Logan was really riding high on life at the moment.
He had just graduated high school last month, which meant no more putting up with the jerks between classes.
Then to add to his high- his parents dropped a real surprise on him at his 18th birthday party.
He now had brand new sports car to show off around town!
...but the best part of being 18 and out of school was no homework or having to get up early!
Logan knew he ought to be out there looking for some fun. He had all kinds of curiosities that needed satisfying.
He'd have little trouble landing a girl with his platinum blonde hair that was entirely natural with his ocean blue eyes.
He kept his brightly colored hair spiked and that added to the look. There were a few freckles on his cheeks, but they suited him.
Yep! He really ought to be out there playing the field...
...and yet, he might have dragged his feet on getting some action much longer if his perfect summer hadn't been suddenly interrupted.
One night he tossed and turned with dreams of his former tormentors at school.
His main aggressor there had been a burly brunette named James Entworth.
James liked to act all redneck with Wrangler jeans and boots, so he naturally found stylish guys like Logan to be girlish.
Logan felt a wash of fresh anger as he dreamed about James slamming him against a locker.
"Faggot!" his former tormentor's voice echoed in his head.
He became aware of tossing and snapped awake.
Logan still trembled with anger while wiping sticky sweat off his forehead.
He told himself that was all over, but it was too late. His morning was sour. He needed a distraction...
When he got out of bed to go shower something else suddenly bothered him. He became aware of sticky, still warm semen in the crotch of his drawers.
"What the fuck," he whispered aloud to himself, recalling the dream.
That troubled him his entire shower.
Why had a dream about his former bully made him cream his undies?
He felt like the water couldn't run down his skin enough to cleanse how dirty he felt. His shower took over 40 minutes!
Finally he turned off the tap and stepped out.
He spent about another fifteen in front of the mirror, making sure his blonde spikes were perfectly sculpted.
Then he got in his new sportscar and started driving- he wasn't sure to where.
