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------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 Logan
Logan sat on his bed in his room. He wasn't able to sleep. He looked over at the clock on the night stand. It read 1am. He needed to be up in four hours to get ready for his morning skate session with his coach and Jjay.
Logan paid for morning ice time so he and Jjay could get all the practice in they could before they leave for college. Their coach was happy to train them personally.
He heard footsteps out in the hall of the house. ~Tyler must be up~ Logan thought
Tyler was his little brother and the only reason he still stayed at his house.
Logan's parents were only parents in name. He didn't refer to them as mom and dad, but as Mother and Father, sometimes not even that.
Long ago his parents decided that work and money were more important than raising their kids, or even caring about them. They provided a big house and all the clothes and items their kids could want, but what they didn't provide was the most important thing. Any ounce of caring.
Five years ago Logan wound up in the hospital after being hit awkwardly into the boards. He stayed there for a week. Not once did his parents come to visit him. The only reason Tyler came was because Jjay got his mother to drive him over to visit. Tyler still believes his parents could do no wrong, even at thirteen years old, he still believed that.
~Then again when I was thirteen I was in the hospital after that hit~
He again heard the soft footsteps of his brother going back into his room. After a few minutes of silence, he heard the slight sound of Tyler's bed moving.
~To be that age again~ Logan thought. He tossed and turned for another hour before finally falling asleep, only to wake again 3 hours later to get ready for practice.
When he arrived at the ice rink Jjay was already waiting for him on the ice.
"Daaaaaamn dude, you like tired," Jjay said. "Didn't sleep much?"
"That is the understatement of the century. I finally fell asleep three hours ago.
Only to have to wake up and come here and skate around and get even more tired before school." I said back.
"Sounds like a sleep though English kind of day,"
"I think your right," I said, "If only Mr. Goldman didn't hate me and let me sleep; probably can sleep in Math though. He's giving us back our tests from last week today."
"Ah it's a test fixing day." Jjay said.
Test fixing days is something our Math teacher like to do. He gives you back your test and you have the class period to fix answers for half the points back. I always pass with flying colors on the tests so I could only get at most 5 points back usually.
"Yea, so I'm probably gonna just pass out."
Our coach skated on to the ice and started to drill us.
After an hour work session we walked into the locker rooms and showered.
Me and Jjay walked to my car and got in.
"How's it going with Cody?" I said. "Haven't heard you say much about him."
"It's going; he's a real easy choice. He already had the skater look going for him, his clothing works perfectly so we only need to buy a few things for him." Jjay said, "He's been working on his personality, generally a boring all around choice. How's Dylan going for you?"
"Making progress. He keeps eye contact with me more and he has started to loosen up. He almost needs a complete new wardrobe. Only saved and few shirts and like 6 pairs of pants," I said, "We are going out after school to get the clothing." "You paying?"
"Yea, he's family is barely making ends meet, so I decided to pay for it all."
"Your monetary givers know about this?" Jjay said, referring to Logan's parents.
"What are they going to do about it? They still think giving me money is a sign that they love me. So when I buy things with it. They think it means I love them." Logan said.
"When you put it that way it sounds so simple."
"It is when you get the hang of how to use people for your own advantage. Something my rents trained me to do since I was young." I said.
"Good thing you only use that power against them,"
"And against opponents," Logan said, "It also makes me a very good people watcher."
"That's something that's going to get you into the NHL." Jjay said.
"That and my awesomeness" Logan said.
We arrived at school and walked towards our lockers. The stares we get from people in the halls were something we've both gotten use too.
Jjay was one of those people who loved being watched and in the light; which is what made him the perfect sniper in hockey and also the perfect Alternate captain, he probably would be captain if it wasn't my nack for making things happen than again when I make things happen it is usually involving him.
Me on the other hand; the spotlight wasn't something I craved; at least I told myself I didn't crave it. If I did crave it I would have taken my spot as number one long ago. Who knows maybe I do actually want to be in it. I looked around and saw all the looks the girls were giving us. It was the `I'd drop my pants right now for you' look. I played it off well. All the looks. They weren't who I wanted right now. The person on my radar is slowly happening. Soon he will be mine.
We stopped at our lockers and grabbed our books for our first class; English with Mr. Goldman. As I said before He doesn't like me. He doesn't seem to like any of the popular crowd. Probably because when he was in school he wasn't one of them and was picked on.
I never did anything to upset him at all, I show up on time, sit in my seat in the back, talk to Jjay until class starts I shut up let him teach, answer question when asked, than bell rings and I leave. I do well on tests, don't talk back. No reason to hate me. But for some reason he does.
Oh well it doesn't matter. This is my left year in this school and then I'm done and I can leave. Off to Bemidji State, to play hockey with a full ride. No need to have my parents money hang over my head anymore and as I said before if it wasn't for my letter brother Tyler, I would never talk to them again.
"Hey Log," He heard Jjay say.
"Yea what?" Logan said. He shook his head and looked at his best friend.
"We going to class? The bell rings soon."
"right yea, let's go."
They walked to class and sat in their seats in the back. Mr. Goldman sat in his desk and watched them two of them sit down; giving them the worst teacher look ever. You know the look teachers, or parents in general give you when they know you are bullshitting the head slighting downturned, eyebrow raised, eyes staring directly into yours. Yea that look was the one they were receiving when Mr. Goldman now.
"I really want to know why he hates me." Logan said quietly to Jjay, "I know I don't ace his class last year, but I solid B'd it. It's not like I cut corners either. I don't want to ruin my chance at my scholarship."
"I don't know dude. Maybe when we graduate you can ask him why he dislikes you."
"That would be great. I toss my tassel over my hat, walk over to him and say `Dude, why do you hate me? You can finally tell me now that I'm not your student.' Would work perfectly." I said back to Jjay. Just than the bell rand and ended our conversation.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dylan
After school ended Logan and Dylan walked through the local mall. They walked into the first store, American Eagle. This was Dylan's favorite place to shop. They browsed through the racks, with Logan picking out various items and throwing them to Dylan. They walked back to the changing rooms and Dylan walked into one of them. Logan followed him into it.
"Why are you in here with me?" Dylan said. He was worried. He was wearing the briefs the Logan had picked up the other day. ~stupid Colin, forcing me to wear these things! I know Logan said not to worry about it but still. I'm going to be changing in front of Logan Kessler and I'm wearing briefs!~
"Because are you going to want to keep walking in and out of the dressing room after every shirt and pants you try on? No? It just makes it easier if I'm in here." Logan said.
Dylan sighed and took off his shirt and tried the first one on. His grey waist band and red material was visible from the top of his pants. He worked his way through the shirts two piles forming.
Soon came the pants. This was the article of clothing Dylan was dreading. But he sucked it up and dropped his pants.
"Decided to stop caring about what people think?" Logan said. He slightly moved his hand and adjusted himself. It happened so fast Dylan barely noticed it. ~is Logan hard?~ he asked himself ~no he can't be, he's straight. Must have imagined it~
"Not so much, my friend Colin is forcing me to wear these for a week" Dylan said.
This was met with a raised eyebrow from Logan.
"We were wrestling and I let him pin me, He set this as my punishment. I pinned him later and set the same thing as his." Dylan said.
Another raised eyebrow.
"I don't think there is anything else left to explain. He didn't own any so we went out and bought some for him? Doesn't really add much to help me at all." Dylan said, "He's my best friend, we have a weird relationship."
"I just wanted to see if there was anything embarrassing I could get you to tell him." Logan said with a smile. "No real reason to the eyebrows."
"You're a jerk," Dylan joked.
"Just start trying on the pants so I don't have to see the stiffy your starting to pop." Logan said. He nodded his head towards Dylan.
Dylan looked down and saw his crotch start to bulge more. A full face of red appeared on him.
"Dude it happens. Sorry for pointing it out." Logan said. "If it makes you feel any better about wearing briefs though, I'm wearing a pair right now." He pulled his Calvin Klein waist band up from his pants revealing the material and sure enough he was.
Dylan turned even redder. He pulled the pair of pants on to hide his erection which was growing more now. "The pants fit."
"That's good; all the other pants are the same size and fit, so we should be good on them and to save yourself from more embarrassment I'm going to leave the dressing room to allow you to change back in piece, and to get yourself under control." Dylan felt another small blush appear across his face.
"Also to let you know, you have nothing to be embarrassed about in that department. Plus you look hot in briefs" Logan said. And at that he left the dressing room with the pile on `No' shirts.
"Wha?" Dylan said wide eyed. Did Logan just say that to him? That guy loved saying things to make Dylan blush.
After Dylan got himself organized in the dressing room and walk out with the clothing they were going to buy. He met up with Logan who was standing by the underwear rack. "Any special underwear requests?" He said to me.
"Ummm..." Dylan said looking down,
"Ummm... is not a type of underwear, and my eyes are up here." Logan said, he lefted Dylan's head up to face his, "Do I have to start spraying you with water every time you look down?"
Another blush across Dylan's face. He really needed to find a way to control that. Or find a way to make Logan stop saying and doing the things he does. "No you don't" He mumbled.
"As I said before, what do you want? Boxers, Boxer-Briefs, or the Briefs they just started selling again?" Logan said.
"Boxer-briefs and the regular Briefs I guess." Dylan said. Did he just seriously say to buy the briefs?
"Okay," Logan said, he grabbed a few pairs of each, taking advantage of the 2 for 20 deal. They rung out the total which reach the mid $100 range.
"I feel really bad for having you pay for these things," Dylan said to Logan. "Don't worry about it. Just improve on your eye contact and we will be good." Logan said. He grabbed some of the bags as did Dylan.
They left the mall after hitting a few more stores. Nothing largely happened in them. They were in the car on the way home to Dylan's house when he asked. "Did you mean what you said back in the dressing room? About me looking good?" "Yea I did, got a problem with that?" Logan said.
"No, I just wasn't expecting it; I've also never heard anyone tell me I looked good." "I believe I actually used the term, hot and not good." Logan said. They arrived at Dylan's house.
"You need help carrying the stuff in," he heard Logan said. He shook his head no and grabbed everything.
"See you tomorrow Dylan, we have to start working on the clothing you are wearing to the announcement party next week." Logan said.
"See yea." Dylan said. He walked into the house and found he was alone except for his 13 year old brother Zach, who was sitting on the couch in his tighty whities. "Why are you sitting on the couch in your undies Zach?" Dylan said, he set his stuff down on the ground.
"Because Mom and Dad aren't going to be home until late, so I decided I wanted to just sit around in my undies! Got a problem with that?" Zach said
"Just as long as that is all you are doing." Dylan mumbled to himself.
"What do you mean by that?" Zach said.
"Mean by what?" Dylan said. He didn't want to have this conversation with his brother. ESPECIALLY if he never had jacked off before. He read to many stories to know what that leads to.
"Just as long as that's all I'm doing." Zach said.
"Oh nothing, I didn't mean anything at all." Dylan said hoping that pushes Zach away from the conversation.
"Okay!" His little brother said, "You want to join me? It's fun to just sit on the couch with barely anything between you and it!"
"Maybe later Zach, I have something to take care of up in my room. I'll be down after." Dylan said.
He ran up to his room and dropped the bags and his book bag onto the ground. He walked over to his door and closed and locked it. Didn't want Zach coming up to see what he was doing.
He took off his shirt and looked at himself in his full length mirror. He ran his hands down his chest. Feeling the bumps that were his abs, than up to hi pecs; running his hand over his nipples. A slight moan escaped his lips. He undid his belt and popped the button on his jeans and slowly lowered them and when they fully exposed his bulge he dropped them and stepped out of them.
He stared at himself in the mirror. He was just in his FTL red briefs with the grey waistband. His semi was already starting to push the material off of his body. He guessed he looked alright. He wouldn't consider himself hot, like Logan said. Maybe cute, but not hot. He spun around in a circle looking at himself in the briefs. They did fit him great and hockey ass did look great in them. He ran his right hand over his bulge as his left hand rubbed his nipple.
Dylan reached his hand into the underwear and grabbed his manhood and started to stroke it. He fell back onto his bed and pulled himself out of the underwear and started to slowly stroke himself. While his right hand was moving up and down his left hand was rubbing his stomach. A slight moan escaping his lips.
He closed his eyes and felt someone kissing his neck. He opened his eyes and found Logan on top of him kissing his neck. A louder moan escaped his lips as his neck started to be worked. A hand pushed his own hand of his penis. It was then he realized that Logan had his hand on his dick.
"Oh god, Logan," Dylan moaned. He felt Logan lips leave his neck. Than a warmth on his cock. Oh god. He thought as he felt Logan's mouth on his dick. Logan started to move his mouth up and down on his manhood. Than another hand squeezing his butt cheeks running the fingers up and down his crack. He felt the finger touch his rim. It slowly pushed in.
Dylan's eyes opened wide with the pleasure that was running through him. He didn't last long, "Oh god, Logan, I'm cu... I'm cumming." A loud moan escaped his lips as he shot onto his chest and the wall behind him, and some getting in to his hair. This surprised him he still thought that Logan's mouth was on him. He looked down and realized it had all been a fantasy. He was alone.
~it felt so real...~ he though. He looked down at his chest and saw the pearly white liquid in streaks across his chest. He then looked at the wall behind him and saw streaks there. And then he touched his hair and felt a few drops there. ~wow, I shot a lot~
He got up and cleaned himself off before opening on of the new pair of red American Eagle briefs Logan bought him that day. He put them and saw looked at himself in the mirror. They looked better on him than the FTL did. He grabbed his shirt he had on earlier and made a call to Colin inviting him over to hang out and walked down to his little brother who was still on the sofa in his undies and joined him.
"You are wearing undies like me!" His brother said. "I thought you wore stupid boxers."
"I like to wear undies like you sometimes." Dylan said, "They feel nice and boxers aren't stupid. You just don't like them."
"They are stupid. They bunch up and hurt when I'm running around!" Zach said.
Logan ruffled his little brother hair, causing his little brother to laugh.
"What was that for?" Zach said.
"No reason, don't worry about it."
"Okay!" Zach said. He curled up next to Dylan laying his head on his older brother's chest.
Dylan wrapped his arm around his little brother and they sat there and watched TV until Dylan got up to order pizza.
When the doorbell rang Dylan pulled shorts on and opened the door to see Colin standing there. "Oh hey," Dylan said,
"Don't see too excited to see me" Colin said,
"Oh it's not that, I thought you were the pizza guy." Dylan said, "Come on in, my parents aren't here so me and Zach are just sitting watching Tv."
"IN OUR UNDERWEAR" Zach yelled from the next room over.
"Are you now?" Colin said, raising an eyebrow at Dylan.
"Yea we were." Dylan said. A car pulled into the driveway and the pizza guy got out of the car. Dylan moved to the side to allow Colin in.
Dylan had money from the allowance his parents gave him for chores he does around the house. So he paid for the pizza. Zach jumped off the sofa when Dylan appeared with the pizza and ran into the dining room.
Dylan set the pizza down and walked into the kitchen to grab three plates. When he walked back in he saw a site that made him smile. Zach had somehow convinced Colin to join them in their underwear party. Leaving Colin in his Billabong T-shirt and Black Calvin Klein Briefs. He had Zach in an arm lock. The younger boy was laughing as Colin was tickling him.
"Oh stop messing around. Foods ready."
The three boys dug into the food and in a few minutes the pizza was gone. The retired to the living room where they sat on the sofa. Zach took the same position he was in earlier with his head resting on his brothers chest and Dylan arm over him.
Dylan looked over at Colin than down at his brother and smiled. He was happy here. If he could be like this now, he knew he could act like this in front of Logan eventually. Act comfortable and be able to have a conversation with him without blushing or looking at the ground. Yea he could do it...
Well there is the third chapter of 'I'll Make you Popular' I hope you enjoyed it. I appologize for all the grammar mistakes.
I am very bad at grammar and I always will be! :D
I also ask you to be patient in how long it will take me to update. I'm really bad at focusing.
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