Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2017 14:39:37 -0400 From: Youngjonboy1 Subject: LOGAN RETURNS HOME CHAPTER 2 Adult/Youth This story is a sequel to an earlier story that I wrote called LOGAN'S JOURNEY WEST. It would help if you read that story before reading this sequel. You can find LOGAN'S JOURNEY WEST in Adult/Youth . https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/logans-journey-west/ Sept 13th is the date for the last chapter. Comments and suggestions are always appreciated. LOGAN RETURNS HOME Chapter 2 The last few days of Summer freedom seemed to go by in a flash. I knew that I would not be going to the YMCA as much as I liked to go. There would be no more getting a chance to see other boys naked when they stripped off their clothes. I also knew that I would be required to take showers in the 6th grade gym class. At least I could still look at boys my age naked and not have to look at big hairy boys with their hairy 8 th grade dicks. Then I realized that in two years, I would probably be one of those hairy 8th grade boys with a hairy dick. I almost threw up. Sunday night came quicker than I expected and now I was down to just hours before the first day at my new school. It was hard to believe that I was now a Middle Schooler. Next thing you know, I'll be getting a Social Security Card and then finding a job. Then I will have to find a job and move out. My life is coming to an end. Why can't I just be a little kid for the rest of my life? Scott was already in bed when I went into my bedroom. I put the computer on and checked out my Twitter page. I had 127 followers and most were kids. I always wondered why some men followed me. I never had women follow me except for my Mom. I looked at who some of the men followed were and most of them followed other boys like me. My Mom was always talking about Stranger Danger and I figured those men probably liked boys like me. It was cool with me if they thought I was sexy. Some of my best friends had Twitter accounts too. I helped John get his accounts set up. His parents didn't even know what twitter is or facebook. It was hysterical trying to explain to them what it was. I also set Logan up with his pages. Logan also has a friend named Scott and I set his up as well. I've known Scott for a few years but I don't call him Scott. It's too confusing when he is with me and my brother "Scott". I call him by his nickname , "Rocky". One time I was playing baseball with my brother and Scott. I hit a fly ball real high and "Rocky" tried to catch it with the glove behind his back. The ball hit him on the head and he just laughed. I told him that he must have rocks in his head since it did not hurt him. Since then I just started calling him Rocky. Now all of his friends call him Rocky. He likes it too. Rocky is a month older than Logan and they are both going into the 7th grade. I added a few more followers to my Twitter page and made a final Tweet to everyone. I waited a few minutes to see if anyone would reply. It made me feel good to see that Logan sent me a Tweet welcoming me to my new school. He said he and Rocky would watch out for me tomorrow, EVEN THOUGH I AM A SCRUB. I laughed when I read that. They were my best friends and I loved them a lot. I was about to turn the computer off and I saw a Direct Message from Logan. I clicked it on and it said " I can't wait for you to meet my NEW little brother Derrick" I thought WTF... He does not have a brother???? I wonder what he is talking about.??? I shut the computer off and went into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. When I came out, I looked over at Scott and he had the blanket off of his body. I put the blanket over him and put Mr. Boogey next to his arm. When Scott was really young, he thought Mr. Boogey would protect him from monsters. It was just some dumb stuffed animal that nobody could figure out exactly what kind of animal it was. He just started calling it Mr. Boogey and he always slept with it. Goodnight Scott, Goodnight Mr. Boogey... I whispered before I turned off the light. The school bus going to the Middle School arrived at my bus stop at exactly 7:30 A. I was there at 7:15 so that I could talk with some of my friends that were moving up to Middle School with me. Clay Andrews was one of my best friends and he was there when I arrived at 7:15. Clay was 11 years old and he was going into the 5th grade at my old Elementary School. His Elementary School was right across the street from my new school but we still rode the same bus. Our bus stop only had about 3 kids so they used the same bus to take us to Middle and Elementary school. Clay was really good in sports. He was one of the star players on his little league team and he always made the all star team at the end of the season. He was not a real big boy but he carried a lot of power in his small body. He weighed only about 65 pounds and was 4 foot 5. He had dark brown eyes and his hair was sandy blond. He liked to keep his hair short because when he would play baseball in the Summer, it made him feel cooler. Most of the boys on his team also had short hair. My mother always told me that he reminded her of Jacob Tremblay, a child actor. Clay and I were the first ones to get on the bus. Mr.Wilson, the bus driver, gave us both a smile and welcomed us back to a new school year. He congratulated me on moving up to Middle School. . He was always friendly with us and sometimes had a joke to share with us. Mr. Wilson told us he had never married, even though he was 36, but he had always wanted kids of his own and he said he would love to have a boy just like me or Clay. I had noticed before that whenever I or Clay wore shorts to school, Mr. Wilson would always look right at the front of my shorts when I was getting on the bus. His eyes would stay on the shorts until I got on the bus and then he would look up at my face and smile at me. I had heard other boys talking about Mr. Wilson and they said that he was gay. When I heard that, when I would get on the bus and noticed him looking at my shorts, I would wonder if he was trying to see the shape of my dick under my shorts. Last year, while waiting for the bus , I had been drinking some chocolate milk and I spilled a little on my shorts and it left a stain near the zipper. I was the only one at the bus stop that day and when the bus pulled up, the bus was empty because my stop was his first pickup point. When I got on the bus, Mr. Wilson saw the wet stain and asked me what happened. I told him I spilled the milk and he said he could use his hankie to get some of it up. He took his hankie out and started to rub around the stain and he was rubbing right over where my dick was resting inside my shorts. I know he knew he was touching it because my bulge was right there where he was rubbing. I was going to tell him to stop but if felt so good that I just stood there. He continued to rub a little harder and I couldn't stop my dick from starting to get hard under my shorts. I could see the bulge in my shorts getting bigger. Mr. Wilson just kept rubbing . Finally my dick was pointing straight up in my shorts and it was so obvious I had a boner. Instead of rubbing the spot that was wet, Mr. Wilson was now rubbing the length of my boner, slowly going up and down the length. This only lasted a few minutes because he heard other kids running to catch the bus and he stopped. He looked up at me smiling and said, that should have got most of the wetness out. Now I knew why the other boys thought he was gay. The bus with Mr. Wilson finally arrived and Clay and I moved to the back of the bus and got our usual seats on the back row. We both liked to sit right over the motor in the rear of the bus. The vibrations from the motor would often give us boners and we would kid each other about having a woody on the bus. Neither Clay nor I had girlfriends ` we just didn't hang out with girls but preferred to hang out with our buddies. We never talked about girls on the bus. Last year, I had told Clay about how Mr. Wilson had tried to get the milk off of my shorts and how he had rubbed around my privates. Clay told me that he was sure Mr. Wilson was gay and was probably trying to feel me up. He told me that his baseball coach had done something similar to him at the beginning of the baseball season. He said that he had gone over to his coach's house to pick up his uniform. His coach lived alone and had him come in and said he should try the uniform on to make sure it fits. . Clay wanted to go into a bedroom to try it on but coach told him to try it on in the living room in case it didn't fit, he could swap uniforms right there. Clay took off his shirt and pants and was standing in just his white undies in front of the coach. Clay put on his uniform pants and they were a little tight. Coach told him to stand still and he started to pull on the uniform trying to get it to expand. Clay said that coach had his hand right on clay's butt and was getting a good feel of his ass as he was trying to adjust the uniform. The uniform was so tight, that clay's dick left an obvious bulge in the front of his uniform. Clay said that all the time the Coach was trying to adjust the uniform, Coach's eyes were right on the bulge in the uniform. Finally Coach said, "this is not going to work" and he pulled the uniform pants down. Clay said that he pulled so hard that besides the uniform coming down, his white undies came down as well. Clay said he was standing in front of his coach with no shirt on and his shorts pulled down to his knees. The coach said "sorry about that" and pulled the shorts back up but. When he pulled Clay's shorts back up, Coach's hand brushed against Clay's dick. The coach kept his eyes on Clay's dick the entire time. Clay said that the Coach took another 20 minutes just trying to make sure he found a uniform that fit. All the time, Coach was putting his hands all over Clay, adjusting, touching, feeling, anything he could do to feel Clay up. Clay said he realized at that time that coach was probably gay. While Clay was getting his uniform, he noticed in the corner of the house, Coach had a camera set up on a tripod. Clay asked what the camera was for and Coach said he liked to take pictures of people. He asked Clay if he could take his picture in his uniform and Clay said "sure". Coach had him take his uniform shirt off and just wear his uniform pants, holding a bat and pretending to be standing at the plate. Coach took all kinds of pictures of clay holding the bat . He told Clay it would be fun to just take his uniform off and pose in just his underwear, holding a bat and have his hat on backwards. Clay did not think anything of it and posed in his undies for Coach. Coach told him it was just for fun and nobody would ever see the pictures. I asked Clay what he would have done if Coach had asked him to take pictures with his underwear off and Clay said he didn't know what he would have done. Clay said it made him feel "kind of good" to be posing like that. Clay told me that when the coach pulled his pants and underwear down, he thought he heard a buzzing sound in the background, near the camera. . When he got home, he started to wonder if Coach had a movie camera turned on and was filming everything. If he did, he would have a movie of Clay being naked in front of Coach as well as just wearing his underwear. The bus finally pulled into the school parking lot and Clay and I went to our separate schools and I would not see him again until the ride home. I asked Clay if he thought his mother would let him spend the night with me on Friday. We could watch a movie in our house with my Mom and Scott and then we could set up the tent in my backyard and camp out. Clay told me he would find out when he got home and let me know tomorrow. I entered the room for my first class at Middle School thinking about how cool that would be if Clay could spend the night on Friday.. I also began to think about what Clay must have looked like standing there in front of his coach with his shorts pulled down to his knees. I began to think how lucky the coach was seeing Clay naked like that. I began to think about how we could set up our tent in the backyard if he could stay over and how we could arrange our sleeping bags. Wouldn't it be cool if we just zipped our sleeping bags together to make one big one and that way Clay and I could sleep close together. Maybe during the night when Clay was asleep, I could put my hand down between his legs and feel his dick. I began to get a boner sitting in my class just thinking about feeling Clay's dick. It would be so cool to touch his dick and maybe even to feel it when it was hard. If only Clay could spend the night. I would have to wait until later to find out. I started thinking about the message that Logan sent me before I went to bed. I wondered what he was talking about when he mentioned he had a younger brother. I had a gut feeling that Logan might like to fool around with other boys too. Maybe I should invite him and his younger brother to camp out with Clay and myself. If I did that, I would have to ask my younger brother, Scott to camp out as well. I knew that I would probably see Logan at lunchtime. I could not wait to see him again and find out about his little brother. Maybe on Saturday night, Logan and his brother could camp out with me. This could be a lot of fun, I thought to myself.