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SCALLY
SUMMER Scally 1 I stepped onto the tram and realised there were no seats free. I shrugged and leant against the partition by the door, staggering a little as the tram set off again. I glanced across to the other side of the door and froze, transfixed. Gazing out of the window was a gorgeous scally. His hair was blond and a little longer than usual for a scally, his face was scowling slightly and his eyes were narrowed in that way that many Mancunian lads have. He was wearing a blue shirt, very light-coloured trackies and tan Rockports. I looked him up and down, drinking in the view, my cock rising. His face turned and I looked away, not wanting to risk being caught looking at him. When I looked back, he was again staring out of the window, apparently oblivious to me staring at him. The tram pulled into the Old Trafford stop and the tram emptied. Of course, there was that concert at the Cricket Ground! Hardly anyone was left on the tram now, so I chose a seat near the back of the front section the last of the seats facing forward. Imagine my surprise when the lad I had been watching plonked himself down next to me the rest of the front carriage was practically empty. I looked at him and saw a faint smile before his face resumed its scowl and he started to stare out of the window opposite. I really didn’t know what to do next. Why had he sat next to me? Had he spotted me checking him out? Did he want something? Or was he going to turn nasty? All these questions flashed through my mind in a fraction of a second before they were abruptly answered. The lad’s hand moved onto my thigh. I glanced down to check I was not imagining this and was rewarded with the feel of his leg pushing up against mine as his hand stroked up to my cock and then rested there for a second. My cock sprang to life under my combat trousers and he began to play with my it. I looked up, but his face was still turned towards the window. Perhaps he had his own problems to sort out. Tentatively, I moved my hand onto his crotch and found his cock to be swollen and pushing out as if wanting to explode. His hand stopped exploring for a second and I feared I had gone too far, but after a brief pause he continued, as I squeezed. It suddenly occurred to me that scallies are often seen with their hand down their trousers, so I slid my hand under his trackies and began to squeeze his cock through his tight briefs. As I did so, he increased the rhythm with which he was manipulating my cock. It was amazing. I glanced briefly around the tram, but the few people on board seemed to be engrossed in their newspapers, or in looking out of the window. We both picked up the pace now, frantically wanking each other. He groaned quietly and I quickly put my spare hand over his mouth and then, after another glance round, I used my hand to guide his head round and I kissed him. As I did so, his cock spasmed under my hand, jerking and filling his briefs with warm cum. For the briefest of moments, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I came too, my back arching as my cock jetted out cum into my boxer shorts. We released each other quickly and removed our hands. Still nobody had paid any attention to us. The tram slowed and pulled into the next stop. Without a word, the lad stood up and walked off the tram, with me watching him intently, his perfect, round arse my last view of him. Scally 2 As I rummaged through the racks in TKMaxx, trying to decide if anything appealed to me, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, someone further up the aisle doing the same. I glanced across and saw a perfect-scally: cap; dark, almost-shaved hair; unsmiling, but handsome, face; stripy jumper; black trackies and black Rockports. I continued to look for a moment, as he worked his way nearer and then turned to the rack on the opposite side of the aisle, working my way casually along it until I had to pass him. The aisles are fairly narrow, so it was not difficult to engineer passing him by my arse and back brushing against his, covered with a mumbled “Excuse me.” I carried on down the aisle, my attention very little on the clothes now. At the end, I swung round into the next aisle on his side, working my way fairly quickly up until I was almost opposite him and was able to watch him. He glanced up as I approached, seemed to take no notice and then went back to looking at the clothes. I carried on half-heartedly moving the clothes on the racks as if looking through them, all the time keeping an eye on him, noticing his round arse framed beautifully in his black trackies. At the end of the aisle, I hesitated, not wanting to become too obvious in what I was doing, so I switched to the racks on the opposite side and began making my way back down, aware that the lad had joined me on the same aisle. My mind was wandering, trying to work out how to position myself again for a good view when he brushed past me, slowly and deliberately, his arse and his back pushing back against mine. I swear I heard a mumbled “Excuse me.” I glanced over my shoulder at him, but he appeared to be taking no notice. Had I misread the sign? I paused for a moment and then picked up speed down the aisle, repeating my manoeuvre to brush past him, arse to arse, back to back. Further down the aisle I stopped. No response. Sighing, I moved on to the next aisle and pretended to look at the trackies. I decided I might as well enjoy watching him for a bit longer, even if that would be it I was in no hurry to get away. As I watched, he pulled a shirt off the rack and moved down the aisle. While examining a pair of Adidas trackies, I lost sight of him for a moment. “You should try them on.” I almost jumped. Standing right next to me was the scally lad. He looked at me briefly and then headed off in the direction of the changing rooms. Well, I couldn’t have mistaken that message! Keeping a safe distance behind, I followed him to the changing rooms. After collecting my tag from the assistant for the number of clothes I was taking in, I made my way round to the men’s section. Where was he? “Comin’ in?” It was a low, quiet voice, but a quick survey led me to the cubicle in the far corner, where the lad was standing, door ajar, watching me. I strode towards him, checking all the while that no-one was watching, and slipped through the door, which he bolted. Immediately, he pulled me towards him and began, to my surprise, to kiss me. That I hadn’t expected from a scally. One of his hands snaked down to grope at my arse and I found myself following his actions. His cap slipped back on his head and then fell to the floor. After a moment more, he pulled back. He was rubbing his crotch. Without another word being spoken, I sank to my knees and licked at his cock through the shiny tracksuit material a few times, before lowering them and sucking a little on his cock through his white boxers. He moaned quietly as one hand tangled itself in my hair. I sucked a little more and then pulled his boxers down, releasing his huge cock which sprang upright in front of me. I teased him a little at first, licking and play-biting at his cock and low-hanging balls, before taking the cock into my mouth and begin to suck on it, whilst my tongue traced its shape and the angry veins standing out on it. I felt his grip on my hair tighten as I worked his cock over until the moment when he froze and then spurted out what seemed like gallons of cum into my mouth. I swallowed it all before moving off his cock and licking the end of it clean. I noticed with pleasure that a little shiver went through his body. He pulled up his boxers and trackies. “Fuck, I needed that.” “Turn round and I’ll give you something else to remember me by.” “Wha’?” “You’ll like this, I promise you.” He looked down at me, still on my knees and then appeared to come to a decision and turned round. “It’ll help if you lean a bit against the wall.” He did so without argument and then jumped as I kissed his arse through the material of the tracksuit. I did this a few more times before pulling them down again and repeating the process through his boxers. He shuddered and sighed. I pulled down his boxers and kissed his arse a few more times he had firm buttocks and I allowed myself to play my hands gently over them as well, eliciting a few more sighs. Then I went in for the kill. He jumped again as my tongue swept up his arse crack and then back down. I did this a few more times to get him used to it, before swirling my tongue round his pucker, teasing it and beginning to push more insistently. My tongue continued to explore there for some time and his sighs and moans were music to my ears who would have thought a scally lad would give me a chance to do this? I carried on until I felt him freeze again and his cock exploded for the second time. I picked his cap up, stood up and kissed the back of his neck before replacing his cap. Pulling up his boxers and trackies, he turned towards me and treated me to that rare sight on a scally face, a smile. “Cheers, mate.” And then he was gone. By the time I got out of the changing room there was no sign of him. Scally 3 I boarded the tram in the city centre, noticing how full it was again, and took up my usual position near the door. Shortly after, the tram pulled into St Peter’s Square and the door opened again, admitting a stream of people. Sometimes, just sometimes, a really crowded tram can be a blessing in disguise. And it certainly was this time. A tall scally lad had climbed in with the crowd and was standing directly in front of me, unable to grab anything to give him support as we pulled away. I glanced down and took in his white Adidias trainers and black Adidas trackies before looking up at the back of his neck (he was slightly taller than me). A light covering of brown hair extended down below his baseball cap. As I stared, he turned enough to look out of the window and I caught a glimpse of his hard face in profile. Hard, and yet very attractive. The tram pulled into the G-Mex stop and the jolt as we stopped made him fall back against me briefly. My cock rose in anticipation after feeling his arse briefly press against it. He turned and caught my eye briefly. “Soz, mate,” he mumbled. “It’s okay,” I mumbled back. The tram pulled away from the stop and knocked him back against me again. This time he said nothing, but he must have felt my half-erect cock. I breathed very lightly as I continued to enjoy what I could see of his face. At the next stop, he again knocked into me and my cock rose further. He half-looked at me and I found myself with a faint grin on my face. He didn’t seem bothered and my suspicions were confirmed when we pulled into Trafford Bar and he deliberately stayed leaning against me for a second more than strictly necessary, his arse moving a little against my now swollen cock. I couldn’t see his face enough to tell if he was smiling or what, but he was definitely enjoying this contact between us. The tram was still crowded and I was not at all surprised when we arrived at Old Trafford and he again ‘bumped’ into me. What did surprise me was that this time he didn’t move away, just leant against me it wouldn’t have been noticeable amongst the crowd on board. During the next long stretch of track, he leant against me, his arse rubbing slowly against my cock, which was aching to be released from my trousers. I dared put a hand against his upper thigh, feeling the smooth tracksuit material and the muscle beneath. I began to grit my teeth to avoid making any inappropriate noise. We finally pulled into my stop. “Excuse me,” I mumbled. He straightened up and my cock cried out for him to return. I stepped off the tram and, out of the corner of my eye, saw that my scally also got off there. I stood for a moment, looking at a notice-board, aware of him a short distance away, until the others who had got off had dispersed. Then I led the way under the bridge to a little hidden corner that few people know of, sure the lad was following. He stood in front of me and I could finally see his face. Not that I took that much notice of his attractive features, as I felt his hand roughly rub my cock and found it hard to concentrate. He stared for a second more before dropping to his knees and kissing my cock through my trousers. He swiftly undid my trousers and lowered them and my boxers. He took my cock straight into his mouth without another sound, as if he had done this before. He swiftly worked it over with his tongue, while sucking at it, and I found myself grabbing the back of his head and forcing him more onto it with thrusting movements. It took very little time for me to reach climax and I spurted cum into his mouth, which he swallowed before licking the head of my cock clean. He stood up and glanced at me before walking away. “Don’t you wa-?” There was no point me continuing he had already walked off. By the time I had put myself back together and headed back under the bridge, he was gone.
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