44. Stay Away

Daniel

I'm staring down at Logan. He is just lying there, panting, covered in sweat and cum. And I feel ashamed.

I don't know what came over me earlier. It was as if I was possessed by somebody else. I didn't feel like me anymore as I forced myself on him.

I wanted to pour all my rage into him, somehow blaming him for all the mess in my life.

I take my shirt off and then help him stand up.

"Shit...Logan shit..." I breathe heavily, trying to find the right word. Should I apologize to him? Is he even mad? Why is he smiling? If he's mad, he shouldn't be smiling right now?

I offer my shirt to him so he can clean up, kind of like a peace offering. "Wow, Danny, I didn't know you were so sexually frustrated. And all that pent-up anger? I wish you would've just told me and we would've had our first time properly."

"What do you mean properly?" I ask.

"You know, we could've done this in a more romantic setting. With candles and flowers and shit," Logan smirks.

So he seems fine, and here I am, b