THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Four.
Ever since Anthony's parents had relocated to a small town at the coast on his father's retirement, he had struggled to adjust. It was not so much that he did not fit in at school (all high schools were essentially the same), but he did find the kids somewhat "provincial". His home town in the Midwest (although not a major metropolitan center), was a large city and he had thrived in that environment. He smiled to himself when he thought about it but at least when you walked around the Mall you did not see the same faces each week. And, for Christ's sake, not everyone knew your business. Holiday times provided some relief in that there were new people to mix with and - "snigger" - to prey upon. Sexually of course.
In relation to his current peers he had more experience in such matters. His elder brother (now away at college) had swung both ways and he had learned a thing or two from him. Anthony dated like most of the other kids (at present he was seeing this little stuck-up bitch Cindy) but he had resolved that he would unentangle himself from that relationship asap. He swore she had never heard of sex. Being fifteen and a freshman to boot, it wasn't too easy to conduct a fully satisfying sex life. Thus he had decided to put into practice some of the knowledge his big bro had passed on to him. Theo, his brother, had advised him that in the teenage years, gay guys provided an excellent (and ongoing) solution to sexual frustrations. Not all gay guys of course, but if you had the nous to identify them, there were faggots out there who were more than willing to submit to you. He had thus embarked on a campaign, if you will, to test his capabilities in weeding out those weasels.
There always were some gay guys who were considered "femme" but he had no interest in them. They didn't appeal to him and he thought it best not to be seen associating with them especially in the high school environment. Theo had told him that most straight guys were completely oblivious to being "checked out" by other guys. However, if you kept your eyes open and your wits about you, you would discover most straight guys of reasonable looks, especially the jock type, did get surreptitiously eyed by gay guys. Catch someone checking you out more than once and, bingo, you had more than likely identified a faggot hot for your body. Or dick.
Last night's events had turned out to be fucking hilarious. About two months previously he had caught this sophomore from school, whose name was Andy, playing with himself at a urinal in the rest room at the Mall. When he saw and recognized Anthony he had quickly zipped up and scuttled out the door. But the damage had been done. The next day, Anthony cornered him at school, told him the game was up, and instructed him to be at the entrance of the Mall that night at eight. In truth Anthony had not expected him to show, but lo and behold he was there on the dot. They had parked at some secluded spot near the school and Anthony had scared the shit out of him. The bottom line was that Anthony was now using him as his personal cocksucker.
Meanwhile Anthony had one Saturday afternoon made the acquaintance of a guy at an amusement arcade down at the beach. His name was Pedro and they soon discovered they had similar interests. They were from different backgrounds but Pedro, like Anthony, was interested in using faggots; Anthony was basically looking to just boss them and get his dick sucked but it soon became clear to him that Pedro used faggots to provide him one way or another with some of his income. Anthony had seen guys (including one or two older gay-looking guys) slink up to Pedro on a number of occasions and slip him $20 or $30, then be dismissed by Pedro with a "see you next week dude". He would accompany this by giving Anthony a wink and a smile. The younger kids steered clear of Pedro and one of them told Anthony that Pedro whored out two guys to older men. He could well fucking believe it.
One afternoon Pedro and Anthony had been sitting together when Anthony had said to Pedro in passing that a certain guy in the Arcade, about two years older than him, was pretty hot. Pedro had gone over to the guy to speak with him. About five minutes later the guy disappeared into the restroom; Pedro then leaned over to Anthony and told him the guy was waiting for him in one of the stalls and would give him a blowjob. What Pedro held over that guy Anthony never found out but what the fuck who cared anyway. As a quid pro quo Anthony introduced Pedro to his cocksucker from school, Andy. Anthony had subsequently seen Andy a couple of times after school getting into a car with Pedro at the wheel. Anthony felt some guilt about having involved Andy with Pedro but figured, what the hell!, the kid probably gets off on it.
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Yesterday had seen the confluence of a number of events. During the afternoon Pedro had called Anthony and told him that he and his cuz Carlos had lined up a new faggot for that evening and invited him to join them. They had sourced some beers and could park somewhere, drink them, shoot the breeze, and get a blowjob thrown in.
When the guys picked Anthony up outside the apartment complex where he lived, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw who the invited faggot was. He immediately recognized him as a junior from his school named Scott. To top it all he was the older brother of a little upstart in his grade named Paul. Scott, either by design or in reality, appeared not to recognize him at all; Anthony was slightly pissed by this but on reflection thought that it might work to his advantage. Jesus, he looked forward to seeing that little asshole Paul's face, when he found out his bro was a cocksucking faggot.
During the course of the evening it became apparent to Anthony that Scott truly was a low-life faggot and that he thrived on getting bossed around by Pedro and sucking however many cocks were put in front of him. Pedro surely had plans for him. When Anthony himself had shot his load into Scott's hungry mouth, he had seen this sorta glazed look in Scott's eyes, like he was in heaven or something. Later, when Anthony had taken a piss, Pedro had made Scott get out of the car too, telling him to hold Anthony's dick while he pissed. When they got back into the car, Pedro asked whether all was OK and Anthony had replied "Yeah" but that he would have preferred pissing in Scott's mouth. Pedro had then virtually promised him it would soon happen. Jesus, Anthony was looking forward to that and seeing Scott's face when he did it.
Before they left for home that evening Anthony had taken another piss with Scott again holding his dick. Anthony had slipped Scott his cell, told him to add his number and to expect a call from him but to keep Pedro in the dark about it. Scott had gone along with it, no problem.
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A new day dawned and Anthony felt at peace with the world. Suddenly his life had taken a huge turn for the better and he told himself that he must be careful not to fuck it up. Andy had been and still was a useful outlet for his sexual needs but it really was school-boy stuff. He regretted having placed Andy in Pedro's orbit because it was becoming clear that Pedro was seeing him regularly now. Control of Andy would surely pass to Pedro even if he continued to give Anthony blowjobs. Anthony had noted that Andy's sucking skills had improved considerably, so he was definitely being trained by Pedro to become one of his boys.
But Anthony's main concern now was what to do about Scott. He could definitely out him in a variety of ways but how would that benefit him? It would be sweet to confront him of course but Anthony had no illusions that he would be able to prise Scott from Pedro's grip; Pedro had actually told him that Scott had undertaken to serve him without question (like some fucking slave!); that wasn't going to change for sure. Pedro really was a nasty piece of work! mused Anthony, not without some admiration. For some time now Anthony had been harboring this deep down desire to really abuse physically someone in his power (a faggot would be perfect, he thought); maybe Scott would fit the bill. Pedro need never know. And why not put the fucker to work? Force him to get a part-time job and hand over his earnings. That would certainly ease the pressure on his pocket.
He resolved to call Scott the following morning.
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When Anthony called Scott the next morning, he sounded half asleep when he answered.
"Scott, its Anthony here. From the other night? If you don't remember me, I'm pretty sure you remember my dick."
Scott sounded quite befuddled, like he wasn't clearly with it. "Errrr, sure I remember you Anthony. You are Pedro's bud right?"
"Bingo!" replied Anthony. "I was pretty sure you would remember. Listen, Scott, I said I would call to arrange to get together sometime. I want to do it today, this afternoon in fact at three o'clock. OK?"
Scott hummed and hawed and said he had kinda planned to hook up with a couple guys from school. "Well, you got all morning to let them know you won't be able to make it, dude." replied Anthony. "I'm sure you don't want to fuck up my day, so do it."
Scott was silent for a few seconds then said: "Where did you have in mind meeting, Anthony?"
Scott smiled to himself and now that the meeting had been agreed, he decided to drop his first bombshell. Their school was deserted during Spring break and, while all the buildings were always locked up, one of the outside changing rooms had a toilet which for yonks had had a door with a broken lock. It was well known to the students and the janitorial staff had never had it repaired, allowing young kids to use the toilet when they played ball on the school playing fields at weekends and during holiday periods.
Anthony replied: "I thought the toilet in the changing rooms behind the school would be a good place."
Once again Scott was silent for a few seconds. "You mean the changing rooms behind MY school, Anthony?"
"No Scott. The changing rooms behind OUR school dude."
Anthony thought he heard a little sound of surprise at Scott's end. He smiled and could imagine the shocked look on Scott's face. He continued: "That should be OK, shouldn't it?"
"Errrr, sure Anthony."
"OK then, see you there. Don't be late."
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When Anthony walked into the changing room's toilet, after making sure he hadn't been seen, he was dead on time and duly found Scott waiting at the hand basins opposite the urinals. He was neatly dressed as if for the occasion. Needless to say, the whole place stank of piss. Anthony thought to himself: those little bastards in junior school are such pigs, they couldn't piss straight if their lives depended on it.
"Well, hello there Scott. Glad you could make it. I been lookin forward to seein you again after the other night. Great evening huh?" Scott nodded dumbly.
"What really surprised me was that you didn't recognize a dude from your own school. Maybe the fact that you are a junior and I am a mere freshman had somethin to do with that. But no matter, the main thing is that we got well acquainted with each other down at the beach, each in his own way of course."
Scott mumbled: "Anthony, it was kinda dark down there. Otherwise I woulda recognized you for sure."
"Yeah, of course." Anthony replied, before continuing. "I know you are shittin bricks that I may reveal to all and sundry that you are a cocksuckin whore, but I see no reason for me to do that if you keep me happy. No parents deserve to be told that their son and heir is a faggot. Although certain peer loyalty makes me wonder whether your bro shouldn't be put in the picture."
Scott's face blanched. "Jesus, Anthony, please don't say anything to Paul. I promise I will do anything you say in return."
"Well, bitch, sexual favors are a given OK?" Scott nodded eagerly. "Not only for me, but maybe a coupla friends too. That's not all. For my silence, I think I deserve more. Paul never seems to be short of dough, so I assume the same applies to you. I want a weekly tribute from you of sixty bucks. Paid every Friday on the dot."
Scott looked like the sky had fallen in. "Honestly, Anthony, I don't have that kind of dough to throw around."
Anthony snarled: "You cheap fucking faggot whore! Who do you think you are talking to? You think paying me what you owe is "throwing" money around? I don't care where you get it dude but you are gonna have to find it. Mow some lawns, or better still get a part-time job at McDonalds or somethin! Do I make myself clear? You start paying from the first of next month or else."
Anthony saw tears rise up in Scott's eyes.
"Oh, stop snivelling, bitch. Get your ass into one of the stalls over there." instructed Anthony, giving him a push to help him on his way.
There were two stalls and Scott checked out both but didn't enter either. "What's the problem asshole?" asked Anthony, checking them out himself. They were both smelly and piss-strewn. Anthony chose the dirtier of the two and pushed Scott into it. "Don't tell me you are afraid of a little boy-piss Scott.
I bet you fuckin crave it."
There were a few droplets of piss on the seat and Anthony instructed Scott to lick the seat clean so he could sit down. Scott hesitated so Anthony pushed him over towards the seat and said "Get to it! or you'll regret it." The bitch-boy reluctantly did as he was told, screwing up his face, and then on Anthony's next instruction took out his handkerchief and wiped the seat dry. Anthony moved so that he stood in front of the toilet facing the door, grabbed Scott's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees on the piss-strewn floor. Scott again started to cry but stopped when Anthony slapped his face hard and told him to unbuckle Anthony's jeans and push his jeans and briefs down to his ankles. Anthony sat down on the toilet, at the same time grabbing Scott by the ears and pushing his face into his groin. "Now suck that cock like you mean it faggot and don't fucking stop until I tell you." Anthony felt his orgasm building up and when he was ready to cum, he pulled his cock from Scott's mouth and blew his load all over the cocksucker's face. He stood up pushing Scott on to his ass on the floor, buckled up and left the stall, instructing Scott to call him the next day.
To be continued............