Logan Watches

Logan moved across the campus seeing the looks. From girls and a few boys. He knew what they saw. He worked hard in the gym, played football and baseball in high school, to get the body they looked at with desire. He looked at the other guys, most not measuring up. There were some taller than his six foot three and some just as muscular, but few that were tall and muscular, and if he said so himself, attractive. Wavy dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, and strong jaw, and a nose just prominent enough to anchor his cheeks, eyes with thin eyebrows, and thin lips. Anyone who asked, he proudly told them he was 195 pounds, and he would have added, if it didn’t make him sound like a degenerate or deviate, eight inches.

Logan entered Terrell Hall and headed up the stairs to the second floor for his next class. He was a sophomore, no longer a freshman, something that had made him feel his youth. But he was no longer a freshman, someone considered naive, but a man with experience. He had a steady stream of pussy, as soon as one was gone, another knocking on his door. Two blondes passed and he saw how they had stared, chuckling to himself as he entered his class.

It was the same in high school. Logan Webster, quarterback, first baseman, big jock on campus had a following, guys who wanted to be like him (sometimes thinking they wanted to suck his dick when he was at his horniness) and girls who wanted to date him, wanted him to be the father of their children (something that amused and terrified him in equal measure). There were those that openly scorned him. Rachel Williams was one of the worst with her quotes from the Bible, and hell fire and damnation lectures whenever they had crossed paths. Then there were those that ignored him, didn’t give him the time of day. He thought of the cliques. The group in band, the nerds who played those fantasy games, the boys who played no sports for they were too skinny and weak. Then there was Charlie Richardson, who was all the above, then some. The bastard was nearly as tall as he was, but so skinny his clothes never fit right. At times, when he found himself staring at the guy, he wondered if Charlie could simply disappear within them. And Charlie had been the one geek who never shied away from his stare, never moved out of the way, or deferred to him. Not once, that Logan could remember.

As he took his normal seat two thirds of the way from the front in that zone that drew the least amount of attention, he found it amusing that it was Charlie he thought of the most from high school. What was that arrogant bastard doing? There had been no yearbook signing or some last goodbye between them. After graduation, they simply went their separate ways.

Logan looked around at the others in the class, then those coming in. Two girls in deep conversation, a guy with earbuds in listening to music, another girl, then the red headed guy, the one that looked like the porn star. He smiled at the deviousness of it, how he, the big jock, Logan Webster had looked at gay porn a few times. At first, he told himself it was curiosity. How did a guy take a big cock in the ass? Then he found himself looking at it whenever the fucking pussy got boring. He had tried not to get hard when watching it, but then wondered why not. Anything to float your boat, besides, who would know. Watching red take his seat two back from the front, he wondered if he had freckles across the shoulders, pierced nipples, and a big red cock framed by flaming red pubic hair, like the guy in the video. He pictured the redhead in the video just hammering some guy’s ass, really tearing it up, the sound of hips smacking ass louder than the moans and grunts and nasty pleadings to fuck harder. Yeah, that scene had some physical rough fucking and he had to stop thinking about it or his cock was going to get hard.

 

Cutting across campus, Logan headed back to the dorm. He was already planning out the rest of the day. He would get back and hit the books, knocking out his assignments due the next day. Then he would round up a few of the guys and go to the pizza joint on Thomas Street or to the End Zone, the sports bar on Clayton for a burger, and afterward, if feeling up for it, get them to go to Elemental, that new bar down the street from End Zone. The only aggravation about the bar was he would have to wear those wristbands showing he was under twenty-one. Old enough to get shot in some war, but not old enough to drink.

There was some new protest happening in front of Sanford Hall, a group walking in a circle with signs in front of the main entrance, and he cut right to circle around the building. It was a path he had not taken before, one that went past the arts buildings. He wasn’t sure what the curriculum was for the department and had no reason to visit any of the buildings. He passed what he assumed was the main entrance of one building, and up ahead he saw the walk passed between two more, the buildings close together. As he came to the narrowest section, a door swung open to his right and a tall guy came out. The first thing he noticed was the way the guy was dressed. Tight straight-leg black jeans and a long sleeve black pull over with a large neck opening. Draped over the shoulders some type of crocheted shawl, steel gray and hanging loose down the body. The black hair was cut short on the side but left long on top allowing it hang down over the forehead concealing one eye. There was something about it that spoke to a fluid gender, androgynous, neither feminine nor masculine.

Logan looked at the long legs, the long torso, then up at the face again, really looking this time. He froze.

The guy saw the stare, how Logan had stopped right in the middle of the walk looking at him. He smiled, moved a bit closer, and blatantly looked him up and down.

“Well, hello Logan Webster. But I must ask; are you lost?” asked Charlie Richardson.

 

If asked, Logan would have denied it. But the next three days, after his last class, he cut around Sanford Hall to pass through the area where he had seen Charlie. He arrived back at the dorm disappointed. He asked himself why. Why did he want to see Charlie again. What was it about that guy? He was acting like a fool. What were his expectations if he had crossed Charlie’s path.

Sitting at his desk, he heard voices and looked out his door in time to see Felix, Ha-joon, and Nelson stroll by. It was Nelson he focused his stare. The rich boy from old money out of the northeast. Everyone wondered why Nelson wasn’t at some Ivy League college like his two brothers. When Nelson came out and said his father was less than accepting, it became clear why he was at a state college instead. Logan stared out the doorway long after they had passed, listening to their banter, Nelson by far the loudest.

For just a second, he imagined being in bed with Nelson. Naked, aroused, fucking.

“Goddamn, Logan, you dumbass,” he uttered to himself, turning back to his laptop to finish his assignment.

 

Friday arrived bright and sunny and hot as fuck. The humidity made it worse. Logan entered his last class just before the instructor with the armpits of his shirt wet and knew when he sat, so was the back along his spine. He looked around at the others and saw half the class was in the same condition. But a few seemed unaffected by the heat and humidity, and he wondered if they were human, or some aliens come to earth to study us. Stop watching that Sci-Fi shit, dumbass, he thought to himself as he considered how silly he was being.

After class he made his way down the corridor to the double doors and outside, where he fell in with the other students. He walked slower than usual, just strolled slowly along trying to keep his heart rate down and not feel like he was going to have a heat stroke. Sanford Hall loomed ahead, and he started to go his old route, the shortest pathway to his dorm, but at the last minute he did it again, turned right and headed around the back of the building.

It was like four days prior, for as he came to that door it swung open and Charlie Richardson came strolling out, a large pad of paper tucked under one arm and a backpack slung over one shoulder. Logan looked at the face partially hidden by the long hair, then he scanned down the tall lean body. White T-shirt, black jeans, and a natural linen cardigan. The sleeves of the cardigan came to the elbows and were widely cuffed with brightly colored fabric of red and white patterns. The same fabric created a wide hem around the bottom of it. No buttons or fasteners of any kind allowing the front to hang open. Around the neck, a bead necklace that hung long with a cylinder hanging from it that looked like stone.

“Charlie,” Logan uttered, his voice sounding off, almost pitiful.

“Logan? Why are you here again? Are you following me?” Charlie asked, laughing at his own joke.

“What? No! I was just…”

Just what? Logan didn’t know how to respond.

“Hey, did you hear about Joey?”

“Joey? Joey Benson from high school?”

“Yes. He got into a wreck a couple of days ago. Mom said it was bad, that he was in the hospital in an induced coma.”

“No, I’ve not heard. That is bad.”

“I knew you guys hung out some.”

“Yes, but I’ve not seen him since graduation. I thought he was going into the Army.”

“He did. He’s in Germany.”

“Oh no, that means-“

“His family is having to fly over there to see him.”

“His mom flew on a plane?”

“I guess a person will do what they have to for the one they love.”

“Yeah…true.”

“But Logan Webster, why are you roaming through here?”

Logan looked up at Charlie, into the dark brown eyes that gave nothing away. “I don’t know.”

Charlie chuckled, shaking his head. Then he looked along the courtyard area over Logan’s shoulder, waved at someone he knew, then looked back at Logan. He saw the confusion and frustration. Maybe some guy in his dorm came out gay and Logan found his preconceptions challenged. Maybe some guy hit on him and he initially found it enticing, then scared himself by the thought. Maybe he was curious, something Charlie would not have thought believable in high school.

“Logan?”

“Yeah.”

“Is there something you want to talk about?”

“Yeah. No!” Logan exclaimed, then he appeared frustrated. He looked up into the clear blue sky, then back down to the ground. “Yes.”

“I’m going back to my dorm to work on an assignment, then meeting a friend for dinner at the Thai place on Scott Street. You want to join us? We’re meeting there at seven.”

Logan heard the words but didn’t comprehend them at first. He felt rattled, not himself, but eventually the words became sentences. Sentences with meaning. A question. An invitation.”

“At seven. Your friend won’t mind me showing up?”

“Alvarez will not mind.”

“Alvarez?”

“He is from Buenos Aires. Argentina?”

“I know where Buenos Aires is located.”

Charlie smiled. “Just checking.”

 

Logan knew of the Thai restaurant, a couple of the guys on his floor praised its food. He had not gone to it because he wasn’t sure if he would like it. He didn’t venture into realms unknown, and one area he was the most cautious of was food. He liked to think sex was another area he was cautious, but he was beginning to admit how his curiosity was making him think otherwise.

He arrived five minutes before seven and saw Charlie sitting at the window with a guy next to him, the two chairs opposite empty. He entered the small foyer and saw Charlie wave him over.

“Hey,” said Logan as he came to the table, pulling out the chair opposite Charlie.

“Logan, this is Alvarez. Alvarez…Logan,” said Charlie, introducing them.

“Alvarez, nice to meet you.”

“Like wise,” Alvarez replied smiling at Logan like he knew one of his secrets.

Logan saw how Alvarez sized him up when he approached the table, just as he had done him. He looked at him, with the thick dark hair perfectly tousled, covering most of the ears and the forehead down to the dark eyebrows. Dark brown eyes stared back and a nose just large enough to anchor the face. Full lips, sensuous and almost pouty looking over a strong chin. Wearing a sleeveless shirt, muscular arms were visible. It surprised Logan to see Charlie friends with a guy who looked like he would be just as comfortable on a football field or in a gym as sitting across from him in a restaurant.

“Charlie says you play American football and baseball.”

Logan caught the distinction, American football versus what he knew as soccer and what Alvarez would call football.

“In high school. I’m not good enough for Division I-A college, so I’m just another dumb jock on campus,” Logan replied, looking at Charlie when he said dumb jock, wondering how often Charlie had referred to him as such.

Alvarez laughed, good naturedly. “Yes, Same for me.”

The waiter came to the table and for the next few minutes they went through the process of ordering drinks, deciding on what food to order, then doing so when the waiter came with their drinks. As the waiter headed back to the kitchen, Charlie leaned forward capturing Logan’s attention.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“I…huh…Alvarez, what brought you here?”

Alvarez traded looks with Charlie who nodded.

“My father is an engineer by trade but about fifteen years ago he entered academia, teaching and doing research. Seven years ago, when I was twelve, he got an offer to do research at a public/private conglomerate, so he moved us all to the states.”

“That’s why your English is so good,” said Logan.

“Si, pero el Espanol sigue siendo mi primera lengua.”

Alvarez smiled, then Logan laughed, pretty sure what Alvarez had said despite not understanding Spanish.

“Charlie says the two of you were not friends in high school,” said Alvarez.

Logan looked at Charlie who gave him a shrug of the shoulders. He nodded then looked at Alvarez. “We were in different cliques.”

“That is why I’m baffled you are sitting with us now,” said Charlie. “What do you want to ask or tell me?”

Logan dropped his head, looking down as he built up his courage. He slowly raised his head and saw Alvarez and Charlie were waiting for him to respond. There would be no more distractions.

“It’s just I don’t understand something. Or I don’t think I do. I was wondering…”

“Spit it out,” said Charlie.

“You’re gay, right?”

“Yes,” Charlie replied.

“Me, too,” added Alvarez.

“Yeah, well…do you find girls attractive?”

“Am I sexually attracted to girls? No. Do I find them attractive? Yes,” Charlie replied.

“You never…with a girl?”

Charlie laughed, leaned back, and looked at Logan with a smirk. He slowly spun his drink glass on the table while staring with such an intensity, Logan was sure Charlie could read him.

“No, Logan, I’m not bisexual. Are you?”

“What? No,” Logan responded. It had been too fast, his voice raised too high. He saw the raised eyebrows with the questioning stare. “Okay, maybe I thought about it, but I have not messed around with…” lowering his voice, “a guy.”

“Do you want to?” asked Alvarez.

Logan saw Alvarez was serious. He could sense the willingness and desire to do it with him. It unnerved him.

“No,” Logan replied, trying to laugh it off as some kind of joke.

“I think you do,” Charlie whispered.

Logan leaned back feeling defeated by Charlie. The one person who knew his reputation. Back in high school he had been the big jock, the leader of their football team and second only to Ryan on the baseball team who was the pitcher. The girls pursued him and some of the guys practically worshipped him, put him up on a pedestal. But not Charlie Richardson.

“I’m just curious…is all.”

“You want to watch?” asked Alvarez, drawing surprised looks from Charlie and Logan.

“Alvarez?” Charlie uttered.

“What?” Logan asked at the same time.

“Do-you-want-to-watch?” Alvarez asked again, pronouncing each word distinctly.

“I was just curious is all. I’ve seen…” Logan hesitated, knowing he was about to confess to something he shouldn’t, especially to Alvarez. “I have watched a couple of videos is all, and…does it really excite you, make you…give you pleasure when a guy…does it to you?”

“Does it to us? You mean the fucking?” Alvarez asked, smiling at Logan’s discomfort.

“Here’s your food,” said the waiter as he came to the table and placed a bowl or plate in front of each of them.

“Thanks,” Alvarez replied, winking at the waiter.

Logan saw how the waiter blushed, actually blushed, then stepped backwards while smiling at Alvarez. Was that all it took? A wink and a nod and a guy would climb into bed with another. With Alvarez, it seemed the case. He thought of how the girls came on to him, some more blatant and persistent than Alvarez. Logan saw Charlie was starting to eat, then Alvarez, and he picked up his fork and began.

“So, do you want to watch us have sex?” Alvarez asked.

Logan choked, reached for his drink to try to squelch it. Charlie was looking at Alvarez with either amusement or outrage, he couldn’t tell.

“What? It’s not like someone hasn’t been in the room with us before,” said Alvarez to Charlie. “Remember that night in Asheville?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“It was kinda hot to have someone watch,” said Alvarez to Logan.

“You two are dating?” asked Logan.

“More like fuck buddies,” Alvarez replied.

The wicked smile on Alvarez’s face made Logan smile, then laugh. He saw Charlie laugh too.

“God, you’re a nasty fuck,” Charlie uttered, leaning close to Alvarez staring him down.

“It is my greatest quality,” Alvarez replied. “So, Logan, you want to come back to my place and watch?”

Logan watched Charlie turn and look out the window. A gesture of avoidance. He sees Alvarez lean forward waiting for his reply. At first, he felt trapped by his conflicted emotions. First the desire to flee, to protect his jock boy reputation. But he wanted to watch them, to see how they did it, not just the mechanics, but the emotional aspects, how they responded to each other, how it made them aroused and so willing.

“Yes.”

 

Alvarez lived off campus in a two-bedroom apartment he had to himself. The second bedroom functioned as a study and guest room for anyone who wanted to crash there. But the thing that surprised Logan when he first followed Charlie into the apartment was how neat the place was and how real art hung on the walls, nothing a reproduction or print, all original.

“My mother and oldest sister are artists,” said Alvarez when he saw Logan looking at the pieces over the sofa.

“I like them,” Logan uttered as he moved into the dining area to check out the pieces on the two walls.

Alvarez went into his bedroom while Charlie closed the blinds in the living room.

“How long have you guys been fuck buddies?” Logan asked, sounding sarcastic when he didn’t mean to.

“Since last Spring. We met in the fall, hanging out together from time to time. Alvarez was dating some guy from Tennessee, and I was seeing a guy back home.”

“Back home? Who?”

Charlie smiled, shaking his head. “I can’t tell you, but let’s just say the issue of secrecy was too much and that soon ended.”

“I assume Alvarez broke up with his boyfriend about the same time and the rest is history.”

“Something like that. It was three weeks into the Spring Semester when they broke up. Then one night, the two of us finding ourselves separated from the others and a bit tipsy, we ended up back here.”

“But it’s not serious?”

Charlie looked at the bedroom door, then over to Logan. Logan saw it, the mixed feelings about the casual relationship between them.

The door to the bedroom swung open and Alvarez came out in just gym shorts. Loose fitting, and low on the waist. Logan felt the change in the atmosphere, how Alvarez coming out bare chested, the muscular body on display, made the room feel sexually charged. Charlie didn’t say a word, just strolled across the room toward Alvarez.

“Hey, Logan, come on,” whispered Alvarez as Charlie moved behind him and entered the bedroom.

Logan followed Alvarez into the bedroom, a room dominated by a king size bed. There was just enough room for a dresser on one side, an entertainment center on the wall at the foot of the bed and in the corner an armchair. Logan went to the armchair and sat down as Alvarez and Charlie pulled the blanket and sheet off the bed. They folded each and laid them on top of the dresser. Logan grew anxious and excited, ready to see Charlie and Alvarez fuck. Charlie sat on the bed and began to unlace his boots. Alvarez came to Logan standing right in front of him.

“If you’re going to watch us, you’re going to get naked first.”

“What?” Logan replied. He saw how Charlie looked around surprised, obviously something Alvarez was pushing, but then he smiled, nodding his head.

“It’s only fair. If you want to see us naked; you get naked first,” said Charlie.

“Okay,” Logan replied. If they wanted to see his body, he would show it to them. He would let them see his dick too. He was proud of his body, could recall several times some girl had made a comment about it while feeling his biceps or running a hand down his chest. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off while Charlie and Alvarez sat on the edge of the bed watching. They were only a couple of feet away, easily within reach, and Logan wondered if one would dare do it. Then he wondered what he would do if they did.

He kicked off his shoes, slipped the socks off each foot, then undid his jeans working them off. He stood in front of them for a few seconds in his boxer briefs. The white fabric bulged with his cock, and he felt his growing arousal as it flexed within its confines. He smiled at Alvarez as he slipped them down until they fell around his ankles. He kicked them off and sat down, legs slightly spread letting them look.

“Cocky bastard,” Alvarez joked, then turned to Charlie and kissed him.

 

Logan tried to keep himself under control, not be so obvious in his reaction to the scene playing out before him. Alvarez on his back, legs folded against his chest, with Charlie hovering over him, working that long lean body with a fuck that let him watch every inch of cock tug outward, then push back into Alvarez. Every thick inch of it. At times even the wide flared head came into view, hovered over that ass, then slammed back into it making Alvarez cry out and beg to be fucked harder.

Logan had been shocked when Charlie had gotten naked. His body was skinny, but not like he expected. It was lean, too lean by his standards, but…

A runner’s build, like Evan had in high school or Carlos back in the dorm. A body built for stamina, not brute strength. A body that Charlie possessed. Did he start working out? Jogging or running, or maybe swimming at the Aquatic Center on campus? Charlie’s cock, when first exposed, had been impressive despite being flaccid. It hung over the sac a few inches in length. Then he saw it hard. How it thickened and elongated until it looked longer than his own. He felt envious, then something else…curious about how Alvarez could take it.

The thick cock sank into Alvarez’s ass, every fucking inch, and Charlie pushed down on the upturned ass making Alvarez moan…and Logan watched.

“Fuck…don’t stop,” Alvarez uttered as Charlie fucked harder, faster, hips smacking against that ass, and Logan gave up, moved his hands letting his cock angle upward, rock hard. He slid down in the chair, ass at the edge of the seat, and spread his legs. He liked the way it felt, this nudity that was sexually charged. And besides, Charlie looked with what appeared to be longing and desire. He slowly stroked his cock and smiled when Charlie looked again. Look, you cocky bastard, he thought as his hand moved down every inch.

The room seemed to shrink around them. The bed with Charlie hammering Alvarez’s ass and he in the armchair a couple of feet away. Just the three of them, the rest of the whole world almost nonexistent. He felt his body react to the sex, heart racing, his breathing growing heavier as if he were working out. And his skin felt hot, almost wet. With any exertion he knew he would be a sweaty mess. Charlie was. Skin glistened wetly as he fucked, pummeled Alvarez’s ass with his long thick cock.

Logan wondered how long Charlie could keep going. It seemed like an age had passed. Suddenly Charlie was moving, slipping out of Alvarez’s ass and moving to the side.

“Let me lay there,” said Charlie pointing at the place Alvarez was lying. Alvarez moved and Charlie was sitting on the edge of the bed facing Logan. He smirked, then lay back, legs apart, hiding nothing from Logan’s stare. “Sit on it,” Charlie uttered, and Alvarez smiled while moving over Charlie’s waist. He faced Logan, stroked his drooling cock, pulling the loose skin back, then straddled Charlie. There was barely three feet between Logan and the guys, and Logan could see just how large Charlie’s cock appeared as Alvarez held it up. It looked easily ten inches, maybe more and thick as a man’s wrist. Then he watched as Alvarez eased down on it, making it look so easy. One second the cock was at his entrance, then he was seated on it, taking every inch.

“Goddamn,” Logan uttered holding his own cock in a death grip trying to calm himself, to ease down from the edge of release he had felt.

Alvarez began to move. Upward, then down, building up a steady pace. Charlie’s cock came into view then disappeared, as Alvarez slid his ass up and down every inch. And Logan watched, intently, wondering how Alvarez could take it.

Alvarez leaned back resting on his hands, keeping his feet on the edge of the bed either side of Charlie. He was spread out, knees apart, cock and tightening sac and that stretched ass all visible to Logan’s stare. Then he moved his ass, up and down, building up a brutal pace until smacking down on Charlie’s hips. It echoed in the room, flesh against flesh, as one man fucked himself on another’s cock.

Logan wanted to sit up and lean forward to watch more closely. To watch that ass move on that cock. He wanted to reach out and touch those hairy legs spread wide apart, to slip his hand up along the thigh and feel that Argentine’s cock, to tug on that tightening sac, maybe even slip a finger in next to Charlie’s cock. He imagined it, every move, but stayed leaned back afraid to reveal how much their sex was affecting him.

Alvarez slowed down, worked his ass up and down on Charlie where he could feel every inch slide through his loosened opening. Every thick veined inch that kept him stretched open and bore into his depths. He raised his head and looked down his sweaty body at Logan, smiling, then tilted it back, moaning whorishly, loud and guttural. He increased his pace until once again slamming his ass down on Charlie’s cock.

Logan was openly masturbating, stroking his cock to come as Alvarez pummeled his insides with Charlie’s cock. Faster and faster, until the sound of flesh smacking down on flesh once again echoed in the room. The bed rocked and squeaked, and Charlie was beginning to push upward.

“Fuck…I’m going to cum,” Alvarez cried out. He slammed his ass down on Charlie’s cock as his cock erupted. Thick wads roped up his chest, hitting the chin and neck. Then cum rained down on the chest and stomach as Alvarez stroked to an exhausted finish.

Logan was close, so fucking close.

Charlie wrapped his long arms around Alvarez’s chest and bearhugged him, pulled him down tight to his chest as he pumped upward at the hips, driving cock into Alvarez’s ass. Then he was trying to jam it deeper, shoving upward and shuddering with release.

“Fuck,” Logan uttered as he threw his head back, spread his knees as far apart as he could, and slammed his fist down his cock. It flexed, thickened, then flexed again as it erupted. Cum hit him in the face, the neck, and spattered his chest with thick wads. And he kept coming, unable to stop. He stroked his cock as cum sprayed his stomach, then trickled down his cock, and he smeared it with his hand.

Finally spent, Logan looked up and saw Alvarez still on top of Charlie gasping for breath. Charlie raised his head looking over Alvarez’s shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re not bi-sexual.”

Logan watched the head lay back out of sight and he grimaced, for no matter what he said it would be lame. Covered in his cum, it was obvious he had gotten off on their sex. But was it just the physical nature of the sex or was there more to it. He looked at the lean body beneath Alvarez, the long legs, the arms still around Alvarez, then the flaccid cock, head wet and slimy, between the thighs.

“I should go,” said Logan coming to his feet.

“You can shower off before getting dressed,” said Charlie.

“Yeah, you can shower with us,” added Alvarez.

Logan looked at Alvarez, knowing he was serious. He pictured it, the three of them in the shower together, the closeness of it. He was tempted, then afraid of his own impulses.

“I need to get going,” Logan lied, picking up his clothes and getting dressed as cum trickled down his body, then wet his clothing as he put each garment on.

He left the bedroom as Alvarez and Charlie got up to shower, and he didn’t look back. He raced across campus, straight to his room. Glad the roommate was out and the guys next door were not using the bathroom they shared. He got into the shower, water as hot as he could stand it, and scrubbed the dried cum from his skin.

 

For the next week, Logan avoided the arts area of campus, didn’t dare go through their courtyard. Charlie had texted once, asking if he had his answer. Fuck you, Charlie Richardson he thought as he replied: Yes. He tried to put it out of his memory. Alvarez beneath Charlie, then on top just hammering his ass down on Charlie’s cock. He could picture it in vivid detail, every nuisance of it. It made his cock get hard and confused him.

Logan avoided Nelson, even his friends. He went to class, then to the library to do his assignments, coming back to the dorm late. He missed out on going to dinner with some of the guys, missed out on going to hear a band play, or just going down to the commons to toss a football or play a game of tag. But he wanted to be alone to work out what he was feeling. Allow the thoughts to unwind until he hoped to grow bored with them. He didn’t even masturbate, for the one time he began to work up a good hard erection, he pictured Charlie and that big fat cock.

He wondered if it had to do with Charlie. Maybe knowing one of the guys, someone from his hometown, a classmate since kindergarten, if that made him think of him so. He got the wild idea he should see if someone else would let him watch. Two guys he didn’t know. He could sit further from the bed, maybe in a dark corner, and let them fuck the shit out of each other. He just knew his reaction would be less, far less.

But how to do it. That was the question, the dilemma in hand. He remembered something one of his uncles had said once. If you want something from someone, just ask. You’ll be surprised at how often they give you what you want. His uncle had been talking about money, and probably drugs, and now that he thought about it, probably sex too. But not the sex he wanted to ask someone to let him watch.

 

Logan waited until there was a night his roommate was gone, and it was late enough he didn’t expect one of the other guys to come knocking. He opened his laptop, pulled up one of the social media sites for guys looking to hook up. He looked through the categories, read postings by some of the guys, building up his courage to make a post. He created an account, a username, then the text to go with the picture he uploaded. A neck down shot, naked, cock hard as rock, and held up to let those that might look at his post see its size.

CuriousJock8 seeks two gay guys who will let him watch. Just watch.

His finger hovered over the enter key, telling himself to delete it, all of it, but he couldn’t do it. The image of Charlie rose up vivid in his mind, the tall lean body with its big cock, and he hit the key, setting everything in motion.

 

Then the next night, Logan didn’t check his post, afraid it wouldn’t have any results, then afraid it would.  It didn’t help that his roommate was there, doing some paper. He went to bed wondering if anyone around the university would be deviant enough to let him watch. Then he imagined Alvarez, that sick fuck, seeing his post and responding. He rolled to his side facing the wall and tried to get to sleep as he imagined Alvarez, then Charlie laughing at him for creating such a post. He could hear them scoff at how lame he was being. Just wants to watch; yeah, right, Charlie would say.

The next day was as shitty as Logan felt. He had practically no sleep and a full day of classes, a day he would have to navigate with an umbrella. He hated carrying one, trying to keep the rain off while not letting a gust of wind tear it apart. He stuffed a pair of gym shorts into his backpack with his text and notebooks, grabbed up his umbrella, and headed out.

Once through the last class where he had struggled not to nod off during the instructor’s droning on about some theory he couldn’t bring himself to care about, he headed to the gym on campus determined to sweat out his frustrations.

He changed into his shorts, threw a towel over his shoulder, and headed to the weight room. He made a circuit, not skipping any station. He worked every muscle humanly possible to the point of fatigue. He sweated profusely as he made his way around the room, having to use the towel constantly to wipe it out of his face and off his chest. There were others in the gym. He saw their stares. The two girls at the treadmills, the guy on the shoulder press, and the big blonde guy at the free weight area. He saw their eyes following him. What if he gave them an invitation, suggested they come back to his dorm room. What if.

A quick shower and dressed back into his clothes he headed back to the dorm.

He smiled when he opened his door to find his roommate was gone, the room dark. He left the overhead light off and fumbled his way to the lamp on his desk, letting it push back the darkness as best as it could. Backpack tossed on the floor, he sat down, opened his laptop, and pulled up the site with his post.

“Fuck,” Logan uttered as he saw the replies. He had anticipated a few hits with the hope for one good one, but he had to scroll down to see them all. Two guys in a dorm room, two in an apartment in town, another guy who would invite his fuck buddies over, and…

The list went on.

He read them all, then read them again, cutting them down to four. Four that seemed promising, the pictures of the guys intriguing. They were all tall with lean builds, and two had black hair. He realized as reading the four replies for the third time, the guys in each reply reminded him of Charlie. Fuck Charlie he thought as he typed a reply to the first one. When he finally typed a response to the last of the four, he hit send and closed his laptop, and right at that moment his roommate came through the door.

“Hey, some of us are going to go to the bar-be-cue place near the tracks. You want to go?”

“Yeah, sure. Just let me shower and change.”

 

Saturday night, ten till nine, and Logan was entering Morris Hall, a dorm on another part of the campus. The brick façade rose five stories, and a series of steps rose from the drive up to the front door. Logan took the steps two at a time, easily ascending them to the entry level, then pushed through the front doors into the cool interior. The layout was different from his dorm, but it had the same common area with some guys lounging around watching television. He moved past hoping not to run into anyone he knew.

The elevator took a long time to arrive at the first floor and seemed to rise so slowly as not to be perceptible. Finally, the door slid open on the fourth floor, and he entered the corridor finding it familiar. Doors open along it, music from some, video gaming from others, and through nearly all the sound of guys in conversation or joking around. He strode down the corridor looking for 424.

The door was closed as he expected. He knocked and almost as soon as he lowered his hand, the door swung open.

“You must be Logan. I’m Josh.”

“Yes,” Logan replied looking at Josh, sizing him up. Tall and lean with black hair and green eyes.

“Come on in. Tony is showering off.”

“We won’t be disturbed, will we?”

“No, by this hour most of the guys are grouped up for gaming or watching TV or out for the night.”

Logan entered the dorm room, one so similar to his own with two twin beds, two desks, and two small chests of drawers. A bicycle was wedged at the foot of one bed, and the chair for one desk was rolled over to the window between the beds. Logan didn’t need to be told that it was for him. He moved to it and sat.

“I just want to watch,” said Logan, looking up at Josh.

“Yeah, we got it. Tony…he…wants to be watched, so we’re cool.”

“You don’t seem enthused about this.”

“Not really my thing, but for Tony I’ll try.”

Logan sensed the night wasn’t going to go as planned. The door to the bathroom opened, and Tony came out in just a towel around his waist. He was average in height and build, brown hair cut short. Logan looked at Tony, then over to Josh, finding them attractive but not alluring.

“Logan?” Tony asked, coming closer.

“Yeah, you must be Tony.”

“Yeah. You ready to get started?”

“When you guys are.”

Tony pulled the towel away and tossed it over the other chair. His cock hung half hard over the sac, and Logan knew it would be a nice cock, but it wasn’t like Charlie. He sat back surprised Tony hadn’t told him to get naked. He didn’t intend to strip, not unless they put on such a performance, he felt driven to do so, and he definitely would not volunteer to do so up front.

Tony kissed Josh, then removed his T-shirt, pushed down the shorts, then boxers, leaving Josh naked. He fondled Josh, got him hard, then squatted in front of him and sucked his cock. It was mechanical, nothing passionate about it, and Josh looked like he struggled to relax, eyes constantly looking at Logan.

Logan looked at Josh, tall, skinny, too skinny, nothing like Charlie. He knew it was a mistake coming here.

Tony pulled Josh to the bed. He lay back holding up his legs, and Josh took them and held them to his chest as he moved up closer. The position was all wrong, Logan couldn’t see anything, and he felt frustrated instead of aroused.

Josh penetrated Tony, who moaned and grunted and made comments that sounded as rehearsed as in some porn videos. Logan was surprised one of them didn’t pretend to be a pizza delivery boy.

Josh moved over Tony, ass flexing as he pumped cock into Tony’s depths. Logan eased up, moved across the room to the door. He looked back and saw Tony looking at him disappointed.

“I’m sorry guys, this isn’t what I thought it would be,” said Logan, then he eased out the door.

 

Sunday afternoon, a time when most were cramming for an exam or rushing to finish assignments, after putting them off Friday and Saturday. Logan was rushing for something else. He was running a few minutes late, driving across town to an apartment complex where two guys would be awaiting his arrival.

Logan had quizzed Cole, the one who posted a reply. Asked for the physical descriptions of his friend and himself. Cole sent him a photo of the two of them, naked at some beach. It gave Logan hope for they could be stand-ins for Charlie and Alvarez. Cole’s boyfriend, Lorenzo, was Spanish, from Madrid, and he was dark skinned with jet black hair and dark brown eyes and over a half foot shorter than Cole’s six foot two. Logan looked at the smiling face picturing Alvarez’s smile, the wicked one when he was riding Charlie’s cock, and wondered if Lorenzo would smile the same.

Cole was so similar to Charlie in his build, and in their messaging, Cole admitted to being on his high school’s track team. What mattered to Logan was the black hair and dark brown eyes and the long cock that hung flaccid over its sac, promising to be impressive when hard.

The apartment complex was old, the metal railing showing multiple coats of paint and still had places it was flaked off leaving rusting metal exposed. Logan made his way to the second floor and down the balcony to apartment 21, knocking on the door as soon as he got to it, eager to see if this time would be different.

The door swung open, and a cute boyish guy stood in the doorway. Shirtless, black gym shorts that looked good against the dark skin.

“Lorenzo?” asked Logan, knowing it was him.

“Yes, and you’re Logan. Come in.”

Logan followed Lorenzo into the apartment, a small living and dining area, and behind a half wall, a small kitchen. It was neat but cluttered, a space well lived in.

“Cole is in the bedroom,” said Lorenzo, leading Logan to the bedroom door.

When Lorenzo moved into the room, sitting on the bed, Logan saw Cole laying naked across it.

“Logan is here,” said Lorenzo as he rubbed his hand down the back to the top of the ass.

Cole stirred, raised up on his elbows, looking over his right shoulder. “Hey, you made it.”

“Yeah. You guys still willing to let me watch?”

Lorenzo smiled and Cole rolled over, revealing his hard cock, long and thin, a reflection of his body. He stroked it slowly, then reached over taking Lorenzo by the back of the neck and pulled him over to his cock. Lorenzo sank his mouth over the cock, pushing down as far as he could.

“Grab a seat,” said Cole as he lay back giving Lorenzo room to suck.

Logan finally saw there was a chair in the far corner. A straight back dining chair that barely fit between the chest of drawers and the side wall. He sat in it and stretched out his legs, feet pushing against the side of the bed.

Cole moaned, then pushed Lorenzo’s head down until taking nearly every inch. He pushed up from time to time, until he was obviously getting close.

“Lorenzo,” Cole uttered, and Lorenzo removed his shorts, cock flopping out hard, and moved to the side of the bed on his hands and knees sideways to Logan. He looked around at Logan and winked as Cole came to his knees.

Logan looked at the lean boyish body, dark skinned, so smooth to the eye and beneath the stomach, angled out from between the thighs, a very hard cock. Then he watched Cole move up to the ass, raking his spit slick cock across them. Lorenzo dropped his head and pushed back.

Cole put his cock between the cheeks and pushed. Lorenzo moaned louder, body shivering as Cole penetrated him.

“Yeah, put it in him,” Logan whispered as his own cock stirred within his cargo shorts. He tugged on it, shifted it within his boxers to let it stretch out, then fingered its hardening length. He saw Lorenzo watching him as Cole pushed long thin cock into his ass.

“Fuck,” Logan exclaimed as Cole pressed against the round ass. He watched Cole take Lorenzo by the waist and start to fuck. Slowly at first, tugging outward until Logan wondered if he would slip free, then the push inward, inch after inch disappearing in Lorenzo.

Logan felt the constriction of his hard cock, and he began to undo his shorts until he could get a hand down inside his boxers, desperate to have fingers touch his cock, bare skin against bare skin. As Cole increased the pace of their fuck, Logan watched while fingering his cock.

The bed began to rock, to squeak, a rhythm that spoke of the brutal pace of Cole’s fuck. The only thing louder was the smack of skin against skin, as Cole thrust into Lorenzo’s depths all the way. And Logan watched intently.

Cole grabbed Lorenzo by the hair and pulled. The head rose, then the lean body curved back, and Lorenzo cried out. Logan pushed his boxers and cargo shorts down until they dropped around his ankles. He spread his knees wanting them to look, to see how they were driving him crazy with lust. He held his cock straight up and stroked it, slowly, keeping his arousal simmering, just below the level of release, as he watched Cole hammer Lorenzo’s ass.

Cole pulled free and grabbed Lorenzo’s right ankle. “Get on your back,” he uttered.

Logan looked at the long cock, glistening in the dim light. It was different from Charlie’s cock. Just as long but thinner, more in proportion with Cole’s body frame. He watched Lorenzo flip to his back and with hands behind the knees, hold his legs up and spread.

“Cole…fuck me,” Lorenzo uttered.

Logan watched Cole knee walk up to the spread ass, then bury every fucking inch in it, all the way until pressed against it. Lorenzo threw his head back and howled. Then he raised his head looking at Cole.

“Come on, fuck me, fuck me hard.”

Logan started to slip the front of his T-shirt behind his neck, but he leaned forward and took it off. He wanted to be naked, fully exposed as Cole fucked Lorenzo. He sat back and kicked his shorts and boxers off to the side, spread his feet wide apart and stroked his cock.

The bed rocked and squeaked, and Lorenzo uttered obscenities and pleaded with Cole to fuck harder. He stroked his cock with the same brutal pace, fist a blur as he worked it up and down.

The sound of the fuck, how it reflected the physical nature of it, echoed in the room and made Logan slide his ass to the edge of the seat and stroke as fast as Lorenzo. He watched Cole take the right ankle and hold the leg straight up, then pushed it out to the side. Cole spread Lorenzo and continued to hammer his ass and Logan watched the long cock as it piston inside Lorenzo’s depths.

Cole slowed, took Lorenzo’s legs behind each knee, and Logan watched the small frame get folded in half, the ass lift until in perfect alignment. The cock found its target and plunged into the ass all the way. Cole pushed down on the legs, pinning them to Lorenzo’s chest holding himself over him, and proceeded to long dick him. A tug until his cock slipped out, then the shove downward, sinking all the way back into Lorenzo. Over and over, Cole slow fucked that ass until Lorenzo was begging for him to fuck him and Logan put his feet up on the side of the bed, knees raised up and stroked his cock.

Cole went from holding himself up on his toes to resting down on his knees, and he began to give Lorenzo what he wanted. A hard brutal fuck. Hips banged against upturned ass, the bed protested beneath them, and Lorenzo moaned and grunted and cried out.

Logan was so close he was about to cum. He watched Cole’s fuck become ragged, losing its rhythm until Cole slammed into Lorenzo’s depths and shuddered and jerked with release. Logan watched the tall skinny body as it kept trying to jam another inch inside Lorenzo, then he grunted, thrust upward with his hips and rained cum down on his chest and stomach.

Logan was squeezing out the last of his load as Cole manhandled Lorenzo, brought him to his knees and entered him again. Logan had seen how Cole’s slimy cock was still rock hard, and now he watched Lorenzo rock with every push inward as Cole held him tight to his chest. The lean body was pulled back, back arched, with cock sticking straight out. It was drooling, a clear drop hanging from the gapped slit.

“Logan, you want to join us,” said Cole as he thrust into Lorenzo’s ass. “Come on, join us.”

It wasn’t what Logan wanted. He didn’t want to join in, he just wanted to watch. It would mean something, more than he could admit. He sat up and let go of his cock.

“No, I don’t want that.”

“Come on, Logan, join us,” whispered Lorenzo.

“No…I can’t,” Logan replied as he jumped up, grabbed up his clothes and rushed to the living room to get dressed.

As he pulled on his clothes he heard the squeaking bed, the moans and grunts, the pleadings to be fucked, then a chuckle, a soft laugh, and he wondered if it was at his expense. He rushed out, not wanting to find out.

 

Logan banged the steering wheel while stopped at a light. He was aggravated, angry that Cole and Lorenzo had fucked it up, asked for something he wasn’t willing to do. He knew they thought he would be so aroused he would want to join in. But it spoke of being someone else. Someone who was willing, a gay guy or someone bisexual. He couldn’t bring himself to think in those terms. But he knew later on, probably that night when lying in bed trying to fall asleep, he would think of it. Of him willing, climbing on a bed, and it would wreck him to know it was Charlie Richardson, that sick fuck, who would be the one waiting on that bed.

“Goddamn it,” Logan uttered as the light changed and he eased across the intersection heading back to the dorm.

 

There were other messages, guys hitting him up willing to let him watch, some single saying he could watch them masturbate and dildo fuck themselves. Logan deleted them, all of them and sat back staring at his profile. There were two others on the list, two more he had set up for a night of watching. Maybe one of them would give him closure on this desire to see guys fucking. To end his daydreaming of it, of imagining what it might be like to crawl into bed with a guy. But in a moment of clarity and honesty, he knew he was just lying to himself. He could watch every gay couple at the college fuck their brains out, and he would still think of it. Picture being in a room with a guy, getting on their bed to mess around. To imagine his hands on their body, touching and rubbing and stroking until…

And it was always Charlie Fucking Richardson he pictured.

 

Monday night and Logan was sitting in an armchair watching Kevin and Julian make out on the sofa. Kevin was about six feet tall with a lanky muscular build, not from a gym but the labor of a farm. He knew Kevin was an Ag major and could have guessed as much by the way he had been dressed. A plaid shirt with the sleeves ripped off and faded and worn jeans. Even the thick drawl added to the characterization of a country boy. And Logan had to admit he found Kevin cute with his scraggly beard trying to come in and the surprise of pierced nipples when the shirt was removed.

Then there was Julian. A blonde pretty boy, about five foot seven, with the whitest skin he had ever scene. A boy who came from a small town near Kevin’s home, the two of them having gone through school together and after graduation found themselves confessing to each other.

Logan watched Julian get on his knees on the sofa facing the back of it. He spread his legs and angled his cute little ass back, and Logan watched Kevin rubbed two fingers down between the cheeks making Julian moan and push back. Kevin stroked his cock, a solid seven inches with an arrow shaped head, and between Julian’s legs Logan could see the low hanging nuts swing back and forth as Kevin fingered the ass.

Logan watched Kevin slip a second finger into Julian, then a third. Julian looked back at Kevin, mouth hanging open.

“Kevin…fuck…do it…stick me,” Julian uttered breathlessly.

Kevin guided Julian to turn and lay across the arm of the sofa. For it gave Logan a perfect view of the lean body on its knees, leaned over the arm. Julian’s ock angled up from the between the thighs, hard, flexing up and down. As Kevin came up behind him, kicking the legs apart, the cock drooled.

What would it taste like? Logan wondered as the drop descended until hitting the seat of the sofa. Then he watched Kevin penetrate Julian. Slowly, gently, working the head through the tightness, then inch after inch of the shaft until halfway inside of him.

“Yeah…” Logan whispered as Kevin held Julian by the waist and began to fuck.

It was different from Cole and Lorenzo, unhurried and before long he realized it was more intimate. Kevin leaning over and kissing Julian’s back, then reaching around the waist and stroking Julian’s cock. Logan watched the hand move on it, then he watched Kevin’s cock slide into view, then push back into Julian going deeper and deeper until hips pressed against ass.

Kevin rubbed Julian’s back, up along the sides, and along the shoulders. He combed his fingers through the blonde hair, then held the neck as he piston cock inside him.

Logan watched how Kevin moved. The full undulation of the body. How the hips swung, the abdomen muscles flexed, how the ass cheek dimpled with every push inward. It aroused him, made his cock rock hard, and he slipped his jeans and boxers down until gathered around his ankles. He spread his knees as far as he could and stroked his cock as Kevin fucked Julian, embraced him in a hug, grinding hips against ass, then pulling him upright on his knees.

“Fuck,” Logan whispered, stroking his slick cock while watching Julian rock with Kevin’s thrusts, hips pushing forward and cock flexing up and down. He wondered what it would be like to take it in his mouth, just let the head slide over his tongue. Then he pictured Charlie Richardson in front of him making him suck.

“OH,” Julian exclaimed, and Logan watched cum arch over the arm of the sofa, then rain down on it. He shuddered and jerked with each ejaculation until spent, then fell forward resting over the arm with Kevin holding his waist, increasing the pace of their fuck.

“Kevin,” Julian whispered, and it was like a command. Kevin shoved forward and shuddered with his own release.

As Kevin pushed against Julian’s ass, Logan slammed his fist down and grunted with his own release.

 

Julian sat naked as Kevin came back into the living area with beers for the three of them. He had slipped on his gym shorts making Julian’s nudity that much more pronounced. Logan sat in the armchair, his jeans and boxers back in place. He took a beer and sat back watching Kevin sit next to Julian, giving him a quick kiss and the beer.

“Why did you guys reply to my profile?”

“We…well-“ Kevin began, then Julian cut in.

“We were curious. We saw your profile when looking for a friend’s profile. Mark had gotten no replies to it and wanted our opinion about it, so we looked at it, then just scanned through the others curious what guys were posting.”

“And you saw my profile wanting to watch.”

“Yeah. It was funny at first, but we wondered if there would be something really erotic about it.”

“Was there?”

“It was fun, adding a bit of mischievousness to our sex, but…I don’t think we’ll do it again.”

“Is that why you kept me out here instead of your bedroom?”

Kevin laughed, nodding his head. “You caught that. Yeah, we decided we would try this but not in our bedroom.”

“That is for us, alone,” Julian added.

“Did you get what you wanted out of this?” asked Kevin.

“Not really.”

“What are you looking for?” asked Julian.

“I don’t know.”

“What started it?”

“I…huh…ran into someone from high school that was so different than I had imagined him to be and…this is crazy. We were talking about sex and, his fuck buddy wanted to know if I wanted to watch them having sex.”

“So, you watched this former classmate do things you could only imagine?” asked Kevin.

“Something like that. I should go, but thanks guys.”

Logan got to the door when he heard Julian call his name.

“Logan.”

“Yes?”

“Whatever it is you’re looking for is with this former classmate.”

Logan gave Julian a weak smile, wondering if he was right, then he let himself out.

 

On the walk back to his dorm, Logan smiled, then laughed aloud. Despite not feeling satisfied after watching Kevin and Julian, he did like how they were together, an intimacy he wished he felt toward the girls from high school, or those he hooked up with after arriving on campus. He wondered where Kevin and Julian would be in five years, ten years, or hell, fifty years from now. In each scenario, he saw them still together. He tried to imagine it, this desire for someone that would last past that initial physical intimacy.

He cut around Sanford Hall through the courtyard of the arts buildings. It was quiet, the courtyard lit up just enough to see, but all along the façade of the building there were windows lit up. He had heard how students worked late into the night on projects, and as he strolled through the courtyard, he wondered if Charlie was up there somewhere, sketching or painting or molding clay into some sculpture.

 

One more, and Logan would be finished with his list of four. Just one more to see if he got some resolution to a question he didn’t know. Or one he couldn’t honestly ask himself. He drove across town to an apartment complex outside the city limits, a new complex that sat behind a shopping center. Circling the parking lot looking for building 5, he wondered what the two guys would be like. Their profile had indicated Ryan was five eleven, one hundred fifty pounds and nine inches. Logan thought the latter a bit of a lie after seeing the photos. It was a nice, curved cock and he wondered why Ryan would exaggerate it. Then there was Nikoli. Greek, dark curly hair, dark skin tone, and dark brown eyes, and a cock that looked every bit of the seven inches claimed in his profile. A thick ramrod straight cock, and he wondered if Ryan took it, let Nikoli fuck him, or if Ryan was always the top.

Parked along the back fence, Logan crossed the drive and headed to the stairs of building 5 to the second floor. He moved into the breezeway, past the front two apartments to the two in back, the one on the left his destination. As he neared the door, he heard voices. Loud, angry voices. A few words were clear through the door. Jealous, just a fuck, and clingy. Logan stared at the door as if it would allow him to hear better, then he stepped back when something smashed into a wall, immediately followed by an angry voice yelling.

“Fuck no,” Logan uttered as he turned and headed back to his car.

 

Driving back to the dorm, Logan was disappointed. He had hoped maybe this would be the one to make him forget Charlie Fucking Richardson. Instead, he was wondering why none of the first ones did. He knew no two people were the same, but still, how could it matter so much, the small differences. Cole, then Kevin had been close, sexually, physically, but it hadn’t been enough. He wondered about Ryan and Nikoli and the argument that had been going on. Stopped at a light, he wondered if the two guys finally realized he wasn’t going to show up and laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

 

For days, Logan marched past Sanford Hall, determined not to circle around it past the arts buildings. He was going to avoid Charlie for nothing good could come of it. But at night, cock in hand he didn’t think about pussy or one of the guys from his post. Instead, with eyes closed and hand stroking cock, it was always Charlie Richardson. He thought of the tall muscular body and its cock. He pictured it moving over Alvarez, pumping that cock into Alvarez’s ass. How the body undulated, then the back curved as cock was shoved into Alvarez’s depths.

The next Saturday, Logan woke up late, rolled to his back, and saw his roommate had taken off already, probably doing an early morning bike ride. He sat up and looked at his watch seeing it was nearly eleven. “Damn,” he uttered to himself, knowing he had stayed up far too late, it nearly three in the morning before finally getting to bed. It was his frustration, his agitation about obsessing over Charlie Fucking Richardson. The inability to get him out of his head.

He wondered how much of it was sexual, or if it was something else. Some other aspect of Charlie that made for his constant imaginings of him. He couldn’t bring himself to consider that maybe, just maybe, he felt some sort of attraction toward Charlie. The guy who had been a classmate all through grade school, the one who hadn’t been intimidated by him or hadn’t tried to gain his favor. The guy who broke all the rules of the cliques, instead played by his own rules. The guy he had seen naked and couldn’t get it out of his head.

Looking out the window, he saw the wind blowing, leaves fluttering through the air, and he knew without checking it would be cold. All week the forecast said a front would push through on Friday night and Saturday would be substantially colder. He dressed in jeans, a long sleeve pullover, grabbed up a light jacket, and headed out. He was going to use the walk across campus and into town to clear his head, then stop somewhere for lunch.

 

Magnolia Creek Tavern was a small restaurant and bar located in the heart of downtown, in what had been a hardware store during the last half of the twentieth century. With high ceilings, and old wood floors that creaked with each footstep, and walls of dark wood with old photographs of the college town, the restaurant was comfortable and unpretentious.  Old sixties Jazz played softly over the sound system as students working part time served the customers. Behind the bar, one of the owners served those sitting along it, pouring mugs of draft beer, mixing cocktails, or just pouring a glass of iced tea.

Logan found himself in a booth along the side wall. With his back to the bar, he could look out the window at passing pedestrians and survey those sitting inside. He ordered the open face turkey sandwich with a small side salad, and sweet tea, something healthier than the junk he had been eating for the last week. The waitress brought his drink, and he sat back, taking a sip on occasion as he waited for his food. He didn’t look at his cellphone, just stared out the front window lost to his thoughts. A tall figure came into view, long legged, lanky, and Logan sat up wondering if it was Charlie. The guy turned toward the window to look inside, then waved at two women at the front, and Logan realized his mistake. Logan watched the guy enter the restaurant, go to the two women, giving both a hug, then took a seat with them.

Logan exhaled, wearily, and leaned back. Get a grip, asshole, he thought to himself.

Almost immediately, another tall figure strolled into view, stopped, looking at the front door then across the street at the Italian restaurant. Logan saw it was Charlie debating on which restaurant to enter. He wanted Charlie to enter Magnolia Creek, uttered it in a low voice over and over for Charlie to come on, enter here, then berating himself for it, thinking it would be better for Charlie to cross the street and have Italian for lunch.

And he sized him up again. The head shielded by a wide brim black fedora, where even the hat band was black. In the shadow of the brim, he could see large black framed glasses framing the face. A long coat, wool from its appearance in a dark gray with a wide black band around the chest and both arms that aligned when the arms were held down. A white T-shirt with some kind of geometric pattern in black beneath the coat and straight leg black jeans cuffed at the ankles revealing the black and white socks and black sneakers with white soles and laces. Charlie looked like a model with his exaggerated height and lean build…and the way he moved, gracefully, comfortable in his own body.

Then he pictured Charlie naked, fucking Alvarez, fucking him hard, body glistening with sweat.

He squirmed in the booth, the wood seat suddenly hard on his ass, and held his head down as if in thought, afraid to look up. Afraid to see Charlie enter, more afraid to see him cross the street. He heard the sound of the front door open, then close, and Charlie’s voice.

“Just one,” said Charlie to a waiter.

“It’ll be about a twenty-minute wait,” the waiter replied.

Logan couldn’t stop himself, he looked up, then waved at Charlie.

“Hey, you want to join me?”

 

As Charlie drove back to his apartment, Logan sat on the passenger side of the bench seat. He had been stunned to see what Charlie drove. If one of the guys from back home had pulled up in the 73 Ford High Boy, white over blue with narrow tall-walled all-terrain tires, a truck that looked like a museum piece, he would have praised them. But Charlie, the truck looked out of place. He expected an old BMW or one of those Volvos or maybe a hatchback from the eighties or nineties, but not a Ford truck, a 4-wheel drive high boy at that.

When he had asked Charlie what he was doing with such a vehicle, there had been a smile, then laugh, before telling how the truck belonged to an uncle back in Oregon and when there was mention of trading, he had asked to buy it. Then said it would take him up to a cabin his family had in the North Carolina mountains accessible by a gravel road they didn’t keep properly graded. It would haul anything he needed for his art studios, then he admitted how he loved to ride in it with his uncle in the Oregon mountains and just didn’t want to see the truck go to someone else.

Logan kept looking over at Charlie behind the wheel, maneuvering through traffic, shifting gears with ease. It seemed so out of character. Then he would go from focusing on the truck and Charlie to just Charlie and he tried not to think about how he ended up riding with him back to his apartment.

You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you? Charlie had asked suddenly, right in the middle of them talking about classes. Logan had been stifled at first on how to respond. He knew exactly what Charlie had referred to, and everything he had considered as reply would be admitting more than he wanted. Come on, Logan, why be afraid to admit you’re thinking about it.

I’m not afraid, Logan almost replied defensively, but had held his tongue, knowing the truth of it. The derogatory labels he himself had said in the past about gay guys seemed to hang over his head. The silence at the table had been embarrassing, how Charlie just sat there, waiting for him to reply. He knew all those labels were silly, that it was natural, a part of sexual desire. But those old labels, those primitive notions of sexuality just haunted him up to that point, when he had sat up and admitted the truth.

I want to try it…with you.

 

“You okay over there?” Charlie asked as he turned into the parking lot for the dorm complex where he resided.

“Yes,” Logan replied, and he realized he was okay. That riding with Charlie had been no big deal, and soon they would go to Charlie’s dorm room. And he would do more than just watch.

 

Logan followed Charlie into the dark room, the roommate conveniently in his studio working on a project. Charlie turned on a small lamp on his desk, one that barely lit the room. The darkness made the room feel intimate and comforting to Logan since he didn’t feel like he was in a spotlight.

“You sure about this?” Charlie asked as he kicked off his shoes.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You think? No, Logan. Either you want to do this, or you don’t. I won’t deal with you freaking out about it later.”

Logan chuckled, for the old Charlie, the one from high school was suddenly staring him down. “Yes. Yes, I want to do it.”

“Get undressed, then come undress me,” Charlie uttered in a low voice, then moved to his desk chair and sat down.

Logan smiled, for he knew this part was easy. He would get naked in front of Charlie. He had done it before. He pulled his shirt off, then shoes and socks. He worked each leg free of his jeans, then just as casually dropped his boxers to his ankles and stepped out of them moving closer to Charlie.

Charlie stood and moved close, only about a foot between them, and stared into Logan’s eyes. Logan stared back, wondering how it would play out, knowing sooner or later he was going to remove Charlie’s clothes. But he felt a hand touch his chest, rub softly across it, over both nipples. The hand rubbed downward, over his stomach, until fingers raked through his pubic hair, but it didn’t touch his cock. So close, so tantalizing close, it flexed with his arousal.

As the hand rubbed upward, Logan shivered. Skin goose bumped. Cock flexed.

How much would Charlie require of him? He kept thinking of it, struggling with his arousal. He wondered if he could do it, those things he had watched Charlie and Alvarez do. The sucking of cock then ultimately the fucking. It went against all those notions of what it meant to be a man. But he knew it was a lie. How did experiencing the pleasures of sex, taking whatever role desired, have anything to do with what is masculine, or feminine. Even kissing became just another way to expressing the desire for another.

Logan leaned forward and kissed Charlie. Gently, just a simple touch of lips. Charlie smiled at him, and he knew the rightness of it, and he closed the gap between them, this time kissing with greater urgency, greater passion.  

“You’re willing?” Charlie asked, but something about his tone made Logan think it wasn’t a question.

Logan nodded, then reached up and began to undo the buttons of Charlie’s shirt. As the shirt fell open, a hand took his cock, manipulated it until fully erect. As he slipped the shirt from the shoulders letting it fall to the floor, the hand stroked his cock increasing his arousal. He glanced down at the bulging jeans, knowing what was expected, and in a moment of clarity, of pure honesty, he knew he wanted to do it. He pulled back slipping his cock out of Charlie’s hand and went to his knees. He looked at the bulge, then pressed his face against it. He mouthed it, feeling the hard cock within, and moved along its length.

“Fuck,” Charlie uttered, and Logan held him mouth over the head and exhaled hot air from deep within his lungs.

He reached up and tugged on the jeans, popping the button free. He tugged down on the zipper seeing dark blue boxers come into view. He worked the jeans down until they slipped free of the curved ass and hips and fell around the knees. He pushed them down around the ankles while leaning forward, pressing his face against the obscenely bulging boxers. He inhaled the masculine scent, then put his mouth on the cock, just the thinnest of fabric between his lips and it. He mouthed it feeling his own arousal increase. He reached down and took his cock feeling the hardness, and the smooth skin stretched tight around it. A few strokes and he moaned with Charlie’s cock head in his mouth. The boxers were suddenly in the way, preventing him from the fullest of pleasure. He tugged them down, Charlie’s cock popping up hitting his chin. He captured it in his mouth and pushed forward feeling it slide over his tongue. He stroked his own cock. He sucked Charlie. Lips tight around the thick shaft, he tugged them back until only the flared head remained in his mouth, then he pushed forward, taking as much as he could, feeling the head push at the back of his throat. He moaned around it, and increased his pace, working his lips along the cock. He tongued it, sucked on the head, and let it cut off his air until he struggled, turned red-faced, then he did it again. Over and over, sucking his first cock…Charlie’s cock.

“Fuck…Logan…I’m going to cum,” Charlie uttered.

Hands held Logan’s head as cock piston through his lips. The cock swelled impossibly thicker, then exploded in his mouth. Cum hit the back of his throat making him swallow, then it gushed into his mouth seeming to fill every space around the spurting cock. He swallowed again, and again, until Charlie was finally spent, and he had taken all of it.

Fingers combed through his hair, then balled into a fist. A tug back and Charlie made him look up. “I’m not done,” Charlie whispered. It wasn’t a threat, merely a stated fact.

A pull upward, and Logan came to his feet, cock rock hard. He stroked it in front of Charlie. Let him watch, he thought. Charlie smiled in a way not expected, and Logan knew he would need to be willing to do more. He would need to be willing to do it.

“Get on the bed,” said Charlie.

Logan moved back toward the bed until it hit the back of his legs, and he lay down, eyes locked on Charlie. He watched Charlie move closer, right between his legs. He watched a hand reach down and roughly tug on his cock, stroke it a few times making him moan, then release him. Charlie went to his knees, slipped a hand behind each leg and guided Logan to raise them. Up until thighs were straight up and lower legs parallel with the floor, spread wide, making him feel his nudity, his submission to another.

“Pull your legs back,” Charlie uttered as he pushed on each thigh.

Logan took his legs behind the knees and pulled back until he knew his ass was spread wide open for Charlie’s manipulation. He never felt so submissive, so vulnerable to another. He never felt so aroused.

Then he cried out, a whimpering shocked cry as tongue touched his ass. Up and down, that tongue dragged along his perineum, over his anus, over his tight sac, until he was wet. He threw his head back, moaning and shivering, as the tongue worked his ass over, then bore into his anus until he felt it loosen. Then a finger breached its tightness and bore into his depths. He felt it twist and turn, then slip out, only to be penetrated by two fingers. Then three fingers. Then four.

“Goddamn it…Charlie…” Logan uttered breathlessly.

Logan opened his eyes to see Charlie holding each of his legs, spreading them wide apart. He felt that thick cock touch him, rake across his ass, then press against his opening. He stared up at Charlie and when Charlie went from looking at his cock against Logan’s ass to staring back into his eyes, he felt the first push, then another, then the penetration. Another man’s cock breaching his tightness. A man’s cock boring into his depths. Charlie’s cock; it was Charlie’s cock sinking into his ass. Thick and impossibly long, sinking deeper and deeper until he felt Charlie’s abdomen press against his upturned ass. He had taken it, every inch, and his own cock drooled on his stomach.

The hands on his legs tightened their hold, pushed his legs down until thighs pressed against his chest and Charlie was over him. He seemed larger than life, a presence that filled the space over him. Then he felt the movement in his depths, as that long thick cock moved, tugging outward, then inward, over and over, until it was a fuck. A man’s fuck. Charlie’s fuck…of his ass.

He moaned and uttered obscenities as Charlie pummeled his ass. Harder and harder, until the bed rocked and squeaked beneath them. His own cock bounced off his abdomen, smacking wetly against it. Then the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the room. Louder and louder and in rhythm with the rocking bed and their hard fuck. The hands tightened on his legs, pushed down until it was hard to breath as cock pushed into his depths. He felt the fullness of it. The way the cock felt like it bore into the center of his being.

Charlie pulled out and Logan wanted to cry out no. Then he was being manipulated, tugged, and pulled to roll over.

“Get on your knees,” Charlie uttered breathlessly.

Logan obeyed, rolled to his stomach getting up on his hands and knees. A hand rubbed up his spine and back down to his ass. A smack to the right cheek, so hard it stung. His cock flexed and drooled between his thighs. Cock touched his ass, and he couldn’t stop himself. He pushed back and heard Charlie chuckle, then pushed once again against his ass. Logan shuddered with the renewed penetration, the way the thick cock stretched him open again, and sank deep into his body. He hung his head breathing hard with the fullness of the penetration.

Hands held his waist, fingers digging into the firm flesh, then cock moved inside him. A tug outward, then the push inward, over and over, slowly at first, letting him feel every fucking inch. But Charlie couldn’t hold the slow pace, and soon their fuck was rough, physical, as cock pummeled his insides, hips smacked against his ass, then the feel of a hand as it rubbed up his back, along his neck until fingers combed into his hair. Closed into a fist, the hand tugged roughly back.

“Take me…take me…” Charlie uttered.

The hand tugged on his hair until his hands were off the bed. He hovered over the bed on his knees, cock swinging between his thighs, as cock piston inside him. He rocked with the roughness of Charlie’s fuck, only later would he reflect on it. The shear physical nature of it. It would make him hard to think of it. But now he was lost to his aroused state. How every touch sent shivers up his spine. The way everything seemed to be in movement. The rocking bed, and his own body, and Charlie undulating against him.

Logan took his cock in hand, unable to hold back, desperate to get off. He stroked with the same fury of Charlie’s fuck. He closed his eyes focusing on it. Every sense tuned to it.

“Fuck me,” Logan uttered. It was the first time he had said such a thing. It wouldn’t be the last, not even during this fuck, his first. Charlie tugged roughly at his hair, pulling his head back, making him turn and look back.

Charlie leaned forward and kissed him at the side of the mouth, then along the jaw until moving lips down his neck. He felt the nip at the skin, the hunger behind it.

Logan’s hips rocked with Charlie’s fuck, a steady rhythm, one that pushed his own cock through his fist.

“Fuck…me…” Logan whispered with urgency. “Fuck me, Charlie…fuck me,” with a desire he would have never admitted before.

Then Logan came. He gasped for breath, shoved his cock through his fist, and shuddered and jerked with release. Cum sprayed the bed, thick wad after thick wad, as cock kept fucking his ass. He gasped for breath at the unbelievable feel of it, how his release was so intense with the feel of Charlie’s long thick cock working through his ass as it spasm around it. As the last of his load dribbled from his cock, Charlie shoved him down into the cum on the bed. His nose landed in a large puddle, and he inhaled his own scent, one familiar, as Charlie moved over him, pinned his head to the bed and fucked. Fucked hard.

“Keep going...don’t stop,” Logan uttered, then he licked at his cum, slurped up the wad as Charlie pummeled his ass.

“Fuck…take it…take me,” Charlie exclaimed breathlessly.

Logan felt how Charlie shoved into his depths and shuddered against his ass. How Charlie tried to push deeper into his body, get another inch deeper, while pumping a load into him.

 

The shower ran hot, mist rising and fogging up the glass door and the mirror over the sink. Logan stood facing the wall, braced on his hands. His cock swung heavily between his thighs as Charlie held his waist and fucked him once again. He moaned and whimpered and gasped for breath as cock piston into his depths. He reached back with his right hand and slid his finger over his ass cheek until he felt Charlie’s cock fucking him. He felt it rub his fingers, while working back and forth through his stretched opening. He put his fingers to the edge of his opening feeling the tightness with its stretch around the thick cock. Then he worked a finger next to Charlie’s cock, worked to slip it through his tightness, next to the cock as it worked his depths. He shuddered with the pain of the stretch, but he pushed as deep as he could, making his own cock drool.

“God-damn-it,” Charlie uttered, tightening his hold of Logan’s waist.

Logan held his head down and focused on the feel of Charlie’s cock. How it gave him a sense of fullness and rubbed his finger.

Charlie pushed Logan against the wall and shoved into his depths all the way. “Take me,” Charlie whispered in Logan’s ear as he came again.

Logan took it, every spurt, then let Charlie spin him around. Pushed against the wall, Charlie kissed him while stroking his leaking cock. With lips still touching his own, Charlie whispered, “come for me.”

Cum shot up on their stomachs, then covered Charlie’s hand as he stroked Logan to full release.

 

Logan walked across campus seeing the looks. He never tired of it, how girls and guys would look at him. Some stared so blatantly, he had to laugh. Look all you want; he thought as he crossed the campus to his first class of the day. It was three weeks into his junior year, and he found himself back into the groove. Getting up for classes, doing his assignments, meeting friends for lunch or dinner or drinks at one of the sports bars, and, of course, doing his workouts. But most evenings, he was at the apartment he shared with Charlie. He had let go, let himself admit to what he wanted, and what he wanted was Charlie Richardson. He admitted to being Charlie’s boyfriend. He held his hand in public, attended gallery openings on and off campus with him, playing his role as supporting partner. He smiled when watching Charlie interact with others or working on an art assignment, paint smeared on a cheek or up his arm as the brush lightly added color and depth and detail. And at night, he submitted to Charlie. He loved him, kissed him, took his cock in his mouth, savoring that first load, then he took the next in his ass after a fuck that left him breathless. Then he held that tall lean body against his own, feeling its warmth, and small rhythms of breathing during sleep, feeling satisfied for the first time in his life.