I'm kissing Logan Michaels.

I'm kissing the domineering Logan Michaels- my roommate, my mentor, and now... my potential lover.

Can any of you guys believe this mess right now?

It's only day two of my time here at Cartier Valley Academy for Boys and already I am locking lips with the caramel-skinned hunk who might be the one who could either make me crash and burn or take me higher and higher.

I kissed back, wanting to savor and dive into his world of endless want. His lips were so soft and flavored with wild-cherry Chapstick as I smelled his cologne. Ralph Lauren. "Logan," I breathed, briefly parting away. "I-"

"Shh," he said as he led me to his bed. "This is what I want you to experience with someone who can treat you right." He shrugged out of his black bodysuit and stood in his naked glory- his abs and chest powerful and defined as if I was watching the real thing on TV. Gilded legs that were toned yet built like he was a diver. A tapered waistline that was showing off a few veins. And he was devoid of any body hair save for the splattering at his thighs and his arms.

"Like what you see?" he said, smirking at my look of shock.

Holy hellfire on ice, I thought to myself. "Yes," I squeaked. "Logan, I-"

"Relax," he cut me off. "I take it that you're still untouched?"

I nodded. "Yeah, because my ex-crush promised to finally share our first time but instead outed me and left me high and dry."

He shook his head, a frown marring his masculine face that could make sculptors cry, women cooing, little girls wanting to cut his picture out of many magazines, grandmothers to pinch, and jealous guys to dare to punch. "I pity the bastard who did that to you," he said as he laid me down and continued to kiss me, marking my neck, shoulders, and arms with love bites while testing the underside of my thighs by snapping the leg holes of my bodysuit.

It was like I was his love slave and he was a powerful prince with all the time in the world.

"Logan," I shuddered as he marked me with what felt like the ninth bite mark on my inner right thigh. "Please make me yours."

"Ah, but I need to see if you can come undone for me," he growled, lightly spanking my poor ass. "I want you to release all of your inner inhibitions as I continue to tease and torment you with my kisses. Show me the real Wendell Harding- the Wendell Harding who's afraid to lose it all and yet wants to be set free from the scars and sins of the family who wanted you extinct."

I continued to cry and moan as he slowly undressed me out of my bodysuit, taking his time as if he was a kid with OCD who wanted to savor the moment of opening his birthday gifts yet taking pains to keep the wrapping paper for another year. Finally, we were both lying naked in his bed and he was climbing on top of me with his masculine frame covering mine. "Wendell," he hissed seductively, lightly biting my ears and lips. "How I want to fuck you right now. But tell me this, why are you afraid? Why are you so insecure right now?"

This was it. This was the first step of being honest with the man who was ready to make me his. I took a deep breath and dived right in, unleashing my first secret. "It was because of Corey," I began. "Corey was the name of my ex-crush who I thought was going to be the one to save me from myself when I was popping pills and destroying my self-worth. He already knew of my suffering because of my family, yet he wanted to keep up appearances for my family's sake. It didn't help that he was dating Alicia and even took part in beating me up with a bullwhip-"

"Bastard," he snarled, kissing me briefly. "Continue."

"He was also the one who outed me on the night before I had that meltdown. I thought he was going to be the one man who said that we would have our happily ever after. The times when my family wasn't around, he was a gentleman- even apologized for taking part in making me feel like a fool. But that night, that dreadful night when we were celebrating Alicia's birthday was when he pulled a Judas Iscariot- he not only outed me and accused me of trying to sleep with him but he also proposed to her."

"And she said yes?" Logan said in a deathly calm voice.

"She did. And that's when I knew that Corey was like the rest of them- a good friend at one point, but then let my family corrupt them and made me feel like I didn't deserve to live. I won't go into much detail on the reaction, but I was so furious that I finally decided that the following day was when I would finally settle the score once and for all before making my grand exodus from this world."

By then, I was crying and Logan was still on top of me. "Bastard," he growled. "But thank God that you're still here, Wendell. You telling me this shows me that you're ready to let go of it all, but you deserve someone much better than an asshole who left you high and dry."

He reached into the nearby nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and two condoms. He sheathed the both of us tight and took several excruciating minutes to prep me, using his magic fingers to stretch my virgin hole. "Such a pretty boy for me," he cooed, tugging at my weeping erection as I was muttering and being lost in a gigantic whirlwind of subspace. "I bet that Corey fucker can't love you like the way I can and will. I bet that he wishes that he stuck by your side and taken you to new heights as I can. And I bet that he'll wish that he never wronged you in the first place. Once he sees the light, it'll be too late- he'll be stuck with a booby prize of a wife with too many booby-prized children and be missing out on a world-class boy with a vintage soul as yourself."

I felt his fingers touch my- "Ah, Logan!" I sobbed as I saw stars at the back of my head. "Do that again!"

He did so, twice, making me weep with joy.

"Relax now, Wendell," he murmured in my ear as I felt his massive erection in my tight hole. "Tonight is when all of your fears end... and when Adam and Evan begin to unite as one. It's not what they want you to think or what they think is right for you. It's all about what you want to believe- what you truly crave with all of your heart and soul. Inside that hardened shell of your heart that you lock away from the world to see is someone who is hurting- someone who just wanted to be loved in the right way and treated like a human being, not a toy."

"Logan," I whimpered.

"Relax," he instructed me, silencing me with a brief kiss. "Remember, if you're a good boy then I will take good care of you. But if you're a bad boy... then I'll REALLY take good care of you. Now, enough of the small talk and foreplay. Let me make you fly into the night."

And for the next thirty minutes, he did just that and so much more.

I don't want to say anything, but let's just say that by the end... I was dreaming of nothing but pure bliss.

Hot damn it to hell and back! He put the moves on me!

And as for the first day of school, I intended to be on my best behavior regardless of what happened. Let's just hope that I could make new friends without the unnecessary drama.

But if there's anything I learned in life, there would still be more to help me overcome my battles. And if I wanted to be healed, then I would do all that I must to learn how to be authentic.

Can I cook or what?

This kind of erotic content will be the fade-to-black kind so this story won't be too explicit! There will be more of that in the chapters to come, so bear with me as I publish this story!

Dedication: buzzmama

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