Simon awoke the next day feeling somewhat groggy. Yesterday had been very eventful. Wanking over Dale almost in front of him had been a dream come true; the fact that Dale didn't mind was a real turn on. It almost made the trouble he caught when he got home worthwhile... According to his parents, he was grounded for a week. He stank of alcohol and smoke which made his excuses about studying at Nick's house seem pathetic.
He remembered that Dale had given him a joint before he left the previous evening; it would be nice to smoke it before going into school as a show of `I don't give a fuck'. So, he got showered and dressed, had breakfast, grunted at this mother and set off for school. He had to cross a park to get to the bus stop, so he found a secluded area, and pulled out the joint. Looking at it now, it seemed crazy to smoke it before school; smelling the joint he could tell that Dale had put a lot of pot into it. The thought of Dale made up his mind for him; he would smoke it and remember last night.
So, he sat on a bench in a corner of the park and lit the joint. He took a deep drag and inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in for as long as he could before breathing out and then taking another drag. Within seconds his head felt light, and the world took on a different look. Fuck it' he thought. It doesn't really matter that I got into trouble last night. I had fun and got to know Dale a lot better.' With that his mind turned to Dale, lying on the bed in his blue Lacoste tracksuit top, pulling on his cock...
Before he knew it, Simon had finished the joint. Looking at his phone he saw that he was about ten minutes late. He rushed for the bus and walked into school too late to make registration. Mr Spooner was waiting for the latecomers.
`Ah, Evans. Late today I see. Fill in a late form and wait in the canteen.'
Simon was never late for school. He always liked to have a smoke with his friends before morning registration and as a result had an exemplary record. Today however, he was feeling pretty buzzed from the joint he'd smoked on the way to school and didn't really care. He decided to sneak out of the canteen and go for a smoke; he skirted around the side of the gym and made his way around to the back of the Sports Hall. Dale was there smoking a cigarette with another of his scally mates. It seemed to Simon that Dale was hardly ever in lessons; he either seemed to be out here smoking a cigarette or not in school at all. This morning he was looking decidedly rugged: he was wearing white Lacoste trainers with Velcro fastenings, a black Adidas nylon tracksuit top with a luminous yellow zip and the hood pulled up over half of his head, and the hair which was visible appeared slightly dishevelled; his shirt hung out of the bottom of his tracksuit top over the top of his trousers. Simon walked slowly towards Dale, taking in as much of this sexy sight as he was able before Dale spotted him.
His friend was dressed even more like a scally: he wore white Adidas tracksuit bottoms with three black stripes, a yellow Nike hoody with the hood over the back of his head in the same style as Dale, and a black Nike body warmer over the top. He was also wearing a New York cap with the peak pulled slightly to the left. Simon wondered how he was going to get away with wearing his scally gear in school; frankly he didn't really care – he would quite happily spend the whole day sitting behind this chav god and enjoy the view.
`Alright mate?' said Simon as he approached Dale, removing a Marlboro from his pack of cigarettes as he did so.
`Fine mate. You?' Replied Dale
`Yeah. Got a bit of shit from the parents for last night. It's cool though.' Simon noticed that Dale appeared to be smoking a joint.
`Want some?' asked Dale, spotting that Simon had seen the joint.
`Not sure; I had one before coming in.'
`Me and Andy've have decided we're not going to bother today; can't be arsed. Just gonna hang around down town and smoke if you wanna join us?'
Simon thought about it; he'd bunked yesterday afternoon and hadn't been in yet today. Spooner had seen him as he'd arrived, but he was pretty sure that he could get away with taking off. As no- one else had seen him he could claim that he'd been sick.
`Yeah, fuck it. Why not?'
`Cool. I take it you don't have a jacket again?'
`No.'
`Ok. We can all go to mine first and get changed then. Apart from Andy of course; he had no fucking intention of going to school today anyway so doesn't need to get changed!'
`I wondered how he was going to get away with wearing that in school!' Said Simon.
Fuck off mate?' snapped Andy You taking the piss?'
`No, but you would have been wearing that around school!'
Don't worry about him Andy' said Dale. You should have seem him yesterday wearing scally gear; he was wearing a white Max Ltd tracksuit top!'
Fuck off!' said Andy Far too cool for `im'.
`He had to borrow mine when we bunked school in the afternoon; didn't have anything to cover his uniform.'
`I bet he looked like a twat.'
`Nah; it kind of suited him you know?'
Whilst this exchange took place Simon was going red in the face; at the same time he could feel his cock getting hard in his trousers. He found Andy very horny in his full scally uniform; he was sure he could make out the outline of his boxers underneath the thin white tracksuit bottoms. Andy also had the scally habit of holding his hands down the front of his trackies; when he was smoking the joint, he stood there with both hands down in the trackies scowling. What Simon wouldn't give to be able to wear the same gear and hang around with Andy and Dale!
They smoked what remained of the joint between them and headed out through the back exit of the school. Before they left school property, Dale reached into his bag and pulled out a red Nike hoody for Simon; although it was not nylon, it was very brightly coloured, and felt nice and soft as it was made of cotton. Simon zipped it up over his blazer and put his cigarettes in the pocket. For a joke he put the hood up and punched Andy in the arm.
Fucking scally twat.' Joked Andy. Hey, you're right Dale; he does suit the scally look!'
Simon was having trouble walking; such was his arousal from wearing the red hooded top and messing around with Dale and Andy. He wondered if he'd be able to borrow some tracksuit bottoms from Dale to complete the look for the day.