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Previous chapters: Part 1, Part 2
Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)
Today, 18 year old high school senior Logan sent me the third part of his high school diary.
I popped the DVD into the player and watched as screen filled with the
picture of a locker room. It looked almost like surveillance camera
footage, and I suspected that Logan had hidden the camera on top of one
of the lockers.
The room was empty. Jackets and jeans, shoes and bags were lying on the benches and the floor.
Suddenly, the door opened and a group of guys walked in, cheering and
laughing. All of them were wearing identical singlets of various colors.
It was a motley crew of 18ish boys, all of them lean and muscular. The
Josiah E. Bartlett High School Wrestling Team, among them blond
wrestling champion Logan.
“Hey, Leroy”, Logan shouted, addressing a young African-American guy with short, curly black hair.
Leroy turned around, grinning, and put his hands on his hips. He was
wearing a tight-fitting red singlet with a conspicuous bulge in the
crotch area.
Logan grinned. “Nothing, Leroy…”
The black kid chuckled.
“Wait”, Logan grinned, starting to take off his singlet. He had a
smooth, muscular chest that was glistening with sweat. “I can’t remember
– how often did I kick your ass today?”
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