Chapter 17

Logan

 

Someone is at the door.

“Do you want me to get it?” Matt shouts out.

Even though I’m in my room, I tell him not to bother and that I will get it. I have a feeling who it might be.

Andrew is standing there. Shaking. His eyes are puffy and he looks distressed and in despair. All I could do in that moment is embrace him.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

I soon realize just how vulnerable he is. He must feel that I’m his last hope… that his world has come crashing down on him and there’s nothing left, but me.

After coming inside, Andrew meekly asks, “Do you mind if I lay down in your bedroom?”

I lead the way and ask if he’d like a drink. Or something to calm his nerves.

“I would actually love a drink. Anything will do, I don’t care.”

He kisses me then plops himself on my bed. I go back out to the kitchen and look in the cupboard to see what I have in the way of alcohol.

Matt comes up from behind me. “Will you make me one too?”

I take three glasses out and find a bottle of Grey Goose that I’m going to mix with orange juice. Matt leans against the counter with his arms folded, watching me.

“So, I guess the wife found out?” he says.

I nod, “It would certainly appear that way.”

Matt then takes ice cubes out of the freezer and puts them in the glasses.

“Poor guy,” he says sadly.

But he quickly changes his tone when he whispers to me, “You’d better get in there and make him feel real better.”

I smile at Matt. There’s nothing wrong with trying to add a little humor to the situation… which at the moment seems pretty dire.

I stir one of the glasses and hand it to Matt. He picks up his phone and I can see he’s scrolling through something. “Grindr date tonight?” I ask.

He stops and stares into the screen. “Look at this guy who just hit me up,” he says as he shows me a photo of a bare chested man. “Should I?”

The guy in question looks to be in his late 20s and very handsome. His screen name says Hottsoccerguy287. Just then a pic pops up and it’s a picture of nothing but the guy’s erect penis. I hand the phone back to Matt. “Why not? You deserve it after what you’ve been through.”

Matt looks at the screen and shouts out. “Hot Dayum!”

With both drinks in hand, I begin walking to my bedroom. Before I shut the door I hear Matt say to himself in a questioning way. “Wait a minute. I think I recognize that penis.”

I shake my head, “Bye, whore,” I say and before shutting the door I hear him mumble something about a porn star.

Andrew gets up and props two pillows against the bedframe and sits back. I hand him his drink and he gulps down about half of it before telling me, “Thank you Logan. You’re a lifesaver.” He sits the glass down and says, “Come here.”

Getting into bed I carefully balance the glass so nothing spills. Andrew leans his head on my shoulder and embraces me putting one arm behind me and the other against my stomach. He’s quiet while resting at my side.

Then he lifts his head up a little and asks, “Did I just hear you call your roommate a whore?”

I laugh to myself. Andrew’s naivety is so quaint. He obviously hasn’t spent a lot of time around gay men and listened to their back and forth banter.

He puts his head back down on my shoulder and playfully says, “You’re starting to sound like my wife.”

My eyes widen upon hearing this. “Bite your tongue,” I screech as I tap him on his arm. Andrew laughs heartily. He’s beginning to seem like the old Andrew now, not the one that was first standing in the doorway.

He says, “I’m so glad that I’m able to joke around with you. It’s something that I was never…” and stops in mid-sentence.

I don’t want to persuade him to continue if he’s uncomfortable talking about it.

He looks up and smiles at me. Andrew has such a warm and inviting smile it melts my heart when I see it. I hate seeing him how he was earlier… in distress and unhappy.

This is the Andrew I love being around.

Andrew then sheepishly asks me, “Is it OK if I stay here tonight?”

The thought of waking up next to Andrew in the morning is warming my soul. And being able to feel him all night, just like I am right now, makes me not want to ever let go of him. I feel like his protector now, but he also feels like mine.  

“You never have to ask me that from now on,” I tell him as I kiss him on the head. “You’re always welcome here.” He holds me even closer now and makes a soft purring noise.

“That is unless you beat me in court. Then you have to ask,” I say. Andrew puts his head up suddenly.

“Ah ha, do I detect a little jealously there?”

We both laugh and he puts his head back down again. We’ve been having so much fun that I wonder if I should ask him what happened with Maria.

Not that I can’t already guess, but I’m wondering if he may feel the need to get it off his chest. Since we’ve both been silent for several minutes, I decide to broach the subject just to test the waters. It’s not going to go away if we ignore it.

I cautiously ask, “How are you feeling about everything that just happened?” I pause before adding, “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Andrew remains silent.

I hope I didn’t just kill the mood.

But he finally answers, “No, it’s OK, we can talk about it,” he says assuredly. He then takes a deep sigh before saying, “It was bad. Just like I’d expected. It wasn’t any one thing in particular that she said to me… It was just everything.”

He pauses briefly before adding, “And I completely lost it after leaving the apartment. It was like a purge.”

Curious, I ask, “Oh?”

He explains, “Once I left that apartment I just realized how many years I had put up with the abuse. I was sad and angry at myself for not doing anything about it sooner. But now that I’m beginning to understand why I didn’t do anything, I think I can learn to forgive myself. That all became so apparent to me the moment I left.”

I almost can’t believe how much Andrew has transformed over the past several weeks. He’s sunk to the deepest depths and while there has come to learn so much about himself and who he is. It’s both heartwarming and powerful to witness it.

“Do you think your job is in jeopardy?” I ask. I can tell I struck a nerve by asking him this when I feel his body begin to tighten and tense up.

Andrew sighs again, “I don’t know. And to be honest, I’m scared about it. I don’t want to lose it or be forced to quit. I’ve worked hard and it’s just difficult for me to imagine losing it all. Yes, I want out of my marriage, but my career is a different story.”

I think about what Andrew is saying. I almost feel like telling him that it’s just a job. There are other jobs out there, but I don’t want to push him too much. It could be overwhelming for him to think of losing everything at once and I can’t pretend to know what he’s going through. I’m just thankful that he’s getting out of the marriage and have a feeling that everything will eventually work out whatever happens.

Andrew changes the subject. “Let’s not talk about this anymore. I don’t want to burden you with all of my stuff.”

I’m happy that we had the discussion and grateful too that he wants to put it behind him for now. “Good,” I say, but want to stress to him. “But just so you know, it’s not a burden. It will be better in the long run if we face it, instead of sweeping it under the rug.”

Now changing my tone entirely, I add, “Now that we have that out of the way, let’s just enjoy each other. That’s all that matters.”

Suddenly Andrew grabs my crotch. He says in a sexy voice, “Mmmmm, yes, let’s do. Damn, you make me so horny being next to you.”

I get an almost instant erection and he reaches his hand into my sweats and pulls out my dick and begins stroking it.

He says, “You are so fucking beautiful Logan.”

He takes his other hand and unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. “Let’s get out of these clothes,” I say.

“Great idea,” He agrees, sitting up and removing his shirt.

I slide my sweats off and remove my shirt too. Once we’re completely naked, Andrew begins to kiss me on the lips. We’re now stroking each other’s rock hard cocks and our lips are locked with our tongues intermingling.

We continue like this for several minutes until Andrew begins kissing me on the neck. He slowly makes his way down, caressing my nipples and licking my skin all the way until he reaches my cock. I lay back and watch as he takes my swollen dick into his mouth and I can feel his tongue licking the head and continuing all the way down my shaft.

His lips and mouth are wet and it provides a slick lubricant as his full lips covet every inch. Occasionally, he will glance at me and our eyes will meet. He takes one of his hands and grabs a hold of mine and squeezes. Then he lets go and begins to fondle my nipples, pressing gently at first then with more force. I’ve reached a new height of sensitivity and emit a soft moan.

I tell him, “You are going to make me cum if you keep this up.” I can hear him emitting groans as he continues to work on me. He begins licking my balls while he takes a hold of my dick and strokes gently. His lips are gently pressing on one testicle and then the other. I close my eyes and take in the sensation.

Andrew stops momentarily. He asks me, “I want to be inside of you, Logan? Can I fuck you?”

Without giving it another thought, I get up and head to my dresser and remove a condom and bottle of lube. When I get back on the bed though is when I realize how big Andrew’s dick really is. “Will I be able to take all of it?” I ask him.

I hand the condom to Andrew and set the lube aside. He’s staring in my eyes as he opens the condom and begins to place it on his cock. “Well, I guess we’ll have to find out,” he says.

After he’s done, he whips my body over with force. I’m a little stunned, but at the same time extremely turned on. I can hear him opening the bottle of lube and can feel it dripping on my ass cheeks.

He closes the bottle and suddenly I feel his fingers begin to penetrate me. When he takes his fingers out I can feel the head of his cock sliding around on my cheeks and finally near my hole. He slowly starts to enter me and I gasp.

“Do what you tell me to do Logan. Relax,” I hear Andrew say softly.

Once the head of his penis is inside, he slowly enters further. I grab a hold onto the headboard and my entire body is surging with electric pulses. “Slower,” I say. I’ve never had anything this big and hard inside of my ass before. I begin to stroke my own dick and hear Andrew begin to softly moan. Then I feel him pull out.

He whips my body around once again and throws my legs in the air. He does this with such strength and deliberation, I can’t contain myself from crying out. He looks me in the eyes. “There, now I can see your beautiful face and watch you as I’m filling you up.”

That’s when he reaches over and takes a bottle of oil sitting on the side table and begins dripping it over my chest. With my legs resting on his taut shoulders, he begins to rub the oil all over me. I almost cannot contain how charged my body feels.

He takes the bottle again and drips it onto his dick and slowly enters me again. I open my mouth and let out soft cries. Now the slickness is making it easier to penetrate me. He begins to kiss my ankle and lower leg as he rocks gently in and out of me.

His large and powerful hands are now easily gliding up and down my legs and up to my chest where he grabs my nipples and squeezes tightly. I let out a loud gasp. The sight of Andrew pumping in and out and his powerful presence towering over me is overwhelming. He has complete and utter control over me and he knows it. He’s using me like his own sex object and I’m taking in every moment.

He uses the oil once more and drips it onto my cock, then takes a hold of it and starts to jack me off and pump me at the same time. My sphincter muscles are contracting and tightening onto Andrew’s cock which causes him to groan loudly.

Andrew then says in a deep, almost guttural tone, “Do you like my big fat fucking cock inside you? Tell me you want me Logan!”

I look him in the eyes. “Fuck yes I want you Andrew. Fuck me hard and then even harder!”

He then picks up the pace and going deeper than ever inside of me. All the way in and all the way out. Now I cannot control my outcries. I’ve lost control of everything and never fathomed that I’d be able to take his massive tool in me. The combination of the pain and intense pleasure is what’s taking the experience to new heights. To places I’ve never been before nor imagined my body was capable of feeling.

His thrusts grow more rapid and my head falls backwards. My mouth is open and emitting all sorts of noises that I didn’t know I had in me.

“Look at me! Watch as I cum inside you!” Andrew commands.  

The way he is taking control of me and expertly fucking me is too intense. “I’m going to cum Andrew,” I announce in a shaky voice. That’s when he goes even faster and suddenly he’s stroking my dick wildly. Both of our bodies are shaking almost uncontrollably.

I shout out, “Fuck!” And suddenly I see fountains of my cum shoot up in the air and landing in every direction, including on both mine and Andrew’s face.

Andrew then shouts out, “Oh fuck! FUCK!”

He pounds me harder until he shouts out in ecstasy, “Oh God!” He cums inside the rubber and I can feel the warmth of his cum from inside the condom.

I was out of control and at the complete mercy of Andrew. He hit every single nerve ending in me and my ejaculation was intense beyond imagination. 

Andrew finally pulls out and removes the condom. He lay his body on mine and begins kissing me gently. My face is completely flushed and Andrew is dripping in sweat. Our fluids are creating a slick oily feel which causes him to slide around on me. Our hearts are still beating rapidly.

After a short while, Andrew says, “Shower?”

We’ll not only have to shower, but also have to change the sheets. It’s a small price to pay for the best fuck of my life.

Once we’re all cleaned up and lying down on fresh, crisp linens, Andrew’s arms envelop me. Our bodies are one in the stillness, with only the faintest sounds coming from the usual outside traffic below us.

Andrew breaks the silence by saying, “You’ve done more for me than you’ll ever know. I love you Logan. And I don’t ever want us to be apart. I want us to grow old together and move out in the country by a lake. Just the two of us.”

I listen closely to what he’s saying to me. “Awe, that’s so sweet,” I say in an angelic voice. Then half-heartedly, I add, “But just so you know, if you ever decide to take up bingo as a hobby, I’m out of there.”

Andrew laughs, “I’ll remember that. And if you ever take up knitting, the same thing will happen.”

He kisses me one last time. “Deal!” I say.

And before we drift off to sleep I tell him, “I love you too, Andrew.”