Scally Sunday: Part one of the Killa Kru confessions

“Fuck man I’m bored.” Tezza announced giving Jase a vicious shove with his elbow. “Get me a beer.”

Fuck off wanker!” snapped Jase rubbing his side, “Get your own you idle cunt!” Despite his protest he got up off the couch and went over to the fridge.

Tezza snatched the can from him as Jase slumped back down. Jase nearly snapped at the lad again but couldn’t be arsed. Tezza was a right prick most the time more so when he had a hangover. Without a word Jase opened his own can and took a swig.

It had been a heavy Saturday night. All five of them had gone into town on force, the so called Killa Kru, Ryan, Tezza, Maz, Sy and Jase. The gang had hung out all the way through school. There had been other members from time to time but the core five had stayed together and now at the ages of 18 and 19 they all lived together in the mangy squat on the Roman Estate. Jobless the Kru got by screwing the benefit office, dealing, robbing and in Maz’s case renting his arse out, though none of the others except Jase knew about that.

Anyway it had been the usual night, drink, drugs and fights. Tezza nutted some twat in a bar and started an all out brawl. He now sported an angry bruise on his face but no real damage, except maybe in the brain, the dozy fuckwit, Jase sneered.

Ryan copped off with some blonde slapper in the club they all tumbled into. He’d stayed out all night and was probably still fucking her senseless. Jase got a semi imagining Ryan’s dark juicy dick ramming her cunt.

Sy had his own fuck piece over in Gosswood and had gone off after Ry pulled. Maz had picked up a punter and gone off with him. A big hairy fucker covered in tattoos. He had come up to Maz and Jase when they were alone and offered to pay extra for Jase. Jase was tempted because he could do with the cash but said no. Maz had gone off in the punter’s car so fuck knows where he was now, probably at the bottom of the canal.

That only left him and Tezza shagless and pissed to stagger back to the squat. Now it was late Sunday afternoon and they slumped half wasted on the greasy couch watching some shit on the TV.

Jase didn’t like Tezza much, he was a cunt most the time and a bully especially to Maz who was the smallest and weakest of the Kru. But shit personality aside Jase did think he was sort of fit. As his semi started to become a full hard on in his trackies he checked the other lad out.

Tezza was nineteen broad and muscled, decent looking, not as hot as Ryan or Sy mind, but his cocky smile and hazel eyes had always been a turn on for Jase. His brown hair was short and close cropped making his ears more prominent, his left one was pierced and a single gold earring hung from it.

He was in a red footie t-shirt that showed off his burly arms and dark blue tracksuit bottoms. White sport socks covered