I live on a rough council estate. If you live in the UK, then I’m sure you'll know the sort of place I mean. There are a group of tower blocks which were considered to be luxury living when the council built them in the ‘60s.
Since then, just about no money has been spent on them so they’ve fallen into a state of shabby disrepair. The only people who are prepared to live in them are people on benefits – single mothers, druggies, long-term unemployed – in short, anyone who will live anywhere just to have a roof over their heads.
There are many young men on the estate – lads in their teens and twenties. They’re all poorly educated (most can only just read & write) and stand little chance of getting a job in today’s competitive job market. Consequently, they spend most of their time hanging around in gangs on the estate and the local shopping precinct smoking weed, drinking, and generally being an anti-social nuisance.
They all wear the ‘uniform’ of a football shirt, tracksuit bottoms (trackies), trainers and a peaked cap, supplemented by a hooded top (hoodie) either in the colder weather or when they are up to mischief when they don’t want their faces to be identified on CCTV. The press has given such youths a defining name – scallies or chavs. They form a large part of the ‘underclass’ – that section of modern Britain that has little hope of ever getting a job and is destined to spend its whole life living on state benefits.
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As a gay man, I am interested in whether the image of scallies as being 100% heterosexual is the correct one. I have made friends with one of the main gangs of young men who roam around the estate. It took a while to gain their trust (new arrivals are treated with a great deal of suspicion until it becomes clear that they are not police informers) but I am now accepted as someone who is trustworthy and given respect.
Using my ‘gaydar’, I managed to discover which one of the scally gang was gay. His name is Robbie. He’s 18 and has lived on the estate all of his life. His mates are unaware of his sexual orientation (or, if they do suspect, they do not give him any bother about it).
I have persuaded Robbie to let me tape record his recollections of gay sexual experiences on the estate. This book is the result of those recordings.Robbie loves talking about sex and holds nothing back. The result is a series of 12 incredibly horny & erotic sexual experiences that you will find to be highly arousing.
This book contains explicit sexual content that should only be read by people over the age of 18 and/or who are not offended by such material
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