Chapter 31
Ethan
I didn't plan on getting sucked off by my best friend at breakfast.
I swear that if I'd known it was a possibility, I really would have made plans, but it was pure and simple work of fate.
Since there wouldn't be a game on Saturday, the coach had given us the Friday after Thanksgiving off.
I'd only planned a nice restful morning and some quality time with Logan and Charlie until we all had to head to campus after lunch.
That is, if the situation between the three of us was still normal after last night.
Things had gotten pretty out of control. Logan let me touch him and give him a blowjob until he came in my mouth. And it had been incredible, but I swore he'd be freaking out this morning.
However, to my surprise, Logan was completely normal when he found me in the kitchen making breakfast. He offered to help me and we made eggs and bacon chatting about trivial things and football stuff.
After we left a fruit salad ready for Charlie and washed the dishes, though, is when he finally brings up the subject.
"So... about last night..." he starts, and I avoid sighing. Here came the regret. The "I got carried away in the moment" or "I don't want you to think I'm gay or bi just because of what happened" speech. I knew those by heart from other tangles.
"It's all good, I know it was a heat-of-the-moment thing," I get ahead of him, but the man in front of me frowns. "You don't have to repeat it."
"And why not?" he shoots back, and I get confused.
"Because you're straight and all. We agreed to this three-way fun, but I know the focus is on Charlie and..." My explanation is brutally interrupted by Logan's body colliding with mine and his mouth taking me.
My shock is so big that it takes me a couple of seconds to close my eyes and respond.
I hold the man by the nape and ask for passage for my tongue between his lips.
When that happens, I'm invaded by his taste and I revel in the dance of our tongues.
Logan kisses me hard, like he thinks I'll disappear when he stops, so I return it the same way.
His stubble tickles my face and I catch myself loving it.
When his hands, before resting on the counter behind me, find my waist, I can't resist and pull him by the waistband of his shorts, but unfortunately that's what finally seems to startle him and Logan breaks the kiss, taking a step back.
We stare at each other for several seconds, both trying to catch our breath, until he breaks the silence with a short laugh.
"Considering how long I've wanted to do that, straight doesn't seem like the right definition anymore," he admits, and my eyes go as wide as saucers.
Of course I'd had suspicions about his heterosexuality slipping away ever since that slip of saying he got turned on hearing Charlie and me have sex, or the stares he'd give my cock when the three of us were together in a room, but I swore he'd hold out a lot longer.
"I... Wow. I don't really know what to say."
Logan laughs and shrugs.
"It's fine, I don't know either. I'm not ready to define myself or anything... I already figured I was attracted to you as much as to Charlie, but I needed to kiss you to confirm it," he confesses, sounding a little shy even, and I catch myself fascinated.
Could I be dreaming?
"And what... do you want to do about it?" I ask, because as much as I really wanted to put him on the kitchen island and show him all the other pleasures one man could give another, I wasn't going to pressure him. The cards all needed to be his.
"I don't know. We've been friends for a long time and if you suddenly feel attracted to me back, we could explore some new things. New to me, at least," he says, and this time he actually blushes.
Fuck. I was going to bite this guy if he kept emitting cuteness like that.
I break into a predatory smile in his direction.
"I swallowed your come last night and just kissed you, and you're wondering if I want you too?" I shoot back, and he laughs nervously, running a hand through his hair.
"You said once that I wasn't your type."
Remembering the episode, I laugh and come closer.
"I lied shamelessly. You were my straight friend, teammate, and roommate. Showing my crush on you wouldn't have been in good taste," I reveal, and he lets a new shine slip into his eyes.
As he stares at me and breaks into a smile, I see the player Logan taking over completely from the embarrassed one.
Oh, this was going to be so fun...
I pull my friend by the nape and kiss him with doubled fervor. We quickly become a mess of hands squeezing and exploring each other's bodies. I move to take off his shirt, but I ask permission with my eyes first, which he understands and agrees to.
When I expose his abs, I remember how many times I wanted to lick every ridge, so that's exactly what I do. I give attention to his nipples too, licking and sucking, and Logan starts panting under my hands. I go back to kissing his mouth at the same time as I slide a hand into his sweatpants.
He's not wearing underwear, so I find his free erection and massage it lightly.
I lower his pants a bit so they stop getting in my way and spit in my own hand before going back to jerking him off. It slides easier now with the saliva and Logan moans quietly.
I steal another kiss and get even more turned on when he's the one who holds me by the neck and deepens the meeting of our mouths.
When we're forced to stop in search of air, I ask quietly:
"Do you want to come on my hand, or on my tongue again?" He bites his lower lip as he considers, but then shakes his head no.
"Actually, I want to suck you." His words alone might have already made me have an orgasm, that's how disoriented I get, but I manage to smile sideways and agree.
"I'm all yours, buddy," I say ironically, winking an eye at him.
To make our lives easier, I get rid of my shirt and pants in fractions of a second. I don't miss the lick of the lips Logan gives as he looks at my painfully hard cock and wraps it in his hand.
The touch makes me close my eyes for a moment and I remember all the times I touched myself thinking about him.
He thinks he suffered hearing me have sex with Charlie, but I spent years living with the same thing and still trying to hide my desire.
The first year living together was especially hard.
I could have even named an Egg in his honor.
When I reopen my eyes, the blond man is kneeling in front of me and I'm forced to brace a hand on the counter.
He looks up for a moment.
"Any tips?"
"Just think about everything you like done to you. You'll see how easy it is." That's my honest answer, and Logan seems to recall every blowjob he's ever gotten until he makes up his mind.
My real urge is to grab his hair and shove myself into his throat to the hilt, but I control myself and once again leave the power with him.
I watch expectantly as the guy sticks out his tongue and holds the base of my cock with a certain firmness.
He licks from the part his hand doesn't cover up to the head and I see stars.
Then, he plunges the whole head of my cock into his warm mouth and moves his tongue perfectly.
I moan loudly and my reaction must be what he needed to let loose for good.
Logan Hayes sucks me like a popsicle at the beach on a hot day.
He runs his tongue over the whole length, leaving the trail of saliva that lets his big hand slide over my entire cock.
He sucks my balls, rubs his tongue against the head, and then tries to take me as far into his throat as possible, testing his limits.
It's fucking paradise in the shape of the warm mouth of a six-foot-three athlete with light eyes.
I moan so much and I'm so out of orbit that I only notice Charlie's presence when her voice sounds in the kitchen.
"Now that's what I call a good morning," she greets, and the two of us nearly pass out from the scare. Logan jumps to his feet and looks at Charlie with a guilty expression.
"Sorry," he asks, trying to wipe his saliva and my pre-come spread across his face.
"For what?" the girl asks, stopping right in front of him.
"For sucking your boyfriend without you here." His answer sounds more like a question than a statement. Charlotte laughs and hops onto the island, sitting down.
"Ethan's not my boyfriend. And we're having fun, aren't we?"
"Yeah, but..." He tries to explain again, but Charlie interrupts him.
"And I'm here now. Why don't you go back to what you were doing so well, put Ethan out of his misery, and let me watch?" she suggests, and I nod several times in agreement.
"Please," I reinforce, and my friend recovers the naughty shine in his eyes.
"Are you going to touch yourself in the meantime?"
"If the show's good enough..." she teases, and the blond laughs, coming closer to her to steal a long kiss. When he finally comes back to me, he kisses my lips too before getting on his knees.
Finally.
I thought I'd die here of a hard-on.
My penance ends when my friend latches onto me again with renewed energy. I groan and this time I really grab his hair.
Even the sound of his gagging when he tries to take me too deep in his throat sounds sexy to my ears.
I look away for a second and find Charlie slipping a hand into her pajama pants, and I smile.
When a hard suck on the head brings me right to the edge, I decide I want to try one more thing with him.
"Let me fuck your mouth, Logan?" I ask, and his eyes go a little wide. "Please."
The surprise is replaced by mischief in the blink of an eye. Logan doesn't answer, but he sticks his tongue out, and that's all the sign I need.
I push into his lips, pulling out and back in slowly at first. My self-control doesn't last long and soon I start moaning loudly and fucking that delicious mouth like I always dreamed. I control his movements with the hand in the blond hair, and it's absolutely incredible.
When I know I'm close to exploding, I warn him, but Logan doesn't pull me out of his throat. On the contrary, he winks mischievously and speeds up the rhythm.
Bastard.
I gasp and moan, letting the pleasure consume me. I come calling his name and record with fascination the scene of him swallowing my come and then cleaning my cock with more licks.
I'm still kind of spaced out when another little cry catches my attention and I turn my face in time to see Charlotte reach orgasm with just her own fingers.
I trade a look with Logan and we smile in unison.
"Looks like you enjoyed the show, princess," he remarks, and she laughs, her face and chest completely flushed.
"It was incredible."
"Then come on, the second act will be in your room," Logan says, holding out a hand to her and another to me.
We accept without hesitation.