"What?" Logan was confused.
"You said try again..."
"Yeah, so you can tell me if my taste is improving. We can keep trying till we make it addictive."
"Hey, I didn't agree with that. I thought it was a one-time thing."
"What? Of course not. This is for us, bro. Not only for me. I want you to improve your taste too. This is the only way we'll get those bitches to swallow our baby batter. C'mon, it can't be that bad."
"That's easy for you to say. I'm the one swallowing your jizz." I felt annoyed because Logan was my best friend. We never had this sort of unbalanced relationship. It was normal for us to share everything. If I had to do something boring or eat food I didn't like, Logan would join me, and we both would feel the pain.
"I know. I just can't do this. It's too disgusting for me..."
"And, it's not for me?" It was the first time I reacted like this to one of his arguments. Logan understood how upset I was becoming.
Logan was thinking about what to do, but apparently, nothing came to his mind. He wouldn't swallow cum like I wanted him to.
"I'll think of something, ok?"
"Fuck, man. What's wrong with you?"
"Hey, calm down."
"Fuck you, man. Fuck you." I left his room. I didn't want this discussion to end like this, but even his voice was annoying me. I decided to sleep and try to forget about it. Hopefully, after all the drama, Logan would forget what happened and we would be able to move on as if it never happened.
It was Saturday morning when I heard my phone vibrating. My head was still foggy. I was groping for it on my bedside table but couldn't find it. I opened my eyes when I heard it vibrating again. Logan had sent me two messages, then a third one.
I opened my WhatsApp and found two messages and a video in between. The first message read:
'Look at this.'
I still couldn't focus well enough when I touched the play button. On my screen, I saw Logan holding something in his hand. He zoomed in and I couldn't believe my eyes. Was that cum? There was a lot in his hand. He brought it to his mouth and swallowed the whole thing. He then proceeded to lick his hand clean and laughed. That couldn't be happening. I watched the video again with my eyes now wide open.
The third message was asking me to forgive him.
'WTF?' I answered.
'Come over.'
I got up in a fraction of a second. No way Logan had done that. After saying he couldn't stand the idea of having cum in his mouth, he looked quite ok swallowing it in the video now.
I got in his apartment still wearing my pj's, which was more like my shorts and an old t-shirt. I haven't even washed my face yet. I should be looking miserable.
"Fuck, man. It wasn't that urgent" Logan laughed from the couch. He had his iPad on his legs and a mug in one hand. He was wearing nothing but sweatpants. His jock torso exposed. Sometimes, he'd be totally naked, which is how he slept. Clothes restricted him in bed, he liked to explain.
"You son of a bitch." I laughed. "After all that shit you couldn't get cum in your mouth."
"I know."
"It's not that disgusting, right?" I asked.
"Not too bad, I agree." We were both laughing like dumb teenagers.
"It's salty, innit? You can't blame the chicks."
"It wasn't too bad. I didn't use the sour cream. And no salt either."
"Sour cream?" I didn't understand.
"Yeah. The recipe. I sent you in the message."
"I didn't see anything about a recipe."
Logan picked up his phone and showed it to me. I saw my message there and after that, there was another text from him. 'Not real. But it looks like. Got enough for u 2'
"Isn't that real?" I was disappointed. I wished he had swallowed his cum for real. This way, we'd be on the same boat again. But no. I was still leaving the shore all by myself.
"Dude, I told you I can't have the real stuff in my mouth." Logan put his iPad on the couch and went to the kitchen - or the small area where the fridge and stovetop were located. Over the stovetop, there was a small pot. He stirred whatever was inside with a spoon and brought it to me, so I could see it too.
"Here, it looks exactly the same, doesn't it?" He showed that white mixture to me as if we were in super chef or something of the kind. He was proud of his accomplishment. "I didn't use the sour cream. So, in the end, this is a little tasteless. But we can change that later. Do you wanna try?"
"Why would I?"
"C'mon. I made this for the two of us. It's not that bad."
He went back to the kitchen and poured the mixture into a small bowl before bringing it back to me.
"Here, give it a try."
I didn't take the bowl, so Logan took my hand with his hand and made me hold it.
"C'mon. I used egg white. It's nutritious. Give it a try."
I don't know why, but I brought the bowl to my mouth and let the liquid run down onto my tongue. It wasn't bad. It tasted nothing.
Logan rushed back to the kitchen and returned with the pot. He poured the rest of the liquid into my bowl. He made quite a lot. It should have a full glass of white viscous liquid there.
"I read this is good for you to take as breakfast. You can have it when you wake up. How's the taste?"
"It doesn't taste much."
"Yeah, I didn't want it to taste anything. So, we can fix the taste. Drink the rest."
I didn't see any problem in drinking that, so I brought the bowl back to my lips and let it all into my mouth.
"There you go." Logan pinched my cheeks, which was something he used to do when I did a good job.
For a moment, I had forgotten what I was there for. I didn't even know why I was drinking that viscous liquid that felt like a watery porridge in my mouth. Logan had that power over me, I confess. His brain worked twice as fast as mine. Our coach always said that to us. We were equally strong, but I was too slow. In a way, it was like I was always daydreaming while Logan was vigilant.
I've witnessed this speed discrepancy many times. When a guy tried to take my wallet out of my pocket, and Logan scared him away. Or when I forgot my cash in the ATM, and Logan warned me. There was that time when I was walking aimlessly and before falling into a huge hole on the ground, he caught me by the arm and helped me. The list is endless. Maybe this is why I've never fought him. Logan could foresee my behaviour and stop me from getting angry even before I realized I had a reason to start an argument. Yesterday was an exception, and he knew it. He knew I'd never be pissed for too long. Yes, it's also happened before and, in the end, it was me apologizing to him for my bad attitude. To be honest, after drinking the 'porridge', I couldn't remember what I was drinking.
"Why does this shit look like cum?" I asked.
"Fuck, man. That's no shit. That's a recipe of fake cum."
"Fake cum? What for?"
"I was thinking that you should be right. We always do everything together. I couldn't make you swallow my jizz and don't do anything in return. So, I thought I could at least pretend I were drinking it. And this is quite close, right?"
Oh, that's right. This is what brought me to his house in the first place.
"It's obviously not the same thing," I complained.
"It feels the same, dude. You're creating a drama for nothing."
That's also something Logan used to say to me quite often. To him, I was always making a drama for no reason. I was too dramatic. I should be an actor. I used to turn small issues into huge unsolvable problems. I should relax and take it easy.
The thing is I couldn't see the bigger picture. Logan swallowing fake cum while I drank real one was just one part of the issue. The other was that I was now the one swallowing both the real and the fake ones. He drank a few drops of that shit while I had a full glass in my stomach. Oh, and a third problem: the day had just started. One message from my friend, and I was in his apartment with a stomach full of fake cum.
"It's still not the same."
"Of course, it is. What do you think cum is made of? Water, fat, protein... The same here. Both nutritious."
His last sentence was followed by several seconds of awkward silence. It was a rare moment between the two of us. We never ran out of topics as we could talk uninterruptedly for hours maybe days.
"Do you wanna play games? Watch TV?" Logan suggested.
"I don't know, what if..." I was about to say getting back to sleep when he interrupted me.
"Hey, what if we call the chicks? If we play our cards right we can get them sucking us again. Maybe we can get some pussy now."
"That sounds awesome. Fuck." Yeah, the words 'suck' and 'pussy' got me to a different zone. It's never too much to repeat how horny we were. Usually, we'd start talking about chicks in the early morning and continue till we were both in our beds sending pictures of sluts through the phone.
"Nice." Logan returned to the couch where his iPad was, took it back onto his lap and opened Skype. I sat on his side and saw his call logs. Apparently, he had called both Sarah and Michelle many times before. I was a little confused when I saw the names of people I didn't know, such as Adam and Ted.
"Who's Adam?" I asked. I can't deny I was a little upset. I thought I knew all of Logan's friends and family. I'm sure I've introduced to him everyone I was acquainted with.
"Oh, that's a guy from high school. He wanted to know if it's worth applying for our uni. Shit like that. I couldn't even remember who he was." I heard the Skype's dialling sounds.
I saw then Sarah's face on his tablet. She was still in bed. Her head was lying on a pink fluffy pillow. Logan said hi before placing the iPad back on his lap from where Sarah could see the both of us.
"Morning, studs. What's up?"
"Not much, so far," Logan answered. "We were thinking if you and Michelle would be down for another ride."
"What do you mean by ride? Cheap dinner and a romantic night in a deserted park?"
"Oh, c'mon. It wasn't that bad, right?" Logan had no idea how to deal with women. He could be very smart, but sometimes I think he liked to play dumb.
"Nah." She laughed. "That wasn't bad if compared to the jizz you wanted us to swallow."
We heard a female voice in the background. "What's that? The guys from yesterday?" It should be Michelle.
"Yeah." Sarah was still laughing.
Michelle showed her face as she laid on Sarah's left side.
"Man, when I saw you having those anchovies, I could imagine the disaster." Now she was laughing at me. I was the one who had anchovies.
