So this is chapter 3, which I think may contain the best smutty scene I've written yet. I stayed up all night working on this and I have to be in school in like two hours, so cut me a break if you see a mistake, okey dokey? I'll try and get around to fixing them when I can even though I hate doing it. Any volunteers to do it for me? Also, I would like to add that I am not a doofus.

Logan dreamt that he was flying, free like a little bird, his arms extended to his sides, grazing the white fluffy clouds that contrasted so clearly against the vividly blue skies. A seagull flew up beside him to his left, turned up to him, opened it's beak, and made a horrible metallic ringing sound. Logan let out a loud yelp and swatted at the seagull, but it just dodged him, and continued with it's horrendously loud ringing. The the ringing stopped as another seagull approached him from his right and bumped into him. It opened it's beak, but instead of making the same ringing sound like the other seagull had, it spoke, "Logan?"

"Ah! What?" shrieked Logan.

"This is for Dustin!" shouted the seagull, it's voice strangely familiar.

"Huh-" a hard object slammed full force into the side of his face, making the clear blue skies flash white and then quickly plunge him into a reddish black darkness. "Ow!" cried out Logan, his eyes shot wide open and after his vision cleared, he saw a smug looking Chase, glaring down at him with his arms crossed.

"What was that for?" whined Logan, rubbing his sore cheek bone.

"You know freaking well what that was for!" answered Chase angrily.

"I, uh, I have no idea what you're talking about," said Logan coolly, sitting up against the well, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and a Chase who had clearly gone berserk.

"What is wrong with you man? It's freaking Dustin! How could you do that?" asked Chase, his voice having risen an octave higher. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Sorry?" answered Logan, smiling sheepishly. Chase's scowl deepened.

"You think this is funny? It's Dustin for goodness sakes, he still just barely a little kid, h-how- in what world- why, why would you take advantage him like that?"

"What can I say? I was presented with an opportunity and I took. Is that really so wrong?"

"YES IT'S REALLY SO WRONG!" screamed Chase, his face flushed and his curls bouncing wildly. Logan chuckled at this.

"Dude, what is wrong with you, really? You've done some pretty effed up things in the past, but, this, this is crossing the line, this is way past crossing the line, this is, this is-"

"Calm down man, why is this such a big deal to you?"

"W-why? Why? Because it is a big deal! Dustin's my friend! And he looks up to you Logan. He likes you. He really likes you. Why do you think he did it man? He knew what you were asking to do from the beginning, he's not stupid..."

"He knew?" asked Logan, shocked.

"Of course he knew, only you'd be stupid enough to think he'd fall for that. He liked you enough that he wanted to do it even though he knew you were trying to manipulate him. You have no idea how badly you hurt him," said Chase, his voice lowering.

"So he gave me a blow job, knowing what he was doing?" Logan laughed, "What a little slut!" Chase's eyes bulged and his jaw dropped, he looked angrier than Logan had ever seen him. "What?" asked Logan laughing nervously. Chase lifted his arm, his hand curled into a fist, Logan quickly lifted up his arms to cover his face and winced, waiting for Chase fist to strike him again, but it never came. When he lowered his arms he saw Chase's expression had changed, now a there was a look of deep sympathy and regret in his face.

"I'm sorry, for what I did," said Chase looking straight into Logan's startled eyes. Logan knew what he was apologizing for, and it was not for punching him in the face. He looked away, suddenly feeling very, very uncomfortable.

"For what?" asked Logan with his voice cracking. Chase continued staring at him with the same pitying look, but Logan didn't dare look back for fear his eyes and mouth would betray him.

"Okay," said Chase, his voice sounding unusually gravelly. "Just promise me something."

"What?" asked Logan, angry with himself for feeling a stinging in his eyes.

"Promise me, that you will leave Dustin alone. I know why you are how you are," said Chase looking down, "but don't take it out on him. It's my fault, just please, leave him out of it." Logan looked back at Chase not saying a word. "Promise me!" said Chase raising his voice. Logan looked at him for a long time, with a murderous glare, before finally answering,

"Okay."

"Okay," whispered Chase, nodding to himself, "okay." He stood in front of Logan's bed for a couple of seconds, before turning around and walking out of the room. Logan remained sitting cross-legged on his bed, frowning at the door that Chase had just walked out of. With a surge of grim determination he jumped out of his bed, slipped on a pair of shorts, and stormed out of his room and down the hall, half naked. He arrived to his destination quicker than he'd anticipated, his mind still caught up on Chase's words. He looked at the door and felt a twinge of guilt for what he was planning on doing to the person on the other side of it, he started to question his motives. Then he thought of Chase, and it was all the motivation he needed, he gripped the doorknob and swung the door open, bursting into Dustin's room.

Dustin jumped nearly a foot up from where he was sitting when Logan burst in.

"Hey Logan!" said Dustin, ginning broadly.

"Where are your little roommates?" asked Logan looking around the room.

"They went out.. Why?" asked Dustin, eying Logan's torso.

"Because we're going to have sex," said Logan closing and locking the door behind him. Dustin looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Y-y-you, want to have sex, w-with m-me?" asked Dustin when he finally recovered.

"Yeah, unless you have a problem with it.." said Logan nonchalantly. A dark red tinge spread across Dustin's cheeks, all of a sudden his lungs seemed to be failing him, and his heart had decided to beat at a million miles per hour. "You know what," said Logan when Dustin didn't answer, "never-mind, forget I said anything" and with that he turned around.

"No wait!" called out Dustin, sounding a little desperate. He reached forward and grabbed Logan's arm, pulling him back. "I-I'll have it with you."

"That's what I'm talking about," said Logan, his less than excited tone completely missed by Dustin. The older boy pulled down his shorts in one swift move, leaving his entire body free for inspection for Dustin. His mouth agape Dustin grabbed at his upper left arm and pinched himself.

"Ouch," he mumbled quietly.

"What are you doing?" asked Logan looking bemused.

"Just making sure this isn't a dream," said Dustin, smiling shyly.

"It's not," said Logan with a smirk. "So are we doing this or what?" he asked looking up and down at the still dressed blonde.

"Y-yeah, yeah," said Dustin blushing yet again. He pulled off his shirt, and suddenly felt very self-conscious comparing his and Logan's bodies. He quickly pulled down his jeans, then slowed down when he gripped his waist band. If he couldn't measure up to Logan with his upper body, how would he measure up with Logan down there? Dustin hesitated for a second, then closed his eyes and tugged his boxer briefs down in like he were ripping off a band-aid. He looked at Logan to gauge his reaction but the older teen seemed caught up in his own little world. Dustin stood silently as his dick slowly hardened to full size at the prospect of what they were about to do, the entire time ogling Logan's semi-hard, tan knob. After realizing that Logan might not snap out of it on his own, Dustin loudly cleared his throat to catch the older boy's attention.

"Oh," said Logan as if just noticing Dustin, then added another 'oh', along with an eyebrow raise when he saw Dustin's length.

"I'm a virgin!" blurted out Dustin before he knew what he was saying. He mentally slapped himself, but Logan's reaction wasn't anything of what he'd expected, it was barely a reaction at all.

"Okay," said Logan directing him to a bed. When they were both on it, Logan sat cross legged and told Dustin to suck his finger while jerking him off, Dustin obeyed. Partially sitting on his lap, facing him, Dustin felt a bead of pre-cum leak from his own slit as he wrapped his hands eagerly around Logan's cock. Logan pressed three fingers into Dustin's mouth, who began sucking on them the moment they breached his lips. It didn't take long for Logan's length, in between Dustin's fingers, to grow to a full size of nearly seven inches. However, even after Logan's fingers were thoroughly wet he kept Dustin rubbing his engorged cock, not that the younger boy had any objections. Last time, Dustin had barely had a chance to glance at Logan's dick before he'd had his head bobbing on it. This time, though, he would be able to pursue a full inspection of it, and he was transfixed. To have Logan's heated flesh in between his hands, feeling it pulsating in his palms as he slowly stroked it with his pale white hands that contrasted so brightly against the dark, tanned skin on the long, thick shaft leading up to the purple spongy head. That head that he would playfully squeeze with his forefingers to milk out the precum, that preceded the jizz that was currently churning in Logan's large dark balls. Balls that bounced with every single stroke, every second growing tighter and tighter, getting closer and closer to the moment when they would release, all with Logan's hardened, abs tightening and relaxing in the background.

It was all getting to be too much for Dustin, and after seeing Logan's gleaming, pre-cum coated head ooze out a large drop of pre-cum, he couldn't stand it anymore. Pulling off of Logan's wet fingers, Dustin hunched over and pressed his tongue on the bottom of the head, and raked off the salty liquid with it. Logan groaned loudly before burying his hands into Dustin's golden locks, gripping his head tightly and pushing him towards his aching cock. Dustin opened wide and shuddered when he felt Logan's hot, moist cock-head graze his lips and press into his tongue. Logan's hands however, kept pressing more and more pushing his rock hard dick deeper into Dustin's mouth and into his throat. His lips had started to get stretched to their limit when Logan had managed to completely impale Dustin with his engorged sword. Logan held him down for a few seconds before he pulled him up almost to the very top only to push him back down to the base. Dustin had never felt anything so exhilarating before, the rush of superheated flesh rubbing past against his lips over and over had him on the verge of climax, without even touching himself. However, before long Logan pulled Dustin off of his dick, which was now gleaming with his saliva.

"Get on your hands and knees," muttered Logan, breathing heavily. Again, Dustin did as he was told and got on his hands and knees on his roommate's bed. It wasn't long before he felt a cold, wet finger prodding at his rear end orifice, rubbing circles around the outside rim before finally breaking through into him. Dustin hissed through his teeth but that did nothing to stall Logan who had now managed to insert his entire finger into Dustin. He was just beginning to adjust the the pain when another finger breached his hole, spurring another wave up stinging pain in his hole. This time Dustin had to bite his lips to stop himself from crying out. Breathing a little deeper now Dustin tried to adjust but he was quickly stopped in his tracks again by Logan who had now begun to scissor him with his two fingers. Dustin's eyes watered, he was seriously beginning to reconsider being fucked and was about to voice his concerns when a third finger stretched his whole, this time earning a crying whimper from Dustin who now had tears openly streaming down his cheeks.

"Logan, it hurts," cried Dustin softly.

"Just give it a minute," said Logan's voice, as monotonous as ever. About two seconds later Logan began to start pushing his fingers in and out of Dustin's inexperienced boy-hole, getting more whimpers and quiet cries of pain out of the younger boy. Then he felt a jolt shoot through his hole and up his spine as Logan's fingers found something wonderful deep inside of him. Dustin couldn't help but moan loudly at this, feeling the pain starting to ebb away. Soon Dustin was actively pushing himself up against Logan's fingers to try and hit that spot inside of him that produced so much pleasure as much as possible. Just as he was starting to get into a rhythm with Logan's fingers the older boy pulled them out of him. Dustin groaned in disapproval, hating the sudden emptiness he felt behind him. Logan chuckled at this, the first sign of emotion from him in the entire morning. He grabbed his slick, raging hard on and pressed himself hard against Dustin's hole until his crown finally pierced inside. Dustin grunted in discomfort when he felt the large mushroom head inside of him but said nothing. He felt Logan's large hands grasp his hips and then, in one forceful move, he pushed through him all the way in. Dustin yelled as he felt Logan's long, thick, burning rod tear him in a half, producing a mix of both pain and pleasure. Logan was not gentle, once inside he immediately pulled out, almost to the tip and then pushed back in with same force he'd started. Dustin let out a moaning wail that started as a cry of pain and ended in a exclamation of pleasure.

His arms weakened, collapsed underneath him and he slammed the mattress his eyes half-lidded and his jaw dropped, he pressed into the mattress and let out a moan of longing as Logan hit him in that spot once again, a wave of pleasure ripping through his body. Logan pulled out and pushed in again, this time however, Dustin bucked backwards into Logan. Another mind-shattering wave of pleasure rattled Dustin, who was beginning to think he couldn't take another of such wonderful euphoria without passing out. He went on like this for a while, thinking he couldn't take another hit, and then pressing back into the next one. When the sound of flesh against heated, sweaty flesh began to clap loudly Dustin knew neither of them would last much longer. Logan's thrusts started to become erratic Dustin mustered all his strength and pushed himself back up on his hands and then only to his knees, to ride out the climax as hard as possible. Throwing his arms back to hold onto Logan's neck, he moaned and groaned louder than ever as Logan's cock went in deeper than before. His balls tightening and his orgasm rapidly approaching, Dustin tightened his rectal muscles hard around Logan's intruding sex organ, getting a particularly loud moan from him for it.

"Logaan-" started Dustin. Logan, understanding, wrapped his right hand around Dustin's shaking pink cock. Tightening himself around Logan as much as possible and pressing himself against the older teen's solid chest shuddered his first spurt onto his own pale chest. Expertly milked by Logan's strong hand, Dustin shot himself in the face more than a couple of times, leaving long, stringy white marks from his forehead to his smooth pubic area. Halfway through his climax he felt Logan shudder from behind him and his cock engorge one final time inside of him as he shot his own stream hot, milky white juices deep into him, filling him to the brim, and then shooting some more, causing some to spill out of him and down the insides of his thighs. Logan moved his hand over Dustin's chest and held him tightly throughout the entire time, groaning softly in the blonde's ear as he came.

Spent and exhausted, Dustin collapsed back into Logan and breathed out a sigh of satisfaction. Logan held him quietly for a long while before gently lying him onto the bed., however he did not stay, after setting Dustin down he climbed off the bed and quickly pulled his clothes.

"Logan?" asked Dustin turning to look at Logan inquisitively. "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah," said Logan avoiding the other boy's eyes.

"Why?" asked Dustin, a trace of betrayal in his voice.

"Because," started Logan, thinking quickly, "I should get out of here before your friends get here."

"It's okay, they won't be here for a couple of hours," said Dustin. Logan stopped and thought for a moment.

"What if Zoey comes over, and she finds out?" asked Logan.

"So what?"

"We can't let anyone find out, Dustin!

"Why?" asked Dustin, the betrayal now clearly audible in his voice.

"Because.." started Logan again, "because Chase doesn't want us together.'

` "Oh," said Dustin glumly. Logan quietly sighed in relief. "Okay, bye then," he said softly. Logan walked out looking the same way he had when he'd walked in, except sweatier. Logan walking slowly, lost in thought when he noticed he'd almost run into a tomato-red faced Chase.

"Hey Chase," said Logan.

"What did you do?" asked Chase in a loud, wavering voice. Confused by the question, he turned around and saw that he'd barely gone twenty paces from Dustin's room, leaving him blatantly red-handed. Caught completely by surprise, Logan remained speechless. Chase lifted his fist and before Logan could react he was lying on the hallway floor hold his jaw and groaning in pain.

A/N: Don't forget to review, chances are I'll be more up to updating if you guys give me something for it xD