Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2012 12:06:16 +0100 From: Adam Thomas Subject: Danny's Cockiness ALL WORK WAS WRITTEN BY MYSELF AND IS A COMPLETE WORK OF FICTION. SUCH EVENTS AND PEOPLE COULD EXIST BUT I WAS NOT AWARE WHEN WRITING THIS FICTION HIGH SCHOOL BASED STORY. PLEASE SEND ME COMMENTS OR IMPROVEMENTS TO ADAM.THOMAS101@HOTMAIL.CO.UK AS IT WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED. THERE WILL BE MORE PARTS TO COME! THANKS! ADAM T. This is the story of Danny, a cock 16 year old who gets his comeuppance in the form of Ryan. It is set in a small fictional suburb in Australia. I was 16. I was good-looking, if I do say so myself. I was 5ft11, light tanned skin, light brown hair and hazel eyes. My body was toned but not over-muscled like a juice head's. Anyway, back to my first day; I was in my room hurriedly trying to get changed. "Shit!" I exclaimed after I realised the time. "crapcrapcrapcrapcrap". I ran downstairs and grabbed the toast off of the plate; "Hi Dan-" Mum began, but I darted out the front door. Not long down the street I saw the bus leave the stop. I ran but wasn't fast enough, so the decision to walk the 2 mile journey was made for me. By the time I had got there, I could feel the sweat patches accumulating across my shirt. Embarrassing wasn't the word. This school was an all boy school, so the chance of me impressing any girls by removing my shirt was out of the question. So instead I took the spray out of my bag and coated myself in it. By now I was probably already 10 minutes late, so I ran to the block where my first class was; Gym studies. Boy oh boy did I love Gym. Not only cos of the sports but because of the showers. I wasn't gay but I did like to check out the competition in the showers. I knew they couldn't compete though; having an 8incher at 16 doesn't seem to have many competitors. Anyway, back to gym class, I jogged to my class, changed discreetly into my joggers and waited for the rest of the guys. All but one was familiar. He was tall; 5ft11 like me, blonde hair, deep blue eyes with surfer's hair and a well toned body. I was in awe, like I said, I'm not gay, but I knew when to admire a good physique. As the captain of the football team, I felt obliged to go over and introduce myself. "Daniel" I said, putting out my hand, awaiting a shake. "Ryan" he shook it, clearly noticing my dominance amongst the group, "I've just moved here from Melbourne." Ah, Melbourne loved the place. We were both shirtless, his chest seemed to out-do mine; his pecs were a lot firmer than mine. By now all the boys had gone with Mr. Toms, our teacher, and so it was just us. I don't know, I seemed to begin getting this urge; this urge to touch him. So I did. I put my hand out, slowly but steadily towards his left pec as he began to put on his top. He felt my hand on his chest and stopped. Just then, the door slammed open. I dropped my hand and pretended to be looking for my top. "Get out there, Danny. And you too Ryan, got to introduce you to the rest of the guys" Mr. Toms said. "Alright sir, almost done" I said as he left the room. I turned back to Ryan. He had a face like a slapped arse. "What the hell was that about?" he asked. "What was what about?" I hesitated. "You...touching my chest...what the hell was that about?" he seemed to be getting more aggressive. "Oh, that...I was just checking you out" I replied, casually. "Dude, I'm not...you know, gay". I stepped back..."Neither am I! What gave you that idea? Just cos I can appreciate a guy's physique doesn't mean I want to fuck him!"I said. "Sorry dude, I just thought cos you were so hung up on it you were...you know, gay." "Look, let's just forget this happened and go out to the pitch" I said, trying to cover up my mistake. And so we walked out of the changing room.