Scally Life
I was running later than usual and he caught my eye immediately as he sat there smoking a fag and tapping at his mobile. He was a good looking guy in his late teens or early twenties, lean and smooth and of course, dressed in the usual chav uniform of tracksuit and trainers that dropout kids like him all wear these days. He looked up from his phone, the fag still dangling from his lips and noticed me staring at him. I guess he must have realised I was checking him out because he gave me a nasty scowl before turning his attention back to his phone.
I blushed a bit of course but I couldn’t deny that I’d been checking him out. He was so different from me and it gave me kind of a thrill to wonder what his life was like and what he looked like under the cheap, nylon clothes. I imagined a smooth, hairless body with nice, defined abs, maybe a couple of cheap, vulgar tattoos and a firm cock and I felt myself begin to chub up. I adjusted my briefcase to hide the bulge in my suit and checked again carefully to see if he was still looking at me.
I needn’t have worried. He was back at his phone so I took the opportunity for another glance and that was when it happened. You know when you’re daydreaming about stuff without really thinking? Well I was doing that, imagining the things I’d do in his body if I was a sexy scally like him when I was suddenly knocked of my feet by what felt like hurricane.
For a few moments, it felt like I was drowning and flying all at the same time before suddenly, everything stopped and in the stillness, I found myself seated back at the bus stop staring a phone in my hands.
I looked around a bit disoriented and confused before joining the dots and realising that somehow I’d ended up inside the body of the kid I’d just been admiring. The feeling of being in his body was weird, different but kind of familiar at the same time and I had to take a deep breath to try and stay calm. Running my tongue over unfamiliar teeth, I tasted the strong aroma of cigarettes in my mouth and I recognised the intense craving for nicotine that I’d managed to kick years before when I’d given up the habit. It was a hell of a craving and I don’t think I could remember ever wanting a ciggie so badly.
There was something about the sensations of this new body that clicked in my mind in a way that made it feel surprisingly normal. I knew I should be freaking out but instead I felt a bit spaced, with a warm fuzzy feeling like the time I’d tried a joint when I was at uni. I could feel the silky fabric of his tracksuit bottoms on my legs and the soft tightness of his trainers around my feet. I pinched myself to check if I was dreaming but sure enough it was real. I’d really become him and thinking back to my fantasy, it kind of turned me on.
I looked over cautiously to where I’d been standing, expecting to see my old body but to my surprise, there was no one there. Turning to my left, I asked the woman sitting next to me if she’d seen a man in a suit where I’d been stood a moment ago. My voice sounded different, rougher and it came out with a strong London accent that I’d never had before and couldn’t seem to control or change. She looked at me disdainfully, like I was something nasty she’d stepped in and said she hadn’t seen anyone. I looked back at the spot where I’d been a moment ago and realised that I was finding it hard to concentrate on the moment before the change. It felt a bit like a dream where things quickly get harder to remember after you wake up.
By this point, I was starting to feel a bit panicky. I was stuck in the body of some kid I didn’t know anything about and my old body seemed to have vanished into thin air.
With trembling fingers, I pulled out a fag and fired it up which always helped calmed me down a bit. I decided to see if there were any clues to my new identity on my phone so I unlocked it and flicked through the contacts, stopping as a name stood out, ‘Jase’. Maybe I could go to his place while I worked out what to do next. Getting up from the seat I started to walk in the direction of his house and that was when it hit me — I’d accessed my phone and recognised a contact without even thinking about it. Shit! I didn’t just look like the him, I was starting to think like him.
In a kind of panic, I tried to remember my old name but it was like some kind of fuzzy mental block had gone up. Was it Rylan? I thought it might be but I wasn’t sure. As I walked, I noticed that people seemed to avoid me. I pulled up the hood on my top defiantly and found myself slipping into character as I adopted a cocky swagger. “Fuck ‘em”, I thought if they’ve got a problem, that’s their issue.
In a few minutes, I reached Jase’s house and not sure what else to do, I rang the bell. When Jase answered, I had strange, conflicting sensations of both recognition and unfamiliarity. He was a fit lad, probably about nineteen and he looked well horny in his grey Puma tracksuit and Airmax trainers. Under his top, I could tell he had a good upper body and I felt myself starting to get a lob on in my boxers as my eyes stayed for just a bit too long looking the outline of his cock which I could see through his trackies.
He welcomed me like we were old mates which I suppose we were now but I could tell he’d noticed me checking out his package ‘cos he raised an eyebrow and gave me a funny look. I mumbled an excuse about not feeling a bit rough and ran to the bathroom, not really caring how or why I knew the way.
Slamming the door behind me, I took in my reflection in the bathroom mirror for the first time. My new body was fit as fuck and I couldn’t help grinning at my reflection in the mirror as I unzipped my tracksuit top to reveal firm, tight abs that were even hotter than I’d fantasised.
By this point I’d popped a proper hard on in my trackies and I began to rub my cock thinking of Jase downstairs. I remembered, somehow, that his mum worked at Iceland on Tuesdays so I decided to take a chance. Peeling off my top completely, I marvelled at the full sleeve of tattoos on my right arm as I headed for Jase’s room. It was a mess as usual but I saw what I wanted straight away, a discarded Rangers footie top lying on the floor. I picked it up and pressed it to my nose, drawing in his smell as I carried on rubbing my cock. I was hard as a rock by now and horny as fuck so, I pulled the top on, enjoying the silky feeling of the nylon fabric as I slid it down onto my smooth, new bod.
I checked my reflection in the mirror, hardly able to believe what I saw. A hard looking, tattooed scally in a football shirt and trackies, clothes the old me would never have dared to wear and so different looking from the suited and booted loser I’d started the day as a few hours ago. I grinned cockily and adjusted a couple of strand of hair to get my look just right before heading back down, my cock still tenting the front of my trackies.
'Didn’t 'ave you down as a poof Ry!’ Jase said sarcastically as I strutted into the living room where Jase was playing Modern Warfare.
He looked up from the game and stuck his tongue in his cheek like he was sucking a cock. 'Is that my top you’re wearin’ ya perv?’ he said, clearly recognising the shirt.
'Yeah, looks alright though innit!’ I said as I rubbed my cock suggestively again.
Jase leant back on the sofa, and without even looking at me, pulled his tackle out from his trackies and began to stoke his meat.
'Come on then big stuff’ he said finally. 'You want it? Come and get it!’ He looked up at me and nodded in the direction of his crotch.
I was kind of on autopilot as I walked over to him, licking my lips before dropping to my knees and resting my hands on his thighs. I could smell his cheap deodorant and see the rise and fall of his chest under as I lowered my head and took his thick cock in my mouth.
He moaned loudly when I took the whole length of his pole in one go and he quickly put his hands on my head, guiding me as I bobbed up and down, swirling my tongue around the tip and, one at a time, taking his furry nuts in my mouth.
'Oh, fuck!’ he groaned as I flicked my tongue up and down his shaft with increasing speed. 'Where’d you learn to blow like that?’
I looked up at him with a grin, a thread of pre cum falling onto my chin as I pulled away from his cock. I thought for a moment, trying to remember where I’d learned to suck cock and couldn’t really come up with anything.
'I dunno mate’ I said. 'Guess I’m a natural!’
'Too fucking right you are!’ he said, putting his hands on my head and guiding my lips back onto his tool.
I got properly stuck in this time and had a raging lob on oozing precum into my trackies too. Fuck, I was so hard for Jase, I didn’t know why we hadn’t done this ages ago.
I looked up again and realised that he was filming me on his phone now while I blew him. Fuck, that turned me on even more and in no time I’d worked him up enough to milk a creamy load of scally cum out of him. I licked him clean and pulled myself up on the sofa next to him. He lit up a joint and passed over his phone where the video of me sucking him off was playing with the sound turned up full.
As I watched the video of myself blowing my best mate like a proper slut, I couldn’t help tugging one out. When I eventually blew my load, it went everywhere as usual but Jase just laughed and offered me a toke on the spliff. We passed it back a forth until it burnt out. In the buzz from the gear, I realised that this was what life was all about — two horny mates chillin’ with a joint and enjoying a bit of a fuck about.
As the buzz eased off and we played a bit of Halo, it wasn’t long before the sight of Jase got me popping a boner again. He must have been up for it too 'cos this time he took the lead and in a few minutes we were up in his room kneeling shirtless in just our trackies on his bed enjoying a rough snog.
As I wrapped my arms around his waist, I wondered what my first fuck with a bloke would be like. For a second, I had this weird feeling like a flashback or something where I was older and I’d fucked tons of guys but I suppose that just the weed screwing with me again. I soon forgot about it anyway when he pulled my cock out of my trackies and began to work on me with his hot, wet mouth. Seems like he’s a natural too!
