like a rocket trying to break through the mesosphere, his hard-on is launched against my nose. I hadn't seen that coming, so a little dazed I let go of him and sit back.
"O my god, I'm so sorry," Milan snickers. "Oh Dan." He's laughing.
I'm also smiling, but the pain holds a real laugh hostage. "What the..."
"I'm sooo sorry. I didn't mean..."
I look at him with a playful smile. "It's no problem. It's my fault, I guess."
"I was just so into it, I didn't see it coming, you know..." He rubs my nose gently. "Not that I didn't like it, of course." Then he gives a small peck on my nose.
I don't know what to say, so instead I just kiss him. Every time we break our kiss for a breathing break, we start giggling again. I think we both try our best to focus on the passionate kiss, but our smiles keep breaking the moment. After a minute I grab his dick again. Milan moans in my mouth, which I still think is so sexy; moaning in each other mouths.
"Imagine if that broke my nose," I say. "How hard would it be to explain that."
I think he tried to laugh, but through all the panting it sounded more like someone trying to hold back a sneeze. His tongue isn't even in his mouth again since our kiss, it's just hanging out of it as if it were numb. He tries to kiss me again, but I was too far away, so he ends up only licking my lips. We laugh.
"Dan... can you please, please, please. Hnghh. Please, only one time. I want to know what it... umph."
I grin. "What, I can't hear you!"
"Uuunghh. Lick it!"
What? My hand immediately stops. "Huh?"
"I'm sorry. But please, I've never experienced it. And I'm so horny. And it isn't gay, believe me. I won't tell anyone. Please, I want to know what it feels like..." He kisses me, but I don't really answer it. "I want you to be the one. The first one."
"I don't know."
"Just a little lick. A peck. Or maybe spit directly on it. I don't know. Hover over it, breathe on it. Anything. I want this."
I take a quick look at his dick, which honestly looks more begging than his face does at this point. It is, like earlier this evening, twitching on the rhythm of his heart beat, but this time that rhythm it's much faster.
"I guess..."
He literally beams. "Oh thank you!" He hugs me. "I'll do anything in return. I'll be your bitch for the rest of your life! Really."
I chuckle. "As if you wouldn't have been that if I didn't consider this."
He feigns an innocent smile. "You're right."
I give him a quick kiss and focus my full attention on his dick. My right hand on it, and my left hand already on its way to his asshole. I lean in, closer and closer. I can smell teenage hormones already. His hole glans is covered with his spit, my spit and his precum. I stick out my tongue as I slowly approach it. The last second I turn around to see the look on Milan's face. I've never seen a more begging look than his.
And then I touch it.
"Oooohhh," Milan moans. "Please, go on."
My tongue is right on his peehole. I taste saltiness. I am still hesitant, but at the same time the taste of his precum is making me even hornier than I was. Slowly I start moving my tongue a little.
"Oh my god, I think I'm gonna cum!"
I look up again. "That was only a touch."
"I know," he beams. "I'm sorry."
"Please don't cum though."
"I know, I know, I'll warn you."
And there I go again. My tongue on his glans. Moving around the tip of his cock, in circles. Still only the tip of my tongue, though. Then I touch him with the upperside of my tongue, the first centimeter. My left hand is right on his asshole again, but this time before I enter it, I make sure my face is out of the way. It's easy for my fingers, index and middle finger, to go in, as I obviously cleared the way earlier tonight.
"Oh my god. Can we do this every day, please?"
As I start fingering him, I hesitantly move my head closer to his cock. I'm not sure what to do, so I just continue where I left off. My tongue touches his cock for the third time this evening, resulting in Milan letting go of one of his well-known cute moans again. And immediately I thought: you know what, what the fuck. YOLO. And I took the whole tip in my mouth.
"Ughh. Dan."
Hearing my name stimulates me even more, so I start circling my tongue around his cock. His hips thrust upwards, but this time in a controlled way. Still, it took me a little off-guard, suddenly having three quarters of his dick in my mouth. As his hips slowly descend again, freeing up my mouth a little, I hear another moan. This up and down movement must have given the boy an idea, because once his butt hit the couch again, he moves it up again.
I'm still fingering him, trying to give him the best experience ever, as my tongue is exploring his dick. I hear his panting is speeding up and his moans become more frequent. I'm sucking him off, what the hell? Who could have thought this? His dick in my mouth.
"Ohh, Dan. Ohhhhhh."
His hard dick in my mouth, I always expected my first oral to be with a girl. But this is a penis, you know? It's so weird. It's what he pees with.
What the fuck. I let go of him. What am I doing? I don't want to give him a blowjob. It's weird. And gay!
Milan looks at me confused. I can feel tears well up. What do I do now?
"What's wrong?" he asks
I swallow. "Nothing," I hear my voice creak. I can't be a pussy now. I push myself up a little to face Milan again and just like earlier, I put my right hand on his other side, and start jerking him off with my left hand. For a second I glance at his dick, his purple glans covered in my spit. My mouth was there only a second ago. I feel dizzy, but I also feel obligated to make Milan feel amazing. He is just a really cool kid. He earned this! I kiss him. First a long kiss, with tongues, but after a few strokes the boy starts breathing in my mouth and his tongue stops moving at all.
"Hnnghh," he moans. "I'm close."
I speed up. "Close your eyes," I say. "And imagine I'm still sucking." Am I feeling nauseous?
"Hmmm."
I kiss his numb lips.
"Ohhh, I'm close."
I speed up even more.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, oooooohhhhh."
I feel his cock pulse with every spray of cum and I could literally feel it pass through. Even though my head was all the way up next to his and my upper body bend over him sideways, his cum hit me. The first spray lands in my neck and a little bit in my hair, the second one on the lower part of my right shoulder and two more end up on his belly. I never came as much an as far as he did just now.
Tired , I just drop onto his belly, right in the mess. I never expected this could be so exhausting, but I guess investing this much energy in making someone feel amazing was draining. It was worth it though!
I feel my body rise with every of Milan's breath. I look at him, his eyes closed ans a huge smile on his face.
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This story is unfortunately reaching an end soon, I guess there are 2 or 3 chapters left. But, I'm writing another story already: Couchsurfing. Stay tuned!
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