THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Six.
Scott had risen early the following morning as he wanted to go downtown to catch Bill Kenny. He had called him first thing and asked whether he could see him and Bill, completely mystified by the call, had agreed. When he arrived at Bill's place of employment, a locally-owned fast food outlet, Bill took him to a booth at the rear of the place and invited him to sit down.
"So, what's this all about dude?" asked Bill, who hadn't set eyes on Scott for over a year.
"Bill. I just need a little advice. I need to get a part-time job and was wondering if you could advise me how to go about it. I am not asking about employment possibilities here necessarily but like in general, you know?"
Bill knew that Scott was was only in his junior year at school but didn't pry any further. He explained to Scott that jobs were tight at that time and employers were more inclined to take on people looking for permanent positions, rather than part-time employees. He explained that it might be slightly different in the Summer when kids were routinely employed temporarily, but at this time the chances of obtaining a job such as Scott sought were pretty remote. He explained that he had to get back to work but promised to let Scott know if he heard of anything. He also suggested to Scott that he scan the help-wanted ads in the press.
Scott walked out pretty disillusioned.
He called Anthony and when he answered said he hoped he hadn't woken him up. "Nah, no problem. I been waitin for your call. I'm at a loose end so I thought we could meet up again at that toilet at the school grounds. I figured three o'clock, OK?" Scott knew it was pointless arguing even though it meant that the rest of the afternoon would be wasted, so he told Anthony he would be there.
"Cool." replied Anthony.
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Paul was having breakfast when Scott arrived home. He knew better than to ask Scott where he had been; he just looked him up and down and continued eating. Paul knew instinctively that something was up with Scott and he was determined to find out what it was. He would keep a close eye on him he decided.
The two brothers had never seen eye to eye even from an early age. Scott was more retiring and quiet while Paul had always been boisterous and was something of a braggart and bully. He was quick to make something of his prowess at sport and to demean his brother if the opportunity arose. The parents didn't seem to notice and Paul exploited the situation at every turn. Deep down he was ashamed of his brother, particularly when he had friends around, as they often remarked that Scott was "weird". He did nothing to defend Scott and agreed with them.
When they entered their teenage years, a lot of emphasis shifted to sexual matters and it wasn't long before Paul was referring to Scott as "fag" in his usual derogatory fashion. When he was thirteen Paul started jacking off, making no secret of the fact, and would for example leave used cum tissues lying around the bathroom they shared. He even on one occasion got hold of a packet of condoms, jacked off in them like one a day, and left them, used, on the dresser in the bathroom. He took delight in the fact that he knew it drove Scott up the wall. Scott for his part knew that the situation would only get worse if he complained about it to Paul, so he merely cleaned up after him. That he would do that, escalated Paul's contempt for Scott.
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Scott figured after he had spoken with Anthony that he finally would have a chance to visit the library; he needed to get some background material for a project he was working on. However, as luck would have it, Pedro called and told him to be at the Arcade at twelve. He had something to discuss with him. Now what could that be, Scott wondered. How he was gonna raise Anthony's dough was his immediate concern. He had kinda assumed that he would be able to get a part-time job even if it was flippin burgers, but it seemed that even that would be difficult. A part-time job he was beginning to realize too would also take up a major portion of his free time. Finally he wondered whether his best option might not be to turn to hustling a couple times a week; that he could think along these lines really mirrored the desperation he felt. He decided to go down to the Arcade an hour before he was due to meet Pedro and see if he could find this young guy Sean who he was told worked for Pedro.
When he walked into the Arcade, there was no sign of Sean. Fuck it! he thought and sat down to wait. After about ten minutes an older guy about twenty, twenty two, left the rest room at the back and shortly thereafter Sean appeared lookin slightly dishevelled. He called Sean over to the table he was sittin at.
"Morning Sean. I'm Scott. Can I get you a soda or sumthin?"
"Why not." replied Sean. Having got the sodas, Scott sat down and Sean asked: "So, what's this about dude. You lookin for some head or sumthin?"
"No, afraid not. I'm on your side of the fence. The thing is I got myself into this bind with some guy and unless I can raise the dough he's demanding, he's gonna out me to the whole fuckin world."
"Heard that story somewhere before." Sean informed him. "I figured you were one of Pedro's new boys; I'm surprised he ain't peddling your ass already. If he ain't he soon will be."
"Sean, you mind telling me how this deal with Pedro works? I take it you get a share of the dough. An arrangement like that would allow me to pay this other guy maybe."
"Well, in my case, dude, having run away from home I ended up here thinking it would be like the end of the fuckin rainbow, you know. Didn't turn out that way. Anyway, I had not a dime and an empty stomach and nowhere to go. This young guy comes up to me, he figured out the score obviously, offers me 25 bucks to blow him and then to let me have the room for the rest of the night." Sean smiled and continued. "Now, I'm straight, so it was no easy decision, but I was desperate. Anyway, like fuckin magic, Pedro arrived on the scene the next morning, turned me out within days and here I am today. Be careful if you get involved with that dude, Scott. If he gets his claws into you, there's no goin back."
"Anyway, to cut a long story short, I do try to avoid street hustling. Pedro finds clients for me and the charge is usually fifty to one hundred bucks an hour. Depends on the dude. He gives me half. Enough to eke out a existence but not enough to plan an escape from his clutches."
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Pedro arrived shortly after twelve and went straight over to the table where Scott sat waiting.
"Dude. Get us a coupla cokes will ya?" he said to Scott who replied "Hi Pedro. Sure."
When Scott returned Pedro told him to sit down. "Scott, you know the deal we made. Well, it's time for you to start earning your keep. And honing your skills. You will start next week; I'll find you guys and negotiate a price. You will get half. The main thing is that you don't disappoint a client, ever.
If you do, they don't come back and I'm not about to accept that. Dude, you ain't some straight boy like Sean over there, you are a faggot and predisposed to suck cock. So you gotta aim to be a better cocksucker every time."
"You understand me so far?" Scott nodded dumbly.
"Carlos is throwing a small party at his place on Saturday night next week. You are invited, so I'll pick you up here at about eight OK?" Scott nodded again. "I know you won't keep me waitin. And remember I will be watchin you all the way. Tomorrow night, you will hook up here with Angel at eight who will help with your training. Gotta go now. Later!"
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Events were beginning to overtake Scott at a pace. He decided to go home, take a coupla Tylenols and rest for a while. He set his alarm to ensure that he would not be late for his appointment with Anthony at three.
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Scott arrived at the playing fields toilet ten minutes early, having made sure the whole area was deserted first. The place still smelled of piss and both stalls were smelly as hell. In the one stall, someone had shot a load of cum against the wall, which had descended and was now almost dry. His dick started to harden tenting his jeans and he felt strangely turned on by the whole scene. He felt this compulsion to get to his knees and lick the remains of the load off the wall; Jesus, he thought, am I fuckin nuts or sumthin. Just then, Anthony entered the toilet and not seeing Scott immediately checked out the stalls. He found him in the end stall, and with a chuckle, said: "That's what I like to see dude. A faggot checkin out the cleanliness of the place for his Master." He laughed and Scott's face turned beetroot red at having been caught out, especially with a hardon clearly showing.
"I'm sorry Anthony. I was just gonna wipe down the toilet seat before you arrived."
"Yeah, right." Anthony replied. He entered the stall forcing Scott back towards the toilet itself, closing the door and sliding the bolt behind him. "Sit down." he instructed Scott, and when he had done so, moved forward and pulled Scott's face into his crotch. "That smell's good huh? Bet you been thinkin about this moment all morning. Now get to work, bitch."
Scott seemed mesmerised by having Anthony's denim-covered crotch in his face, his hard dick clearly outlined underneath. He leant forward and slowly licked Anthony's jeans, running his tongue back and forth along the length of his erect dick. He drew in his breath and smelled the strong odor of the boy's unwashed jeans. Anthony mumbled "That's it, you goddam whore. Make love to my cock."
Scott pulled away slightly and found the catch of the zipper to Anthony's jeans and slowly lowered it all the while looking up at Anthony's sneering face, as if to seek approval of his actions. Anthony slapped his face hard and instructed him: "Take out my dick and get to work on it with your filthy cocksucking mouth, you whore." Scott delved into Anthony's jeans and extracted his now throbbing cock. He lowered himself on to it and slowly started to lick the head. It was oozing precum and Scott licked it off and then proceeded to lick slowly around and around the head. It had an acrid taste and it was clear that Anthony had not showered before meeting up with him. He had on the previous occasion they had met licked piss off this self-same toilet seat, and Scott now recognized the same taste on Anthony's dick. In addition some dried-up remnants of cum were stuck in the pisshole of his dick. Scott found it all over-powering.
Anthony's cock now started to throb and took on this purplish hue. He grabbed Scott's head and pushed his dick into his mouth. "Suck it bitch and keep your lips tight around it. Don't you dare relax the grip of your pussy-mouth." Holding Scott's head tight he slapped his face and slowly but surely entered Scott's mouth with his dick. Scott, being the inexperienced cocksucker he was, started to gag and splutter but Anthony allowed him no breathing space until his cock was fully immersed in his mouth and throat. Eventually, he pulled back slightly until the head of his dick rested on Scott's tongue and then ejaculated until he was spent. He kept his dick in the faggot's mouth and added to his load of cum, two or three spurts of his boy piss, and told Scott to swallow "every last fucking drop".
Anthony extracted his softening dick from Scott's mouth as he continued to suck on it desperately. "Enough whore! Get on your fucking knees in front of me!" With that he turned around, lowered his jeans and grabbing Scott's head from behind him, forced his face into his ass. He grabbed his ass-cheeks pulling them apart and instructed Scott to lick his butt-hole. Scott, as if in a trance, did as he was told.
Anthony pulled up his jeans, buckled up, slapped Scott's face really hard once again, and exited the stall. Scott heard him slam the outside door as he left the toilet.
To be continued........