7
He clutched the phone to his chest and closed his eyes. Not in his wildest calculations could he imagine his feelings for Keita to change this fast. One moment they were just friends, and a kiss and a cuddle later they were so much more than that. He could still feel Keita's warmth on his skin, still feel Keita's heartbeat gently thumping in his ear.
Kanchi heaved a sigh and flipped over to lay on his stomach and bury his face into his pillow. The more he thought about Keita, the more bittersweet he began to feel that he was gone. Already his sweet memories of Keita began to become ghosts that haunted him, taunting him with fact that Keita was no longer there. He clutched his pillow tightly.
And it wasn't only warm, fuzzy moments with Keita that swirled in his head; the carnal, sexual moments he had with Keita also throbbed in his memory. He remembered how soft Keita's lips were, and how Keita's fingertips sent shocks throughout his body every time they touched his skin. He clutched his pillow tighter as the lightly bit his lower lip and began to grind his newly forming erection into his bed.
Keita's touch was the most sexually stimulating sensation he had ever felt. 'Though,' he thought to himself, 'I don't have exactly many other references to compare it to.' He ground his hips harder into the mattress, the pressure and his rocking motion gliding his foreskin up and down across his glans. Kanchi moaned softly into his pillow.
Without warning a wave of self-disgust washed over him and he flipped back onto his back in response. He felt ashamed that his sexual memories of Keita quickly overtook his sentimental ones. Love should have beaten out lust by a wide margin. His dick twitched in his pants and he felt the tip become wet with precum.
He reached down, undid his pants, and slid them and his boxers down past his waist. His erection pointed toward his gaze, mocking him. "Well," he spoke out loud to himself, trying to ease his consciousness, "It's not like I don't do this a lot already anyways." He coddled his balls with his left hand as he began to slowly pump his dick with his right. He closed his eyes and leaned his head farther into his pillow.
The memory of his shower with Keita shone vividly in his memories. He clutched his genitals tightly, slightly frustrated that he couldn't bring out the amazing sensations that Keita had given him. The memories stimulated him, and precum began to steadily leak out of his dick. He spread the fluid across the entire surface, his hand making a wet popping sound as his masturbation became more frantic.
He grit his teeth as a moan growled in his throat. Squirming in his bed, he began to feel his muscles twitch and his toes curl. "Kei…ta," he quietly gasped out. His hand movements became more rapid. "Keita… faster." He spread his legs as he retraced him closer to his body. "Keita… Keita… Keita…" His calls began to grow in volume. "Keita… Keita!" With his final yell his back arched and his body convulsed. He quickly covered the tip of his dick with his palm and cum began to spray into it.
Multiple spurts blasted into his palm and quickly flowed out, coating his dick and dripping onto his balls and left hand and down his thighs. He continued to clutch his genitals and breathed heavy, shallow breaths. He lifted his hand slightly away from his dick, ogling at the copious amount of cum he had produced. Never before had his orgasm been this strong nor had he produced this much cum in one session. Keita's hold on him was just that strong, and he welcomed the new ruler of his heart with open arms.
"My, my, you're quite a messy boy aren't you?" Kanchi panicked and quickly pulled his boxers and pants back up. He cringed at the odd sensation of the cum that had pooled in his lap being squished and seeping into his clothing.
Kanchi's eyes darted around the room in search for the owner of the voice. "Who's there?" He called out.
"The great Casanuva-sama, that's who." A mostly pink colored figure with long pink hair materialized in front of Kanchi, causing him to fling himself backwards and bang his head against the headboard of his bed.
"Wh-who are you. No, what are you? Are you one of those youkai things?"
Casanuva lightly bopped Kanchi on the head and floated slightly backwards. "Foolish, boy I am not a 'thing.' I'm just a youkai." He paused and flipped his hair with his hand. "No, not just a youkai, a celebrity, a god among youkai. Casanuva, Motemacool, call me whichever you please so long as you remember the –sama at the end." He pointed at the large wet spot on Kanchi's pants. "Looks like you've been having fun"
Casanuva chuckled as Kanchi quickly covered his crotch with his hands. "What do you want? Why are you here?"
Casanuva floated inches away from Kanchi. "I'm here to shed some truth and help you, my dear boy."
"What are you talking about?" A heart began to expand and solidify from Casanuva's hand and a video began to play on it. The figures in the video started out fuzzy, but soon Kanchi could make out that they were Keita and Fumi sexually engaged with each other. He watched silently as Fumi made Keita cry out in pleasure. A heavy feeling piled in his chest, and his mouth went dry. "What… What is this?" Kanchi dryly gulped. "This can't be real."
Casanuva let out a hearty laugh. "Oh, but it is, every little bit. You see, you were just the appetizer for Keita, a small little distraction before the main course. He was just confused with you is all. A girl like Fumi is what he really wants."
Kanchi blinked a few times and nervously chuckled. "There's no way this can be real. Keita opened up to me, and did a bunch of stuff with me in the shower. So… So there's no way that this is real!"
Suddenly Kanchi's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that he had a text message. It was from Keita. 'Kanchi, I just did something really, really weird. We need to talk – Keita.' The lump in his chest traveled up into his throat and his breath became shallow as tears began to well in his eyes. Casanuva waved away the video heart and floated out of the room, leaving Kanchi alone, lost and sobbing.
'I'm on my way back now – Keita' Keita clumsily typed into his phone. He hit the send button and saddled himself onto his bike and began to pedal back to Kanchi's house. So many emotions swirled within him – anger, confusion, guilt – and he knew the only way to straighten it all out was to go back and talk it through with Kanchi.
He suddenly hit the brakes and came to a stop. Should he tell Kanchi? After stating so many times how he wanted to be Kanchi's boyfriend and then going and doing all the stuff he did with Fumi telling Kanchi about it might break his heart. Keita shook his head. Kanchi said that he was in the middle of exploring his options, of finding out if he was normal or gay, so why shouldn't he be as well? He began to pedal faster than before, intent on reaching Kanchi as soon as he could.
Kanchi cradled his face into his knees and continued to sob. He couldn't believe what he had just seen was true, but he knew he had to. With the timing of Keita's text being as soon as Casanuva's video ending he concluded that they had to be related and that everything Casanuva had told him was true. He hugged his knees tighter and began to sob louder. Did this mean everything he did with Keita in the past two days was fake? Was he nothing more than a test dummy to warm Keita up before moving onto Fumi? What were those hugs? What were those kisses? Who is the real Keita?
As he continued to ask himself all these questions he heard a loud knock at the door. Had Keita already come to talk? He remained in the fetal position and ignored the noise. A minute or so went by and the knocking still persisted. Suddenly he felt his pocket begin to vibrate. He pulled out his phone and saw that Keita was trying to call him. Realizing that Keita wasn't going to leave he rubbed the tears from his eyes the best he could and began to shakily walk down the stairs. Once he got to the front door he began to reach for the handle but stopped himself midway through, not strong enough to face Keita directly.
Kanchi took a deep, shaky breath and then began to speak. "What do you want" he weakly called through the door.
"Kanchi, let me in, we need to talk. A lot of weird stuff happened and..."
"I already know what happened" Kanchi angrily interrupted. "You used me as a practice doll and then went and had fun with Fumi!"
Startled, Keita took a step back and almost stumbled. He regained his balance and stepped back to the door to speak. "N-no, that's not how it is! H-how do you even know about it anyways?" The door flung open and Keita was met with tear stained, blood shot eyed face of his friend.
"Your stupid pink youkai friend told me! About how I was just an outlet for your confusion, and that you really wanted Fumi!"
Confusion spread across Keita's face. "What? You know Casanuva?" He quickly shook his head. "Look, never mind that now, none of that is true! Yeah, I did some stuff with Fumi, but it was only because Casanuva inspirited her! I… I didn't have any control over the situation."
Kanchi bit his lip, anger and sadness welling up within him. "Oh really now? Because it didn't look like Fumi was holding you hostage or anything. In fact, you looked like you really enjoyed it."
Keita averted his gaze. "W-well I'm a maturing boy, learning more about my body, so why wouldn't I have enjoyed it?" He quickly snapped his eyes back to Kanchi. "Yeah… Yeah, who wouldn't enjoy it? It felt good, should I feel guilty because of it? It's not like we're a couple or anything, why should you care!" Keita clenched his fists, his glare burning through Kanchi.
"I do care! You went on and on about wanting to be my boyfriend and then you go and do this? Were the past few days just a big joke to you?" The tension suddenly left Kanchi's body. "Do… Do I mean nothing to you?"
Keita clenched his teeth. "Yeah, maybe you don't" he spat out. "You always did act like a snotty, know-it-all Richie Rich." He let out an aggravated chuckle. "Thinking about it, I can't see how I was able to stand you all these years." Tears began to well up in Kanchi's eyes. Keita took out the phone Kanchi gave him and tossed it at Kanchi's feet. "Here rich boy, you can have your expensive toy back." Without waiting for a reaction from Kanchi, Keita turned around, got back on his bike, and pedaled furiously away as Kanchi collapsed to his knees, unable to emotionally comprehend the situation, tears silently streaming down his face.