Scally Simon

By ku.oc.oohay@sttonninam

Published on Nov 12, 2009

Gay

Author: Maninnotts.

This is the first in a series of stories based on Simon. I hope you enjoy! Any comments to maninnotts @yahoo.co.uk

Simon was a 16 year old with a secret. Outwardly, he was a perfectly normal young man: he did well at school, although a bit lazy, had a loving family and generally was well liked and well behaved. All in all pretty ordinary.

Sure, he smoked. Ever since he tried his first cigarette at age 14 he had loved smoking. Over a period of time he had graduated from smoking the occasional cigarette with friends to smoking 10 or more each day. He'd been caught once or twice by his parents, but no whe was 16 (when buying cigarettes was still legal at 16) his parents had just had to accept his smoking. To Simon, it was almost a sexual thing; he just loved smoking cigarettes and didn't care about the damage it may be doing.

His main secret was a love of sportswear, in particular the scally look. The friends he hung around with were anti-scally; not goths, but they looked down on other youths wearing tracksuits and caps. They were seen as fashion victims, and thick.

Simon didn't care; he longed to be able to wear the same gear as the scallies. One guy in particular really caught his eye. Dale was in the year below, although he was just about to turn sixteen as he was one of the oldest in the year. The smokers at school tended to congregate together at breaktime and lunchtime behind the sports hall, so all the groups used to rub shoulders; there was almost a solidarity between the groups over smoking even though they mixed in different circles outside of school.

Dale was your archetypal scally; from a council estate, his dad had left his mother when he was 11. Up until this point he'd been a pretty good kid, but the disappearance of his father had led to him losing his way somewhat. Still a good kid at heart, Dale had started to hang around with the other scallies, drinking in the park of an evening and smoking pot. He'd also started to dress like a scally, something which was not lost on Simon. He wore his tie in the typical scally fashion, with a huge knot barely tied, looking like it was going to fall off at any moment. He also wore tracksuit tops over his blazer; to Simon it seemed that he must have hundreds.

One morning in October it was particularly cold. Simon walked to school as usual and went to the smokers' corner for a pre-school cigarette. He was a bit early this morning (which was unusual) and Dale was the only other person there. As soon as he caught sight of him Simon could feel his cock hardening; Dale was wearing his school trousers, but other than that the rest of his clothes were pure scally! He was wearing bright white Nike Air trainers, very loosely in the scally style with the laces tucked into the trainers. On his head was a beanie style cap, tilted over to the left so that the peak was almost over his left eye. Finally, and this was what really caught Simon's cock, he was wearing a light blue Lacoste tracksuit top, zipped up the neck. Simon loved this top immediately, and hadn't seen Dale wearing it before.

Seeing that Dale had just stamped out his cigarette, Simon went over to him and offered him one of his Marlbor reds.

'Cheers mate.' Said Dale, and preceeded to pull out his siler zippo lighter from the pocket of his tracky top. He lit the cigarette, inhaled deeply, and exhaled a large plume of smoke.

'Fuck, I needed that.' said Dale.

'Yeah? What's up?'

`Me mam caught me smoking last night out of my bedroom window. I thought she was fucking out at bingo, but she came in and I near shit myself. I got the whole lecture about how it's killing me and if your father was here.... I said "well he's not fucking here is he?" which made here go psycho on me. So she didn't give me any fucking money today other than bus fare home. That was my last cigarette, although I may fuck it and spend the bus fare on fags, but it's a long fucking walk'.

`Here, take a few of mine.' Said Simon

`Fuck mate, that's great. Cheers.' Replied a visibly relieved Dale as he took five cigarettes from Simon's pack.

`I've got another pack in my bag so it's fine.' Said Simon.

They stood smoking their cigarettes in silence for about a minute. To Simon it seemed like ten minutes as he tried to glance at the sexy Dale in his light blue tracksuit top smoking his cigarette. The way he sucked hard on the cigarette, hollowing his cheeks to try and get as much smoke as possible and then exhaled over the collar of his tracksuit excited Simon so much that he had to adjust his position to hide the growing hard-on under his school trousers.

Just then, some more of Simon's friends arrived and he started talking to them. He still had half an eye on Dale as he hung around the edge of the group. Simon was in Year 12 whilst Dale was in year 11, so his friends tended to disregard Dale as he was younger and also because he was considered one of the scallies. Some of Dale's friends also started to arrive so he was soon listening to the other scallies bragging about their exploits of the previous night and how they'd done fuck all work for school.

Simon smoked two cigarettes and then set off for registration. As he passed, Dale called out `Cheers for the fags mate, I owe you one.'

`Why are you giving that scally twat cigarettes?' Asked Nick, one of Simon's group of friends.

`He's alright, just had a tough time at home that's all.'

`He's still a fucking scaly though isn't he? Have you still got your wallet?' Joked Nick.

`Very original' Replied Simon, still thinking about the image of Dale standing there in his blue tracksuit top and beanie smoking his cigarette. He could feel his cock rising again and thrust his hand into his pocket to cover the bulge as he walked.

All through the morning lessons Simon kept thinking about Dale. He was so preoccupied that the lessons just seemed to fly past. Fortunately they had not required much attention, but if anyone had asked him what he'd even had that morning he'd have struggled to remember. At first break, Simon decided he had to go and relieve himself. He went to the toilets in the sixth form block and pushed his bag against the door of a cubicle, the locks having been broken many years before. His cock was pushing hard against his boxers, so much so that when he pulled them down, his cock sprang forward like a steel trap, oozing precum as it escaped.

Simon started pulling on his cock, imagining Dale is his hot tracky top and beanie hat as he did so. He pictured himself walking through some woods with Dale, wearing a tracksuit himself and smoking cigarettes as they walked, the sound of nylon tracksuits swishing as they went. He thought of disappearing into the bushes for a piss, and Dale following, and being unable to resist taking a glance at Dale's cock as it hung over his blue nylon tracksuit bottoms... He imagined taking that juicy young cock into his mouth and sucking on it in the same way he saw Dale sucking on his cigarette that very morning, sucking and sucking... Just then his cock let out a stream of hot, sticky cum. `Shit!' Exclaimed Simon as he realised it had shot over the toilet bowl and some had leaked onto his trousers.

`You alright in there?' Came Nick's voice.

Simon had been so engrossed in his fantasy that he hadn't even noticed anyone enter the toilets.

Fine.' Replied Simon; Just a big load being delivered!' he joked.

He quickly cleaned up the mess as best he could, noticing that there was a bit of a stain on his trousers, and left the cubicle.

`I didn't see you having a smoke during breaktime.' Commented Nick.

`I was busting for a shit. Sometimes you just got to go!' Laughed Simon, although his laugh was unconvincing, rather like the laugh of someone caught doing something they shouldn't thought Nick.

Anyway, double-Physics now.' Said Nick. Another lesson on atomic theory from Turner. Fucking joy.'

Next: Chapter 2


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