THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Sixteen.
During the weeks leading up to the return to school, Scott had had this feeling of impending doom hanging over him as he contemplated the possibility of being outed by events which would inevitably have reached the ears of his brother Paul. He had had no doubt that via Paul the news would have reached his parents. Thereafter his life would have become hell both at school and at home.
As things turned out, due to Paul's sleuthing and intervention, Anthony's extortion plans and threats of exposure had been thwarted. He was pretty certain that Paul's actions had been motivated by self-interest; he couldn't stand the sight of Anthony, there was complete antipathy between the two of them, and he must have relished the opportunity to shut him up. Also Paul had this "thing" about family loyalty, especially if it was going to affect him personally. He would have loathed being associated, even remotely, with Scott being gay.
Whatever the case, Scott had been extremely grateful to his younger brother for what he had done. Since the "show-down" with Anthony and Paul's discovery that Scott was gay, however, there had been a noticeable shift in the relations between the two brothers. Whereas previously Scott had enjoyed the natural role of older brother, that role had imperceptibly diminished and Paul slowly assumed the role of "top dog".
He seemed to have exclusive use of their car. If, for example, at the dinner table, a question was directed generally at the both of them, it was Paul who undertook to speak on their behalf. It was Paul who automatically took first dibs at use of the bathroom in the morning, invariably leaving wet towels strewn around. If their mother looked for a volunteer to perform some chore or other, it was Scott who stepped forward. Paul now expected to assume the more senior role and Scott accepted the situation. If a question was asked of Scott directly, he would reply then glance over at Paul as if to get his affirmation. Paul revelled in it.
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After Anthony visited with Scott in order to patch things up, he had decided to look in on Julian on the way home. Julian's mother worked so he had the place to himself. He had guessed that it was probably Anthony at the door as he rarely invited anyone to visit. He was a little ashamed of his home although he needn't have been; it was no worse than any other in that neighborhood. He couldn't rid himself of the idea though that everyone else probably had a place like he saw regularly in sitcoms on TV. Just his fuckin luck to have to live in a dump! He reflected that one of those large screen TVs those guys had wouldn't even fit in their living room. And the way people entered living rooms on TV from about five or six different angles, how the fuck did that work?
Julian had had a stroke of luck recently. Wesley had called him one day and, before Julian had time to remind him he wasn't allowed to contact him, Wesley had said: "Please don't hang up Julian. I won't take but a minute of your time." Julian was ashamed that anyone would think that little of his manners and denied he was gonna hang up. Wesley replied: "Well, OK, I apologise. But you did say I wasn't allowed to call."
"OK. OK. Don't let's make a big production out of it. What's up Wesley?"
Hearing Julian's voice sent a little shiver up Wesley's spine. He swore he was in love with Julian. What else could bring on this fluttery feeling in his tummy? He continued: "My grandparents bought me a new TV for my birthday and I was wondering whether you knew of anyone who could use my previous one. It ain't junky or anything but what am I gonna do with two TVs?" Julian of course had seen the previous one in Wesley's bedroom and it was fucking tops. Flat screen, the works.
Julian responded: "This is what you call co-incidence Wesley. I was gonna go buy me a new one next week but, if it would help you out, I would be happy to take over your old one for you."
"That would be great Julian. At least I would know then it would be in good hands."
Julian replied: "Ain't much I can do to repay you Wes. I got this new chick now but she does work a lot. How about I take you to the movies sometime? My treat."
Wesley was thrilled. "Be great Julian."
"OK. Meet me downtown at say two tomorrow afternoon."
Julian rang off. He figured that the least he could do would be to let the little fucker suck him off in some dark corner of the movie house.
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"Hi Julian." said Anthony as he entered. "Sure it's convenient if I visit?"
"Hell yeah, Ant. I was lookin at a coupla porno mags and was gonna jack off. But I'm sure we can work around that."
"You get em from Wayne?" He was the guy who usually lent porno vids to them.
"Yeah. I swear he spends his whole salary on em." Anthony smiled and agreed.
Julian said "Let's go through to my bedroom. You can check whether you've seen em before." Julian led the way and Anthony saw that he was wearing track suit bottoms but no accompanying vest or tee shirt. Jesus, thought Anthony, the dude really is hot. No wonder he has this posse of chicks, guys, boys n girls chasing after him! Julian turned around and it was obvious that he had had a hardon before Anthony's arrival, because a semi was still pressing against the fabric of his pants.
Julian's bedroom was kinda small (his old girl used what was the second bedroom of the apartment as a sewing room) and all he had in it basically was his bed, a closet, and a table which housed his PC and a small TV someone in the complex had turfed out and he had salvaged. Not much had changed since his last visit, Anthony thought.
"I'm getting a nice flat screen TV in a coupla days." Julian announced. "Oh yeah?" responded a surprised Anthony. "Yup!" said Julian with a smile. "Good luck dude." said Anthony, with a tinge of envy.
They both settled on the bed and perused the porno mags. Wayne definitely had a taste for way-out stuff, particularly these tiny oriental chicks being fucked or double-fucked by these black guys with enormous dicks. Both Julian and Anthony found the mags highly erotic. Anthony particularly liked a pic of a girl lying across a bed with her head hanging over the edge. This guy with a nine or ten inch dick had inserted it directly though her gaping mouth into her throat until he was balls deep. What Anthony particularly liked was that in the pic you could see the complete outline of his dick bulging in her throat. How fucking hot was that, he thought, and pointed it out to Julian.
Julian was lying across the bed, not saying much. Suddenly he turned towards his friend and said: "Ant, do you remember the day you jerked me off here on this bed?" Now, if there was one thing that Anthony did not like being reminded of, it was that. Julian continued: "I was so fuckin horny that day. A bit like today. You remember I was still lookin for my first blowjob at the time and you kinda took pity on me and got me off. Do you remember?" Pushed, Anthony reluctantly said yeah, he did.
Julian was not going to be sidetracked.
"How did it feel Ant? I mean I didn't ask ya to do it or anything, so I've always figured you must have liked it. How was it?"
"Jesus, Julian, it felt exactly the same as it does when you jerk yourself off. Just kinda different coz you are never sure when the dick is gonna explode. See what I mean?"
Julian thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, I think so, Ant. Using your hand, I guess one stiff dick would feel much like another."
"Exactly." Anthony hoped that the subject had now been put to rest.
After a minute or so Julian continued: "I guess what is different though is when you taste some guy's cum.
That's gotta be different, surely. When you licked the precum off the tip of my dick that day, did you like it? or were you just feelin sorry for me?"
Anthony laughed, albeit nervously. "I only got a tiny taste dude, but I guess it was OK. And I've never tasted any other dude's cum so I can't really compare, can I?"
Julian said: "Yeah, that stands to reason Ant. But I'm glad it was my cum you tasted dude."
Both boys were quiet for a short while, until Julian said: "Jesus, I'm horny now. Just feel my dick Ant. See how hard it is. Do it man. It ain't as if you haven't done it before." He grabbed Anthony's hand and placed it on his cock. Anthony felt how hard it was through the thin fabric of Julian's tracksuit bottoms. Julian removed his hand, while Anthony left his just where it was, on Julian's dick and gave it a squeeze.
"Mmmmm." mumbled Julian. "Now you are getting with the program." Anthony had leaned over towards his friend when he had felt his dick and Julian now subtly placed one hand behind Anthony's head, slowly but firmly pushing it down towards his crotch, while he simultaneously with his other hand pulled the string of his tracksuit bottoms and slipped the waistband under his balls. Before he knew what had happened, Anthony felt the hardness and stickiness of Julian's dick against his lips. Julian whispered to him: "Jesus, Ant, you were born for this babe. Taste my precum again. Still taste good? I bet it does."
Anthony's head was in a whirl and he felt as if he no longer had control over his movements. Without being bidden, he lifted Julian's dick and took the head in his mouth, then licked it tenderly tasting it's sticky juices. He loved the silky feel of the underside of Julian's dickhead as it lay on his tongue. Julian edged Anthony around so that he knelt in front of him on the floor and, instructing him to open his mouth, thrust his hips towards him. Holding Anthony's head firmly between his hands, he started to fuck his mouth rhythmically, slowly at first then faster, making Anthony gag and splutter whenever his dick neared his throat. Julian felt a surge of power whenever that happened. Eventually he let up allowing Anthony to regain his breath, and shot a thick load of cum over his tongue. Anthony ran Julian's ejaculate around his mouth tasting for the first time a boy's load, and then at Julian's urging, swallowed it.
After they had cleaned themselves up, Julian approached Anthony from behind and wrapped his bare arms around him, nuzzling his neck and rubbing his dick against his ass. "You were great Ant." he whispered. "Wanna do it again soon?"
Anthony nodded yeah. "Me too, call me tonite and we will arrange sumthin."
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Scott decided to walk down to the beach and check out what was going on. He was drawn inevitably to the Arcade, got himself a soda and sat down to watch the interminable battle between the boys and the machines. Pablo wasn't there; Scott knew that he would immediately have made his presence known otherwise. A couple of the guys looked his way and when he caught their eye, they nodded and smiled. They all knew he sucked cock but he didn't give a fuck. So much the better.
He decided to move on and ended up at the extreme end of the promenade where the skatepark was situated. It was another favorite spot of his; he liked to sit on one of the grass banks where he was unnoticed and watch the guys, aged anywhere between ten and eighteen, do their stuff. Once on a skateboard every single one of them became a showoff. Every now and again, one would pass him on the way to the boys' toilet which was situated about twenty yards behind him and occasionally one of them would catch his eye.
He had been sitting there for about twenty minutes when suddenly he felt a pair of hands cover his eyes from behind. "Guess who?" asked a voice. "I give up, who is it? replied Scott, who wasn't really in the mood for silly games. A figure appeared in front of him and of all people it turned out to be Carlos. Both laughed and Carlos said "Caught you out, huh?" Scott denied it but Carlos said "Yeah! Yeah!" and plonked himself down beside Scott. He was carrying a skateboard and Scott nodded towards it and laughingly said "Yours?" Carlos responded: "Not really. It belongs to one of your boyfriends. Bobby. I offered to take it home for him. He's meeting up with Pablo somewhere or another."
Carlos continued: "I was supposed to call you on behalf of Pablo. It's Bobby's birthday next week and they want to party one night. Of course Pablo came to me for help. 1) They need a place. 2) They want to get some beer. 3) They want to get a porn vid. I'm not doin it at my apartment that's for sure. But I've been holding that motel room on behalf of Pedro, so I asked him whether we could use it and he agreed. The beer and a vid are no problem. You and I are invited and then there will be Bobby, Pablo and another friend of theirs who is a little older than them."
Carlos looked over at Scott, laughed and asked: "Are you game dude?" Scott replied: "I guess so." Carlos looked a little doubtful. "You sure? You know what's gonna happen huh?" Scott nodded and said "It's OK Carlos."
Carlos said: "Cool then. I'll be in touch."
To be continued...............