The Last of Logan
Last night had been... unexpected, but exactly what I didn’t know I needed. I lay in bed, eyes half-open, staring at the ceiling while the lamp's soft glow filled the room with a quiet warmth. My mind kept circling back to Logan, to his dick, to what we did—something we'd never done before but felt so natural, so right. It wasn’t just the act itself that kept me thinking. It was the closeness, the shared moment, how our usual boundaries blurred in the comfort of our dorm.
The night had settled over the campus, quiet and still, but my mind buzzed with the memory of what had happened just 24 hours ago. Just as I started to wonder if he felt it too, the door clicked open, and there was Logan, back from wherever he’d been, his hair slightly tousled from the cool night air. His backpack hung lazily over one shoulder, his movements unhurried. Our eyes met, and in that instant, something warm and undeniable stirred deep inside me, a familiar heat that made my chest tighten. Logan's lips curved into that easy, casual smile. It made my pulse race, a sharp reminder of the fun we had had.
He dropped his bag next to the desk with a soft thud. Without a word, Logan stepped closer, the space between us shrinking, the room suddenly thick with anticipation. The silence between us buzzed, full of possibilities, heavy with the weight of what was about to happen. Logan sat down, his thigh pressing against mine, closer than he needed to be, and I couldn’t stop the thrill that raced through me. His hand moved slowly, deliberately, resting on my leg. The pressure was gentle but steady, his fingers spreading warmth where they landed. We both knew where this was headed. His eyes flicked to mine, dark with intent, and I leaned in just slightly, enough for him to feel my answer.
Logan's hand, still resting on my thigh, tightened just slightly, his fingers pressing into my skin, sending a pulse of heat through me. Our eyes locked, and before I could even think, I leaned in. The moment stretched, thick with the tension that had been building between us, and then finally, his lips met mine. It was slow at first, tentative, like we were still testing the boundaries of this new space we’d found ourselves in. But the second he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding up to the back of my neck, something inside me snapped.
I pulled him closer, our bodies pressed together now, the warmth of him grounding me in the moment. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath hitch, and I felt a low sound escape me. Logan’s mouth moved to my jaw, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear, his breath hot and steady, sending shivers down my spine.
"God, you feel incredible," he murmured against my skin, his voice low and filled with a hunger that sent a thrill through me.
My hands found their way to his waist, tugging at the hem of his shirt, eager to feel more of him. "I want to feel you," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. He raised his arms slightly, allowing me to pull it off in one swift motion. As the fabric fell away, my fingers traced over the chiseled contours of his chest, the defined muscles that felt warm and firm beneath my touch. Each dip and curve of his body ignited something primal within me, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly he fit against me.
Logan leaned in again, his lips claiming mine with a renewed urgency, and this time there was no hesitation. The tension between us melted into something instinctive, drawing us closer. "You’re driving me wild," he breathed against my lips, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Then let’s make this a fun night,” I replied, a surge of confidence coursing through me. “Just the two of us.”
As our lips met, everything around us faded away—our breaths quickened, and the air crackled with electricity. At this point we began to get fully naked. Each brush of skin sent waves of pleasure coursing between us, building with every kiss. I could feel his warmth, his body a perfect blend of strength and softness. “I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, his fingers gliding down my side, leaving a trail of tingling heat.
“Then show me,” I urged, my heart racing. “Show me everything.”
He leaned back slightly, locking eyes with me, a playful smirk teasing his lips. “You’re really sure about this?” He said looking down at my behind. I knew then what he wanted to do to me.
“Because once we start, there’s no going back.”
“I’ve never been more certain,” I breathed, the thrill of vulnerability making my pulse quicken.
“Then let’s make it unforgettable,” he said, his voice low and laced with promise. With that, he pulled me closer, our bodies melding together, each kiss deepening the connection and igniting the fire between us. “Just hold on tight.”
He turned me around and bent me over. Logan went down to his knees and drove his tongue into my ass. When his warm breath brushed against me, it sent a shiver down my spine, and I began to experience a sensation I had never felt before.
“Fuck Logan,” was all I said. Logan went in deeper.
As I surrendered to the moment, Logan’s presence enveloped me, grounding me while also making my pulse quicken. The air was thick with unspoken desire, and I could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting contrast to the thrill coursing through my body. He leaned closer, his breath a tantalizing whisper against my skin, and the sensation sent a fresh wave of anticipation washing over me.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice low and full of concern, breaking the spell just enough for me to collect my thoughts.
“I am,” I replied, the honesty in my voice surprising even me. “Just… keep going.”
His hands caressed my sides, warm and steady, as he began to explore further. Every gentle touch felt electric, stirring something deep within me that I had never fully recognized before. It was as if he was unlocking a door to a part of me I hadn’t known existed, and I was ready to step through.
“Trust me,” he murmured, and I could hear the confidence in his tone. The way he guided me, his movements deliberate and caring, made me feel safe even in my vulnerability. I leaned into the experience, letting go of any lingering doubts. This was our moment, and I was determined to savor every second of it.
Logan’s touch became more assured, and with each caress, I felt myself opening up, both physically and emotionally. I realized this was more than just pleasure; it was a profound connection, an exploration of trust that went beyond the physical. As he continued, I could sense the way he paid attention to my responses, adjusting his movements, ensuring I felt cherished and respected.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be fully present in this beautiful moment, and the world outside faded away. All that existed was us, our shared breath, and the intoxicating promise of what was to come.
After a while, Logan paused, his hands gently resting on my hips as he turned me around to face him. Our eyes met, and in that moment, I saw a mix of mischief and tenderness. There was something in his gaze that made my heart race even faster, a silent promise of the pleasure yet to come.
“Let’s change things up a bit,” he said, his voice low and inviting. I felt a thrill course through me as he guided me back against the wall, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating between us. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Logan leaned in, capturing my lips again. This kiss was different—deeper, more consuming. It sent a wave of warmth through me, igniting sensations I hadn’t anticipated. As he pulled away just enough to catch my gaze, I could see the playful spark in his eyes.
“Trust me,” he murmured, and I nodded, excitement and anticipation swirling inside me. He knelt before me again, but this time, his hands glided up my thighs, exploring with a teasing slowness that made my breath hitch. The way he looked up at me, his expression filled with intent, sent shivers through my body.
As his lips found their way to my erect cock, trailing soft kisses along my inner thighs, I felt a different kind of pleasure building—a delicious tension that made my skin tingle. The sensation was intoxicating, and I gasped softly, my fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on without needing to say a word.
Logan took his time, savoring each moment, each kiss, as if he were memorizing every inch of me. The way he focused on me, attentive and playful, made me feel both cherished and exhilarated. I lost myself in the rhythm of his touch, the world outside fading into nothingness as I surrendered to the waves of pleasure building inside me.
“Just like that,” I breathed, completely captivated by the connection we were sharing. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around us, and I couldn’t help but smile.
As the waves of pleasure continued to build within me, I felt myself teetering on the edge of something monumental. Each stroke and kiss from Logan enveloped me into a point of no return. I began to hump his face involuntarily, and he let himself
In this moment, Logan’s eyes never left mine. Finally, as I surrendered completely, I felt the tension within me release in a rush—a flood of warmth and light that washed over me. I had unleashed my cum inside his throat. I hadn’t warned him that I was cuming, it just happened and I wanted to enjoy the moment. Logan swallowed every last bit.
“Logan,” I breathed, my voice thick with lust. He stood up and began stroking his dick. He was coming as well. I took this cue to get on my knees and bury my face in his pubes and balls. It was now my turn to get fed.
“Let me take care of you,” I said softly, looking up into his eyes. There was a flicker of surprise, then something warmer, a spark of trust. He nodded and inserted his pulsing cock in my mouth.
With his two hands, Logan grabbed my head and began to hump me uncontrollably. His moans were loud and heavy. I could tell he had been wanting this for a long time.
In no time, Logan released his thick ropes of cum inside of me. As you can probably imagine, he tasted amazing. As Logan surrendered to the moment, a deep breath escaped him, and I could see the tension melting away from his features. His body relaxed, and the expression on his face shifted from anticipation to sheer relief. It was as if he was finally allowing himself to feel everything. I’ve needed this,” he said softly.
We both stood naked, our dicks semi-hard, our mouths with a brand new taste of each other’s cum. Logan and I just smiled at each other, proud of what we had done tonight and excited of what was to come.
During my freshman year, when I lived with Logan, we kept blowing each other. Eventually, however, Logan found a girl who started to do the same things I did to him. He left to go live with her half way through Spring semester. And even though I was upset that Logan was no longer interested, at that point of the year, I had started exploring with other men so I wasn’t too bummed out by it.
I was on to new adventures with a physics professor, a gloryhole in the library basement, and athletes who lived next door.
