This is a work of fiction. Any places, events, themes and characters dead or alive are purely coincidental.
"Malcolm's log, #1823. High school turned out a bit more enjoying to me. 2 weeks ago, I made a new connection on a fellow human being. Montgomery Berg, same age, same height and we've been hanging out lately. He likes basketball, chemistry and also he thinks I am awesome. He said he'd like to introduce me to some of his friends. I agreed, although I was supposed to be lecturing the seniors about basic calculus. Malcolm Savage, out.".
High school was pretty easy than I imagined. I was supposed to be in Oxford to get that doctorate in quantum physics, but that nosy dean said I was "too young" to join the university! Really? A 16 year old can't go to a decent university? These people say that an average 16 year old should be making friends, not creating sentient pathogens that can kill you in seconds (I created one, luckily it has a built-in kill switch), which is easy by the way. My parents sent me to this....institute to enjoy my teenage years. I am having trouble fitting in, until he arrived. Montgomery helped me fit in here. He says that I'm cool, even though it's really hot here. He said that I should call him Tommy. Montgomery sounds a bit long and he'd rather be called by his nickname. He has brown, wavy hair, Green eye on left side, Brown eye on the right. 1% of the population have heterochromia. He had fair skin and, a scar on his left arm. All the girls loved him because of his jaunty personality. He seems attractive and into sports, while I'm just a weird nerd who loves to geek out on everything. Tommy always say that to beware of bullies because I'm a nerd and schools have bullies because of nerds! What a ridiculous rule.
I was at the hallway, minding my own business and calculating how many seconds will I lose if i continue to go in this daycare for teenagers, when this fat guy with a varsity jacket and smoking a vape pushed me into the lockers and breaking my priced glasses! MY GLASSES!! These were a gift from my college professor! "Oops. That happened" . Are bullies really that rude? I stood up, confronted him, only to get my ass kicked. Everyone was laughing, making fun of me, but they forgot I am the 5-time defending champion of the State Science Convention. I always carry these babies with me(Gas bombs). I was about to throw one when Tommy came and defended me. Uhh...does he need money? Why is he defending me? Ugh, teens are complicated! "Leave Malcolm alone, Brandon! He didn't do anything."---"Look at Tommy, being a bitch, defending this nerdy prick. Step aside, or else you'll be sent to the infirmary with your boyfriend here!" Brandon said. "Uhh, technically, yeah. Of course I'm his boyfriend. What am I a woman?"--- "(Laughs) Ohh, I always thought you would be smart ass but, you're dumb!" Dumb?!! Ok, I had it. I injected my trial pathogen to his arm. At first, he'll get nauseous, some dysentery then the virus dies. No biggie. "Ugh! What have you done?!! Psychopath!" Uhh...No. I'm a sociopath. Brandon hurriedly ran towards the loo and the other people ran away in fear. "Duuude!! That was awesome! You're amazing! No one ever made Brandon ran away in fear!" Tommy said. "Well, thank you. I'm flattered." I responded. What was his deal anyway? Why did he protected me? I asked: "Why did you do that?"---"Do what?"---"You know, you stood up for me. Do you need cash? I have some cash if you like." He giggled then said "What do you mean? We're friends! That's what friends do! We got each other's company. Something tells me that I must be the first friend you had."
Yeah, no doubt about it. I spent all my life, inside my room creating innovative ideas and researching. I'm still new to this friendship thing and I hope I can document it for my research. He grabbed my hand and we got to Chemistry. Really? All they taught us is how to memorize the periodic table?! "Lame! Where's the experiments?!"--- "I'm sorry Mr. Savage, but we just started Chemistry. We can conduct experiments when all of you are... experienced enough."---"Experienced?! Really, Mrs. Fielding? You're saying that to me?"--- "Umm...Look, your classmates still need to learn a little bit more about Chemistry" Ugh. This is gonna be lame! So, Mrs. Fielding was kinda embarrassed and left.
PE started and we got to the gym. "Why? This is a subject?! Really? How will it help me get a job in NASA?!" PE sucks and that's a fact. "Dude, please keep your voice down! Mr. Ivanov hates complaints!" Tommy whispered. Highschool is lame! "Okay you limp maggots, we're gonna play dodgeball! Find a teammate. You, smarty-pants, team up with this....who is this bubble headed, dollar store version of Justin Bieber?"---"Umm... he's Chandler, sir." What?! I have to play with that Chandler fella? They say that sportsmanship can help find new friends. I need more friends in order to document it for my research. "Malcolm's log #1825. I am now gonna play "dodgeball" with a potential friend. Physical activities can help blood surge to my body faster, thus making me healthy. That's what they say. Malcolm Savage, out."---"Uhh, dude? What is that? It looks like a recording device or some sort."---"It's my recorder. It records every log happening on my life. Some folks call it a "diary", but my logs mostly rely on scientific research and discovery." I have 14 recorders back at home. I record everything that's happened in my life.
"Okay, the rules are simple, dodge the balls and do not get hit." Neh, pretty simple. So, Chandler came and said "Malcolm, is it? I'm Chandler." I smiled at him and then he smiled back. He was physically fit, had brown hair and blue eyes, fair skinned and a lot of girls cheered for him. We got to fight with Brandon and Charlie. "Say your prayers now, bitch!" Brandon shouted. Excuse me? I'm not a dog! Why'd he call me bitch? "Ohh, see "bitch" is a vulgar word. It's used to insult people." Chandler explained. Oh, he's threatening us. "Okay, ready, set, go!" Hm, easy. I've easily computed their movements by how intense they look at us. They're gonna throw it a lot harder and aim for either our head, chest or belly. They underestimated us. I warned Chandler to watch out for the ball and stare at them angrily to lower their guard down. They never aimed for our feet, which gives us an idea. We aimed at their feet, which made them lose balance and boom! We won by hitting them while they're down. "Not bad! For a nerd, I thought you'd be bad at sports. Say, wanna hang out this lunch?" Oh, he's inviting me to hangout with him. I nodded and he punched my fist, which is a friendly greeting that they call "fist bump".
It was already lunchtime and Tommy, Chandler and this...fella here was waiting for me. They greeted me and I smiled. "Oh! Mal, this is Frank, my friend. He said he wants to meet you"---"Oh, you're Malcolm? I'm Francis." He then shakes my hand and winked at me. He was 5'4 tall, blond, green eyes, and seems really fit and also attractive. I was taller than him, only for just an inch taller. I had reddish brown hair, Brown eyes and glasses. "So, uh, what do you guys want to do for the holidays? Mom and Pops are taking me to this lake house and they said it was okay to bring friends over. Are you guys free?" Chandler suggested. I suppose that would be great for building up trust and strengthening bonds. All of us agreed on it. "Are you sure Mal? You see, Frank and Chandler are....you know."---"What? They're best friends, that's all."---"No. They're....more than just friends. You know what I mean?" To be frank, I already knew about it. I read some...teenage romance novels, suggesting if one male is attractive and has no intentions of being in a relationship with an opposite sex, he falls in love with another attractive male to satisfy his desires. "I respect their decisions, Tommy. I'm perfectly fine with it." Frank and Chandler sighed and smiled at me. "What about you Malcolm? Have you found your...partner?"---"Uhh...no. I still have no interest about it. I'm just a free bird, soaring high and no responsibilities." I don't think I want to get in a relationship, actually. It's just a waste of time. I mean, being in a relationship is fine, but I'm still focusing to create more things before I leave this world.
I was at the locker room, organizing stuff, when Tommy came in and greeted me. He took off his shirt and his pants to change clothes. To my surprise, he had visible abs and he was only wearing a jockstrap, which made his ass cheeks visible. I did not notice that he was staring at me then he said: "Whatcha looking at Mal?" Huh? Oh! I just noticed that I was staring at his ass cheeks the whole time. "Uhh...nothing? I was just wondering how does it feel to wear one of those jockstraps."---"Oh, it's very comfortable, actually. You could buy one if you like." Phew, saved myself from embarrassment. We chatted for a while. He told me I could join the football club, but I'm more of a non-athletic person. I still remembered how he blushed when I looked at his ass.
It was home time already and My driver picked me up after school. I don't know why, but the sight of his ass is still in my prefrontal cortex and it's starting to bug me. We were a pretty wealthy family and we had lots of connections to big businesses. Mom made snacks and to my surprise, Montgomery was there. "Oye! Lad! Your pal here said that you forgot your recorder and he wanted to give it back." Tommy was smiling really wide, suggesting that he might've had a good day. I thanked him and I asked if he wants to stick around a bit long. He nodded and I did my usual exercise.
I was at the basement gym when Tommy followed me. "Whoa. You didn't told me that you were rich! Dang, I wish I could afford a treadmill. Mind if I join you?" I nodded and I took off my shirt to change. "Whoa!"---"Uh, woah? What woah?" I asked him and he was staring at my abdomen. "It's just, I thought you were one of those skinny nerds but damn! I would kill for those abs! You are ripped, dude. I wonder why you're still single." Am I really that attractive? Huh, did not notice that. We exercised for about an hour and then, we hit the showers to clean ourselves up. It was so relaxing when that hot water just relieves that sore spots in your body. I just noticed that Tommy was in the same shower at me and I took a quick glimpse and saw his....hole. It was really hairy and I kinda wanted to touch it but, what am I doing?! I stared at the ceiling to forget about the sight of it. Okay, this is weird. His asshole was really.....nice to look at.
I continued to shower when I saw Tommy, staring at my limp dick. "Yeah, it's small. I get it." I said while covering it because i was feeling a bit mortified. My dick was only 5â..." inches long and covered with a not-so-bushy forest of pubes. I looked at his dick in return and, to my surprise, it was the same size as mine, but he had minimal hair on him. "Hehe. Our dicks seem alike, don't you think?"---"Yeah, it sure is. Is it okay for friends to look at each other's penises?" I asked because I was just curious. He nodded and kept staring at my naked body. I was cleaning my dick and that is where his dick erected. It got a bit longer, about 6 inches now. We finished cleaning and got to my room. "Dude! Your room is like a museum! Let me guess, these are your collections and inventions?"---"Yeah, they are off-limits, but since you are my friend, feel free to look around." It was kinda weird, having another person enter my room. I offered him some of my old clothes and got dressed. "Dude, do you have any videogames?"---"Uhh, yeah. Actually, I have some here." My videogames were mostly educational and as I expected, Tommy disliked it. "Lame! Do you have any other game like Call of Duty? Fortnite?"---"No, I have no callings for duty and no fortnights." I did not know it, but for teenagers, videogames are like everyone's doing right now. We got downstairs and watched T.V. I was pretty bummed out when he said he needed to leave. I waved goodbye to Tommy.
After dinner, I went straight to my bedroom to record my daily life. "Malcolm's log #1827. My good friend, Tommy stopped by and exercised and took a shower with me. He kept looking at my genital and he said it was normal for friends to take a peek on their genitals, so I felt a bit more comfortable with it. We had the same length of our penises and his pubic area had small amounts of hair, while mine is like a forest of pubes. He also told me I was fit and active and he wondered why I was still single. I still have no clue what to do, but I'm perfectly fine being single. Malcolm Savage, out." I created a prototype on my mechanical drone to pass the time. It was 10 p m and I needed to sleep. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day. I don't know why, but the sight of his dick, his abs and his gorgeous asshole just keeps displaying on my brain! What is going on?! Maybe I just need some sleep and I'll forget about it. Get back to your senses, Malcolm!
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