Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2009 12:17:36 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mark Mcd <maninnotts@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Simon the scally 7

"Where are we going?" asked Simon.

"Let's head to Oxford Street" said Andy.

"Nah. Too many pigs around there during the day wanting to know why we're
not in school. Let's go to the East End. We'll get the bus to Liverpool
Street and grab a train."

With that, they left the flat and headed for the lift. Immediately he
started walking Simon was aware that the tracksuit was making a lot of
noise; with every step the material on each leg rubbed against itself
creating a `swishing' sound as he walked. If he took his hands out of his
pockets, then the arms also joined in; his cock had been hard for what
seemed like the whole day by this stage and it did not show any signs of
going down any time soon. In fact, walking behind Dale who was positively
shining in his red Lacoste tracksuit and Andy, whose tracksuit bottoms
definitely revealed at least part of the outline of his boxers, Simon could
not see how he would not be aroused for the entire day. He stopped to light
a cigarette, and then half ran to catch up with Dale and Andy. Of course,
when he ran the tracksuit made even more noise, which only served to turn
him on even more!

Dale and Andy turned round to see Simon, slightly out of breath, smoking
his cigarette as he caught up.

"Good idea" said Dale and pulled out his pack of Mayfair, offering one to
Andy.

"Don't mind if I do"

Dale lit them both with his Zippo and they started walking again. The
courtyard in the estate was quiet as it was during the day. A couple of
mothers were out walking with their prams, but there was no sign of any of
the youths which Simon had seen last time.

"I need to pick up some more blow" said Dale. He took out his mobile and
dialled a number.

"Yeah mate, just a Henry today. Can you tick it? Still waiting on some
cash. Yeah, no worries, cheers mate." Dale put the phone back in his
pocket. "I'm going to meet him in C block. Be about 10 minutes. You guys
can wait by the park."

"Ok" said Simon and Andy almost simultaneously, looked at each other and
laughed.

They sat on the swings; Simon watched Dale walking off towards a corner of
the park. At one point, he walked through a flash of sunlight and his red
Lacoste tracksuit almost glowed in the intense light.

"That's a cool tracksuit" said Andy.

"It's very noticeable!" replied Simon.

"That's the point. When you wear this gear it's about being noticed. People
think we all dress the same and copy each other, but it's not about
that. We wear shit because it'll make us get noticed.  Look at Dale's gear:
that tracksuit costs £160 brand new"

Simon nearly fell off the swing in shock.

"Fucking hell!"

"Yeah. And he has a few Lacoste tracksuits as well. Lacoste will always get
you noticed. Other tracksuits are about the colours and the way you wear
`em. Hooded gear is good. Wearing the hood up is cool because it's about
the style; it doesn't just hide your face, but there are different ways of
wearing it. You can wear it over a cap, over a scarf, or even wear it over
only half of your head. The trick is to set a new style; if people copy
your style then it's cool."

Simon was listening intently to every word. He decided to try it out; he
reached over to his hood, and pulled it up over his head, making sure to
cover only half his head.

"That's almost it. You need to tighten the drawstring a bit though." Andy
reached over and altered the hood slightly, then tightened the drawstrings
so that it remained in place. The sight of Andy reaching over him and
almost dressing him nearly sent Simon's cock over the edge; precum was
oozing from his cock and he could feel the area around his balls becoming
sticky. Andy's puffa body- warmer rubbed against his tracksuit making the
familiar sound of nylon rubbing against itself.

To compose himself, Simon reached into his tracksuit pocket and pulled out
his pack of Marlboro. He took one for himself, and offered the pack to
Andy.

"Marlboro reds huh? Proper man's cigarettes" joked Andy.

He lit his cigarette, and then offered the light to Simon. Andy took a
cheek-hollowing drag from his cigarette, inhaled deeply, and then took
another hard drag, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs for several
seconds before exhaling.

"Definitely the strongest fags" he said, wisps of smoke escaping from his
nose and mouth as he spoke. He took another deep drag.

"How long have you been smoking for?" asked Simon.

"Since I was about 9. I used to steal fags from my mum. She never noticed;
always had loads of packs around the house." As if to prove the longevity
of his habit, at this point Andy coughed; a really deep phlegmy cough which
seemed to emanate from the bottom of his lungs. Eventually, he hacked up a
piece of phlegm and spat it onto the floor.

"I hate it when can't get it clear! You know when you cough and sometimes
it feels as if you can't free the phlegm?"

Simon had yet to experience this but, judging by how long Andy had been
smoking coupled with the pot and the buckets he wasn't surprised at his
coughing exploits. He watched Andy as he smoked his cigarette; every drag
he took was like a caress – he almost kissed the cigarette into his
mouth, swallowing nearly the entire filter in the process. On removing the
cigarette from his mouth he inhaled sharply, drawing the smoke deeply into
his lungs where it lingered for a few seconds before he exhaled a large
cone of smoke. Simon was a more relaxed smoker; he took shorter drags and
didn't inhale so deep, but he wanted to try Andy's technique. He also took
a long, hard drag on his cigarette, and inhaled the smoke deep into his
lungs, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling.  His reward was a
slight feeling of light-headedness just like after the first cigarette of
the day. He hadn't noticed Andy observing him during this time.

"Damn! It looked like you were making love to that fag mate!"

"Just trying to get a decent drag. Once you get used to the strength they
don't seem strong enough anymore." Boasted Simon.

"I know what you mean. Hey, you're pretty cool mate; I always thought you
were one of the geeky kids with no life, but you're sound."

"I like to have some fun as well. How come I haven't seen you around at
school very much?"

"I don't go that often; can't be fucked. I'm failing pretty much everything
anyway, so it don't seem worth it. Besides, I'm suspended at the moment; I
was caught smoking a spliff in the toilets. Nearly got fucking expelled for
that!"

Simon looked at this bad lad, wearing his white trackies, yellow hoody and
navy body-warmer with a New York cap to top it off. He looked the part as a
scally, and his behaviour certainly seemed to fit the part, but Simon
couldn't help but think he was actually a nice guy; a little rough,
certainly, but from talking to him he thought that he could certainly be a
friend. Of course, he'd like him to be more than a friend: a very close
friend, or even better would be great!

"What's your moby number?" asked Andy.

Simon read out his number and Andy sent him a text. "Ok, that's my number."

They smoked in silence for a couple of minutes.

"That's a sweet trackie you're wearing there mate." Said Andy. "I always
liked that one on Dale."

Simon was shocked. He was unsure how to respond to his; was Andy saying he
liked the look of Dale in his tracksuit?

"You look surprised." Said Andy, looking at Simon. "Aint a guy allowed to
admire another guy's clothes?"

"I guess so." Stammered Simon

"I just think that tracksuit looks hot on you; you got the look just right
with the red hoody underneath. If you had a cap or beanie then it would
look well hot."

"Thanks. I've never really worn shit like this before."

"You should. It really suits you."

Just then, Dale emerged from the corner of the park.

"Sorted." He said. "Got something else for laters as well."

Simon was intrigued, but didn't press Dale for details as he was busy
trying to tuck his cock back into his boxers without anyone noticing. His
conversation with Andy had almost pushed him over the edge. Was Andy gay?
Surely a scally like him hated gays?

With that they headed out of the estate towards the main road...