Logan’s high school diary 5: Wednesdays suck

I’m sorry for the lack of updates recently. I have been extremely busy, and there is no end in sight – but I managed to spare a couple of hours today and wrote this little story. I hope you like it.

Previous chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

It’s been a little while since I had received a video from Logan. A while ago, the 18 year old high school wrestler had started a video diary, chronicling the adventures of him and his friends at Josiah E. Bartlet High. Logan was a very attractive, charming guy, and I was very happy when I received an e-mail from him. When I clicked on the link that he had sent me, the screen filled with what I immediately recognized as the school’s locker room.

Logan looked into the camera and smiled. “It’s Wednesday, ladies and gentlemen, and we have a wonderful little tradition here on the wrestling team… See for yourself…”

Logan stepped back and grinned at his buddies. I recognized the three guys he was with from previous videos.

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.

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?”

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?”

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!”