THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Eleven.
Having left Julian's apartment Anthony and Scott made their way across the parking lot and, as Scott was about to take his leave, Anthony said to him "Not so fast dude, why not come up to my place for a while? My old girl is bound to be asleep by now and we can smoke the rest of the weed in peace in my bedroom." Scott was feeling pretty worn out and was really disinclined to stay, but as usual, he succumbed to another guy's demands. They climbed the stairs and Anthony quietly opened the front door and ushered Scott in with a finger over his lips. He whispered: "Don't wanna wake the old bag."
They entered Anthony's bedroom and he locked the door behind them, switching on a dim bedside lamp. "Take a seat." he instructed Scott indicating a chair beside his computer desk. He opened the window as wide as it would go and proceeded to roll a joint with the remainder of the weed. Once lit he handed the joint to Scott who took a puff and offered it back to Anthony, who responded with "Jesus, dude, don't be such a pussy; take a good drag. It don't come cheap after all." Scott did as he was told and felt an immediate wooziness overtake him. Anthony opined "Fucking good stuff, huh?" Anthony took out from the front pocket of his jeans the $1.60 and the bottle of poppers he had and placed them on his bedside table. He loosened his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them where he stood. Clad now only in his shirt and briefs, he moved over towards the bed and lay down at full stretch on his back with his legs apart.
To Scott he said: "Pick up them jeans dude and hang them up. You'll find a spare hanger in my wardrobe." Despite his dizziness, Scott managed to do as he was told and when Anthony patted the bed next to him, went over and sat on the bed. With some irritation in his voice, Anthony said "Don't just sit there like a fuckin statue dude. Get to work. We got the time, so let's see what you capable of. Here, take a coupla sniffs of these poppers bitch, maybe wake you up some."
Scott climbed on the bed, got between Anthony's legs, and lowered his head towards his crotch. He clearly had developed a hardon. Scott lifted the waistband of Anthony's briefs, who responded by lifting his ass off the bed allowing his cocksucker to lower his briefs and slip them off over his feet. Anthony's dick, now hard, slapped against his belly. Scott noted that it was of a good size, maybe 6 or 6.5 inches long, and importantly, of a good girth. He could vaguely smell the odor of cum and piss, the remains of Anthony's earlier orgasm. Scott tantalizingly used the tip of his tongue to lick the inside of the boy's thighs which were smooth and hard, until he reached his ball sac which, likewise, was tight, smooth and hard. Scott's head was spinning. As if from afar, he heard Anthony instruct him: "Suck them balls bitch." He took first the left ball, then the right, then finally both balls into his mouth, and tongued them with gusto until Anthony squirmed away, lifted up his legs and forced Scott's head down beneath his ball sac. "Keep licking bitch!" he instructed Scott, who dutifully did so under his sweaty balls and then slowly under increasing pressure from Anthony's hands ran his tongue around the boy's butthole. Anthony clearly was very much into having his butthole tongued and allowed Scott to continue for some minutes before saying "OK! Enough!"
Scott raised himself on to his knees, one on either side of Anthony's body, and leaned forward to unbutton his shirt. He ran the tip of his tongue around the boy's nipples and then down the crevice of his chest towards his now throbbing cock. He had barely started to lick the head of Anthony's oozing dick when suddenly it exploded spewing out a thick load of cum on to his belly and chest. Anthony lay back exhausted and having recovered slightly after a couple of minutes, he said quietly to Scott: "Well, bitch, it ain't gonna lick itself up. That's your fuckin job, so do it!" There were thick blobs of pearly white boy cum all over Anthony's chest and abdomen and Scott, once he had started, revelled in licking up every single drop of it including a pool of it which had settled in Anthony's navel. It had been a first for him and he was certain that it wouldn't be the last. Having now shot his second load, Anthony had had enough and indicated that Scott should leave "in case his mother woke up and found them together". As he saw him off, he informed Scott that he would call him in a day or two.
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The following morning Scott woke up with the worst of booze and weed hangovers in addition to feeling really worn out. Not surprisingly his jaw ached quite badly. He turned over, went back to sleep and finally got up at about eleven. He went into the bathroom and, having glanced in the mirror, decided that he looked like shit. It had been a rough night. He blew on one hand, raised it to his nose, and could quite clearly detect the odor of cum and piss on his breath. He heard Paul moving around in his bedroom, so quickly undressed and hopped into the shower. He emerged some fifteen minutes later feeling a lot better.
Paul entered the bathroom from his own side door while Scott was drying himself off. He glanced at Scott and offered the confirming opinion that his brother "looked like shit". Scott responded "Thanks. You on the other hand look great." Both managed a smile.
"So, how did your date with Doreen go? Did you manage to score?"
"Jesus, dude, don't ever remind me of it again. She is as bad as her name. That she puts out is an urban myth. I swear she thinks a dick is there to piss through. The way things are goin, I'm gonna have to find some other method of cum release." Scott stole a look at Paul and wondered whether that had been a throw-away remark or whether there was something more significant to it. Christ, he thought, I'm getting paranoid!
"By the way Paul, thanks again for the loan. I owe you one plus 65 bucks."
Paul, now reminded of the transaction, said "No problem" but still this lingering feeling that something was up remained. He decided that just maybe it had all been innocent and decided not to confront Scott. He was gonna keep close tabs on it, however. What the fuck was that asshole Anthony doin around Scott?
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During the course of the next week, Scott decided to stroll down to the beachfront and see what was going on at the Arcade. Days had passed and neither Pedro nor Angel had contacted him. Why? he wondered. They both had his number. He had expected the worst possible outcome from his relationship with them. He had been tempted to ask Anthony about it (it was after all through Pedro that Anthony had become aware that he was gay) but he decided against it. Anthony had warned him about making it known to Pedro that he was seeing Anthony on the side. He had enough troubles as it was.
He entered the Arcade avoiding the hostile stares of the guys congregated outside the entrance, and without looking around took up his usual place at one of the standing tables near the rear. When he looked up a number of the teenagers at the machines were looking his way and two or three nodded and smiled at him. He knew that there were no secrets in that place and that once he had sucked off Carlos in the bathroom stalls, it would be common knowledge within hours.
He walked over to the dispensing machines and bought himself a coke. As soon as he returned to his table a young kid of about twelve approached him. He had seen the kid in there often and the kid had always made it abundantly clear he was on the make, one way or the other.
"Hiya, Scott. Remember me? Pablo.
We seen each other before."
The kid knew damn well they had never spoken with each other before but Scott said "Hiya Pablo, how goes it." Scott really liked the kid, he was cute and had this engaging smile and attitude.
Pablo replied: "OK I guess. I hate to do this dude, but I was wonderin if you could maybe lend me a coupla bucks, like say a five?" He indicated with his head a kid hanging over one of the machines, who was keeping tabs on the situation. When Scott looked his way he smiled and gave Scott a little wave of his hand. "I owe Bobby three bucks and I need to repay him; if I had five bucks then we could both continue to play the machines." He smiled at Scott apologetically.
Scott's heart went out to the little hustler and felt inclined to give him a hug. Some kids really had it tough. He took out a five from the front pocket of his jeans and slipped it over to Pablo. He always kept a few bucks there in case he was approached for a "loan".
Pablo continued: "Thanks a hell of a lot Scott. Mind if I sit down for a minute?" Scott shook his head and said "Go ahead".
Pablo sat down on the opposite stool and leant forward towards Scott. He continued: "Kick my ass if you think I'm outta line dude. You know how the guys in here talk and the word is that you like young guys like me. Like suckin them off and stuff. I think you are really cool Scott and if you like me a little, I would love for us to get together sometime. I know I'm kinda young but I can come, so there's no problem there. Whaddya say dude?"
Scott was taken aback but he knew that under different circumstances he might have accepted the kid's offer.
He said: "Pablo, I really think you are cute, a real little hottie in fact, but maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea. Let's leave it for a while and we can discuss it again sometime. OK?"
Pablo looked a little crestfallen so Scott delved into his pocket again, found the other five he had stashed there and slipped it over to him. Pablo's face lit up and he said "Whatever you say Scott. You are one of my best friends." With that he hopped off the stool and went over to where Bobby was playing the machines.
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As Scott left the premises he bumped into Sean, who somehow was not looking his usual attractive spruced-up self.
Scott greeted him: "Hiya Sean. I was just about to go and have a burger or sumthin. Feel like joining me?
"Do I ever." responded Sean, falling into step beside Scott.
Something was clearly up but Scott decided to leave it until they had had their meal. After they had eaten, they sat back in the booth drinking coffee and Scott asked his friend "Feeling better?" Sean smiled and said "Jesus, yeah. You know that saying - don't know where the next meal is coming from
- well, that's me Scott. Literally."
Scott was quite shocked. He had never really met anyone who was in such a predicament; he had seen bums on the street but had always assumed it was their own damn fault. Not looking for a job or something similar.
"Dude, I don't know if I can help but tell me what's happened."
Sean proceeded to explain that both Pedro and Angel had had charges pending against them and had the previous week appeared in court. They had been found guilty of possessing banned substances with the intent to distribute (or some such shit). As they were first offenders and because of their ages, they had been treated fairly leniently. However, they nevertheless were in the clink for like three months and, on release, would be on parole for lengthy spells. Scott now understood why he hadn't been contacted by either of them and spared the ignominy of selling his ass on the street.
Sean continued to explain that he had depended on Pedro and Angel to introduce him to clients but, since the court case, regular clients had kept away and he was now struggling to survive. His few savings had been used up and he was likely to be evicted from his lodgings next week. He refused to work the streets so he was basically fucked. He had been forced to call his parents and they had reluctantly agreed to take him back until he got a job and could move out again. His problem was to raise the bus fare home which was in the region of $250.
Scott gave him virtually the rest of his allowance (after Anthony's "tribute" and Pablo's "loan") and told him to get himself cleaned up and they would visit a friend of Scott's the next day to see what could be done about getting him a temporary job.
The next morning Scott called Billy Kenny and asked him if he could see him again. In a tired resigned voice, Bill agreed.
Scott met Sean at the Arcade and was almost bowled over by how hot he looked. "All you need now is a haircut dude, and for Brad Pitt, it's goodbye!" Sean smiled at the compliment; he knew Scott was crazy about him. Scott had the hairdresser give Sean a haircut ala the one Julian sported and they set off to see Bill Kenny.
They walked into Bill's place of employment and from the look on Bill's face when he saw Sean, he knew that a job for Sean was assured. Bill took him on for the three Summer months, which would allow him to get together the bus fare home.
To be continued........