Logan’s high school diary 4

Previous chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

After having seen three videos that 18 year old high school wrestler Logan had filmed for his high school diary, I was curious when I discovered the fourth part in the mail today.

Again, just like he had done for the third part, Logan had set up the camera in the gym’s locker room. Apparently, it was hidden on top of one of the lockers.

Within seconds, the room filled with Logan’s wrestling team.

I immediately recognized some familiar faces that I had seen in the third instalment of Logan’s diary: Kim, the Asian kid with black hair and a muscular body; Gary, the cutie with dark blond hair and brown eyes; Dash, the black-haired bully whose balls were far less robust than I had imagined; Leroy, the well-endowed African-American with curly black hair.

Among the boys was another one I recognized: Cody, a cute boy with red hair. He hadn’t been at last week’s training, and I hadn’t figured him for a wrestler, because he wasn’t very muscular. Well, apparently my assumptions had been wrong. He seemed to be part of the team. I had seen him sport a nose piercing, but apparently he taken it off during training.

The boys undressed and got ready to hit the showers, laughing and joking, slapping each other’s naked butts and occasionally threatening to grab each other’s nuts.

Olympic Countdown: Training Parker (2)

Featured in this story: Parker and Vince (click for pictures)

“You know what you’re doing, right?” Parker said slowly, looking down his naked body.

The 21 year old gymnast with the dyed flaming-red hair was standing in the middle of the studio, his legs spread slightly apart. He had a trained, muscular body, with defined pecs, strong arms and legs, and six-pack abs.

Parker had competed quite successfully in last year’s Olympic Games. This year, he wanted to best his score. That’s why he had asked Vince, our young scientist, prop-guy and technician, to be his trainer and toughen his balls.

Right now, Parker didn’t seem to be to happy with Vince’s efforts.

Vince was fumbling with Parker’s testicles, trying to stuff them into a device that looked pretty frightening.

I could understand why Parker was worried.

Vince ignored him and continued closing the device around Parker’s nuts.

A few moments later, he stepped back and watched the results with a satisfied smile on his face.

Vince was one year younger than Parker, but he looked like he was still in high school. He was quite small – especially in comparison with Parker who was more than 6 feet tall – and had a cute face, brown hair and brown eyes. In a rather desperate attempt to look his age, Vince was trying to grow sideburns and a goatee despite his obvious lack of substantial beard growth. The result looked pretty ridiculous and Vince somehow achieved the exact opposite of what he was trying to do.

Logan’s high school diary 3

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. Bartlet 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?”

On the job: Leo, cup tester

Featured in this story: Leo and Vince (click for pictures)

I entered the science laboratory and looked around, searching for Vince.

There were seven people. Two of them were wearing white lab coats and working on something. The rest of the guys were wearing business suits.

The suit-clad guys were engaged in some discussion. They were between 20 and 40 years of age, and their suits looked expensive.

Suddenly, a door opened and Vince entered the room.

He was 20 years old, slightly younger than the other scientists. He was not very tall, with a slim build, brown hair and brown eyes. Wearing his lab coat, he reminded me of that 80s TV series about a kid doctor. Vince was trying desperately to look mature and grown-up, and I guess he thought the little facial hair that was visible on his otherwise baby-smooth face qualified as a goatee and sideburns, but, frankly, they didn’t…

I wondered what the other technicians thought about him. They looked like they were in their late twenties.

One of them had shoulder-length black hair. He was wearing horn-rimmed glasses and boot cut jeans below his lab coat.

The other one was blond, with crew cut hair and steel blue eyes.

We were in the lab of a successful sportswear manufacturer.

Zach the cheater: Zach and Stephanie

Warning: Contains graphic heterosexuality.

Featured in this story:  Zach (click for pictures)

My cameraman Chad and our new technician Vince had left the studio a few hours ago. I was working late, crunching numbers.

A few minutes before midnight, just when I was ready to leave, the door bell rang.

I looked at my watch and sighed.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Zach leaning against the wall.

The 20 year old frat guy looked miserable. His face was hot and glistening, and his blond hair was wet with sweat.

“Zach”, I said, raising my eyebrows. “What’s up?”

Wordlessly, he limped past me and sat down on the couch, groaning in pain.

Logan’s high school diary 2

Previous chapters: Part 1

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

After Logan had joined our team a few weeks ago, he had suggested to borrow one of our cameras to take it to his school and shoot some stuff for a video diary. The blond 18 year old high school senior was very popular with our members, and I liked the idea.

Today, he sent me the second part.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, popped the DVD into the player and leaned back on my chair.

“Hi, guys”, Logan said, smiling into the camera.

Apparently, one of his friends was filming. The camera was shaky as they both were walking down their high school’s hallway.

“It’s me, Logan. I’m here at Josiah E. Bartlet High School with my buddy Cody behind the camera…”

The cameraman turned the camera around and smiled into the lens.

I recognized Cody. He had been at our studio along with a couple of friends to cheer for Logan in his very first fight for us.

Cody had a cute face, with a nose piercing and a cheerful smile. His red hair was cut in a stylish haircut.

“Come on, back to me, Cody”, Logan laughed.

Cody raised his eyebrows and shrugged before turning the camera around again, focussing on Logan.

The hallway was crowded with students.

Logan stood in front of one of the lockers and opened it.

He ran his hand through his short blond hair, grabbed a couple of books, and closed the door again.

Smiling at the camera, he said, “Cody is one of my best friends. We are neighbors and we used to play with each other when we were kids, right, Cody?”

“Yup”, Cody said behind the camera.

Logan grinned. “He’s the one who told me about the birds and the bees when we were ten. We did quite a bit of experimenting together, didn’t we?”

Olympic Countdown: Training Parker (1)

Featured in this story: Parker and Vince (click for pictures)

Today was a relatively quiet day. My cameraman Chad and I had put together a plan to show our new co-worker Vince the ropes to a couple of important elements of our work.

Vince was 20 years old, but he looked younger than that. He tried to appear more mature by growing a goatee and sideburns which looked slightly ridiculous and, instead of giving him a rougher, more street-wise look, had quite the opposite effect: Due to his lack of beard growth, he looked more like a pubescent boy than like a man.

We were sitting in front of the computer and Chad and I introduced him to our editing software.

Using one of the “One on one” episodes as an example, we started by making Vince choose and edit some stills to use as preview pictures for the videos.

“What about this one?” Vince asked, running the mouse over the mouse pad.

One the screen was a close-up of Zach’s massive manhood. His cock in the middle of spurting one of his trademark cum shots, with sticky semen sputtering out of its tip, while his balls were flattened into his crotch by a bare foot.

Chad nodded. “Good choice.” He reached for the mouse and selected another frame. “But personally I’d choose this one. Can you guess why?”

Vince looked at the screen. “I guess”, he said, “because that’s the moment when the testicles are crunched flat?”

Zach the cheater: Zach and Maggie

Warning: Contains graphic heterosexuality.

Featured in this story: Leo and Zach (click for pictures)

This morning, I received a phone call from Zach.

“Can you talk?” he asked conspicuously.

“It’s Chad’s day off and Vince has found another part-time job at some sports equipment factory”, I said. “Apparently he is in charge of the cup testing department.”

“So you are alone?” Zach asked.

“Yes”, I said. “Would you like to come by?” I looked at my watch. “I have an appointment with Leo in two hours but I’m free now.”

An hour later, Zach was at the studio.

“Mission accomplished”, he said, smiling, when he entered the room.

The tall, 20 year old frat guy looked hot. His blond hair was cut short and he was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt.

“I fucked her”, he grinned, waving the camera I had lent him. “And I got it on cam…”

Logan’s high school diary 1

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

After Logan had joined our team a few weeks ago, he had suggested to borrow one of our cameras to take it to his school and shoot some stuff for a video diary. The blond 18 year old high school senior was very popular with our members, and I liked the idea.

This morning, the first part had been in the mail. I popped the DVD into the player.

“Hi, this is Logan”, he smiled, holding the camera in his hand and filming his own face. “I’m 18 years old and
I’m a senior here at Josiah E. Bartlet high school. I’m gonna show you my school and introduce you to some of my friends. I’m pretty sure you’ll like it. Why don’t we---“

Suddenly, he was interrupted by two guys, roughly the same age as Logan.

One of them, a tall black haired boy with glasses and a three day stubble, grabbed his shoulders and jumped up and down, making goofy faces for the camera.

The other one, a lanky kid with spiky blond hair, appeared in front of Logan, pushing his head between Logan and the camera, cheering and shaking his head wildly.

Logan laughed. “Hey, this is my video diary. Get out of the frame, guys!”

Top trumps: Logan, Kev, Parker and Phil

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: Kev, Logan, Parker and Phil (click for pictures)

I looked at our new crew member Vince.

“So they are playing a game of top trumps, right?” he said, smiling.

I nodded.

“I guess the categories are, well, uh, sexual in nature?” Vince said, blushing.

I chuckled. “Sure they are.”

Vince nodded slowly.

“You will operate the second camera”, my cameraman Chad chimed in. “I’ll show you what to do.”

The two of them walked away and I turned to the four boys who had were sitting on the floor.
All four of them had stripped down to their underwear.

Kev was 20 years old, one of the veterans on our site, working with us since the very start. Recently, he had caused us some trouble, but at the end of the day he was a reliable and very hot model with a huge fan following among our subscribers. He had brown hair and brown eyes that went perfectly with his smooth, muscular body. His white boxer briefs were bulging with the impressive equipment that Kev was blessed with.

Next to him was Logan, the most recent addition to our team of models. The 18 year old high school wrestler had defeated a couple of tough opponents in a series of fights. Ultimately, he had proven to be the guy with the toughest nuts. Right now, those nuts were hidden inside his tight blue briefs that left very little to the imagination. A glimpse of his pubic hair was visible above the waistline. Logan was a sweet guy, with blond hair and deep blue eyes.

Opposite Logan, Phil was sitting cross-legged on the floor. The 18 year old redhead, while born from England, had come to the States to pursue a career in professional soccer. We were lucky to have him, because his tight schedule – when he wasn’t on the field, he had more than enough advertising contracts – didn’t allow him to come by very often… He had a pale body and was wearing plaid boxers.

Opposite Kev was Parker. He was 21 years old, the oldest of the bunch. His hair was dyed flaming red, and his briefs were rather extravagant: They were as red as his hair, hugging his endowment tightly, with yellow seams and a little, yellow drawing of two walnuts and a nutcracker right where the head of his cock was outlined in the fabric…

“So, Logan”, Kev grinned and turned to the young high school senior. “Do you think you’ll walk away from here with your balls intact?”

One on one: Parker vs. David – the rematch

Sequel to One on one: Parker vs. David.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: David, Parker and Alex (click for pictures)

Parker was sitting on the couch. The 21 year old gymnast was wearing a tight-fitting yellow shirt that advertised his muscular upper body. The top buttons were open, revealing a glimpse of his smooth, muscular chest. His green jeans were skin-tight, putting his ample junk on display. He was sitting with his legs spread apart, his black boots resting on the ground.

“Remember the last time I fought against him?” Parker grinned at me, running his hand through his dyed red hair.

He was a cute boy with a great body. Working as an aerial gymnast for a circus, he knew how to keep his body in shape. I had never seen one of his performances at the circus, but I knew he was good.

“It’s been a month since that fight, right?” I said.

Parker nodded, a dreamy expression on his face. He ran his hand over the bulge in his jeans. “He busted my balls pretty good”, he chuckled. “Phew. I couldn’t jerk off for three days…”

I laughed. “You like him, huh?”

Parker turned to me, squeezed his junk, and grinned. “Does it show?”

I shrugged.

“I’m getting hard just thinking about him”, Parker chuckled.

Shakeout: The mole

This is the last part of the Shakeout story. Thanks to everyone who contributed and left their feedback. Very special thanks to JP for the initial idea, a lot of input and all the help with the details...

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, Brandon, Cal, Danny, Kev, Parker, the twins, Vince and Zach (click for pictures)

Previous parts:
Crisis
Business
Meeting with the enemy
Task 1: The key
Task 2: The machine
Task 3: The mallets
Taks 4: The glass plates
Task 5: The math
Task 6: Erections
Task 7: Upside down
Task 8: The funnel
Task 9: All or nothing

During the past weeks, our team had been competing against a rival website, ballbustboys.com, that had challenged us to a series of brutal, relentless tasks. Finally, last week, after nine of those tasks, we had managed to defeat them once and for all.

Warren, the owner of the rival website, had kept word. He was a vicious, mean guy, and I had half-expected him to ambush us and try to force us to give up. But apparently, my cameraman Chad had been very convincing when he had stomped Warren’s nuts into oblivion last week… Anyway, ballbustboys.com was offline, and I was pretty sure we’d never hear from Warren again.

One matter remained unresolved, though: Warren and his team had stolen some of our ideas that hadn’t been published. Somehow, they had been able to get access to privileged information. There was only one explanation: Someone from our own team had betrayed us. We hadn’t been able to find out who it was since we didn’t have insight into Warren’s documents.

I had all but given up hope that we’d find the traitor until, two weeks ago, Vince had given me new hope.

Vince was the mastermind behind all those nasty contraptions that had been included in the tasks. He was a thorough and devoted scientist, and he had a very, very twisted imagination – a combination that resulted in buckets of cum and quite a lot of bruised and battered balls…

But, at the same time, Vince had a heart of gold. He was friendly and polite, and I really liked him. He was 20 years old, with brown hair and a cute face. He looked younger than 20, and he tried to appear older by growing a goatee and sideburns. But due to a distinct lack of facial hair and beard growth, his attempts at looking more mature made him look even younger…

Two weeks ago, Vince had told me that he had a lead. Today, he was going to reveal the identity of the traitor.

On the job: Sammy, librarian

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Sammy (click for pictures)

I entered the public library. Sammy had told me that he worked on the third floor.

It had been ages since I had been in one. Actually, it had been back in Germany when I went to university. I had never been to an American library. It wasn’t that much different. Books, books, books…

The third floor was dedicated to popular fiction and crime novels. I spotted Sammy right away.

The 18 year old skater boy was sitting behind a white counter and waved at me.

“Hi”, I said, smiling, and walked towards him.

“Shh!” an little old lady whispered. She shot me a disapproving look

I blushed. “Sorry”, I whispered back.

The little old lady raised her eyebrow and shook her head, clicking her tongue.

I walked over to Sammy and leaned on the counter.

“Hi, Sammy”, I whispered.

“Hi, Alex. Good to see you.” He motioned for me to come behind the counter and I sat down on a chair next to him.

Usually, he was wearing baggy jeans and wide t-shirts. Today, he was dressed very formally, wearing trousers, a shirt, and a tie. His red hair was neatly parted. Apparently, Sammy led a double life: randy, hot skater boy by night; docile, geeky librarian by day.

Indecent proposal

Thanks for bbmal for the idea and a lot of plot details for this 9 part story!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Zach and Alex (click for pictures)

Today was a weird day.

After having taken a day off yesterday to recover from a slightly unpleasant experience the day before, I arrived at the studio to find a manila envelope lying in front of the door. I picked it up. “Alex. Confidential.” No return address.

I walked into the studio and made myself a cup of coffee.

I looked at the envelope again. Confidential.

A mailbox bomb? We had just finished a bitter fight with a rival website, and I knew that they were capable of anything. Carefully, I examined the envelope. It was too slim for a bomb. Well, I hoped it was. I wasn’t an expert on that area, but from what I had seen on TV, this envelope was too slim.

I inhaled deeply and opened it.

Nothing happened. Good.

Inside was a letter, a photo, and a cash cheque.

Shakeout – task 9: All or nothing

 

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Chad (click for pictures)

Previous parts:
Crisis
Business
Meeting with the enemy
Task 1: The key
Task 2: The machine
Task 3: The mallets
Taks 4: The glass plates
Task 5: The math
Task 6: Erections
Task 7: Upside down
Task 8: The funnel

Today was the day.

It was the final day for one of our websites.

Someone was going to win today, and the loser would have to pack his things, admit defeat and close down his website.

It seemed like years ago when Warren, the owner of ballbustboys.com, had challenged us to this series of tasks. His website was a thinly veiled carbon copy of our site, and he had stolen our members and copied our ideas for the last months.

Today, either one of us was going to go offline.

I looked at my cameraman Chad.

We were standing in front of the door to Warren’s warehouse.

Two hours ago, we had received an email. “7 p.m. today. You and your little boyfriend.”

I sighed and bit my lower lip.

“Let’s go in”, Chad said.

I sighed again.

“And if we don’t win, I have a job for you”, he added.

One on one: David vs. Ben - the fourth match

Previous parts:
One on one: David vs. Ben
One on one: David vs. Ben – the rematch 
One on one: David vs. Ben – the third match

Featured in this story: Ben and David (click for pictures)

 “It’s been quite some time since I crunched your nuts”, David grinned at Ben. “Let’s see if I remember correctly… You were standing right there”, he pointed at the middle of the room, “your cock spurting cum like a fountain.” David chuckled. “I bet you couldn’t get it up for a few weeks…”

Ben tried to stay calm. He was 20 years old, with short black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing sweat pants, a wide t-shirt and sneakers. He shifted his weight, grabbed his junk and shrugged, smiling casually. “Don’t worry about me, my cock is working just fine. And it’s bigger than your pathetic worm, remember?”

David smirked. “Whatever, dickhead.”

Ben raised his eyebrows. “Wanna compare again? I don’t think your little dickie has grown since the last time…”

David ignored him. He was a professional dancer with an overblown ego and an arrogant, snotty demeanor. I had learned the hard way to not get into his way: He had busted my balls on numerous occasions, and he took great delight in mocking my German accent (which isn’t nearly as bad as David made it sound…).

David was 19 years old, but he thought of himself as the king of the world. He was one of the hottest guys I had ever seen, and he knew that he was hot. His body was perfect, formed by years of dancing lessons and hard physical training. He had a handsome face with black hair and green eyes, wearing black leather shoes, elegant black trousers, and a black shirt that looked great on him.

“Wanna compare again?” Ben grinned, slipping his sweat pants down to his knees and revealing a pair of light blue boxers. At the same time, Ben lifted his shirt, exposing his hard abs. Ben had an impressive body. He worked out on a regular basis, and it showed.

David snorted. “Fuck you”, he said in a low voice.

Ben chuckled. “I thought so…” His boxers were tenting with an massive erection. Obviously, Ben got off on being superior to David.

Logan’s initiation

 This is the last part of the "Auditions" story. Thank you very, very much to everybody who contributed their ideas for characters, plot etc. It's been great fun!

Previous parts:

Placing the ad

Sorting-out

Change of plans

First batch of candidates

Second batch of candidates

Round 1: Milosh vs. Clay

Round 1: Len vs. Francis

Roudn 1: Omar vs. Cillian

Round 1: Ian vs. Stan

Round 1: Tom vs. Nestor

Round 1: Logan vs. Max

Round 1: Dean vs. Robin

Round 1: Xander vs. Jordan

Your thoughts

Round 2: Milosh vs. Xander

Bribery

Round 2: Cillian vs. Nestor

Round 2: Logan vs. Dean

Round 2: Ian vs. Len

New poll: Milosh, Nestor, Logan, Ian?

Poll results: Milosh, Nestor, Logan, Ian?

Who is Logan?

Round 3: Milosh vs. Ian

Round 3: Nestor vs. Logan

Suggestions for Ian vs. Logan?

Final fight: Ian vs. Logan

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan and Zach (click for pictures)

 
Last week, Logan had sealed the deal: After defeating shy German Max in the first round, hairy stud Dean in the second, and Latino streetfighter Nestor in the third round of our fights, Logan had proven his strength and determination in a heated battle against blond surfer Ian.

Now it was official, the new model on our website was an 18 year old high school wrestler, a nice, handsome guy called Logan.

Today, Logan would be officially initiated into the ranks of our models. He had met all of them last week at the gym after he had busted poor Ian’s nuts, but I was pretty sure he didn’t remember. He had been very busy accepting congratulations and playful nut taps from his friends and enthusiastic strangers from the audience while showing off his naked body with Ian’s cum all over it…

I had asked Logan to come an hour before the rest of our models arrived so that we could make some photos for the website.

We started with pictures in full clothing, then underwear, then naked. He had a great body, with muscles in all the right places, and not an ounce of fat on his frame. His blond hair was cut short, and he had a natural tan. His fat, semi-hard cock was a perfect fit to his big, low hanging balls.

Apparently, he liked his pubic hair natural and hadn’t bothered shaving. His sac was hairy below a thick bush of hair that was a tad bit darker than the hair on his head.

“Thanks”, my cameraman Chad said, kneeling in front of Logan, after he had shot a couple of close up pictures of Logan’s impressive manhood.

“Sure”, Logan grinned. He leisurely stroked his cock and looked at me. “I have brought my singlet. Should I put it on?”

I nodded and smiled. “That’d be great…”

Logan whistled happily and turned around, bending over to reach inside his backpack that was lying on the couch.

I couldn’t help but look at his perfect bubble butt.

Chad cleared his throat and I blushed.

“Enjoying the view?” Chad grinned.

Charity Nutshot Festival: The gala

Last year, I started a story that was pretty much dead on arrival. Well, as I don’t like to leave things hanging in the air, this is the final part where I try to wrap things up (and shamelessly pretend that there were more parts than I actually wrote...).

 When Chad entered the theater, I couldn’t help but smile.

My cameraman was wearing a tuxedo, and he looked like he was seriously embarrassed. Usually, he liked to wear sweat pants or jeans, and t-shirts. He was a sloppy dresser, and sometimes I wondered whether he was color-blind. In the summer, he liked to combine aloha shirts with off-color shorts, and in the winter, he wore sweaters that had been fashionable two decades ago. Strangely, whatever he wore, it didn’t make him look bad. In fact, it somehow made him look even more attractive.

I walked over to him and complimented him on his clothes.

“I don’t think I can pull off wearing a tux”, he mumbled.

“What are you talking about?” I chuckled. “Look at us, we look great!”

“It just doesn’t look good on me…” Chad turned to me and raised his eyebrows. “It doesn’t look good on you, either.”

I was speechless.

“We gotta let the people in”, Chad said and walked to the doors.

“Alright”, I said slowly.

Throughout December and January, we had managed to raise thousands of dollars for charity. Every one of our models had helped, doing what they did best, getting hit in the nuts.

Today, we were going to present the money to the heads of a charitable organisation.

I had put Simon in charge of choosing the organisation. It had been his idea, and I knew that he would choose a worthy cause.

We were at a local movie theater with a large stage in front of the screen and room for 500 people. Its owner, a friendly guy in his late thirties named Gus, had taken part in one of the events, and he had offered to host tonight’s gala.

An ordinary day at school (4)

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, Danny, Leo and Simon (click for pictures)

George and Simon were standing in the locker room of the gym (which stood in for the high school locker room), wearing glasses and school uniforms that consisted of blue trousers, white shirts and blue ties.

They were both 23 years old, but they looked younger, and – taking into account the willingness of our members to suspend their disbelief – they were able to pull off their roles as high school seniors…

We had already filmed three parts of our high school saga. George and Simon had taken quite a lot of bullying: In the first part, Leo and his skater buddies had humiliated them in geography class; in the second part, Ben and his jock friends had bullied them in gym class; and in part three, Danny and the twins had busted their balls on the school yard.

Now, in part four, it was time for the revenge of the nerds.

Earlier in the day, we had filmed three expository scenes.

In the first scene, Leo gets an instant message on his cell phone: “Wanna fuck? I’m gonna make you happy... Boys’ locker room. 5 o’clock. Darlene.” Leo tells his buddies Sammy and Tristan about the message and that he expects Darlene to finally put out for him…

In the second scene, Danny opens one of his school books and finds a scribbled message: “Wanna fuck? I’m gonna make you happy… Boys’ locker room. 5:15. Darlene.” Danny is enthusiastic and tells the twins that he won’t make it to the movies because he’ll be busy making Darlene happy…

In the third scene, Ben finds a piece of paper in his locker: “Wanna fuck? I’m gonna make you happy… Boys’ locker room. 5:30. Darlene.” Just like Leo and Danny, Ben is more than happy about the message and tells his friends Kev and Colin that he’ll fuck Christine’s brains out…

We had set up the cameras and I gave some last instructions to our actors.

Auditions – final fight: Ian vs. Logan

 

 

Previous parts:
Placing the ad

Sorting-out

Change of plans

First batch of candidates

Second batch of candidates

Round 1: Milosh vs. Clay

Round 1: Len vs. Francis

Roudn 1: Omar vs. Cillian

Round 1: Ian vs. Stan

Round 1: Tom vs. Nestor

Round 1: Logan vs. Max

Round 1: Dean vs. Robin

Round 1: Xander vs. Jordan

Your thoughts

Round 2: Milosh vs. Xander

Bribery

Round 2: Cillian vs. Nestor

Round 2: Logan vs. Dean

Round 2: Ian vs. Len

New poll: Milosh, Nestor, Logan, Ian?

Poll results: Milosh, Nestor, Logan, Ian?

Who is Logan?

Round 3: Milosh vs. Ian

Round 3: Nestor vs. Logan

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

A long line of people was waiting outside the gym.

“We have to turn people away”, my cameraman Chad said.

I shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

Chad chuckled. “I can’t believe that so many people want to see the fight…”

“Well, Logan is very well-liked at his high-school”, I said, looking at my watch. I turned to Chad again. “You checked everybody’s driver’s license, right?”

Chad nodded. “No minors anywhere.”

“Good.” I glanced at the guys waiting outside.

Chad looked at me.

I nodded.

“Alright”, Chad raised his voice, walking up to the people that hadn’t gotten a ticket. “I’m very sorry but we are sold out.”