Chav Stories

“We need to do something to drum up some trade,” Mal sighed, his hand stroking my arse as we leant against the bar, gazing out over a nearly empty pub. After a few minutes of silence, he looked at me with a sly smile. “Do you like dancing?” “Yes,” I responded doubtfully. “Do you like shopping for clothes?” “Yes…” "Do you like earning money?” “Where are you going with this, Mal?” Opening the till, he pulled out some cash a...

I was bored. I had left school that summer with no qualifications and the stern warning from my teachers that, if I carried on like this, I would amount to nothing. Unemployed and living with my Mum and her latest boyfriend in a small flat on a run-down inner-city housing estate, life wasn’t that great. Whilst the boys of my age constantly told me I was, “fit as fuck”, with my brunette hair and bleached blond highlights,...

I'd always wondered if I was gay, but I'd never had the nerves to find out. I didn't know any gay people, and where I grew up most people were homophobic, so I never had a chance to experiment. I'd tried getting with girls but something always felt empty about it, like I was just going through the motions. But every time I slept with someone I couldn't help but imagine what it was like to be on the bottom, or on my knees...

As I turned the shower off, the first sound I heard was the sound of my friend, Jessie, laughing. The kind of cackling laughter that you just know is going to end badly for someone. In this instance I had a sinking feeling that it was going to be me. I dried myself and got dressed – boxers, socks, jeans, t-shirt – brushed my teeth and my hair, sprayed a little aftershave and walked through my apartment until I got to my l...