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It all started back when Logan realized he was gay. He was oddly nervous around his best friend, and frequently thought about him before going to sleep at night. He'd lay in his bed, dreaming that his best friend, Michael, was there with him just to talk, since he didn't really think of sex at that age.
Time passed with Michael and Logan becoming closer and close; Logan still dreamed of Michael being beside him every night, and hoped it would never end. Just the thought of Michael sent a shockwave of excitement straight to Logan's heart, and a smile crept to his lips. Over night sleepovers were the best, of course, and would be spent talking nonstop into the night hours. Talk centered mostly around games, each other, and plans of the future, never of girls. Which was fine with Logan. He never wanted the words I like...' to cross Michael's lips unless they were followed by the pronoun you.'
As time passed, young Logan discovered the pleasures of his hand meeting his all-too-horny cock. As time progressed, Michael's face and body would come to mind whenever Logan's body demanded attention. It was at this point when Logan knew what he was. He did not think it was wrong, nor did he think anyone else felt the same way. Whenever the other boys at school started to date girls, Logan thought he was the alone in the universe, a cast-away on a small, secluded island. But then there was Michael. The beautiful boy whom had never even mentioned a girl.
High school came. The two boys split ways; one to a newly constructed high school, the other to the county high school. Logan was all alone now, more so than before. He also had the added worry of honor classes and the dreaded period of the day: Physical Education. Every day after school Logan would dial Michael's number. It was embedded into Logan's mind and fingers. His thumb could fly across the keypad before his mind could think of the digits. He could hear the dial tone. "Brrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrr." With every ring, his heart would sink. He'd try to smile as he hung up the phone to the female voice announcing the family was not at home and asked him kindly to please leave a message. This seemed to go on forever.
One day, just as Logan was about to give up hope and hang up the receiver, he heard the phone pick up, and on the other line was the blissful voice of his Michael! For a moment, Logan was speechless. Then he uttered a week `hello' and the most grand smile came across his face as Michael spoke his name followed by "I tried to call..." The only other thing that would have made Logan smile even wider is if Michael had proclaimed his love for Logan then and there. He was actually thinking of Logan, too. The news Michael had was fantastic for Logan; he was actually going to switch schools to the one Logan attended! What more could Logan ask for? They talked for hours, like they used to, and had Logan had given Michael all of his classes in hope that Michael would have at least one with him. Michael would come to register in a matter of days and would start anew soon. At the fourth threat from his mother, Logan said his goodbyes and hung up the phone with Michael. He was ecstatic.
A week passed. Logan finally got Michael back on the phone, and they were talking about Michael's new schedule. None of the classes matched Logan's. Then the truth came out: Michael had spent the night before registering for classes talking to his other 'best friend' that went to the same school. He took regular classes, and convinced Michael that would be the easy way out, so therefore they shared a few classes together. Logan was jealous, but did not let it show.
The year passed very slowly. Logan survived on only seeing and talking to Michael very few times a month, a sever cut back from the previous year.
Sophomore year brought about many changes. Logan decided it was time to tell someone what he was, since girls had been showing interest in him. He didn't have the heart to lead them on since he knew he was in love with a boy. The first person he told was Michael. They were into one of their four hour talks and Logan was beating around the bush. He had told Michael that he had a secret to tell him, but wasn't sure if he should, or how he could. Michael, having the influence he had over Logan, finally just told Logan to spit it out; he certainly wasn't going to tell anyone.
"I...I...I'm, um, not so straight..." Logan finally stammered out. Silence.
"Michael?"
"Wow."
"What? I was kidding. It was a joke, promise."
"No. No it wasn't. I know you. I've always thought you might be, but now I know for sure. It's cool, Logan, really. Actually it's really cool you had the guts to admit it. I could never..."
Logan's heart was racing. At these words, it might have actually skipped a few beats. There was no better reaction to this news. This brought the two boys closer. They talked about it a lot; Michael was interested in the subject so it seemed. Logan didn't mind answering questions now that he knew Michael didn't mind. He never found it odd a 'straight' boy would be so interested in a gay boy's preference. Little things that Michael said never registered to Logan, such as "if I was gay, I'd be the fem one. Ya know. Have a guy take care of me." Logan thought this a little odd, but never thought about it much until the one day when Michael was on the phone with Logan and asked a simple question.
"Do you think I'm cute?"
`Well, I just happen to think you're the most beautiful being to ever walk the Earth,' thought Logan.
"Well. Yeah. You are."
"Ha. That's funny."
"Why's that funny?" Logan asked, really confused. It seems Michael always made Logan confused.
"Nothing. I told you about that one guy at my last school, didn't I? I stayed at his house once... and, well, we kinda messed around a little bit."
Total shock. And a sudden case of extreme nerves.
"Oh really? What did you two do?" Logan asked, suddenly depressed as well, tears forming in his eyes.
"Well, ya know, traded blow jobs."
That was it for Logan. He shelled up and wouldn't really talk anymore. He would answer questions Michael asked, but always answered `I'm fine' when Michael asked what was wrong.
"So, you're gay?" Logan finally asked.
"More bi, I think." Michael replied.
They both let the subject rest, since it was nearing 4 a.m. As Logan stared at the dark ceiling in his room, he thought of what Michael said. "more bi ..." This brought a smile to his face since he refused to remember the part about exchanging blow jobs with the strange boy. This opened up a door in their relationship. A door Logan would refuse to shut.
Over the next few conversations, the subject was boys. Who was cute. Who was not. Who they believed to be gay, bi, and straight. Never on their own friendship turning into a relationship, however.
The year passed, with only Logan knowing Michael's secret, but everyone finding out about Logan. He wasn't afraid of telling anyone his secret now that his beautiful boy knew and accepted him.
That summer brought a lot of free time for the boys. They hung out together with a group of mutual friends. This was Logan's entire life: his friends and Michael. He lived for them, and only them, since his father was extremely tough on him, emotionally and physically. He was forced to do enormous amounts of physical labor so he could spend just a few hours with his friends every bi-weekly Saturday night.
One day, however, Michael brought up a sleep over at Logan's house. Logan proposed it to his dad, and it was approved, but with a cost. Logan would have to plant trees and flowers, mow the yard, clean the house, do laundry and dishes, and unload the trailer of mulch before Michael was allowed over. Even then, Michael would have to leave before noon the following day. It was worth it to Logan. He did everything asked of him with haste, and within an hour of being complete, Michael was standing at his door, holding his bag of clothes with a devilish smile on his lips.
The night was slow until Logan's father went to bed. Then Logan took apart the computer in the living room and set it up in his bedroom. The boys booted up the pc and were surfing the web when Michael entered `porn' into the search engine. He browsed mostly gay sites for a couple of hours with Logan sitting next to him on the bed. After a distant noise in the house broke the boys from the monitor, Logan disconnected the pc and took it back to the living room. They decided to try to go to sleep afterwards. Logan let Michael have the bed, like always, while Logan slept in the floor. They began talking. About what they just saw, mostly.
Then, Michael got the courage to ask.
"Hey, Logan. Do you wanna suck my dick?"
Logan was at a loss for words. This is what he had been dreaming of for years now.
"Sure." was all that escaped his lips.
Logan's hands and feet went cold, as they always do when he gets nervous, and his heart was pounding away at his ear drums. He'd never done anything like this before, but he was determined to do it right, and make Michael feel as good as he made Logan feel.
Logan heard the undoing of a belt the bed rustle. He then leaned up and a hand grabbed his. It directed it to an unseen spot and brushed against soft skin, but with a very firm statue. Logan grabbed it. He smiled as he started to slowly rub his hand up and down the long shaft. This was the first time he'd even touched another boy's cock, but he knew he was hooked. He leaned in and kissed the tip of it then stuck out his tongue to start to lick around the head and into the slit. He was a natural. He took more of Michael's cock into his mouth. It seemed to never end. As it hit the back of his throat, he hesitated to go further.
"Ahhh. Can't you take it all in?" Michael whispered to Logan.
Logan determinedly pushed Michael's entire cock down his throat and kept it there for a few seconds to prove he could do it, and felt the pleasure it brought to Michael. Logan learned what felt good to Michael because when he would do something fantastic, Michael's legs would shake, and a small gasp would escape his lips.
"Feel good?" Logan asked as he continued to stroke Michael's cock.
"Oh fuck yeah" was all he got as a response, which made Logan more confident.
He lowered back down to his prize and went for the balls this time, taking each into his mouth carefully and sucking gently on them while still keeping pace with his hand on Michael's throbbing cock. He then licked his way back to the head and then deep throated the cock again, all 7 inches of it. He came off of it and started to jack Michael off. Michael reached down and took over, going faster and faster. Logan lowered his mouth on the head of Michael's cock and gently sucked while Michael continued to rub.
Logan felt Michael tense up and knew it was time. He felt a very warm, awkward tasting liquid come flooding into his mouth. He swallowed as fast as he could, but it still gushed from Michael's cock, and Logan greedily swallowed all he could but some still leaked out of the corners of his mouth down Michael's cock. After Michael was finished, Logan went down on his cock again and sucked it clean.
They sat there a minute, both breathing hard. Logan fell back onto his floor bed, and stared up at the ceiling.
"That was great" Michael's voice floated from above.
"Yeah." Was all Logan could say; he was still lost in the lust of sucking Michael's cock. A quick glance at the clock told Logan it was 5 a.m. Logan told Michael goodnight, when they heard footsteps in the hall leading to Logan's room. The door opened, and the figure of Logan's dad was silhouetted in the frame. He stood there a moment looking into the room, then walked away.
The boys both let out a sigh of relief.
"Wow. That was close" Logan said.
"Yeah. Way close" Michael said. Soon afterwards, both boys fell asleep.
The next morning, Logan's dad woke them up early, and they had breakfast. The two kept looking at each other and smiling, knowing what had happened between them the night before. The time for Michael to leave came, and Michael left.
Logan saw Michael at school, but Michael always avoided him. This confused Logan more, and made him depressed. Why would his Michael avoid him, especially after what they had done? Three months passed like this. Not a word was uttered by either. Then Logan broke the silence.
"Why won't you talk to me?"
"You told."
"What?"
"You told Gina. How could you tell her?"
"Michael. You wouldn't talk to me, I told her so that maybe she could get you to talk to me." Logan pleaded.
"Whatever. I'm not bi. I'm straight. I have a girlfriend now." Michael stated matter-of-factly.
Logan was crushed. He had to tell Michael now.
"I love you. I always have, and always will. I love you, Michael."
The look on his face was indifferent.
"I'm not gay. Get over it. I'm straight."
Michael turned the group's opinion of Logan against him. Everyone abandoned Logan; left him to struggle with mixed emotions and broken dreams. Devastated and depressed, Logan turned suicidal and was kept alive by only the hope that one day Michael would come back after high school was over and Michael's reputation wasn't at stake anymore. The only light in Logan's world was extinguished and although Logan tried to light it several more times, the cold wind of Michael's words would blow it out over and over, again and again until finally Logan stopped lighting it, and left it to what it was: a burnt out dream of true love.
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