OUT - A Gay Story (BoyXBoy)

Wednesday - Part 4

"Walt." I heard someone say. "Walt, can you hear me?" This time a little bit less muffled. "Walter." I turn my head to the side to only see a shirtless Logan Wolf.

"Where am I?" My question echoing as if we're millions of miles apart.

"We're in a tunnel. In the dark. You brought me here." He said, slowly. He reached out his hand and placed it on my shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"What you've always wanted me to do." He replied, seductively. I can feel him coming closer and closer as his breath begins to warm my mouth. His bright red lips are the only thing I can see in this lonely, darkened, hollow tunnel. "No one will ever find out." Our mouths find their way to meet each other as he pushes me against the hard, cold wall of the abandoned hole of rock. He slips his hands underneath my shirt. He pinches my skin but I'm too busy disregarding the pain. I grab the end of my shirt and off my torso it goes.

"Dude. Dude. Walt, wake up. Holy shit, man."

"Ow!" I am awakened by a shirt whip to the face. "What the hell?" I rub my eyes from fatigue.

"Do you not realize what you were doing in your sleep?" He asks.

"No? And why am I shirtless?" Was he trying to take advantage of me in my sleep? Man, I wish.

"You're shirtless because you were making moaning sounds and you sat up and stripped yourself all in your sleep."

"Did...I...really?" My eyes widening.

"Yes. It was weird as hell and I don't wanna know what you were dreaming about."

You. "I didn't realize I slept for several hours. Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay. You've been sick all day, man."

"Yeah, true. So, anything happen at school today?" I ask, trying to make an intriguing conversation.

"Not really. Mr. Cox is just an ass." He says as he pulls clothes from each of his drawers.

"How ironic. First he's a dick and now he's a butt. Haha"

"Haha, yep. Well, I'm going to go take a shower then I think my mom said dinner is almost ready so you should get up now."

"I will in a few." He walks out his bedroom door and into the bathroom where I know what he's doing and what I wish to see.

"Walter!" Mrs. Wolf howls.

"I'll be down in a sec, Mrs. Wolf."

"Alright. Just letting you boys know dinner is about done."

"Thank you!" I shout from upstairs to the kitchen.

I release myself from underneath Logan's sheets and get under way down the hall, but before I reach the top of the stairs, I hear music coming from the bathroom. I lean my ear against the door and listen to the song being played. The song fits well with how I feel about Logan. I continue to concentrate on the lyrics and paint a picture in my head of what Logan looks like as of right now. I can't help myself but stand for a longer time against the door of what lies behind a bare Logan.

"Whoaaa ahh" I shout as I fall over onto the wet bathroom floor.

"What the heck are you doing?" A drenched Logan exclaims.

"Um, uh..." I stutter.

"Were you trying to open the door?"

"Oh, God, no. No. Not at all."

"Then how could you have fallen over like that?"

"Uh, I-I-I was just trying to figure out what that song was you were blasting."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, man. Haha. Sorry. Your mom called us downstairs to eat so I'm gonna get going."

"Weirdo." He said softly behind my back.

We both parted ways as I continued downstairs and him into his room. I think stuffing some porkchops and asparagus into my stomach will help calm me down a little. Other than that, I still need to figure out what I'm going to do when Logan asks me about meeting Phoebe. Hopefully I'll have the rest of the night to think it all through and by morning I'll have it all planned out.