Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2009 15:34:59 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mark Mcd <maninnotts@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Scally Simon Chapter 8

Simon noticed that both Dale and Andy walked with more of a swagger when
together. Hanging back slightly he got to view both of them from behind,
and he liked what he saw: Andy's bottom with the clear outline of his
boxers visible through the thin white material, looked beautifully
rounded. After their conversation he couldn't help but wonder about Andy's
sexuality; was he gay?  It seemed odd to say the things he'd said if he was
straight, especially given that he was a scally and hung around with other
lads who would surely beat up gays. As for Dale, he still couldn't believe
how hot he looked in his red Lacoste tracksuit; people were looking at him
and no wonder as the red material really drew attention to him. He was also
aware that people were looking at him as he was part of the scally group;
some people avoided them by crossing the road, others gave them a wide
berth, and some just looked at them with disdain. Simon was rather enjoying
the attention; Dale and Andy were messing around, pushing each other and
generally being boisterous.

They got to the bus stop, and all lit a cigarette. Simon could see a couple
of the older people giving them disapproving looks; he gave them a sneer
and took a deep drag on his cigarette. Andy went one step further and
deliberately blew the smoke towards them.

The bus arrived and they all boarded, heading straight for the stairs and
to the back of course. Andy and Dale immediately lit another cigarette.

"You not having a smoke then?" asked Andy

"He's chicken shit mate. Won't smoke on the bus" said Dale

Andy started making chicken noises at Simon and Dale joined in. Simon could
feel his face going red and decided he might as well light up. Now that
they'd forced Simon to light up, Dale turned his attention to rolling up a
joint. He rolled up two very quickly; Simon marvelled at how he managed to
do it whilst the bus was rocking around. Andy was holding the paper in his
hand whilst Dale crumbled the tobacco and the hash. He had time to roll up
two more before they arrived at Liverpool Street station.

They smoked another cigarette once they got off the bus. Simon looked at
his packet and realised he was getting low. "Shit, " he thought, "I only
bought this pack last night. I've already smoked 10 fags today and it's not
even lunchtime." He drained the cigarette and headed into the Whistle Stop
to buy some more.

"Twenty Marlboro reds please" he said to the cashier.

"Are you sixteen?"

"Course I am!" Simon hadn't been asked for ID when buying cigarettes for
nearly six months. Then he remembered what he was wearing; Of course! The
scally gear; no doubt the cashier thought he was underage and trying to buy
cigarettes. He took his provisional driving licence from his wallet and
gave it to the cashier. She examined it closely.

"Can you remove your hood for a minute? I can't tell if it's you in the
picture."

Simon blushed; he'd forgotten about the hood and he suddenly felt
self-conscious.

"OK. Looks like you. Here you go." She handed him the cigarettes and his
change. Simon went back outside to find Dale and Andy smoking yet another
cigarette. He'd never smoked so many in a day himself, but he took another
from his packet and lit up.

"So, where we headed then?"

"Hmmm. We could go to Stratford; nice and easy on the Central Line." Said
Andy.

"Nah, let's go to Ilford" said Dale. "I like the JD Sports there much
better."

"Ok. Ilford it is then!"

They finished their cigarettes and went into the main concourse. Simon had
never hung around a station during a school day before, and he was
surprised at just how many other scally lads seemed to be milling around;
one lad saw Andy and Dale and approached them.

"Alright" he said to Andy.

"Alright mate. How you doing? Aint seen you around for a while."

"Got in a bit of trouble, didn't I? Pigs thought I'd done some robbery, but
it weren't me, this time!  How you doing?"

"Same as usual. Just going to Ilford if you fancy coming?"

"Yeah mate, why not? Who's this?" he asked pointing at Simon.

"This is Simon from school. He's alright."

"He's not in school, so he must be! I'm Steve mate" he said to Simon. "Got
a fag?"

Simon reached into his tracksuit and pulled out his Marlboro, lighting one
for himself and handing one to Steve.

"Ta mate." Said Steve.

Simon looked at Steve; he was wearing a very shiny black Nike tracksuit. It
was all black, with a large Nike Premier logo on the back in light blue
which he caught sight of when Steve bent over to pick up his dropped
cigarette. Even better, the super shiny material of the bottoms seemed to
make his arse a perfect shape; it almost looked as if light radiated from
his backside! With every move he made the nylon material rubbed together
and made a rustling sound; just like his own tracksuit. Simon put his hands
down the front of his tracksuit bottoms and rearranged his tackle so that
his erection was no longer poking out.

"See, you're even putting your hands down your trackies like a scally now!"
mocked Andy. Dale laughed at him and Steve looked quizzical.

"Simon's not a scally" said Dale, heavy with sarcasm.

"He fucking looks like one to me!" replied Steve.

Once again Simon blushed, his face almost matching the colour of his
hood. Dale went over to him and started rubbing his hands together as if
warming them from the heat of Simon's blush. Simon put his hood up and
pulled the cords tight.

"Come on then!" he joked. They all laughed and then went over to check the
train times.

"There's a train to Ilford in about five minutes" Said Dale. "Just time to
go outside and smoke this" he said, pulling a joint from his tracksuit
pocket.

"Top; you've got some gear. I ran out this morning" said Steve.

They went to the front of the station and lit the joint. Simon was amazed
at how they didn't care about smoking drugs in public; they were standing
in a busy public area smoking a joint without a care in the world. The
total disregard for the law rather excited him; he wondered what else they
may get up to this afternoon. The others took two long drags each, without
exhaling between and then handed the joint to Simon. He copied the others,
taking a long, hard drag, inhaling as deep as he could, and then taking
another long, hard drag. By the time he exhaled he was almost gasping for
air. The pot did its job though; he immediately started feeling strange and
rather dopey. He lit a Marlboro to compose himself.

"Shit mate, you smoke a lot of fags!" commented Steve.

"Yeah, I do smoke a lot."

Just then Dale noticed the time. "We've got about a minute; best get a move
on!"

They ran into the station, with Andy noticeably lagging behind. Dale and
Steve jumped the barrier, whilst Simon used his travel card. They jumped on
the train; Andy arrived just as the doors were closing.

All four sat down and caught their breath. They were all breathing heavily,
but Andy was sweating and taking much longer to catch his breath;
eventually he coughed long and hard, hacked his throat and sat back. "Shit,
I gotta stop running!" he joked.

The others laughed. As the train pulled out, Simon's head felt rather
heavy; he'd already shared four joints today and smoked a whole joint when
he left the house. His thoughts seemed to be racing through his head
uncontrollably; clearly he was quite stoned. All the same, he was rather
enjoying the feeling. Looking out of the train window was relaxing and the
world seemed to be a very different place from normal. He started thinking
about the lads he was travelling with: Dale, looking very hot in his red
Lacoste tracksuit, laughing and joking with Steve whom he'd just met. He
didn't know much about Steve, but he loved his taste in clothes; if he
could, he would love to rub up against Steve's shiny tracksuit and feel his
cock through the thin nylon material. He bet that if Steve had a hard-on he
could suck that cock right through the trackies! Finally Andy, possibly the
most intriguing of the lads; obviously he was a scally -- of the four he
was certainly dressed most like a scally which was not to say that the
others weren't. It was just that Andy had the scally attitude of not caring
about school, or what he was going to do with himself; he clearly didn't
care about his health either judging by how unfit he was and how much he'd
smoked. However, Andy seemed to be a bit different in some way; the way
he'd talked with Simon about being a scally, and how he'd described Dale as
looking fit in his tracksuit and how good Simon looked in his black
tracksuit. He was sure they were becoming firm friends, but could it go
further?

He was shocked back to the real world by Dale punching him in the
arm. "Come on mate, we're here. You seemed to be in another world there!"

Dale wasn't far wrong; Simon definitely felt quite unsteady. Nevertheless,
he got to his feet and made his way off the train. There were some railway
staff near the exit barriers, so Dale and Steve were unable to jump the
barriers; instead, Dale started talking to one of the men about his ticket
whilst Andy and Steve jumped the barriers and ran off.

"Oi, get back here you little shits!" he bellowed.

Once he was occupied with trying to see where they made off to, Dale also
jumped the barrier and disappeared around a corner. Simon used his ticket
to exit and set off round the same corner.

"That was pretty smart!" said Simon.

"Yeah, it's a trick we use quite a lot. We'll meet up with the others in a
bit once the station bloke has given up. Let's have a smoke."

Simon took out a Marlboro and offered the pack to Dale. "Cheers mate."

They lit their cigarettes and inhaled deeply. Simon was still feeling
distinctly odd: sights and sound seemed a little abnormal and he was
smoking his cigarette much harder than usual, almost in the same way as
when he was copying Andy earlier in the day. He finished the cigarette in
half the normal time and decided he needed another immediately; he took
another cigarette and used the old one to light it.

"Shit mate, smoking a lot there?"

"Yeah, feeling a bit fucked actually!"

"Yeah it's good shit isn't it? I'm feeling pretty buzzed myself. Not as
fucked as you though! You like fucking white mate!"

"I'll be ok in a bit."

"Well, finish that fag and we'll go and meet the others. They'll be outside
O'Neill's."

Simon drained his cigarette almost to the filter and stamped it out.

"Let's have another spliff" said Dale.

Simon wasn't sure about this, but he didn't want to appear weak in front of
Dale, so he stood and watched as Dale lit the joint.

"Ever done a blowback?" asked Dale.

"No. What is it?"

"I put the cherry of the spliff in my mouth and blow; you inhale the smoke
straight down. Here, come closer" he said, as he prepared to put the
burning end of the joint in his mouth.

Simon wobbled towards him. "No closer. Our lips need to be almost touching,
almost as if you were going to kiss me, if you were a poof!"

Simon leaned over and touched his lips to Dale; a bolt of electricity shot
through his body as their lips touched and his cock instantly pushed hard
against the soft nylon material of his tracksuit bottoms. Then, Dale
started blowing: "breathe in hard!" he exclaimed.

Simon sucked the smoke into his lungs as fast as he could; the smoke was
acrid and hot and he could feel it forcing its way down into every surface,
every alveoli almost. He kept going until his lungs called out for air, the
force on his chest just too great to breathe in anymore. He stood back from
Dale, and exhaled the smoke, a vast plume of grey hash smoke. He gasped for
air, and then was surprised when he exhaled almost the same amount of smoke
again. After three or four breaths he finally expelled the last of the
smoke. By this time he was feeling quite dizzy, and slumped down onto the
floor; fortunately, it has been raining a lot recently, and the muddy
ground was soft. He sat on his backside for a moment.

"You alright mate?" asked Dale.

Simon looked up from under his hood; Dale was standing over him looking
concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine mate, just felt a bit dizzy there for a minute."

"You had a whitey. Too much too quickly!" Dale grabbed onto Simon's hand
and helped pull him up.  "Bit of mud there mate", he said, looking around
Simon's backside. "Doesn't matter too much". He rubbed the worst of it off
with his hands. Dale rubbing his backside sent jolts of pleasure straight
to Simon's cock; it shot up to fully-erect in less than a second. The feel
of Dale rubbing his hand against the soft nylon material, which then rubbed
against the nylon lining and then onto Simon's bare skin was just electric.

"Hmmm." Said Dale, "Getting a bit of pleasure down there I see! Anyway,
we've got to meet the lads. Let's get moving."

Simon dusted himself off, rearranged his cock so it was held in by his
boxers and followed Dale. He paused to light a cigarette first, inhaling
deeply and feeling a bit better. He caught up with Dale.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine mate. Feel much better after that sit down" he joked. He took four
more deep drags on his Marlboro, and exhaled loudly. "In fact, I feel much
better now. Quite a nice buzz. The blowback hit me quite hard at first, but
now I just feel pretty light."

"That's good. You had me worried for a minute. You're making a habit of
getting my trackies dirty as well!"

"Sorry mate. I didn't mean to."

"Don't worry about it. I do it all the time as well! When you drink and
smoke as much as I do you're going to have accidents from time to time."

By this time they had walked to O'Neill's. Andy and Steve were waiting
outside smoking cigarettes.  Simon stubbed out his smoke, and lit another.

"You're a right fucking chimney you!" exclaimed Steve.

"I just like my smokes mate."

"What the fuck have you two been doing? You're covered in mud."

"Simon had a whitey. I gave him a blowback and he needed to have a sit down
afterwards."

"Fuck mate, that's well sick!" exclaimed Steve with a touch of admiration.

Simon wasn't sure how old Steve was, but he seemed fairly immature; he
guessed that he was maybe 15 or so. Some fifteen year-olds almost looked
like they should be shaving, but Steve was definitely young looking and
seemed to be the most junior member of the group. He was sure he'd seen him
around in school, but not very often; occasionally he'd seen him in the
smoking area, but then he hardly knew many of the scallies in the years
below. He still looked cute though; besides the tracksuit, he was wearing
some sort of polo shirt underneath with the collar up in a rebellious way.
His hair was trendy, shaved short at the sides and slightly spiked at the
top. Simon guessed he was the sort of kid who was looking to impress all
the time to get respect from other kids. He walked with a definite swagger;
shoulders pushed out, arse moving nicely -- his arms moved like a
clockwork toy. Of course, the effect was to heighten the noise made by his
tracksuit which is what really caught Simon's attention as well as the way
the material tightened around each butt cheek as he walked.  Steve reached
into the right pocket of his tracksuit bottoms and pulled out a ten pack of
Mayfair cigarettes, the preferred brand of all scallies.

"Got a light mate?" he asked Simon.

Simon dropped his cigarette to the floor, pulled out one of his Marlboros
and lit both cigarettes. He guessed that as he was getting to know these
lads he may as well impress them with his smoking ability.

"So, what we gonna do now?" asked Steve.

"Let's go to JD." Said Dale. "I wanna take another look at that Adidas
tracky"

They set off for JD Sports. To any on-lookers, they were another group of
young scallies, loitering in their sportswear, smoking cigarettes and
generally up to no good. As it was during the day on a school day, it was
even clearer that they were truants; Dale, Simon and possible Andy could
pass for old enough to be out of school (technically Simon was past leaving
age having started sixth form), but Steve was clearly of school age. They
went down the escalator into the shop; as they reached the bottom a couple
of members of staff spotted them, and the manager decided to keep a close
eye on them.

Dale headed for the Adidas section; looking through the tracksuits he soon
found what he was looking for.

"What do you think guys?" he asked holding it up to them.

"Looks fucking mint to me mate" answered Steve, "would fucking love one of
`em myself".

"Yeah." Said Andy, "Sorted. Looks like it would fuckin' suit ya."

"I know Simon likes it; he said so yesterday, even though he claims not to
be a scally!"

They all laughed at him, especially Steve; which irritated him for some
reason. Perhaps it was the hash wearing off a touch; a slight come down. He
decided to go and look at some other tracksuits himself, wondering off to
the Nike section on his own. Then he saw it: the tracksuit he'd tried on in
Oxford Street that weekend. OK, it wasn't the exact same one which he could
tell by the lack of stains, but it was the same design. Even better, it had
a sale tag on it. He went over and fiddled with the label to find the
price: £45 reduced from £70. He could actually afford it.

"Why don't you try it on?" asked Andy appearing from behind him, "I think
it would look great on you".

"I'm not sure. It's a lot of money and I don't really wear this sort of
thing. I wouldn't use it much."

"You're wearing a tracksuit today aren't you? How does it feel?"

"It feels fine I guess. I'm just not sure what my friends would make of
it!"

"I'm one of your friends now, and so is Dale. We wear this shit all the
time, so just go ahead and try it on."

Simon nodded. "Yeah, fuck it, why not? I've got £100 saved up, might as
well try it out."

With that he went off to the changing room to try on the tracksuit. In the
cubicle, it was just as he remembered it last time; the material was a
rough nylon. The pattern was the same: black with grey patterned spots on
the outside and all red on the inside for the reversible jacket, and all
black with grey patterning with a mesh lining for the bottoms. The top was
hooded, which was a big plus, especially as the hood was also reversible
which meant it was also nylon lined. Simon could find no faults whatsoever
with the tracksuit!

He unzipped his now muddy tracksuit jacket; the feeling of his arm rubbing
against the body of the jacket was enough to power his cock into a
throbbing bulge, once again pushing hard out of his boxers, the helmet
nestling against the nylon lining of his tracksuit bottoms. Next, he
unzipped the red tracksuit jacket and slid his arms out of the
sleeves. Even though this jacket was of a cotton-like material, he enjoyed
the soft feeling of the arms against his hair, almost like cotton wool. He
first decided to try on the jacket with his muddy tracksuit bottoms
borrowed from Dale, mainly because they were nylon-lined. He removed the
jacket from the hanger and pulled down the zip, his cock was throbbing in
anticipation; he placed his arms into the sleeves and pulled the jacket on,
pulling the zip up to the very top. He was now totally ensconced in
nylon. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror; as he moved the
friction from the nylon caused his helmet to force itself through the gap
in his boxers and push against the front of the tracksuit bottoms. Every
slight movement caused a fairly loud noise as the nylon was fairly stiff.

"How's does it feel?" asked Andy from outside the door, "Come out and let's
take a look."

He pushed open the door to find Andy watching intently. What he wasn't
prepared for was Steve and Dale both waiting outside. Dale was wearing the
Adidas tracksuit, looking as hot as he had when he tried it on the previous
day.

"Looks good mate." Said Andy

"Nice tracks" said Steve.

"You look good as a scally" said Dale.

With that, Simon made up his mind to buy the tracksuit.

"What about some trainers mate?" asked Andy, "Those Converse don't really
go with it."

"Will you be taking that sir?" asked a shop assistant.

"Yes." Replied Simon. Going over to the trainers he picked up a pair of
white Lacoste trainers with Velcro fastenings.

"Only £50 in the sale sir."

"Do you have them in size 10?" asked Simon.

"I'll go and take a look."

Dale was still admiring himself in the mirror. "I think I'll take this. I
love the colour way on this." He went back into the changing room and
changed back into his red Lacoste tracksuit. He carried the Adidas
tracksuit over to the till where the assistant proceeded to remove the
tags.

The other assistant returned with the Lacoste trainers. Simon slipped off
his Converse and placed his feet into the new trainers; they fitted
perfectly. He stood up and walked around in front of the floor mirror, each
step creating a swishing sound as his tracksuit hugged his every
movement. He definitely had to take these trainers! He also went to the
changing rooms and changed back into Dale's tracksuit. He took the items to
the till and paid with cash.

"How about a hat sir? You get twenty percent off any of the hats behind the
till."

"Hmmm. What don't you try the Tibetan hat there?" asked Andy. He was
pointing at a black woollen bobble hat with ear flaps. Simon had seen guys
wearing them around town; the sides came down almost to the shoulders. He
thought they looked cool, but they were considered very scally.

"Alright." He said. Simon tried it on, and looked in the mirror. He wasn't
prepared for the scally staring back at him! I could wank off over this for
months, thought Simon.

"OK, I'll take it all" said Simon.

Andy grinned at him. "See, I told you that you'd like the gear"

He paid for the goods and then asked if he could wear it straight away. The
assistant beckoned to the changing rooms again and Simon headed over. Once
again, he removed Dale's tracksuit and this time he put it into the JD
Sports bag. He removed the tags from his new tracksuit and put it on.
Finally, he removed the tags from the hat, and placed it on his head; his
transformation into a scally was complete! He couldn't resist standing in
front of the mirror, turning occasionally to view himself from every
angle. He started massaging his cock through the thin nylon material; it
felt great, especially around his cock and balls where, for some reason, it
felt that bit rougher. He gave a low moan, and then the door of the
changing room pushed against his backside; in his haste he hadn't locked
the door and now Andy had caught him feeling his cock through the tracksuit
bottoms.

"Very sexy" said Andy. "That trackie really fucking suits you" he gripped
Simon's balls through the soft material. "Looks like you really like it
too!"

Simon moaned with satisfaction; he had a look which was a mixture of
pleasure and fear on his face.

"Don't worry mate, I won't tell anyone." With that, he lowered the front of
Simon's tracksuit bottoms and brought his cock out over the top. Simon's
cock was throbbing with anticipation; it had been throbbing furiously for
the whole day, just waiting to be drained, but with no opportunity to do
so. Andy tenderly licked the tip of Simon's helmet with his tongue.

"Aaaaahhhh!" moaned Simon with pleasure. Andy took the whole of Simon's
helmet into his mouth and smoothed his tongue all around it, pausing to
dart his tongue into the piss hole. Simon arched his back, and Andy grabbed
both of his arse cheeks, before proceeding to take his entire cock into his
mouth and slowly working it in and out of his mouth. Simon was in heaven;
looking down he could see this fit scally lad, with his NY cap slightly
askew, holding his entire cock in his mouth working it into a frenzy. Simon
started to pump hard into Andy's mouth, faster and faster; the nylon from
his tracksuit was going mad as the jacket rubbed against his bottoms; the
bobbles from his hat jumping around crazily. Andy sucked like crazy,
eagerly drinking the precum which was oozing from Simon's bell end as he
continued his work and then Simon's body froze for a second; he knew that
Simon was on the verge of coming, so he prepared himself by swallowing
hard, and sucked even harder. Simon shuddered and gave out a moan; stream
after stream of hot cum shot into Andy's mouth and he eagerly lapped it up,
swallowing shot after shot. Simon's balls pumped out cum as if they had not
been in action for weeks and Andy was almost having trouble keeping it all
in his mouth. With a final shake, Simon shot his last load into Andy's
eager mouth and pulled out with a sigh of satisfaction.

"Shit mate that was a lot of cum! You been holding back recently?"

"That was the first time I've ever had my cock sucked, either by a man or a
woman."

"Well, you have a nice cock. I don't suck just anyone's cock you know!"

Simon was in a mix of post ejaculation come-down and ecstasy. He now knew
that Andy was gay, or at least enjoyed sucking cock; he was also now sure
of his own sexuality, having tried to conceal it from himself for several
years. He pulled up his tracksuit bottoms, grabbed the JD Sports bag, and
they headed up the stairs to the store entrance. Dale and Steve were
outside smoking a cigarette.  Simon took a Marlboro from his pack, offered
one to Andy and proceeded to inhale as deeply as he ever had, the post
sexual cigarette tasting the best of all.