Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2016 14:37:04 +0800
From: jeremymyers111@gmail.com
Subject: Logan - Logan 9

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Logan 9

The next few months we continued our fortnightly visits to the apartment,
thanks to the generosity of both Miles and Rodney. Although Christmas was
still a way off yet, Logan and I decided that rather than give each other
presents we would combine our resources and buy the boys something
special. I had a few ideas and one Saturday, about a month after he got
back, I arranged for Logan to come in to meet Dean and at the same time
look for something nice that Miles and Rod could share.

Logan hit it off with Dean straight away, they chatted on about a wide
variety of subjects, some I didn't even know Logan had any clue
about. Maybe I should talk more with my boyfriend. I was pleased though, it
was good to get Dean's approval, I trusted him and liked him as a boss
quite a lot and to see him engage with my Logan was excellent. We finished
up picking out some very expensive wine glasses for the boys, we hoped they
would like them, we knew they would make good use of them. Dean said he
would wrap them up for us and I could take them home anytime, Christmas was
still months away.

The school's season of Pygmalion started the Wednesday of the second week
of September. We had a full house on every one of the three nights as
parents, teachers, students and friends came along to see our thespian
talents. Logan, Rodney and Miles trotted along for opening night, which
looking back now must have been bloody hilarious. Eliza Doolittle fluffed
her lines three times and, as he was entering stage right, Henry Higgins
tripped over a sandbag and went sprawling across the stage, almost exiting
stage left.

Backstage it was chaos of course but we managed to get through it all. The
next two nights went off well and Logan, together with all the inner
sanctum came along to watch on the last night. I think they were all
disappointed no-one messed up after the opening night debacle. Logan hung
around afterwards for the after season party and it was really nice to have
him with me on a Friday night.  His Mum picked him up a little before 12
and we had a fairly long chat. I liked Mrs Phillips, she always treated me
well.

On the other hand, though, Mr Phillips was always curt with me and showed
no desire to get to know his son's best friend. I had the feeling every
time I saw him that he knew what I was doing with his son and it was all my
fault. I spoke to Logan about this but he said I was being paranoid, how
could his father know anything, it was OK; one day his Dad would accept me,
whether he liked it or not. I didn't like my chances on that to be honest.

The weeks passed and us Year 11's started our exams in late October, prior
to the Year 12`s starting their finals. We would get our results before the
term ended on Friday 6th December. By November, Logan and I could return to
our shower stall meetings with the weather warming up nicely in the last
weeks of spring. Once our exams finished in early November we all began to
unwind a little and the classes were less formal.  Logan and I discussed
the upcoming summer holidays, virtually 9 weeks to bum around and enjoy
ourselves. I was really looking forward to it; it would allow us to return
to the closeness that we both missed, both hungered for. It was not all
about the sex, it was just being together, having the freedom to do what we
wanted and progress our friendship, our relationship. And the sex.

We got our results at the start of our last week of term. Surprisingly, I
had done reasonably well in most of my subjects with the exception of
Maths. I knew I was never going to be able to get high scores there and had
warned my parents not to expect miracles. Logan's results were outstanding;
he had excelled in all his subjects vindicating the sacrifice we had made
throughout the year. Then came the bombshell that would rip our summer
apart. Mr Phillips was still not satisfied and Logan would be going to
summer school starting just after New Year and finishing the week before we
commenced our final year of high school.

Logan told me the first Saturday night of the holidays at Miles' place,
having been told by his father only that morning. Logan was distraught; he
was finally beginning to see that no matter how well he did, no matter how
high his scores, he would likely never satisfy Ron Phillips. I could very
easily have chucked a hissy fit but I knew it would not be useful to either
Logan or me. So, I soothed him and calmed him as we sat on the side of our
bed. I hugged him and held him tight saying it would be OK, that in the
long run it would be worth it and it was only four weeks. Not even Rodney
could get Logan out for those four weeks. We would be separated again just
when we thought that we could get even closer.

Logan and I made very good use of the freedom that we had though for those
five or six weeks leading up to his enforced education. We continued
meeting in the shower stall and recommenced our occasional nocturnal visits
to the park. We were also still getting to the apartment and spent a great
deal of time there through the days and nights, sitting around the pool,
playing tennis and living the life of the rich and famous. Both Rod and
Miles had finished university for the year so it was wonderful spending
time with them and just relaxing.

 Miles' younger brother, Sean, would join us too, he was the same age as
Logan and I and went to one of the exclusive colleges just down the
road. He idolised Miles and enjoyed being around us all. He was a nice
looking guy with blondish hair the same as Miles and well-tanned, clear
skin. His brown eyes looked wonderful on him and from what I could see he
carried a pretty fair package behind his boardies. His bum was nice too but
not to the same level as my boyfriend's. He was as straight as an arrow of
course but, having grown up with a gay brother, was very comfortable around
the four of us. We liked Sean and enjoyed his company most days. He never
seemed to mind when Logan and I would fool around in the pool a little then
disappear into our room to ease the growing pressure in our boardies. His
girlfriend visited a couple of times but stopped when she realised we were
all gay. Sean dropped her soon after.

This period in our relationship was, to me, one of great growth, even
though it was only for a relatively short period. We were out of the
confines of school, we could spend whole days and nights together and
become even more familiar with one another. We so enjoyed each other's
company and I was constantly on a high being with my Logan. We could
totally be ourselves without fear and indulge in our vices whenever the
mood took us. And boy, did the mood take us.

I was also beginning to understand my feelings for Logan. While they had
always been intense, and I happily admitted that I adored him, I was
beginning to suspect that love may be playing a part in it all. I still had
trouble defining it and I could not be 100% sure. I thought it could also
be lust but why then did I still feel the way I did when we were just
together and doing ordinary guy stuff, ordinary things? Why did I feel so
empty when he was not there? I had so many other friends and I enjoyed
their company too but they never made me feel the same way as Logan. I
tried analysing it but the answers would not come. I decided to let it burn
and see where it would take me.

As for Logan, I knew he adored me and enjoyed being with me as much as I
with him but he too seemed to be having difficulty in getting to any firm
conclusion. We never talked of it, love was never mentioned other than in
the words make love or lover. I wondered if perhaps, at 16, we were pushing
the boundaries a little too much and we needed to mature that little bit
more.

Christmas fell on a Wednesday in 1974 and we would be going our separate
ways on the preceding Sunday. Miles, Rod, Logan and I went for dinner at a
seafood restaurant down the coast a little and indulged ourselves in local
lobster and prawns. It was probably the most decadent meal I had ever
eaten. This was followed by a crème brulee, something new to me, and a
desert I love to this day. After dinner we crossed the road to the beach
and just sat on a large retaining wall, watching the world go by.

"Well, boys, Rod and I have something to tell you."

"OK Miles, what news?"

"I've decided to come out to Mum and Dad, Logan, after Christmas. Then
Miles and I are heading to Sydney to have a look for an apartment over
there, we think that maybe we'll continue our uni there."

"Oh, really?" Logan was not a happy boy. Neither was I particularly. We all
knew what it would mean.

"Look we know you guys depend on us for your nights out and everything, and
we have considered that but we want to lead our lives in a more
cosmopolitan environment. Perth is just too much of a backwater."

"When, when are you going?"

"Logan please, don't be upset, please. You know we love you, but we need to
be us, you know?"

"When Rod?"

"Shit Logan. Miles and I will go over early January and maybe move in late
February, before the first semester starts."

"Fuck." That was all he said before he jumped down off the retaining wall
and stormed off.

"Sorry guys, I'll see to it, he's just upset I guess."

I jumped down off the wall and followed Logan, having to trot along to
catch up to him. I caught up and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Hey Loges, c'mon man, we should be happy for them."

Logan stopped and turned, looking at me. I had never seen him like this,
not even when we weren't friends did he look like this, not even when we
had tussled with one another. There was a darkness about him, something
that stank of fear, anger and hurt. I was kind of shocked.

"Fuck it J, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. Every time we move one step forward
some fucker comes along and screws us. Dad, Rod, Miles. Shits all of
them. Fuck it Jeremy; and how can you be so fucking calm, they're fucking
you too you know."

"Loges, calm down babe, people are looking." They certainly were. "Look, I
know, it sucks Logan, but they have to live their lives mate. You know
they've been really good to us and they don't deserve this treatment."

"Fuck off Jeremy, just fuck off will you, fuck you, fuck them, fuck
everyone." He stood looking at me, defiant. I couldn't remember him ever
telling me to fuck off, at least not since we'd been friends.

"You don't mean that Logan, please, that's enough babe, please."

He kept staring at me, ready to let loose some more verbal abuse, then
suddenly, the darkness was gone. He was just a 16-year-old kid, hurting and
angry. He sagged and I stepped in and held him, one hand behind his head,
the other on his back. He started crying into my shoulder, quiet little
sobs that barely shook him. I understood how he felt, his father had
enforced martial law all year and just when he thought he would have some
amount of freedom, summer school came up. Now, after a fantastic three
weeks off and on at the apartment, that too would be taken away.

"It's OK Loges. We'll get through it just as we have always got through
things thrown in our way. C'mon babe, It's OK." I continued talking softly
to him, reassuring him, calming him. Slowly he settled and the crying
stopped; he wrapped his arms around me holding me tight. Looking over his
shoulder I could see Rod and Miles standing further down the beach, looking
at us. They would have to wait a little longer; Logan took a deep breath,
shuddering.

"I'm sorry Jeremy, I don't know why I said that, I'm so sorry." His head
still lay against my shoulder and I held him tight. I didn't care who saw
us, I just needed to comfort my man.

"Logan, my darling, it's OK, don't worry about it. We all go off
sometimes. Mate, I know things look bleak, but we'll work something new
out. We still have a couple of weeks' babe, let's make the most of it aye?"

"I know, you're right. And the boys didn't deserve that, neither did
you. I'm so sorry."

"Enough babe, I know your sorry, don't worry any more about it. We're
totally good. C'mon, you will need to apologise to the boys though."

"I know."

He looked up at me and I grabbed a couple of tissues out of my jean pocket
and gently wiped his eyes then told him to blow his nose. Once done we
turned and headed back. We walked up to the guys, they looked a little
worried.

"Everything OK?"

"I'm sorry Rod, sorry Miles, I had no right to be like that. You've both
been so good to us and that's how I thank you. I'm really sorry."

"Dude, it's OK. We know what it means for you both, we know that we are
making life harder for you both and for that we're sorry. But we need to
move on, you know?"

"I know Miles, And I really hope it works out for you both. Can J and I
come visit some time?"

"Of course dude, of course."

We headed back to the car, Logan with his arm around my shoulders. I really
hoped I would never see that darkness again.

We got back to the apartment a little after 10.00pm and Logan and I went
into our room and grabbed our present to Rod and Miles. Before I could do
anything Logan grabbed and kissed me, his tongue manoeuvring into my
mouth. Naturally I responded and could feel his hardness on my thigh as my
dick woke up too. All too soon he pulled off.

"J, please forgive me, I lost control babe, I haven't done that for ages
man, not since you and I started being friends."

"Nothing to forgive Loges. C'mon let's give the guys their present before
they go to bed. Then we can come back here and enjoy each other. If you
want to talk mate, then we'll talk, OK?"

"Thank you Jeremy. You really do mean the world to me you know."

"I know Logan, and you're my everything."

We kissed again and then headed out with our gift. The boys were sitting on
the couch having a bit of a kiss and we coughed. They broke off and looked
at us.

"Umm guys, you've both been really good to us this last year, we want you
to have this, it will go right well in your new apartment."

"Thanks Logan, thanks Jeremy, you didn't have to, you know."

"It's something we wanted to do Rod, for you both from both of us."

"Thanks Logan, Jeremy."

We all hugged each other then they unwrapped the box. Inside it were six
Riedel Cabernet glasses, each in their own individual box. Miles whistled.

"Far out guys, this is too much, I mean they're bloody lovely and all
honestly..."

"Just say you like them Miles, Rod?"

"They're perfect boys, thank you."

"Yes guys, thanks lots, we'll make good use of them for sure, won't we
Rod?"

"Absolutely."

"And now, time for champagne, champagne for everyone."

"Wow, excellent idea Miles. Excellent." Logan trotted off into the kitchen
and grabbed some glasses while Miles went to the fridge and grabbed the
champagne.

"Is he OK Jeremy?" Rod whispered.

"Yeah I think so, I think he wants to talk about it. I've never seen him
like that, it was like a black veil had come down on him."

"Yeah, I've seen it before, he gets to a point and then he kind of loses
it. I've not seen it for a long time Jeremy. He's under a lot of stress if
it's there."

"Yeah well, it's not been easy Rod, you know, you guys have been our only
bright light for most of the year."

"I'm sorry Jeremy, we're making things more difficult I know."

"We'll get through it."

The other two had finished pouring the champers and each carried two
glasses to where we were standing near the fire place. Logan passed me one
of his and I winked and smiled at him. He gave me his beautiful smile
back. We all stood around in a rough circle, clinked our glasses together
and toasted Christmas, friendship and Rod and Miles' new adventure. Both
Logan and I had two glasses of the bubbly. We enjoyed it but by mid-way
through the second glass I could feel the effects beginning to kick in. If
I wanted to stay up and be with my lover that would do it, no more.

I finished my glass and took it into the kitchen. Logan followed and we
both rinsed out our glasses and left them on the counter. Logan took my
hand and, saying goodnight to the boys, led me into our bedroom, shutting
the door behind us. Logan was still not himself, he was trying to be up and
be his normal self but I knew him, there was still something off. He turned
to me and we kissed, each of us groping, looking for our cocks behind the
denim. I undid his fly and put my hand in, finding his hardness and
squeezed and pulled it. He undid my shirt and took it off. I pulled my hand
out of his jeans, undid the belt and button and then started on his shirt,
all the while each of us kissing and touching.

We moved over to the bed and lay down, I finished removing Logan's shirt
and he began undoing my belt, button and fly. He pulled my jeans down as
far he could then started licking my cock, tonguing and kissing it as it
offered him a single bead of essence. He licked it off, lifting his head
and, as he did so, a pearlescent string from my slit to his tongue followed
him then broke as he came down again on me. He started again, licking,
kissing, squeezing my dick. I stroked his hair as he made love to my dick,
then, he lifted off me and moved to my feet, removing my shoes and socks
then removing my jeans totally before moving back up to pleasure my dick. I
spread my legs slightly and his right hand rubbed my sack and gently
massaged my balls before it moved to my hole, rubbing and pushing on it. I
moaned in pleasure as he continued to work on my dick with his mouth and
other hand.

My hips moved in harmony with Logan and I could feel the first signs of an
impending orgasm.

"Loges, my turn babe."

He looked me in the eye as he continued pleasuring my cock and winked. I
would have to wait. My hips continued to help Logan along as instinct took
over and I tried thrusting deep into his mouth. He stopped bobbing up and
down on me as my hips took over entirely, thrusting in and out of his
mouth, his left hand holding my dick in place while his right fingered my
hole. I could feel the surge of my climax begin and warned Logan.

He was ready and waiting as I shot three or four blasts of fresh cream out
into his mouth, with more dribbling out as my climax abated. Logan took
over with his mouth, sucking and licking, cleaning up all of my climax. He
climbed up the bed and we kissed, sharing some of my load. His left hand
still held my dick and he lightly stroked it as it remained half hard. I
pulled off him and I moved down the bed, took off his shoes and socks then
moved up and pulled his jeans down past his ankles and off. His cock lay at
an angle across his stomach and moved involuntarily. Logan's left arm was
by his side while his right lay folded cross his stomach.

He looked down at me as I moved up and took his hardness into my mouth,
first licking, then kissing, then sucking his beautiful cock. My right hand
controlled his dick while my left moved to his sack and lightly tickled it,
he had grown some hair there over the last year, nothing excessive, just a
few strays to keep things interesting. He was hanging very loose and his
nuts moved around a little as I tended to his dick. I licked his entire
length taking my time on his glans and his slit. My lips covered his knob
as I went further down on him then engulfed him entirely. Logan's left hand
came up and began stroking my hair and massaging my scalp as his hips moved
slightly in time with my mouth actions. My left hand moved past his sack
and onto his hole where my index finger massaged and rubbed the puckered
skin. He moaned and whimpered and spread his legs as far as they could go
in that position and my finger slowly disappeared into him, intensifying
his moans.

I pulled it out then back in again and began to stimulate what Miles had
revealed was a thing called a prostate gland. It was located perfectly for
anal sex and was the magic spot to hit. I felt it and my finger rubbed over
it giving Logan huge pleasure and he moaned accordingly. My tongue, mouth
and lips continued to pleasure his dick while my finger pleasured him; I
considered putting another finger in but it was dry and the KY was still in
Logan's bag. Anyway, Logan was showing all the signs of an impending climax
as he tried pushing his cock further into my mouth. Like him, I allowed him
to finish off, his hips moving steadily as my right hand maintained a
circle of finger and thumb at the base.

"Damn J, sorry, oh shit."

He exploded into me, massive amounts of cum, at least six shots down my
throat, over my tongue and out the side of my mouth. Never had he shot so
much, at least not into my mouth, and despite swallowing I lost the battle
as more dribbled out. It was like he was releasing all the stress, all the
hurt and all the pain in one mammoth orgasm. It was sensational and I
really wished I had seen it rather than felt it. The flow slowed and I took
a deep breath as I continued mop up operations, my finger still buried deep
inside of my man. As he became sensitive I pulled out my finger and took my
mouth off his slowly deflating dick. I looked up at him as I finished and
he was looking down at me. He smiled, fuck I love that smile, and I moved
up the bed, took him into my arms and kissed him.

As he recovered from what must have been one sensational orgasm he wrapped
his arms around me and buried his head into my left shoulder, nestling in
and kissing me there. My left arm came around his neck and my hand stroked
his hair. I kissed the top of his head, enjoying the feel of my man next to
me. Damn I adored him.

After a while he moved and lay flat beside me, his head and shoulders
resting on two pillows. I moved further onto my left side and my right arm
came across his chest and fondled his left nipple as his dick dozed
away. My own dick was still half hard and rested slightly on Logan's upper
thigh.

"J, I know you said it was OK mate, but I feel awful about tonight babe, I
really am so sorry, I ruined it, I ruined your night."

"No, no you didn't Loges, no way. I meant it, it's OK, we all go dark
sometimes."

"Dark? Did you see it? The darkness J, did you see it?"

"It's an illusion Logan, you were angry, hurt, frustrated, I understand
babe, I really do."

"You saw it. Rod's told me it's like a darkness comes over me. I thought I
had passed it, I thought it was gone for good when you came into my life."

"Logan, it's not real, it's just temper. OK, it feels like a darkness, but
it's still you, it's still the man I adore, and it left quicker than it
arrived. Mate, you have been building up to something like that for weeks,
maybe more. All the frustration, the restrictions, the study, the exams,
summer fucking school, fuck mate. You need to control it and to control it
you need to let go more often, small little hisses rather than one big
fucking explosion, you know?"

" You think that will do it J?"

"Yes mate, I do, stop bottling things up babe, let go occasionally. That
way that effing darkness won't stand a chance."

"Thank you J, I'll try. Did you say you adore me?"

"My word I did, and I do."

"I adore you too Jeremy, I don't know what I would do if you were taken
from me."

"Never going to happen my beautiful man, always and forever, remember?"

"Always and forever my dearest J."

He rolled over and we lay looking at one another, his left hand stroking my
cheek and face, his thumb running along my lips as I kissed it. His right
hand held my dick and he slowly stroked it to hardness. My right hand
fondled his left nipple as my left played gently with his growing dick. As
our hardness grew Logan climbed over me and lay on me as I spread my legs
allowing his crotch to slot in and our dicks and balls meshed together as
we began yet another prolonged night of sweet, joyous sex.

We all went our separate ways the next afternoon. We would be back at the
apartment on the 28th allowing us all to fulfil our family obligations over
Christmas. Then, on the 29th, the four of us, along with Sean and his new
girlfriend, would go out for dinner to celebrate Logan's and my first
anniversary.

It should have been a joyous occasion, but it wasn't. Rodney had told his
parents of his sexual orientation, of Miles and his plans to move to Sydney
two days after Christmas. His father had kicked him out there and then,
barely allowing him time to pack up his stuff. It was awful and both Logan
and I felt for him. He moved in with Miles straight away. I thought things
would be cancelled but never the less, Miles picked up Logan and me just
after lunch on the 28th as arranged and we headed to the apartment, the
mood pretty sombre. They stuck pretty much to themselves as Miles tried to
keep Rodney on the up.

Logan and I were alone sitting on a cushioned bench by the pool later that
afternoon, discussing the likely consequences.

"Loges, your Dad, he thinks pretty highly of Rod, I mean he let Rod take
you out whenever. What now do you reckon?"

"Shit, J. I don't know, I think we're screwed, you and me. As soon as Dad
finds out, and it could happen anytime now, that will be it. No more
apartment, no more Rodney, no more Miles. Dad won't tolerate it."

"If he won't tolerate his nephew, what of his son?"

"He'll have no choice J. I'm not ready yet to tell my parents about me,
about us. But I know as soon as he finds out about Rod, well, he'll suspect
me, suspect you."

"He already suspects me Logan. He barely registers me when I see him."

"I know babe, I've been a bit blind haven't I?"

"It's OK Loges; we all want to see the best in our parents. What we have to
do is keep him happy, work around the restrictions, because if we don't
then we will be 100% screwed."

"You're right of course J. We'll find a way won't we? For us to be
together?"

"Most certainly, my man. Whatever it takes." We went quiet for a while
contemplating the consequences of these new developments. I needed to know
one thing more.

"Loges? How are you holding up babe? Are you OK, you managing this
alright?"

He had been gazing into space, thinking I guess, and came back looking at
me from behind the Ray-Bans. He took them off so I could see his wonderful
blue eyes.

"I know, J. I know why you ask and thank you for caring. I thought about
what you said a lot, after last week's performance, and I've decided to
make some changes to how I deal with things. No more bottling stuff up, no
more waiting until it all gets too much. If I have learnt one thing from
you my darling J, it's how to adjust and be strong, how to know when to let
things go and when to make a stand. You were right, I needed to let loose
rather than keep it in and you know what? It works babe, I don't feel so, I
don't know, tight any more. This thing with Rod, the family disowning him,
it upsets me, but I've allowed it to upset me instead of leaving it to
fester. You showed me that J, you showed me the way to be a better me, you
know?"

I didn't actually know what to say to any of that so just placed my right
hand on his knee, leant across and kissed him.