The three lads made their way to Dale's house via the bus and went into his bedroom. Dale started rolling a joint whilst Andy started to burn some hash and crumble it onto a tablemat.
"What's that for?" asked Simon.
"You'll see." Replied Andy.
In the meantime, Dale had finished rolling the joint and passed it to Simon; he took a few drags, inhaled deeply, and exhaled. He still felt an almost instant buzz from the smoke, but not as intense as he felt yesterday. They finished the joint between them and then attention turned to Andy who had finished mixing the hash with some tobacco. Dale took a plastic bottle which had the bottom removed and handed it to Andy; he also gave him a roll of tin foil.
Andy put the bottle in the bucket of water and placed some tin foil over the top. He then took a safety pin and proceeded to puncture many holes in the tin foil. Finally, he sprinkled some of the hash/tobacco mix onto the foil, and then lit it; he lifted the bottle slowly and as he did so, it filled with thick clouds of smoke. When the bottom of the bottle was almost at the top of the water he removed the foil, put his mouth over the top, and pushed the bottle back down inhaling all of the smoke as he did so. He then moved back from the bucket and exhaled an enormous cloud of smoke; Simon was surprised just how much smoke Andy blew out.
"That's a bucket bong" said Dale.
"Wow!"
"Wanna give it a try?" asked Andy
"Maybe later. Looks a bit intense for me right now!"
Dale and Andy smoked two more buckets each before settling back with another joint. Simon was feeling quite stoned enough with just the joints at the moment. He noticed that both Dale and Andy had very red eyes and looked very `mellow'.
After about half an hour of relaxing and listening to music, Dale stood up and announced that it was time to be moving. "I'll just get changed" he said.
Simon looked down at the red tracksuit top he was wearing and Dale looked at him quizzically; "You want to get changed too?"
"Might be an idea. Don't want to walk around wearing my uniform."
Dale walked over to his wardrobe; as he did so, Simon's heart skipped a beat – what would he see within Dale's wardrobe?
Dale opened the door and was presented with a large collection of tracksuits hanging on the rail; "Some of my stuff is in the wash at the moment" he said. He pulled aside some tracksuits and put his hands on a red Lacoste tracksuit; he took it out of the wardrobe and laid it on the bed. Simon couldn't help looking at it.
"Do you like it?" asked Dale. "I got it about a year ago, but it's still pretty cool."
"It's very bright." Replied Simon.
"I like `em bright; gets me noticed!"
Of course, Simon thought it was an amazing tracksuit; he would love to wear it himself. Dale was already rummaging around in the wardrobe once again. "Here, take this." He said, handing Simon a black Nike Tracksuit. Simon took a look at it: The bottoms were black with grey piping down the legs; the top was mostly black with grey stripes down each arm extending down the side of the jacket. It was a very shiny material, and felt like nylon, rustling and crimpling in his hands.
"You can wear it with that red top if you want"
Andy went out and waited for the two lads to get changed. Dale was poking around in his drawers, so Simon took the opportunity to quickly remove his school trousers and put on the tracksuit bottoms before Dale could spot his raging hard-on. As he pulled on the bottoms, he noticed that they were lined with nylon; this caused his already bulging cock to leak precum into his boxers as he felt the material rubbing against his leg hair and slide over the top of his boxers. He picked up the jacket and decided to wear it over the top of the red jacket which he was already wearing; again he noticed that the jacket was lined with nylon. Simon thought he was in heaven! He pulled up the hood on his red Nike jacket, and put his arms into the sleeves of the black jacket; he zipped it up, and put the hood back down.
"You didn't want to keep the hood up then?"
Simon hadn't noticed Dale watching him during this operation; he thought that Dale had been occupied with his t-shirt drawer. Having said that, he did admit to himself that he had been in a world of his own for the past couple of minutes...
"Looks like you really like that tracksuit mate" commented Dale, eying Simon's obvious arousal.
"You know how it is; sometimes he just comes up for a visit for no reason!" joked Simon.
"Well, you're sure tenting those trackies!"
Simon laughed nervously. He sat down and waited for Dale to get changed.
Dale removed his school trousers and his Adidas tracksuit top. He then undid the top two buttons and pulled the shirt over his head. He reached over to a pile of clothes and pulled out a Chelsea football shirt. Simon had never really paid much attention to football before, but his attention was caught by this shirt: it was a Chelsea home shirt, so it was blue. It also had `Dale' printed on the back over the number 15. It was a shimmering sort of blue, and it hugged Dale's body shape perfectly. Next, Dale reached over and picked up his red Lacoste tracksuit bottoms; Simon got a good look at Dale's arse as he bent over: it was well defined and framed perfectly by his Calvin Klein boxers. He had noticed that Dale's package looked very attractive in the CKs and resolved to get some for himself.
Dale pulled up the tracksuit bottoms and tied the drawstring. Then he took the Lacoste tracksuit jacket, and zipped it up to his chin. Finally, he found a NY cap, and put it on his head at a jaunty angle.
"All set?" asked Dale.
Simon looked at Dale. He looked resplendent in his Lacoste tracksuit. The bottoms were totally red with not a hint of another colour and shimmered in the light. The top was mostly red apart from a white flash across the right shoulder, which continued along the entire right sleeve. Simon wondered if he would ever pluck up the courage to wear something like that out on the street. Then he remembered what he himself was wearing; this caused his cock to twitch and he placed his right hand over it for comfort.
"You obviously like this tracksuit as well!" joked Dale, and reached over to Simon's cock giving it a rub.
"Hey, you two lovers finished in there?" asked Andy from outside the door. "Let's get moving."