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SCALLY
LADS
By Nigel Dean |
It
took me at first a little while to notice that something was
different, perhaps I was slow on the uptake but when Daz got
himself a new car I couldn’t understand where he had got the
money from. True enough it wasn’t new but nonetheless it was
well smart and far outside my budget. He had told me that he got
it cheap because he paid cash but how much cash ? Loads !
Perhaps some doting relative had given him the money or maybe
some other windfall had waved the finger of fortune over him.
Well, good luck to him.
Darren – Daz as he was more commonly known, and I worked in
the same branch of a well known department store chain. Both of
were on a junior management training scheme and were assigned to
the same department. We also shared the same wage structure. So
how was it while I got my clothes from the store using my staff
discount card Daz was able to wear designer labels ?
“Tell me your secret,” I said to him one day. “How come
you’ve always got so much more cash than me ?”
He smiled. “Easy, I’ve a part-time job. I work two evenings
a week.”
“Must pay well.”
“It does, I make just about double that I get working here.”
“Bloody hell ! Why not give up the day job ?”
“Dunnow if I’m going to stick it, it’s not secure like.”
“Well if you leave let me know, I’ll take your place.” |
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What
did he do ? The part-time evening jobs I knew of were either
working in bars or delivering pizzas. Neither paid much. So Daz
was making about five hundred quid for a couple of evenings work
! I wouldn’t mind some of that. I asked him about it, at first
he was coy but as I persisted he kind of put up a wall to block
out the conversation. He obviously wanted to be secretive about
it, perhaps he worked for MI5 or may be he was a pimp ! Nah both
pimps and spies have to work full time and the day job in a
department store did not exactly fit.
It was about six weeks later, six weeks after I began to notice
my friend’s wealth, that he brought up the subject after so
many weeks of silence.
“You know that part-time job of mine,” Daz said.
“They’re looking for some new guys.”
“Really ?”
“Think you may be interested ?”
“For five hundred quid a week ? You bet !”
“It’s two fifty a night, I work two nights.”
“Who with ?” |
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“It’s
called Scally Lads.”
“Never heard of it. What is it a club or bar or something ?”
“Not exactly.”
“So what is it then ?”
Daz hesitated then grinned.
“So ?”
“It’s a website.”
“Yeah ?”
“People log in and watch you on cam.”
“And you get two fifty a night for that ?”
“Sure do.”
He hesitated again and grinned once more. Finally he said,
“You have to be bollock naked though. But it’s easy, you
fool about for a couple of hours then finish up with a wank.”
“Yeah ! Yeah ! Reckon you do !” Daz was always joking,
what was it he really did /
“You got a broadband connection at home ?”
“Yeah my Dad had it put in a while back.” |
“The
guys who run Scally Lads will fix you up with a web cam and you
work from home. I go on-line about ten and log off round one in
the morning. Have everything set up in my bedroom and depending
how many are on-line depends how much I earn but I’ve never
made less than two fifty for a session.”
Perhaps he wasn't joking. “Let me get this right.
You sit in front of a webcam – in your bedroom at home –
jerk yourself off and girls all over the world watch you ?”
“That’s about
it, save it aint girls that do the watching !”
“BLOKES ! That’s gay !”
“For two hundred and fifty quid a night who cares ?”
“Fuck that I do !”
End of conversation !
But then I thought of the sports car my friend had, of the
Armani shirts he was always wearing and the cash he was never
short of. How many other guys our age had that ? I could have it
as well.
No, no way ! Not even for all that. I told him I wasn’t
interested.
“OK.” He just shrugged his shoulders.
But that night I dreamed about Scaly Lads, I dreamed about web
cams and I dreamed about a whole lot more. To be honest it was a
wet dream and I hadn’t had one of those since I was a kid.
In the morning I decided I might, just might, give it a second
thought. I quizzed Daz. “You do this at home ? In your
bedroom?” |
He nodded.
“What about your parents ? Do they know ?”
“Don’t be silly !”
“But what if they caught you ?”
“How they going to do that ? I mean do your
parents come into your bedroom to kiss you goodnight ?”
“Good point. Of course not.”
“Isn’t it illegal ?” I then asked.
“Course not, you’re over eighteen !”
True.
“And you make five hundred a week from it ?”
“Actually I have been doing it for six months now and I’ve
made a little over fifteen grand !”
“Fuck me !”
Daz laughed. “Careful what you say !” |
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Being
a little naive I wasn’t over sure what he meant.
“And remember it’s tax free. No stoppages !”
“How do you join ?” I was interested but was a long way
short of knowing if I had the bottle to go through with it or
not.
“Come round to my place tonight, my parents are away, stay
over and we’ll do a double. The guys at Scally Lads pay more
for a double and you always get a whole lot more punters so
there’s tons of dosh. What ever we make tonight I’ll split
fifty-fifty with you.”
That was generous but I calmly said, “OK I’ll think about
it.” I think I said it calmly but in truth I was pounding with
excitement. |
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And
think about it – I did little else all day. Customers drifted
past me in a fog, I saw them but I could not see them. I
attended to their purchases but I did not regard them with
anything like my normal standard of service. Daz on the other
hand was at the forefront of my mind. He was also all too often
at the forefront of my vision. I found it difficult not to keep
looking in his direction. I studied his shoulders tight against
his crisp white shirt and wondered how toned his body was. His
tight bum passed me so many times I was clearly able to
visualise it minus those charcoal grey trousers and what ever
form of underwear lay beneath. As for a front view, I sneaked a
glance when ever I could in order to try and detect any sign of
a bulge. Shit if anyone was looking at me they certainly would
have seen my bulge !
I don’t think I had ever before felt quite so horny. And just
what was I feeling horny about ? Stripping naked and having a
wank with a mate ? Nah, not only that but doing it in front of a
camera with the world wide web watching ! And the money –
perhaps that was the greatest cause of the ever present heavy
feeling inside my pants.
Over lunch in the staff canteen I told my friend that I had
decided I would give it a try. I tried to sound as cool and
casual as I could but my heart was pounding like a war-drum.
Daz was clearly delighted with my decision and gave me a few
words of encouragement. “You’ll love it and you’ll love
the money !”
I nodded. I would.
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“Come round for about nine and we’ll go on-line by ten.”
“OK.”
“You won’t bottle this will you ?”
“No way !”
I didn’t bottle it and I was round Daz’s house at the
appointed time. I’d spun my parents some tale to excuse my
staying out all night and, of course, Daz’s folks were
away.Inside his bedroom the computer was ready. I’ve got a
computer myself, I expect you have but I also bet it is nothing
like the one Daz had. The monitor was more like a wide-screen
television and the webcam resembled a digital camcorder. It sat
on its own tripod at the end of the room focused towards the
bed. The computer sat on a small desk away to the right and was
clearly visible from all positions.
“Wow what a set up !”
“Like it ?”
“You bet !”
Daz fiddled about and the screen lit up with a view from the
camera.
“Are we on ?”
“No, not yet,” Daz explained. “Just testing and setting
up.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at myself on the
monitor. Bloody hell I reckon I looked every bit as horny as I
felt. There were two sets of numbers at the bottom of the
screen, all reading zero. Daz explained that the first showed
how many guys were watching at that moment and the second the
total who had logged on during the whole session.
“This may be a silly question,” I said, “but what exactly
are we going to do ?”
“In simple terms ?”
I nodded.
“We are going to take our clothes off, slowly like – keep
everything going for as long as possible. The fool about –
again for as long as possible, need to get loads and loads of
guys watching us. Finally we wank. Usually once you have cum
guys tend to log off. That’s about it.”
“OK.”
“There’s a microphone so we can talk to those watching us if
we like and any of them with a mike can speak to us. Not many
bother to say much though.”
I had not thought about an audio link and I wasn’t too certain
about it. Funny, I had psyched myself up to let the whole world
see me naked but I needed to do it all again for them to hear my
voice.
“You ready ?”
Did I have any choice ? Did I want a choice ?
Daz rattled some keys then came and sat next to me on the edge
of the bed.
“What’s happening ?” I whispered.
“Nothing yet.”
“Oh,” I croaked.
“As soon as you see the numbers change from zero somebody will
be watching us and we’ll start. Just follow my lead and
you’ll be fine. Just remember they can hear you as well so be
careful what you say.”
My mouth was becoming so dry I wondered if I would be able to
talk at all even if I wanted to. But another area of my body was
far from dry, I was oozing precum by the gallon. Daz had said to
make things last, I wondered how long I would be able to hold
out.
He gave me a gentle nudge as the counter on the screen flipped
from zero to one. No sooner had it done that then it went first
to two and then three.
“Hi guys,” Daz spoke.
“Who’s your friend ?” a voice said from the speakers on
either side of the giant screen.
“Meet my best mate Nigel,” Darren said. “Say Hi Nigel.”
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I
tried to clear my throat and mumbled something.
“Is he hot ?” This was as different voice.
“Sure is. Want me to show you ?”
“Yes please !” Three voices said in unison.
Daz moved to kneel behind me. The bed creaked under our weight.
I was wearing a short sleeve sports shirt, open at the neck with
three buttons leading down six or more inches into my chest.
Darren slid a hand down that neck opening and gently caressed my
chest. His warm touch sent sensuous rivers of pleasure
throughout my body.
The pleasure I was experiencing must have been reflected in
those watching for the counter showed there were now five
on-line.
Daz whispered in my ear. “OK, let’s give them something for
their money.”
Removing that first hand he placed two in such a way as to lift
my shirt up and over my head. A tingling sensation vibrated up
and down my spine. Daz soon had his own shirt off and ripped
away his trousers to sit next to me in an amazingly tight
g-string.
I wasn’t wearing anything , anywhere near so seductive. I mean
I didn’t own anything like that. Mine were simple white
briefs, Marks and Spencer St Michael’s variety, something an
aunt had given me for Christmas and a poor second to an Armani
g-string. But time, I thought, to let my audience have a view of
them.
I remembered what Daz had said just moments earlier about taking
our time. I stood up and slowly peeled away my trousers.
Behind me Daz commented, “He’s good isn’t he ?”
“Very,” came a voice from the computer.
I smiled and looked down on the large tenting bulge at the front
of my briefs. A quick glance at the computer confirmed the eyes
of camera was picking this up very nicely.
As I watched the counter ran furiously upwards one by one to
show no fewer than fifteen guys were watching us. And not one
had logged off since we started to perform.
I shot an eye at Daz and winked. He stood up and began adopting
a series of poses before the camera. He turned round to show
everyone his tight buttocks bisected by the line of the
g-string.
My turn next. I was happy to oblige. As I turned to give our
audience, now grown to twenty, a rear view I pulled down the
back of my underpants and gave a quick flash of my own hind
quarters.
“Fucking beautiful,” a voice from the computer said. “Can
we see some more ?”
I
was overtaken by everything, turned round and dropped those
white pants all the way to the floor. I stood there for a
moment, my cock twitching in front of me, before stepping out of
them. How fucking horny I felt and making money at the same time
! The counter was zipping ever upwards and I guessed I
soon would be able to afford my own Armani g-string.
“Told you guys he’s hot !” Daz said.
“Yeah,” I said with a newfound sense of boldness. “And
it’s too hot in here for either of us to be wearing anything
so get that g-string off !”
With that I took hold of that flimsy article then pulled it
forward and down in order that I could free a rock solid seven
inches trapped within it.
“That’s better, isn’t it ? I said.
There were shouts of agreement.
So there we were naked and being watched by so many guys my head
was going dizzy trying to calculate what we were earning. I had
lost count of the time we had been on-line and wanted to ask my
friend for his own computations but could not speak of such
matters in front of our clients.
What would I do with the cash ? Surely I was in for at least a
hundred pounds. No, more than that – Darren had said he never
made less than two fifty so what ever half was going to be more
than a hundred. This was so easy, a license to print money and I
fully intended to print it by the sack full. Before I was
finished we would need Securicor to take it all away.
Back to matters in hand, in hand – excuse the pun please. I
took hold of my cock and gave it a couple of long, slow and firm
pumps. The response from those watching brought a host of
encouraging cheers.
I wanted to cum, I needed to cum but so long as these punters
were prepared to log on to a premium rate telephone line in
order to watch us I would wait.
Daz
placed his left hand on my shoulder and stood quite close to me,
with his right he was slowly pumping his own cock.
I guess we could have stood there side by side and wanked forth
a superb jizz but I was in a frenzy. I hadn’t done anything
with a guy ever before and must have been on some kind of
supernatural auto pilot. There wasn’t anything that could stop
me. And all the time the money was rolling in !
I turned slightly, knelt down and took hold of Daz’s beautiful
cock. I pointed it towards my mouth then kissed it gently with
the very tip of my tongue. I felt the air about him quiver with
an overload of testosterone. He was damp with precum and I
tasted the fruit of his manhood. I had no choice, I just had to
suck him. And suck him I did.
As I took his cock into my mouth there were the wildest possible
cheers from the computer and a voice above them all shouted:
“GO FOR IT KID !”
And so go for it I did. With more force than an engine on the
world’s most powerful jet fighter I sucked. An aura of
unbridled pleasure emanated from my friend. I think this some
how permeated cyber space and reached out to those who all over
the world were watching us. Sounds crying out from the speakers
clearly demonstrated that significant number of guys were
wanking as they watched. Who knows, perhaps they all were.
I knew instinctively that Daz was near to cumming, I took him to
the very edge then released him to squirt hot jizz directly
towards the camera.
“Bloody fantastic !’ a voice said.
“You’ve just made me cum with the best wank I’ve had for
ages,” said another. “Keep going and I’ll do it again.”
“Now fuck him,” said a third.
“Yeah fuck his brains out ! Go for it !”
OK, why not ? I’d do that all right ! Stay on line guys and
watch me.
But I had never done anything like this before, I wasn’t sure
what to do. But then I had never sucked a cock before and I had
obviously done a good job of that ! This was my very first
encounter with a guy, I had fucked a girl once but to be honest
I had made a bit of a mess of it and it wasn’t all that good.
But this would be good, it would be fan-fuckin-tastically good !
I pushed Daz sideways across the bed then lifted him into an
all-fours position.
Words
of encouragement all excited and wildly agitated were babbling
forth from the computer so fast I couldn’t tell who was saying
what. I glanced at the counter, seventy nine guys on line !
I knew nothing of foreplay or anything about such things as lube
to help open a way and so I just parted my friends buttocks with
my fingers and rammed in with my solid hard cock. I was rampant
with energy and focused it all into pushing in deep and hard.
Darren cried out in pain but I took no notice. I began a furious
motion guided only by blind instinct developed throughout
mankind over a million generations. Perspiration was pouring off
me and my heart was beating to pump adrenaline faster that that
of a marathon runner.
Cum was building inside me like a surge of flood battering
against the walls of a dam. And when those walls gave way a
flood the like of nothing since the time of Noah rushed out.
Daz collapsed with momentary exhaustion and I too fought to
regain my breathing. My brain spun. What ever had come over me ?
What had I done ? What ever it was I never, ever could
have believed it was possible. I wasn’t gay, or was I ? I just
wanted the money. But if that was being gay then it was, was –
OK. Yeah very OK !
Now recovered Daz turned and kissed me, kissed me deep with his
tongue reaching far down into my throat. Finally he left me and
switched the computer off line.
“What can I say ?” he smiled.
I just grinned back and started to put on my clothes.
“Want to see how much money we earned ?”
I nodded eagerly.
He rattled the keyboard again.
“Seven hundred and sixteen pounds, that’s three hundred and
fifty eight quid each.”
“Great !” I wondered if that was enough to buy an Armani
g-string.
“Fuck mate my arse is sore !” Daz complained. “Where did
you learn to do that ?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “It was my first time.”
“Well let me tell you, you were fucking brilliant and look at
the money we’ve made.”
“Yeah.”
“And plenty more where that came from. Fancy doing it again
later in the week.”
“No,” I said.
Daz looked surprised.
“No ?”
“No,” I repeated. “Not later in the week. Later tonight
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