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Heart of Gold Ch. 01

By: jenn313



BRENDAN

I was pissed no doubt about it.

"I still don't know why I have to waste a perfectly good Friday night helping at a soup kitchen" I bragged. 

"You know I hate it as much as you do." ensured my dad. 

I sighed annoyingly at my dad, of course he would say that, mom has him by the gonads. 

I began to feel self-conscious right when my dad drove his new Mustang to the Henry Davis Community Center parking lot. Gulp!

Maybe it wasn't good idea for me to wear my new Adidas and expensive yellow Hollister shirt to this place. In definition, most of the people going to soup kitchen were poor.

My dad was right though, the soup kitchen was a great pla place for the suckers at Brown or Princeton to see that I help out the less fortunate.

Still, I felt so out of place going here. Also, I would be caught dead if my elite group of friends found out I was here. NO! It will certainly be a cold day in hell if they did. 

I guess I should introduce myself; my name is Brendan, Brendan Houghton. I guess if you want to become a movie director like me, you do have to go to a prestigious place like Brown. Plus, I think my resume that includes captain of the rugby and lacrosse team would be good too. Oh, don't forget class president.

I was what you can call the golden boy in the small town of Weston just north of Grand Rapids. You had to be somebody just to hang out with me, no fucking doubt. I guess this place wouldn't be too happy if they found out that I was stinking rich as well. I was loved by my wealth, academic achievements, and of course striking good looks. 

My dad is the owner of two prestigious hotels in Grand Rapids and my mother is the number one child psychologist in the city as well. 

I could've been out having a swell time with my buddies at one of our notorious parties. But no, I am stuck at some gritty shit. 

I got out of the car and looked at my dad who was disgusted at the gritty looking place, don't worry dad, you're not the only one. "Call me twenty minutes in advance so I can come and pick you up." 

"Sure, bye." I said while gritting my teeth. With that, my father quickly drove out of the community center in the Grand Rapids parking lot to his big palace of a mansion in Weston. 

I sighed deeply and looked at the small place; the place could use a god paint job that's for sure.

LOGAN

I never like coming to the soup kitchens. Coming to soup kitchens are always a burden to me because then it pressures me work more to help out my mother. 

This was the fifth time this year we go to a soup kitchen ever since my mom lost her job when the company she worked moved to India last year.

My mom applied for Food Stamps, but only gets about five hundred a month for me and my little brother. During those food stamps, we were fortunate to even have our gas on during the winters, granted that meant losing the electricity for about two weeks.

I always tell my mom to let me drop out of school so I can work full time at the Chinese restaurant I work at. 

She says no son of her will drop out or they'll be sleeping in the streets. She says her sacrificing will not go to vain.

Plus, she always adds. I entering Weston High in top honors in my classes can ensure me I get scholarships and grants. 

"We are here," she said in her tired voice. I sigh deeply and wake up my thirteen year old brother in the back seat. The good thing is that no one from my school can see me here. It's not that I am ashamed or anything, I just can't risk people giving me a pity well.

I'm not much of a talker at school and tend to keep to myself. Most of the people there are stinking rich, so I would feel like a fish out of water... or money for lack of better term.

I didn't want to eat at first, but my stomach and headache started to get on my last nerves so eating here was the only option. 

I grabbed a tray from the start of the line and waited for the line to start moving. The smell of factory made lasagna waived around the large center.

Great lasagna! I thought to myself sarcastically.

Just when my stomach couldn't drop anymore, it hit the floor. I saw none other than Brendan Houghton giving out the refreshments to the people in trays. I wasn't hungry anymore.

Instead of hunger in my stomach, butterflies filled up my belly. It always seemed to fill me up whenever I saw the man of my dreams. 

Even with a red leather apron and a plastic bag in his hair along with an impatient face he's still the most beautiful person I've ever seen.

I couldn't stop staring at him, even when my face turned red when he locked eyes with me.

BRENDAN

This dude from class kept on looking at me.

What the hell is his problem?!?

Still, I couldn't believe someone from my class come to this shithole. I mean, couldn't he get I dunno get food stamps or something like that. 

The food here looked distasteful, food I wouldn't even give my Golden Retriever. My disapproving face started to fall to pity. He was probably looking at me because he thought I would rat him out.

He looks like the kids my friend Steven and the gang would prank on and stuff in school. My friends always had an elitist type of mindset. I admit that I have that mindset when I am with them as well. I am different when I am in school and after school. Right now, I was feeling a little self-conscious and kinda sorry. 

A mature, tired with golden blonde hair just like him who I assumed was his mother asked for a Faygo Lime soda. A little boy who looked to be about eleven or twelve in my opinion was next and he asked for a Coke.

Last but not least...

"Um...c..can I have a lemon-lime soda," he asked a little timid and nervous. His golden green eyes were trying to look away from me while his milky pale skin had a tinge of blush and sweat rolling from his forehead.

His clothing was kind of deplorable, his arm length blue shirt was moth eaten and needed a good wash. He was tall though, about 6 feet but very skinny. His green eyes looked tired and his eyelids were baggy. His lips were pink though looked dry and chapped. I gave him his drink.

"Here you go...um...," great! I felt like a total dick, I didn't even know the guy's name.

"Logan, Logan Hoekstra," he gave me a handshake. He was so cordial and such a gentleman. Something I'm not used to seeing with my friends. "Thanks Brendan," he said with a mellow and warm voice, he knew my name...of course he knew me name I thought immensely.

I saw him walk back to the table his mother and brother. Logan. Somehow, I didn't know why but I wanted to know more about Logan. I didn't even notice my hand was in midair until an irate elder man asked for some pop. 

I wasn't paying attention to the customers; all I kept on looking was at Logan.

LOGAN

"I don't want to get my hopes up but the worker's union I was telling you guys about called and hopefully I'll get a job by next month."

I was trying to pay attention to my mom's great news, but I really couldn't. I wasn't even hungry either; all I kept on thinking about was Brendan. 

I was feeling self-conscious above all that he would see me here. I'm scared that he'll tell all his friends and that jerk Steven that I eat at a soup kitchen. I know he isn't that evil of a person, but who knows. He may seem nice here but 

I know the way he treats me and other people. 

I was also feeling embarrassed that the person I admired was here. God, I hated myself so much right now. I hated that the one person I liked didn't just know me but also that I was dirt poor. I know that he is stinking rich and popular beyond belief. He is also the most beautiful person I have ever met.

I was trying not to look at his beautiful arctic blue eyes because I know that I would just stare at them. I hated the fact that I had to go to that damn school. Everyone looked at me like I was some walking piece of shit. 

No one ever talks to me for the simple fact that I am poor and some (like Brendan and his people) think it is their god given right to ridicule me because of it. That's why I hate myself too.

I have to be realistic, am I ever going to think Brendan will fall for a gay, weak kid who has no money and the only shopping he has ever done is at the second stores. I felt so pathetic just thinking about it. My mom always says I have my head in the clouds and am a huge dreamer when I talk about him. Guess she is right after all.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I hated living through all the stress and also having to deal with the scrutinizing behavior people in school had at me. Another reason I wanted to drop out of school. 

Brendan was easy to spot figuring his 6' 3'' frame and beautiful silky smooth black hair. I said it once and I'll say it again, he looks so beautiful even with the things they make him put on. I hope my mom didn't notice me staring so much at him or that I was sporting a boner the size of the Eiffel Tower. 

I didn't eat any of the lasagna instead drank the soda he gave me. I was feeling more depressed and my self-esteem was down the crapper. 

How am I going to able to able to walk down the halls now with him either thinking more less of me or worse having pity on me? My affections toward him were obviously growing and I couldn't do anything to stop. I didn't even notice I was staring at him until his blue eyes were on me. We just stared at each other.

BRENDAN

Logan was staring at me.

His green eyes were enchantingly beautiful. They would be if they didn't look like he needed sleep. It really hit me that I was staring at the kid. He had blonde hair that curled at the sides. Logan. He was in my last hour at school and was a member of the Choir at school. Funny, how now I know so much about the kid. Logan.

I needed to stop thinking about him before I punch the kid in the face! I was getting angry now. Curse my parents for bringing me here and curse Logan for now making me think of him. That's it I need to get laid if I'm now thinking about some poor trash like Logan. 

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse it did. The retard dropped his tray of food all over the floor. I didn't mean to call him a retard, but the way he looked just made me feel pitiful for the kid. Too make matters worse for me the kitchen lady told me to help clean up the mess. 

"Do I have to the kid goes to my school," I was resilient; no way in hell was I going, "please don't make me help the loser, what if he sees me here." She just raised her eyebrow in a "are you serious?" expression. I pulled a little tantrum and walked towards the kid trying to clean up. 

Logan. He gazed his eyes at me, he started to blush. Does this kid like me or what? He blushes every time he sees me. I was kind of flattered but still it's a dude. I mean sure his eyes are very beautiful in an ethereal kind of way but still. His breath faltered and his eyes grew wide. 

"Need a little help there Logan." I say very adamantly. He wasn't saying anything just staring at me like a wide-eyed wonder. I had to snap my fingers for him to finally say something.

"Oh....uh...Yeah...uh...Thanks...B...B...Brendan," he stuttered as he his rosy cheeks had a tinge of red. It was actually kinda, KINDA, adorable. I think the cheap plastic bag on my hair is getting to my head. 

His mother came to help us out and told Logan they were leaving and she looked at me kind of weird. It gave me this really bad vibe, no doubt. 

"Hey, Logan," he looked at me totally disheveled and it made me feel self-conscious. Here is a kid who probably has nothing to his name and here I am bitching just because I came to do a few hours of community service. I wanted to kick myself in the ass.  

"Don't worry about anything Logan; I am not going to tell Steven, or anyone else for that matter about this, as long as you make sure you don't tell anyone I was here." Was that supposed to make him feel better or mock him into a pity trip? 

LOGAN

The weekend was out of the ordinary. I worked overtime at the Chinese Restaurant and I finished all the homework and chores around the house. 

There was something that kept hitting my mind.

Yeah, it was Brendan; I couldn't stop thinking about him and the embarrassing encounter at the center. Jacking off to him was out of the ordinary too, the little statement he said before I left was recorded into my subconscious, and it made me cum every time. 

The negative aspects warped around my mind too. He said he wasn't going to tell anyone about this. Still, all that was needed was a question of why you didn't you hang with us to telling his cronies why and telling them about me and laugh it off; give a tantrum about why he hates his parents and then hell on Earth starts for me. 

My mind was all wrapped around the thought that the thirty minute walk from the bus stop to the school wasn't as cold as I thought it would be. The sweat and the tension mostly helped my wrinkled, dingy jacket tamper the sheer cold. 

The streets were filled with cars full of teens 

and teachers trying to reach the school. I didn't really care but sometimes I wished someone could give me a ride there. Not asking for much, but going there for four years now and seeing mostly the same cars with people pass by me each day can get a little disheartening. Like nobody gives a damn about you. This treatment though, is better than what my old school had to offer. 

I finally reached the school grounds, my nervousness was off the roof. I keep telling myself that I have to honor Brendan's words. 

I glanced at Brendan walking to the entrance with his buddies and his girlfriend Audrey. 'Well it was too good to be true Hoekstra, he's back to his life, no way in hell that he would care or even waste his good voice on you' I mentally told myself. I sighed and prayed the day would go by as fast as possible so I wouldn't be caught dead or worse on the pity list of everyone bringing me stale cans of food as a gesture to help out my starving family. 

I had last period AP World Religion with him. I couldn't for the life of me pay attention to Ms. Kurtz's lecture on the Holy Wars. No, the only war I was a part of right now where my untrustworthy eyes to take a peek at Brendan and Ms. Audrey sitting next to each other, her head on his shoulder while they were taking notes.

The constant affection those two gave each other had I jealous, angry, lonely, and tired all mixed in one. Tiredness conquered all when the bell rang and my one hour trek to my house started all over again. Audrey gave Brendan a kiss to die for and walked towards her friends, volleyball practice I suppose. The kiss lasted longer than I thought because I was gone by time she reached for his round ass. 

The snow and wind chill got stronger up. I cursed the climate, zipped my pathetic jacket, and went my way to the bus stop. A normal school day in the life of Logan!

BRENDAN

After I was done helping out at the community center, I spent the rest of my weekend hanging out with my friends. Going to the mall, going to the latest bad party at my house while my parents are at a committee in Kalamazoo, you know same ole same ole.

My mind was warped around one sweet, poor, exceptionally special guy...Logan. Whenever I see Audrey's green eyes, it flashes to Logan's green eyes. Even though they looked tired and worn out, he had really big beautiful eyes. Whenever I touched her hair, I would envision how it would be like to touch his hair. His silky, smooth, and golden hair, with the little curls at the ends of it says it all. 

I then thought of his mom and little brother and how it must be for them. They are obviously dirt poor and the thought just sickens me. I made a pathetic excuse to go to the bathroom only to see if I could scope out Logan. 'You idiot, like you really think Logan out of all people would come to a lavish party like yours. He's probably homeless for all you know.' Damn, why did they make me go to that damn place?

I splashed water all over my face, why am I still thinking about the guy. This guy that I haven't had a decent conversation with in all my life has me so worked up. I turned on the faucet and splashed some water on myself. 

I looked at my reflection for a good minute. My ocean blue eyes staring back at me. I glanced at my left hand, the same left hand Logan shook, like a true gentleman he shook my hand. Not like the assholes I hang out with....

In the end, like always, the party ended like sometime in the morning, got a massive hangover on Sunday and still had time to go the mall and the movies.

At school, I gave them my community service hours (still twenty more hours). I was feeling worn out and didn't feel like going to the Cabinet after school. I tried to find Logan, but to no avail. I only have one class with him and that class I also have with Audrey. I wanted to talk to Logan, have a decent conversation with him, and try to see how he actually is without him being embarrassed or tense. 

My chance to finally talk to him was achieved. After giving a very affectionate kiss to Audrey I followed Logan out to the school parking lot. I was heartbroken when I realized he wasn't going to a vehicle but walking to the street, either walking home or going to a bus. I realized he was going walking, in the bitter cold, in a jacket that had seen better days.

"Hey, coming to the Cabinet meeting," yelled out Maya Michonksi, the class vice president. With that I stared at the direction Logan took. He was long gone by now and I was back to my world.

Heart of Gold Ch. 02



BRENDAN

"Harder B, give it to me!" she whispered roughly as she dug her red polished nails to my back muscles. Her legs around my hips and her feet hooked on to each other pushing my ass more close to her pussy. Her tits bouncing up and down as I flick on each nipple.

Maya and I were supposed to head off to the Weston High Cabinet meeting but, as usual, (it didn't start for another half hour), we had some pleasurable fun together, in the back room of the library. Like a jackhammer, I drove my cock mercifully on her pussy, wanting to always gain my pleasure from her. She didn't mind, being Steven's girlfriend and all. 

"OH! Brendan, faster...come on," she whimpered as I forced long deep strokes on her ravaged pussy. My balls were high and tight and I was going to cum any minute or two. Her wet pussy lips were giving my hard cock good sliding friction. "Yes, you know how to pleasure a girl, come on I'm wet." I always get a surge of energy when she foul mouths during our love making. 

I felt a ping of electricity jolt through me as Maya bites on my nipple, making my cock jolt to maximum and tap the shit out of her. She's quite the masochist and I pull her hair and slap her tits as I pound my thick nine inch cock into her poor pussy and give her the best she'll ever have. "Maya, I'm gonna cum," after that I began to babble on, as I usually do when I'm going to climax.

Then, I felt nothing. What the hell? While Maya is displaying my powers of pleasuring women and saying Audrey is one lucky bitch for having this sex god, I for the life of me didn't feel anything. Sure, I felt when I blew my load inside her, but I didn't feel anything, no afterglow, no nothing as I usually do when I ride into town with Maya. 

After we calm ourselves down and catch our breaths, Maya starts to put her on her pink blouse and demands me to zip up her boots. "That was fun...like always," she added as she starts to button my shirt. Snickering at the bite marks she left on my left nipple. 

"Let's go cowboy, we don't want those bastards, to start rumors about our constant tardiness," she says as she pulls her thick auburn hair into a ponytail, making her look like an innocent school girl. But believe me, she is an example of not judging people by their covers. 

While we strolled to the Cabinet meeting, I keep trying to figure out the reasons why I didn't feel anything after that hot sex action with Maya. She knows how to please a man so for me not to have basked in the afterglow, was a serious problem.

When we finally got to the meeting, it was really amusing seeing Maya with a no nonsense attitude at everything that was brought up to discussion. I kept grinning and snickering whenever she talked

I stared out the window every time Maya began her twenty minute rant on the ethic codes for cheerleaders. The wind picked up again, giving me chills just thinking how Logan must be doing. Logan. All my mind was wrapped on was this simple blonde haired trash bag and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I didn't even notice that we had a break when Maya popped the biggest question of 2009. 

"Who are you thinking about...Logan Hoekstra?"

What? Now, I didn't know how she saw right through me but she gave the world's biggest shit eating grin. My face must have been pale as hell and my heart thumped three times as usual by the second. My mouth got dry as I tried to form something in my mind to tell her she is wrong. She saw through me, of course my current state wasn't helping me much.

"During sex when you climax you start saying all these words out of thin air like 'Maya, I'm gonna cum. Audrey, fuck my pole.'" She started to imitate me even to the point of mocking my facial expression when I climax. "Well, this time you started saying whispering Logan's name."

Heat rushed through me and I blushed like I had sunburn. I normally get vocal when I cum, half of the time I barely remember what I say. I usually do say either Audrey or Maya when I do them respectively, but I have never called out a dude's name, much less a loser like Logan Hoekstra. 

I just stood there quiet, I couldn't lie to her. Her facial expression was not to ridicule or mock me but she had a coy smile. "You know, you can talk to me about anything. And don't worry, whatever you tell me, I won't tell anyone. You know that."

"There's nothing to say, I just saw him walking home today in the sheer cold and it's been bugging me ever since." I hope to God she buys it.

"Really, so let's see you are feeling sorry for white trash like Hoekstra so much that you call out his name while we do the forbidden intercourse. I don't buy it, you may be a softie when you feel like it, but even that has its limits."

I tried for the life of me change the subject at hand, but she wouldn't budge. 

"You know, if you are using him as a dirty little secret, you can tell me. I won't tell anyone. You know that." She had a sympathetic smile and rubbed my shoulder as a way of telling me its okay to tell her my troubles. 

I mean, I always have told her everything, whenever I had a problem she was my right hand man to tell all my secrets and troubles. She has never told anyone and I love her for that. It almost breaks my heart that I may be hurting her, I know deep inside her loves me more than a friend.

I told her everything, from my parents forcing me to help out at the soup kitchen to the encounter we had there. "Do you think this is more than just feeling sorry for Logan or do you have genuine feelings for him?" Damn, she sure knows how to pop the question. 

"I really don't know, I have been thinking about him since Friday. He was so cordial, so nice and such a gentleman. That handshake he gave me still gives me the chills in my right hand." I stared at my right hand and feeling that radiant glow when he gave me the handshake.

"Still, you should have been there, he looked so tired and ashamed of being there. He saw me and he looked embarrassed. He probably thought I was going to laugh at him and tell Steve and everyone that he's so dirt poor he eats at a soup kitchen. He had this defeated look in his eyes." I looked at Maya and she just stood quiet and listened. 

"Behind the tired, embarrassed look in the eyes. I saw something else."

"Love, attraction, feelings for you, is that right?" I didn't say a word only nodded. "I don't mean to push your buttons and I don't want to be responsible for turning your life outside down but," she bit her lip, her eyes away from my eyes "maybe you are bisexual." 

If she only knew half of what she said. I don't like talking about and I certainly won't tell her the single most important moment in my life that I was heart-broken. Maya's 'Hello Kitty' timer rang, signaling the end of our break. 

"Maya, thanks for listening to me. I...I needed that." She nodded and gave me a warm smile and the committee resumed with the meeting, I though kept looking out the window.

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LOGAN

After thirty minutes of trekking through cold gusts and snow, I finally arrived to my house. There was something odd though; my mom's car was parked out on the driveway. She got a new job a week ago which required her to work from five in the morning to six in the afternoon. It was way too early, which meant the one thing I dreaded. 

I unlocked the house and saw my mother; her head cowered down smoking a cigarette. She swore she would abstain from smoking now that she had a new job. 

"Mom, are you hungry?" She didn't respond. "Everything will be okay mom," I assured her but her cynicism appeared and she gave me a mocking laugh. 

"You're eighteen." 

"Pardon"

"I said that you're eighteen. I received a letter a week ago that I had an appointment with Child Services today. It seems they stop giving out Food Stamps when the child turns eighteen."

My heart plummeted, this happened once before, when they cut money for all Bridge Card users when I was fifteen. The following three months for us three meant going to soup kitchens, losing our electricity for about two weeks and losing our T.V. services for four months. I wonder what would happen now.

"I told the manager at the clothing factory I would be taking this day off. She never told me it was alright and now I may face getting fired." I began to get a headache. At least I have a job, I could skip school on Friday so I could work overtime on that day, and it usually doesn't change anything. 

"Where's Arthur?" I asked her, I don't like getting my brother involved in these types of dilemmas. "He's with his friend. Thank Jesus, I don't like getting him involved either."

"Was that him?" she asked me quietly. 

"Pardon"

"The tall kid passing out sodas at the soup kitchen. You kept on looking at him like he was Jesus reincarnated. Was that Brendan Houghton?" I couldn't lie to her, I never could she always saw through me. I weakly nodded, and looked away in embarrassment. I wanted to cry but I persevered and looked at her straight at her silver eyes. "Yep mom, that's Brendan Houghton alright. Fine piece of ass isn't he?"

She just gave a small laugh and hugged me. That was it; I couldn't hold the tears any longer. I felt like a little boy crying on her shoulder. "Go ahead; tell me I have my head in the clouds." 

"For the first question, I can see why you would pick him. Looks like Raymond Houghton gave birth to such a fine specimen." I gave her a weak laugh. "Does this mean soup kitchens are in the future?" 

She nodded gravely, her eyes watery. "Well, instead of the usual 500 dollars, it's 250 dollars. But, you know that I will always thank God that he has brought me two great sons. I don't care if you are gay, as long as you are successful with what you do and find that special one in life, than that's all I care about." 

I hugged her tightly for a few minutes. I always loved it when she hugs me. She makes me feel loved, safe, and protected some things I am not fond off. 

After our emotional discussion, my mom went to pick up Arthur and decided to buy some pizza. I was too tired to tag along so I stayed at home. I all but threw myself to my bed and sighed, hoping to fall myself to sleep but there isn't much comfort on a thin bed when I heard a bang on my window. 

"Hey dude, open up." My heart was beaming, it was my only friend and trusty companion Rich. He goes to Weston as well, though he doesn't go as much, although more economically stable then me, his personal life is a mess. His dad is a raging homophobe who is always on his case and his mom is an alcoholic. He says he is so lucky he is an only child. He didn't want another child to be miserable like him. 

I opened the window to let him in. He takes of his ski hat and his unruly, shaggy blonde died black goes all over the place. He isn't that tall only about 5' 8'' and has the whole emo look on him. The thing that strikes me more about Rich is his metallic eyes. They are large and are a deep blue which are surr surround with eyes shadow, although at the moment one of them was swollen and black.

"Jesus! Rich what happened to you!?" I hugged him deeply, reassuring him that everything will be alright. I know better than to say that, but it relaxes him. "Was it your dad," I whisper to him, the last thing I want to do is to weaken his spirit. 

"Forget it, just hold me. Please, I don't ask of anything else." I do just that, who knows how long I was holding him. "Please, don't fight me. I need this."

I was going to ask him what he meant when he grabbed me by the hair and planted a rough kiss on me. Part of me told me to punch him but the other feeling lust for Brendan gave me the go ahead. Guess which one I listened too. 

I thanked his surprise kiss with an open tongue kiss from me, trying to pry his mouth open with my wet tongue. He welcomed my tongue with equal passion and we laid ourselves on my bed. I began to unbutton his shirt while he took my long sleeved off. 

We began to stroke each other's body; I had the great pleasure of tweaking his rosy nipples. Knowing that always gave him extra pleasure and a dose of horniness. We continued our tongue kissing while he stroked my hair, and I squeezing his very lovely ass. 

"You always know how to treat me right Logan," he told me in between tongue kisses. He gets really feisty when he is horny and starts pulling my hair. I on the other hand pull down his pants and really grasp that beautiful ass of his. 

He has a cute butt. His hairless, pale, and pear shaped butt always gets me off. I slide my finger through the crack of his ass and I began to probe my finger into his hot, pink, hairless little hole. "Yes, finger fuck me, do it Logan. Work my hot little hole."

We increased our tongue kissing and our touching. Our tongues dueled like two swords as our hands stroked each other's bodies. Rich unzips my pants and pulls them down to my knees. 

"Oh god, Rich," I groan as he starts to suck my dick. I have a decent 7 inch cock but we both, and someone else by the way, know that he is a big cock slut. He starts bobbing his head up and down as I see my cock appear and disappear. I was in full ecstasy and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. 

He abruptly stooped his oral work and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. "Fuck me Logan," he said as he completely took of my pants and straddled my cock. He holds his ass cheeks apart while I push my cock through his puckered asshole. 

He slowly but surely lowered himself onto me until all I could see was his balls resting on top of my pubic hair and his pearly white ass resting on top of my slightly hairy balls. He first is adamant but realizes that my mind would probably come back home any minute now. 

It is me who initiate this, by hooking my hands on his shoulders and I adamantly start to fuck him. "Fuck me Logan," he groaned as began to flex his ass whenever my rock hard cock hit his prostrate. Rich laid his hands on top of my sweaty chest and began to pinch my nipples, making my cock surge while hitting his hot and tight hole. 

All of a sudden his ass began to spasm and he started to cum vigorously all over my stomach and chest, a glob of cum hitting my cheek. He dropped his head while I drilled my cock all over his vice grip of an ass. 

"Oh fuck, Rich, I'm gonna cum. Get ready," I say with a rasped voice as I now go on a full force attack on his beautiful ass. I lunge my whole pelvic region inside his bunging asshole. I scream of the top of my lungs in satisfaction as I literally explode with glee inside his ass.

He sighed contently and wiped the sweat of his forehead. He had a coy smile and also wiped the sweat from his right eyes. I wanted to ask him who gave him punched his left eye enough to leave it him swollen but I didn't want to scare him away. He is a very fragile person.

"If you're wondering who punched me it was my boyfriend," he said as he laid his head on my damp shoulder, lazily stroking my nipple with his index finger. I KNEW IT!! 

Ever since we started junior year in high school, Rich all of a sudden stopped hanging out with me less often. At first, I assumed it had something to do with his parents' psychological abuse. It wasn't it. I was beginning to get frustrated. I confronted him after school when he was waling home, since he lives a few blocks away from school.

He told me he was jealous that I wasn't paying attention to me more and punched me in the gut. We stopped hanging out for about three months. During those months, he went less frequently to school. I was getting really worried of him, but I didn't want me to get involved. That changed one faithful night.

I was at home doing my AP Calculus homework when he called me out of the blue. He said if I had a chance to talk to him and wanting to apologize. At first I rejected him after the way he treated me. That all changed once I saw him at school. He had a deep cut on the side of left eye and his nose was broken. I approached him before school started and broke down telling him I was sorry for rejecting his offer.

He told me that what I did was right after the way he treated me. I asked him who did this to him but he didn't tell me. He did tell me that he had a boyfriend but the other guy decided it to be more of a hot fuck session than a real relationship. He was a dirty little secret but he was fine with it. He says he was always in love with the guy since he was in the seventh grade and his wish has come true. 

I don't want to invade or persuade to ending this abusive relationship. He says he can't do that. Rich tells me that the guy has a soft exterior and genuinely does love him but has a hard time showing it. Sure he loves him, if receiving black eyes, broken ribs and a broken hand counts as love. He always tried to find a way to change about talking about him.

I always assumed he must have money or someone with great physical capabilities, probably one of the elite in the school. How else can a fragile guy like Rich get treated so cruelly and still be with such a prick. That's why I vowed to never fall in love as long as I'm in that school when Rich told me he was basically a dirty little secret. Now that's a big fucking fail.

I kissed the top of his forehead and held him tightly reassuring him that everything would be okay. I felt hot tears strike my shoulder blade, I knew at the end it would never be okay. I worry about his sanity, I feel he may be falling into a suicidal path with the way his life is. He knows though that he has me and nothing bad will ever happen.

I hear my mom's car park in the curb and I immediately jump. "Shit dude, my mom's here," I whispered to him. We both rushed as fast as we could to clean ourselves up with the extra towel I keep under my bed and put our clothes on. 

I was going to rush out the door when Rich grabbed my hand in haste. "Will your mom mind if I stayed here for a while?" he said incredulously. "I don't think she will mind."

In fact, she didn't she was more than happy to have someone who could always bring a little cheer to the house. Rich always has a sick sense of humor but my mom adores it and my brother thinks nothing of it. She got the standard five dollar pizza, but we all quietly ate it all.

This day didn't turn out as bad as I thought it would be. While Rich and I stayed at my room watching some T.V., Arthur was surfing the internet through the old beat up computer my mom got at a trade center five years ago. My mom was worrying and had cell phone in hand in case her boss called. She was nervous and worried as hell but tried not to show it for Arthur's sake. 

When the phone did ring, she took the call outside in the bitter cold. She came back in ecstatic and I knew everything would be okay. It looks like good luck is finally coming our way

With that good news, I looked happily over the sunset falling over the horizon. Its yellow-orange rays cascading through the little town, giving it almost like a beautiful glow.

I wonder what Brendan is doing right about now?



Heart of Gold Ch. 03



Here it is fellow readers, the third chapter! This chapter is longer than the other two, so no one will be disappointed. I am currently writing the fourth chapter, it may take longer since classes started but I will post as soon as possible.

I want to thank Allegramarks for her editing skills! Thank You!!!

BRENDAN

I arrived at school more early than ever, even though I was tired as hell.

I couldn't function that well. I mean, I almost crashed my mom's remodeled 1970 Plymouth Belvedere. I've been thinking about what Maya told me yesterday. Are my new feelings towards Logan really heartfelt or is it because I feel sorry for him? I honestly don't know.

The question I was asking myself didn't help me the minute I saw him walking towards the school with his skimpy jacket on. It almost broke my heart to see how miserable he looked. His face instantly lit up, making my heart glow... a little, when he caught sight of me.

So I thought he was but he was actually smiling at that emo freak Richard Hales. They hugged which sent me into a little fit of envy. They're just friends, I told myself.

"Don't worry, they're just friends. It looks like they might be together, but they're just really close. They only got each other in this school." Maya said out of the blue, startling me, making me blush. She noticed too as she began to snicker. "You're really hot when you blush. You know that right?"

I told her to shut up and went inside the school to my locker. But, being the pessimistic girl she is, she followed suit and kept on her business. "You know about the little talk we had yesterday..." she tried to say the rest but I rudely cut her off.

"Look, I don't have a thing for trash like Hoekstra, okay!" I grabbed her by the arm and took her to a secluded area in the halfway. "I have a beautiful girlfriend who I am committed too; I am the president of the senior class, captain of the rugby and co-captain of the lacrosse teams. I am the most popular student of this school and voted Homecoming King, okay." I looked around hoping I didn't make a scene and carried on. I was not going to let her win.

"Even if I did have anything but pity for that loser, I wouldn't do anything about it. You really think I would ruin my reputation by being with dumpster shit like Logan. That's going to be hot talk." I ended my tirade, I wanted to storm out and tell her she won't be getting any hot sex for the whole week. She had a blank look on her face.

"What's with that look you have on your snotty face?"

"Well it's just that...you kept on looking at Logan. While you talked about your stuck-up self your eyes weren't looking at me, they were looking at him and that suicide emo he is fond of."

"Bullshit! Shut the fuck up." I wish she was bullshitting but it was true. All I kept looking at was Logan with that loser. She saw it in my face. She had won, like always. Maybe her pessimism is the way she got me to her bed.

Logan and Rich walked past me, Rich whispering something in Logan's ear with a return laugh from him. I'm not going to lie, I was envious.

I wanted to know this version of Logan. Not the one I met at the soup kitchen. He looked tired, embarrassed, and sad that time. He could barely speak when I asked him a question. Here he looks alive, happy, and he had a really beautiful, pearly white, toothy smile, that was complete opposite with the dry, pink lips. Lips I wanted moist from my kisses...

"Hey dick head, whataya doing, hitting on my girlfriend." Ha! If the asshole only knew!

With that, my sweet blissful daydream of Logan was destroyed by none other than Steven Boehner. He could destroy anyone's thoughts with his powerful presence and his very low and demanding voice. He was the same height as me, but he was larger than me. Unlike my leaner body, enhanced by the long hours playing rugby and lacrosse, his body was more muscular and larger by playing the string quarterback. He was the total embodiment of the golden football playing jock. His attitude was nonetheless disgusting. His total mindset was to make anyone he viewed lower than his people a living hell, like my poor Logan.

He flashed that wicked smile of his. "Don't worry dickhead. You're girl is okay, same I could say about you." He gave a low growl in dissatisfaction, which really brought a smile to my face. He quickly recovered, knowing it would hurt the competitive streak between us. It has been going on since we were thirteen. Pride is the benefactor in all of this and we both know damn well we are nowhere near friends, we may hang out together, but it's more of a bittersweet friendship.

"Well, hate to break it to ya, but guess who just hit the jackpot!"

Dread and anger crept all over my body. That wicked smile only meant to shove something in my face that would give him a huge win and cripple my pride. He's the reason I strive to be better than everyone else. Believe me when I say, I am far better than him or anyone else for that matter.

"Well, thanks to my astounding talents of becoming the best damn quarterback this school ever had."

"Undefeated for the whole season, very impressive, sweetie," adds Maya, a touch of pride showing in her face.

"Well, guess who just got a full ride to Princeton," his wicked smile appeared again, God how I wanted to beat the living crap out of him right then and there. Break those fucking shit grinning teeth.

"Oh my God, baby I'm so proud of you," Maya left my side to run into Steve's arms, kissing him everywhere. He was just eating all of it up. He saw the expression through me because he told me "Don't worry dude, we all knew this had to end somehow." Steve then pushed Maya abruptly and stood an inch near me, close to my ear.

"It's the end Brendan. You think your fruity ass presidency or your rugby would beat me. We all know who the best in this school is. And, if I were you, I'd stay away from Maya too."

With that he walked towards the west side of the school, grabbing Maya forcefully by the arm. I stood flabbergasted. My pride and self-esteem was deflating. As soon as I saw Logan opening his locker, I started to regain my strength. Logan! Logan took a few backward steps away from his locker, laughing so adorably with Rich while moving. I have no idea why, but he did. Logan didn't realize he was blocking the path to an irate Steven. He didn't see the hand when it fully pulled his golden blonde hair.

"OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY YOU DIRTY PIECE OF TRAILER TRASH!!!!"

The son of a bitch released him but not without a hard pull to the floor, and Logan falling over. It followed with a big laughing orgy and assholes pointing their fingers at him.

While most were their laughing at his demise, I just stood there, in shock, I was heartbroken. My eyes dilated and my breath faltered. My heart ripped in two the minute I saw his misty eyes and his crimson cheeks. Rich helped him up and started to cuss and shout at everyone laughing at Logan.

The odd thing about it all is that it looked like he didn't give a damn. He just kept his head low onto his locker, and waited, waited until the laughter and sneering was all over.

Oh my God, poor Logan! I wanted to go over there, punch the shit out of every dick laughing at him, and give him a hug. Screw the hug, I wanted to go and kiss him, tell him everything will be okay.

By the time the crowd was done enjoying the fruits of somebody else's misery, Logan and Rich both went inside the bathroom. There was only about ten minutes before the bell rang, I should head to class. Ha! Guess where I went. Yep, I went to the bathroom as well.

I hid behind the wall entering the bathroom and listened closely to what I wanted to hear.

LOGAN

Can someone kill me please?

That's all I thought of as Rich kept wiping my face with a wet towel. He was also stroking the hairs that son of a bitch pulled. I could've braced for it, something like this always happen at least once every two months or so. I was caught off guard, that's what hurt the most. That and Brendan seeing me get treated like some dog.

"He saw it you know." He didn't say anything, he knew.

He said and nodded.

"I know... I'm sorry. About the plastic knife I put on your locker. It wasn't a great idea." He said with tears on his eyes. "It's okay. Guess the laws of the land say I should stay the hell away from the halls when the King appears." We both laughed at the weak joke. Hey, no one ever said I was a comedian. I'm in the school choir okay, not the comedy club. The mood quickly changed after that. I sighed as he again stroked the back of my head.

"I just can't believe my fucking luck. From finding out I'm a soup kitchen rat to Boehner's personal punching bitch. What's next for Brendan to find out about me? Oh God, I fucking hate my life."

That's it, I couldn't hold it anymore. The tears sprang out of my eyes, my hands punching the nearest bathroom stall multiple times. My hands started to hurt but I couldn't stop, I wanted this pain to stop, this pain of feeling like dirt, letting people step all over me. To know you will never get what you want. Knowing that the one you love just looks at you like what you truly are, a pathetic piece of trailer trash.

"I love him Rich. I love him so much. I love him like no other and it breaks me inside knowing I can never tell him my feelings. I hate how it feels, I hate it so much. You don't know how it feels to be me. I have nothing to my name, I'm gay, and to have this hole in my heart where you know damn well no one can fix it."

Any feeling a self-loathing and resentment over my own self was quickly gone when Rich, my one true friend broke away my weaknesses and embraced me. It was so alluring and helpful. II let out a soft sob. He just held me tighter, I loved it. I inhaled his scent, he has the sort of scent that has always calmed me, make me feel whole.

I embrace him for who knows how long really. It was just a serene and beautiful moment. We were locked, time stood still for us. I couldn't help it but I kissed him on the mouth. "I'm sorry. I just had to do that." I told him followed with a little sniffle. "It's okay," he has this blank smile on his face "I admit it's kind of cool when it's not me initiating a kiss on the mouth."

We both jumped a little when the bell finally rang. I give him a brief hug and looked squarely at his big blue eyes, blue eyes that looked at me so tenderly, with loving passion. "Thank you so much for being with me Rich. I love you so much," I say lovingly, reaching for his hand and slightly kissing it.

"Alright bitch, let's get your emotional ass to class, I'm gonna have to take you now that you're target number one for all those rich assholes in school."

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A big hand landed on my hand while sitting down in the lunchroom. "What's up trailer trash?" A group of students following the kid with the big hand laughed loudly. I roll my eyes, knowing by many years of experience it will all die down.

Sure enough they leave and I'm stuck thinking of ways to the big case in hand, my family's economic state. I'm eighteen; there is no use for me in that house. My mom can't handle taking care of two kids. I only have to thank God that I graduate in four months. I already have everything planned out now that I'm almost out of school.

"I know what you're thinking about trick. It isn't healthy for people to think so much," said Rich through bites of his hot dog.

"Says the kid who dies his hair black and uses eyeliner religiously. That shit could damage your hair." He rolls his eyes and changes the subject.

"I know that you think you're a burden to your mom now that they cut food funds for your family. It doesn't have to be that way."

I know where this is going, it makes my stomach drop all the time.

"You know Logan, you are eighteen. You are a beautiful, strong individual. The strongest person I have ever met, you are the most amazing person I have ever met." My stomach began to hurt, I started to get angry. Who is he thinking I am, some whore?

"You know......there are a lot of John's out there who will love 18 year olds like you.....for the right price." What the hell is going on today!? First I get harassed by some elitist asshole and now my best friend is trying to persuade me to become some whore. I may be poor but I will never stoop that low as to be some trick.

I was enraged, my face was crimson red, and I was gritting my teeth. I looked at him with angry eyes. "Who do you think I am?" I growled deeply.

"Look Logan, I know what you're thinking," oh really it really doesn't look like it "but please hear me out." I started to scratch the plastic chair. God, I started to get a headache.

"These men will pay a generous amount. You may think that they are old, fat men but they aren't. Some are really respectful very handsome men, men who like young guys like you."

I gave him a nasty glance, he looked hurt and tried to finish but was faltering. "I'm only trying to help you. These guys will pay for all of it, they will pay for the hotel, and they will pay for room service. The only thing they want is one night with you and that is it."

I didn't say anything just looked at him through my angry, hurt eyes. His facial expression was hurt and on the verge of tears. "Can you at least let me tell you how much they will give you? The money can really help you and you're family. God knows it's helped me."

I stared off into space, I couldn't believe it. My one and only best friend would sell me like that. I didn't know how long I was quiet. All I heard were the faint talk of students talking to each other. I looked around, turning my eyes from a sad Rich to the man of my dreams.

I saw Brendan sitting down in the lucrative elite table along with Ms. Audrey, Steve and the rest of the rich golden kids. It almost breaks my heart the way Brendan is affectionately playing with Audrey's blonde hair. Her head lies on his shoulder while he would occasionally land his beautiful full lips on her head.

They really are beautiful together. Who would blame them? They both won Homecoming court and are on full route on winning Prom. They are like royalty in this school and no one, not even a mere peasant like me, will break them. It almost breaks my heart how happy they are. I come to realize that I will never be able to have what I want in life. What he sees in me and what I see in him are two totally different perspectives that I will have to live with.

Damn it! I need to stop looking at him before my sanity falls along with what I say next!

"So, how much are we talking about?"

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BRENDAN

I pull up to my house, not caring about anything in the world other than what I heard Logan say in the bathroom. He loves me? Logan Hoekstra loves me, WHAT? I think I'm regretting now following Logan and emo freak to the bathroom. I heard him cry his heart out for his affections towards me. The least I wanted was to make him cry. I wanted to make him happy, not feel remorse.

I dragged my resentful ass inside the lavish mansion that my dad bought when I was barely five. It really is a catch, but I don't want to talk about it. All I want to do is go to my room and find ways of getting Logan out of my mind. I dragged myself through the large corridor to the stairs when the head maid (yes, we have more than two maids, don't ask!) appeared out of nowhere.

Err! I really, really hate that lady.

"Hello Mr. Houghton, would you like some lunch?" she had an arrogance in her expression.

"NO! Now stay the fuck away from me before I get your ass fired and get you and your damn family deported!" Guess, who she's staying away from, she knows I don't like her.

After I told the head maid to beat it, I headed to my room for a little thinking. My room, it's the only place in this God forsaken world where I have some peace. I don't have to worry about no rugby or lacrosse match here. There's no worrying about any amateur movie director contests (which I always win) here or going to some special 'Vote for GOP Candidate Tend Laurie for Senator' luncheon or worrying about Audrey, or Maya, or even Steven for that matter. So why is it that I feel so different now when I go anywhere around my room?

'Two words idiot: Logan Hoekstra.'

I look out my balcony and stare at the calm waters of Lake Michigan. In the summertime I would always use my dad's yacht to use as a way to entertain myself. Not so fun doing anything in the winter unless you like fishing.

The only thing left to do is just watch television on the new Samsung flat screen but even that has its perks. My eyelids were getting heavier and heavier by the second. I flipped myself over, as I always do, the way I always rest myself. As I found myself falling asleep I glanced at the three pictures perched on my clock desk. One of my parents, the other having Audrey's graduation photo. The last is a big portrait with the inside holding a small photo of a fifteen year old kid with board shorts, an arm length shirt and a skateboard in hand. Even though I'm weary I knock the portrait on the floor, as I always do. It somehow always ends up back to my desk.

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I begin to feel the hands of someone shaking me to wake up. I retaliate with a grunt. "I'm sorry for waking you Mr. Houghton. But, your parents want to talk to you." It was the head maid's son, Diego. He looked frightened, almost wishing he didn't wake me. I knew right away his mother had told him about the little incident. "Err...thanks Diego." He didn't respond, he just blushed and flashed of the room.

I went to the downstairs dining room table to see a full Mexican cuisine there. My parents were quietly eating; I just quietly scooted a chair and sat, yawning.

"Brendan, where are the manners. Honestly it feels like you were raised by street mongers," said my mother in a professional but dowdy manner. My dad didn't give a rats ass, whatever my mom said, he did. She never made him do bad stuff, just the minor things like taking your child places he has no business going, like soup kitchens, that's all.

"Sorry I just had a crappy day at school. That's all," I didn't feel like talking anymore, so I grubbed down on some enchiladas. "I heard Boehner's son was accepted to Princeton, is that true?" And it begins...

"I guess. But who really cares, with his alcoholic streak, there's enough time for him to shoot himself on his own foot and its goodbye scholarship." I hope that'll shut her up.

"Brendan, you of all people should be happy for him."

"Mom, you know how I feel about him." I never get how she can become the best child psychologist in Grand Rapids but be a total idiot with her only child.

"Well at least he knows how to finish his duties in a punctual fashion. You have twenty more hours of service to do. Care to tell me how it will be done." Will I shutting your trap for you be worth three hours worth of service hours? What about me desperately falling for a poor blonde with little curls at the end, is that worth the other eighteen?

"I don't know right now, I will find how to finish the rest." After my statement, the table was, to my amazement, very quiet. After dinner I remained in my room, doing my homework and of course thinking about Logan.

Shit, I was falling for him. I didn't know what to do. Fuck the homework I told myself and went back to bed. The portrait of the 15 year old was still on the floor. The last vision in my eyes was the big green eyes that did not belong to Audrey but to Logan.

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I arrived at school the same as the day before, tired and early as fuck. This time whoever I waited on my car until I saw Logan. God, he looked so adorable. He looked miserable, no doubt, but to me he is still a very beautiful young man. His rosy pink cheeks make him look so adorable it's so painful to watch. It's also painful to remember the things he said in the bathroom.




Heart of Gold Ch. 03



To hell with it, I need to be near him, to talk to him, to see that beautiful smile of his. But how? I knew sitting inside my car wouldn't be the best in contemplating my choice. I got out of the car and resumed the rest of my day the same it always has. I know, really fun!

My last hour class was by far the most nerve-wrecking of them all. Audrey would be gone for the last ever practice for volleyball and plans to be gone all day long. Perfect! I was making all these plans and tactics to get Logan inside my car. The weather was on my side too, a violent snow storm began. Hopefully, that will be enough to persuade Logan that it's best for him to take a ride with me to his home, wherever that may be.

The bell finally rang. Alright Brendan Houghton, this is your time to seize the day. You can't back down, not now, this has to work. I gave Audrey her goodbye kiss and dashed off to my car. I am focused; I am not going to ruin this. I have to be near him. I want to give him the affection and need him so deserves.

Like clockwork, I see Logan come out of the school with emo freak. Once both reach the sidewalk, emo freak goes one way and my target goes the other way. Perfect! With all the traffic, I can't get to poor Logan as fast as I want.

Finally the traffic had died and I am able to catch up to Logan. This is it, the time of reckoning. He stops walking and turns his head. He locks eyes with me. Those eyes, beautiful green eyes, green eyes that were looking at me with dread and fear. Those eyes shouldn't be looking at me with fear they should be looking at me with joy.

I park my car next to him; he though, is still like a statue. I lower the passenger window only halfway. I give him a good look over and finally say with a strong but resistant voice. "Hey Logan, would you like a ride home?"

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LOGAN

What are he and Steven up to?

That's the only thing going through my mind as I saw through dread and bittersweet delight. What the hell are they up to? Can't they see, wait, can't HE see that I'm going through enough shit already.

When he told me if I wanted a ride home, all I wanted to do was fall to my knees and cry. But I go with the opposite and ask him a redundant question. "Are you sure?" I'm surprised that I am able to say the whole question, instead of stuttering like I did at the soup kitchen.

"Yes, come on Logan, get in here and get warm." I didn't move, all I did was look straight at him, trying to find any slight look in him that would contradict his statement. I didn't find one at all. "Thanks...B...Brendan," are you serious, did I just stutter.

I cautiously open the door and place my bookbag very carefully and adamantly in the back seat. When I do sit down, I look at him once again to see if I find another contradiction again, I find none. "Can you type in your address in the GPS service please?"

I do so very slowly and cautiously, I don't want to damage anything that isn't mine. "Okay, just sit back and enjoy the ride." He turns on his iPod which is plugged into the stereo system. "I hope you don't mind if I play some music on our twenty minute ride to your house." I shake my head slightly, I don't mind, I would never mind anything he does.

I swear for the life of me why I was falling asleep. I didn't know if it was "I Will Not Bow" playing on the stereo or that I haven't had a ride to my house that didn't resort to walking or a bus since who knows when, but I was.

I was trying to look around, trying to find a camera or voice record, but to no avail. The only resolution I did find was slumber. I yawned and looked at Brendan with dreary eyes. Was he looking at me with affection? Who knows, sleep overtook my will to find out...

BRENDAN

That's it! I am falling in love with Logan Hoekstra. I think I fell in love the minute he yawned and looked at me with admiration. Then he fell asleep, his head draped on the car window. He looked so adorable that I didn't even wake him up. I turned down the music completely off, the only music in my ears were the soothing sounds of Logan's soft snoring.

His mouth was open, some saliva escaping his mouth and rolling down the side of his mouth, his pink tongue on top of his bottom teeth. I had to keep myself restrained; I didn't want to ambush this poor creature.

When I finally arrived at 2204 Wetmore St., I kinda wish I didn't. His house and all the other houses in the neighborhood for that matter, looks like the type of house that was built after World War II. The type of houses built for a starting family. It was one story and small. Unlike some houses that were actually neatly decorated and clean, his was unusual. It wasn't rundown but looked plain, there was nothing that brought it life, and it was just boring. Plus, my room is bigger than this house.

I tapped him on the shoulder that followed with a small grunt and his marvelous eyes waking. In two seconds his eyes went from joyful sleepiness to a wide eyed wonder. He shuddered and looked at me with a tinge of red embarrassed cheeks and misty eyes. "Thanks Brendan. I owe you." He went for the door but I grabbed him by the arm.

"Brendan, please let me go?" he said in a faltered voice. He looked like on the verge of tears. "Don't be scared of me Logan. I will not hurt you." My heart was breaking for this beautiful boy beside me. He wants to believe that, but with his school life, I wouldn't blame him. He probably thinks I will tell everyone where he lives. He thinks his one sanctuary from that hellhole called school will be destroyed thanks to me.

"I wish I could trust you Brendan, I really wish I did." He opened the door and tried to leave but he forgot that my arm was hooked on him. "Let me go Brendan, I swear to God I will stop staring at you, I will forget I ever wanted you. Please let me be." Hot tears fell down his beautiful eyes.

This is it it's now or never. I closed the distance between us, his body heat radiated to me and vice versa. I wiped his tears away and looked at him straight in the eye. "Logan, don't regret what I do next."

My lips touched his. A whimper came from his mouth. I held his head with my hands and kissed him some more. He finally gave him and began kissing me as well. I was in heaven. No scratch that, WE were in heaven.



Heart of Gold Ch. 04



Hello fellow readers! Here it is, the fourth chapter to the Heart of Gold series. But please, I want to thank Fukmi_Allnite for her brilliant work on helping me smooth out the story and other possible submissions!! Thank You!! Without further ado, here's Brendan and Logan for all!

LOGAN

You know when there are moments in life when you ponder about your own existence? Whether it's over an important event in your life or the current situation in which you are living. Like the birth of your first child or when you are about to get married. You always stop and try to figure out exactly what were the key moments leading up to that point in time. Then you rejoice over what has happened and think about how lucky you are that nothing went awry.

"Logan, don't regret what I do next." His lips touched my lips.

What?!

I'm in shock, but I didn't let him see it. I whimpered, my brain still not fully comprehending who was kissing me.

His eyes were closed as he held my head in place, trying to force open my mouth with his tongue. My heart was telling me to open up and to let him inside, but my brain told me to think about the consequences. I went with my heart and reciprocated his actions. We passionately kissed as our tongues danced together.

I moaned as he broke the kiss. Brendan lifted himself out of his seat and straddled me. He anchored his weight on his knees as he spread them out on either side of the seat for balance.

"Fuck Logan," he moaned from the beautiful mouth which I now had the privilege of kissing.

We resumed our passionate kissing, both of us making sure that not one inch of our mouths were left untouched by our searching tongues.

I couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly, I had an urgent need to hold him. I stopped kissing, pulled my tongue from his mouth and held onto him tightly, my head resting on his chest.

I heard his rapidly beating heart as I held him. I was more than ecstatic when he placed his arms around me, returning the hug.

"Thank you for all of this," I said in a weak voice.

I wasn't sure if he heard me but I'm glad I got the chance. For all I knew this could be a onetime thing for him and it will soon be all over. At this moment in time, I wanted to at least savor his taste, feel his touch, and held be safely and lovingly in his embrace and against his warm body. Brendan sent chills throughout my body as he slid his hands up and down my back. I was in heaven. I sighed deeply. I didn't want this to end, but like with all good things I knew it would.

For some reason I couldn't fully enjoy the moment. Several questions raced through my mind. Was there a motive for him doing this? Why out of all people would he kiss me? Was this a trick, to make me feel loved and wanted and only to cast me off like some leper. Why was I feeling so anxious over a make-out session he began?

"I hope you're not feeling self conscious or beginning to doubt my reasons for doing this Logan." He said as if reading my silent thoughts. It wasn't really a question so I didn't answer.

The silence didn't last. "Why did you then? I need to know, just in case this turns out to be experiment or I do something that I'll later regret."

It was his turn to be silent, and this worried me. "Brendan...can you please answer me?"

He looked at me, his eyes full of affection. This was the same look that had during the ride here. "I don't know Logan. I honestly don't know. Please forgive me."

I gave him a small smile and nodded. I put my head back on his wonderful, firm chest. The thumping of his heart was like a lullaby to my ears. Another satisfying sigh escaped my lips. I didn't want this to end, I wanted more.

We sat in silence, embracing each other, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Brendan from time to time would check his watch, but he never said or did anything to break the reverie.

A few more moments passed before he spoke. "Umm...Logan...I have to go."

"Of course," I knew it had to happen eventually. I hoped he didn't see my disappointment as he pulled back. I couldn't shake the feeling of despair that encompassed me. I asked anxiously. "Is this the end?"

All of the other questions that I thought about earlier came bubbling out before I gave him a chance to answer. "Is this a game? Is this a trick? Tell me whether or not this was for personal gain. I can accept it." I looked into his arctic blue eyes, eyes that I have cherished ever since I could remember, searching for answers.

"No it's not like that. I have to leave, but it's not because of you."

His answer did little to calm me. "Then what is it then?"

He looked at me and smiled. He leaned forward and kissed my left cheek. His action was so intimate and unexpected that I felt heat rush to the area and soon I was blushing like a ripe red tomato. Brendan chuckled, "You should see yourself right about now. You look so cute blushing from my kiss."

His words added fuel to the fire and I soon flushed as if I had full blown sunburn. "Stop," I whispered in embarrassment and closed my eyes.

"I love your lips; they are so luscious and tasty. Your beautiful ethereal green eyes are marvelous. Your silky smooth golden blonde hair is equivalent to the sun." He said as he kissed each part of my body he named. "I thought I had to go, but, Baby, I don't know how but I can't stop thinking about you."

My eyes flew open and I felt my pupils dilate. Did he just call me baby? What the HELL?

He chuckled from my action.

Does he know just how much his presence alone affects me? "Please stop laughing, it's embarrassing, it feels like you're making fun of me." I told him squarely, keeping all emotion and expression from my face.

He saw how serious I was and stopped.

"Now that I have regained your attention, since when did you even start to think of me? The last I heard, I was nothing more than a mere trailer trash to everyone in school. What could a person like me give you?"

He shifted slightly and I realized that he was still in the same position he was in earlier. His legs were now spread out to the edges of the seat. He noticed where I was looking. He gave me a wicked grin and then sat his gloriously round ass on my legs. "Now there's no way for you to escape."

My eyes widened as large as saucers and my cock began to involuntarily tighten in my pants right then and there. My cheeks flamed red as fuck!

I swallowed nervously as I tried to contain myself. "Brendan, this is kind of uncomfortable."

"I didn't think you would mind. Besides, I can tell this is getting you off, judging by the blush on your face and the tent you're pitching down there."

"I do... mind that is. I can't feel my legs." It wasn't technically a lie. My legs were numb for another specific, glorious reason that I wasn't going to tell him right about now.

"Then this really wouldn't be fair. Right now, I want to be very close to you." he lowered his head and kissed the top of my nose making my breathing ragged. When he traced my lips with his tongue, I stopped breathing.

I don't know who or how it restarted but we began French kissing again.

He began a full attack on my mouth and his fingers flicked my earlobes. I was in complete ecstasy when Brendan sucked my tongue. From him flicking my earlobes to his powerhouse tongue kissing, I couldn't help myself anymore.

"Brendan!" I groaned loudly.

He stopped his oral assault and locked eyes with me. I hoped for the life of me that he wouldn't look down at the mess I had just made. Of course, what I wanted and what I got were two different things. His eyes lowered until they focused on two growing wet spots on my pants. His eyes widened and he smiled like he had just won the freaking lottery.

"Was this all me babe? Did I get you off without even touching you there?" He flashed another one of his beautifully wicked smiles that always blew me into oblivion and turned me into a Neanderthal.

There was an awkward silence in the car as Brendan continued looking at the stains in my pants. I felt so embarrassed. Shame and guilt ran throughout my body of doing such an atrocious thing with Brendan. I had to escape. "Umm...I have to go now Brendan."

"Wait. When can I see you again?" He asked reusing to let me leave.

"That's kinda asking too much Brendan," I opened the car door and awkwardly dislodged myself from underneath him which was no easy task considering that he's about 20 pounds heavier than me. I swiftly grabbed my backpack from the backseat and before I could flee a familiar hand stopped me. I shuddered from the contact.

"I'm serious... I want to see you again. It doesn't have to be anything sexual or anything like that. I just want to have a chance to talk to you, to get to know you better."

"Why all of a sudden do you want to know me better? A few days ago before we so cordially met, you probably didn't even know I existed. Now all of a sudden you're offering to bring me home, and you're seducing me to the point of making me cum in my pants, which by the way is kinda uncomfortable at this moment."

He didn't speak; he just stared off into space. His silence was really beginning to piss me off.

The wind, like my anger, began to rise, sending chills coursing throughout my body. The weather was against me interrogating Brendan further because the chill in the air cooled me off and I began to shiver, the icy breeze piercing my cheeks like little knifes.

"Don't bother answering. It's getting really cold and I'm going inside." I turned from him and began to scurry towards to my house. Hopefully this would give him a signal that I wanted him to leave.

"Wait Logan, come on; don't do this. I really do want to talk to you, to get to know you better. I'm not trying to avoid your questions; I just don't have the answers you're looking for right now, but please, for my sake. Don't leave."

For his sake! I huffed.

Hmm... I wonder what the outcome would be if I accepted his offer of "getting to know me better". Maybe, just once, I'll finally be able to have a legitimate conversation with the person I wanted the attention of, even if it was for a miniscule second. I could get the answer to why he kissed me to the point of no return.

For purely selfish reasons, I hoped this "getting to know me better" thing would lead additional make out sessions with Brendan in his car. I hoped it would escalate from him "getting to know me better" to him really getting to know much me better. The kind of better where his cock, hard as a rock, was thrusting inside me with my legs wrapped around his waist while he shuddered his release--type better.

I exhaled a breath that I didn't know I was holding and with chagrin accepted his offer. His eyes lit up and that charming smile of his made yet another appearance almost making me weak-kneed. I can't lie; my heart blew up a little. I can't for the life of me understand how I brought this man such happiness by just accepting his request.

"So when is this "getting to know me" date you are so desperate to have it occurring?" I asked.

"How about this at Saturday, 8 o'clock sharp," he answered with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Sure, I've got one question. But please, I'm begging you, answer the question instead of trying to change the subject."

"Sure. I'll try." He licked his lips methodically, making me quiver from the memories that just a few minutes ago that tongue in my mouth.

Don't buy that shit you idiot. It's obviously a trick and you're falling for it.

"Is this a date or a mere first time buddy let's go to a burger joint kinda thing," I gulped, my throat became dry. I then mentally kicked myself for actually saying the word date. Date? What was I thinking?

"Lemme think..."

My heart was pounding in anticipation. My brain was waging an internal war on itself as it answered for him in my mind saying 'This was only a buddy's night out thing and you turned this into some other shit. I'm not a fag'.

"Hmm...how about you decide? Whether it's a date or a buddy's night out? I was actually hoping for a date-like kinda night, but, whatever suits you. I'll be content no matter what you pick." In true Brendan-like fashion, he turned the question I gave him back to me. He flashed that wickedly beautiful smile again, making me flustered yet again.

The snow storm started to get stronger. The snow flurries were only becoming larger and clumpier in size and sheer volume. I wondered if the setting was the way I got to where I am now. It wouldn't be a coincidence considering the range of emotions I am having at this moment. I didn't give him an answer, I just shrugged. Hey, if he isn't giving me a response, why the hell should I give him?

"If you are really going to take me on this night out then do not pick me up here. I don't want my mother getting suspicious. I'll just tell her that I'm gonna meet up Rich at some place or something." I couldn't help but laugh at the moment I saw Brendan scowl.

"Where do you want me to meet you?" His tone was suddenly serious.

"How about at the corner of my street? I'll meet you there about 5 minutes before eight." I hoped he would approve of this plan. It was the only way we could make it happen if he really wanted to do this. He was quiet for so long I got nervous.

"Well," I say in a half barked.

"Uhh...sure...sure...I'll try to get here as soon as possible."

"Brendan, I'm not doing this if you're going to be the faint of heart. I don't want to be stood up. If you think that for a moment I will just accept your apology, for fucking me over for whatever reason, than you can forget about it."

Brendan just stood there nodding at everything I had to say. "I may have feelings for you, that I for the life of me I cannot control, but I am not even insane enough to believe that you'd be quelled with an 'I'm sorry'. I'm hoping that you will be there on time and that we will have a great time."

I waved a curious goodbye. I was awarded with a warm smile and a very heartfelt goodbye from him. My eyes must have been playing tricks on me but I think I saw Brendan do a little skip. Maybe, I was imagining it. I was hungry and usually I see and hear a lot of crazy shit when I get hungry, and I am a bit more hungrier than usual, thanks to him sexually assaulting me in his car.

When I finally entered my house, I heard Brendan's car drive off, leaving me and my newly revived erection alone in my house. I really was hungry but my hormones called for me to quench a much different need.

I ran to my room and threw myself on my bed. I quickly unzipped pants and pulled down my sticky undergarments. I began furiously stroking my rock hard cock, all the while, envisioning Brendan and me in different scenarios. Like imaging having his long and hard cock entering me, making me his. Or how he would either sometimes go hard, giving me deep piston-like strokes or give it to me soft or be very passionate. I could see him wearing his dirty and muddy rugby uniform with his damp shorts down to his knees, his whole body flexing and covering my whole body.

"Oh fuck me Brendan," I would whisper to him as he shot his release inside me. His teeth nipping at my bare shoulder as he shuddered in ecstasy. I then recounted the moments we had in his car a few minutes back. His full moist lips nibbling on my lips and skin making me feel as if this was like heaven on earth as waves of rapture over swept me from him using only his hands and mouth.

I shot my load with a great deal of pleasure all over my body. When the afterglow faded, all I could think of was Brendan and his 'getting to know you better" proposal. I wasn't quite sure if I could call it a date being that we never decided.

I wondered if this was that what the more popular and rich kids did when they ravished their average counterparts with full on mouth to mouth suckfest only to then say "hey I want to know more about you before we go any further"? Probably! I wondered if that's how Rich and that asshole closeted boyfriend of his relationship begun.

This whole date concept made me a apprehensive. I wanted more than anything to have him talk to me more than a few minute. Now, it seemed as if I would get my wish to know him both mentally and physically as well.

I wanted to know every detail he was willing to tell me about his personal life as well as show me a bit more about him. I wanted to know why he ventured into lacrosse and rugby and then see how his body got enhanced from playing those sports by using my tongue to trace every cut and muscle in his body. I want to make him get to know me better as well. I wanted to hear his smooth and deep voice, feel enlightened by his attention, also hear him moan and grunt if I ever have the chance to go down on him.

My apprehension turned to enthusiasm; and I wanted time to fast forward to Saturday night.

Curiosity got the best of me and I moved from off of my bed and completely stripped and stared at myself in the full sized mirror in my room, trying to see what my best assets were and what I lacked. I wanted to look as good as possible for him.

Not much stared back. My unruly blonde hair needed a good combing. I try to tame it all the time but to no avail it has a mind of its own and is a recent target for bullies to pick on. Rich often says I look really sexy with the haphazard style and from time to time even pulls my hair when he rides me during sex, but I digress.

My green eyes looked like they need some sleep. They are so dreary and baggy that even I am repulsed. How can Brendan not be disgusted at seeing me like this?

My body type was thin and I was of average height. Though some might say my skin is kind of flabby, I think it's more fitting to call it soft. I guess the best word that described my overall body image was simple, for a lack of a better term. I have a little body definition, mostly from carrying boxes in and out of the restaurant I worked for, but not enough to make anything stand out. My most striking body part, to me, would have to be my legs. They are long, strong, and sturdy. They should be thanks to the years of walking to and from school.

Rich really loves my legs, and he's spent an ample amount of time rubbing his face all over my legs.

A sharp rap at my window startles me. Speak of the devil, I sigh realizing that it was Rich. The dreaded talk is finally upon us. But, I am going to do this.

"Hey dude, are you ready to talk about this?"

I didn't say anything, I just simply nodded before beginning. "Let's get this over with. I have a few demands. "

"Sure, lay it on my man."

"Tell him I get to top or I'm calling it quits." I started.

"Sure, sure buddy you know he'll do whatever you want." Rich readily agreed.

"Tell him that I am going to want the money upfront." I continued.

"Okay..." he wanted to say something but he bit his tongue.

"Go ahead. Say whatever it is you are going to say." I ended.

"You can still back out you know that."

I know...but I'm not going to.

BRENDAN

I entered my room feeling ecstatic, like I was on top of the fucking world.

I didn't care about anything other than the outcome of our Saturday night "get to know you better" I know he hadn't defined it but I would, date. Of course, my rock hard cock was practically dripping its happiness with glee as well.

I took my A&F tee-shirt off and started to check myself out. I start to give myself the once over and compile a list of my strengths and weaknesses and my assets to make Logan swoon and drool all over me. I know I probably already have his heart; I wanted the rest of him including his soul now. I wanted him to say "I love you" the same way he professed about me to his emo friend in the bathroom.




Heart of Gold Ch. 04



I slide my hands all over my washboard abs and taut and powerful muscles. I really felt proud of my body; it was all 100% natural. Not like the shit Steven and those other football jocks use to make themselves look buff.

I take my jeans of carefully. I don't want to wrinkle them or anything like that, they cost way too much for the color to fade away. I like how the color of my dark fuzzy leg hair contrasts against my skin. I have. They usually are tan but since its winter, the color was mostly a dewy pale. I traced the fine line of hairs I that I have smattered from my pectorals to my belly button; I glide my hand further down the treasure trail into to my boxer shorts and quickly discard my shorts.

I'm not really one to say I'm shocked that my nine inch cock is hard as a rock. All I keep thinking is how Logan's tongue will feel flicking at the mushroom-like head or how his mouth will feel sucking on my balls.

I mentally slapped myself. What the hell am I doing? How dare I think of my poor Logan as a mere fuck toy? Surely, he's going to be more than that. I wanted to do all of those things with him, no doubt. But before I could do I had to take the opportunity to know him better. I was serious about that.

I love his smile, that beautiful smile. I can't stop thinking of those lips that make him smile. I really loved the way his lips were tenderly matched against mine will we had that hot make-out session. My cock twitched when I realized I made him cum by just kissing him.

I wonder how much he will come when I drill his ass with my...

Damn it Houghton! Focus!

I have to figure out where I'll be taking Logan. It has to be somewhere far from this area by at least a half hour. I'm known in these parts and the second people figure out I'm with him... It's not that I'm ashamed of who I'm seen with, it's just that it has to be done for his safety. The jack asses O hang out with jump on him for just being with me.

My fully engorged cock stole my train of thought and forced me to think of more immediate needs. There was only one thing I could do at this present time. I started stroking myself when a knock on the door ruined it for me.

"Who is it?" I growl.

"Umm...Mr. Houghton it's me Diego."

Normally I would cover up if he entered, but what the hell he's eighteen, neither me nor my dick are gonna bite.

"Come in."

Normally I would covered up when he entered, but what the hell, we're all adults, plus, neither me nor my dick are gonna bite. I answered casually, "Come in."

To say that Diego was not only shocked but stunned as well when he saw me standing there naked would be an understatement. His face burned a deep red and he looked uncomfortable just from being here. He tried to speak but the words got stuck in his mouth.

"Don't worry; I won't bite," I snickered. He blushed and gave me an adorable smile.

He really was cute if fresh-faced, Mexican twink types appealed to you. He was really short; couldn't have been more than 5'5'', petite, and wore his pants so big they often looked like they were about to drop to the floor. He kept his hair shoulder length and had the biggest doe-like brown eyes. His skin can only be described as a honey colored. I couldn't believe that I was standing here checking him like this was the first time I had ever saw him, but in all fairness he was checking me out as well without the hindrance of clothes.

"Well," I encouraged when his eyes never made it to my face.

"Um...your girl...girlfriend...is downstairs...she wants...t...to...t...t...talk to you." He stuttered adorably, when he realized I had caught him staring.

I was really fucking horny right now, and would have continuing to tease him; however, my girlfriend was waiting for me. I reached for the garments I discarded earlier and put them back on. I moved Diego from my path as I ran out the door and literally threw myself down the stairs at Audrey.

"Audrey, how are you babe!" I greeted her after which I peppered her face with a basketful of kisses.

"Hey hon, how's it going? I felt really guilty about how I've been ignoring you and leaving you out of the blue." She admitted and returned some of my kisses with ardor.

She would get no arguments from me on that statement, but nevertheless her absence was my gain. It helped me to capture Logan's heart and soul. In actuality I should be thanking her. Now that I had the opportunity to think about it, our relationship really wasn't what it seemed; we've been very distant for about a month. Truth be told, I've been waiting for her to finally tell me that she wanted out of this relationship but to no avail.

I turned on the charm. "What brings my beautiful lady here?"

"Well, I want to make up for my foolish and hurtful way. I was thinking that in order for me to make it up to you, we should go out on Saturday night."

DAMN!!! I felt the blood drain from my face.

"I don't know if we can do it this Saturday," I didn't know how I was going to talk her out it. All I could see was my evening with my poor Logan slowly fading from my grasp.

No! I needed this date with Logan. "Can we do it on Friday?"

"I can't, I promised the ladies we would go out that day. Why what's the problem?" She pouted.

I bit my tongue in an effort to keep from blurting out my planned evening with Logan. If I told her, I knew her initial reaction would be one of disgust. Then she'd probably rant and whine about why I spending my time with trailer trash, which would later open the door to her questioning my sexuality if I was going to waste my time with a deviant like Hoekstra.

"I'm sorry, but, um, my dad wants me to join him at a business dinner and, um, being that I already blew the previous one, I can't blow this one." I smiled at the double entendre of the word blow. Just like how I wanted to blow Audrey off to have a pleasant evening with Logan.

"Brendan, you know I can't reorganize my schedule so quickly, I have things plans all this weekend." She thrust her lip out a little further.

"Well, I'm sorry if I'm messing up your fully planned weekend, but I am not going to be able to switch this one out, especially since you have cancelled on me on more than one occasion without giving me much notice." I answered unwavering.

She huffed, but I knew she was breaking. She always did when I make her feel guilty about always blowing me off for something may or may not have been important to her.

She knew she had lost this battle when she saw me shrugging my shoulders and cocking my head to the side. I was not going to listen to her give another reason to interfere with my special date with Logan.

"Well...I don't know what to say Brendan," she was red with embarrassment. She really hated it when she didn't get everything her way. But seriously, what else could she say? I was the one trying to hold on to any semblance of relationship when all she seemed to be doing was whatever she found way more important.

"I'm sorry, maybe some other time. I really can't back out of this." Part of me felt guilty for lying to her, but I really wanted this to work between me and Logan. Not even a major hissy fit that only the grandiose Audrey could perform was going to change that.

I had to close my eyes and shake my head of times to think straight. The longer I looked at Audrey's golden hair and green eyes her face morphed to Logan's green eyes and blonde hair with the little curls at the end. I've got it bad the twerp and there's no stopping it.

She sighed heavily and gave me a look of defeat.

Well what do you know, I win after all. I had to grin with satisfaction.

"All right B., you win. I'll see...whenever." Her pout turned to a sneer.

No one was going to stop me from getting what I want, and who I want right now is Logan Hoekstra.

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Crap!

Why the hell isn't Logan Hoekstra in school today?

I waited in my car all morning long to see my boy with the skimpy jacket scurry his way into school. My fingers drummed staccato against the steering wheel, to pass the time, but to no avail. I contemplated going to his house and picking him up but I didn't think that was a good option because of all the negative consequences associated with it. One, I didn't know when he left his house. Two, it wouldn't feel right for me to just show up unannounced and out of the blue to his house. Three, I didn't want an emotionally distraught boy on my hands if the second thing happened. And last how would my friends react if we showed p to school together?

I waited as long as I could, for my golden haired boy to appear, before getting out of the car. Patience never was my strong suit. I scouted the entire campus trying to find him or that emo freak he's so fond of, but came up empty. Now my impatience was turning to anger which wasn't easy to do.

I was really desperate to see his smile. I wanted to see those lips that I had the privilege to kiss with my own. I wanted to see if I had the will of power not to reach out and touch his silky smooth, golden blonde hair. And I anxiously wanted to hear his rich voice say "I love you".

I was in a snit the whole day. I guess it was easily recognizable since one had the balls to bother me.

Audrey was being a moody bitch too. All of the elite thought that my bad attitude was because of the altercation I had with Audrey yesterday at my home. Audrey, who always wanted people to take her side on everything, told everyone about what happened. Knowing her, she probably stretched the truth a whole lot but I didn't give a fling fuck. The less people bothered me the better off we all were.

Then it hit me. Maybe the reason that Logan and emo freak weren't here was because they were both together. They probably skipped school to go to the mall, play videogames, maybe having hot passionate sex. That last thought made my guts twist and churn.

No, that wasn't it. Maya told me they are not together like that and she would know since she was like the eyes and ears of this school. However, you couldn't dismiss the fact that it was a huge coincidence that neither of them was here.

I could feel my anger eating away at me and I was having a hard time getting in control of myself. I was very anti-social for the rest of the day, which worried my peers, caused Steven to laugh like an idiot and I had no other choice but to move and sit in Logan's chair for the last hour of school.

When the final bell rung dismissing class for the day I tried to decide whether or not I should go see if there was something wrong with Logan or to just wait it out until tomorrow. I decide on the latter.

I just have to make it until Saturday. I'll be with him again tomorrow. All I have to live for at this moment is Saturday...

That's all I kept telling myself on the way home, during dinnertime with my great parents, while in the shower, watching TV, etc. etc. etc.

All I have to live for at this moment is Saturday...

All I have to live for at this moment is Saturday...

LOGAN

"Damn it, where is it?"

I asked for the 1,000th time to no one in particular as I nearly destroyed my closet trying to find the one decent shirt I own. It was the only shirt that I had that didn't come from a second hand store or garage sale. Let me take that back, it was from a garage sale but the previous owner told me his son never wore the white-linen, button down shirt that I was so desperately trying to find.

"Mom! Where the hell is that white dressy shirt I like?" I was screaming of the top of my lungs; because she was ignoring me. She has a knack for ignoring me when I frustrated or angry.

I felt a presence come into the room behind me and I immediately jumped for joy thinking it was my mother coming to my rescue; I was disappointed to see that I was only Arthur. And he was holding the shirt in question in his pale little arms.

"What the hell are you doing with my shirt you little runt?" I asked as I snatched it from his hands.

"Mom had to go wash it. Apparently it was a fun idea for your buddy Rich to use it as a napkin when he dropped the pop on the floor by the computer."

"What? When was this? Oh, I forgot about that. Is mom even home?" He shook his head.

"Damn it. Listen little bro, can you take care of yourself until she comes back. I'm kinda running late on something I have to do. Damn! Why didn't you wake me up?" I was talking a mile a minute. I knew I was being irrational trying to blame my tardiness him. I overslept since I had nothing else better to do then to wait until the time arrived. Guess it came a little too fast than expected and it was now five minutes before eight o'clock.

"What did you do yesterday? You were knocked out the whole entire day." He asked.

I blew off his question and started to button up my shirt. "If mom arrives and asks where I went, tell her I'm at Rich's okay."

"Sure, but um..." He didn't need to say anything, but I could tell that he was hungry; I could see it in his weak demeanor. Plus, his fingers kept on shaking. I sighed deeply.

"Here little loser," I said affectionately as I reached for a brown bag that was on my dresser and gave my little brother a twenty dollar bill.

"Here, order something to eat, I hate to see you starving like this." It made my heart glow seeing the way Arthur's eye gleamed with joy and he gave me a toothy smile. "By the way where did mom go?"

"She went out with the ladies for bingo night," he told me not losing that happy expression of his. "Thanks Logie!"

I patted him on the back. "No problem. Are you sure you'll be able to take care of the house?" I inquired seriously.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, now get lost!" he hollered as he left to call for take out on the phone.

I gave him my personal safety procedures and rules of the house while I dabbed a little bit of cologne on my palms and neck. I knew the only reason I was telling him these things was because of my own nervousness. I wanted more time to calm myself and possibly practice what I would say tonight, but unfortunately time was not on my side. I took a quick glance at the nearest clock; it was five past eight already.

"Oh shit. Bye Artie, take care of the house little runt." I said as I raced out of the house and down to the street corner, berating myself for the slight possibility that I dressed for nothing because it was so late.

My breath and my steps faltered when I saw his car. My mouth got dry and my cock swelled in my black pants. It hit me like the proverbial anvil you see in cartoons as my steps slowed to a stop.

HOLY SHIT! This really is happening.



Heart of Gold Ch. 05



Hello fellow Literoticans, here is the fifth chapter to Heart of Gold series. I want to thank everyone who has shown support for me, my family, and people affected in the disaster through the many emails. I want to thank Waynesb54 for his contribution in the chapter. Don't forget to comment and to vote, yes vote! Without further ado, here's Brendan and Logan to all!

BRENDAN

I was not fond of being nervous. On the contrary, I usually was very cool, calm and collected, hardly ever letting anything get to me much. 

So why is my heart beating so rapidly and thumping like it will rip out of my chest? 

That's the question I kept asking myself as I waited on the corner of Wetmore and Plumber, listening to some power pop music and cracking my knuckles. I occasionally looked at the rearview mirror to see if he was arriving or not. So far... nothing.

I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples and looking in the mirror in an effort to keep from going crazy. Other than my own arctic blue eyes staring back, nothing else appeared. 

I thought about the circumstances surrounding tonight. I gave Logan the choice to decide if our rendezvous was a "date" or a "night out hanging with a friend." Truth be told, I had him choose because I myself couldn't decide what it was.

I knew I was overanalyzing this, but I really wanted to know which option he chose. Was this really a night with a bud, just him and me having a rad time or was this something different? My heart thumped double time on the latter part, but both my mind and conscience were siding with the former. 

I was waging an internal battle of wits when a knock on the car window shocked me out of my reverie.

"Hey...Brendan," Logan said, giving me a nervous wave. 

Holy shit!

My breath faltered; sweat began to form on my forehead and the palms of my hands. Also, there was an involuntary tightening in my pants. Oh God! This is really happening! 

I was so caught up in the shock that he was in fact truly here that I forgot to unlock the door for him, causing him to knock a second time. "Brendan...um...can you open up? It's really cold." 

I stared at him and his eyes were glassy from the cold. I wondered if that skimpy jacket he had on was his signature clothing. He looked like he really tried to "dress to impress," all except for that jacket.

Get it together Brendan. I mentally shook myself and pushed the button to unlock the door, finally giving Logan the opportunity to enter the car. An awkward silence filled the atmosphere and I could only glance at Logan for a few seconds at a time. Each time I managed to look at him, he openly stared back at me with those beautiful eyes of his. His staring and the quiet were starting to make me feel uneasy. The scent from his cheap cologne filled the car. 

I broke him out of his endless staring with a snap of my fingers. It only led to him becoming more reclusive and embarrassed. He blushed hotly, which made me fall for him even more. 

"Uh...I think we should be going." I stammered. "I've got a very interesting evening planned," I teased mischievously, and to my amazement the red staining his cheek grew darker.

"Just sit back and relax." I connected my iTouch to the stereo, and a power pop song filled the car. "We'll be arriving at our destination in about thirty minutes." Logan nodded silently.

Halfway through the ride, I noticed that Logan had fallen asleep. A feeling of déjà vu occurred when I realized that Logan was sleeping in the exact same position he was in when I had given him a ride to his house earlier in the week. His head was pressed against the window, his mouth slightly open with a drop of saliva threatening to run down the side of his chin. 

I smiled because, right then and there, I suddenly realized I had fallen hard for this poor bastard and there was nothing and no one that could stop me. 

At each stoplight, I sat admiring the sleeping beauty on the seat next to me, almost as if he were an extraterrestrial. From time to time, I became so entranced by his exquisiteness that I hadn't noticed the streetlights changing until the cars behind me began honking. I refrained from flipping them off, as I was indeed at fault, and pulled off hoping that my sleeping Logan wouldn't wake from his slumber so that I could have another opportunity to stare at him. 

I can't help it...he's gorgeous!!! Finally, something good was coming into my life that would take all the stress out of my life.

I hoped he felt the same way. I sighed as a small smile crept onto my face and stayed as I continued to drive in silence.

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We finally arrived at the destination I had picked for our "night out". It was a very popular Chinese restaurant, to which more than a few guys, wanting to score extra points, brought their dates. A few famous stars also ate there when they wanted to go low key without sacrificing on quality. I couldn't wait to have Logan try out their world-famous chicken spicy Lo-mien.

"Logan, wake up, we're here. Come on, wake up." I grabbed his arm and gently began to shake him while leaning closer and closer to the viewable portion of his creamy skin visible just above the collar of his shirt. Before long, my pleas for him to wake up were silenced by my lips touching his neck in a gentle caress. I didn't stop there; I kissed up and down the entire left side of his neck, receiving a satisfying groan from a waking Logan that caused my cock to harden. 

"Brendan, uhh...Brendan," he moaned and leaned into my kisses. A satisfied and smug grin graced my face. His eyes blinked rapidly before opening and he tensed up from his involuntary reactions as he became more aware of his surroundings. He tried to move as far away from me as possible. 

"What's wrong?" I asked nonchalantly, but didn't pull back.

"Ya...you were kissing my neck," he answered and the deep blush, which I had grown to love, flooded his neck and cheeks. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his temples and forehead, making me want to lick his worries away.

"Yeah, I didn't know it was a problem." I leaned in to continue the assault on his neck.

A hand to my chest stopped the advance. "Well...you could at least give me fair warning next time instead of ambushing me when I'm asleep."

His crankiness stunned me, instantly killing the vibe and I pulled back. "Alright Mr. Moody Blues, we're here if you wanted to know."

Most girls usually got really happy, squealed and bounced up and down making their tits jiggle when I took them here. Logan just sat there with a bug-eyed expression, his mouth hanging open, making me feel uneasy and more than a bit scared at what his reaction was going to be. I sensed that this might have been a bad idea.

"I'm not going in there. Take me home if you want to, but I am not going in there." He stated quietly, but adamantly. 

He became restrained and unresponsive as feelings of anxiety, nervousness and uncertainty assailed me. I tried to relax him by stroking his arms, but failed to alleviate the tension. He was getting me really worried.

"Logan what's wrong? Talk to me," I urged calmly, trying to keep the both of us from becoming emotional wrecks. The apprehension he was displaying made me want to hug him tightly but I was at a loss about what I should do.

He finally looked at me and when I saw his face, I honestly wished he hadn't. It ate at my heart to see his facial expression. He looked at me with teary eyes; his face was bright with mortification.

Through clenched teeth he yelled, "Take me home!!! Take me away from here! I already told you, damn it, that I don't want to be here!!!" The sheer volume of his voice caused me to flinch back from him and my world completely tilted off of its axis. I realized Logan was crying. 

What the fuck?!

I hated seeing him in such a broken and desolate state, and I knew that if I tried to make any contact with him whatsoever, he would shut down completely. I hated feeling helpless and powerless and seeing him so sad and unable to do anything about it irritated me further. 

I turned on the car and sped out of the restaurant's parking lot. My heart was pounding with trepidation at the thought of this evening coming to a disastrous end. 

I don't want tonight to end; I don't want this to end. I really don't. I chanted in my head.

I knew Logan was different from the rest of the girls, as he wasn't one, but I didn't think it would matter. Had I known this would be his reaction, I wouldn't have done it. As my heart grew and grew for this lovely person, my sanity was beginning to fall apart. 

How could this poor little fool make me feel such a range of emotions? I had self-control, I had charisma... and I had all these things before he came into the picture. Now, it's like any little thing he says makes me immediately surrender my wits and submit to his every whim. 

I drove for who knows how long, passing so many streets and avenues along the way that I was certain we were lost. I stopped at an intersection adjacent to a Sonic restaurant. The area seemed familiar, but I wasn't quite sure. A loud growl filled the interior of the car, and had I not known better, I would have thought it was my stomach, but an embarrassed whimper from Logan confirmed otherwise. 

"I'm sorry...I'm just really hungry that's all," he told me in a weak voice. 

I gave him a small smile and turned into the Sonic drive-in. "I know this isn't typical first date fare, but will you accept dinner from this Sonic drive thru?" I queried as I pulled up to the window; failing to give him adequate time to respond. 

I ordered for the both of us; the standard value meal with a side order of tater tots (who wouldn't order Sonic's world-famous tater tots!). I pulled over into the parking lot while our order was being prepped and eventually brought to us.

While we were waiting for our meal, I took the opportunity to psyche myself up to talking to Logan. Though the idea sounded very intriguing, the concept of starting a conversation with Logan was difficult. I didn't know what to say, or how to start the necessary conversation with him. He settled the issue for us.

"I'm sorry about what happened back there. I just want to tell you that I'm not usually like that...someone that bursts into tears over any and every random thing that may bother them." 

"It's okay. If you want to talk about it, you can with me." I acquiesced in such a way that he would open up and trust me more. I studied his face while I waited for an answer and could see that he wanted to be more open, but there was something in him, something that he kept to himself, that prevented it.

"I know, it's just that, whatever this may be, it's still kind of new for me and I still need to know why you kissed me." I sighed. So he's still on the whole kissing bit that occurred at his house. When will he give it a break? I mutely thanked God when our order arrived during this intensely awkward standoff. Having food stuffed in our mouths seems to be a heck of a lot better than uncomfortable silence. 

"Dig in!" I exclaimed as I popped tater tots into my mouth. I glanced at Logan and he seemed to be enjoying the food as well. I kind of admired his way of eating each tater tot one by one followed by a big sip of his soft drink. I then fought the urge to find out how his mouth tasted right then. 

Everything was going smoothly, his question forgotten and a Panic! At the Disco song was ending as I left the car to go to the bathroom. I told Logan where I was going and quickly dashed off to relieve myself. 

When I opened the door to the men's stall, it hit me like a bulldozer. This was the exact same place I took Audrey on our first date. Huh! The coincidental irony was so kicking me in the ass right now.

The remembrance of that night was reaffirmed when I saw the carving I made reading BRENDAN + AUDREY '08 on the inside of the stall door. The memories of that date haunted me and I began thinking about my current relationship, or lack thereof, with Audrey. Was it really over? Is this just a phase that high school couples generally go through? These two questions floated around in my head like a specter as I relieved myself. I couldn't ask for a better thinking place!

Unfortunately, those questions remained unanswered and they followed me to the sink and out the door as I scurried back to my car. Note to self: don't ever go to a Sonic drive-thru in the dead of winter.

I slowed my pace and decided to pull a surprise sneak attack on Logan. I could see that he was lost deep in thought and I noiselessly opened the door and virtually bounded inside. He jumped, in mid tater munch, his cheeks flaming in the process. I couldn't help but laugh for a brief moment. 

"Sorry dude couldn't help it." I added as soon as my laughter died down. I almost had a heart attack of my own when I heard the next song beginning to play on the stereo. My heart skipped, my breathing faltered and almost came to a crushing halt as my eyes went wide. The song This Guy's in Love with You by Herb Alpert was playing. It was the same song I sang to Audrey, plus the countless other girls I had the fortune to spend the time with, and this time instead of trying to get into her pants I was trying to earn a spot in Logan's heart. I was given a one in a million chance, and I was going to take it. This song conveyed exactly what I wanted to tell Logan and more. 

LOGAN

"You say this guy, this guy's in love with you." I think my heart stopped and I literally died inside when I heard Brendan sing in perfect harmony with the artist blasting through the speakers.

What the FUCK?!? I was stunned that Brendan had a remarkably nice singing voice.

"I've heard some talk; they say you think I'm fine." He continued unabashed.

I couldn't believe it but I actually felt myself blushing to that last part. Yes, I agreed in my mind, I do say that you are fine and so much more. I wanted to tell him so much more. I wanted to tell him that I loved him and that I wanted to be his and only his. I felt my eyes tear up, he was just that good.

"Tell me now, is it so, don't let me be the last to know." He looked at me square in the eyes, his azure orbs burned bright and stared right at me. That was it. What little bit of modesty I had left was completely thrown out the window and caution wasn't too far behind. I guess I got caught up in the moment and I blurted out, "I love you Brendan."

He abruptly stopped singing, his eyes though held me captive, pinned to the seat. He didn't say anything. I didn't either. I saw everything in his eyes, in the wide smile that adorned his face. They both told me that 'This is it; it's for all the marbles'...

I don't know who started it, but our mouths intertwined. His full lips began a full on attack on my mouth. I counterattacked with my hands groping and feeling every hard muscle I could find. I clung to his shoulders like a spider monkey. Who knew sucking that marvelous tongue of his would be so arousing? 

"I love you Brendan."

I really didn't know how many times I repeated it; I lost count at twelve every time we stopped kissing. He suddenly seemed to have found a new source of energy and kissed me with raging passion. Damn! The things I would do for this beautiful man. 

"I love you...so much." I whimpered.

He stopped kissing me and stared at me with wide-eyed wonder. He backed away slowly still looking at me like I was some sort of apparition. As the silence stretched, I began to feel self-conscious.

Damn! I knew doing this was such a bad idea. My mind screamed, giving my heart enough of a kick for me to clutch my chest. What the hell was I thinking coming here? Every shred of self-esteem I once had faded and I began to hate myself. 

The single ray of light that had once shone brightly in my mind, that Brendan would fall for me, grew so dim it almost flickered and died. My rational side berated me and declared: Ha! Fat chance, you really think Brendan of all people would fall for your poor ass! 

I was red with embarrassment and mortification. I couldn't even look him in the eye. 

He noticed how discomfited I was. The atmosphere in the car went from sheer embarrassment to pure awkwardness. It was his turn to blush. 

"Ummm...I just needed to catch...my breath...I was feeling kinda flustered." His face lit up like a very bad sunburn. It was...adorable!! The way he said it made it seem more apologetic than anything. "It's okay." Just then, People by Barbra Streisand came on the stereo. 

"Okay, I have to ask," I quickly changed the topic with a little chuckle. "Where did you find out about this beautiful music?" I mean his playlist left me a little flabbergasted. Certainly a kid who's on the rugby team wouldn't know any Barbra Streisand songs, or anything about Barbra Streisand at all. 

He shrugged and the flush of cheeks didn't fade. "I didn't mean to make you blush, it's just... I wondered how a guy like you would know anything about Streisand let alone Herb Alpert and be able to sing along so perfectly, too. It's like you are totally from a different planet or something. You're just so... so perfect in so many ways." I hoped he took what I just gushed about as a compliment, and not as sucking up so he would kiss me again. 

"Thanks. I take that as a compliment...I guess." "No seriously, I really didn't picture you as musically diverse to be honest. It's really shocking to say the least." I continued. He smirked and pursed his lips. 

"Care to comment on how you know all this great music?" I asked as Time of the Season by the Zombies came on, a song that I only knew because my choir teacher made us sing it.

"Well...," he hemmed and I began to wonder if maybe I had overstepped my boundaries by asking about his private life. I gulped as he looked at me nervously.

"My uncle, Daniel, Daniel Klein. Ever since I was little I would call him Uncle Danny. He likes it when I call him Uncle Danny. He's the one that got me into listening to this wonderful music, challenged me actually." His eyes were a little bit sad and his lips held a morbid smile that made my heart cringe. Whoever this Uncle Danny person really meant a lot to Brendan. 

"Hey, I'm sorry about bringing him up. If you don't want to talk about him, that's fine. I'll understand." I added letting him know I wasn't going to push.

He responded by giving me a kiss on the nose. "No, I want to...It feels nice to talk to someone about this kind of stuff."

"Well anyway, growing up my parents weren't around as much as I wanted them to be. My dad barely saw me as he had the two hotels to tend to and my mother was barely making it as a child psychologist. Growing up I only had the nannies to talk to and believe me, it was very difficult to have fun with someone who doesn't speak English fluently. That all changed Christmas Eve '96."

"What happened that Christmas Eve?"

"We went to the airport really early that day. I kept asking my mom what for, and I was really becoming a pest. Mind you I was only five. Anyway when we finally got there a man got in the car. I was in no mood to meet anyone so I threw a big ass bitch fit. I threw my toy car at him and gave the guy a cut on the left brow." 

"Ouch."

"Yeah, my mom yelled at me saying that's no way to treat your uncle. I was stunned to say the least. From that day forward we were like peas and carrots as Forrest Gump would say." We both laughed at the little pun.

"After that we were inseparable, we went everywhere together. Fishing at Lake Michigan, going to Chicago, you name it." He sighed heavily. "He really was a great man. I always counted the days to his every arrival and cherished all the time he was here with me." "Sounds like a really great man."

He snorted. "Great! He was the greatest." He laughed and gave me another kiss on the nose. "When I was 13 I tried to persuade my parents to go visit my uncle over summer break. They were against it and I didn't know why. All they would tell me was that I couldn't go. I was really pissed off and I told Uncle Danny about it. He didn't take it too kindly either but agreed with my parents." 




Heart of Gold Ch. 05



"What happened, what did you do?"

"I did what every thirteen year old would do." I knew where this was headed. "I bitched and told my parents I hated them. I asked them why they were so mean, why they acted so different when he was around me. What they told me next shocked me beyond belief." 

My heart immediately plummeted: The way he talked told me something horrible had happened. I didn't want to ask, but the curiosity killed the cat. "What happened? What did they tell you?" His amazing blue eyes were watery. 

"They told me he was gay."

Oh!

I just sat there quietly, and it got painfully awkward. I then saw the pain in his eyes. I didn't want to bring up anything that would cause him more pain. "If you want to stop it's fine. I don't want you to feel like shit anymore." He just kept on going. 

"I wish I could've handled the news more seriously. I wish I didn't handle it like I did. Instead I threw it all away in the crapper." I closed my eyes, not even wanting to think about the pain he must be going through.

"My views on homosexuality at that time were very horrible. I would always call people a fag or jeer at someone who I would think was gay. From then on I chose to ignore him. Whenever he called I would always tell my parents to tell him I was busy. Summer break came along and he came to visit the family, he asked me if I knew. I told him yeah...I...I told him I hated him. I told him I never wanted to see him again; I told him that I wish he was dead rather than to have a gay uncle. That I don't ever want to talk to him again." 

After the revelation he all but crashed his whole body onto me. He hugged me with brute strength, sobbing on my shoulder. My heart shattered to a million pieces thinking about all the pain Brendan must be going through. I always tend to cast a shadow of blame on other people for my problems. Always saying they have it better than me and they would never know my problems. I felt tears running down my cheeks. Please don't cry you beautiful man.

"Eight months passed after I talked to him. After I told him all that shit, he supported my wishes and left me, he never came to visit the family since then. That was around the time I started to hang out with Steven and all the others. Even though I tried to have as much fun with all of them as I could I knew deep inside that I wasn't happy. My mom always tried to persuade me to be reasonable and speak to him but I would call her a hypocrite. I told her that she shouldn't talk to me like that since she never was around to be with me."

"Did you get in contact with him after that?" I say in between sniffles. At that moment I swear to God I could take back the question. His eyes went from sad to dark and emotionless in a quick second. 

"My mom...," he croaked with pain in his voice. "My mom told me that Uncle Danny was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. When she told me that my whole world was completely shattered. All I wanted to do is run to San Francisco to be with him." That did it: he couldn't stop the tears from running down his high cheekbones. "All I wanted to do was run there and tell him I'm sorry, how I must've hurt him, how deeply horrible I feel for treating him like that. That I didn't care who he loved, that I love him. I wanted to tell him that he is the most wonderful, greatest person I had ever met in my entire life." 

"It was too late by the time we arrived in San Francisco; his Alzheimer's was at the final stage. He could remember me yeah, but the next day he would forget almost everything. I wanted to tell him deep inside how sorry I was, but how could I if he didn't even know who I was? But I knew. I knew that deep inside he knew who I was and I saw the forgiveness in his eyes." I saw the tears in his eyes, the pain in his eyes. There was nothing I could do but just give him a reassuring hug. He all but crushed his entire body into me, I felt him shiver and sob uncontrollably. I couldn't do anything but rub his back. I truly felt sorry for him and I couldn't stop myself from loving him even more.

"That's how music comes into play. He and his partner lived in one of those old historic houses in Presidio Heights. It was very lovely. You could see the bay when you stepped out onto the balcony. His house was very different too; it was almost like stepping inside a time machine. My mom found one of those really cool record players, it played both mono and stereo, next to it was a bookshelf full of records. My mom found Stairway to Heaven and immediately played it." A smile finally appeared on his luscious lips, his red eyes finally had a speck of happiness in them. 

"You should've seen him, it was almost like the music brought his memory back, like he was the same Uncle Danny I knew and loved. We listened to all the incredible music, from The Beatles to Barbra Streisand to the Supremes to Cream. He would also tell me about his life, from growing up in the sixties to coming out to his parents, which was no easy thing for a young guy like him in that time, to losing his partner, Joel Klein, to brain cancer. The best summer of my life..." He didn't say anything else. I held him while we watched the snow fall; it was all ruined when Lollipop blasted on the stereo. Way to kill the moment Lil Wayne! 

"What a buzz kill!" he screamed at the stereo while throwing tater tots at the stereo. 

"Thanks for the date Brendan, I had a great time." He was quiet, too quiet. Damn you Hoekstra...DATE!?!?

His response though was a big kiss on the lips. I responded back with a heartfelt kiss of my own. "Damn you Hoekstra, what is it about you that makes me want to kiss you and touch you so badly? I swear I have never fallen for someone as hard as you. Damn you, it is a date and trust me, I've had my share of first dates but none like this."

LOGAN

OH GOD! What did he just say?!

I can't believe he just said all of his feelings like that. Brendan Houghton never tells his feelings out loud, they are kept quiet in his little noggin, I suppose. 

"Brendan...you don't know how long I have waited for this," I told him. 

I wasn't surprised; I knew this was expected. I was mad at myself for sharing my emotions to someone; let alone Brendan, but when he told me.... I'm not sure he's someone who tells everyone how he feels. To me he has always had a domineering complex. Why of all people is it me? Could it be that he really is falling in love with me?

My body was a massive bag of nerves whenever I stared at those enchanting arctic blue eyes. I could literally spend my life stroking his black hair all day long without any interruptions and kissing those lips of his. And his body... OH GOD!! The ways I could find to worship that body, all that male perfection. 

"Logan...I know that we've barely met and stuff but... I want to know... do you want to spend the night with me? I... I... know that it's the whole we barely met bullshit but I am not trying to sugarcoat anything, I really, really, really like you." He abruptly stopped. 

"Why do you ask, Brendan?" 

"Ever since I saw you at the soup kitchen I just couldn't stop thinking about you for the long run. You were on my mind all the time. There was something about you that drew me closer to you." Oh, I see it now and it was all thanks to that soup kitchen. I tried not letting it show on my face but the mere fact of him finding me at a soup kitchen got to me. 

"What's wrong Logan?" he asked, no doubt noticing the look of shame on my face. 

"Nothing...," I say quietly.

"Come on Logan, I notice that look in your eyes. It's the... It's the same look I saw back at the soup kitchen. Please talk to me. What's wrong?" He had that pleading look in his eyes. 

I sighed heavily. "I was scared."

"Scared of what...of whom?"

"I was scared of you. I was scared of what you might think of me. I was scared of what your perception of me and my family might be. But most of all I was scared of what you would say to your friends."

"That's crazy! Why would you think that?"

"I am not stupid or blind Brendan. I saw the way you looked at the place. It really broke my heart how your eyes had that sign of disgust. I thought this couldn't get any worse and then that asshole Steven made it even worse when he humiliated me in front of you. Then it was a total deal breaker when you saw me walking home. You don't know how it feels Brendan. It feels horrible."

I couldn't help it anymore. The tears just started to fall down. I didn't care what he thought of me anymore, didn't care what he would say about this. I was distraught with anger and embarrassment. I couldn't even look at him. That's how horrible it felt. 

The cold and weariness I felt right after I confessed my feelings to him were all shattered the second Brendan wrapped his body around me. I shuddered from the contact, causing all the pain to crumble. I sank into his arms. His warm and powerful body immediately giving me a warm and loving feeling that coursed throughout my body. 

Please, whatever you do Brendan, don't stop hugging me.

I felt water dripping on my hair and I realized then that he was crying with me. It was almost as if we were both drowning in the pain and emotional stress we have had for the entire rest of our lives. Somehow, I can't put my finger on it, but, I realized that by then that we both felt connected in a way. 

At the end I told him I would be delighted to spend the night with him. His gleaming blue eyes literally made my heart bounce with the delight of knowing I could make this beautiful creature so happy. 

"But...your parents..." I panicked at the thought of his parents catching Brendan bringing home a blond boy instead of the blonde girl. I can almost picture their faces. 

"Don't worry Logan, my parents aren't home," he said with a huge, smug grin. "Maybe you should call your mother and tell her where you might be staying." It then hit me like a big yellow mallet. Of course! 

"Oh God how could I be so stupid. I forgot all about her," I told him in a state of shock. The bad part is...I really wanted to be with him. It sounded dirty like I was some wanton slut that wanted to bed him; he never said anything about sex. 

"I'm sorry, it's entirely my fault. I shouldn't have pressured you into anything you're not comfortable with. I am so stupid...I'm sorry," he just kept spewing out apologies. It was very adorable seeing him get all flustered. He's so perfect!

"Don't worry Brendan. I'll call her and tell her I'm staying with Rich." Brendan's response was kinda funny; he scowled when I said Rich. He immediately recovered and handed me his cell phone. "Let's just hope this works," I said with my heart on my palm and the hopes alive.

At the end it did work. My mom told me to have fun and to take care of myself and be safe, whatever that meant. I was brimming with joy with my heart pounding from sheer happiness. This is really happening! I was nervous too, no doubt, but I knew that Brendan wouldn't use me like that. He wouldn't treat me like some two-bit piece of meat like with Rich. 

BRENDAN

I was really ecstatic that Logan accepted my offer. This was going to be a great night for both of us. You could tell by the way Logan was biting his lip that he was a little nervous but ecstatic nonetheless. I could tell by the look in his beautiful green eyes how loving and accepting of me he was even after I told him about what I did to Uncle Danny. It broke my heart telling him everything. I was afraid he would look at me with disgust. One thing I do know, he is nothing like a secret fuck. 

When we finally arrived at my house I kept on seeing Logan's fascination by my home. I held his hand guiding him to my room. If you thought he was in awe when he saw the entrance, he was in a gleeful trance when he entered my room. 

"Wow Brendan, this place is really beautiful. Look at the balcony; you can see the whole fucking lake through the window." He ran to the window to see the gibbous moon shining through the clearing snow clouds. It lit up the dark blue waters with light reflecting off the calm waves. I would've loved to just open up the balcony and bask in the beauty. 

I glanced at Logan, loving how his ski jump nose touched the windowpane. I fought my urge to just attack those lips of his. This was my only shot. I hated how I embarrassingly ran from him the moment we kissed. I've never done something like that: run like a chicken when I'm kissing someone. He noticed the picture of the teenage boy on the floor. Great!

"Who's this on the picture?" he asked me. I knew I had a scowl on my face. He noticed and got a look on his face that read "maybe I should stop being so nosy." I smirked and told him to look at the date on the picture.

"July 4, 1966. Brendan is this Uncle Danny?" he asked incredulously. I nodded and placed the picture on the dresser. "Yep, he's sixteen here. Sometimes when I get mad I throw the picture. I know it's wrong and all but looking at his smiling face, it's almost like he's looking at me, like he's watching me. Whenever I throw the picture it's almost like I don't want him to see me in a bad state." My eyes were looking at things other than Logan, fearing he might be judgmental. 

"Brendan you know I will never judge you on anything you tell me. There is nothing you can do that will change that." I already fucking know! 

"I know it's just my pride. I don't like people to see me so emotional. I always strive to be the best and one of my mottos is never letting anyone see you in a weak state. But it's different with you. I don't know why but with you it's like I don't have to be this persona everyone else sees. You're...special." I grabbed him by the arms and swung my arms, hugging him like he was my last lifeline. 

"I love you Brendan," he whispered in my ear causing a really erotic reaction throughout my body. My cock literally jumped up to say hello to that golden blond beauty. I felt through his pants that he felt the same. 

When my lips met his, it was almost like fireworks. The tangy remnants of tater tots had a zing of taste on his tongue and lips that just made me want to attack that wonderful mouth of his even more. My hands made a full round search through his body, my hands dove down his spine, careful not to overstep my boundary when I reached his ass. I grazed his ass a little, noting that his breath faltered a little. He gave me the okay when he guided my hands to that cute ass of his. I realized that my hands were entirely proportional to his ass. 

"Oh God Brendan," he gasped in between full tongue kisses. I felt those magical hands of his begin to unbutton my shirt, his eyes almost pleading with me to give him the okay. Being the true gentleman, I unbuttoned the shirt for him and threw it on the floor.

The facial expression he donned right then was so otherworldly. His eyes grew wide, his pupils dilating like he was going blind. His mouth was wide open, and his nostrils flared. I felt his hands tremble. Good, I wanted him to savor this moment, a moment that will say, "I will never forget this moment." His eyebrow arched. It was the perfect time for me to unbutton his shirt. He whimpered through every expanse of creamy skin I uncovered. 

"Brendan...is this what you want?" It wasn't a rhetorical question. He wanted to know. 

"Yes. I want this. I want you. I need you. I've never felt like this with anyone else." That was it. Whatever animosity was left was thrown out the window. My answer was the answer to his prayers. His hands now stroked every unclothed patch of skin I had, it was just like our little make out session when I dropped him at his house. Only this is the completely uncensored, no holds barred version we both have been dying to experience. Both of us have wanted to cherish. 

He hooked his arms around my neck, clinging for life to me as I explored his neck with my lips, grazing his little Adam's apple with my teeth. His groans matched every little spot I kissed from his neck to his earlobes. His nails clung to my skin for dear life. 

He tensed when I unzipped his black jeans, but I calmed him. "Don't worry about anything baby. You're perfect just the way you are." Logan began to calm down, his panic level dwindling as I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, revealing a rock-hard, uncut seven-inch cock. 

"Oh fuck baby," he would chant as I stroked his cock, using my fingers to spread his pre cum all around the mushroom head while my teeth grazed his earlobe, my body and nostrils flaring with the smell I will now categorize as Logan instead of some cheap-ass cologne. I brought my fingers that held a dollop of pre cum to his lips. He took it in his mouth, no questions asked. 

"Fuck Logan!" I took him in my arms, taking him to my bed where he started to do some exploring of his own, unbuckling and pulling my pants down. 

"Oh gosh Brendan, you're so fucking big!!" he said with a crooked grin as he took in the landscape I presented to him. Almost like how an explorer gazes at the mountain he will climb or how a lioness stalks the next zebra. He just took in all I had. Noticing he was becoming lightheaded, I asked if he wanted to go to sleep and hold each other naked.

"No, no, no I'm okay, it's kinda too much to take in right now. This is happening way too fast for me." Still, that did not stop him from stroking my hard cock. Every time his fingertips touched my piss slit, my nipples would get fully hard and I sucked in my breath with every movement. "Logan baby, suck my cock, please. Don't be scared."

Holy fucking cheeseballs!! The mouth on my Logan is otherworldly. My nipples became fully erect as that wondrous tongue of his touched my piss slit. He would go through a sort of rhythmic activity where he would suck the head, go up and down my phallus and also suck each large nut with loving care. I would sometime stroke his golden hair as he sucked my shaft, taking his time, obviously wanting this moment to last. 

"Oh God baby, stop just kiss me baby," I pulled him off my cock, an audible pop as my mouth connected to his in a heaving scorching kiss. His lips with the tangy flavor of my pre cum only made me harder and enjoy his lips more. 

"Brendan suck my ass please," he said with his ravaged and swollen lips. I had mentally prepared myself for this ever since discovering the pleasures of man-to-man sex on the internet when I was younger, so I knew just the right techniques. I learned how to give a proper blowjob as well as a rim job and how to have clean and hot sex with a male thanks to the World Wide Web. "It'll be my pleasure babe."

I rolled Brendan onto his back. My hands went to his little buds, tweaking them as I spread his legs with my own. "Get ready babe, you don't know what's coming" I warned. A groan was his only response. I growled as I lifted his back with his ass in midair, spreading his glorious cheeks that led to the gateway to heaven with my two hands. I took a whiff of his personal scent, which only made me harder than I could stand. 

His asshole was a sight to see. His pink hole was completely, entirely pink with only a smattering of hairs around his perineum. Even his ass hairs are blond damn him! I inserted my thumb down his hole. "Brendan, what are you doing to me!" he gasped loudly. 

My tongue traced a long wet kiss from his tailbone all the way to his balls. A whimper and groan followed from Logan. I began my full on rimming without cease. I spread his ass until all I could see was the little trail of hair from his crack to his hole taking a whiff of that musky smell that only made me harder. I pushed my tongue through his hole, his manly scent dominating my tongue. "Yes baby, I love you," he said as his ass convulsed, trapping my tongue inside him.

My eyes wandered to those two globes Logan proudly displayed and I immediately began a full on attack. My hands in the meantime were rhythmically stroking his muscular and now sweaty thighs. "Brendan I'M GONNA CUM!!!" he told me. His balls tightened as I began to stroke his marvelous cock. His screams of pleasure and groans were like music to my ears. I felt his cock pulse. 




Heart of Gold Ch. 05



"Ahh Brendan, ahh," which was then followed by a big long jet of cum flying out of his cock and landing on his chest, followed by another long jet that landed on his stomach. I didn't stop my cock tugging until all the Lil' Logans were spewed onto his glorious and sweaty body. I stopped my rimming and immediately went to scoop us as much cum as I could find. 

My taste buds were rewarded with the tangy flavor of his semen mixed with the sheen of sweat that mixed with it. I then fed the remaining cum that was trapped in my mouth to his wanton lips which began a full on war to see who would win and dominate this hot scene. I of course won but he didn't give up, with all the growls and spasms he could throw at me. 

"I wanna suck you cock!" He just went at it without waiting for a response. That's what I like, someone who doesn't beat around the bush. They take charge of what they want. What a kid! As he sucked me off I couldn't help but notice how his hands were tugging at my ass. He slowly took me whole, swallowing me from head to pubic root. 

"Fuck Logan," I began to face fuck him, slowly at first but I knew by the way his hands were pulling at my buns that he was not content with a mere little blow job. "Take it Logan!" a full-on face fuck erupted out of me, a sexual purge that had lain dormant escaped. The sounds Logan made while my balls smacked his chin only made me want to fuck his pretty face harder. I've never been this rough when I had sex before, whether it was Maya or Audrey or any other chick. 

"Ahh, fuck, Logan, I'm gonna cum!!! I'm gonna cum!!!" and with that one long and steady stroke I saw a bright yellow light as I spasmed inside Logan's eager throat. I stood dead still as my balls drained inside Logan's mouth. I swear I blacked out a little before I felt Logan begin to kiss me all round my face and neck, thanking me and loving me with all his heart. 

"I love you Logan!" I told him loudly. My heart resounded in my chest like cymbals, and thinking to myself what would be the best way to end the already dead relationship with Audrey. 

Does It's not you it's me sound better than I think we would be better off as friends or vice versa.