The Bachelor Weeend Deal

The bubble shattered violently and I turned my head to look behind me as the music, lights and hazy air came crashing back to normal speed. Benji was clamoring off of Gus's lap, eyes darting between Logan and me and the crowd. A rush of fear bolted through me and I looked too, but since we'd ducked past the curtains, I couldn't see anyone and felt a little reassured no one could see me either. Just Benji and Gus, who looked a little perplexed to have stopped making out.

"Hey! Uhhhh..." I said, glancing stupidly down at Logan, who looked both surprised and amused. "I - uh - I..."

"Oh, hell yeah, guys!" Said Gus, seeing Logan and me, but unaware that anything more significant than noticing each other had just occurred.

Benji crossed the lounge alcove in two strides, leaving Gus with a confused outstretched arm.

"Gurl, what the

fuck

am I looking at?" He asked as he slid into the cushions beside me and Logan, wearing the giddiest smile I'd ever seen. "Holy shit, does Josh know?"

"Know what?" I responded, pulling an innocent face and looking back down at Logan. "Oh my god! How did

you

get down there?!" My cornered mind was grasping at straws and had evidently chosen humor.

Logan laughed loudly, breaking the tension in my chest.

"I don't know," he chortled. "Just gravity, I guess."

"Oh. Ha. Ha." Said Benji, as Gus pulled into the seat beside him.

"Look," I said, abandoning the jig, but feeling anxious about Benji's reaction, "it literally just happened. No, I haven't said anything to Josh, so could you please n..."

"Ooooooh," interrupted Benji, holding his hand dramatically over his mouth. "Gurl, this is

high-grade tea!

BITCH!! You have to tell him!"

"What!? Why?"

"Because he'll fucking

love it!

" Benji said matter-of-factly, emphasizing the last words with a flourish of his hand.

"Seriously?"

"Fuckin' YEAH! Absolutely, he would! And honestly," he raised a theatrical eyebrow and looked significantly at Logan and Gus, "between us, I've always kinda had my suspicions about you."

Logan chuckled again, but I was aghast at the idea that Josh's friends had already suspected I might've been kind of gay - though, reexamining my current position, I thought better of protesting. Instead, I chose to silently dismount from Logan's lap, settling down next to him on the couch.

"Suspicions?" Piped up Gus, incredulous at the word given the circumstances.

"Oh right," said Benji, taking pity on him. "Danny, over here, told us all he was straight." He playfully wiggled an accusatory finger at me. "You little bisexual slut, you!"

I opened my mouth but didn't know a thing to say back, so I closed it again and shrugged with open palms instead.

"

*tchyah*

," he scoffed with a satisfied smirk. "Bitch, you really had us going with that whole cargo shorts schtick."

"What?" I defended. "It wasn't a schtick! That's how I actu..."

The sound of the table scraping across the floor cut me off and we all turned to see Josh and Cornelius laughing hysterically on the floor, evidently having both just tripped and fallen on the step to the lounge. Allan and Ty were coming up behind them, clearly shepherding the other two drunken messes.

"Hey," Allan said with lighthearted exasperation. "These two definitely need to get back home, I think Ty and I are gonna take 'em."

I jumped up. "Oh, I'll come with you guys!"

"No, no," said Ty, waving me back down. "We totally got it, you guys should stay and enjoy the night!"

"No, I should come and help Josh," I protested reaching down to the still giggling heap that was my brother to hoist him up.

Allan actually grabbed my hand and pulled me a little away this time. "No, seriously, you should stay," he gave me a significant look. "We- uh... we kinda saw you making out with Logan."

A sudden tide of panic rushed up in my chest.

"Don't sweat it!" He said quickly, seeing the look in my eye. "You've got a couple things going for you - first, Josh was surprised but really excited about it," he giggled, "but also jealous that you bagged a pornstar for your first... well... for your second, anyway," a knowing twinkle passed between us before he cleared his throat to continue, "and second, he's so drunk right now that I honestly don't even think he'll remember anything about tonight. So actually, you can still tell him yourself when you're ready."

"Wow, uh... I don't even know what to say."

"Say you'll fucking close the deal, bitch!" He said conspiratorially and waved Benji over from the couches.

"What do you mean?"

"Boy, you know what I mean," he nudged my shoulder and leaned a little closer when Benji joined us. "How far do you think you're prepared to go with Logan?"

"Ooooh, yes, this. Let's talk about this!" Chimed in Benji immediately. "You, uh, you think you're gonna let him fuck you?"

"What?!"

"Dude, give it up!" Benji snapped in my face. "We all know you're into him! You're literally in a gay club filled with a thousand fags who all just saw you make out with him right behind the DJ. You're not shocking anyone and no one cares! So we're asking

you

, how far do YOU want to go with him?"

"And are you prepared?" Allan repeated.

"I... I dunno," I stammered then looked back at Logan who was chatting with Ty as they both helped Cornelius to a seated position, Josh was already upright, though leaning heavily on his knees for support. Then, with some effort, "I guess I'm just feeling... I dunno, comfortable?... enough with him... to see where this goes...?"

The two of them exchanged glowing looks of parental pride. I rolled my eyes and they laughed.

"Ok, ok," said Allan, resetting his face with some effort, "You're just so adorable. Um... so I guess just make sure you're clean," he touched thumb and forefinger in an emphasizing hand gesture, "foreplay is very important, and so is deep breathing to help you - y'know - relax."

"Oh and lube," Benji added with enthusiasm. "Use more lube than you think you need, especially if you're a first-timer." He added a wink to the last word.

"Uhm..." I tried to absorb this info at top speed. "Right, and all of this is for...?"

"Bottoming, dumb dumb!" Chided Benji. "Logan Brooks is a top-ah." He popped his lips on the last P.

"Oh, yeah..." I said, a little stunned to hear it out loud. "B-bottoming. Right, right..."

My face must have gone pale because Allan reassured me. "Remember, you can always say no."

"Consent is sexy!" They said in unison, looking at each other immediately, "JINX!"

The laughter was a euphoric and jovial tonic to my anxious state of mind.

"And gurl, I'll be around if you need anything, too," added Benji, eyeing Gus over his shoulder and biting his lip. "I'm gonna climb that strawberry blond tree tonight, for real. So, we can all just head back to wherever they're staying together."

"Buddy system," said Allan.

I allowed myself a small grin and repeated. "Buddy system."

Allan, Ty, Cornelius and Josh all headed out then, skirting the outside of the dance floor for easier going; Craig and Amir had long since disappeared with their own hookups. Benji, Gus, Logan and I all took one last shot of rum then headed out, gathering our clothes from the coat check on our way out.

"Don't put 'em on," Logan crooned in my ear and lightly smacked my ass cheek. "It's a nice night for a full moon."

"Psssht," I pushed him away, playfully groaning at the joke and covering my ass with Amir's tight shorts. I left my shirt off though and Logan gently drew his fingers through my chest hair in approval. My heart fluttered a little under his hungry gaze.

The late night air was sharp and the cool wind was refreshing after the club.

"This way, gentlemen," Logan said, taking hold of my hand and guiding us down the road in the opposite direction from our own house.

Benji and Gus walked a little faster and were soon giggling and flirting a good thirty paces ahead. Logan and I strolled and his thumb caressed my own over our laced fingers as we went. The moon was mostly full, and illuminated the abandoned streets. It was nice.

"Hey, come over here," Logan said suddenly, nodding his head toward a willow tree that hung partially over the street and partially over a pond in one house's yard. Its drifting fronds swished musically in the wind and when he pulled me inside, the curtains of leaves created a shadowed enclosure. A space just for us.

"Listen," he said quietly as he brought me around to look into his darkened face, "I know I come on strong," he ran his palms up my arms and over my shoulders, "but I will respect if you want me to stop."

My cock had been rock hard ever since he'd taken my hand. The feeling of his rough, meaty palm in mine had been too much for my yet-to-be-released load, built up by Allan and left hanging all day long; it was begging for release. And when he'd smacked my ass, I was damn-near pre-cumming. But it was nothing compared to now - as he slowly pushed me up against the trunk of the willow tree and drew my arms above my head.

"Keep these right here," he whispered, kissing me possessively on the lips then continuing down my naked torso. His hands found the button of Amir's shorts and they were opened and ripped down my legs in a flash. I felt my cock released around the side of the jockstrap's pouch and the soft wet of Logan's tongue and throat as he devoured my length indulgently.

He grabbed me by the ass cheeks and pulled my seven-and-a-half-inch length toward him in long deliberate strokes; my hands found a branch poking out of the bark above my head and I held on for dear life. Logan enjoyed me. He savored my cock and hummed his approval of my unbridled moans as he brought me too quickly to the very edge of orgasm.

"Oh, oh, ho, ho," I panted, "I'm getting close... I'm gunna..."

With a pop he released my dick and squeezed some pressure around it. The wave welled up then fell away, uncrested. I panted as though it had.

His chuckle was gruff and grating, more growl than laughter. I looked down at him, still shaking, and a moonbeam caught the ravenous look in his eye.

"Oh, we're going to have some good fun," he whispered huskily as he snaked back up my body, connecting us at the bellies and chests, to press his lips to mine. The sensation of his weight and strength taking hold of my body was unexpectedly arousing and also - somehow - absolutely correct.

He grabbed me by the waist as he explored my mouth and I arched my back off the rough bark to meet his need to be close. A soft moan escaped my throat, becoming entangled in our lips and tongues as they wrestled for supremacy. His hand grabbed me roughly by one buttock, pulling and kneading it, before gliding around and... replacing the pouch of the jockstrap over my throbbing cock. He stopped the kiss and pulled back with a gasp for breath. I was also lightheaded and panting.

"Pull up those shorts and come with me," he commanded. "We're not far."

He seized my hand again when I'd fastened the button and pulled me quickly down to where we'd last seen Gus and Benji; he turned to open the gate of a truly enormous and modern-looking house. Just beyond was a clean wooden walkway that skirted past a sharp-angled pool, glowing with blue subsurface light. He took me to the side of the blocky house where a door let us into the kitchen. Farther down the walkway, behind the house, we could hear what was definitely the sound of people making out and water splashing gently as Logan pulled the door closed behind us.

"Hot tub's out back," he said aloud when the latch clicked. "Sounds like the other two have already settled in there."

We giggled like schoolgirls who just caught an older sibling making out with a boy on the porch.

"Come on up the stairs, my room's up there."

We moved quickly to the stairwell, up the steps and into a long hallway. The floor was stone with a luxurious, monochromatic rug that stretched the full length. Four doors lined the walls, two on each side, and Logan led me directly to the last one on the left. My heart pounded in my ears and the blood pressure in my cock stayed high.

The moment I stepped in the room, Logan pounced, using my body to close the door behind me as he leaned into me, lips planted firmly on mine. His hands quickly undid my shorts a final time and pushed them down with my neon green jockstrap as well. Without breaking the kiss, he drew me to him and turned us to push me toward an open door on the left. An en suite bathroom.

"Turn on the shower," he said in his gruff voice as he removed the last of his own clothing. His cock sprang forth, released from his underwear at last, and my jaw dropped slightly seeing it for the first time.

The first word that sprang to mind was 'hefty.' It was perhaps an inch longer than mine, but what really caught my attention was his girth. Though he looked rock hard, the weight of it drew his whole uncut dick downward with gravity, and so it stood out slightly below horizontal from his body.

Logan grinned wolfishly again as he walked me, stunned still, into the shower and turned on the water. I gasped when it came out cold but it quickly warmed to a pleasant temperature, just as Logan resumed his mission to kiss the ever-lovin' shit out of me. Admittedly - I was loving it. He pulled my hair back, exposing my neck which he licked and suckled until I shivered with lustful goosebumps. I seized the chance to meet his demanding style of foreplay by pulling on his own hair to bring his mouth to my nipple; my newfound favorite spot. He growled in approval as he took the command, his lips and tongue sending my body into overdrive.

"Ahhhhh," I moaned breathily and gasped when I felt his teeth nibbling at my nipple. I turned my face up and let the water cascade over me, running rivulets down my cheeks and neck and rivers down my chest and back. Logan's body danced within the symphony of sensations raining on my skin.

"Turn around," he said, releasing my nipple and reaching for the body wash. I did as he told me - unwilling to contradict his lead - and he ran his soapy hands all over me, taking special care for my groin and ass. It washed off in water and I was just beginning to feel a little odd about being scrubbed by another man when I felt it...

"Unhhhh," was all I could make out as a warm, slick something met my asshole. Logan's hands were once again on my hips, pulling my body toward him, and I realized that I was having my ass eaten out for the first time in my life.

"Oh, oh... mmmm," I panted as my whole body shivered and shook to the rhythm of his tongue. I gripped the wall of the shower and instinctively arched my back, giving him greater access. The hum of his satisfaction added to the buzzing of sensations that were quickly becoming my whole world.

My head turned to the side and I opened my eyes. I saw myself in the steamy bathroom mirror - bent over in the shower, muscles flexing as I held myself against the onslaught from the enormous, beautiful, and utterly animalistic man pleasuring my virgin asshole. The muscles on his back worked as he used his hands to spread me open wide and utterly ravage me. I saw in my own eyes then - there was something that felt right about this. Something that felt more right than I'd ever thought possible.

I straightened up, taking my ass away from Logan and meeting his momentary confusion with another kiss and a light hoist to get him to stand up. I took up the body wash while staring him directly in the eye.

"My turn," I said with a twitch of my eyebrow, soaping him up along with his substantial cock and balls. It was the first time I wrapped my hands around his member and the warmth of it was nothing if not enticing. I let the water wash off the suds and pushed Logan's back up against the wall of the shower, watching his face as I knelt to bring his cock closer to my face.

I'm ready,

I thought.

I closed a hand around the base of his cock as my eyes followed the flows of water down his hairy, bearish body to rest on my latest 'first time.' Far from daunted - my mouth watered in anticipation.

I brought my tongue up and licked the tip with trepidation, which vanished immediately when I heard Logan groan with pleasure. The sound resonated deep within him and I suddenly wanted nothing more than to make him do it again. I rounded my wet lips and delicately sucked his cockhead. He groaned again and my sex drive hummed into second gear. I opened my lips wider and took even more of him in. He moaned louder, his hands caressing the sides of my head. I began to bob up and down over his shaft, the tip going farther and farther into the back of my mouth. Suddenly, I gagged loudly.

"Hey," he pulled me up to standing and kissed me soothingly, "that was amazing. Was that your first time?"

"Yeah." I was panting. "Did I do alright?"

"Seriously," he said, pulling my body to his and speaking between kisses to my neck, "I would've believed you'd done this before."

The water cascaded down our bodies, hot and steamy. I felt a bit lightheaded.

"D-do you mind if we move this somewhere else?"

"Oh, yeah. For sure, darlin'!" He turned the water off at once and reached for the towels. "I was thinkin' the same thing."

We dried off quickly, flashing awkward smiles at each other, before he threw his towel down and very deliberately - though gently - pushed me out the bathroom door. With a firm and playful last shove, I fell onto soft sheets; Logan crawled swiftly between my legs and forced my knees upward as he laid his body over mine. He drank deeply from the well of my lips and I curled my legs around his back in reply, bringing him closer to me still. Wanting - needing - him to be even closer... to be... inside...

-Well, that's new

... The thought was intrusive.

Gurl, we're way past that

. I answered myself before breaking the kiss to speak.

"Logan, I..." I bit my lip for a heartbeat's hesitation, "I want y... you to fuck me."

He smiled broadly and his eyes damn-near sparkled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," I panted, nodding for emphasis.

"How bad?" He asked, a slow, gyrating rhythm beginning in his hips.

"What?" I asked, my brain distracted by the feeling of his cockhead rubbing tantalizingly over my asshole. He must have been precumming like crazy because the motion felt slick.

"How badly do you want me to fuck you?" He asked louder, the gyrations increasing. It felt like he was making fire - and I was about to ignite.

"So bad," I said back, grasping his game. "I want your c-cock in me... so bad." It felt awkward to say but hearing the words were the final spark for him; Logan kissed me passionately and thrust forward ever so slightly for the first time - the tip of his enormous dick breaking only the seal on my anal virginity - before retreating off of me. I felt suddenly naked without his body on mine, my ass yearned for the return of his cockhead.

I watched with wicked anticipation as he grabbed a bottle of lube and poured some into his hand, taking care to coat his fingers.

"Just relax, ok?" He whispered, leaning forward to bring his slickened fingers to my entrance. I shuddered a little as I felt him play with my sphincter. I took a deep breath and nodded.

His first finger broke into me slowly, deliberately. I gulped some more deep breaths as the mild stretching pain shocked me. I could feel his knuckle as it slid past my ring and he was in.

"That's it," he crooned. His voice husky and calming again. "Just feel it."

"Mmmmm," I moaned as I felt him pull it out and re-enter. Slowly, he did it again. And again. And again. The pain subsided, overwhelmed by the sexual stimulation against the nerve endings in my ass. "Uhhh...."

"Oh-ho, yeah..." He pulled out and I felt a second finger join the first.