Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2016 18:16:58 +0800
From: Jeremy <jeremymyers111@gmail.com>
Subject: Logan - Logan 5

Logan 5

I awoke suddenly, the alarm clock said 3.45. The hall light was still on, I
could hear Barry snoring lightly and feel Logan's uneven breathing on my
neck. I could also feel his very hard cock being pushed up and down my
crack. I pushed back and it stopped.

"You awake?" he whispered.

"Yes." I whispered back, it didn't seem right to talk loudly, even if we
were alone.

"Sorry J, woke up with a raging fat mate."

"It feels good babe. Really good. I, umm, I want you Logan, please. I want
you, you know, in me."

"We've talked about this J."

"Please Logan, I need you, it has to be you. Please."

"You sure this is what you want Jeremy?"

"Please Logan."

Logan sighed "OK J, I'll try not to hurt you man."

He climbed off the bed and found the KY on my dressing table. He grabbed
that and a fresh towel and lay down behind me again. "OK J, stay how you
are, just lift your right leg a little, that's it. Now tell me if I hurt
you or if you want to stop. If you want to stop then that's fine, don't
feel that we have to continue, OK?"

"OK Logan, I trust you."

Logan started by putting a small amount of gel on his finger and working
around my hole, pressing lightly and setting off a series of moans.

"Shit J, you sure are sensitive there." He rubbed and pushed a little more
then said "OK J, I'm going to slide my finger in slowly now. Push a little
like you're trying to shit, it will make it easier."

"OK Loges, that feels so good and ... Holy shit!" I had done what he asked,
he applied pressure and his long, elegant, middle finger went in to the
second knuckle, just like that, and then it was gone.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck J, I'm sorry it just went in so quick, I'm sorry, you
OK?"

"I'm fine man, it was just a surprise, it went in so easy. It felt fine
though. Try again?"

He didn't apply as much pressure this time and his finger slowly slid home,
it was wonderful, stimulating parts of me I had previously not known
existed. As he slid in and out I moaned, loudly.

"Shit Jeremy, you really like that, aye, I've never heard you so, ahh,
vocal."

"Sorry Logan, I'm trying to keep it down but, oh God that's the spot fuck
oh dear fuck!"

Logan chuckled and continued his ministrations. "Geez Jeremy, you're
turning me on even more with this, you know. You ready for a second
finger?"

"Oh gosh yes." I hissed.

Logan worked my hole for a little longer then slowly, steadily he inserted
two fingers.  I was in ecstasy, this was glorious and my vocalisation
confirmed it.

"Holy moly Jeremy, you're gonna wake the whole neighbourhood man."

"I'm sorry Loges." I managed to get out. "It's just so, so stimulating and
oh shit oh dear oh..." I was totally useless. Logan continued working me,
separating his fingers occasionally to stretch me further; as he did so he
slid up the bed a little and kissed me on my back, shoulders, neck and
face.

Finally, he said "I think you're ready my man, lay on your back babe." I
rolled over as he wiped his fingers on a towel and grabbed the KY. I bent
my knees, drew my legs up, spreading as far as I comfortably could, fully
exposing myself to Logan. He applied a good dollop of KY to his dick,
working it all over and, on his knees, approached me. He guided his weapon
towards the entry of my hole and looked at me. `You're sure Jeremy?" I just
nodded my assent and he lifted my bum up, my spread thighs came up and
rested on his. I felt the pressure of Logan's hardness against my
ring. Slowly at first and then, pop, my cherry was gone, his head was in my
hole and he held it there for a second then began to press further. I could
feel his stem sliding into me and it was wonderful.

"Shit oh dear Jeremy, its, you're, so tight, so warm, so ... God damn J,
holy shit you're tight, oh great stones, fucking awesome."

He was fully in me and waited while I got used to his fullness within
me. It was wonderful, this was more than I had ever hoped for. There was no
pain, Logan had prepared me well and his entry had been slow, tender and
caring and obviously he was enjoying it immensely too. I flexed my butt
muscles and Logan moaned, loudly.

"It's OK Loges." And I nodded to him to continue as I relaxed; slowly he
began sliding in and out of me. The sensations were wonderful, he kept
hitting something, I didn't know what, but it was awesome, and he was
loving it too. We both moaned and ooohed and aahed. The love making was
exactly as it always was, but for some reason, in this configuration, with
Logan deep within me, it became loud, very loud. It was as if we were in
some contest, even my darling, sedate Logan could be a tiger.

He moved around in me and then leaned forward, kissing me deeply, my dick
pressed against him. His arms held me tight, mine were behind his head,
then rubbing his back, then pressing his face into mine. He sat back a
little freeing my well lubed dick, his eyes shut and mouth open, cooing and
whimpering. We gave ourselves totally and utterly to one another, I felt as
if we were one, one organism, striving towards a mind blowing climax. Logan
maintained a steady pace, thrusting and withdrawing, groaning and moaning
as I groaned and moaned. We were as one.

He opened his eyes and we looked at each other as he continued to pound
into my very pleasured butt. My cock bounced around as Logan began picking
up the pace a little. I thought he may be close; all the signs pointed
towards it; I knew I was, Logan had squeezed me a few times but now, with
my dick bouncing around untended, the sensations told me I was nearing
orgasm. He kept hitting that spot inside of me and it was doing things to
me I had never experienced before. Holy cow, no wonder Logan enjoyed me
doing this to him so much. Between the noises of our lovemaking I was
finally able to say "Logan, I need to cum, I'm gonna cum babe."

He looked at me, watched as I blew a load over myself and then I sensed
that my butt was being filled with Logan's climax, I swear his dick got
bigger and then pow, he unloaded deep within me, grunting and moaning
loudly. Slowly, we both came down from one of the most mind blowing
climaxes either of us had ever experienced in our short lives. Logan fell
forward on top of me, remaining in me and spreading my orgasm all over
us. We kissed and Logan rested his head on my shoulder, regaining his
breath.

"Thank you J, thank you so much, my beautiful man." He whispered into my
left ear.

"Only for you, Logan, only ever for you." I whispered back. "Always and
forever."  He lifted his head and looked deep into my eyes. Then we kissed
long and hard as I felt him slide out of me. Finally, we separated and
Logan began cleaning us both up, first my stomach, thighs and dick, then
his. Then he began on my bum, wiping away the results of his orgasm as it
slowly leaked from me.

"Just push a little J, it'll help get it all out."

"Fuck Logan, I might shit myself."

"You won't shit yourself babe, you'll be fine."

So I pushed a little and farted, a bubbling wet fart. "Shit, shit, shit
Logan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shit myself."

"It's fine J, It's OK man, no shit I promise."

"But it was wet and lumpy."

"It was just a fart and some of me coming out Jeremy, it's all OK, it's all
gone babe, all good. OK?"

"You sure?"

"Yes man, all good. Look J, if you play with fire, well, you're gonna get
burnt. Where we play, things are gonna happen sometimes, it's the nature of
the beast mate. OK?"

"OK Logan, thank you, babe."

"Alright J, you wanna shower?"

"Nah, I'm knackered, I need you next to me and sleep."

"OK, I'll just get rid of these towels then, the room smells like a spunk
factory, then I'll be back."

I rolled back over onto my left side, assuming my position from
earlier. That had been an intense session, I was exhausted. But damn, it
had been a bloody glorious experience, I had so wanted Logan to be the one;
he would, I thought, be my one and only. I was on the cusp of sleep when I
felt Logan get back into bed and lay next to me as we had earlier. He leant
over me and kissed my cheek again, whispering "You and me Jeremy, always
and forever."

He settled down, placing his right arm over me and pulling himself
closer. I adjusted my right arm and found his hand, squeezing it. He
squeezed back and I knew no more.

I woke up slowly, the room was light, the air warm. I looked at the clock,
a little after 9.00. I was alone, neither Logan nor Barry were in the
room. I climbed out of bed, I felt a little crusty and my arse felt like it
was glued together. I threw some shorts on and went out to the toilet. The
door was shut so I presumed Logan was doing his morning regular. I was
busting for a piss so went outside to the lemon tree, the traditional
pissing place for the entire male population of the Myers family. I looked
around as I pissed, Barry was sniffing around in the garden and there were
a bundle of towels drying on the line. Logan; he must have loaded and
turned the machine on after our early morning love making and then hung
them out when he got up. What a guy!

I went back inside and heard the toilet flush. Logan stepped out wearing
just a pair of shorts like me.

"Morning babe, all good?"

"All good Loges, although I feel a little crusty, know what I mean?"

"Yep, sure do. Shower?"

"Fuck yeah, then I'll cook up some eggs man."

"Excellent, I'm starving."

Once in the bathroom Logan washed his hands, despite us being about to
shower, then dropped his shorts, I had already dropped mine and was waiting
for the water to warm up a little. We both went under the streaming water
and Logan grabbed the soap, cleaning every bit of me. As always it felt
tremendous. He eventually got to my arse and confirmed it looked a little
crusty. Not to worry, it was fine other than that and he cleaned it very
thoroughly, encouraging a few involuntary moans from me. As he finished up
behind me he moved closer and held my arms while his head rested on my
right shoulder.

"I think I owe you an apology J."

"Sorry, what? Why? What for?"

"I got a bit carried away this morning J, you know, lost a bit of control."

"Bullshit, it was wonderful, you were considerate, gentle, loving. Anyway,
it was our first time like that, it was the first time anyone has been in
me Loges; it was, you were, fucking marvellous."

"It was my first time too."

"Really, I thought maybe you and Rod...?"

"No, never J." He hesitated a little. "It was different to our usual sex
though, louder."

`Yes it was that, strange really. We need to be careful where and when we
do that again that's for sure. And we will do it again won't we?" I began
washing Logan rubbing the soap over his chest and nipples.

"Charlie loved being in you Jeremy, it was so warm and tight."

"Charlie? What or who is Char... Oh, he's your dick? You have a name for
your dick?" I had started washing `Charlie' at this point.

"Well, yeah. Don't you have a name for yours?"

"Ummm, no."

"Ever?"

"Never."

"Then that will be my mission today, Jeremy Stuart Myers. To find a name
most suitable for your magnificent piece of manhood, and my most favourite
toy."

We both laughed and I continued to wash Logan down. Once done we stepped
out of the shower, dried each other and threw on our shorts, both tenting
substantially, before heading out to the kitchen.

"Scrambled eggs on toast Loges?"

"Sounds like the go Jeremy my man. Can I help?"

We busied ourselves around the kitchen and I got Logan to feed Barry his
brekky while I put the toast on and did the eggs. I was famished so I
thought Logan would be too and cooked up a really large pan of eggs and a
heap of toast. We chowed down on them, easily demolishing the lot, all
washed down with a coffee.

I had made something of a mess so refused to allow Logan to clean up by
himself. I put on an LP record, Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells, and together
we knocked off the cleaning process quickly. Both of us then went in and
cleaned our teeth, hovering over the bathroom sink together. By the time we
finished, the record had done its thing and Logan started going through the
family's collection of EPs, LPs and cassettes.

"Whoa, J, you guys have got a pretty cool collection of music here. Only,
who or what is Non-stop Honky Tonk?"

"That was my Nanna's I think. She's in a home now so you know, not
needed. And we don't want to listen to it either."

"No, I think I'll pass. How about some Bowie?" He had pulled a heap of
records and cassettes out and it looked like we may have been going to
listen to the lot. What an excellent way to spend a Sunday morning. Logan
pulled the cassette from its case and opened the tape deck, slotted the
cassette in and closed the deck. Bowie sang out loud and clear on Dad's
Pioneer sound system and we cranked up the volume.  And then, we
danced. Boy, did we dance. We discovered that we both loved to dance, I'm
not sure how good I was but Logan looked right cool. And then came `Let's
Spend the Night Together'; that was written just for us, we kept rewinding
it and dancing to it time and time again. It was our anthem. Finally, we
got to hear the last two tracks, The Jean Genie (another classic) and Lady
Grinning Soul.

Next on was some classic Beatles, Abbey Road, with songs like I Want You
(another anthem), Carry That Weight, She Came in Through the Bathroom
Window, Here Comes the Sun, gosh, the list goes on. Then on went Elton John
and Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. We were sweating, even though all we had on
were shorts, but man we were getting into it and we loved dancing
together. We skipped `Funeral for a Friend' and went straight to `Candle in
the Wind' and Logan and I got to dance, slow and close. And we loved it, it
was magic, a moment in my life I will never ever forget. Neither of us led,
we just instinctively knew where to go, where to be. We rested our
foreheads against one another and our arms around each other's necks.
Despite all the sex, I had never felt closer to my Logan.

Then on came Bennie and the Jets and we were back into it. We went through
a host of tapes and LPs, skipping the crap songs and getting into the good
ones. The Beach Boys, Chicago, Bee Gees, The Easy Beats, the Stones, they
and more got a gig that day. After a couple of hours, we were both soaked
in sweat so we put on Paul McCartney's Wings `Band on the Run' and went out
the back and straight under the hose. Once again we ran around, Barry
joining in, and just enjoyed ourselves. By 12.30, we were exhausted so we
pulled a couple of towels off the line and lay on them drying off in the
sun.

"That was huge J, what a great morning man."

"Damn right young Logan. You sure do dance good."

"You too my man. Now come here and kiss me."

I did, I kissed him, and we started to get right into it until I had a
thought.

"Aunt Dot, Logan, she hasn't been up here yet. Let's go inside, just to be
sure aye?"

"Sounds fair mate."

We hung our towels up, dried Barry and went in, locking the door behind
us. Then I went in and turned off the stereo. No good pretending we weren't
home if Paul and Linda were knocking out some tunes. I went back into the
kitchen where I had left Logan and he was standing there totally naked with
his ubiquitous tube of KY.

"I think J, that it may be time to have some kitchen fun." I walked up to
him, dropped my shorts and we embraced, our bodies once more locked
together and our hard- ons sandwiched between us. I led Logan over to the
table, pulled a chair out and sat on it. I started kissing his nipples, his
stomach, licking and probing his navel with my tongue. I licked his
wonderful balls and sack and took each nut into my mouth caressing it with
my tongue. Then I took his glorious cock into my mouth, kissing it, rubbing
my lips over it and tracing the veins with my tongue. I flicked around his
glans sending waves of pleasure through him and then swallowed him, taking
his length into me and letting my tongue stimulate the stem. I pulled off
and then back down, all the time my left hand rubbed and squeezed his bum
cheeks, my right keeping his dick under my command.

As I continued to stimulate him, my left hand came around and cupped his
balls, tickling them, massaging the sack before it moved onto his hole. He
shifted slightly, allowing me full access as I caressed it and pushed it. I
came off Logan and lubed my fingers before going back to his hole and
pressing on it and entering it. Slowly I inserted my middle finger and when
it was in deep I left it there while I continued my work on his weeping,
glorious dick. Slowly, then, I pulled my finger out then back in, wiggling
it around a little, searching for Logan's spots, his pleasure centres.

Logan moved his hips in time to my mouth actions and quietly moaned and
whimpered, telling me I was giving his pleasure centres a workout. I pulled
my finger out, without stopping working on his dick, and then slowly
inserted two fingers, stretching his tight little ring, preparing it for my
dick to come. I could feel him loosen up a little but continued my efforts
for a little longer, wanting to be sure he was ready.

His balls began to tighten so I came off his dick and pulled my fingers
out, ceasing all stimulation. I stood, kissed him and then he pushed me
back down and placed both his feet either side of my chair, lining his butt
up with my dick. He grabbed the KY and squirted some on his hand before
rubbing it up and down my previously untended cock. I hissed in
pleasure. Then he lowered himself slowly, reaching around and holding my
cock, his aim perfect as my knob made contact with and penetrated his
wonderful hole.

Steadily his butt swallowed my dick and we sat there waiting for him to
become used to his hole being filled. He began the upward journey then down
again slowly and steadily working towards a sustainable and pleasurable
pace. His arms were over my shoulders, around my neck and we kissed, long
and deep as he moved up and down swaying his hips for maximum stimulation
for us both. I could access his dick so I gripped it with my right hand,
squeezing it and stimulating it, my hips moving in time with his. We broke
our kiss and he looked up in pleasure. I began suckling on his nipples and
then; I heard the side gate click open and shut.

"Logan, ssshhh, stop. Dot." Logan stopped at the bottom of a stroke and
looked at me.

"You did lock the door didn't you?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sure I did."

Dot tried opening the door, no luck, OK then. She banged a few times, Barry
barked, she told him to shut up and then she banged again.

"You home Jeremy? Fuck, shut up Barry."

I had never heard Aunt Dot swear, it surprised me she even knew the word. I
started to giggle, and Logan joined me.

"SSHHHH, shit. SSHHHH."

All was quiet, then we heard the gate open and close as she headed
home. Thank goodness for that.

I looked at Logan and we just laughed again, close but all safe, thank
goodness for locks and solid doors. It would not have exactly been a good
thing if my Aunt had walked in on her favourite nephew buried deep within
his best bud.

I kissed Logan's nipples and we started again, this time even more
passionately as if the challenge of Dot's visit had increased our
drive. Unlike Logan's entry into me earlier, this was substantially longer,
more controlled sex, pacing ourselves, thoroughly enjoying the journey as
much as the uncontrolled climax it would deliver. I continued manipulating
Logan's dick, but eventually I could feel the urge, the primal need to cum,
approaching me. I looked at Logan's face and saw the tell-tale signs of his
approaching climax. He looked down at me and smiled, his face full of
pleasure.

"Yes J, fuck yes." That was it as he came all over both of us, two, three
wonderful lobs followed by a steady flow of his pure white swimmers. I
loved watching him cum, it was always spectacular and it always tipped me
over the edge. I grunted as my boys lined Logan's chute and I tried to
catch my breath. As I came down from my high I started collecting the
results of Logan's climax and fed it to both him and myself. We kissed and
hugged, Logan remained sitting on me for some time while we embraced and
made out. As my dick wilted it slowly but surely slid from Logan and
finally he stood up.

"Shower babe?"

"Of course Loges."

We went in to the bathroom and climbed under the shower, enjoying the water
flowing over our sweating bodies. I began our post sex ritual, washing
Logan slowly and tenderly.

"Thank you Logan, that was wonderful mate. I hope Charlie enjoyed it too."

"Oh yes, he did indeed J. You know I've thought of a name for your Tonka
toy too."

"Oh?"

"Are you familiar with the story of the real Count Dracula?"

"Yeah kind of I think. Wasn't he based on some prince or other in Romania?"

"Pretty close J, the guy was called Vlad, Vlad the Impaler. From this day
forth your dick shall be called Vlad."

"What? No Logan, really?"

"Why, what's wrong with it?"

"I don't impale you."

"Well, you do in a way mate. You really don't like it?"

"Sorry babe, but no."

"Oh, OK then, well I shall have to keep looking for inspiration. Oh, that
feels good J."

I continued washing the last of my orgasm from his bum and then turned him
around and kissed him. "You know Logan; this weekend has been the best
weekend I have ever had I think."

"It's not over yet sunshine. C'mon the un-named one needs a wash."

Logan washed me down and we got out of the shower, dried ourselves and went
back to the scene of our latest sexual endeavour.

"Lunch babe?"

"Too right J, what has Casa Myers got on offer today?"

"Homemade pies and sausage rolls OK, mate?"

"Sounds the go my good man."

"Goodo then."

"Excellent my little cheffy friend. What can I do?"

"Light the oven and set to 180C please. 20 minutes should do the trick."

I threw the goodies in the oven and we put on some Pink Floyd Dark Side of
the Moon. The 20 minutes flew by and we were soon scoffing down Mum's
homemade pastries, washed down with a Coke or two. As we were cleaning up
we again enjoyed a good burping contest which on this occasion I had to
give to Logan, and he didn't nearly throw up. Once we cleaned up we went
back to the stereo and played a heap of music all afternoon, dancing,
sweating, making out and just having a total ball. Logan was a great dance
partner and I really wished that we could do it in public together but it
was a bit taboo I think, at least the way we danced.

Logan and I, despite our thorough enjoyment of each other's bodies, were,
to all intents and purposes, straight, at least to the outside world
anyway. We had both had occasional girlfriends in Years 8 and 9 although
neither of us had done anything more than hold their hands. When we talked
about it, not long after we started having sex together, we both agreed
that it was only because it was expected of us, not some deep seated need
to play with boobs or touch a minge. It was peer group pressure, nothing
more. I kind of felt sorry for some of the girls, they showed interest in
both Logan and I but we just went along living our lives, not ignoring
them, but certainly not encouraging them either. And this was when we were
just mates. Now we were lovers the girls had no hope of anything whatsoever
other than a hello.

We danced the afternoon away and by 4.00 thought perhaps another backyard
water fight would be useful given our hot sweaty condition. Aunt Dot had
not returned yet so we stayed pretty tame as far as the sexy stuff was
concerned. About 5.30 we had just about had enough and dried ourselves and
Barry before we folded all the towels Logan had washed that morning. As we
were finishing that up Dot banged through the back door, asked us if
everything was going well and once she was satisfied we had not destroyed
the house, she was off again. Good. That was that. She would likely pop in
sometime Monday but we would work around that somehow.

We grabbed a couple of brews, some munchies and went back outside, sitting
again under the shade of the old tree and talked about school, which was
coming up in just two weeks. Both of us had done well in our Year 10
exams. I had done well enough to earn a small scholarship from Dad's work
which would pay for my books and various other items for the next two
years. Logan did even better than me but it was still not good enough for
his Dad. I had the feeling that Rodney was right and that Logan's Dad would
always be raising the bar on Logan and that he would never be satisfied
with any result Logan managed to produce. When I mentioned this to Logan he
just said that it was nonsense, his Dad just wanted the best for him and
pushed him accordingly. I thought it was crap but I said no more; besides I
had promised Rodney, only days before, I would support Logan as much as
possible in his academic endeavours so I needed to pull my head in and just
do what I had promised.

Anyway, because Logan had supposedly not achieved the levels his father
wanted, Logan would not be allowed out to run around as he wanted. Limited
social time and hard work would be the order of the day in the new school
year and that certainly did not bode well for our love life. We were
teenagers though, and teenagers can be devious and clever when they want
something bad enough. Logan and I knew we would find a way to get together
because we wanted it bad enough.

About 6.30, after our second brew, I asked if he was getting hungry, if so
I would order a couple of family pizzas for home delivery.

"Too right J, that sounds the go. Gotta keep the energy up man, for the
nocturnal activities like."

I rang the local pizza bar, no corporations back then, just the local,
using toppings you could actually identify. Delivery in 30 minutes and
change for a ten. Easy. We went into the lounge and turned on the TV, some
crappy documentary on moose or deer or something was on one channel and
Sonny and Cher the other. We chose Cher. I sat on the sofa and Logan sat
right next me with his left arm around my shoulders. His right hand moved
over to my right and we held hands, his head resting against mine;
everything we did together felt right, felt natural.

In no time the doorbell rang, Barry started his deep bark campaign and I
asked Logan just to hold him while I opened the doors. Once secured behind
me I opened the door and there our pizza guy stood with two large boxes and
a couple of garlic breads on top. He was something of a cutie, red hair,
fair skin and with a very pretty face complete with green eyes and the
reddest lips I had ever seen. As I took the boxes from him and handed over
a ten he looked behind me and saw Logan.

"Oh hey Logan. How's things?"

"Hi Trevor, yep all good. You?"

Trevor shifted his gaze to me and looked me up and down taking his time
around my man regions.

"Yep, I'm good; you certainly got yourself a nice one here Logan. No wonder
you told me no more messing around. Still, if you guys ever want a, you
know, threesome, let me know."

"Keep the change man." Was all I could say, smiling at him.

"Sure thanks, you're one lucky dude." And with that he was gone.

I held the boxes in one arm as I closed the doors and turned around smiling
at Logan.

"I know, I know, you want me to spill the beans right?"

"He was cute Logan. Am I to presume that you two were, ah, buddies?"

"Yes J. We used to be wank buddies."

As I walked back through to the kitchen I said "You seem to have a thing
for older guys Logan, you know, Rod and old Red there."

"That's not true Jeremy."

"No I know babe, I'm just joshing with you." I was opening the boxes up and
pulling apart some of the bread. "Help yourself man, it smells good." I
wasn't going to go too far with the age thing; Logan had become defensive
straight away so it just was not worth it.

"Pizza looks great J, I'll tell you more later; about Trevor, OK?"

"Sure babe, only if you want." I knew better than to feel threatened by
Trevor, or anyone else for that matter. Logan was too loyal and had made it
quite clear over the past four weeks that I was his first choice.

We helped ourselves to the pizza and garlic bread and I grabbed some Coke
out of the fridge to wash it down with. Pizza and Coke are really a perfect
match. It did not take us long to demolish all the food with Barry helping
out and gobbling up some of the crusts, ham and assorted meats. He looked
happy. We cleaned up pretty quick, burping loudly again and went back into
the lounge, resuming our previous positions.

"J?"

"That's me babe."

"You had Mathew as a buddy there for while didn't you?"

"Well, yes mate, but not for very long. We jerked each other off a few
times; I think he would have liked to do more actually."

"What happened?"

"I met a right horn dog who means the world to me and we have outrageous
sex and he makes me very happy."

"Really J, or are you taking the piss?"

"Yes Logan, really, it's true. Look, I pulled Mathew on New Year's night,
my heart wasn't in it; all I could think of was you so I decided I wouldn't
do it with anyone but you. Mathew's been around a couple of times and in
the end I had to tell him, sorry, but I have all I need."

Logan looked pretty happy with that.

"Thanks J that means a lot to me. It's odd too because I told Trevor the
exact thing on the same night. We jerked each other and then I told him. I
said no more, I had someone very special and I didn't want to ruin it." He
took a couple of deep breaths.

"Jeremy, I want you to know, I only ever wanked Trevor, nothing else. Until
Rodney showed me all that stuff in December, I was pretty naive. Even with
Rod, it was just wanking until last month. I knew there was more I could do
with boys, and I sure wanted to do it with you, but it was Rod that showed
me exactly what and how.  Trevor was only ever a release. And Rod was a
means to an end.  It was you J, it's always been you, that I wanted."

"Thankyou, Logan. That is a really special thing to say. My only regret,
mate, is that we took so long to get where we are."

"No regrets J, just enjoy what we have babe; anyway, I think we have so
much more to come. And there'll be no one else Jeremy. No one ever. Just
you."

"Thanks Loges. I don't want anyone else either. It can only ever be you
babe, always and forever."

We kissed, sealing our commitment to one another before Logan rested his
head on my shoulder again.

"Logan? We're getting pretty serious aren't we?" He sat up and looked at
me.

"Yes J, yes we are. I was kind of hoping you would be my, my boyfriend
Jeremy."

My arm was around Logan and I squeezed him a little tighter. "I would love
to be your boyfriend Logan; it would mean the world to me."

"So we're boyfriends now then?"

"We sure are babe. Umm, Logan?"

 "Yeah?"

"Can we get ready for bed now? You know, walk Barry, clean our teeth and
stuff. I just want to lay with you, you know?"

He stood and took my hand. "Sure J, lets walk Barry and then the night is
ours."