With a running dive you grab onto the shoe lace of Logan's shoe as the he begins to collect his things, he shuffles off the bus leaving you dangling and swinging wildly around his feet. Your world is consumed by the loud booming his feet create when they come into contact with the floor of the bus, your ears are ringing and yet you manage to slowly climb the lace and reach the opening of his shoe. Sitting at the mouth of his shoe is a million times less chaotic than dangling from his shoe lace and you take a moment to let your racing heart settle down and catch your breath. Never did you imagine a 12 year old could be so terrifying. Taking a deep breath through your nose you have to immediately resist the urge to gag, the smell coming from his bare foot is almost enough to knock you out. You thank whatever deity prevented you from ending up inside that shoe because you doubt you would have made it out.
After a rough ride to his first class, you begin to make your ascent up Logan to get his attention. You grip the fine hairs that line the boys legs and painstakingly climb each one as if you're climbing a very smelly unwashed tree. The odor coming from the kid is intense and causes you to have to pause continuously as you climb to prevent yourself from becoming light headed. After a full 40 minutes of climbing you reach the boys knees but are granted no reprieve as the bell for first period rings and Logan gets up from his seat, preventing you from sitting down to get some energy. Once again your world is shaken back and forth as Logan begins to make his way to his next destination, the thunderous booming from earlier is faint compared to the ear shattering cacophony from earlier, as you dangle from the hair on his thigh.
Your arms beginning to get heavy, you take a deep breath and turn around to see where Logan is heading to. With a horrifying realization, you see he is heading for the boys restroom, he appears to have to relieve himself between class periods. Opening the door to the bathroom, Logan bee lines for the closest open stall, slamming the door shut and unbuckling his pants. With a deep sigh he lowers his pants and underwear, nearly knocking you off his leg hair and drops his ass on the porcelain seat with a loud thud. The first thing that came was the noises, loud massive farts erupt from inside the toilet bowl, shortly followed by plops of water signaling something you definitely didn't want to think about. Taking a minute to regather your strength, you lay on Logan's thigh to catch your breath, which signaled the second thing that came to you, the smell. The smell coming from inside the bowl made you retch, gag and retch again until you couldn't take it anymore, the smell of fresh shit permeated the air and you leaned over Logan's thigh with your eyes closed to puke, which surprisingly landed in the toilet. Opening your eyes you are greeted with sight of three floating logs in the murky toilet water below causing you to puke again. Bringing your head up to quickly look away from the carnage below, your eyes are met with something wicked.
Staring right at you, dangling above the abyss below you is Logan's penis and scrotum, large in comparison to your size, the boys still developing genitals sway back and forth as the youth reaches for some toilet paper. You stare at the monstrosity before you, completely oblivious to giant's actions above you until his hand reaches down between his legs to wipe, breaking your eye contact with his cock. After a thorough wipe, Logan drops the toilet paper into the foul concoction below, his hand rises up from the bowl and pulls the flusher, he then reaches down towards his underwear and his hand collides into your tiny form sending you flying towards..  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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