When Logan Came

"We're going to have a friend come stay with us for a while," Dad told Mom and me that evening late one November just after Thanksgiving. "He'll be with us three-four months while he gets himself straightened out and can get his own place and such."

Mom was not thrilled at this news. "I suppose he's not going to help with the bills or pay rent or such," she sniffed.

"Now, Marsha, Logan is a longtime buddy of mine, he and I went through the Army together and he saved my ass a time or two. He won't freeload any more than he has to, but he'll need to find a job and get some money ahead before he can do such things," Dad said soothingly.

Mom was a woman who knew how to pick her battles and knew when she wasn't going to win. "Well, if he doesn't drink too much or bring over women all the time, then I guess I can live with him well enough."

"Logan's not like that, honey, you'll see," Dad told her. "He's a hard worker and a good man, but we all have hard times now and then. Remember you and me our first year back when I got out of the Army?"

"Don't remind me. Well, I'll get the guest bedroom cleaned up for him," Mom said and that was that on the subject that evening.

I came home from school three days later and found a strange man sitting on our couch watching television. He saw me and smiled. "You must be David."

"Uh-huh," I said, kind of bashfully.

He thrust out a huge paw of a hand. "I'm Logan. Pleased to meet you."

That was my introduction to Logan. Logan was a huge hulk of a man, he stood six foot four, was about my father's age of thirty-five and had a thick shock of "dirty blond" hair on his head which was just mussed enough to look casual. Below that was a rugged, square jawline and intense, piercing blue eyes that sparkled in a merry, carefree way. His body was immense, with broad, powerful shoulders and a shredded, lean musculature that was the sort that sculptors longed to capture in marble and painters to express in their artwork. His biceps (he told me) were seventeen inches around when flexed and his abdominals swelled when he lifted something and were flat and hard as rock the rest of the time. His legs were oblong steel. I frankly ogled him as he moved about the house those first few days, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a tanktop, and craved a chance to touch that body all over. I was only seven and had no idea I had a crush, I just knew Logan was a big, strong man and I wanted to be closer to him, but didn't dare try to touch him.

Our house only had one bathroom with the sink, toilet and bathtub on three of the walls of the six-by-six-foot-square room, with the door filling the spare space on the fourth wall. There was just enough room left over for one person to stand and turn around easily, but not much more. One Saturday morning, I was taking a bath when, to my surprise, Logan walked into the bathroom. "Sorry for bothering you, David, but I have really got to take a whiz." To my pleased surprise, he pulled at his shorts' waistband and hauled out his pecker and began to whiz in the toilet, which was turned sideways to the bathtub. I had a clear view of him from where I sat.

You can bet I stared at him taking that leak. Even soft, he had a pretty hefty dong; he was holding it in his right hand, all four beefy fingers on the shaft, pulling back the foreskin and the head still poked out more than an inch beyond the fingers. I watched the entire time he loosed that yellow stream into the toilet and then shook it a time or two and then, for the first time, he looked over at me. "Did you enjoy the show?" He grinned at me.

I had to grin back, abashed but used to his humor by now. "Yeah, sort of. You got a big wiener, don't you?"

"Yep, Max here makes me happy every time I want him to," Logan wasn't putting it back, he just held it and watched me. "He grows and grows and I can't get him back in my pants until I milk him out."

"Grows?" I asked.

"Gets hard as a rock," Logan affirmed.

"Why would it do that?" I asked.

"Wow, you don't know anything about it, do you?" Logan said, surprised, or acting surprised. "Well, you'll learn more about it when you get older, it can happen to a man at any time."

"You mean, like yours is doing now?" I inquired as I kept on staring. His prod was swelling up as he held onto it.

Logan looked down at "Max" and smiled. "Yep, us talking about it has woke him up. I'm going to have to milk him out again, looks like."

His dong jerked and waggled its head at me. "Gosh, it's really big now," I marvelled.

"Max is fully awake now," Logan said. "What I get for talking about him with you like I did."

"I'm sorry," I said. "Can I touch it?"

"Want to hold Max a moment?" Logan stepped a half-step to get up to the very edge of the tub. "Sure, go ahead. You can hold him a while."

I leaned closer and gripped his pecker with my right hand and Logan gave a soft groan. "Wow, it's so warm. I feel it throbbing in my hand," I said.

"Uh-huh, that's Max begging for attention," Logan agreed. "What I got to go do now is head to my bedroom, lie down and pump my hand up and down on him real fast until I squeeze the milk out of him, that'll put him to sleep again."

"Like this?" I inquired, and stroked my hand back and forth on his shaft.

"Uh-uhhhhhhhhhh!" Logan grunted and pulled his cock out of my hand by stepping backward, bumping his butt on the sink. "I'd better not do anything else, David, I already went too far. Your Mom and Dad may not like it if they found out. You finish your bath now, okay?" Logan rushed out and I went back to bathing, but I had a lot to think about.

If Mom and Dad hadn't gone to visit my grandmother in another town after lunch, I guess nothing would have happened. But we got a phone call from Mom some hours later that they were still at my grandmother's house and the car wouldn't start. They would have to stay there and get it fixed Monday before they could come back home. I gave the phone to Logan who agreed to fix meals for us and so on and he hung up the phone, a bemused look on his face. "Well, David, I guess you and me are baching it for a few days. What do you want to do right now?"

"Can Max come out to play?" I asked, staring at his crotch.

Logan snickered, shaking his head. "David, you have got a one-track mind. I already spanked Max once today on account of you, you don't want to get him in trouble again, now, do you?"

"I bet I can play with him better than you can," I said, putting my hand right where Max was sleeping.

Logan didn't push my hand away and Max was right there, stirred and began to fatten up again.

"Well, David," Logan drawled, "Max doesn't exactly like it when people use just their hand on him to play."

"How does he like playing, then?" I asked.

"He wants people to use their mouth, for one thing," Logan told me. "Think you can use your mouth the way you would use your hand to make him happy?"

"I can try," I volunteered.

Logan got up from the couch and stripped out of his tanktop and shorts, got naked and sat back down in a lounging position. "So let's see what you can do."

I was getting a good look at Max. Logan's cock was long, about eight inches, big around and its skin reached up to wrap around the head with just the tip sticking out of the top. Its skin's color was a darker brown than the rest of Logan's skin and thick like a coat that it was wearing over it. I found my mouth watering at the thought of getting that big whanger into my mouth and I crept toward it like a cat advancing on a mouse. Logan watched me with a big grin on his face.

"You want to use a lot of saliva as you slide it up and down, and keep your teeth away from it," He told me. "Use just your lips and maybe your tongue if you can. Take it as deep as you can, but don't choke, that's no fun and you don't have to dip any lower than you are comfortable with. Just grip the skin and make it go up and down."

I had paused as he talked, my mouth hovering over his prod with my hand holding it steady. "Okay," I agreed and I dove onto the big mangler.

"Huh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh! Huhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Logan gasped as I swallowed about four or five inches. Max was deep in my mouth but I wasn't quite choking on the fat dong. "I told you not to force it down!"

"Mm-mhm-mh!" I replied.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Logan reproved me, breathing hard. "Grip with your lips and pull upwards now, stop when you reach the head."

I did so and Logan groaned huskily, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He gasped a moment. "Damn, but that's good. Now, you don't have to go that deep every time, but you do have to speed it up. Show me what you can do, boy, I'm getting really worked up here, Max is going to be one happy pecker at this rate. Let 'er rip!"

I began to bob up and down and found it was really easy for me. I don't know why so many people think sucking a cock is so hard to do. I didn't choke at all, even when I would vary my motions by going in deep, which I did now and then, just to hear Logan give that long moan of his. I guess I didn't have that gag reflex he mentioned, it just didn't bother me. But I never tried to take all of Max into my throat, just that four or five inches. That felt good and Logan loved it!

"Ahhhh-gah-ahhhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhh-guh-huhhhhhhhh, uhhh-ah-ahhhhhhhh!" Logan was gasping as I moved up and down, though a lot faster than you probably read that, more like "ah-gah-ahh, uh-guh-huhhh, uh-ah-ahhh!"

Only about five minutes of this and Logan suddenly gurgled and gargled out, "Oh, shit, I'm coming, don't stop now, don't stop, don't stop, ah-hahhh, ah-ahhhh, ah-ahhh, ah-hahh, AH-AHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Max's milk flooded my mouth and it didn't taste like milk at all. It was very warm, sticky, salty, a tad sweet, very musky flavored and rich and amazing. I got a mouthful and I gulped it down and Max immediately squirted another mouthful into me. I swallowed that and more gushed in, but lesser and I was able to savor that while more arrived and then I swallowed that; Max was finished and Logan was groaning, panting on the couch, his big chest heaving up and down like crazy.

"Are you all right?" I asked him, concerned.

"I'm all right," he gasped out at me, a choked sound in his voice. "That was fucking amazing, David. You're an incredible cocksucker, you know that? Just...amazing!"

"I told you I could play with Max better than you could," I said, pleased with myself.

"You were right about that and I admit it," Logan sighed. "Now, what do you say I stir us up some supper and then you climb into bed with me and I'll show you another game you can play with Max?"

"I'd like that," I agreed with enthusiasm.

Logan was actually a good cook and after we ate, he and I settled in to watch a bit of TV (Logan said Max needed to rest a bit more) but we got in bed around nine o'clock and I stripped naked as well as Logan for another game with Max.

"You have two holes in your body, David, one in your face and the other in your ass. This game we play with the other hole, your butthole," Logan said. "But we got to get that hole prepared first. Luckily I am prepared for that right here." He held up a small tube. "Best lube they make for games like this, Max loves it and so will you."

I saw what he meant, Logan spent some time squirting the lube out onto his finger and pushing it into my butt and using his finger to spread it around inside my butthole. "We have to get the tissues inside you to relax and stretch," he explained. "You can take Max inside you, but it'll go easier on you if we stretch you first."

His fingers felt really good and I was squirming with the good feeling I was getting from his wriggling them around inside of me, when he added a second finger to stretch me out even more. A time of that stretching and he pulled them out and said, "Okay, I think you're about ready for Max, but I'll rub some more lube on him just to make it even easier."

When he had Max all shiny with the lube, he put me on my side and held one of my legs up high with him upright on his knees and he said, "Now, you tell me if Max hurts you any and I'll pull him back or hold still while you rest a bit."

He pushed Max inside and it was the most amazing feeling in the world, not like his fingers at all, but lots better! Max was thick and warm and his roundness fit my butthole so nice and firmly and when he got his head inside me a little ways I gasped, "Oooooh, that feels good!"

"Max just found your prostate," Logan told me and he paused Max's advance and wiggled Max back and forth and I moaned, "Uhhhhhuhhhhhuhhhhuhhhhhuhhhhuhhhhuhhhhuhhhuhhhh!" in a warbling groan because the feeling was just going on and on and on as the cockhead's flare brushed me again and again from Logan's movements.

"Now I'll drive it on in and we'll really get moving," Logan said with a chuckle in his voice. "If you liked that, you'll love what I'm about to do."

He pushed the rest of the way in, his eight inches of dong were buried up to the base and, after a short pause to let me get used to it, Logan's hips because to move. And boy, did he move! Max was diving back and forth in increasingly swift strokes, sliding back and forth, dipping in and out of my butthole from being with just the head inside me to plunging in to where Logan's balls slapped my buttocks and I groaned, gasped, moaned and keened in my rapture. "Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh, mmmmmm, uhhhhhh, uhhhhh, ahhhhh, mmmmm, uhhhhhh, ahhhhh, ohhhhhhh!"

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Logan was panting as he thrust his hips briskly at my rump. "Oh! Ah! Uh! Oh! Ah! Uh! Uh! Oh! Ah! Uh!" as he revved up the speed even more.

"Oh, Logan, oh, Logan, oh, that's good, good, oh, oh, oh!" I groaned.

Logan lowered me so that I was lying on my stomach, he grabbed my hips and hauled them up so I was on my knees, my head still on the pillow and he stuffed Max back into my ass (Max had fallen out of me in the motions) and began to thrust at me even faster, a constant hot motion of his cock into my bowels; I just buried my face in the pillow and groaned in my desire; it was such an amazing feeling, this hot prick blazing in my body with the fire of Logan's lust.

"AHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHHH!" Logan's speed kept up but his gasps of pleasure had changed in tone, now they were an intense, prolonged keening sound.

"UHHHHH! UHHHHH! UHHHHHH! UHHHHH! UHHHHH!" I grunted into the pillow as my own body quivered in every fiber of my being.

"AHHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH!" Logan guttered out.

"UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH!" I mumbled in reply.

"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH, AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, HAHHHHHHHHHHHH-HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Logan cried out and I felt his hot spooge rushing into my intestines, blasting into my bowels, colliding with my colon in clumps of climactic chaos.

I moaned as I felt that and my own orgasm exploded in my senses. "UHHHHHHHHHHHHH-UH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I shuddered and shivered and shook and quivered, my body an electrified miasma of sensory overload.

Logan fell onto me and I slumped down into the bed and mattress, buried underneath his heavy body and unable to breathe, but it was a brief crisis; Logan rolled off of me and I was able to rise feebly, gasping, and I rolled myself over to gasp beside him, resting partly upon his ribcage which was heaving like a dying whale beached on the sand.

"Ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh!" Logan was wheezing like an old man might, only he was healthy and his breath was returning to him. I rose and looked down at Max, who was a slippery, withered husk of his former glory. I turned my head and smiled at Logan.

"It looks like Max is all worn out," I told him.

Logan smiled back at me. "He's not the only one. You are one hot piece of ass, David."

"That was fun," I told him. "When will Max be ready to play again?"

"Probably not until tomorrow morning."

"Not sooner?"

Logan managed a feeble chuckle. "David, you are a danger to all Mankind if you are going to keep acting like this. You have to let a man rest up before you go grabbing at him again."

I slid my hand over his ribs and stomach and gripped the slimy dong. "Max feels really nice," I said. "Still warm and friendly like."

The cock swelled as I fondled it.

"You know, Logan, I don't think Max is asleep after all. I think he's waking up again."

"Ohhhh, David, I don't think he's ready to play again," Logan insisted.

Max stiffened up rigid.

"Max disagrees with you," I said. "I bet if I coaxed him, he'd be ready to play again in no time."

Logan sighed and rolled over on top of me. Max was indeed ready to play some more.

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