"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
On our way to the hockey game, I sat in the backseat and prodded my sister with random questions. She rolled her eyes and looked out the window.
"I don't know," she said.
"No idea? No dreams or anything?"
"Why are you asking?" She looked over at my quickly and raised an eyebrow.
"I dunno."
Mom looked behind the seat at the both of us. "What are you kids talking about?"
"Logan's being a weirdo," Presley said snottily.
"Don't call him a weirdo," mom said. I heard my father chuckle.
"He wants to know what I'll be when I grow up."
"What do you want to be?" Mom asked. I nodded and smiled at my sister smugly, but she sighed real loud.
"I dunno. Get married or something."
I giggled.
"What do you want, Logan?" asked my mother. She looked right at me and grinned.
"I dunno. Get married or something," I copied my sister. The idea of getting married sounded fun. What kind of person would I end up with? It seemed weird that I would be a husband someday.
Logan remained silent and James started to feel like a fool, thinking maybe this was a bad idea.
"I," James continued hesitantly. "I want you to know that I'll always be here. When you were upset the other day because you didn't know where I was, it really made me think. I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere, and that I'll always come home to you. So? So? Will you be my husband?"
"Isn't it a little fast?" Logan asked quietly.
"Yeah but I don't care." James took both of Logan's hands and held them tight. "I. Love. You."
The blind boy slowly released himself from James's hands and put his up on his face. He cradled his cheeks, wishing he could look at him. Then Logan sat forward and placed a tiny kiss onto James's lips. Silence surrounded them, but he finally broke it with a tender whisper.
"Yes," Logan said. "I will."
James sighed in relief. He slumped against Logan and held onto him tight. "I love you," James whispered back.
"I love you, too."
"I'll do anything for you."
"I wish I could do anything for you."
"Well…"
"Hmmm?"
"You can do something for me, if you want."
"What is that?" Logan asked innocently.
"Can you suck my dick?"
"Suck it?"
"Yeah, I'll tell you. Do you want to?"
"I'll do it," Logan said. He smiled.
James lay down on his back and gently led Logan's face down to his crotch. He took his cock in his own hand and gently stroked it.
"What do I do?" Logan asked.
"Put your hand on it," James said. Logan complied. He wrapped his fingers tenderly around the width of it.
"Now?"
"Put it in your mouth. At your own pace. Open up wide and slowly ease it inside. But make sure you have lots of spit and use your tongue. Don't feel pressured."
"Oh, okay. Well tell me if I do anything wrong, okay?" Logan smiled. Opened his lips and stretched them around the head of James's dick.
"Ah…ah…suck on it, okay?" James groaned.
Logan did his best to suck on the dick. He let some spit dribble out from his lips and run down the length of the shaft.
"Can you go a little further, baby?"
Slowly, the blind boy pushed his mouth further and further over James's penis. Sucking and now licking, he took it fairly deep. James groaned and gyrated his hips upward. "Oh my God," he moaned. "Feels so good. Ohhh man. Holy shit."
Logan smiled with the cock in his mouth. James reached out and gently guided his head up and down along his cock.
"Is that okay?" James asked.
"Mhhmm," Logan hummed.
James continued to move Logan's head until he worked it himself. He sucked and sucked, keeping his lips tight around the shaft.
"Oh God, Logan, oh my GOD!" James shouted. "Stop stop stop." He moved Logan's head away.
"What's wrong?"
"It's too good," James laughed. "I don't want to nut just yet."
"Nut?"
"Orgasm. I don't want to do it like that. Sit on it."
"Sit on it?"
"Yeah, just sit on it. Okay, get on your feet and squat over me. Face my feet."
Logan shifted apprehensively and carefully put his legs on either side of James's body. He put his butt to his boyfriend's face, just a few inches above his hips. James held onto his own dick, slathered it with lube, and touched the tip against Logan's ass.
"Comfortable?"
"Kinda," Logan said quietly.
"Take your hands and spread your butt cheeks, okay? And then I'll put my dick inside."
"Okay."
He complied, taking his cheeks in his hands and spread them wide. James's penis throbbed as he saw the tight little hole he was about to conquer. Logan was shaking a little bit.
"You alright?" James asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, I dunno, a little nervous."
"It's fine. You like it anyway."
"True…"
James jerked himself off real quick and then pushed up against Logan's asshole. He slid inside just a bit. Logan cried out in pleasure and pain, but remained steady on his feet. Once James had about an inch of ass covering his cock, he placed his hands on Logan's hips and slowly lowered him down.
"Take it, baby," James said.
"Mmmm it feels good," Logan moaned. He began to bob up and down on James's thick cock. "Sooo good."
"I love you," James groaned.
"Love you too," the smaller boy whined. He touched his left hand with his right, feeling over the little ring. Three smooth stones faceted into a thin band. Logan had nothing to lose, getting married, but he wondered if James would be happy like that. It was really fast.
"Ride that dick baby," James said. "Ohh fuck, ride that fucking dick, Logan."
"Aahhh, yeah," Logan moaned. He bounced on James's big fat dick, taking it deeper and deeper. He replaced his left hand with how own dick and began to jerk himself off. It felt awkward but good. James thrust his hips against Logan's ass, pounding and slapping his skin in pleasant ecstasy. Beads of sweat raced down Logan's back. He sat far enough that he took the entire length of the cock.
"Oh shit," James cried. "You're taking it all. Ohh, fuck. Fuck! Fuck that dick, Logan! Oh! OH!" He grabbed Logan's body and jammed his waist as hard as he could into it, crying out as a thick, creamy load filled his ass. Logan whined at his actions.
"Was that it?" Logan asked. "Was that your orgasm?"
"Y-yeah," James panted. He dropped his hands from Logan's body and flopped back against the bed. "Damn. What about you?"
Logan sat up enough that James's deflating erection slid out of his ass, followed by a hot load of cum. He winced as it oozed out, and then he turned around to face James. He smiled coyly and showed him the stream of his own semen on his palm.
"You came?" James asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeh, just softly I guess."
"That's cute."
Logan laid his chest flat down on James's and cuddled up against him. They kissed a few times. James touched the side of Logan's face, tracing small circles with his index finger, and then held him to the crook of his neck. He ran his fingers through his short, dark hair and sighed.
"You'll be a great husband," James whispered.
"I dunno. But you will. I know that."
"I'll try. Does it make you happy?"
"What, getting married?"
"Yeah."
"It does," Logan mumbled. "I never thought it would happen to me, but I always wanted it. When I was little, I used to dream about getting married."
"To a woman?"
"Honestly, I never thought about who I would marry. Women seemed funny. It felt like I wouldn't make a good male sorta guy."
"Male sorta guy? Hahaha! You're adorable." James hugged Logan real tight and kissed him on the top of the head. "Well, we are gonna be engaged for a little while. We can start planning the marriage, but not too soon."
"Okay. It's up to you."
"Mmmm alright. Are you sleepy?"
"Yeah. This orgasm stuff makes me super tired."
"Uh huh, it does that." They snuggled against each other a bit tighter and slowly drifted off into sleep.
