Scally Delights Ch. 01: Dale Ma' Boy

I looked around once again scared as shit to be caught.

His identity was obscured by the cap, but mine wasn't.

That didn't seem to bother me too much though, the thrill of being in the open was a massive aphrodisiac, seeming to spur me on to greater and greater transgressions against this hot drunk kid.

Yes I admit it, for the first time I felt sexually attracted to another male.

Dale was hot, his babyface mixed with his delinquent scowl was a perfect remedy to erectile dysfunction, not that I was suffering of such thing.

I could see the boy being a hit with the ladies, and I was wondering how many bitches he bred with that massive fuck stick I was holding in my hand, though I had the feeling that the boy wasn't just into ladies, his 'trick' was a big give away.

At this point I hit a snag, however.

Whether because of the situation, or the alcohol, he wasn't getting hard, and I was starting to think that maybe that wasn't what he really wanted, "Want to stop now, Dale?", I needed reassurance that he was ok with it.

He nodded frantically, he was obviously embarrassed for not getting an erection "Keep going dickhead..." he said holding my wrist to make sure I didn't took my hand out of his pants.

I felt humiliated by him calling me dickhead, but not enough to walk away in protest.

My hand still wrapped tightly around his trunk, he was now guiding my hand with his own hand to make sure I would masturbate his dick.

But he was quite frantic in his efforts.

"Dale...Dale... just stop for a minute, Dale. STOP. STOP. STOP, or you'll pull my hand out with your dick still attached to it, ok? Just STOP for ten fucking seconds." I yelled.

With his hand still attached to the wrist, which was attached to the hand, which was attached to his dick, he stopped and looked at me. "Listen. Dale. Chill the fuck out...let me do it, will ya?" I offered.

That shut him down "You...have a nice prick, kiddo" I hesitated to finally admit it to him, but I felt much better once I did.

"Ya like me cock?" he said with a wicked grin on his face.

"Yeah...it's nice..." I reiterated.

As I spoke, I continued to run the pads of my fingers soothingly and methodically along the shaft of his organ, which I could tell was beginning to fill with blood.

He was loving it "Yeah...wank me cock Dave...feels good broh".

He sighed and rolled his eyes, looking off into the distance behind me, enjoying the feeling of my hands.

He tried to stifle the charming grin that cracked along the right side of his bleary-eyed boyish face. "Get on wiv it...make me cum bitch".

Though my cock twitched, I was getting uncomfortable with his language, I never had someone talking to me that way, let alone an uneducated little brat.

So I pulled away, which led to a puzzled look from my young quarry.

"Sorry can't do this...that's wrong" I whined.

"Fuck u doing?...put your hand back in me' pants...dickhead" he said with a menacing scowl.

I thought his usual scowl was unsettling, but this time his face was contorted in anger, I never seen him like that, he genuinely scared me.

Even though he was a young lad, he was 6 feet tall and he probably knew how to fight.

I felt like I was losing control of the situation.

"Look Dale..." I started saying but he immediately interrupted me.

"Shut the fuck up old man...or ya want me to tell 'me dad about that his friend he's a faggot?" he yelled.

He looked like he was sobering up, maybe it was the fresh air, or the blood flooding fast in his veins, but he seemed more in control now.

Whether it was his treat or the fact that he was just scary, I was left speechless.

I am sure he could see the fear in my eyes, he then continued "Now, keep wanking me" he ordered, looking me straight in the eyes.

I wasn't used to take orders, but it felt natural to follow his.

"Ok kiddo...but turn around, it's easier if I stand behind you, mate. So turn around...please" I said trying to sound as accommodating as possible.

This time it was his turn to do as I said.

Leaning against my car, and still dizzy, he turned around, shakily.

I physically took his left hand, planting it on the edge of the car, placing his right hand on the opposite side, and then reaching around and grabbing hold of his family jewels through his trackies, I pulled him back a few steps, till his ass mashed into my own erect groin, causing him to leap forward again like he'd been electrocuted.

"Calm the fuck down, Dale...you are making it difficult for me" I muttered.

We were behaving like two virgins, not really knowing what to do to satisfy the lust that was taking over our bodies.

"Fuck'n faggot..." he muttered under his breath, probably annoyed that my hard cock was pushing against his ass crack.

I didn't care, I had his prized jewels safely in my hands that was the only important thing at the moment, but I was tired of fighting with his clothes.

So I pulled him back again, by planting each of my hands on his hips, getting a sense of the delicious curvature of his ass. This time, he complied with my directions. With his hands out the way, and his upturned cap ensuring he couldn't see me, I was free to get on my knees and yank his trackies down to his ankles, revealing a pair of well-worn bright blue boxer briefs which were melded to his ass, and had `TOPMAN' in bold white lettering along the black waistband. After admiring his round ass and firm, lightly furred thighs for a couple of seconds, I pulled those down, too.

His ass flexed a few times in surprise at the cold as he muttered "No funny bizness dickhead" he reminded me.

I was getting used to him calling me names by now, "Relax man, trust me. I can't do anything with my trousers on, can I?"" I said, he grunted.

After returning to my feet, I moved closer and reached around, grasping his half hard dick. I stopped him from moving as I gently mashed my own hardon, covered in just my suit trousers (and underwear, of course), along the valley at the centre of his bare ass.

His hard cheeks flexing strongly to deny me access, but only serving to make the sensation feel even better, it felt really good.

My chin rested on his shoulder, and rubbed against the velvety softness of his hoody, breathing in the lynx deodorant mixed to his sweat and cigarette smoke that permeated his body.

Fuck I never thought that a smelly chav boy would could make me so hard.

The cold made his dick shrivel up somewhat; as we both stood there in the pale moonlight, leaning up against the side of my car, I whispered, "ok here we go...I hope you like it".

I was really nervous because I really wanted to please the boy.

So I started moving my hand along his semi erect dick.

After about five minutes of determined yanking and pulling, his cock started to firm up again.

Neither of us spoke, it was a cold night but I was sweating like a pig.

Was I doing it right, was he licking it?

I didn't dare to ask him, I didn't want to fail him.

I didn't know if he was enjoying it, but I certainly was. His cock felt so good in my hand. It was so hard yet his skin felt so silky in my hand.

After a couple more minutes, he was as hard as only an 18 year old can be, but I couldn't really draw back what was a very tight foreskin, so I just jacked him, staccato style, with short, quick yanks, focussing on the enclosed glans of his prick, trying to slowly peel it back.

"Man you are tight...how come?" I said.

It was strange that at his age and after presumably fucking dozen of bitches he had a tight foreskin problem.

"'Cauz I have a big cockhead...it's gunna come out...keep doing it" he said annoyed by my remark.

He had a point. I tried to better feel his glans with my fingers, and indeed it was thicker than the shaft.

His cock was truly a work of art.

I guessed him to be around 8 inches, thick as a Redbull can, and rock hard, like marble. I pushed forward with my groin slightly, moving him forward an inch or so, so the head of his cock, which was poking out the end of my hand, would frequently make contact with the slick, cold window of my car.

Wanting to explore more of the chav's body, I ran my other hand up under his hoodie, rubbing the firm stomach.

"What the fuck man?" he protested.

"Can I Dale? Please buddy" I begged him.

"Faggot..." he muttered, but he didn't move.

So I moved my hand up to his hairless, flat chest beneath his hoodie, running my nail over his nips as I nuzzled his neck, which he tolerated only because of what I was doing to his cock. After another five minutes or so, we were both humming along nicely, with his arse inadvertently rubbing against my crotch as it flexed and gently thrusting forwards, grunting manfully whenever his cock grazed the window before him.

As I was doing so I asked myself "Am I a faggot?".

I never had any desire toward guys before, yet suddenly I was drooling over this bad boy, I really wanted him, all of him.

Did I became a faggot or was I just curious?

But It wasn't important at the moment, what mattered was that I was loving this new experience.

I felt naughty, dirty and perverse, definitions that you would not normally associate with me, but I wanted to explore more of those attributes.

Yes I wasn't happy with just a wank, I wanted to explore all the options with Dale, he seemed like a filthy boy and up for anything.

And though I never imagined myself in such a way, so was I.

I stopped.

"What the fuck man?" he said

"Get in the car, we are going to a nice place" I said firmly.

"Can you just fucking finish?" he said.

I didn't reply and sat on the driver seat.

He just stood there, hands on the roof of the car, trackies round his ankles.

"Get in" I repeated looking at him through the window of the passenger seat.

I turned on the ignition, looking again through the passenger window at his horse dick completely sheathed head, all of which stood proudly and very stiffly from a gnarled bush of brown, auburn pubes, which led down and coated his balls in finer, but still clearly noticeable hairs.

It was like looking at a Picasso, my own cock twitched at that sight.

I calmly lowered the window, reached across, and grabbed him by the balls, yanking them down for effect as I shouted, "get in the fucking car. Now, pisshead."

He was probably used to this language with his uneducated mates, but it was unusual for me to lower myself at this level.

But I think that was the best way to communicate with him, even though he didn't budge, he seemed more reasonable.

"Oh cmon mate finish me wank" he whined.

He went to move back, but once he realised I had no intention of letting go of his nuts, he reacted by lunging at me and grabbing my head with both hands and pushing it against his crotch.

"Fuck you...suck 'me nuts dickead!" he said.

Unfortunately, he didn't have to tell me twice, I was eyeing those gorgeous hanging balls for several minutes now, drooling at the chance to taste them, but didn't have the balls to ask.

So I took the chance he gave me, Ijust opened my mouth and suckled on his unwashed adolescent nuts for a couple of minutes, tonguing the sacks and raking my teeth over the flesh, taking deep lungfuls of the boy's testosterone-laden scent, infused with the same deodorant adorning his upper body, whilst hoovering up the sharp tasting, acrid sweat that spiced his dank shaggy nuts with flavour.

My cock was exploding, I never felt so horny in my fucking life.

He stood there whilst enjoying a middle aged man sucking his teen sperm makers "Yeah suck'em, nasty old man..." he said.

I loved his sweaty ballsack in my mouth but I was too unconformable doing stuff in my car, and it was getting really cold.

I needed a proper place, so with all my strength I pulled away and said to him, "Dale, listen mate, we can't do it in here. Get in, let's go to a nice place".

"Nice place? Where?" he said bending over the window and showing his cute face.

"A nice place, warm and confy...with food and beer" I added.

"Ohh ok then" he said as he finally pulled his trackies up over his hardon, opened the door and got in.

"But ya' know I am gonna fuck ya' tonight...I am gonna fuck yo' ass sooo badly" he said slouching on the seat and resting his head on the window closing his eyes. He was still heavily under the influence of alcohol and tired.

What he said though made my cock twitch, my plan was to suck his cock, I had no intention of being penetrated in my rear end, but now that he mentioned it I was wondering, what if?

- TO BE CONTINUED...

- Planned Chapters:

CHAPTER 2 -- PARADISE OR HELL?

(Dale is a handful, did I bite off more than I can chew?)

CHAPTER 3 -- MEETING THE CREW

(Dale introduce me to his crew as I get a glimpse of his life in a Council Estate)

CHAPTER 3 -- SUGAR DADDY

(While I spoil Dale with a shopping spree, I get caught by my Area Manager, what is going to do?)

CHAPTER 4 -- MY WIFE LOVE MY CREW

(The crew fuck me and my wife. She gets pregnant and he is not mine.)

CHAPTER 5 -- CHAMPION LEAGUE FINAL

(Me and the crew are in Munich for the ECL final, the 4 of us have extra fun with the locals)

CHAPTER 6 -- THE FALLOUT

(My new life took a toll on my family. Things are changing big time, some for the better some for the worse. Was it all worth it, or just a big mistake?)