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It was a night like any other when Dante and I were hanging out in his room. His parents had gone out to a gathering with some of Dante’s dad’s old colleagues, so it was just him and me alone in his house. He was working on a large canvas, but it was covered, so I couldn’t see it. I asked him if he would let me see it, but he refused. Dante could be entirely reserved sometimes when it came to his artwork, and there was no way for me to convince him otherwise, not that it meant that I would give up. I insisted again, offering to see it once it was finished, and he agreed.
Dante lay on his bed and continued working while I observed him from a chair. I tried to make some small talk, but he showed no interest, almost as if he was thinking about something important. He had a slight frown, and his lips pressed impatiently. I looked away from his mouth and noticed the tension rising on his shoulders. Dante is usually laid back and almost carefree when we’re alone in moments like this; however, for some reason, he looked nearly upset today. He raised his shoulders once again, and I noticed how broad and fit they had become due to this whole swimming thing. I caught myself gulping and letting out an agitated sigh. This caused Dante to emerge from his reverie and turn to watch me at an inhuman speed; he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I tried to play cool and pretended to be minding my own business, breaking the now awkward silence.
“Where are you, Dante?” I asked casually, ignoring the tension in the room.
Dante took a few seconds to answer while he got up and responded with a lower tone of voice than usual.
“I’m here, Ari… just thinking about this kissing stuff,” he said.
I froze for a moment, and with great difficulty, I mumbled an almost inaudible “Oh."
“It’s just, how do you know that you wouldn’t like to kiss a boy if you’ve never kissed one?” he interrogated.
“Dante, I think that’s something you just know.”
“Right, but have you done it?”
“No… and you?”
“Me neither.”
“Well, then maybe you don’t like to kiss boys, and you just think you do,” I said exasperatedly, trying to end the discussion. Nevertheless, it backfired horribly when Dante answered with a smirk.
“You know what, Ari? I think we should experiment.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and snort. As always, Dante was trying to persuade me to agree with his crazy ideas and end up like him, though this time, I wasn’t going to let him convince me. I denied his suggestion abruptly, and he kept insisting, repeatedly arguing that we were best friends and could explore each other. We went on like that for a while until he seemed to have had enough of this whole issue. He jumped out of his bed and walked hurriedly to my chair, towering over me.
“Stand up,” he growled.
I don’t know why I did it, but I got up as soon as he finished pronouncing those words. Dante looked pleased with my obedience and moved closer until we were only a few inches apart.
“Close your eyes.”
I closed them, and he kissed me.
His lips felt soft and warm against mine, and he tasted sugary, like honey mixed in herbal tea. I kissed him back nervously; his hands were tight around my waist as he imprisoned me in his embrace. We stayed like that for a few seconds until I felt the tip of his tongue meeting my lips, and decided it was enough for our kissing experiment.
“Yeah, I’m definitely not into that stuff,” I said, almost panting.
Dante stared at me with a sad-eyed expression. He looked like he could cry any second. Dante and his tears. He lowered his gaze and started muttering something when he suddenly stopped right in his tracks. His whole face lit up, and he began grinning like an idiot.
“What?”
“Ari… are you sure you’re not into said stuff?”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, Ari,” said Dante between laughing and talking, “you, uh… have a boner.”
“What?”
I looked down at my pants and saw the noticeable bump forming on my crotch. I quickly pulled my shirt over the bulge. I felt the blood rushing to my face, and I started tearing up. I turned around and avoided looking at Dante.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Dante. I don’t… I don’t know what… I’m not-” I rambled, desperately trying to explain the situation.
“Hey, Ari. It’s okay. It’s completely normal. It happens to me all the time… when I think about you, ok? So don’t panic,” said Dante whilst rubbing my back and turning me to face him.
Dante’s eyes looked so passionate and full of love; I could feel my face boiling. I wanted to run away. Somewhere far. Into the desert. I didn’t want to face him, not yet. I tried to back up, but he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a feverish kiss. He dragged me to the other side of the room and threw me into the bed. He positioned himself on top of me, between my legs, and started rubbing our groins together at a fast pace. I couldn’t help but let out a muffled yelp. That excited Dante, though; I could feel his erection grow bigger.
I squirmed beneath him until I was able to break free from his grip. He looked lost and lustful.
“Dante! Stop! You know I’m not into this stuff!” I screamed, pushing him away.
Dante took a few seconds to process my abrupt interruption, and when he snapped out of it, he rolled his eyes in a playful way and sighed.
“Ari, I don’t want to force you into anything, but you’re literally dripping precum to the point that it’s soaking your pants.”
I fixed my gaze on my boner and saw the stain forming. Fuck.
“Yeah, well… I can’t help it when you’re touching me like that,” I complained.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I stayed silent. I should just tell him. Yes, I want to stop. My body won’t react. I don’t want to fuck Dante! I don’t want to… but I can’t help but wonder. How would it feel to touch him? To be one with him? To feel whole for the first time in my life. I know it’s not the right thing to do. Fucking your buddies is not right, especially if we’re both dudes. Nonetheless, I still ache to caress the most unexplored parts of his body, as he does to mine.
I heard Dante sigh and pull away from me. I swiftly grasped his arm and kissed him. I put my arms around his neck and started moving like he did, rubbing ourselves together, though a bit clumsily. Dante pushed me to the mattress and unzipped my pants, quickly removing my lower clothing, exposing half of my body to him. I let out a whine and tried to cover myself, but he slapped my hands out of the way.
“Don’t even try. You’re beautiful,” he said, low yet menacing.
I gulped and restrained a moan when his fingers started exploring my body. He caressed every inch of me so softly and gently, touching spots I didn’t know were sensitive to me. I felt like I wanted to burst and come right away. I almost screamed when he grabbed my penis with his whole hand and started stroking it. I let out embarrassing noises I had never made before.
“Ari. You’re so perfect. I can’t anymore,” he said, panting.
He stopped and took off his shirt, revealing his muscular figure. His skin was just a bit tanned from the constant exposure to the sun. It contrasted nicely with my dark olive skin. He then removed his pants and underwear, and that’s when I took a good look at his member. I gasped loudly at the sight of it; it was… uncannily big.
“Holy shit! You’re fucking huge,” I half-yelled. This made Dante laugh.
“I mean, compared to you, yeah. But it’s not that big.”
“What do you mean by compared to me?” I said angrily.
“Aww, don’t pout, honey. You look so cute being all angry,” he chuckled, pinching my cheek.
“…Let’s just fuck already.”
Dante was a bit surprised by my statement, but he didn’t lose a second to get into action. He grabbed both my tights and spread my legs, shoving his face into my entrance and began licking my hole. I squirmed underneath him, attempting to suppress my whines.
“Dante! Wait- not that place, it’s dirty!” I pleaded.
I locked eyes with Dante, who, instead of moving away, inserted one finger inside me. I could only grip the sheets and moan impotently. His finger moved around, exploring my insides. It felt a bit uncomfortable, the sensation of being opened up, but it remained enjoyable. The saliva of his tongue made everything more slippery, causing the thrusting of his finger to sound wet and so fucking hot. Then, he inserted one more finger and began scissoring my insides, searching for something. It was then that he touched a certain spot, and I let out a scream. I started trembling with overwhelming pleasure and felt like releasing.
“Dante, I’m going to” he cut me off by pressing his lips against mine.
“Not yet, Ari. I want us to do it together,” he said softly.
He removed his fingers and got up, walking towards his nightstand and grabbing a bottle of lube. He sprinted back to me and threw himself on top, showering my face with kisses. I giggled and tickled him on the stomach, sensing his firm muscles on the abdomen. He laughed wholeheartedly for a few moments before getting serious. He caressed my cheek and gave me a peck. I closed my eyes when I heard him open the bottle. My face burned when I listened to his soft growls as he applied the liquid to his member. I flinched when I felt Dante’s tip pressing my hole.
“W-wait! Can you, like, do it a bit slow? Please?” I asked nervously.
Dante smiled softly and kissed me on the forehead. “Don’t worry, Ari. I will never hurt you. Just relax,” he reassured.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and he gripped my waist, lining up and pushing his cock inside of me. I whimpered as he filled me up, biting my lip, trying not to moan. His dick wrapped in the tightness of my hole, stretching it out. Dante began breathing heavily, and I could hear him whining my name. My whole body started trembling once he slammed it all in. He began thrusting, slow and steady. The slick wet sounds echoed in the bedroom. I rocked my hips back and forth, my thighs quivering and drenched in sweat.
“Dante… Dante! I-” He muffled my moans with a kiss, and his tongue made its way through my mouth, dancing around with mine.
Dante grabbed my tights and pushed them down. “Spread out your legs more,” he growled.
I did as I was told, waiting for him to start moving. Instead, he pulled out almost completely, leaving only the tip in before ramming it back in at merciless speed. The bed began creaking loudly enough for the neighbors to hear, and the wet slapping of skin became sexily noisy.
“Fuck, Ari… You feel so good,” Dante praised, holding my member tight enough so I wouldn’t release.
“Dante- Please!” I cried out. My mind clouded with pleasure. I felt the heat rising in my belly, knowing I was close to finishing.
“Just a little more, my love,” he whispered.
I lost myself at those words. I whined desperately and came in his hand, splashing all my load on my own abdomen and clenching Dante’s member so hard it could break. Dante moaned loudly and finished inside of me, filling up my insides with his seed.
We lay there for what could be eternity. After a while, Dante broke our embrace and pulled out slowly, leaving my hole leaking with cum. Dante sighed happily at the sight and locked eyes with me.
“I love you, Ari,” he confessed, caressing my cheek.
In that moment, I realized I could not have done anything to deserve this boy, and yet here I was, giving it all just for me to keep him.
“I love you, Dante.”