Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2009 21:10:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mark Mcd <maninnotts@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Simon the Scally 3

Simon felt very self-conscious walking through town towards the bus stop;
wearing the scally gear he felt that people were looking down at him and
judging him as a scally. He found it a real turn-on, almost like he was in
Dale's power.

`I just want to go into JD Sports and see if they have any new gear I'd
like' said Dale.

`Ok. I've never been inside JD before.'

This was a lie from Simon. In fact, he really enjoyed going into the
various sports shops and looking at the tracksuits and football shirts on
offer. The price was off-putting though, and he knew he wouldn't wear the
gear outside of his house anyway. The truth was, he enjoyed the feel of the
sportswear, and the smell of new tracksuits made him feel really horny. A
couple of times he'd tried on a tracksuit. One Saturday he'd travelled to
Oxford Street and tried on a Black Nike Nylon hooded tracksuit. In the
changing room, his cock virtually exploded from his boxers as he pulled
down his jeans and slipped into the tracksuit bottoms; when he pulled them
up, he was visibly tenting as his rock hard appendage strove to push
through the silky nylon material. The top was even better; it was
reversible: black with a grey patterning on one side, and red on the
other. Even better, it meant that it was nylon on both sides! As soon as he
zipped up the top he started feeling his dick through the smooth material;
rubbing his hand on his helmet made swishing noise which only served to
heighten his sexual ecstasy. He put up the hood and started rubbing
vigorously on his cock. This obviously created a fair amount of noise, and
even though there was loud music playing in the store the assistant shouted
through `Is everything alright in there mate?'

`Yes, just trying it on' croaked Simon. He carried on frenziedly rubbing
his cock faster and faster until he was sweating, his young penis ready to
explode. Simon emitted an audible moan as his man-juice raced from his
cock, more and more of it in sticky spurts, firing into his boxers and
escaping down his leg, dribbling down towards his socks. With a deep sigh
of satisfaction, he started to pull down the tracksuit bottoms and realised
that he had deposited a large amount of sticky cum down the inside of the
legs. `Shit' thought Simon. It was a worry, but at the same time it was
something of a turn on.  He removed his boxers and tried to clean up the
mess of man juice, lifting it from the polyester mesh lining as best he
could. Try as he might, much of his spunk remained in the mesh, but was
less visible after wiping. What to do with his soiled boxers? He decided to
lick the worst of the creamy deposit from the underwear, letting it wash
over his tongue and savouring the taste as he swallowed. He stuffed the
spunky boxers in the pocket of his jacket which was hanging on the hook and
then unzipped the tracksuit jacket. Only then did he notice that there was
a blob of cum on the bottom of the right sleeve. He put the sleeve in his
mouth and sucked on it, licking the last vestige of the white gold from the
tip. He then dabbed it with his boxers and replaced the tracksuit jacket on
its hanger.  After a quick inspection, he decided that it would not be
noticeable, and peered through the door of the changing room. The coast
seemed to be clear, so he quickly hung the tracksuit on the railing by the
door and made a speedy exit. Simon had had several wanks over that
tracksuit in the following two weeks, and the thought that someone may be
wearing his spunk stained tracksuit really turned him on. Perhaps one of
the scallies at school was unwittingly walking around with Simon's spunk in
his tracksuit?

They entered the store and took the escalator to the upstairs floor where
the men's department was. Walking past the trainers they soon entered an
Aladdin's cave of sportswear; tracksuits, hoodies and football shirts were
everywhere they looked. Dale made straight for the Adidas section and
picked up a navy, white and light blue tracksuit.

`Mmm.' He said `I could do with another Adidas tracksuit'

`How many do you have?' enquired Simon.

`Not sure. Probably about four or five. I really like this one though.'

Simon looked at the tracksuit and mentally agreed. The thought of Dale in
this tracksuit was really hot.

`Why don't you go and try it on?'

`Yeah, I might just do that'

Whilst Dale went to find a shop assistant and try on the tracksuit, Simon
had a closer look at the ones left on the rack. It was a very nice
tracksuit, one that he would love to have for himself. It had navy leggings
with the three Adidas white stripes down the length of each leg. The jacket
was white at the bottom, navy at the top and on the sleeves and had a sort
of light blue criss-cross in the middle. There where white stripes along
each arm. Best of all, it was a nylon type material, which shimmered as he
examined it under the lights of the shop, and felt slightly rough to his
touch which he knew meant it would make a lot of noise as the wearer moved.

`Need any help there mate?' Asked a passing shop assistant.

`No. Just waiting for my mate' replied Simon.

After a couple of minutes, Dale emerged from the changing room, dressed
head to toe in the tracksuit. Simon immediately felt his cock twitch as the
door opened, and it hardened immediately as Dale walked towards him,
swishing as the nylon material rubbed against itself.

`What do you think?' asked Dale.

`Up to you mate. Not really my style you know.'

`You sure? I noticed you looking at one as I was waiting for the bloke to
open the changing room for me.'

`I was just seeing how much it was' blushed Simon.

He felt his going red as he said this; it was almost as if he'd been caught
indulging in his secret fantasy. Surprisingly, this made him feel even more
horny and he was glad that his school trousers were fairly loose so his
rock-hard cock tucked down the right leg.

Luckily Dale hadn't noticed Simon's discomfort as he was preoccupied with
seeing how much it cost.

`Damn' he said. `Fifty five quid. Don't have that sort of cash spare right
now'

`That's a shame.' Said Simon, trying to invoke a note of sarcasm, but in
reality actually meaning what he was saying.

`Ah well. Another time I guess. I'll get changed and then we can head off.'

`Ok. I'll go outside for a cigarette and see you in a minute.'

As Dale went to get changed, Simon adjusted his man tackle and went back
down the stairs. He had to go to the back of the store to access the stairs
down and this took him past many tracksuits and jackets; it was all he
could do to keep going and not feel the materials. He went outside and lit
up a Marlboro. He took a deep drag, inhaled, and then took another deep
drag, forcing the smoke deep into his lungs. His cock became even harder,
and he had to thrust his hand deep into his pocket to garner a moment's
satisfaction.

`Spark one up for me would you' asked Dale, appearing from the entrance of
the store.

Simon unzipped his tracksuit jacket and reached into the inside pocket of
his blazer. He pulled out the pack of Marlboro, removed a cigarette, and
ignited it before handing it to Dale. He then tried to put the cigarettes
into the pocket of his tracksuit top.

`Has this fucking thing got any pockets' asked Simon?

`Yeah. You've got to undo the Velcro. Here, let me show you.'

Dale reached over and placed his hand against Simon's stomach. As he did
so, he brushed against Simon's engorged cock. Dale's Lacoste jacket rubbed
against the nylon of Simon's jacket sending a shiver down Simon's body and
his cock throbbed with joy. Had Dale noticed Simon's overgrown sex toy as
he brushed against it? Simon's thoughts were racing.

`There you go.' Said Dale, seemingly oblivious to Simon's internal
wrangles.

`Cheers' said Simon. `Who'd've though they'd make it so fucking
complicated? I thought scallies were supposed to be thick!'

`Oi!' Exclaimed Dale with a grin. `I'm not thick, just can't be fucking
bothered'.

They walked to the bus stop and leaned against the shelter, smoking their
cigarettes. Simon could see some elderly couples eying them
disapprovingly. He realised that they thought he was just another scally,
ready to cause trouble at the drop of a hat.

The bus pulled up, and Simon stamped out his cigarette. Before he boarded,
Dale took several drags from his cigarette, inhaled deeply, and then let
out a thick stream of smoke as he stepped in.

`Shit' said Dale.

`What's up?'

`I just remembered that I've only got enough for my bus fare and I won't be
able to afford any fags'

`Don't worry about that. I can sort it out'

Simon paid Dale's fare and they climbed the stairs making for the back of
the bus.