Gay story: Zac’s story – Chapter 19
Author: Zac22
“You love it.” He teased making me smile. “Oh, I guess it does work on you.” He gave me a big smile and leaned back in his seat as I punched him in the arm.
Logan tossed his bags to the ground as we entered his apartment. I did the same and we went straight to the bed, got undressed, and collapsed. Completely exhausted from the flight and trip as a whole we just need to sleep.
That didn’t last long. At least it didn’t for Logan. In the middle of my slumber I felt Logan squeeze me as he shifted his body. I woke up and turned my head to him “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“I did sleep, now I want you.” He whispered.
“I’m tired.” I replied wiping my eyes.
Logan vanished underneath the blankets and I returned to my side to go back to sleep. Logan proceeded to remove my underwear as I groaned. He spread my cheeks and began eating me. I was not going to win this battle. There was no coming back and I was waking up. I turned to my back and lifted one leg over Logan as he never broke away from me. He tossed the blankets off and lifted my thighs up to give himself better access to me. Licking, kissing and sucking my ass ferociously, Logan was relentless. He loved rimming me and it made me crazy. It felt so good but it became torture.
“Fuck me baby. Please fuck me, Logan!” I grunted over and over begging him as he tongued my ass.
Finally he forced me to my stomach and got on top of me. He lined himself up and penetrated me tight ass for the first time in a long time. It hurt like my first time but the pain didn’t last long. Logan forced himself inside me deeper and deeper as he slammed himself inside harder and faster. Turning me on my side with one leg on his shoulder he began thrusting again. Sweat building on his body as I moaned and grunted for more.
He turned me to my back and had both of my legs in his hands in the air thrusting harder as I clenched my cock in a fist and with the other hand felt Logans sweaty stomach gently grazing his skin accomplishing nothing but moving sweat around. Dropping my legs he leaned over me sweating like a pig and dripping onto my body. His endurance was back as an hour had past and my insides were raw.
Logan continued fucking me with my legs wrapped around his waist. My hands felt all over his drenched back and his face was planted in my neck occasionally lifting up to my face to kiss. Finally Logan picked up his rhythm once more before he shot deep inside me over and over until finally falling to the bed. He lay on his back panting and holding me as I laid my head on his bicep.
We hadn’t showered in two days, we had spent too long in an airport and on a plane and had just had over an hour of sweaty sex. Needless to say there was some serious body odor right in front of my face as my head on his bicep left my mouth and nose facing his sweaty armpit. An average person would be disgusting for me to smell in this state, but it’s interesting how you don’t mind the smell of the man you love. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t encourage him to sit there and ferment like that but for the moment I was content and still aroused by his fragrance.
We lay there for a few minutes before I sat up and patted his chest “Let’s shower and get goin’. There’s plenty more to do before we can fully relax in our new home across the Atlantic.” I smiled.
“Alright sweetie but let’s not make the same mistake of stressing out and going without sex for weeks again.”
“I think that’s a very good suggestion. Maybe one we can put into practice in the shower.” I smirked as I walked out of the bedroom.
“Ok, there’s an issue we need to address together.” Logan said as he walked into my parents’ house.
We’d moved into their house temporarily as we wrap everything up in the States and go back to our home in London.
I turned and looked up from the television as Logan sat down beside me, “Ok, what’s the ‘issue’?”
“Nate got fired from his job and is being evicted from his apartment.” He said soft and disappointedly.
“What happened? Why did he get fired?” I asked surprised.
“I’m not sure, he said he wasn’t really fired but they just couldn’t afford to keep him anymore. I don’t know if he’s just sugar coating it or if that’s the case but he asked if he can live with us for awhile until he can find another job and get a place of his own again.”
“Of course he can. Don’t you think we should?” I asked confused why we needed to debate this. If Nate needed a place to live, we surely could help. Especially with such a big place that I had started to realize is way too big for just the two of us.
“Well, I want to help him. He is my brutha. But at the same time, it could take him a long time to find a job and apartment. I just wasn’t sure if you’d be ok with living with him in our new home.” Logan replied.
“Well, I have no problem with it. We have such a huge place. He can take up one of the guest rooms and we wouldn’t be at all cramped. And if it takes him awhile to get work then so be it. As long as he tries to find a job then I don’t see why not. He doesn’t seem like the unproductive/lazy type to me.”
“No, he’s not. He’s just kind of a goof to live with. He might behave with you but I’ve lived with him before. He’ll probably walk around in his underwear and make some really nasty combinations of food and stink up the kitchen. Plus he hogs the bathroom and now he may bring girls home.” Logan started to ramble as he recalled his childhood.
“Baby, stop. First of all, he’s your brother. We have to help him. Secondly, none of those problems are a big deal. He will have his own room and his own bathroom that he can hog all he wants. You walk around in your underwear so you can hardly complain. We can make sure the fan in the kitchen is on so he doesn’t stink up the whole apartment and if he brings a girlfriend home then he brings a girlfriend home. As long as he isn’t throwing parties why should it matter?” I settled him down by wiping away his fears. They didn’t seem to so much concern him but Logan worried it may bother me and put me off.
“Ok, I’ll call him and let him know he can move in when we get back next week. Are you sure?”
“Yes, call him.” I laughed and pushed him off the couch to go call his brother.
“Alright mom, we’re going now!” I yelled up stairs.
“Wait!” She hurried down to us. “Don’t you dare leave before I can say goodbye!” She made her way down giving me a bit of a glare for worrying her and then moved on to Logan and transformed to a big smile. “Goodbye Logan.” She kissed his cheek and wrapped him in a hug. “take good care of him over there and don’t wait too long before visiting.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure of it mum.” Logan replied with a soft voice.
My mom teared up and smiled at Logan’s calling her ‘mum’. She turned to me and her lips went in her mouth and bit down holding back sobs. She exhaled hard and hugged me like a vice. I hugged her back and tried to end the hug but she refused. She held on tight until finally releasing me only to grab me by the arms “Make sure you call and come home often.” She sobbed.
“We will mom.” I assured her.
“And as soon as you set a date, let us know so we can plan a trip.”
“We will.”
“And-“
“Mom” I cut her off holding her, “we will. I promise. We’ll call you all the time and visit whenever we can. We’ll update you on all of our plans and anything that goes on. I promise.”
She nodded and smiled.
“Ok?” I gave her a smile and she accepted we were leaving. “I love you, and we’ll call as soon as we get home.” I gave her another quick hug and Logan did the same and we started out the door.
“What, no goodbye for me?” Randy chimed in.
“Oh shut up Randy, you’re not going anywhere” My mom laughed as she put her hand on his shoulder.
Randy laughed, “I guess. Just felt left out. See you soon. Don’t worry, I’ll get your boy and his boy safely to the airport.”
We made our way to Randy’s car and drove off.
“Ok, now that we have a minute, was Chris mad at me for something? He seemed really put off by me last night” Logan asked, concerned.
We had gone out the night before with Brent and Chris. They had both met Logan briefly before but we went out last night as a going away and legit meeting.
Randy laughed. “Well…”
“Seriously, does he not like me?” Logan got really concerned.
Randy laughed again, “No, don’t worry. He likes you. He’s just a baby and is upset you’re taking Zac away.”
I just shook my head with a smirk knowing how Chris is.
“Chris likes you and Brent thinks you’re great. They just don’t like to see our friend leaving the country. Brent and I just know how to be happy for you guys rather than dwell on the fact you’re leaving.” Randy explained further.
“Well, for what it’s worth I really liked them and I’m sorry they feel that way but you are all welcome to come visit.” Logan, always the crowd pleaser, smoothed things over.
“I’ll let them know.” Randy smiled.
We arrived at the airport and Logan loaded our few bags onto a cart.
“Thanks for the ride” I said, not really sure what to say to my life long best friend.
Randy stood there and nodded his head also feeling uncomfortable. We stood there for only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. Randy finally broke down and grabbed me in a hug, tears rolling down his face.
Nothing really needed to be said. We had said it all. He hugged me tight and we nodded as Logan and I walked into the airport and Randy got back in his car.
Life in London was busy; Logan in his new job, me in my new job, Nate living with us. It was busy, but it was exciting. Nate did a great job of monitoring everything with our apartment and he was not a bad roommate. He actually found another job but was also going back to school. He was my age, now 23, Logan 27. We told Nate he could live with us as long as he needed.
It was a big place so we still got alone time. Nate was also in marketing like Logan. Public relations type stuff. Logan seemed to overshadow Nate at times and I think that bothered him. Nate was going back to school to work on accounting so he’d be able to work more on business type stuff versus PR and differentiate himself from Logan. At least that was the feeling I got from the situation.
We had a sort of wedding ceremony but it was very untraditional. My family came to London and Logan’s dad came along with friends. It was really just a formal dinner and we took care of the legal stuff before. I hated weddings. They were too much of a spectacle. It was nice to just have my family and friends together and just have a nice evening.
Logan had accepted his mother’s issues but they haven’t talked since. His mom was still against us and Nate had kept his silence up aswell. Susan talked to their mom but never about Logan, myself, or Nate. It was an interesting dynamic, but we made it work and no one was holding any anger for it. It was what it was.
I was working in the ticketing office or box office so I didn’t often see Logan at work but sometimes. Logan was implementing his plans for the team’s public relations and community outreach. He loved his job and I just enjoyed my coworkers. The job was nice but not as exciting as Logan’s. Life really was great.
Logan was out of town with the team for the weekend and I was getting ready for work. I checked to see if Nate wanted to meet for lunch later but he wasn’t home. I didn’t hear him come in last night either. He did that on occasion. He sometimes brought a girl home but was very good about respecting our place. Other times he didn’t come home so I wasn’t shocked this day. He probably went home with some girl.
I texted him on my way out to work: You want to get lunch later?
Sure, what time?
Usual, 12:30
K, see you then
We met up at a pub near my work. “So how was your night?”
“Great, went out for a few drinks, had a good time.”
“Cool, new girl or is there something goin on for real this time?” I prodded.
“Oh, no girl. Stayed at a buddy’s place last night. Just figured it was late and didn’t want to come home and wake you up.” Nate said as the waiter came over and took our order.
The waiter left and I continued, “You don’t have to worry about that. It’s a big place, you’ve never had a problem bringing girls home before. Why would just you coming home late matter?”
“Well we stayed up for awhile at his place so it was either go to his place or bring him back home with me to hangout with a few beers. Just thought it’d be better to go to his place since he lives alone.” Nate took a drink of his beer and shrugged it off.
We finished up lunch and I went back to work. We met back up after and went home. We got in and I started making dinner. Nate came out from his room and slowly walked into the kitchen. I looked up and saw him looking at his phone with tears running down his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked going over to him. I’d never seen hi so upset. He cried once when he was happy for my and Logan and again out of anger when their mom didn’t take the news well but this was genuine sadness.
“It’s mum.” He paused. “She’s-“ He looked up, “She’s dead.”
I looked up and away from him for a moment in shock. This came out of nowhere as these things tend to do. I composed myself enough to hug Nate and comfort him while I tried to collect my thoughts. How did she die? Does Logan know yet? How will he react? How do I comfort Nate? Neither seemed to care anymore about their mother’s reaction but she was still their mother and they both clearly are saddened by her death, but how will that silence of over a year and the falling out affect both of them? It doesn’t take a therapist to tell that the silence and resentment could cause problems. Now with her death, neither of them would ever get any closure with her nor settle any differences.
I collected my thoughts enough to comfort Nate and let him calm down. We both called Logan who had heard the news and was flying back home.
“Are we going to address this situation or are we just going to sit here and stare at the wall?” I broke a mind-numbing silence.
“What am I supposed to say?” Logan replied quietly trying not to raise his voice to start an argument.
“I’m not going.” Nate stated.
“What do you mean?” Logan asked with a slight sound of disgust.
“I’m not going to the funeral.” Nate replied metter-of-factly. “She rejected you, she rejected me, she never once opened up her mind or even gave any sense of regret for her actions. I’m not going to her funeral.”
“How can you say that?” Logan was getting angry.
“Hold on, I think I can see his point.” I put my hand on Logan’s shoulder to settle him down. “I don’t believe in any god or religion and I don’t believe I’m the only one here with that belief or at least doubts. Maybe he doesn’t need to go to the funeral to grieve.”
“He’s not grieving, he’s being bitter and ignoring what she did for us growing up.”
“Don’t you dare put that out there. I never said I didn’t love her. I just don’t want to honor her because of what she did.” Nate had a look on his face that was somewhat confused like he was struggling to explain himself. “I loved ma, and I respect everything she did for us growin up. I do. But I lost that relationship and no I don’t accept her god. Maybe I don’t accept any god, and I don’t see any benefit in going there.”
“What about to be there for family?” Logan asked.
“This is my family.” Nate replied relaxing back in his seat. “You two, Susan, and da are my family and I’m not going to ignore any of you but I don’t need to be at the funeral to do that.”
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. Nate doesn’t need to go.” I accepted Nate’s reasoning but tried to play it safe for Logan’s sake.
“Well if you’re not going I’m not either. Maybe it’s better just to let it happen without us.” Logan conceded. Perhaps he felt like he was bullied into not going.
“We can go if you want to baby. I’ll do whatever you want to do. We can go to the funeral or we can just stick together and help eachother grieve her in the apartment. I can’t imagine what both of you are feeling. I just want both f you to make the decision that will be best for each of you.” I was being way too diplomatic, but what was I supposed to do? This was the most awkward situation I’ve ever been in.
“Are you kidding me!”
“Settle down. This is their decision. We can’t make this kind of decision for them.” I tried to break the news to Susan.
“I don’t want to call you out because I do love you Zac, but I can’t help but think you had something to do with them not wanting to go.”
“Well yeah, I show up with Logan and the news comes out. I know that, but this was bound to happen with or without me.”
“No, I’m talking about your atheism.”
I laughed, “Sorry Susan but I haven’t influenced either of those two on religion. Logan never showed any care or opinion one way or the other and Nate seemed to fully reject god the second the shit hit the fan. I can’t even tell if Nate ever did have much of a stance on god. They don’t need to be there to grieve. I was there when Nate got the news and he clearly went through and is still going through a hard time. He cried on my shoulder and Logan did the same thing when he got home. They both know what they’ve lost. We can’t step in and force them to go to a ceremony they don’t want to.”
“I don’t doubt that it’s their choice or that they are grieving, but there is only one funeral and they can’t change their mind once it’s over.”
“Why is that a problem? It’s too late for them to resolve anything with her and if they at some point feel the need to get closure or whatever spiritually then they can go see her grave and do it on their own with our support.”
“Maybe you’re right. I just don’t feel good about it.” Susan gave in but she wasn’t happy about it. I think that was the only disagreement I’ve had with her that she conceded. She might be losing her fiery redhead status in my eyes.
Managing a family is an art and this family had some seriously different issues than the after school specials. I did not have a clue how to handle this. I had no feeling for their mom but I tried to be as sensitive toward the situation as possible. It’s hard to do considering my belief that what’s done is done and she’s not looking down to see her boys attend her funeral so it doesn’t truly matter except in their own personal psyche. Logan felt incredibly distant but that’s understandable just upsetting.
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