Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2009 09:50:45 +0000 (GMT)
From: maninnotts@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Simon the Scally

Author: Maninnotts.

This is the first in a series of stories based on Simon. I hope you enjoy!
Any comments to maninnotts @yahoo.co.uk



Simon was a 16 year old with a secret. Outwardly, he was a perfectly normal
young man: he did well at school, although a bit lazy, had a loving family
and generally was well liked and well behaved. All in all pretty ordinary.

Sure, he smoked. Ever since he tried his first cigarette at age 14 he had
loved smoking. Over a period of time he had graduated from smoking the
occasional cigarette with friends to smoking 10 or more each day. He'd been
caught once or twice by his parents, but no whe was 16 (when buying
cigarettes was still legal at 16) his parents had just had to accept his
smoking. To Simon, it was almost a sexual thing; he just loved smoking
cigarettes and didn't care about the damage it may be doing.

His main secret was a love of sportswear, in particular the scally look.
The friends he hung around with were anti-scally; not goths, but they
looked down on other youths wearing tracksuits and caps.  They were seen as
fashion victims, and thick.

Simon didn't care; he longed to be able to wear the same gear as the
scallies. One guy in particular really caught his eye. Dale was in the year
below, although he was just about to turn sixteen as he was one of the
oldest in the year. The smokers at school tended to congregate together at
breaktime and lunchtime behind the sports hall, so all the groups used to
rub shoulders; there was almost a solidarity between the groups over
smoking even though they mixed in different circles outside of school.

Dale was your archetypal scally; from a council estate, his dad had left
his mother when he was 11.  Up until this point he'd been a pretty good
kid, but the disappearance of his father had led to him losing his way
somewhat. Still a good kid at heart, Dale had started to hang around with
the other scallies, drinking in the park of an evening and smoking pot.
He'd also started to dress like a scally, something which was not lost on
Simon. He wore his tie in the typical scally fashion, with a huge knot
barely tied, looking like it was going to fall off at any moment. He also
wore tracksuit tops over his blazer; to Simon it seemed that he must have
hundreds.

One morning in October it was particularly cold. Simon walked to school as
usual and went to the smokers' corner for a pre-school cigarette. He was a
bit early this morning (which was unusual) and Dale was the only other
person there. As soon as he caught sight of him Simon could feel his cock
hardening; Dale was wearing his school trousers, but other than that the
rest of his clothes were pure scally! He was wearing bright white Nike Air
trainers, very loosely in the scally style with the laces tucked into the
trainers. On his head was a beanie style cap, tilted over to the left so
that the peak was almost over his left eye. Finally, and this was what
really caught Simon's cock, he was wearing a light blue Lacoste tracksuit
top, zipped up the neck. Simon loved this top immediately, and hadn't seen
Dale wearing it before.

Seeing that Dale had just stamped out his cigarette, Simon went over to him
and offered him one of his Marlbor reds.

'Cheers mate.' Said Dale, and preceeded to pull out his siler zippo lighter
from the pocket of his tracky top. He lit the cigarette, inhaled deeply,
and exhaled a large plume of smoke.

'Fuck, I needed that.' said Dale.

'Yeah? What's up?'

`Me mam caught me smoking last night out of my bedroom window. I thought
she was fucking out at bingo, but she came in and I near shit myself. I got
the whole lecture about how it's killing me and if your father was
here.... I said "well he's not fucking here is he?" which made here go
psycho on me. So she didn't give me any fucking money today other than bus
fare home. That was my last cigarette, although I may fuck it and spend the
bus fare on fags, but it's a long fucking walk'.

`Here, take a few of mine.' Said Simon

`Fuck mate, that's great. Cheers.' Replied a visibly relieved Dale as he
took five cigarettes from Simon's pack.

`I've got another pack in my bag so it's fine.' Said Simon.

They stood smoking their cigarettes in silence for about a minute. To Simon
it seemed like ten minutes as he tried to glance at the sexy Dale in his
light blue tracksuit top smoking his cigarette. The way he sucked hard on
the cigarette, hollowing his cheeks to try and get as much smoke as
possible and then exhaled over the collar of his tracksuit excited Simon so
much that he had to adjust his position to hide the growing hard-on under
his school trousers.

Just then, some more of Simon's friends arrived and he started talking to
them. He still had half an eye on Dale as he hung around the edge of the
group. Simon was in Year 12 whilst Dale was in year 11, so his friends
tended to disregard Dale as he was younger and also because he was
considered one of the scallies. Some of Dale's friends also started to
arrive so he was soon listening to the other scallies bragging about their
exploits of the previous night and how they'd done fuck all work for
school.

Simon smoked two cigarettes and then set off for registration. As he
passed, Dale called out `Cheers for the fags mate, I owe you one.'

`Why are you giving that scally twat cigarettes?' Asked Nick, one of
Simon's group of friends.

`He's alright, just had a tough time at home that's all.'

`He's still a fucking scaly though isn't he? Have you still got your
wallet?' Joked Nick.

`Very original' Replied Simon, still thinking about the image of Dale
standing there in his blue tracksuit top and beanie smoking his
cigarette. He could feel his cock rising again and thrust his hand into his
pocket to cover the bulge as he walked.

All through the morning lessons Simon kept thinking about Dale. He was so
preoccupied that the lessons just seemed to fly past. Fortunately they had
not required much attention, but if anyone had asked him what he'd even had
that morning he'd have struggled to remember. At first break, Simon decided
he had to go and relieve himself. He went to the toilets in the sixth form
block and pushed his bag against the door of a cubicle, the locks having
been broken many years before. His cock was pushing hard against his
boxers, so much so that when he pulled them down, his cock sprang forward
like a steel trap, oozing precum as it escaped.

Simon started pulling on his cock, imagining Dale is his hot tracky top and
beanie hat as he did so. He pictured himself walking through some woods
with Dale, wearing a tracksuit himself and smoking cigarettes as they
walked, the sound of nylon tracksuits swishing as they went. He thought of
disappearing into the bushes for a piss, and Dale following, and being
unable to resist taking a glance at Dale's cock as it hung over his blue
nylon tracksuit bottoms... He imagined taking that juicy young cock into
his mouth and sucking on it in the same way he saw Dale sucking on his
cigarette that very morning, sucking and sucking... Just then his cock let
out a stream of hot, sticky cum. `Shit!'  Exclaimed Simon as he realised it
had shot over the toilet bowl and some had leaked onto his trousers.

`You alright in there?' Came Nick's voice.

Simon had been so engrossed in his fantasy that he hadn't even noticed
anyone enter the toilets.

`Fine.' Replied Simon; `Just a big load being delivered!' he joked.

He quickly cleaned up the mess as best he could, noticing that there was a
bit of a stain on his trousers, and left the cubicle.

`I didn't see you having a smoke during breaktime.' Commented Nick.

`I was busting for a shit. Sometimes you just got to go!' Laughed Simon,
although his laugh was unconvincing, rather like the laugh of someone
caught doing something they shouldn't thought Nick.

`Anyway, double-Physics now.' Said Nick. `Another lesson on atomic theory
from Turner. Fucking joy.'