THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Twenty Two.
Paul walked through into Scott's bedroom the evening before they were due to return to school. Scott was in the process of gathering together all the stuff he would be needing the following day.
Paul informed him that he had agreed to give Anthony a ride to school in the mornings so they would need to be ready to leave ten minutes earlier than usual. "Okay?" he enquired of his older bro. Paul just nodded; he knew it would would be futile to object at this late stage. It did piss him off somewhat that Paul had not mentioned it to him earlier. "What about Julian?
Is he part of the deal too?" Paul told him he had passed an invitation on to him through Anthony. "I mean what the hell was I supposed to do?" Scott said nothing and his dick gave a little involuntary jump at the thought of Julian being there too.
Both Anthony and Julian were waiting at the entrance to the apartment complex when Paul pulled up and they piled into the car. "Thanks again Paul." said Anthony and Julian echoed his remarks catching Scott's eye as he settled in the back.
After having grabbed a parking spot in a reasonably shady spot, Scott and Paul headed off to their new respective class rooms while Anthony guided Julian over to the area set aside for "New Registrations". "See ya after school lets out." he informed Julian. "Maybe we can hitch a ride home." Julian nodded and mumbled a "Thanks".
Julian surveyed the motley crew hanging around waiting to be assigned classrooms. There were two junior high schools which fed Ridge High School and Julian recognized many of the students from his previous school. In addition there was a similar number of kids from the other feeder school. The usual collection of lamebrains, he thought to himself. Two of the chicks caught his eye, both promisingly slim and with budding breasts which he liked so much. One of the older guys at the apartment complex had warned him in a brotherly fashion that before ever contemplating dating a chick, it was essential to check out her mother. He had been warned that while there were a few MILFs around, they were by far outnumbered by the moms who, to be kind, turned to fat. They were older versions of
what their teenage daughters would look like at the same age. The thought had horrified Julian and ever since when he weighed up some chick, that advice had become like a "mantra" which automatically penetrated his inner mind and thus his judgement of the situation. He just didn't do "fat". In more rational moments, he figured that the advice given him was kinda hyper-critical considering that the guy concerned was no fuckin oil painting himself.
Anyway, one of the girls concerned, who went by the ridiculous name Candy, was determined to make an early claim on Julian and over the next few months they did date periodically. However, he soon discovered that she didn't suck cock, apparently because she thought it was "dirty". Where did these stupid little bitches get such outlandish notions? he wondered.
The first day back at school passed without much incident although the boys were invited to meet with the omnipresent "coaches" and to put their names forward to try out for the various sports. Julian had never been one to partake with any enthusiasm. However, he figured that it would do his rep no harm. Jesus, he thought, imagine if some asshole labelled him a fag on the very first day of high school! He decided to try out for the swim teams; he had always been a good swimmer. Also he played tennis at a local club on and off when kids were allowed to use the courts in the afternoons.
During the course of the day he had occasion to use the boys room. The school buildings were laid out basically in four wings with the administration, cafeteria, gym, etc., occupying the center and one of the wings. Obviously the architects had been responsible for designing the state penitentiary too, he figured. The buildings were almost a replica of the layout of the prisons he regularly saw on TV. Each wing had its own bathroom facilities. He found the boys room for the wing housing the freshman and sophomore classrooms easily enough. On entering he was hit by the overwhelming odor of piss and cleaning agents, not unlike every public bathroom he had ever encountered. He was reminded of the men's room behind the stand at the sport fields, the one where he had caught Anthony and that little fag Andy having sex. Despite everything he felt his dick stiffen involuntarily.
He walked past the urinals and checked out each of the five stalls. The end stall was the least dirty and he entered it bolting the door behind him. He needed to take a crap, but if the truth be known, he was more interested in the graffiti on the rear of the door and on the walls. Jesus Christ! the whole fucking school must be riddled with fags he thought. There were at least a dozen messages scrawled there, each promising some sort of sexual nirvana. He would have to return and write down some of the contact numbers. He had to get back to class but his dick was raging hard by now, so he quickly jacked himself off, shot his load against the wall, zipped up his jeans, and got out of there.
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As arranged, Julian met up with Anthony when school let out but was informed that he was getting together with a few other "baseball" dudes, including Paul, for a chat. Julian said okay and started on foot down the hill towards the apartment complex. He had barely exited the gates when a car pulled up next to him; it was Scott offering him a ride. Obviously Scott had taken possession of the car after Paul informed him about the "baseball" meeting; Paul would doubtless get a ride home with one of the other guys later.
The fact that Scott, now a senior, had taken the trouble to pick up one of the new freshman in plain sight was not lost on Julian. He rarely missed a trick and was pretty certain that this new development would open up further possibilities. The pair chatted inconsequentially, mainly about how the first day back at school had gone, and Julian enquired whether Scott was trying out for any of the sports teams. Scott laughed and informed him that organized school sports were not his thing and that he was not going to start down that path at this stage. Julian just nodded; he was not really into that stuff himself. Scott volunteered that he liked playing a bit of tennis and that he played at one of the local clubs occasionally after school. It turned out that it was the same club where Julian played. Scott was surprised to hear it as he surely would have noticed Julian's presence there. Ships passing in the night and all that shit? he thought to himself. On arrival at the apartment complex Julian asked whether he would like a soda "or sumthin" but Scott declined as he still had to go to the library. "I'll take a rain check on it dude, if I may."
Sure, replied Julian, with a smile. Julian climbed the stairs to his apartment thinking that, since that morning, things had certainly taken a turn for the better.
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Try-outs for the swim teams were scheduled for the Thursday afternoon after school. Julian was surprised at his own performance; Jesus, he thought, most of these fuckers are barely able to keep themselves afloat. The coach also seemed impressed and made a point of coming over to Julian to engage him in conversation.
"I really think you have the makings of a good performer, errrr, Julian is it?", this looking down at his clipboard.
"I guess I did okay." replied Julian.
"You sure did. Okay then, see you next week Julian. Lotsa work for us to do."
Fuck! thought Julian, these meathead coaches are so fuckin pathetic!
As he exited the school entrance, a guy a little older than himself caught up with him. "Hey, guy! Just wanted to say I thought you were excellent today. You gonna be a team starter for sure."
"Thanks." replied Julian.
The two introduced themselves. The guy's name was Logan, he was a junior, and had been on the swim team for a year. He was clearly a "jock" type, but without the muscles and the dumb attitude. He offered Julian a ride, which he accepted, and they walked over to his car. Nothing flashy, just your common or garden type of car that you would see outside any high school. Julian explained to him where he lived. Instead of turning right down the hill, Logan drove in the opposite direction.
"So? What's up dude. Where we headed?" asked Julian.
Logan turned to him with a smile and a wink. "Thought maybe after all our exertions we deserve a beer or sumthin. You game?" Julian nodded with a smile.
Logan's house was not that far away but was clearly in an up-market type of suburb. On arrival they made their way up the stairs to Logan's bedroom at the rear of the house. It was spacious and equipped like a room in a good hotel, en suite bathroom, the works. Logan went downstairs to fetch the beers and Julian took the opportunity to check out the back of the house through the bedroom window. There he spied a tennis court and a swimming pool. Fucking ace! he thought.
They enjoyed a beer each discussing stuff about school and then Julian announced that he had better be getting home. They hopped into the car and Logan drove him home, dropping him off at the entrance to the apartment complex. They agreed that they would see each other again at the next "swim" meeting.
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One evening a few days later Julian was surprised to receive a call from Scott.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you dude but I just had a thought. I've decided to go down to the tennis courts after school tomorrow; there's usually someone there looking for a game, but it occurred to me that you might be interested in playing a set or two. Would you be interested? If you have something else planned, it would be no big deal."
After a few seconds Julian replied: "Yeah, okay. I better finish whatever homework assignment I have first though. Maybe about 3.30; how does that sound?"
"That would be just fine Julian. I look forward to it."
Julian clicked off and thought: Well, well. It looks as if Scotty boy is thirsting for another taste of my dick. He hoped that Scott would not become a pest but the notion that he would likely be available on demand in future was too tempting to pass up.
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At about 3.00 the following afternoon Julian changed into his tennis kit, retrieved his racket from his cupboard and set off on a leisurely stroll down to the tennis club. On arrival he passed through the club house towards the courts at the rear and, looking around, did not see Scott. Maybe he had been held up. Then he heard his name called out and saw that Scott was already on court and beckoning him over. He walked over towards him and then saw that his opponent on court was none other than Logan, the guy he had met a few days earlier. "What the fuck........" he thought.
Logan was grinning from ear to ear and Scott, by way of introduction, said: "I believe you know Logan. We ran into each other after school and he asked to join us. Hope you don't mind dude."
To be continued.........