Self-centred self-update & "What Happens Next" Story

Hey all,

First sorry to everyone [especially Dan] for not being around at all lately... I've been busier than a very busy bee with work, so I took the deliberate action of avoiding my email inbox since I knew it would be mega-full. I was right! I'm glad the situation with stories and not plagiarising them *appears* to be getting resolved. I'll add to what Dan has said and say that if you DO post stories from the blog elsewhere, then say where they are from! That's what we do here at the blog with pix from elsewhere, so kindly don't pass off work as your own, and say where you found it... spread the word!

Hopefully I should be less busy next week, and might get a chance to carry out my humiliation. I'll also try to dig out some new stuff from the net for ya all.

Here's a story I was sent a while back, the author has suggested that readers might like to give a rough outline for what happens next... just add a comment to this post [no need to register or give your name if you don't want to] and I guess the author can choose the best and continue the story as he wishes.... ENJOY!




Steve and Josh were the local school surfing champs, but were in serious need of some money to get themselves to the champs in Hawaii, and with the local school fair coming up, they came up with an idea, and after a few phone calls, this is what they came up with.......

It was 6am, and Josh had arrived at the school grounds, as the sun was begining to rise over the horizon, just as the truck turned up, holding the open-roofed gunge tank, that was hopefully going to make the pair alot of money today. As he went about setting it up, his and Steve's girlfriends had just arrived, with a car full of various supplies, from porridge to shaved ice, and milkshake syrup to gunge, the girls certainly didnt come under budget. By 6:30 their stall was set up and as Josh went to go get changed, the girls started writing the sign:

"Come and get revenge on a school hottie! A bucket of Ice $1, Bucket of Baked Beans $4, A Bucket of Porridge $7, A Bucket Milkshake Syrup $9, and a Bucket of Gunge $10, with over 300 different buckets to choose from, the revenge will be all yours!!!!"

Josh now began to reapear from the changing room wearing nothing but a pair of plain bule surf shorts, and all the girls from the other stalls began to whistle, something he didnt complain about, and loved every second of it.

As he went to go start unpacking the car (before the start at 7am) he saw Steve getting out of his car, already only wearing a pair of black shorts, something he wasnt expecting, as they agreed that he would be the one getting messy. "Couldnt let you have all the fun, mate!" Steve joked, and they both laughed and began to unpack the car together. Shortly before seven, they finished unpacking , and then made their way to the gunge tank, now, with all the other stall owners gazing over. As they got in, they found it was very cramped, and that there was no way they could not touch each other, so decided to go back to back to start off with, and then the girls locked them in, so that the tank could fill up over the course of the day, without spilling out. Just as the lock clicked, the airhorn blared, letting everyone know, the day had started. The girls decided (among their whispers to each other) that it would look better for the guys to start messy, so they went away together (much to the guys surprize) and brought out an extra large bucket, which had a bit of everything mixed in.

"Hey Guys, Heads Up!" And without even a moment to prepare themselves, the ice-cold (nipple erecting!) formula was poured over them, smothering the hairstyles that both guys started the day by workin on for a half-hour, then flowing down their chests and down to their bare feet, doing exactly what the girls had wanted it to do, starting the day off very messily indeed "Shi* thats cold!" Josh said "At least I cant feel your perspiration on my back anymore!" Steve replied................