Gay soccer kit lads
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THE ESTATE
You’ve finally ended a crappy shift at the call centre and you’re on the bus home. You moved miles for a job you hate and the only place you can rent within your budget is a flat on Oak Hill, a rough council estate where you know you don’t fit in, and the locals perceive it too. The kind of place where you see chav lads in face masks all the time and it’s not because of Covid
Last night you saw some of the chavvy estate lads taunting the police when they got a phone to a noise complaint the next street over from your flat. One of them was on the bonnet of the cop car flipping the cops off. You know you own nothing in common with them, but these lads do observe really hot and the gear is definitely a turn on, not that you could obtain away with wearing it.
The bus pulls off the main route, into Oak Hill and past the small row of mostly vacant shops. As usual, outside the Oaktree pub some of the lads from last night’s ASBO session are hanging around in the car park. They are mostly on BMX and mountain bikes, but one lad is on a motorbike, of course wi
The Boys That Swoosh: Tracksuits, Gay Scallies And Lad Drag
The palette was inspired by Epping Forest, a neighbouring attraction to Dainty’s family home, and funnily enough one of the biggest cruising grounds in Europe. “It has surrounded me for a very long hour and I was oblivious to it until I was a lot older,” Dainty said backstage at the exhibit. It was here where the Cottweiler boys cleverly used “the lost art of cruising” as a reference indicate in encapsulating the consequence that technology has played at the suspense of human, face-to-face interaction. Nipples were apparent, while the rear of a alabaster pair of nylon tracksuit bottoms were slashed to reveal the cheek. Subtle, more tactical, visual codes could be missed at first glance. Singular gloves and handkerchiefs attached to belts served as hanky codes and flies of trousers were left unzipped. One nylon track jacket in clashing blues has a cap built into the hood, perfect for keeping the casual cruiser warm, and more importantly, on the down-low.
Gay men adopting sportswear as their daily uniform comes down to the fact that
Photos from a shoot for the Trackies website, “the place for guys who love trackies, trainers and scally gear.” All images by , courtesy of
Deep within the fist-stretched bowels of the gay fetish scene, Britain’s working class and its budget sportswear chic possess become objects of sexual fascination. Tracksuit bottoms tucked into white socks, sneakers, caps, hoodies, and clunky Argos gold are all eroticized by scally gear fetishists.
Sites such as and feature guys who look like your local skunk dealer, fucking and jizzing in each other’s sneakers. The gay porn production company Triga Films produces comically titled bluecollar porn videos with names like Dads ’n’ Lads: Council House and Job Seeker’s Allowance: Extra Benefits, while UK Scally Lads has a web shop selling the cum-stained sports gear used in each photoshoot. There are casual meeting sites, too. and are strewn with profile pictures that look like mug shots pulled from the vaults of Merseyside Police’s Anti-Social Behavior Taskforce. Shaven-headed guys scowl into the camera, accessorizing cans of lager with Staffor
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there you were, in the crowded stadium, watching your favourite football team playing and in the lead of the first half. during the halftime break you went on your phone as your boyfriend talks about how shit the other team is playing, you don’t pay much attention to him because someone else has your attention.
there he was, in all of his glory, your biggest celebrity crush— although you are a celebrity yourself you can’t help but fangirl over him. you were beautiful close to the field so you could spot him clear, he takes off his shirt to show off his flawless physique and you can’t help but drool. fans scream for his call behind you but it was just completely muffled in your head because all you could deliberate of is how excellent he could fuck you. bellingham was walking your way to talk to fans, you play it cool but internally you were screaming. he comes up to talk to all the fans and sign autographs, stuff fond that until he met with your eyes. “wait-