Victor wanted his Tweets bad. Bearing his claws, he
shredded Logan’s clothes off his body. Then with a growl, he picked
him up, slinging him over his shoulder and put him on the dining room table.
“I’m starving and you’re my buffet!” Victor growled as he kissed
Logan’s face and neck. He captured a nipple between his teeth and
bit down, then rubbing his tongue over the spot to gently soothe it.
Logan gasped and arched his back, holding Creed’s head tightly in his hands.
He moaned loudly and started thrusting his cock into Creed’s chest.
He bent down and licked the pre-cum that was forming on his head.
“I’ll be right back,” he said to Logan as he trotted off to the bedroom.
Feeling cold and alone, Logan cried out, “No Pud, come back!”
Before he could sit up, Victor was back with the lube and Easy Anal.
Gathering Logan in his arms he said, “Hush now, I’m back.”
He kissed Logan tenderly then gently bit his bottom lip, sucking
and licking on it. When Logan started to moan, Victor laid him backed
down and pulled up a chair. He applied a small amount of lube on his
stiff cock and putting some Easy Anal on his fingers. He began to
tease Logan’s puckering hole as he licked the head of his weepy cock. When
Logan started to thrash his head back and forth, Victor knew he was ready.
Taking his first two fingers, he jammed them up Logan’s ass as he swallowed
him to the bush.
He screamed and bucked as Victor worked on him, making him
cry out and beg. He moved his mouth down to Logan’s soft, furry balls,
licking and sucking on him slowly as he pushed in another finger. His other
hand reached up and began jacking his cock in time with his finger thrusts.
Then he added a fourth finger, slamming into him as he sucked and jacked.
He could tell Logan was very close; he began babbling and panting. Then
he cried, “Coming! Oh Victor,
I’m coming!” Victor buried Logan’s pulsing cock down his throat and
swallowed the bitter-sweet goodness that was solely his Tweets!
His engorged cock throbbed painfully as he picked Logan’s
twitching form up and held him close, kissing his mouth and face.
As Logan started coming around, he began to moan. He laid his head
on Victor’s shoulder and kissed his neck. When the daze faded, he
noticed that the other man was fully clothed; only his lube-slick cock hung
out.
“Stand up,” Logan said as he unsheathed his claws. Victor obeyed
and with three slashes his clothes fell in strips on the floor. Sheething
his claws, Logan said, “That’s better.”
“Much better,” Victor agreed.
He laid Logan back down and put his legs around his waist.
Positioning himself at Logan’s relaxed opening, he pushed in all the way.
They both howled at the feeling, then Logan wrapped his legs tighter around
Victor’s waist as he began to move slowly within him.
Grabbing Logan hips, Victor pulled him tight to him as he
moved faster. He rammed his cock in and out of Logan, without actually
coming out of him. Finding his prostate, he teased him. Gently
rubbing and nuzzling it with each thrust.
Crying out and clutching at Creed, Logan begged for his release.
Victor took Logan’s cock and immitated the thrusts he was giving Logan’s
ass. Logan begged for faster movements, but Victor refused, wanting
it to last as long as he dared. When he could take it no more, he pounded
in and out of Logan’s ass, jacking him in the same manner.
He came like an errupting volcano, shooting his seed inside
Logan’s molten body. Crying out, Logan came all over his and Victor’s
chest. Victor milked Logan’s cock, pulling out every drop, while his
grew soft and slipped out of Logan’s body.
Gathering Logan in his arms, he kissed him deeply. Logan ran
his tongue on Victor’s bottom lip and nibbled on it.
“More Pud, I need more.”
“That’s just what I’ve been waitin’ to hear! I’m gonna give ya all
that you can handle, Tweets,” Victor promised.
Victor carried Logan to the bedroom and set him on the bed.
They took turns making love to each other until they crawled under the covers,
laying in the spoon position and passed out from sheer exhaustion.
They woke up at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Shrugging
his shoulders, Victor said, “I guess I’m keeping the room for another night.”
Logan called Marie to see how her trip went. He had to make sure everything
was OK for him to stay another night.
Getting Logan’s attention, Victor suggested having her come
to dinner.
This way she could meet and question him without fear, because Logan would
be there. Logan relayed this idea and they all agreed.
“How much time will you need before you’re ready?” Logan asked.
“Oh, I don’t know, at least an hour. I need to shower and change,”
Marie replied.
“Then I’ll pick you up in two hours.”
“Fine, I’ll be ready.”
Logan hung up the phone and said to Victor, “C’mon Pud, let’s get a shower.”
They turned the shower on hot and stepped in. Before Logan
could start on Victor, he dropped to his knees and took Logan into his mouth.
He sucked on him like a baby with a pacifier, hoping to soothe his jangled
nerves. Why did he suggest that? In hind-sight he thought it was an
awful idea! Logan came with a grunt, then picked Victor off his knees.
Seeing his flaxen penis and smelling the strong stench of panic mixed with
fear, told Logan that something was wrong. He took the soap and lathered
Creed’s body, then rinsed him clean.
Grabbing the shampoo, he applied a handful to Creed’s head. It ran
in excess down his face and back!
“Shit! I forgot you don’t need that much, anymore.”
“Yeah, I’ve done that a couple o’ times.”
Victor rinsed the shampoo away, then took the bar of soap,
lathering Logan’s body, then rinsing him clean. He washed and conditioned
his beautiful raven locks, then they stepped out of the shower.
As they dried their bodies off, Logan said, “Talk to me, Pud. What’s
wrong?”
“Nothing,” he answered, shaking his head and turning away from him.
“Don’t turn your back to me and don’t lie to me, EVER!” Logan yelled,
turning Victor to face him.
“Sorry,” he whispered, not looking him in the eye.
“Look at me and answer my question.”
“It’s nothing, really. I’m, I’m just nervous about seeing her again.”
“Why? Look at me. I’m not going to tell you again, the next
time I’ll just turn you over my knee!”
Victor growled, but Logan held his ground. Staring hard at him, he
waited for an answer. Looking him in the eyes, Sabretooth asked,
“What if she just don’t like me? What if she decides she doesn’t want
you involved with me? What then?”
“She won’t. She sees how happy you’ve made me and she wants me to
be happy,” Wolverine explained.
“OK, but worse-case scenario, what if?”
“We’ll cross that bridge ‘if’ we come to it. Come here,” he
said, taking Victor into his arms and kissing him tenderly; trying to calm
his fears.
“How ya getting there?”
“I drove, so I’ll just go pick ‘er up .”
“No, take the limo. This way you’ll have the chance to spend some
time with her without having to worry about the road,” Victor suggested.
“Thanks, Pud,” Logan said as he kissed his cheek and neck.
“Sure. What does she like to drink?”
“She likes bottled water and ‘Diet Coke’. Teenage girls!”
Logan said with a chuckle as he shook his head. “Always on a diet!”
Victor called the limo driver and informed him that he was
going to drive Logan to Westchester. He wanted bottled water, Diet Coke,
and a variety of candy bars placed in the limo. He would be ready to go in
45 minutes.
“About dinner, what does she likes to eat?” Victor inquired.
“How about steaks? I know she likes ‘em and so do we, so that should
make all of us happy. She also likes baked potato with sour cream
and butter and she’s fond of asparagus tips.”
“Great Tweets, your a life saver! How does she like her steak cooked?”
“Rare, just like her dad! Even if I am just a surrogate, my
good taste is rubbing off on her!” Logan bragged.