Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2006 07:43:57 +0100
From: Nigel Dean <takemypantsoff@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Scally Lads story

HI GUYS:  He's another of my stories for you.  Please let me know if you
enjoy it.  takemypantsoff@hotmail.co.uk
Enjoy..... Nigel

SCALLY LADS by Nigel

It took me at first a little while to notice that something was different,
perhaps I was slow on the uptake but when Daz got himself a new car I
couldn't understand where he had got the money from. True enough it wasn't
new but nonetheless it was well smart and far outside my budget. He had told
me that he got it cheap because he paid cash but how much cash ? Loads !
Perhaps some doting relative had given him the money or maybe some other
windfall had waved the finger of fortune over him. Well, good luck to him.

Darren -- Daz as he was more commonly known, and I worked in the same branch
of a well known department store chain. Both of were on a junior management
training scheme and were assigned to the same department. We also shared the
same wage structure. So how was it while I got my clothes from the store
using my staff discount card Daz was able to wear designer labels ?

"Tell me your secret," I said to him one day. "How come you've always got so
much more cash than me ?"

He smiled. "Easy, I've a part-time job. I work two evenings a week."

"Must pay well."

"It does, I make just about double that I get working here."

"Bloody hell ! Why not give up the day job ?"

"Dunnow if I'm going to stick it, it's not secure like."

"Well if you leave let me know, I'll take your place."

What did he do ? The part-time evening jobs I knew of were either working in
bars or delivering pizzas. Neither paid much. So Daz was making about five
hundred quid for a couple of evenings work ! I wouldn't mind some of that. I
asked him about it, at first he was coy but as I persisted he kind of put up
a wall to block out the conversation. He obviously wanted to be secretive
about it, perhaps he worked for MI5 or may be he was a pimp ! Nah both pimps
and spies have to work full time and the day job in a department store did
not exactly fit.

It was about six weeks later, six weeks after I began to notice my friend's
wealth, that he brought up the subject after so many weeks of silence.

"You know that part-time job of mine," Daz said. "They're looking for some
new guys."

"Really ?"

"Think you may be interested ?"

"For five hundred quid a week ? You bet !"

"It's two fifty a night, I work two nights."

"Who with ?"

"It's called Scally Lads."

"Never heard of it. What is it a club or bar or something ?"

"Not exactly."

"So what is it then ?"

Daz hesitated then grinned.

"So ?"

"It's a website."

"Yeah ?"

"People log in and watch you on cam."

"And you get two fifty a night for that ?"

"Sure do."

He hesitated again and grinned once more. Finally he said, "You have to be
bollock naked though. But it's easy, you fool about for a couple of hours
then finish up with a wank."

"Yeah ! Yeah ! Reckon you do !"  Daz was always joking, what was it he
really did /

"You got a broadband connection at home ?"

"Yeah my Dad had it put in a while back."

"The guys who run Scally Lads will fix you up with a web cam and you work
from home. I go on-line about ten and log off round one in the morning. Have
everything set up in my bedroom and depending how many are on-line depends
how much I earn but I've never made less than two fifty for a session."

Perhaps he wasn't joking.  "Let me get this right. You sit in front of a
webcam -- in your bedroom at home -- jerk yourself off and girls all over the
world watch you ?"

"That's about it, save it aint girls that do the watching !"

"BLOKES ! That's gay !"

"For two hundred and fifty quid a night who cares ?"

"Fuck that I do !"

End of conversation !

But then I thought of the sports car my friend had, of the Armani shirts he
was always wearing and the cash he was never short of. How many other guys
our age had that ? I could have it as well.

No, no way ! Not even for all that. I told him I wasn't interested.

"OK." He just shrugged his shoulders.

But that night I dreamed about Scaly Lads, I dreamed about web cams and I
dreamed about a whole lot more. To be honest it was a wet dream and I hadn't
had one of those since I was a kid.

In the morning I decided I might, just might, give it a second thought. I
quizzed Daz.  "You do this at home ? In your bedroom?"

He nodded.

"What about your parents ? Do they know ?"

"Don't be silly !"

"But what if they caught you ?"

"How they going to do that ?   I mean do your parents come into your bedroom
to kiss you goodnight ?"

"Good point. Of course not."

"Isn't it illegal ?" I then asked.

"Course not, you're over eighteen !"

True.

"And you make five hundred a week from it ?"

"Actually I have been doing it for six months now and I've made a little
over fifteen grand !"

"Fuck me !"

Daz laughed. "Careful what you say !"

Being a little naive I wasn't over sure what he meant.

"And remember it's tax free. No stoppages !"

"How do you join ?" I was interested but was a long way short of knowing if
I had the bottle to go through with it or not.

"Come round to my place tonight, my parents are away, stay over and we'll do
a double. The guys at Scally Lads pay more for a double and you always get a
whole lot more punters so there's tons of dosh. What ever we make tonight
I'll split fifty-fifty with you."

That was generous but I calmly said, "OK I'll think about it." I think I
said it calmly but in truth I was pounding with excitement.


And think about it -- I did little else all day. Customers drifted past me in
a fog, I saw them but I could not see them. I attended to their purchases
but I did not regard them with anything like my normal standard of service.
Daz on the other hand was at the forefront of my mind. He was also all too
often at the forefront of my vision. I found it difficult not to keep
looking in his direction. I studied his shoulders tight against his crisp
white shirt and wondered how toned his body was. His tight bum passed me so
many times I was clearly able to visualise it minus those charcoal grey
trousers and what ever form of underwear lay beneath. As for a front view, I
sneaked a glance when ever I could in order to try and detect any sign of a
bulge. Shit if anyone was looking at me they certainly would have seen my
bulge !

I don't think I had ever before felt quite so horny. And just what was I
feeling horny about ? Stripping naked and having a wank with a mate ? Nah,
not only that but doing it in front of a camera with the world wide web
watching ! And the money -- perhaps that was the greatest cause of the ever
present heavy feeling inside my pants.

Over lunch in the staff canteen I told my friend that I had decided I would
give it a try. I tried to sound as cool and casual as I could but my heart
was pounding like a war-drum.

Daz was clearly delighted with my decision and gave me a few words of
encouragement. "You'll love it and you'll love the money !"

I nodded. I would.

"Come round for about nine and we'll go on-line by ten."

"OK."

"You won't bottle this will you ?"

"No way !"

I didn't bottle it and I was round Daz's house at the appointed time. I'd
spun my parents some tale to excuse my staying out all night and, of course,
Daz's folks were away.

Inside his bedroom the computer was ready. I've got a computer myself, I
expect you have but I also bet it is nothing like the one Daz had. The
monitor was more like a wide-screen television and the webcam resembled a
digital camcorder. It sat on its own tripod at the end of the room focused
towards the bed. The computer sat on a small desk away to the right and was
clearly visible from all positions.

"Wow what a set up !"

"Like it ?"

"You bet !"

Daz fiddled about and the screen lit up with a view from the camera.

"Are we on ?"

"No, not yet," Daz explained. "Just testing and setting up."

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at myself on the monitor. Bloody
hell I reckon I looked every bit as horny as I felt. There were two sets of
numbers at the bottom of the screen, all reading zero. Daz explained that
the first showed how many guys were watching at that moment and the second
the total who had logged on during the whole session.

"This may be a silly question," I said, "but what exactly are we going to do
?"

"In simple terms ?"

I nodded.

"We are going to take our clothes off, slowly like -- keep everything going
for as long as possible. The fool about -- again for as long as possible,
need to get loads and loads of guys watching us. Finally we wank. Usually
once you have cum guys tend to log off. That's about it."

"OK."

"There's a microphone so we can talk to those watching us if we like and any
of them with a mike can speak to us. Not many bother to say much though."

I had not thought about an audio link and I wasn't too certain about it.
Funny, I had psyched myself up to let the whole world see me naked but I
needed to do it all again for them to hear my voice.

"You ready ?"

Did I have any choice ? Did I want a choice ?

Daz rattled some keys then came and sat next to me on the edge of the bed.

"What's happening ?" I whispered.

"Nothing yet."

"Oh," I croaked.

"As soon as you see the numbers change from zero somebody will be watching
us and we'll start. Just follow my lead and you'll be fine. Just remember
they can hear you as well so be careful what you say."

My mouth was becoming so dry I wondered if I would be able to talk at all
even if I wanted to. But another area of my body was far from dry, I was
oozing precum by the gallon. Daz had said to make things last, I wondered
how long I would be able to hold out.

He gave me a gentle nudge as the counter on the screen flipped from zero to
one. No sooner had it done that then it went first to two and then three.

"Hi guys," Daz spoke.

"Who's your friend ?" a voice said from the speakers on either side of the
giant screen.

"Meet my best mate Nigel," Darren said. "Say Hi Nigel."

I tried to clear my throat and mumbled something.

"Is he hot ?" This was as different voice.

"Sure is. Want me to show you ?"

"Yes please !" Three voices said in unison.

Daz moved to kneel behind me. The bed creaked under our weight. I was
wearing a short sleeve sports shirt, open at the neck with three buttons
leading down six or more inches into my chest. Darren slid a hand down that
neck opening and gently caressed my chest. His warm touch sent sensuous
rivers of pleasure throughout my body.


The pleasure I was experiencing must have been reflected in those watching
for the counter showed there were now five on-line.

Daz whispered in my ear. "OK, let's give them something for their money."

Removing that first hand he placed two in such a way as to lift my shirt up
and over my head. A tingling sensation vibrated up and down my spine. Daz
soon had his own shirt off and ripped away his trousers to sit next to me in
an amazingly tight g-string.


I wasn't wearing anything , anywhere near so seductive. I mean I didn't own
anything like that. Mine were simple white briefs, Marks and Spencer St
Michael's variety, something an aunt had given me for Christmas and a poor
second to an Armani g-string. But time, I thought, to let my audience have a
view of them.

I remembered what Daz had said just moments earlier about taking our time. I
stood up and slowly peeled away my trousers.

Behind me Daz commented, "He's good isn't he ?"

"Very," came a voice from the computer.

I smiled and looked down on the large tenting bulge at the front of my
briefs. A quick glance at the computer confirmed the eyes of camera was
picking this up very nicely.


As I watched the counter ran furiously upwards one by one to show no fewer
than fifteen guys were watching us. And not one had logged off since we
started to perform.

I shot an eye at Daz and winked. He stood up and began adopting a series of
poses before the camera. He turned round to show everyone his tight buttocks
bisected by the line of the g-string.

My turn next. I was happy to oblige. As I turned to give our audience, now
grown to twenty, a rear view I pulled down the back of my underpants and
gave a quick flash of my own hind quarters.

"Fucking beautiful," a voice from the computer said. "Can we see some more
?"


I was overtaken by everything, turned round and dropped those white pants
all the way to the floor. I stood there for a moment, my cock twitching in
front of me, before stepping out of them. How fucking horny I felt and
making money at the same time !  The counter was zipping ever upwards and I
guessed I soon would be able to afford my own Armani g-string.

"Told you guys he's hot !" Daz said.

"Yeah," I said with a newfound sense of boldness. "And it's too hot in here
for either of us to be wearing anything so get that g-string off !"

With that I took hold of that flimsy article then pulled it forward and down
in order that I could free a rock solid seven inches trapped within it.

"That's better, isn't it ? I said.

There were shouts of agreement.

So there we were naked and being watched by so many guys my head was going
dizzy trying to calculate what we were earning. I had lost count of the time
we had been on-line and wanted to ask my friend for his own computations but
could not speak of such matters in front of our clients.

What would I do with the cash ? Surely I was in for at least a hundred
pounds. No, more than that -- Darren had said he never made less than two
fifty so what ever half was going to be more than a hundred. This was so
easy, a license to print money and I fully intended to print it by the sack
full. Before I was finished we would need Securicor to take it all away.

Back to matters in hand, in hand -- excuse the pun please. I took hold of my
cock and gave it a couple of long, slow and firm pumps. The response from
those watching brought a host of encouraging cheers.

I wanted to cum, I needed to cum but so long as these punters were prepared
to log on to a premium rate telephone line in order to watch us I would
wait.


Daz placed his left hand on my shoulder and stood quite close to me, with
his right he was slowly pumping his own cock.

I guess we could have stood there side by side and wanked forth a superb
jizz but I was in a frenzy. I hadn't done anything with a guy ever before
and must have been on some kind of supernatural auto pilot. There wasn't
anything that could stop me. And all the time the money was rolling in !

I turned slightly, knelt down and took hold of Daz's beautiful cock. I
pointed it towards my mouth then kissed it gently with the very tip of my
tongue. I felt the air about him quiver with an overload of testosterone. He
was damp with precum and I tasted the fruit of his manhood. I had no choice,
I just had to suck him. And suck him I did.

As I took his cock into my mouth there were the wildest possible cheers from
the computer and a voice above them all shouted: "GO FOR IT KID !"

And so go for it I did. With more force than an engine on the world's most
powerful jet fighter I sucked. An aura of unbridled pleasure emanated from
my friend. I think this some how permeated cyber space and reached out to
those who all over the world were watching us. Sounds crying out from the
speakers clearly demonstrated that significant number of guys were wanking
as they watched. Who knows, perhaps they all were.

I knew instinctively that Daz was near to cumming, I took him to the very
edge then released him to squirt hot jizz directly towards the camera.

"Bloody fantastic !' a voice said.

"You've just made me cum with the best wank I've had for ages," said
another. "Keep going and I'll do it again."

"Now fuck him," said a third.

"Yeah fuck his brains out ! Go for it !"

OK, why not ? I'd do that all right ! Stay on line guys and watch me.

But I had never done anything like this before, I wasn't sure what to do.
But then I had never sucked a cock before and I had obviously done a good
job of that ! This was my very first encounter with a guy, I had fucked a
girl once but to be honest I had made a bit of a mess of it and it wasn't
all that good. But this would be good, it would be fan-fuckin-tastically
good !

I pushed Daz sideways across the bed then lifted him into an all-fours
position.


Words of encouragement all excited and wildly agitated were babbling forth
from the computer so fast I couldn't tell who was saying what. I glanced at
the counter, seventy nine guys on line !

I knew nothing of foreplay or anything about such things as lube to help
open a way and so I just parted my friends buttocks with my fingers and
rammed in with my solid hard cock. I was rampant with energy and focused it
all into pushing in deep and hard.


Darren cried out in pain but I took no notice. I began a furious motion
guided only by blind instinct developed throughout mankind over a million
generations. Perspiration was pouring off me and my heart was beating to
pump adrenaline faster that that of a marathon runner.

Cum was building inside me like a surge of flood battering against the walls
of a dam. And when those walls gave way a flood the like of nothing since
the time of Noah rushed out.

Daz collapsed with momentary exhaustion and I too fought to regain my
breathing. My brain spun. What ever had come over me ? What had I done ?
What ever it was I never, ever could have believed it was possible. I wasn't
gay, or was I ? I just wanted the money. But if that was being gay then it
was, was -- OK. Yeah very OK !

Now recovered Daz turned and kissed me, kissed me deep with his tongue
reaching far down into my throat. Finally he left me and switched the
computer off line.

"What can I say ?" he smiled.

I just grinned back and started to put on my clothes.

"Want to see how much money we earned ?"

I nodded eagerly.

He rattled the keyboard again.

"Seven hundred and sixteen pounds, that's three hundred and fifty eight quid
each."

"Great !" I wondered if that was enough to buy an Armani g-string.

"Fuck mate my arse is sore !" Daz complained. "Where did you learn to do
that ?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "It was my first time."

"Well let me tell you, you were fucking brilliant and look at the money
we've made."

"Yeah."

"And plenty more where that came from. Fancy doing it again later in the
week."

"No," I said.

Daz looked surprised.

"No ?"

"No," I repeated. "Not later in the week. Later tonight !"


Hope you enjoyed.  takemypantsoff@hotmail.co.uk
All the best and hoping to hear from you.
Nigel