It was an overcast friday at the school of rocque. It was raining, and the bell just rang for fourth period.

Great. Logan thought. Time for gym.

Logan made his way to his locker and began putting his books inside when the jocks of the football team were running past and bumped into him, hard. Logan fell on the floor and his science project fell to the ground and broke. The jocks didn't even apologize, they just ran right by. No one else seemed to care to help, either. But as he got up, in the corner of his eye he saw Carlos Garcia looking at him, looking like he wanted to help.

Geez. I hate everyone in this school. Such assholes. Let's hope this gym class goes by quickly.

With that he made his way to the boy's locker room. He went into his locker section and took off his jacket. He glanced to the side and saw Carlos Garcia again, but this time shirtless talking to one of his friends, Kendall Knight. Damn. Nice body. Carlos had a 6-pack and was hairless on his chest and stomach. Logan then recaptured his attention to changing and took off his own shirt, which revealed a slim figure that was like Carlos' but without the 6-pack. He pulled down his jeans and he was left in his boxer-briefs when some guys ran over and pulled them down, rendering Logan naked.

Everyone in the room started to point and laugh and Logan quickly pulled them up and put on his shorts and a t-shirt. Logan was always made fun of throughout his school career but he couldn't take it anymore. He began to lock himself in his room all day, becoming depressed, only to come and eat a bit of food for dinner.

Tears formed in his eyes but no one cared. He made his way out of the locker room into the gym and tried to focus on something else. But he couldn't. Tears ran down his cheeks and his teacher noticed.

"Logan Mitchell! Come over here and talk to me in the corner!" coach Spinder said. Logan sat up and walked over to the corner. The class made the completely unnecessary ooooooooooh sound.

"Logan, why are you crying? Is something the matter?" coach Spinder started but Logan began to walk away. The whole class heard what he said and they started laughing.

This world is full of such assholes. Why isn't there one fucking nice person in this school? He made his way to the bathrooms and went inside. As he was about to go into the stall, he felt something grab his arm and he punched, spinning on the ball of his foot. But his fist was caught firmly in their hand.

Logan looked up and was shocked. Shocked at what he did, who he almost punched. Carlos?

"Geez, dude. I know you're all like, upset and stuff but no need to punch me," Carlos said. Logan began to stammer and apologize.

"It's all right. I know you didn't really mean to," Carlos stated with a soft smile.

Logan calmed down a bit and finally spoke. "Um...not to be rude or anything, but why are you here?" Logan asked.

"Well, I saw that you dropped your science project and I wanted to know if you wanted me to help you redo it since it is due on Monday," he responded. Logan then remembered that Carlos was in his class...he sat in the back with his friends. Logan sat up front; he didn't have any friends to talk to besides the occasional question of borrowing a pencil, but that didn't count.

"Oh...well...I guess if you want?" Logan said slowly. It was basically his first time talking to another guy since he was depressed.

"Cool, I'd be glad to help out, bro," Carlos smiled and patted Logan's shoulder. "Here, give me your cell number so we can text to make plans this weekend." They exchanged numbers and headed back out to gym. Logan finished the day with a new feeling. Like he wasn't sad for once.

Logan walked into his house. It was just him and his father, his mother passed away when he was 5 years old. It was a nice little bungalow, two bedrooms, one bathroom. It was all they needed. Logan resembled his father's looks, but not really his personality. His dad was nice and all, it was just that he was sporty and they didn't really connect on that. His dad was also near clueless with how to talk about your feelings with someone else.

His dad was a local grocery store manager, so his hours were always changing. Logan went to his room upstairs to put his stuff away. What he liked was his bedroom was the attic of the house, so it was kinda special in a way that it was secluded from the rest of the house. It had a nice queen sized bed with a tv, desk, and dresser. He put his backpack down and went to the kitchen to grab a snack, rethinking of what happened today.

BZZT. BZZT.

Carlos: Hey it's Carlos.

Logan: Hey.

Carlos: So would you be able to come over tomorrow? My mom said you can.

Logan: Let me find out. Although I probably will be able to.

Carlos: Okay.

Logan called his dad if he could hang out with Carlos and his dad said yes right away. Who wouldn't be happy for their son to finally have a potential friend?

Logan: My dad said yes I can hang out this weekend.

Carlos: Cool. How about you come over for lunchtime tomorrow? If you want you could spend the night, too.

Whoa. Spend the night? I haven't had a sleep over in forever. I guess it would be fun, though.

Logan: Yeah that sounds good. Where do you live?

Carlos: 112 Miller Ave.

Logan: That's like two blocks away from me, lol.

Carlos: Lol cool.

Logan: All right well I'll see you tomorrow, then. Thanks.

Carlos: Okay, no problem bro.

Bro.

Logan didn't know what it was about that word but it made him feel nice. Like he was liked. He spent the rest of the day doing homework and eating dinner. He actually ate his whole meal this time, and his dad smiled at the slight change in his behavior. Logan went to the bathroom to take a shower. He peeled off his shirt, then his pants and his boxer-briefs.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't have that bad of a body. He had a nice upper body, was average in the size department, being 4 inches soft and 6.5 inches hard with a 5.5 inch girth. Above his penis was a groomed patch of pubes. He turned around and he had a nice, smooth bubble butt. Then he remembered being naked in front of everyone in the locker room. All of the laughing, the ridicule. He stepped into the shower and began washing himself when his dick became hard. Logan grabbed some soap and began soaping up his dick up and down his length. He started moaning, enveloping himself in the only happiness he could muster nowadays. His cock started to pulse as ropes of his cum flew out of his dick and made their way down the drain. He finished his shower by washing his hair and wrapped himself in a towel and went upstairs to his room.

He dried off and walked over to his dresser. He slid on a pair of blue boxer briefs and a black wifebeater. Since it was just him and his dad in the house, clothing wasn't really a big deal and sometimes they would be naked in front of each other if in the bathroom as one got out of the shower and one went in. Normally they would walk around in their underwear and a wifebeater.

He crept into his bed, tired from the days events. He fell asleep for the first time not completely sad and unwilling to do something. After all , he had something to do tomorrow that he looked forward to.

Hey guys, it's me! Please review and PM me for feedback! I will definitely continue but I also want to hear your opinions! I couldn't really put emphasis on the depression part because I'm not really good at writing about that. But anyway, please please please review! :D