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“It’s probably cold,” I say dumbly. But hell, if this is his first time tasting male cum, I don’t want it to be a bad experience.
“I don’t care.”
Fuck. He’s gonna get me hard again. I’m in my thirties now, so I don’t exactly have the quickest recovery time. I realize Logan’s still waiting for me to answer, and I nod.
I expect him to use his fingers to grab it, but no. This fucker who I’ve had a crush on since I was fifteen, who never gave any indication of liking guys at all, let alone me, leans forward and licks my cum. Fucking licks it. And he’s not at all tentative either. He starts at the small puddle right above my pubes, but he slides his tongue down, his nose grazing my skin. He hesitates right before my dick, and I’m about to tell him not to worry about it, when his tongue dashes out and tentatively licks my cock. I don’t think it’s out of hesitation so much as fear I’m too sensitive, which I appreciate.
I just stare at him in shock as he licks me completely clean. I’m so turned on again, and I know if this was ten years ago, I’d be hard. Now, I’m just lying here, unsure what to say or do. I want to touch him but I’m scared if I do, he’ll somehow disappear. Part of me still feels like this might be some elaborate dream. But as his tongue rubs against my piercings, I think there’s no fucking way. My dreams are never this detailed.
He finally gets his fill, and I see the moment when the panic sets in. His eyes are wide and he crawls a few inches away from me, though he doesn’t try to get off the bed.
“Logan, it’s ok,” I tell him. And it is. I’m not sure what happened here, but if this is all I ever get from him, it’s enough. He’s still my best friend, and nothing ever will come between that.
He just nods. “I’m sorry.” His voice is harsh. “I-I don’t know what just happened.”
I force a smile. I wonder if he ever thought of himself as bi. I don’t think so, and if that’s the case, then I’m sure what happened is a shock for him.
“It’s ok. You don’t need to apologize.”
“I liked it.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but the lump in my throat starts to ease.
“Good, me too.”
He eyes the door. “I’m gonna . . . I’m gonna go.”
His hand is palming his dick again, and I see he’s still hard, but I know there’s no way he’s ready for reciprocation.
I feel a stab of hurt in my chest that he wants to leave, but I understand. He probably hasn’t been having wet dreams about me since we were fifteen like me. “You can’t drive. It’s been a night and you drank a lot. I can wake up Dad to take you or call you an Ub—”
But he cuts me off. “No! I’m not leaving. I don’t know what happened, and I need a fucking minute, but I’m gonna just go back on the couch. I’ll be here when you wake up, ok?”
I smile, feeling reassured. “Yeah, ok.”
Logan then does something even more shocking than eating my cum. He leans over and kisses me on the lips. It’s not more than a peck, but I’m still processing it as he clamors off my bed and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
I stare at the door for a long time, but he doesn’t come back in, not that I expect him to. A quick glance at my phone shows me it’s nearly three and I have work in the morning. I have to get sleep, even if I can’t imagine sleeping after this night.
But eventually, my eyes get heavy and close, and my last thought is, what the hell just happened?
TWELVE
LOGAN
Ihave no idea what time it is, but I’ve been staring at the ceiling fan in Mr. C’s living room for hours. The sun is starting to come up, and I know it won’t be long before Ev and Mr. C are up and going about their business to get ready for the day. Still, I can’t fucking sleep.
What the hell did I do in there? Gods, I don’t know what came over me, but when I walked into Ev’s room to see him sprawled out on his bed, his hand on his dick, his other hand just finished fingering himself, I fucking lost my mind. In that moment, I’d never seen anything sexier. Not one girl I’ve ever been with looked like Ev did with cum cooling on his belly, his hair mussed, his cheeks flushed, looking positively debauched. I couldn’t look away no matter how hard I tried.
And I did try. I wanted so badly to look away, close the door, go back to the pull-out couch, and forget I ever saw the man like that. But I didn’t. Fuck, I couldn’t. My dick was hard as a rock and straining in my jeans, and all I wanted to do was grab Ev and kiss him, muss him up even more. What the fuck was that thought?
Then I did it. I ate his fucking cum. What’s wrong with me? I never even tasted the stuff before, but it’s not nearly as disgusting as I expected it to be. At least not Ev’s. It was like I was in a trance or something, but I wanted nothing more than to be a part of that experience.
When he said he had been picturing both Lake and me, I couldn’t deny the image appealed. Just from the little I’ve seen and heard about Lake, he seems so buttoned up, the kind of guy Ev loves to ruin in bed, and instead of being jealous, like Kayla said I was, I felt turned on. So fucking turned on.
When it was all said and done, though, I didn’t know what to do. Reality hit me like a fucking freight truck, and I needed to get out of there. I wasn’t ashamed, and honestly, I didn’t even regret the whole thing, but I needed a minute to get my thoughts together. I ran out of the room, hastily jerked myself off in what had to be the quickest masturbation session I ever had in my life, and then crawled into the pull-out bed in the living room where I proceeded to question every decision I ever made in my life.
What does this mean? Am I bi? I don’t think so, but I can’t deny the attraction I felt toward Ev, at least at that moment when I saw him in the bedroom. But what would stem from it?
I know Ev and I are solid. If we decide whatever that was is a one-time thing, then that’s all it will be. We’ll still be friends. I’m fucking confident in that. Our friendship is not that fragile. And besides, I’d be fucking miserable without the man in my life, and I know he feels the same way.
