Chapter II. Logan
Video games.
The winter was particularly warm but also rainy that year. Of course, everybody hates rain, but for our group it also meant that we couldn’t see each other that much, as we hung out mostly outdoors. My parents are hard workers, and would be away a lot on business trips; meaning my brother Clay and I would have the house to ourselves a lot.
Our parents, who had met at a conference and immediately bonded decided to partner up and create a company specialising in water purification. They fell in love with each other on the job and with the job. The company was a big success from the start, so much that my brother and I never had to worry about money. Still, we were raised to learn the value of money and to work for it ourselves, that’s why we both were engaged in long studies. He was doing a Ph.D. in some field of chemistry I never really understood, and with the ultimate aim of continuing what our parents started and taking it too another level. As for myself, I studied business and had just obtained an MBA, taking a year off to cool things down and with the plans of traveling before going into the real world.
We lived into quite a big house, Clay and I both had small apartments in the back of the garden. Our parents thought it would teach us independence early on. A few days after the new year’s eve party on one of those rainy days, I invited Logan over so we could play video games, which was the only thing we could do together while it was pouring outside. Logan was a very good friend of mine, and we were on the same soccer team for years, and saw each other regularly as he lived four houses down the same street. He was 5’8’’, chestnut hair, and a face that kept the innocence of a kid. Charles, my best friend who also was gay would describe him as a twunk. I had to look up the definition: « young, slim but muscular »; pretty accurate. Logan had genetics going for him, he was always good at sports, incredibly fast and enduring and had a toned body even without working out too much. He had his way with girls, although he was only 23, he was into his third or fourth pretty long relationship, always with beautiful girls.
Logan and I would play shooter games for hours, while drinking a few bears. I was better at those games that he was, which was driving him crazy; on the other hand, and on the rare occasions he’d actually win, he would tease me about it for long minutes. As we were into our third of fourth hour of playing and our third or fourth beer, he finally managed to win a game, which caused him to dance around my apartment like he’d just liberated Paris from the enemy. When I finally calmed down and sat back on my couch, he teased me a little bit more.
« Dude, stop you just won ONCE, get over it. » I said.
« Oh would you just finally admit I’m better than you? » he replied, before sipping a little beer.
« Oh come on, you’re so not! » I said while pushing him a little, which caused him to spill his drink.
« Bro, look what you did ! ». He said, standing up.
Having my buttons a little pushed, I might have bumped him harder than I thought, which made him drop his bottle and spill almost half his bottle on his jeans, and on my couch. I went into the bathroom to get a towel and try to dry out my couch.
« I see you’re more worried about your couch than me. » he said while looking at me as if it was all my fault. « Oh come on you’re not made of sugar. » I replied rolling my eyes. « No, but I also got beer all over me ». I admit I couldn’t care less, after all it was his fault he couldn’t hold his bottle, but I was feeling generous and proposed to help him out: « Well, just take off your jeans and I’ll put them on the radiator, they’ll dry out before you go back home ». A little pissed, he agreed by a simple « Fine. ».
Logan took his pants off, unveiling his sculpted thighs topped by almost too tight dark blue trunks, which made me interrogative.
« - Erm, dude, don’t you think these might be a little too revealing?
- They’re a gift from my ex, I wasn’t exactly planning on taking my pants off for you today.
- Right, sorry, I just that I’m not used to seeing you in such tight trunks.
- Meaning you usually pay attention to what underwear I’m wearing?
- That’s not what I meant, but yes, you’re usually more of a boxer shorts kind of guy after practice.
- Well I’m sorry didn’t dress up to your expectations, maybe you’d like me to go home and change ?
- Don’t be stupid, just sit your ass down, I have a revenge to take. ».
Logan sat back down, closer too me, to avoid sitting on the part of the couch where beer was still drying under a towel. We played a few more games, that I obviously won, which began boring him. After the end of a game, he dropped the gamepad on the coffee table that was facing the TV, finished his bottle and burped.
« - Another one? » he asked.
« - Sure, you know where the fridge is ».
He stood up, walked up to get two more bottles, still only wearing his slim white T-shirt and his overly-tight trunks. While he did, I could see the base of his cheeks stick out of them, which made me a snort a little.
« - What are you laughing at?
- Sorry man, I just don’t think I’ve ever seen that much of you. » I said, still laughing a little.
« - Alright, that’s it, I’m throwing these out as soon as I get home.
- Nah man, I’m just teasing, you look good » I said, meaning that as a genuine compliment.
- Well, thanks? Let’s just hope Charles don’t walk in on us, he’d probably start imagining things ».
I was unsure of what he meant by that. Charles was also a good friend of his, but I knew he always thought it became a little weird to still hang out the same way we used to, particularly with our tendency of ending up in our birthday suits all the time because after all « we don’t do it around girls either » as he used to say. Still, didn’t want to engage in this debate, so I answered with a simple « Yeah… ».
« - You know we used to jerk off together when we were younger, maybe I turnt him gay. »
I used to think I knew everything of Charles’s life, but that’s something he never told me, and I was really astonished.
« - I’m sorry, what now?
- Yeah, we used to watch girl on girl stuff and, you know… Release some tension together.
- What? When? How?
- You didn’t know?
- Of course I didn’t.
- Oh. Sorry, I thought he did that with you too, I mean we all did back then.
- WHAT. What do you mean you all did?
- Well yeah, me, Charles, TL, Aaron, Fred; even Brody once… »
I was so shocked. I had heard stories of friends doing that together in the adolescence and as an experiment but I never thought it happened inside our group. I’m not even sure if I was more shocked about the fact that I never knew it happened, that they all did it and not me, or that he seriously thought he was responsible for Charles being gay.
I just stood there with my eyes wide open looking at Logan.
« - Oh come, don’t look at me like that, we were young and experimenting, it was fun, I’m sure you did that » he continued.
« - No, never. » I said, still a little astonished.
« - Oh dude, that’s just sad.
- Sad ? How’s that fucking sad.
- Well you know, it’s part of being teenagers, I feel kind of bummed that you didn’t get to experience that. ».
It took me quite some time to gather my thoughts. Logan handed me the beer he had just grabbed from the fridge and I just sat there holding it, confused. After a couple seconds, Logan sighed and carried on:
« - Alright dude, we’re fixing that.
- Huh?
- Get your dick out, we’re jerking off, you’re not missing out on that.
- Are you out of your mind or is the beer messing with your head?
- Oh come on, it’s not that big a deal, you’re obviously jealous, I’ve seen your dick a thousand times and to be honest I could use it since Jeanie is out of town.
- Well you might need it but I’m good.
- Dude, come on, just see it as a new level in our friendship.
- Yeah, no, I feel like we’re pretty close already.
- Well, then we’ll be even closer. »
At this moment, Logan put both his thumbs around his waist and pulled down his trunks, revealing his manhood, at ease.
« See, at least you can’t tease me for the trunks anymore. Now are we doing this or not? » he said. I was struck by his confidence. Of course, he was a handsome young man, and he knew it, but he was comfortable in all of the situations. I guess that confidence was what made me agree. To this day I still don’t know why I agreed. There he was, facing me almost entirely vulnerable yet still looking so strong, I guess I almost felt inspired. I stood up, took off my sweatpants and sat back down on the couch in my trunks and asked :
« - So how does this work?
- Well, take of your underwear, you’ll be more comfortable. I’ll just put on some porn on my phone. ». I was struck by how methodical he was, it was obvious this was not his first time. To prove that I was committed to this, I instructed him to put it on the TV, while deep inside of me I wasn’t sure I would be able to keep going. I guess I just went with the flow.
Logan put on some random lesbian movie, probably the first he had found, and just started stroking himself. I softly started caressing my own stem. Logan got solid pretty quick. It was the first time I saw another guy being stiff, it took me more time than he did.
I did not pay much attention to the details back then, but he was probably around six inches, but imposing, I remember telling him he his tool was much thicker than it looked reposed.
« Dude, don’t watch me, that won’t help get yours up » he replied. I turned my head to the TV.
I wasn’t conscious about that back then, but seeing him rubbing it and being so confident about it being unyielding made me feel like I was very powerful, and sitting next to him like that actually made me raise mine in a matter of seconds. « See, there you go » he reacted at that.
This being my first time sharing this moment of vulnerability, I was unsure about how far it would go, and Logan hadn’t given me any clue as to when and how we would end it, so I just kept going, sometimes glimpsing at how he was coming and going and how the movement of his skin would lift up and down his essentials.
« Whoa dude, I’m getting close » he eventually said. « Do you want us to stop? » I asked. « Nah, I’m good if you’re too, man ». I didn’t reply, silently expressing my agreement.
I could tell his breathing was accelerating, as were his hands. It wasn’t long until I saw all of his muscles tighten, lifting him up a little from the contraction of his glutes.
« Oh damn » he expressed as if he did not expect it to be so quick. A few seconds later, I saw his whole face getting tense, his eyes close, and his mouth exhale quick volumes of air; before unloading his desire on his t-shirt in quick bursts.
Seeing him like this, exposed with his vulnerability unveiled made me feel even more powerful, like I was the master of a very tiny universe; our universe, which made me join him in climax a short moment after him, letting myself erupt on the soccer jersey I was wearing. In a sigh of relief, we looked at each other and just started laughing, our fluids exposed on our respective pieces of clothing.
« Guess I’m going to need to borrow one of your shirts » he said while laughing.
« Looks like it, yeah. » I answered in the same laugh.
« Dude, do you have a cigarette? I’m always craving a smoke after I jerk off » he asked while taking off his t-shirt and rolling it in this hand.
« Sure, give me a second ». I answered, leaning on the side of the couch opening the end table’s drawer to get out my pack. « I should probably open the window though ».
« Don’t worry, I’ll get it. Get that shirt of though, you’re making me uncomfortable ». He said while standing up, and walking naked towards the window ».
« I’m making you uncomfortable?! Dude you still got some dripping from that dick of yours ». I answered. Looking down, he wiped his tip with the shirt he still had in his hand. I took off my shirt and did the same, it was ruined anyway. Logan sat back next to me, and grabbed two cigarettes from the pack I had grabbed, offering me one. We both lit ours, just sitting there on the couch, with our arms on the backrest, our manhoods out, our blood flows slowly decreasing.
We sat quiet a few seconds before Logan asked « So? What do you think? » while rearranging his rod. I shrugged and said « Well, NOW I’m glad Charles didn’t walk in on us ». Logan laughed in approval. We both finished our cigarettes, went in my bathroom to wash our shirts under clear water before throwing them in the washing machine, still bare-skinned, and eventually got dressed again.
He was right. I did feel closer to him after that.
He did too. We both finished our beers, not talking about what happened. Logan decided to head back home, I walked him to the door and closed my first to bump his like we usually do. He looked at me, said « come on, dude », and hugged me for a few seconds.
Going away, he winked at me with a smile, kicked me in the nuts and said « I sure hope I didn’t flip you gay, pussy ».
This story is part of a series exploring the outrageous adventures of a tight-knit group of friends. It delves into the chaotic mix of bromance, experimentation, and discovering new boundaries of friendship and pleasure. While purely fictional, some moments may be loosely inspired by the author’s personal experiences. Feedback is always welcome!
Thank you for reading.
