Date: Sat, 02 Oct 2010 22:26:19 -0400 From: Adztheman@graffiti.net Subject: The Diary of a Scally Lad - Part One If you have any feedback, please email me at Adztheman@graffiti.net! Adrian =D THE DIARY OF A SCALLY LAD The names Charlie Mills. That's Chaz to you and me mates. I'm 17 and reppin' the Thamesmead Massive. I'm part of a big gang, there's bout 20 of us and we own this estate. I attend a shitty school in Erith but I don't do school, that's for losers. I mainly laze about in the park smoking weed; drinking beer and hanging with my boys. I'm and out and out scally. No bullshit, you don't mess with me cuz I will fuck you up. I'm not a nasty lad but I have a reputation to keep- I'm hardcore. I've been known to stab a man for his bullshitting. I haven't killed anyone though. Yet anyway. You might think- what an arsehole, he's all fucking talk but don't even try it. You will come of worse, guranteed. Either me or one of my boys who have my back will fuck you up. You will blatantly regret the day you messed with us. I live with my mother who's a fucking whore. I mean, seriously, she's a prossie. She's like 47 but thinks shes 19. She's fucking disgusting and I hate the fucking bitch. But she gives me money for my weed and my beer so she's safe at times and she's usually out of my hair. I have a sister, Katie, who is 2 years older then me and she is also a big skank. She's 19 but thinks shes 29 and works at a shitty supermarket on the tills with her tits half hanging out of her top. Her boyfriend, Sam, is safe though. I have much respect for him, he's cool. You might be thinking I sound like a wanker, and your probably right. I don't do rules; I play by own rules. I'm also a poof. A fag. A homo queer. Only my best mates know but I'm not even fucking arsed what people think- 90% of the twats around this estate I'll fuck them up if they dare diss me. I'm just a normal lad, reppin' in my reebok trainers who likes to suck a bit of dick. And I'm pretty fucking excellent at it aswell man. Today is Monday and I'm meant to be going to school but fuck that shit. I'm going to my boy Ryan's house to play on the Xbox and get stoned, then we're off out to Bexleyheath to terroise. His girlfriend Mel is coming aswell but I hate that bitch. She totally doesn't fancy Ryan and wants her mouth around my cock but I'd rather be sucked off by Rik Waller then that fucking minger. I'm buff man, everyone knows it. I have a fucking 6 pack that's been built from all the running I do (mainly from the police, the wankers) that all the girls want to lick. I've always known I was goodlooking; even when I was 11 and snogging Frankie from the butchers behind the school shed. "Charlie, you have to leave for school in a minute!" my mother shouts from the kitchen. I ignore her. My dick is fucking hard right now and I need to toss it off before I go to Ryan's. Oh that's another thing, I have a big dick. 10 inches bruv, it's fucking mint. Everyone was fucking jealous of it at school. It runs in the family though; my mum used to brag how well hung my dad was. His in prison now; murder I think; fucking scum. I jump in the shower and don't get time to wank off. Later, I think to myself. I tell my mum I'm going to school but I'm not, and she know's I'm not. My school is the 3rd school I've gone too- the first one I got kicked out for setting fire to the science department because that bitch Mrs Warden tried to give me more homework. To be fair, I was 13 and a bit of a terror. The 2nd one I was polietly asked to leave after I called my headteacher a fucking fat nounce. He was though. He totally tried to fill up my friend Emma but he denied it. Scum. I walk down the street; Adidas hoodie up sealing my status as fucking owner of this town. I swagger through the roads; I don't stop for anyone- espically old fogies. I spark up a cigarette and Ryan is waiting outside his flat for me- also smoking a Mayfair fag. "Alright bruv" we greet each other and go into his flat. He lives on his own with his older brother Shane who's a policeman but he's a total bent copper, he supplies me and Ryan with most of our gear. He's safe. "Dude, Mel is up the fucking duff bruv!" Ryan says to me as if it's the coolest thing in the world. "She just texted me bruv and told me that she's 4 weeks pregnant and her mum is propa stressing bruv and is gonna kick her out of the flat. Do ya think I should ask her to come lodge with me?". I hate Mel but don't have to heart to tell Ryan that the father of Mel's baby could be half of fucking Erith. "Bruv, your gonna be a shit dad you know" I say to Ryan. It's not a question ,it's a statement. Ryan can't even take care off himself most of the time and that's why I love him. His been my bessie mate since we was 4. We have grown up together. "But that cool, you know that Mel is gonna be like a whale soon, thats so hot fucking hot". He shrugs. Ryan is a goodlooking lad in a battered sort of way. He has short black hair, much like mine but a bit darker, and piercing blue eyes. He's a little on the chubby side but thats because he is always eating McDonalds. "Nah mate, I'm gonna try be a good father. Not like my father. He was waste man". I shrug. "Fuck it; fancy a spliff mate?". Ryan smiles his toothy smile and we roll one up. - My first taste of cock was when I was 14. It was with a lad much older then me, I think he was like 24 or something. Was taking my dog Gnasher for a walk when he approached me for a light. I gave him one and totally noticed he had an erection. No other words were spoken; I dropped to my knees, serviced his dick in a non expert way and left. No fucking kiss, just a blowjob. He didn't return the favour, I didn't get his name and I haven't seen him since. I guess I knew I was gay when I was about 11 but I don't call myself gay. I just like cock. There's a party tonight. Our mate Luke, a big black bloke who does heroin and shit is throwing a party at his mother's gaff whilst she is away for the night. There will be plenty of booze, smokes and pussy. Not that I'll be interested in that, but I have to make it look like I am. I'm walking to my local shop- Abdul's- to get a packet of fags and bottle of vodka when I bump into Shane. He's out of his uniform and looks smart, like he's going out on the town. He looks alot like Ryan- short black hair, a freckle on the side of his face but he didn't have Ryan's body. Boy was fit. "What's going on Chaz?" he says to me and we shake hands. "Just getting some blem and some booze for tonight bruv, hitting Lukes gaffe. Whatta up 2?" I ask him, inhaling on my Mayfair cigarette. I prop myself up against a wall. "Meant to be going to Liam's leaving do boy but it's been cancelled so I'm all spruced up for nothing. Sucks big time boy" Shane pulls out a Richmond cigarette and inhales. "Thought you gave up bruv?" I question Shane who smirks. "Fuck that shit, I work in the police- it's fucking stressful, you get me? My sergant is a first class prick" he says as he inhales. He looks delicious. He is wearing a light blue shirt; a pair of Black jeans and an expensive set of Reebok trainers that I couldn't afford on the dole. His shirt if half undone, and a little hair is poking out of the top. "He'll get whats coming to him though, jumped up tosser". I laugh. Shane is pretty fucking funny. I remember the first time I met him- back when I was 7 and he must have been 14. He had the swagger and had about 7 girlfriends on the go. He always called me his "little bro" which I thought was cool. When I was 9; I had my first wank over a shirtless picture I found of him on the internet on his facebook and when I was 14 I thought of him when some random pervert was sucking my cock in the park. "I don't doubt that bruv, you gonna fuck him up?" He laughs and he has dimples. I swear, I almost fucking melt. "That's not up my street boy and you know it! Might smack him one though he carries on!" he says and he takes a pull on his fag. "Wanna hit Lukes with us?" I ask Shane hoping he says yes. But I knew he wouldn't because he doesn't really like Ryan. "Nah fuck that, skip it boy and come back to mine. Got plenty of booze at the flat and tonnes of weed. Just tell Ryan that you felt sick or something. We can have a catch up, you get me?" I don't even have to say yes. I stub my cigarette out on the wall and go in the shop and purchase the vodka and cigarettes; and then we head back to Ryan and Shane's flat. "How's Lindsay?" I ask. Lindsay is Shane's on-off girlfriend. They have been on-off for about 7 months now. Lindsay is ok, actually, she's a nice girl but totally dim. Shane doesn't love her but she's besotted with him. "Fine" he shrugs "She's hooked up with that Matty, you know, Matty Clements from Abbey Wood. Fucking prick" he says as he puts the key in the lock "We over for good boy, I'm over her". He opens the door and I follow him. - "I saw Leanne at Zen's last night" Shane says after he takes a zip of beer and sparks up a large spliff. "She's fucking banging now boy, tits the size of Eiffel tower". Leanne was my ex girlfriend. I say ex; She sucked me off twice but I dumped her because she cramped my style. And I felt guilty that her uncle was sucking me off aswell. "Good for her, silly slag" I say as he passes me the spliff and I inhale "Slag doesn't even know how to give a decent blowie!" He laughs. "I've not had a decent blowie for months boy, I miss having my cock serviced, you get me?" he takes a zip of his Fosters and grabs hold of his package. "I need a girl right now, boy". I'm totally getting hard just by him talking like that and I decide to up the anté a little bit. "Unlucky bruv, I got sucked off last night. Wasn't decent though; she kept biting the dick. Fucking slag". That's half true. I did get sucked off last night; but it was by an old guy in the toilets and he did keep biting my dick. Stupid old prick. I punched him after just for wasting my time. Hours went by. We kept smoking the spliff; drinking beer and vodka and by 1.00am we were both a mixture of stoned and drunk. It felt fucking fantastic. "You at work tomorrow bruv?" I say as I watch him undo his shirt. "Nights boy, start at 8" he says as he takes his shirt off. "I'm stoned boy, sweating like a pervert in a nursery you get me?" he laughs. I check out his body- It's hot. He doesn't have a 6 pack like me, but he's got a bit of a 4 pack. His hairy, but not too hairy and he has a tattoo on his chest. A snake that runs from his left shoulder down to his right hip. I myself have two tattoos- I have a devil on my right arm and two stars on my chest. "Know what you mean, bruv., I'm half stoned aswell man it's fucking great init?" I laugh. He chuckles and stands up. "Be back in a minute, need to take a piss". As he leaves, I rearrange myself in my trousers. Fuck, his such a cocktease. Rihanna's song Hard starts blaring from his bedroom and he comes back minutes later. "Come up to my room boy, gonna carry on drinking ourselves stupid and watch a bit of pussy" he says. I follow him upstairs and enter his room. I've never been in his room before- it has posters of Jordan and Keeley Hazel all around. I notice his computer desk has a packet of condoms on it and a ladies bra is thrown on the floor. Obviously Lindsay's unless Shane boy has a secret. He sits on the bed and I sit on his computer chair. He puts on the telly and sparks up another spliff. "Don't be a pussy boy, come sit on here- this is where the magic happens init, let's watch this slut get pounded". He sticks on a DVD called Blondes Do It Best 4 which I know is Ryans because I've watched it a couple of times with him. There's nothing like a stoned wank. The DVD comes on and star of the DVD- a blonde slut with massive tits and a loose fanny- is laying on the bed playing with her bucket. A faceless big dick starts teasing her fanny. "She's fucking hot init boy, I'd do her several times" he chuckles and his hand disappears down his jeans. I feel myself getting hard again but not at the screen, by Shane. "Oh totally; I'd fuck her well hard bruv" I lie. He looks at me and winks. "Don't be shy, boy, I know you do this shit with Ryan" He looks back at the screen. He kicks off his jeans and is sitting on the bed in his Red no label boxer shorts, probably from Primark or something. "I'm so fucking hard, gonna wank ok boy?" "Go ahead" I say. As he starts playing with himself I take off my DKNY hoodie and contemplate for a few moments as to whether to take off my t-shirt. I do. I'm hairless but I choose to be. I hate having hair there but adore it on my fellas. "Nice abs, boy" Shane comments "Must be all the running you do from us, you prick!" I laugh because its true. I do work out aswell; I do press up and sits up in my room. Headphones on loud to block out the shagging my whore of a mother is doing with her latest victim. My record is 120 press ups and 72 sit ups in an hour. I look at the screen and focus on the dick. He has low hanging balls and it's cut. Looks a bit like mine- just a little shorter. I stick my own hands down my trackie bottoms and feel my hard prick. "That's it boy, shake the bishop!" he laughs. He stops his own wanking and pulls out something from the drawer next to the bed. It's cocaine. "Stole this from some fucking hippie on shift today boy, you fancy some?" "Gwan then" I say. Moments later, we are both hit the high of having done cocaine. "Shit boy!" Shane says and I notice he is looking down at my erection. "That's a big fucking discostick there mate" I shrug. "It's huge boy, 10 and a half inches and proud of it". He laughs and the dimples come out again. "I always thought I was big, I feel really small compared to you!" I don't know what does it- whether it was natural instinct or the after affects of the coke, but I grab his dick. "That's not small bruv, not at all". I expect him to hit me away, tell me to fuck off but he doesn't. He just smiles. "Suck it" he demands. Who am I to say no? - "Oh fuck boy, you know how to suck cock" Shane moans. I'm licking the end of his uncut 7 inch cock, his balls hitting my chin. He's sitting on the bed, spliff in mouth as I continue to tease his cock. "Fuck that, take it all boy take my cock whole". I was going for the slow and sensual, but he obviously wants his rocks off quickly. I take it all, all 7 inches, and he moans in delight. "Fuck, yes boy. Oh God that feels so great". Hes moans get louder and I think he is about to cum when he stops. He looks at me and smiles a sexy smile. "Boy, I want that" he says to me, pointing at my fully erect prick "Inside me. Now". Of all the things I was expecting him to say, that was NOT it. - "Don't go slow, just fuck me. Hard." he says with a hint of glee in his voice. "That ain't me first me boy". I look at him laying on the bed, his thick chain hanging round his neck and smile. Fuck, I was not expecting this today! His laying on the bed, erect cock sticking up and I kneel on the bed. He looks at me with a smile. We don't speak, I just enter him and he moans loudly. "Fuck boy, fucking good shit!" he moans. I thrust hard and he wanks himself off, his balls banging against his arse and my cock as he does so, All my 10 inches go inside him and he screams with ecstasty. "Fuck me, fuck me, God bro your good, fuck yes" he continues moaning. "You like this, fucking PC O' Riley. You like my big cock in ya? Fucking scum" I say to make the fucking more intense. It works. "Fuck yes, fuck me you dirty law breaking cunt. Give it to me hard". I oblige. "Slap me" he moans as I continue thrusting my massive manmeat inside his hole. "Slap me round the face". I'm a bit shocked at that odd request but I do so. I slap him as I continue to fuck. "Oh God yes" he moans loudly as suddenly his cock explodes and cum goes everywhere. On his chest, on the bed and some manages to hit my face which is concentrating on fucking him. "Oh bruv" I moan as I feel myself about to cum. "I'm gonna.. " He cuts me off. "In my face, on my fucking face you wanker!" he says. And I exit his arse and point my cock in his face. "Fucking dirty copper, you piece of shit" I moan as my cock spurts out three loads of cum all over his face. - I leave his flat minutes later. We share a brief fag and he tells me he's been wanting that for years. I check my phone and I have 2 missed calls and a text from Ryan. "Bruv. Heard ur ill. Soz mate. Call me morrow, yea, we go Bheath? Peace boy" the text reads. It's going to be a long day tomorrow. I've gotta go up Bexleyheath and sign on in the morning, then I'm meeting drug dealer Aaron in the park. And then I have to leave to go Lewisham for a week with the whorey mother to visit the relatives.