The Scally Boys

INTRODUCTION

I have always had a fixation with what here in the UK we call "Scally boys" or "Chavs". There is a lot of debate over where the words originated but suffice to say they have become synonymous with the youth of Britain of today. They can be identified as youngsters that wear designer sports wear as their every day cloths, namely track suits, Brand name trainers, baseball or burberry caps and/or hoodies. They tend to be (though not all) a little on the dim side and walk with a cocky attitude.

They tend to speak with words that don't make sense but when strung together you get the general picture. For example they don't sound the 'th' in a word and replace them with a 'd' 'f' or 'v'.

There = der

Thing = fing

Together = togeva

They also never sound their g's so going becomes goin'.

I have tried to recreate the general feel of how they talk, I hope you are able to follow the story. I had a lot of fun writing this and hope you all enjoy it.

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CHAPTER 01 -- Jake gets invited to join the gang

Me an' me bro used to 'ang out togeva loads like, until he joined the local friggin' gang, now I don't see nuffin of 'im no more.

We use'ta do loadsa stuff togeva, ya know like sk8 boardin', hangin' at da yoof club, pickin' up birds n stuff. He met a mate from school down da disco an' asked him if he fancied joinin' his gang called da Scally boys. Dey're well minted man, dey got loadsa bling n stuff, everyone finks it's drug money but me bruvva says it ain't. Dey're base is in dis geezers flat on da estate, loadsa lads go in der, I still fink dey're gettin' weed or summat like. Dey got loadsa respect round 'ere an' I is well frigged off I ain't bin asked ta join. Me bruvva sez I ain't old enuf.

"But I'se 18 next week," I complain.

"Ya, well when next week comes I'll fink about askin' 'em" he sez.

"Ya, wot eva!" I sez flickin' 'im da finga.

Me n me bruvva live wiv me mam in a three bed semi on da estate, him da lucky bastard got da bedroom wiv a double bed an' his own bafroom, I have to share da uver one wiv me mam, she is well messy, friggin makeup n hair stuff all over da place. Me mam's an alchy too, ain't neva seen her wivout a bottle in er hand, at night sumtimes she come's home pissed wiv some fella an' her room is next to mine so I hear 'em shaggin', it well fucks me off.

Da uver day I heard Carl, me bruvva, come home from bein' wiv da gang an' go to his room. I woz on me PS2 an' playin' burnout, I got bored wiv it and fancied goin' to run a few halfpipes. I picked up me sk8board n went ta ask Carl if he wanted ta come, I knocked his door but he didn't reply.

"Carl, I'se gonna get some air on me board, u comin'?" I yelled but he neva answered so I opened his door an' cud hear him in da shower. There on his bed were a spankin' new PS3!

"Woah!" I wen' up to his bed an' had a gander, it woz still in da box an' he had some games too, Fifa2011 n Crysis 2. I turned to his bafroom to ask him were he got da gear an' I got a shock, I could see him tossin' himself off in da shower. I ain't neva seen me bruv naked before an' I ain't neva seen his todga since we were babbies. His knob was rock hard an he was well tuggin' it.

Carl an' I are skinny fuckers but he's a bit taller den me, I notice he got no bush on his tackle, does the fucker shave if off? I smile cuz my knob is bigger than his, his looks about 6 inches, I got an 7 incher. Den he moaned loudly an' jizzed up da wall! Der were loads. I ain't neva seen no fucker jizz before an' I realise I got a boner in me trackies, dey is well tenting out. I can't believe I got a stiffy watchin' me brovva toss imself off. I ran back to me room, shut da door, dropped me trackies an' kecks an' lay on me bed tuggin' me own todga.

I normally toss off finkin' about pussies an' titties an' stuff, but now I is finkin' about me bruvva's knob an' seein' him jizz, I can't believe 'ow turned on I am an' I close my eyes an' picture his cum spurtin'. My nads are now well tight an' I is gonna blow me load, I pulls me t-shirt up so's not to get me junk on it, me knob gets a bit bigger an' I spunk up.

"Fuck Jake (dat's me) ya got a big knob!" I open me eyes n see Carl watchin' me at the door wiv a towel round his waist.

"Arrrgh! Fuck! Carl, you perv!" I shout as I still spunking.

"Wow! I ain't neva seen you spunk before," he sez. I didna wanna tell him I just watched him jizz in da shower an' I were finkin' of him as I wanked.

I stopped spunkin' now an' saw he were still havin' a gander a me knob, "Fuck off Carl! Stop pervin' at me!" I shout.

"Soz bro, ya left yer board in me room," he sez an' tossed me board on da floor, Fuck! I'd forgot that! As he turned to go I seez his towel is tentin', fuck did he pop a boner watchin' me jizz? I pulls me trackies an' kecks back up an' sit on me bed, I felt all embarrassed like wiv me bruvva seein' me spunk. In fact no one has eva seen me spunk before, I had a bird but she neva let me do anyfink, proper frigid she were, fuckin' bitch, na I is still a virgin.

I put's on me PS2 an' plays a bit more burnout wen I hear him leave, I toss me controller at da box, fucked off cuz e neva has time for me. I remember da PS3 an' sneak back in his room, the PS3 is gone an' the games, I 'ope he lets me has a waz wiv it. I goez in is bafroom and looks where he spunked, its clean, he washed it. I notice his t-shirt on da floor, it's wet an I pick it up, its rank an' stinks of piss so I drops it quick. Why would Carl piss on his t-shirt?

I grabs me board, puts me hoodie on an' fucks off out to hit some rails. I go the flat's were me bruvvas gang is an' skate in da playground outside them, hopin' to see wot dey get up to. Den I seez Carl come out da flat wiv a fella and a lad, der arms over each uvers shoulders, Carl used to do dat wiv me.

"Jake wot da fuck you doin' here?" he asks.

"I were just passin'" I fib.

"Is dis yer bruvva Carl?" da fella asks, he's well fit, wearin' a wifebeater that shows his muscles. Round his neck is some well nice bling, a real fick gold chain. He's handsome too, big blue eyes and a well nice smile.

"Ya," Carl sez.

"Ow do, I'm Sean," he sez.

"Ow do Sean." I is tryin' to make a good impression but me voice squeaks, fuck it!

"Ow do Jake, I'm Wayne," da lad sez. He looks like my age, maybe a bit older an he's well skinny too. He's wearin' a baseball cap sideways an' trackie top an' bottoms, his trackie top is open an' he's got nufin on underneaf, I can see his bare chest an' stomach showin' his outie bellybutton. His trackie bottoms are well low too, I is sure I can see a bit of his bush. He looks a bit of a minger as his teef are a lil' crooked an' his nose is big an' a bit bent.

Sean is in the middle wiv Carl an' Wayne eiver side, der arms over Sean's shoulders, I can't see Sean's arm dey must be behind der backs.

"So Jake, u got a bird?" Sean asks.

"Nah," I am tryin' not to look at Wayne's bush, I can imagine his knob underneaf, then his trackie bottoms seem to move on der own, well weird.

"Really? A fit fucker like u shud ave loadsa fanny," he sez, did he call me fit? I'm well likin' this geezer.

"Nah, dey well too much hard work init" I suddenly seez dat Wayne's trackie bottoms is tentin', fuck! Dis lad is poppin' a boner in da open! An' it's big! It's halfway to his knee!

"So ow many birds u had den Jake?" Sean asks.

I is struggling not to look at Wayne's bulge, it still gettin' bigger! Fuck now I is getting a boner, I pull me board in front of me trackies, "Er, er, a couple," I sez.

"Only a couple?" Why-ze asking me all dis?

Me face feels hot, fuck I finks I'm blushing, I need to go, "Er, I better go, memorable home soon," not that I give a fuck about her. I turn round and run home.

"I'll be home late," Carl yells at me.

"Ovate!" I shout back.

I got a boner all the way home, fuck what's wiv me? Why'd I get a boner looking at Wayne's tent? I get in me room and drops me trackies and kecks again, lays on me bed and wanks me boner. I keep seein' Carl Tizz in me head an me boner gets harder. Suddenly I blast me junk in me face, Fuck! I ain't neva done dat before! That was awesome! I licks me lip's, I never tasted me junk before, mmm, it's not bad. I wipes me face wiv me me t-shirt and strips naked.

I'se knackered now so I get's in me bed an I dream of Wayne's skinny body an' his big knob an' Carl jinn' over me face. It's a well horny dream.

I wakes up an' seez Carl sitting' on me bed.

"Ay ya little teat, ya awake?"

"I am now,ya dick, wotja wake me for?"

"Me mate's like ya, thinks ya'd like bein' in da gang, init. Wanna know if ya wanna join on ya birfday."

"Wha? Fuck! Really!" I sits up, me quilt just covers me knob.

"Yeah, but der's summut you shud know," he sez sounding serious.

"You 'ave to go thru initiation before ya can join, if ya don't pass, ya don't come in."

"Wot will I haveta do?"

"Can't tell ya, ya only find out then."

"Why not?"

"Cuz we can't risk uvers finding out wot we do."

I'se well curious now, I has so gotta find out what dey do.

"Listen little bro, ya can't tell anyone, an' ya have to agree t'do everyfing dey tell ya."

"Everyfing?"

"Yeah, if ya refuse just one ya ain't in."

"Ok, I wan in."

"U sure?"

I nods me head.

"Alwight, we meet Sean tomorrow an' he'll explain da rules."

Carl stands to leave then I's remember da PS3.

"Carl, where d'ya get da PS3? "

"Fuck ya saw it?"

"Yeah. Did ya nick it?"

"Nah, it's dosh from me gang init."

"So when I join I can gets me a PS3 too?"

"Ya could, but ya won't want to."

"Why?"

Carl smiles a big fuck off grin, "Cuz dat's yer birfday prezzie."

"WHAT!" I is so made up I jumps out me bed, forgets I'se naked an' hugs me big bruvva. "Oh Fanks Carl, yer da best bruv eva! Dat is so wicked!" Carl put's is hands on me bum but I'se too happy to notice, "When can I have it?"

"On yer birfday."

"Aw fuck Carl dat's days away."

"Soz bro, on yer birfday."

"Aw fuck! I can't wait, it's gonna be so mint!" I sez as I get's back in me bed.

"Jake, since when did ya stop wearing jimmies?" he asks.

"A while back,"

"Nice init?"

I nods, yeah it's well nice feelin' bein' naked in bed. Carl leaves.

I can't friggin' sleep now finkin' about me PS3.

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Da next day me n Carl go to da park an' sit on da swings waitin' for Sean. He turns up in a footy outfit, he looks well fit as a soccer player.

"Nice kit," Carl sez.

"Ta, it's for today's shoot," Sean replies.

"Thought so," Carl sez.

I'se well confused, shoot? Dey filming a football match?

"Ow do Jake, You ready to hear da rules?" Sean asks.

"Yeah well up for it!"

"Ok, dis is ow it works.

Rule 1, You will have a ten part test, you will only know wot da tests are on ya birfday. If ya fail a test you will be given a punishment of mine or Carls choosing. You will get 3 attempts to pass a test, if ya fail on da 3rd you don't get in.

Rule 2, You will obey every order given to ya on yer birfday, dat means from when ya wake up for da hole day, failure to obey will mean punishment or even a ban from da gang.

Rule 3 We will shake shortly to seal it, from dat moment on ya don't say owt to anyone about da initiation, about what we do and how we mek our dosh.

Rule 4 Once in da gang you will get a share of the dosh we mek as long as you partake in da activities we do.

The moment we shake on dis der is no turning back, no changin' yer mind. D'ya agree?"

I fink about it, I wonder wot dey could do dat would be so bad. da sharing da dosh bit sound well gud to me.

"Carl did ya do da test?"

"Yup."

"Are dey hard?"

"Not if ya put ya mind to it, da punishments can be worse."

If me bruvva can do it den so can I.

"I agree," I sez.

"Ok lets shake, an' remember no going back."

I shakes is hand.

"See ya on ya birfday," he sez smirkin' as he runs off.