MFT 2/ Final Class

Kendall's dad

When we had played the game for a few hours, I noticed that it started to snow. In September? That's pretty unusual and something I haven't experienced myself. "Have you ever experienced it snowing in September?", I asked Logan as we both finished a slope cup. Shortly after I said that, Logan got up from the couch, stood in front of the window, and looked outside. "Logan? Is everything okay?", I asked as he stood rigidly in front of the window and didn't say anything for a while. When he continued to pay no attention to me, I decided to get up and go to him. Now I looked out the window as well and noticed that Logan had tears running down his cheeks and he continued to watch the snowflakes as if in a trance. "What's wrong Logan?", I asked worriedly, shaking him briefly. "I'll explain later. Just leave me alone for a minute," he asked and I decided to comply with his request, disappearing into the bathroom in the meantime. After a short while I left the bathroom again and sat back down with Logan who seemed to have calmed down. "Everything okay again?", I asked Logan as I stroked his arm and he looked at me a moment later.

"Somewhat Kendall," he replied, nodding briefly. "You want to tell me what just happened?", I asked looking at him intently. "Yes," he replied, wiping tears from his cheeks. "It's quick to explain. Before Mum was shoved into surgery, and she apparently already knew she wouldn't survive, she told me a significant phrase. "When it starts snowing, I think of you my boy. If one day I won't be alive, that will be the sign that I'm thinking of you," he told me and I saw some tears running down his cheeks again. "That's really sad," I mentioned and gave Logan a hug. He leaned into my embrace and put his hands around me. "You know what I thought about my dad back when he left us?", I asked him and Logan looked up at me confused. "Your dad died too?" he asked softly, looking at me tensely. "Yes, exactly ten years ago and I still miss him very much to this day," I replied. "How come you never told me about it before?". "It's pretty hard for me to talk about it. But the thing I really wanted to tell you is that you always have to think that your mum is with you. You can't see her, yet she sees you every day and knows exactly what you're doing," I explained.

"That's a better option than saying you'll never see the person again," Logan mentioned, sitting back down next to me. "What happened to your dad, if you want to talk about it?" he asked, looking at me. "My dad was a pilot and he died in a plane crash. I was just six years old and Katie was only 2. She didn't get to see what happened to Dad one day, but I knew what happened. On the day in question, Mum, Katie and I were at home waiting for Dad to come back to us from his long flight from Canada. He said he would be home that evening between 7 and 9 pm. Mum and I were looking forward to seeing Dad again after such a long time, as he had been away for just under three weeks. But he never arrived home. Before it got to 7pm, Mum got a call from the police. They told her that Dad had just died in a plane crash and he couldn't stabilize the plane because an engine had failed. At this point I didn't really understand what had happened, but I could tell from Mom's reaction that something bad must have happened. She cried terribly and could not talk to me for the first time about what had happened. When she calmed down after some time, she told me what had happened to Dad and I couldn't understand it. My dad, whom I loved more than anything in this world, was suddenly dead and I knew I would never see him again."

"That's really awful," Logan said when I told him the story. "Yeah, we both lost a parent," I mentioned, looking at him. "Tragic, however we both still have our little sisters," Logan stated and smiled at me. "Do you want to spend the night?", Logan asked me, looking at me. "I'd love to. I'll just let Mum know that I'll be spending the night at a mate's house," I explained and immediately texted Mum. "What are we going to do for the rest of the evening?", I asked Logan tensely. "I don't know. I have to take Shadow for a walk again," Logan remembered and shortly after we headed out. Again we walked along the avenue and a short time later walked back to the apartment. After we arrived back at the apartment, I started kissing Logan on the neck. He enjoyed it and didn't stop me. I led him further into the kitchen, pressed him against the refrigerator and pulled his shirt over his head. I played with his nipples with my fingers and continued to kiss his neck. Logan moaned more and more frequently and rubbed his hips against mine, and I could already feel his strong erection. I moaned out briefly and rubbed my hips against him as well. "You are so hard Logan," I moaned as I also felt the blood running to my groin. I quickly pulled off his pants including his boxers and threw everything on the floor of the kitchen. Hungrily I kissed him all over his body and then knelt in front of him. "Happy Birthday Logan," I whispered and slowly started pumping his cock. "Oh my God!" moaned Logan, burying his fingers in my blonde hair. After a short while when his penis was half stiff, I started taking Logan's erection in my mouth and sucking hard on his glans. "Fuck Kendall," he moaned loudly and gasped.

"I'm cumming," Logan moaned, squirting inside me for a short time. "Fancy a second round of birthday boy?", I asked, looking at him eagerly. "I'd love to," he replied, and a short time later he ripped my pants off my body, including my boxers and shirt, and started kissing me wildly on my neck. After a short time he spread kisses on my chest and on my belly. After that, he briefly looked up at me and started to pump my cock slowly. After he did that, he spoiled me with his tongue. Slowly he stroked my glans with his tongue, making me moan. A short time later, I pushed Logan belly-first against the refrigerator and prepared him. Again and again he hissed in pain, but quickly that pain was replaced by pleasure. Gently I thrust into him and heard him groan loudly. When he got used to me, I increased my pace and supported myself on his shoulders. After a short while, I felt that I was close to my climax and pumped Logan's cock to match my thrusts. "Happy Birthday Logan Mitchell," I moaned as we both experienced our orgasm simultaneously. Logan continued to lean against the refrigerator and gasp. With an exhausted look, he turned to me and watched as I licked his cum off my hand. "Good boy," he said, and we both grinned in response.