THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter one.
The day that Scott had been dreading dawned; the day when school re-opened after the Spring break. What really pissed him off was that what had transpired was really nobody's business but his own, but he knew that it would be portentous in the high school environment and any hint of it had the capacity to spread like wildfire among the other kids. He was a junior and there had never been any suggestion throughout his school years that he might be gay; jesus, he had been completely unaware of the possibility himself until two weeks ago when the incident took place. He knew that once someone was labelled a fag, whether it was true or not, that person's life was made a misery and the knowing looks and snide remarks never ceased. He figured that he might well be able to weather such a storm (after all he had always been able to handle bullies and to stand up for himself physically) but the thought of it reaching his parents' ears frightened him. If the word spread among the other kids at school, there was little doubt that his younger brother Paul, who was a freshman, would become aware of it too (nothing of "importance" ever escaped that little bastard's attention), and like night followed day, his parents would be put in the picture. He admitted to himself that he had always been a little afraid of Paul and his reaction to the suggestion that his older brother was a fag might, one way or the other, have unpleasant consequences for him.
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Scott had spent a lot of the time during Spring break on his own as his best friend Pete had been away with his parents visiting family in another state. He had usually gone to the beach in the mornings and in the afternoons had mooched around the seafront attractions, such as they were, killing time. He found himself drawn often to one of the amusement arcades where there was always a crowd of teenagers pitting their skills against the machines. On one such afternoon, he had gone to the bathroom at the back to relieve himself and, while doing so at one of the urinals, a young guy about his age entered and pulled up at a urinal himself. Scott had paid no attention but after a moment had sensed that the other guy was looking his way. The guy caught his eye, said hi and smiled. Scott returned the greeting and simultaneously became aware that as the guy pissed, he was stroking his dick which was fast becoming erect. Scott quickly retracted his dick inside his jeans and made for the door; disconcertingly he realized that he himself was becoming erect. What the fuck was happening? he thought. Normally Scott would have made a beeline for the exit, but he suddenly felt this compulsion to stay. He made for one of the standing tables opposite the machines, grabbed a stool and sat down to weigh things up. If Scott had felt that he should leave, his raging hard dick was telling him another story.
A few minutes passed and eventually, out of the corner of his eye, Scott saw the guy emerge from the bathroom at the back of the room. He stood for a moment looking around and when he saw Scott, a little smirk of knowledge passed over his face and he headed directly for Scott's table.
"Hi again." he said with a smile. "Thought you might not have left. Mind if I join you?"
"Go ahead. Have a seat." Scott replied.
"I'm Carlos by the way. And you are?"
"Scott." came the mumbled reply.
Carlos just nodded. "I've seen you in here quite often recently and wondered what the attraction was. Lotta cute boys, huh?" Scott remained silent and Carlos smiled and continued: "Don't sweat it dude. It's no big deal."
Scott by now had regained his composure. "Listen Carlos. Nice meeting you but I really have to get going. Meeting up with my bro in a while."
"OK, man. Feel like meeting up like at around eight tonight? You can buy me a beer....or sumpin." replied Carlos with a smile.
Scott turned around and made for the exit.
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At supper that evening, Paul announced that he had been invited to a party at the house of one of his classmates. His mother told him not to be too late in getting home and asked Scott what his plans were. Scott replied that he had no fixed arrangements as yet but that he might visit a friend from school. If not he might just have an early night.
Scott had since that afternoon been thinking back about his crossing the path of Carlos at the Arcade and still did not know what to make of it. What was it all about? Why had Carlos so clearly singled him out to chat with? And, jesus, he was certain that Carlos had been stroking his dick right there in front of him in the bathroom! That was really fucking weird! What was even more weird was the fact that he himself had become erect as a result. Now, a couple of hours later, he was still trying to sum up his reaction to it. He knew that normally he would by now have put the whole episode behind him and forgotten about it but somehow he was intrigued by it all and felt an unfamiliar stirring in his balls.
At about 7.15 he decided, as he really all along knew he would, to go down to the beach and see if Carlos would turn up. He arrived at his destination in good time and settled down with a coke at the same table he had occupied earlier. By eight o'clock Carlos had not arrived and he felt a sense of disappointment. Jesus, dude, he thought to himself, did you really expect the guy to stick to his word? He sat for a while longer and suddenly he spied Carlos entering the Arcade. He perked up and was pleased when Carlos, after greeting a couple of other guys, came over to his table.
Carlos smiled and said "Hiya Scott, glad you could make it. Feel like getting me a coke? Don't worry, I have a few beers in my car we can have later." So the guy had a car, that was interesting! Scott and Paul shared an old beat-up vehicle but, since he had obtained a licence, Paul seemed to monopolize the use of it. Scott went over to the dispenser and returned with a coke which he placed in front of Carlos who thanked him.
Carlos continued to look around the room and Scott took the opportunity to look his new acquaintance over. Jesus, he thought to himself, the guy is really hot-looking. Carlos stood about 5'8" and probably weighed in at about 145lbs. He was slim and well-proportioned, sported a short stylish haircut and to top it off, had attractive features. He wore dark blue jeans, sneakers and a black tee. Scott reflected that he was the sort of cool friend he had always wanted.
Carlos said: "Well, dude, ain't much goin on here. You feel like leavin? We can have a beer in the car."
"Sure" replied Scott. "Sounds good."
They left the Arcade, found Carlos' car, and were soon on their way. Carlos drove well and seemed to know exactly what his destination was. He explained that they could park at a spot well-patronized by local teenagers at weekends but would probably be quiet on a week night; it would thus be possible to drink a beer or two without being disturbed. He duly parked and as he had foreseen there was little activity apart from one car some distance away.
"There are some beers behind the seat Scott. Grab us a couple will ya?" Scott did as he was asked and while they drank the first beer, and then a second, Carlos elicited from Scott where he went to school, etc. Scott wasn't used to drinking alcohol and after the second beer had a buzz going. The conversation evaporated and Carlos proceeded to let the backrest of his seat down, slid his ass forward, and let out a contented sigh. "That's better." he informed his new friend. Scott meanwhile was becoming uncomfortable with this new development but was not quite sure how he should react. He noticed that Carlos had started to rub his dick through his jeans and soon it became apparent that he was becoming erect. Carlos leaned over and placed his right hand over Scott's hand and moved it towards his crotch. "Take over dude." he instructed Scott. "Rub it a little." Despite everything, Scott did as he was told and felt the throbbing dick through Carlos' jeans. Carlos clearly interpreted this as the go-ahead he needed, removed Scott's hand, unzipped and dug out his hard dick. "I bet you have been thinking about having a closer look at this piece of meat ever since you caught a glimpse of it this afternoon, huh, Scott? Well, now's your chance kid. Go ahead and touch it."
Scott was feeling the effects of the beer but more than that he had this strange compulsion to do exactly what Carlos asked of him. What yesterday might have seemed gross and repulsive to him suddenly had acceptance in his mind. He took Carlos' dick in his hand and felt the wonderful warmth of it; he began to stroke it gently and soon felt the stickiness of his partner's precum. He felt Carlos's hand move behind his head and force it slowly down towards his crotch. From afar he heard Carlos' voice urging him on: "You know what you have to do Scott. Take the head in your mouth and lick off my precum. That's it. Now go right down on it and start to suck. Use your tongue and make love to it dude. You know you want to taste my juices, so the harder and faster you suck, the quicker it will be that my dick shoots a load for you." Scott attempted to do what he had been instructed to do but was soon gagging on Carlos' dick; he tried to pull away but Carlos had a firm grip on his head, held him down and kept his dick inside the boy's mouth. He realized that Scott was struggling to accomplish his task and so started to jerk the base of his dick as Scott sucked and licked the head to the best of his ability. He soon shot a copious load into Scott's mouth, instructing him to swallow it, "every damn drop". After a minute or so, he asked Scott whether he had in fact swallowed his load; Scott nodded yes, whereupon he let him up in order to complete the task of cleaning off his dick with his handkerchief. He informed Scott with a laugh "Not bad, dude. But practice makes perfect."
Carlos drove Scott home after having got his cellphone number and given him his own. When Scott exited the car, Carlos waited until he had entered the house before driving off, to make sure that the house was in fact where the boy lived.
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Scott climbed into bed that night with his mind in turmoil. He acknowledged to himself that all that had happened had been with his consent. Jesus, he asked himself, did that make him gay? All that he knew, however, was that he had finally felt some fulfillment and that he had to see Carlos again. He resolved to call him the next day.
To be continued.......