Lunch couldn't come quickly enough for Simon. He'd still been recovering from the shock of Nick being in the toilets when he'd shot his load. He was also worried that the cum stain on his trousers was visible and people may look at him.
Once the lunch bell rang Simon raced to the smoker's den behind the sports hall. He lit up a Marlboro and took two huge inhales before breathing a sigh of relief. As he was enjoying this cigarette, he spotted Dale wandering up the path from the back gate with one of his friends. He wasn't sure of his name, but he did notice that he was one of Dale's scally mates; he was wearing black Nike Shox trainers and a black nylon Nike tracksuit top with the hood pulled up over his head. Simon could feel his cock twitching again as he was them walk towards him.
Hey.' Said Simon. Where have you guys been?'
`Couldn't be arsed to go to Maths so we bunked off and smoked some pot.' Said Dale.
`Oh.' Said Simon.
What do you mean, "oh"?' said Dale's mate. What's the fucking problem with that?'
Go easy.' Said Dale. He's not going to grass on us, are you Simon?'
Course not.' Responded Simon. If you'd told me I might have joined you!'
A swot like yourself bunking off and smoking pot with us?' asked Dale's mate incredulously. You ever even fucking smoked pot before?'
Course I fucking have.' Said Simon, reasserting his authority as the older lad. Have you got any left?' he asked Dale.
`I've got enough for a few spliffs.' Replied Dale.
`How about we fuck the rest of the afternoon and go smoke some?' suggested Simon.
Sure. I can't really be fucked anyway.' Responded Dale. You coming Mark?'
`Nah. I'm already in detention for bunking last week. Can't risk it.'
`You fucking pussy!' teased Dale.
`Can't do it mate. I'd be fucked if they caught me again.'
An afternoon spent smoking dope with Dale sounded like heaven to Simon. He was missing his English class, but figured that it would be much more fun to spend the time with Dale. He had lied to Mark; he had never smoked pot before, and he was a bit nervous. Being with Dale made up for it though. Mark was cute he thought to himself. He looked very sexy with his hood up; that was a look which Simon particularly liked. He loved the way it made scallies look intimidating.
`Where shall we go?' asked Simon.
We can go to mine.' Said Dale. My mum works until 10 so we can smoke in my bedroom if I open the window.'
`Cool.'
Simon had always wanted to be able to smoke at home, but his parents wouldn't let him. They were both non-smokers and couldn't understand why their son had started smoking.
Dale zipped his tracksuit up to his chin to cover his tie so they wouldn't be stopped once they left school. `Do you have a jacket mate?' he asked Simon.
`No, only my blazer.'
`Here, I've got a spare tracky jacket in my bag. You can wear it over your blazer.'
Dale rummaged around in his bag and produced a white, hooded Nike tracksuit top. Simon's heart skipped a beat when he saw it. It was made of nylon, a material which made his cock rock hard as soon as he felt it. It had red piping down the arms and on the hood, and a large `Max Ltd' logo printed on the left arm. The thought of wearing it had Simon swimming in ecstasy; walking the streets dressed like a scally with a real life hot scally!
Are you going to take it or just stand there looking at it?' asked Dale impatiently. I know it's not your normal style and may make you feel uncomfortable, but it's better than wearing your uniform outside of school.'
`No that's cool. I'll wear it.'
He took the jacket and put it on. His hands were almost shaking as he tried to fasten the zip; he could feel his cock hardening down the leg on his trousers, precum leaking down his thigh.
Zip it right up to the top' said Dale. You'll hide your tie that way.'
OK.' Squeaked Simon. Should I put the hood up as well?' he joked, trying to regain his composure.
`Up to you mate. I like wearing the hood up myself.'
I'm only kidding.' Said Simon It's bad enough wearing the jacket; putting the hood up is too scally for me!'
Dale laughed. `Hey you really look like a scally now! Just got to have the attitude, innit?'
Simon was in heaven. He wondered why he couldn't just come out as a scally. Of course, for him it was because he really found the style sexy rather than the behaviour. He found some of the scally behaviour abhorrent: the yobbish behaviour, the stealing etc. Wearing this jacket made him feel a bit like a scally though. When they were walking, the nylon material made a swishing sound as he moved his arms; he could also see some yellowish stains around the bottom of the sleeves which made him feel even harder. Perhaps it was nicotine stains?