THE HUNG MANC SCALLY
Now, if any of you have ever taken a trip around Manchester city centre you will know just what a great city it is. There's loads of places to visit, Piccadilly Gardens, the Printworks, and the Urbis centre and the nightlife is buzzin. But a walk round the Arndale shopping centre takes the biscuit! A walk round the Arndale, on a Saturday afternoon, in particular is invariably torture thnaks to a huge amount of str8 acting scally lads. Elasticated tracky bottom, Lacoste tops and either trainers or a pair of Rockports on their feet, they can look well fit. Anyway, on to the story…it’s a true story which really did happen to a mate of mine and I have just dramatised it up a little.
So it was a Saturday afternoon and my mate (Sean) was looking round the shops for something to where that evening. Like all Saturday afternoons the city centre was heaving and the usual compliment of scallies were hanging round every corner of every shop in the Arndale. Sean is terrible to go shopping with as he has to try on the whole shop, and today was no exception. After a couple of hours in Town, he was by now in JJB about to try on the then newly released Man Utd shirt. As he approached the changing rooms a bit of a stunning lad caught his eye. He was fairly tall, about 6 ft, had jet black shaven hair and was wearing an Henri Lloyd polo shirt, a pair of Adidas trackies and a pair of brown Rockports. He was about 18 or 19. He was also doin what makes all scallies look dead horny, he had his hands down his boxers.
As Sean was leaving the changing rooms the lad was still there but walked right close up to Sean, slightly bumping into him and giving him an intimidating look.
“Tosser” thought Sean, even though he was well fit. Sean thought nothing else of it. He’d finally got what he’d come to town for and was now walking towards Piccadilly to catch his bus home. He soon became aware, however, that the scally from the sports shop was in fact behind him and it soon became apparent that he was being followed. For some reason Sean deviated from his normal route (perhaps to confirm that he was being followed) and headed for through a quieter part of the city centre. By now Sean was half scared and half aroused by having this scally following him. The scally could be about to rob him he thought or what if...what if he wanted something else? “Nah” he thought, “never”. He then quickened his pace in order to lose him. However, the scally was, by now, almost running and he soon caught Sean up. His face was still intimidating and showed very little emotion. Seans heart was thumping . A rough Mancunion voice filled the alley way.
“I saw you looking at me back there”
“No I didn’t mean to…..err” spluttered Sean.”
“If ya want ma fuckin cock then get in ere now” ordered the Scally.
Sean stood still, absolutely astonished. “Fuck man” he thought.
After a few seconds getting over the initial shock and not quite believing his luck, Sean followed the fit lad into what appeared to be an old disused warehouse. He looked around the huge room to locate him. There he was….perched up on some old wooden boxes with his legs wide open. As Sean got closer he could see that he meant business for through his trackies was a fairly large half hard cock. This sight alone sent Sean's cock steaming. But before he could say anything else the scally began rubbing the fly area of his jeans and running his hands up his chest. He proceeded to undo Sean's jeans and pulled out his cock. He began to roughly suck him off and Sean couldn’t believe that he was having the blowjob of his life. For the next five minutes nothing was said as the scally's tongue went wild around Sean's helmet. Every so often he would let his tongue go into Sean's cock hole while he continued to firmly jack him off. Sean was about to cum but didn’t tell the scally. He shot his first bit right into his mouth and as he did the scally retreated and the second bit of the wad splattered on the floor.
“Fuck man, you could av told me. I never take that shit”.
“You mean you’ve done this before? …you’re a scally”
“Ya joking, half the scalls round here av shagged at least one lad in their time. You can walk round Moss Side mate and they wonder whether to rob ya or do ya”
“Whats your name?” enquired Sean.
"It’s Lee”
Lee seemed to be getting rather impatient with this chat chat. He only wanted one thing.
“On ya fours I ain’t got all fuckin day. Am takin ma bitch to the pictures later” he announced.Sean did as he was told. He wasn’t going to put the shag of his life in jeopardy. He looked back as Lee was pulling down his trackies and black Calvins to his ankles to reveal a huge cock. Sean said it was about nine inches and I believe him, Sean has a not as big, but nevertheless big, cock, so he knew one when he saw it. This sexy tool was encompassed by a large amount of black pubes. His cock was lubed enough thanks to the pre-cum but Sean's arse hole wasn’t. However, Lee didn’t give a fuck and he rammed his nine inches right up Sean showing no mercy at all. Sean let out a cry of pain.
“Shut the fuck up or am goin. None of my scally mates are catching me pounding you.”
And pounding he was. He was really goin hell for leather , his cock gin all the way in then back out again. So rough was he fucking Sean that his hung balls were making an almighty slapping noise against his prey's arse. Lee placed his hands round Sean's front…he obviously wanted more cock. Indeed he began to wank him off again.
Lee wasn’t lasting long though and a minute later his huge cock began to quiver and contract.
“Oh fuck am cummin…ah ah”
Sean felt his red hot Jizz shoot up him. But Lee wasn’t stopping….his cock kept shooting more pulses of cum. 1, 2, 3 ,4 5, he managed a sixth pulse of shooting cum which shot down Sean's back as he withdrew. His cum was pure white and thick.
“Oh Lee am goin cum again” groaned Sean.
Surprisingly Sean guided his mouth onto Sean's cock and Swallowed every last drop of his cum.
“Thought you didn’t take cum” asked Sean.
“Well av decided it’s quite nice actaully…in fact you were quite a good fuck. Right might cya round.”He pulled his boxers up wiping the glaze of cum off his cock onto them. With no other word spoken, he left.
Sean wanted to fuck Lee but oh well he couldn’t complain. He’d had a great time. Would he see Sean again? Of course he would and his turn was coming. But that’s another story!

I walked through the door and stopped, allowing my eyes to adjust. As I stood shapes in the steam became clear. I started to make my way towards the small office at the other side of the room, passing all of the naked bodies. All of the best looking boys in the school, stripping and displaying everything.I tried not to look at any one, trying to successfully deliver a message to the PE teacher. I caught glimpses of the naked flesh of their toned bodies. All of the boys were a couple of years older than me and wouldn't be happy with me staring.I stopped when I heard a familiar voice. I carefully turned around and saw him stood in a corner talking to some of his mates. Jamie. He was the bestlooking boy in the entire school and the brother of my best friend, Ross. He had been in so many of my fantasies. He was stood wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.I stood and stared at his perfectly toned body, working my way down over him from head to toe. He chest was well defined and he had a few hairs in-between his nipples, the hairs continued down over his six-pack and then disappeared into his boxers. The tight white material clung tightly around the huge package.I was out of my day-dream when I realised that they had stopped and were looking at me."What are you looking at?" Jamie shouted at me. "You getting turned on by this? You obviously like what you see!!" He grabbed hold of his huge package and gave it a squeeze.I realised what he meant. The bulge in my shorts was obvious. My hard boner stuck out, creating a tent in my shorts. I turned and ran for the door.The following day I was at my best friends house. We were looking at porn in magazines and on his computer. I hadn't been there long when we heard the front door slam and footsteps climbing the stairs. The door of the bedroom and Jamie burst with his friend Matt.Jamie walked straight towards me and snatched the magazine out of my hand. He flicked through some of the pages then looked at me."You like a bit of cock, do you?" he said looking at me and smiling. "How would you like to suck on my big cock?"I grabbed the magazine and rolled over onto my stomach, pretending that I wasn't interested. Hoping that he would leave.He didn't. I felt the bed move as he climbed on top of me and pushed my head down into the pillow."Well, if you won't suck on it. I'll just have to use you another way."He fumbled around in his pocket and grabbed hold of my wrist at the same time. He pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and, in one move handcuffed me to the bed. I looked around and could see that Matt was handcuffing Ross to the table leg.Jamie and Matt stood the middle of the room looking at me and Ross. A big grin crept across Jamie's face as he looked at me."We'll start with him." He said pointing at me.They both began to take their clothes off. I couldn't take my eyes off of Jamie as he slide his T-shirt up over his chest over his head, throwing on the floor. His hands moved to the top of his trackie bottoms. He began to pull them down, revealing a small black thong. The thong strained as it tried to hold his hard cock. He pulled off the thong with one movement andstood the naked. His cock was about 10" long and was surrounded by a thick bush of dark hair. Matt was naked as well. He wasn't as toned as Jamie and his cock wasn't as big. He also had a thick bush of hair surrounding his cock. The hair continued up his stomach and covered his chest.They stood looking at me for a moment and suddenly both moved towards me. Jamie grabbed my shorts and pulled them off, along with my boxers, while Matt ripped my shirt straight off. Without saying a word Jamie jumped on top of me and Matt sat in front of me.I could hear a sucking noise coming from behind me and then I could feel something enter my ass. I guessed that it must be one of Jamie's fingers as it was too thin to be his cock. He moved it in and out a couple of times. He then shifted position and, with a single thrust of his strong hips, shoved all of his cock deep into my ass. Pain shot through my body and as I opened my mouth Matt shoved his cock into my mouth. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my head down, shoving his hard cock further into my mouth.After a few moments the pain was replaced by pleasure, as Jamie started to move his hips backwards and forwards. His thrusting made the bed rock and back against the wall loudly. Matt pulled my head harder and pushed his cock deep into my mouth.Jamie kept up his movements, I could hear his breathing getting quicker as he drove his cock deep into my ass and released his load. Shot after shot filled my ass. He flopped down on top of me as Matt shot his load into the back of my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but some still managed to escape from the corner of my lips.After a few minutes Jamie and Matt got up and sat on the floor next to the bed. Their cocks softening between their legs."That was fun, "Jamie said, "We'll have to do it again sometime and next time you can join in." He added pointing to Ross.I couldn't wait!!

Footy tale

I've been playing for our college football team for about six months now. I got involved because my mate Dave played for the team and he'd said that they could use a few extra lads on the team.
I'd always fancied Dave. He was slightly older than me - 17 - whilst I was still 16. He was slim and athletic with longish light brown hair, centre-parted and cut off abruptly at the back and sides where he'd had his neck and part of the side of his head shaved totally. He was a real scally; always dressed in trackies, t-shirt, trainers, and a baseball cap.
Our footy team were in a league with other colleges, and although I enjoyed the games, my real reason for being involved was my lust for the other lads in their football kit. I was always in a higher state of alertness when I was at football. I would apprehensively wait to see what kit our opponents would be wearing. After a while of playing in the league, we started to play the same teams again and you got to know some of the faces; and especially exciting to me, the other strips.
Most of the teams would have a college kit, often with their numbers and names on. One team had thick alternate vertical white and red stripes, the nylon shining when it caught the light. Another team was in thick custardy yellow and blue stripes - yummmmmm! That was my favourite! There were some really sexy lads on that team. I loved watching their cute bodies in kit as they played, fantasising about tugging their shorts down and sucking their cocks!
A lot of the time we'd play indoor football, and that was the best because the light would be good. I would often sit at the side of the indoor pitch waiting to go on and sit staring at the other team's players, looking at their shiny shorts, their football socks pulled up to their knees; their kneepads clearly defined through the material.
Well, after one game, which we won, we were on a high. Dave caught me as we headed back to the changing rooms and said: 'You played well tonight, mate.'
'Oh cheers Dave. You were good, and you had a few decent shots at goal.'
Back in the changing rooms we were buzzing after our win. I liked looking round the room and catching glimpses of some of my horny team-mates. This lad Stewart, who was normally on the sub bench with me, peeled his shorts down and I caught an eyeful of his pink and white silky boxers. I could almost see his big tackle swinging about behind the soft material.
Nathan, our goalee, was a real spunk too. I loved watching him undressing after a match. He has a slender well-toned body, short spiky hair, and a bit of a gob on him. I loved seeing him dressed up to play in goal; his chunky gloves and his long-sleeved green and black patterned nylon top on.
Dave's older brother, John, had driven us to this particular match, as the teacher who normally brought us had been called away to something at the last minute. Nathan, the goalee, was making a lot of noise: 'Three one, three one!'
'Let's celebrate! Let's get a few drinks in and get pissed!' This was the normally quiet Neil speaking: the skinny, spotty lad who always wore blue Kappa tracksuit pants and a backwards-facing black baseball cap.
Dave's older brother John was called upon to get the booze in for us as we were obviously too young to buy it ourselves; although a few of us had been successful in the past. So John and Dave sped round to the off license in the minibus, picked up a box of beer bottles and a couple of four-packs of cider cans, and we were soon drinking away. After one can of cider I started to loosen up and lose my normally quiet and slightly shy personality. Two of the lads challenged each other to arm wrestles, then Dave played the winner. I enjoyed watching him straining to beat Liam, his opponent - a spunky black kid with a really fuckable rear. Dave got really red in the face as he tried desperately to win. I could feel a rush of pleasure sweep through my groin as I looked first at his rock hard bicep, then at his cute arse in his light green football shorts. He lost, but he'd put up a good fight.
We were still buzzing, and someone suggested a new challenge: 'Why don't we play soggy biscuit?!'
Some of the lads looked blank. Others who knew the game put on a show of disgust, but after some arguing John went out to the minibus and brought in a large round biscuit tin, which was used to store the first aid stuff. He put the lid on the floor, and one of the lads pulled a slightly melted chocolate digestive from his bag.
Nathan called out the instructions: 'You've got to wank yourselves off onto the biscuit, and the last one to cum has to eat it.' You could see that some of the lads didn't want to be in it, especially skinny, spotty Neil, with his small arse and weedy physique. Peer pressure got the reluctant ones involved though, and we were soon all kneeling round this tin lid on the muddy floor of the changing room. It was warm in there; none of us had showered yet, and it smelt of sweat, socks and deodorant. I looked over at Neil's dick, and was surprised to see how long and slender it was as he embarrassedly wanked it to hardness.
Loudmouth Nathan was first to cum: 'Here it comes!' he arrogantly called, tossing his head as he stood up. He pulled his shorts back over his white briefs, and wiped the last of his cum from the end of his cock on the back of his hand. I was so turned on now it was unbelievable. I knew I would shoot in no time at all. I felt this uncontrollable surge as I spunked jets of cream, some of it missing the lid. Then the other lads came in quick succession. I was loving seeing my horny team mates kneeling on the floor, shorts down round their thighs, spurting cum. Some shot jets of the stuff, others unleashed a little drizzle, but all of them desperate not to be last.
Soon there were only Dave and spotty Neil left. Finally Dave grunted and got his out. That just left Neil, everyone laughing, pointing and jeering at him. 'Can't you do the business, mate?' taunted Stewart. As we all gathered round him, Neil sat crossed-legged on the floor and picked up the biscuit, which was smothered in a sea of sperm from the 17 or so of us in the room. He opened his mouth and gingerly took a bite from the biscuit, all the while the cooling spunk was slithering down between his fingers.
'Don't spill any.' 'You've got to eat it all.'
Neil got the rest of the soggy biscuit into his mouth, and by now you could see the melting chocolate leaving brown swirls in the creamy mass of our jizz.
'You haven't finished!' laughed Dave's brother John, and so Neil had to pick up the tin lid and lick it clean. The lid had more semen on it than the biscuit, and you could see Neil swallowing as he let our spunk slither over the tin lid and into his mouth. Neil sat back on his haunches and licked his lips. 'Hey Neil!' called Stewart, 'You STILL haven't finished! You've got to lick up the cum that's on the floor too.' 'I'm not doing that, it's dirty.' Neil struggled as Stewart and another lad held him down and rubbed his face into the cummy floor. Laughing and cheering continued as this went on, then Stewart and the other lad got off of Neil and he sat back on his haunches again. Looking down I saw that his cock was still rock hard, and I thought to myself 'he's enjoyed that.'
Standing over him Stewart spat down at him, and said: 'You're fucking queer you little faggot!' Sensing the entertainment was now over, we all slowly and quietly went back to our kit bags and finished getting changed. John wanted to get back onto the road and hurried us along. Meanwhile Neil had got slowly to his feet and dejectedly put his clothes back on.
Watching Neil out of the corner of my eye, I felt new waves of lust and desire sweep over me. I began to think that maybe he was bent (or at least bi.), and if he was how I'd like to suck him off, taste his cute little arse, and bring him to orgasm.The bus ride back to the College included the usual joyous singing and chanting, and we all wearily clambered out the other end, glad to be back at our own college and near home. I struck up conversation with Neil as we both made our way out of the car park and onto the pavement, walking down the hill from the college towards the centre of town. Neil lived about ten minutes from the college. As we walked I told him not to worry about what had happened and that no one thought he was gay. Then we started on about football and how good the game had been and what his favourite team was. He was a Liverpool boy. I liked them myself, especially sexy Stephen Gerrard. He let us into his house, his mum calling out to inquire how he'd got on. He told her he had a friend here who'd dropped in for a drink, and we were going up to his room for a bit. We carried two glasses of lemonade upstairs and, entering his cramped bedroom, I exhaled as I saw that his bedroom walls were covered in pictures of Liverpool. One player stood out though for special attention: Michael Owen. Neil left me in his room looking at some of his football mags while he went to take a shower.
I looked down and saw his white Nike trainers on the floor by his bed. I could sense their faint odour in my nostrils and, seizing the opportunity, I picked one of them up. There was still a bit of mud on the sole, but that didn't stop me! I held the shoe over my face and sniffed hard on the stinking pong of Neil's feet. They were still damp from his sweat, and my cock sprung to attention and I wanted to wank myself off there and then!
He came back into the room smelling sweet from his shower. He was dressed in a pair of bright red nylon Adidas tracksuit bottoms and had on a white nylon Nike t-shirt. He'd taken off his baseball cap, and his rough ginger hair was messed up from being washed. I felt a new wave of desire rush through my body.
'You're clean now and I'm still smelly and dirty. I'd better be going soon.'
'Don't worry.' he said. After a few seconds' silence I said: 'You REALLY like Liverpool don't you?'
Looking a bit embarrassed he said that yes he did, then sheepishly added: 'Owen's my favourite player.'
Glancing down at his trackie pants as he sat next to me on the bed I could see his bulge through his pants, and he looked from his football posters into my eyes. I looked back at him saying: 'I like Owen too. He's got a nice arse!' My heart beat fast and I felt hot as a look of understanding passed between us. I edged myself along the bed to be nearer him and put my hand on his thigh. I was engulfed by excitement at this first intimate touch and I could feel my cock throbbing in my shorts. I put my other arm round his back and pulled him close as we kissed. First we were a bit awkward, then we began to get into the flow of it. We started to French kiss passionately and Neil embraced me, pulling me down on top of him. We lay side by side on his bed. Feverishly we started to fondle each other's cocks through our clothes.
We sat up on the bed next to each other, both of us hot with desire. In the light from his bedside lamp, I pulled Neil's nylon t-shirt over his head and did the same to mine. Lying over him I played with his hard nipples and sucked them one at a time. I let Neil do the same to me, then he got into my armpits and started sniffing the small amount of hair there and licking my sweaty pits. By now both of our cocks were straining to get out. We stood up and Neil let his trackies slip down. I was still in my muddy football shorts, but Neil seemed to like that. He kneeled on his floor and I sat back onto the bed, lying back and wriggling myself as he tugged my shorts and sweaty boxers off. He took me in his mouth and I could fell his tongue swirling over my helmet and licking my japs-eye. He was breathing heavily and moaning. I was desperate to get my hands on his cock and his cute little backside. I pulled him up and we kissed again. Still sitting on the bed, I pulled his cock towards my mouth. I rubbed my nose in his ginger pubes as I took his long slender cock into my eager mouth. Pre-cum was already oozing from the end of his shaft. I loved the taste of him, and he was long enough for his bell-end to nudge the back of my throat and occasionally make me pull back for fear of that making me sick; but I wanted him to shoot into my mouth. He hadn't cum yet today, and I was desperate for him to fill me with his cream. As I sucked him I caressed his cute bum and, spreading his cheeks, I rubbed my finger over his warm arsehole.
'Lean over the bed while I kneel on the floor behind you.' I told him. 'I want to taste your arse!' I whispered.
Kneeling behind him I spread his cheeks again. Totally hairless I kneaded them with my hands, enjoying their warm soft texture. He had a bit of ginger hair down his arse-crack, and I could sense some of it on my nose as my tongue tasted his chocolate starfish for the first time. Licking away I eased my tongue up his hole as far as it would go. I could taste deposits of his shit in his tunnel. My cock got harder and harder and I thought I'd blow my load there and then. As I pulled my head away I made sure to leave plenty of dribble on his hole. I then juiced up my finger by putting it into my mouth. 'This won't hurt. Just relax!' I spoke quietly to Neil. I slide my middle finger up his shit chute, slowly at first, then getting faster. I loved the warm feeling inside his tight arse. I pulled my finger out, sucked on it hard, dribbled on it, then slide it in again.
'I wanna fuck your arse now!' I said, getting to my feet. Neil sighed: 'I enjoyed that, but be gentle with me because I don't want you to hurt me.' 'Just relax.' I replied again. 'Get back onto the bed and get on all fours.'
I kneeled behind him now and spat onto my hands a few times, rubbing them over my meat. Manoeuvring behind Neil I slowly pushed forward into him. He had buried his head in his pillow and I heard muffled moaning: 'That hurts! That fucking hurts, man!' I started to build up a rhythm, slowly getting faster, pushing as deep inside him as I could go. I knew I wasn't far from cumming and I wanted it to last as long as possible. When I thought I was going to blow I pressed on the skin between my arse and the bottom of my penis and stopped pumping. I pulled back from orgasm then slowly started again. I could feel my cock ready to explode getting more aroused all the time. Neil's tight, cute, milky 16 year old arse was so tight on my rigid prick, and I'd held my orgasm back three times by now, but I knew that this time I was going to lose my load. Pinching one of my own nipples with one hand, and caressing the back of Neil's hair with the other, I arched my back as I shot my load up his tight rectum. 'I've cum mate! I've cum!' was all I could say, trying to keep the noise down so that his mum wouldn't hear us. Neil rolled slowly onto his back, and although he was clearly still in pain, he was now wanking his cock to bring himself off. I got down between his legs, calling out: 'Tell me when you're gonna cum.' When he gave the signal, I clamped my lips over his helmet and sucked hard on his prick as jet after jet of his hot creamy cum spurted into my mouth. Swallowing the lot I moved back from Neil and lay on the corner of his bed, tired but feeling blissfully relaxed as I savoured the delicious taste of his cream.Neil never played in our team again. I saw him around college sometimes, and we'd often talk about football. I still see him hanging around the edge of the football field at lunchtime, looking at us lads playing the game.