Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 23:11:05 -0000
From: Ben Johnson <benjohnson@hotpop.com>
Subject: Chameleon and Scallies (MM anal oral under fantasy)

Chameleon and Scallies
By Ben (benjohnson@hotpop.com)

They'd been bugging me for weeks, hanging around on the corner near the
local shops, laughing and mocking whenever I passed them. I decided that
these nineteen year olds needed to be initiated into a whole new
understanding of life.
They're what we call scallies: always dressed in tracksuit bottoms, white
sport socks, Rockports or trainers, T-shirt or shirt and baseball cap. They
were quite a nice looking bunch of lads too - they'd probably have looked
even better if it wasn't for their really short hair cuts. I sometimes
wondered if they had a home to go to - they always seemed to be hanging
around in the same spot, chatting, drinking, sometimes smoking. They
certainly didn't have jobs.
But, aside from bugging me, they had held an attraction to me for some time.
It was no coincidence that I had taken to popping over the shops more often
for an odd 'forgotten' thing. Irritating as they no doubt were, their raw
attitude held sway over me.
I saw a chance to put my plan into action when walking back from the shop
one day and noticing one of the gang, Brian I think he was called, walking
towards me on his own. I paused for a second - after all, they always seemed
to travel in packs, but a quick glance round showed that no-one else was in
sight.
I carried on towards him. He was sauntering towards me, hands in the pockets
of his dark blue Adidas trackies, completely uninterested in the world
around him. As he drew near, I transferred the shopping bag to my left hand.
He was nearly past me when I raised my hand and moved it towards his neck.
"What're you doin'?" he asked and went to push my hand away, but it was too
late, my fingers had brushed across the edge of his chin and he froze.
"Follow me," I ordered, and he did without question. I took him through the
park gates and into a quiet little corner with a bench, where I instructed
him to sit. I brushed against his chin again and saw, even through his
deadened state, surprise in his eyes to see his face and body standing in
front of him.
"Strip." He removed his clothes down to his underwear ( a tight-fitting pair
of white briefs). I was about to tell him to stop, when he pulled these off
too, leaving his cock hanging free. I shrugged. What the heck. If I was
going to go through with this I might as well dress the part. I stripped my
own clothes off quickly, emptied the pockets and then told the lad to put
them on, while I pulled on his clothes.
I was amazed at how aroused I was by just pulling on his underwear and then
the rest of his garments. I pictured myself as I pulled on the cap, a right
scally, with Brian's cute face and body.
He sank back onto the seat and I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He would
be out of it for hours, and anyone who did happen to come across him would
think he was on drugs, so I knew I would be safe to carry out my plan.
I sauntered out of the park, adopting a cocky walk and made my way up to the
shops.
"Where ya been?" yelled the tallest, dark-haired lad. Scott, I think he was
called.
I shrugged.
"Took me a bit longer than I planned."
Scott seemed to accept this answer and offered me a can of cider, which I
took a swig from. I felt a thump on the arm and turned to look at John, the
other lad in the group.
"I'm gonna ask her tonight. I fuckin' am."
"Yeah?"
"Of course, I am, mate. Nuffin's gonna stop me."
I nodded. John seemed happy with that.
"Lend us a fiver? I need to get some fags."
I pulled out Brian's wallet and dug out a fiver. Brian was presumably the
one with a bit of spare cash, at least at the moment.
"He's got no chance."
I glanced at Scott.
"About as much chance as you've got I reckon. Come round here a minute."
I led him down an alley beside the shops and round the corner. Scott was
looking at me suspiciously.
"What's here?"
"Just you."
I reached out and fondled his cock through his trackies. He pushed me off.
"Oi, Brian, stop acting queer."
"Come off it, Scott, you haven't had sex in ages. I could give you a bit of
relief."
He looked at me with a puzzled stare, but didn't resist as I lowered his
trackies and rubbed his cock through his white boxers. He moaned slightly
and I took that as permission to continue. I pulled his boxers down to his
knees, sank onto my own and scooped his gorgeous cock into my mouth.
I licked and sucked, enjoying the silky feeling of his skin. Then, to my
surprise, as I thought he'd been enjoying it, he pulled his cock out my
mouth and pulled me to my feet.
"Good, Bri, but not enough."
He grabbed me and pushed me with my face against the wall and pulled my
trackies and briefs down. Within seconds I could feel the delicious
sensation of his cock entering my arse. I'm always as happy to be fucked or
sucked as to fuck or suck and I leaned against the wall, enjoying this
unexpected state of affairs. Scott's cock pounded away, none too gently,
against my arse and then he froze with a growl and I felt his wonderful
juices squirting into my arse. He pulled out and turned me round, giving me
a quick peck on the lips. My hand was ready and it brushed against his chin.
Like Brian before him, he froze. I brushed again and my form mutated into
his own. Quickly I ordered him out of his clothes and put them on myself,
for the second time enjoying the joyful and erotic sensation of putting on a
scally's underwear and the rest of his clothes.
I told him to wait there ad rushed back down the alley to where John was
smoking a cigarette and looking around distractedly.
"Where've ya been, Scott?"
"Just took Brian home. He's got a stomach ache."
"Too many McDonalds, eh?"
I laughed - I had a persona to keep up.
"'S boring here," I said, "Wanna go somewhere else for a bit?"
John looked like he couldn't believe his ears.
"Somewhere else? We always hang out here."
"How about wandering over to that pub they're demolishing. Might find
something worth nickin'."
His eyes lit up. I'd pushed the right button. We wandered away to the
building site and had a good hunt around. After a bit we sat down on a low
wall, swigging from cans of cider.
"Well, it was worth a try," sighed John.
"Yeah," I replied, "this might be too.." I leaned over and kissed him. He
shot up off the wall.
"Oy, you pouf. What do you think you're doing?"
"Hey, John, it's me,Scott. I'm no queer. I just need some action."
"Not with me!"
"Who else have we got?"
I pulled him into another kiss, one hand on the back of his neck, one
stroking his arse through the beige material of his trackies. This time he
didn't resist. In fact, when I stopped, he pulled back in, his hands moving
down to caress my arse. It was just so easy to awaken these feelings in
these boys!
Finally, we separated.
"I've learnt somethin' I know you'll like," I whispered, pulling him behind
a higher wall and pushing his face against. I sank to my knees and stroked
his well-formed arse, kissed it a few times and then pulled his trackies and
blue briefs down. I kissed his arse cheeks a few times and then began to
explore down his arse crack, testing and tasting with my tongue. He was
clean, with a faint masculine aroma. I plunged into teasing his pucker,
swirling round and round it before digging in. His groans became louder as I
tongue fucked him, until his cock, untended by him, exploded with cum across
the wall. I stopped, kissed his pucker goodbye and stood up. He pulled up
his briefs and trackies.
"Wow!" he breathed.
My hand reached up and stroked his chin and he froze. I stroked again and
felt my features transform into his. Within seconds we had stripped and
again swapped clothes. I kissed him one last time and then wandered back to
the shops, noticing the looks people gave this apparent scally.
Yeah, I thought, little do you know. I turned and strolled back to my house,
wondering what the three boys would think when they finally came to, wearing
other people's clothes, and two of them with new gay memories.
The next day I walked over to the shops again and saw them hanging around as
usual. They weren't embarrassed. In fact, there seemed to be much more
touching and intimacy going on between them. Perhaps I really had done them
a favour.
Perhaps I should invite them round to my house for a foursome sometime.