THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Twenty Three
During the course of the previous school year, Logan had turned sixteen and had suddenly discovered that a number of his previously close buddies no longer were always willing to hang out with him. It had perplexed him at first but the reason soon became clear. Two of his closest friends had got themselves girl friends and their social lives were now almost entirely focused on those relationships. Everything had changed, unfairly he thought, and he often felt like a spare dick at a wedding when he found himself part of these newly formed social groups. He was a jock and, as such, was popular with the opposite sex, but he really felt no compunction about not hooking up with any of the girls who made it clear they were available. In fact, he felt some level of disdain towards them. Why the fuck was that he wondered. On two occasions girls had themselves approached him and the evening had ended up with him and his partner making out in his car. Both girls had made it pretty clear that they were willing to go all the way but he had cried off, making some lame excuse for doing so. The one girl had given him a long penetrating look and dismissively told him to just take her home. He told himself that he was just being picky and that it wouldn't be long before some special girl would come along, who would fulfil all his expectations, and on whom he could then lavish all his attention. The strange thing was that after nearly a year nothing like that had happened and he became more marginalized. The phone did not ring and he might find himself on a Friday or Saturday evening on his own with nowhere to go.
On one such Friday evening he decided that he needed to get out of the house and got into his car and drove down to the seafront. He knew it was a regular gathering spot for teens; he would be on his own but at least there would be other people around him. He parked the vehicle at one end of the esplanade and decided he would stroll to the other end and then return. He often frequented the seafront during the day but it now seemed altogether different; kids in small groups were to be seen everywhere and there was an air of expectancy about. It was quite infectious. The video games arcade on the other side of the road seemed to be hopping so he decided he would venture in. He had done so on a couple occasions during the day and had enjoyed it; he loved the machines and there always seemed to be someone looking for a games partner. There were a few tough looking guys standing outside who looked him up and down as he approached the door (with not much approval he thought, but fuck them!). He entered and after getting a soda from the dispensing machine made for one of the standing tables just inside the door. He would scope the place out for a while.
Logan suddenly felt comfortable as if he belonged. It was irrational he knew because the arcade's older habituees tended to be "street" types, guys who he imagined were on the edge of society and maybe would flirt with the law. Quite unlike the run-of-the-mill assholes he encountered at school. He felt a strange affinity with these guys although he realized he would never really fit in.
It had taken a little while for it to sink in but Logan had begun to realize that his tendency to seek out the company of guys might have a sexual connection. He had at first dismissed the notion out of hand but there was no denying the fact that girls had no sexual attraction for him and that his eyes never missed out on a hot looking guy. Could he really be gay? Jesus, the thought terrified him. For fuck's sake, why him? After all, he was a jock and was certain he displayed no feminine traits.
Logan had been consumed with watching the goings-on at one of the machines but suddenly got the feeling that he was being watched. He looked up and caught the eye of a guy at the other end of the arcade staring at him. The dude started to smile when he saw that he had attracted Logan's attention, picked up his soda and walked over to where Logan was standing.
Logan recognized him immediately; it was Scott, a junior at his school. He had never spoken with Scott but he knew his younger bro Paul, a little smartass who was one grade below him. As far as he knew, Scott wasn't "out" but he had always suspected he might be gay. What do they say? It takes one to know one or sumthin like that? Jesus!!
"You're Logan right?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, last time I checked."
Scott laughed. "Okay. What brings you here? I've never seen you here before. No date tonite?"
"Cut the crap Scott. Not in the mood for it. Had time on my hands. And I like playing the machines."
"Fair enough dude. I'm sorry. None of my business."
They chatted for a while, mainly about school, and when a machine finally became available, they pitted their skills against each other. Both seemed to enjoy the other's company and eventually they decided it was time to leave.
"Do you need a ride Scott?" asked Logan.
"As a matter of fact yeah. Thanks."
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Scott gave Logan directions to his house but when they approached it, he told Logan not to park too close. He explained that Paul was a nosy little fucker who knew he was gay and it would not be good for Logan's rep if he saw him in his bro's company. An immediate assumption would be drawn and the whole fucking world would know in no time flat.
"Drop me off just above the junior high. It's very quiet and pretty dark there with no through traffic."
Logan did as was suggested and parked under a huge tree and switched off the engine. Nothing was said for a minute or so and Scott made no effort to leave.
Finally he turned to Logan. "Tell me to shut the fuck up if I'm outta line but I wanted to ask you. Are you gay Logan?"
Logan didn't respond immediately then said: "I'm fucked if I know Scott. Girls don't turn me on but I've never touched a guy ever. I like looking at hot guys but does that make me gay?"
"Not necessarily dude. Only you will be able to decide that. I will tell you this though. You can't spend the next three years living like a fucking monk. You'll go nuts. Either you join the straight program and get yourself a girl friend or admit at least to yourself that you are gay and take it from there."
Scott stole a glance at Logan's crotch and swore he could detect a hard dick outlined against the fabric of his jeans. He looked up and saw that Logan was staring straight ahead not moving a muscle. It's now or never, he thought. He leaned across slightly and placed his hand on Logan's dick. It was rock hard. He slowly and gently rubbed it through the denim and felt it give a jump. Under his breath Logan exhorted him to continue saying "Yeah, man. That's it. I'm so fuckin horny right now. Keep going dude. It loves what you doin man. Don't stop." Scott instructed Logan to flatten the backrest of his seat and to slide forward on his ass so as to allow him better access to his dick. When he had done so, he lifted his ass to allow Scott to proceed. Scott unbuttoned the waist of the boy's jeans and let down the zipper. He pushed Logan's jeans and his briefs down to his ankles and now had displayed before him Logan's throbbing dick. It was a good six and a half inches in length and thick, and Scott thought it was a beautiful sight to behold. He lifted the head and took it in his mouth licking off Logan's by now oozing precum. The taste of it allied with the sweaty aroma of Logan's crotch area made his head swirl.
Logan encouraged him "Suck it dude. You know you need it and I sure as hell want it. Your mouth and my dick are a match made in heaven. Suck it now hard and fast, I need to blow my load." Expertly Scott took the entire length of it into his mouth and throat using his tongue to simultaneously lick it along its length. He was forced to come up for air but Logan forced his head down on it once again. After five minutes of frantic sucking Scott felt the dick stiffen even more and panting Logan shot five or six ropes of cum into his throat and over his tongue. "Fuck yeah!" he heard the boy exclaim, while holding Scott's head firmly in place.
As was his wont Scott swallowed Logan's entire load, his reward for a job well done, and then squeezed the dick from the base up and felt the remains of Logan's load drip on to his tongue. After a short rest Logan disengaged himself from Scott's hungry mouth and zipped up his jeans. "Thanks dude. That was beyond good."
Logan dropped Scott off near his house and drove home. He went into his bathroom, took a piss and then climbed into bed. He reflected on what had happened that evening. He had to admit he had had a great time and man! that Scott dude sure sucked a mean dick. He was pretty sure he would be up for a repeat performance too.
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Scott was convinced that Logan was gay but he saw no need to involve himself in the matter. He had seen it all before. Why shouldn't Logan sweat on it until he made his own fucking mind up. Regardless, he knew without doubt that he would be hearing from Logan again.
A few days later he received a call from Logan, who wondered whether he would like to get together again that evening. If so, he offered to bring along a few beers. Scott smiled to himself and said: "Sure, Logan. That sounds great. I'll wait for you outside the junior high at about eight, Okay?"
To be continued............