Unloading Secrets

"Since we're taking a break," Logan said, "maybe we get a little better acquainted."

I felt a single hand encircle my cock. I gasped. It was really fucking happening. Logan worked his hand up and down the length of my dick. Soon, both of our cocks were in his grip, and he squeezed them together. Mindlessly, I felt my hand joining his. Maybe my intention was to stop him, but instead, I found myself groping at all of the firm throbbing skin.

Sanity started to drift away. I briefly thought of Cassie, and Trina, too. Their faces faded in the fog of my vision when I groped Logan's cock, letting my fingers explore his flesh. I mashed his tip with my thumb, marveling at how something so hard could give so easily in my grip.

"Always kinda had a funny feeling about you," Logan told me.

It was only when he spoke that I became conscious of just how close we were. I could feel the heat from his body, the energy in each breath he took. My other hand was reaching for him, and slid right into the low cut sleeves of his shirt. I felt heat and flesh and couldn't help but pull it closer.

Logan grinned. "I guess I was always scared to freak you out. But it doesn't seem like this is anything new to you, huh?"

I barely shook my head, tugging his dick together with mine.

"No," I lied.

Logan's eyes fell. I knew what he was staring at. I knew what he wanted. He took a final step closer, sliding his hands around my hips, and brought his face to mine.

Our lips mashed together. It felt wrong for a thousand reasons, and I didn't care. I couldn't help but compare the kiss to Cassie, but I forgot her immediately. Logan pressed into me like I'd never felt before. It felt aggressive, desperate, and made me feel somehow smaller than him. I'd never even imagined kissing a guy before.

It wasn't until Logan opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into me that I decided I loved it.

Our bodies were hugged together. Logan pulled on my bare ass cheeks, forcing me into his kiss. I tried my best to keep up with the motions of his tongue, but it just felt like he was in the lead. Our jaws worked together while our lips grew wetter with each second that passed. I held onto Logan by his waist, and by the cock in my hand. Out of some perverse reflex, I was stroking him like I would myself. I pressed my fist deep against his balls and tugged my palm all the way back until I felt his head balled into my hand. Energy coursed through the thing. This was nothing like Cassie's dildo. I couldn't stop stroking it, addicted to the sensation of his flesh responding to each and every touch of my hand. It was so warm, and I thought I could feel his heartbeat right through the middle of the swollen skin.

When our lips parted, neither of us said a word. Logan stared into my eyes. I gazed right back into his. The messages were still transmitted between us. He wanted more of me, and I knew he saw that I wanted him to keep going. One of Logan's hands slid down my back, his fingers following the crack of my ass into my most private regions. I shuddered in his arms when his fingertips burrowed between my cheeks, deep into the heat near my asshole. His finger curled and dug and prodded until he heard me gasp.

No one had ever put their hands there. Logan was pressing at my asshole like it was a button, and his grin grew bigger when he heard the tiny moans from my throat each time he prodded my hole. With his other hand, he tugged my ass cheek to the side. His chest slid across mine. We were pressed so closely I could smell the stale, spicy aroma from his armpits.

My eyes dropped to his lips, and I felt an ache in my chest. It was like a hunger pain that begged me to put him to my lips again. I eased forward and kissed him while he squeezed me and played with my asshole. Our bare cocks pressed against one another. I found it difficult, but still managed to clutch at both of them and pull, feeling the skin slide across both of our shafts.

Our mouths parted and we breathed one another in.

"I know it's probably been a while for you," Logan moaned into my mouth. "You ready for the real thing again?"

I couldn't even respond. I had to play the words back in my head to be sure that I'd heard them. This was really going to happen. Right now. All I could manage to do was bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep it from quivering. This had to be a trick. Logan and Trina were freaks in the bed. This had to be some kind of game or test that the two of them and Cassie were playing on me. I imagined moments in the future, where Cassie and Trina giggled in the empty house at Logan's story. There was no way one of my darkest fantasies was actually happening.

Logan must have accepted my expression as an answer. I felt myself being spun by my arm. Another hand pressed at my back. It seemed only natural to bend at my hips and place my hands flat on the countertop on either side of the sink. I gawked at myself in the mirror. My legs were spread wide, and I could feel my jeans and my underwear hugging my thighs tightly just beneath my exposed ass. I watched Logan in the mirror, and saw his hand reaching past me toward one of the two boxes on the vanity.

It happened so fast. I heard the bottles of shampoo and body wash clattering together as Logan dug through the box. I felt his hard cock prod at one of my ass cheeks. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that it was attached to a person. Logan lifted a container, then tossed it aside to find another. He found what he was looking for. I watched him pump the top of the lotion bottle a few times. I heard wet sounds just behind me.

"Oh, god," I heard myself say.

I watched my own face contort with pleasure in the reflection ahead of me. A single slick hand now glided between my ass cheeks. A sweet scent filled the air in the bathroom. Two firm fingers kept rubbing their way across my asshole, until one of them darted just inside. I tensed, but felt no pain. I immediately wished the finger would return when it slipped back between my cheeks to lather my backside.

I watched Logan in the mirror. I saw his shoulders and biceps bunched low as he placed one freshly lotioned hand on my bare ass. I knew what he was doing with the other. The slick knob of flesh pressed behind my balls, teasing at my prostate within. I shuddered, trying to keep my eyes from rolling or crossing in their sockets feeling the dick pressing against me. Logan worked his shaft with his hand, lifting it up so that his tip mashed against my crack, bending down while he dragged it between my cheeks.

I moaned and met eyes with him in the mirror.

The tip of his cock flipped up, and he crammed it against me again, rubbing it back down between my ass, letting me feel how slick it was, and the strength gathered behind it. When it popped down beneath me, the velvety head prodded through the skin of my dangling balls. Logan kept doing that for several minutes, dragging his dick through my ass cheeks as if to make sure I was completely lathered with lotion, and letting me feel just how aroused he was in the process. Every time I made a sound, I heard Logan chuckle. As if instinctively, I kept pushing my ass further back and higher, to meet the erection in his hand.

Several times, the slick head of that thing felt as though it might slip right through the tightened flesh of my asshole. When it didn't, I bit harder at my bottom lip and noticed the color leaving my hands on the countertop.

"God, put it in."

I saw myself say the words in the reflection. It still shocked me that I did. It was like the person in the mirror had swapped realities with me, and I was giving in to my biggest fantasy in an alternate universe.

I watched my mouth fall open. The head of Logan's cock was seated right against my asshole. His fingers tightened on my bare cheek, and his body eased closer. There was nowhere for the slick thing to go. I stared at myself while Logan's dick slid with ease inside of me. My hole opened around him, and my jaw dropped even wider. I felt intense pressure, but not a bit of pain. Two nights ago, a silicone dildo had been buried in my ass.

The dick inside of me now was nothing like that. I felt Logan's heat, and every single twitch and throb of his erection. He eased forward again and his cock climbed through me. My elbows were shaking but I kept them locked. I felt a deep curve form in my spine, and my ass cheeks pressed out and up, swallowing the thing deeper into my body.

I felt the gentle swing of a hot pair of balls when they tapped mine. Logan seated his crotch against my ass. His stiff cock gave a final nod, growing firmer in my body.

Logan pulled his dick back and began to thrust.

At first the only sounds were our breathing. Logan's dick slid in and out of me with ease. Even though I couldn't see them, I felt his balls swaying. I stared at him in the mirror in awe of what he was doing. Both of his hands now clutched me by the hips and the sides of my ass. Each time my body slid away, he'd tug me back in. I could feel my own stiff dick bouncing and swaying just under my shirt. My balls grazed the stretched waistband of my boxers.

Then, Logan's body began to clap against my own. It was the strangest and most satisfying sensation I'd ever know. I'd rock toward the mirror before he'd pull me back, my ass absorbing the impact of his crotch. I thought I could feel my ass cheeks jiggling from the force of every blow, and a certain rhythm began to form. My body was never still, but ebbing like an ocean tide.

My mouth still hung open as I watched the scene in the reflection. Logan was fucking me. I could see him doing it. Things had happened so fast that I never fully decided for myself if I was supposed to be the bottom in this scenario. It felt right. I could see Logan's hips pumping, his lower body coiling and firing with such force and fluidity.

This made the cock inside my ass feel that much more incredible. I wasn't sitting on a dead piece of cold silicone. These were not the lifeless jabs of a dildo. The stiff cock inside of me bent and dove through the walls of my body. It mashed its way through the ring of my asshole, and our flesh mutually resisted and molded to one another. It was a guided missile, steered with each and every little twist of Logan's hips.

Things never slowed down. The intensity kept building. A few thrusts slammed into me with such force that I thought my teeth rattled. Logan's hands dug in tighter through the skin of my ass, and his hips hit me harder and harder. The only way to keep my balance was to bend further and meet each advance with my own. I shoved my ass back into Logan and felt his cock jabbing deeper.

Now I was moaning loudly. I couldn't decide if having Logan that deep hurt or felt amazing. I decided it was both, and kept rocking my ass back against the guy. I tried to spread my legs wider but my pants wouldn't allow it. My hard dick wagged from the collisions of our bodies, growing ever stiffer from the sensations of a man's cock gliding across my prostate.

"God damnit, you know what you're doing, don't you?" Logan hissed.

I didn't correct him. His words encouraged me to keep slamming my ass back against him. There was less give to the cock inside me. It felt like a chiseled piece of stone, even though I could feel every detail of it gliding through my hole.

I wasn't ready when Logan's hand shoved the middle of my back. My face fell toward the sink and I had to catch myself on sliding hands before I fell. There was no time to think. My asshole gaped while a cock flew through me. Rapid claps of flesh rang out in the empty bathroom. I could no longer see the reflection. A firm hand held me bent over the sink. All I could do was feel the body behind me beating itself against my bare ass cheeks.

My cock slapped at the waistband of my underwear. There was pressure that started to form deep within me. I scrunched my eyebrows together, feeling the sensation press itself closer to my flopping tip. The sounds I made became one long groan of ecstacy, only interrupted by the impact of Logan's hammering thrusts.

A few drops of cum leaked from my bouncing tip. Then I felt my cock seize and straighten. Ribbons of fluid were slung across my clothes. I gasped and cried out, again and again. Logan did not stop. He held me down and beat his body into mine. Every surge of energy that shot through my dick blasted forth in the form of milky spurts of cum. My eyes were as wide open as my mouth.

I hadn't even touched myself. He was fucking it out of me.

There was so much commotion that seemed to stretch on that I couldn't even tell when I had actually stopped cumming. Logan still fired his hips into me. My dick had lost strength, and now flopped wildly below my body. I gasped for air, but moaned at the sensation of a swollen dick pummeling into me.

"Oh, fuck!" I heard Logan blurt out. "Oh, yeah, I'm... f-fuck!"

I felt four huge thrusts of Logan's body. I counted each one. A sharp pain hit my insides when his engorged cock was driven through me. His body slapped mine and remained for several seconds while he ground his crotch against my ass cheeks. He'd tug back an inch or two, then jam himself against me again.

I knew what was happening. I knew before I felt the warmth tickling my insides. Logan's dick felt so much wetter than before, even slicker than when he'd lathered it with lotion. I was able to lift myself. I pushed up on my trembling elbows and glanced up into the mirror. I saw Logan's face twisted into an expression I'd never forget. When his body grew still against mine, I could feel his shaft twitching inside the ring of my asshole.

We were both panting. I couldn't stop staring at the scene in the mirror. None of my fantasies lived up to the reality of what we'd just done. I could still remember how silly I'd once felt for getting off to the thoughts of this guy, knowing that he'd never even get close to doing something that deranged. I squeezed my asshole around his shaft just to bask in the reality of what was happening.

"Oh... oh my fucking god, man," Logan panted.

I didn't know what to say. I felt so disgusting with my lotioned, sweaty ass planted against the man's crotch. I could feel tiny trickles already reaching the back of my dangling sack, and more were still dripping from my limp cock.

The two of us tensed at the same exact moment. A dull thud caused us to hold our breath and listen to the silence of the house.

There was another thud. We met eyes in the mirror, realizing what had caused the sound. It was a car door shutting somewhere outside the house.

Nothing needed to be said. I felt Logan's sticky cock slide out of my asshole. I tried to ignore the wet sensation of my ass leaking as I tugged my pants back up to my waisted and hurried to fasten them. I caught one more glimpse of Logan's glistening dick before he stuffed it behind his underwear.

As the two of us adjusted our clothes, we shared a glance. Some of the color had left Logan's face, but I saw his eyes drop to my pants one last time before he hurried past me into the bedroom. I turned and stared at myself in the mirror. I could see the sweat through my shirt near my chest, and my forehead gleamed as well. It was over so quickly that I wondered if I truly had imagined the entire thing.

There was no imagining the squishy feeling in my asshole.

I followed the sounds of plastic bags and feminine voices to the bare kitchen. Logan was already standing there, casually nosing through the bags of food that were placed on the kitchen counter. The girls were likewise rummaging through the bags, setting out napkins and declaring which drinks belonged to each of us.

I watched Logan. He seemed so damned casual, like he didn't have a care in the world. Like he hadn't just had his dick stuffed into my ass. There came a span of a few seconds that I thought I might start hyperventilating just from the sudden reality of it all. Instead I stood still, trying to erase every image and sensation that assaulted me then and now. I stepped slowly into the kitchen, waiting for one of the sisters to notice anything out of place.

"Subs. Nice," Logan said. "Which one is mine?"

Trina pointed toward one of the bags as she worked to unwrap the long sandwich on the counter in front of her.

"Chicken bacon ranch is in that one," she said.

"You're awesome," Logan said. "Thanks girls, we were just about out of fuel."

Cassie was already in front of me, offering me a long, paper wrapped sandwich and a smile. She made a funny face when she slid her hand around me, and I thought I would choke on the knot that formed in my throat.

"Dang, I can tell," Cassie said, brushing my hair away from my forehead. "You boys have worked up a sweat."

I quickly took the sub from her hand and turned away from her, setting it in on the counter and focusing on unwrapping it. Then I spit out the first thing that hit my mind.

"Yeah, I also learned that the more expensive furniture is," I said, "the heavier it gets."

Cassie grinned before turning to unscrew the cap off of her water bottle. The others chattered while I revealed the sandwich on the counter. I tried not to look at any of them. I couldn't stop reminding myself where I'd been only moments ago. I chewed the sandwich and tried to clear my head.

Inevitably, I found myself watching Cassie. I only did so through glances. She laughed at something Logan said. Everything seemed normal. Each time I moved, however, I could feel him inside of me, both from the gaping sensation between my ass cheeks and the fluid I felt in my underwear.

I sipped from the cold bottle of water and leaned on the kitchen counter. I watched Trina and Logan kiss. I had to look away. A maelstrom of emotions whirled inside of me just watched the couple. Guilt swam right through my sated perversion, even though a dark voice in my head wondered if Trina could taste me when she kissed him. I knew better.

When I looked over at Cassie, I saw that she was already looking at me.

I glanced away and took another bite of my sandwich as casually as I could, but a nasty sensation crept across my skin like the legs of a thousand spiders. Maybe she was just looking at me. She could even be thinking dirty thoughts about me for all I knew. I just couldn't bring myself to return her gaze. There was something more behind her eyes, and it scared me to even think that she might guess another of my secrets.

There was no way she could know.

"I think I'm gonna go try out my new master bathroom," Trina said, turning from the counter.

As Trina started to walk away, I thought nothing of it until Logan spun and called after her.

"Uh, h-hey, babe," he said. "Might want to try the guest bathroom this time. I knocked one of the boxes of shampoo and stuff off the sink and one of the bottles busted. Haven't finished cleaning it up yet."

"Ugh, that figures," I heard Trina say. "My favorite room in the house and you've already left your mark on it."

Ice shot through every vein in my body as I came to the same realization Logan must have. I'd went everywhere, probably in the floor and on the kitchen cabinets, too. Logan dug in a box sitting on the floor and produced a small wash cloth before heading back toward the bedroom.

When the two of them left, I locked eyes with Cassie again. She watched me, chewing her food and holding the water bottle near her lips. I saw her eyes flitting up and down my body. The heat had left my cheeks moments ago and hadn't returned. I probably looked as white as a ghost. It was maddening wondering if Cassie noticed.

Before she took a sip from the water, her eyes fell and I saw her smile.

I wished I knew what it meant.

****

I stared out the windshield onto the road ahead. There was nothing but darkness around the headlights. I had opted to drive home, mostly for my own sanity. I needed the distraction, I needed to focus on anything besides what had happened. More than anything, I needed a reason to dodge Cassie's eyes.