THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Eight
Scott had been dreading meeting up with Angel that night. But he knew better than to fail to turn up. He had no idea of what to expect from him and the thought that matters would not pan out too well would not go away. Sean, and even Carlos, had warned him that Pedro was not to be trifled with but, apart from that intimidating thought, he really had no option but to accept the situation as he was almost as fearful of Anthony as he was of Pedro. Anthony was a few years younger than Pedro, still in high school, but he had shown clearly what he was all about and that he would not brook any bullshit from him. Scott had no doubt in his mind that if he did not come up with Anthony's dough, Paul would be informed in some way or another that he was gay. The thought of that happening was even more terrifying than the situation as it was. Paul was a ruthless little bastard who had no feeling for him at all and who would exploit the situation for all he was worth. Tears started to well up in his eyes as he reflected on the fix he had got himself into and why? he thought. To satisfy his compulsion to suck some guys' cocks?
At about 7.15 he sought out his mother and told her he was going out for a coupla hours to visit a friend and, dressed as he was in old clothes so as not to arouse interest from Paul should he see him leave, slipped out of the house and made his way down to the beachfront and the Arcade. The place had it's usual scattering of teens pitting their skills against the machines; what the fuck satisfaction did they get out of it, he wondered. Some of them stared at him with knowing looks as he entered, one or two of them as young as maybe 12 years old. Well, there you had your answer he thought. He saw Sean and greeted him; he looked really hot as usual. To have him as a boyfriend, that would be a catch!
He fetched a couple of sodas from the dispenser and went over to Sean and put one in front of him. "Thanks." said Sean. "So, what's up with you?"
"Pedro told me to hook up here with some guy named Angel." Scott replied. "Do you know him?"
"Oh really? Yeah, I know him. Pedro pimps him out too. Cute latino dude. They seem to be real close. Pedro says jump, Angel says how high. I wonder sometimes if he ain't Pedro's boyfriend, although there's no fuckin question who's the boss. He's like Pedro's gofer."
"Thanks Sean. I won't bother you no more. I'll wait over at my usual table." Sean mumbled "No problem" and, Scott noticed, had already resumed his watch over the comings and goings at the front door.
At eight o'clock on the dot a young guy of about eighteen entered the place, looked around and seeing Scott, went over to him. He had the usual latin good looks, light olive skin, dark luxuriant hair, deep brown eyes, attractive features, and a hard well-defined looking body. He was nicely turned out although the baggy-type trousers weren't to Scott's taste.
"Scott?" he enquired. Scott nodded yeah and he said "I'm Angel." He continued: "I gotta place down the street. Let's go there, OK?" He turned around, headed for the door and Scott followed. Nothing further was said until they reached an out of the way motel which Scott had never noticed before.
Angel went directly to a specific room, pulled out a key, opened the door and entered. Scott followed and Angel, over his shoulder, told him to close and bolt the door.
"Pedro tells me you are a high school boy huh?" Scott nodded and Angel continued: "Very nice! That's a major plus. The customers love dudes like you. Are you gay?" Scott hesitated and Angel laughing said: "Well, dude, there's no doubt in Pedro's mind on that score. He can spot a true or potential cocksucker from a mile away. What we gotta do is tap into that inclination and maximise it. Understand one thing though, Pedro is the boss and you do whatever the fuck he tells you. That way, you will avoid a lot of grief. Capiche?"
Angel continued: "Pedro's a busy guy so I look after all kinds of stuff for him. You probly won't see him all that much so you will work through me. OK?" Scott nodded. "I'll let you know if there's some dude needs takin care of. Where to go. How much you gotta collect from him. That's all in the details though. We'll work it out. Just remember a coupla important things at all times. You gotta be professional, like never be late for an appointment. Be polite and friendly; that way the customer will always return. And above all, perform at your best sexually no matter what. You got that?" Scott nodded again.
"Jesus, dude. Stop nodding like a fuckin parrot! Say - "Yeah, I understand Angel." Scott did as he was told.
Angel got up and told Scott to strip all the way. He himself shucked off his trousers, removed his shirt and, in only his short plaid boxers, went over to the bed and lay on his back, head on the pillows and legs spread. "Hang my stuff over that chair, will ya?" Scott complied and stood there not knowing what was expected of him next.
Angel looked him over. "Turn around.
And get your hands off your junk." Scott was embarrassed to find that his cock was becoming erect. Angel pronounced judgement: "You are cute, babe. Nice ass!" Scott blushed and Angel laughed.
Angel turned serious and instructed Scott to remove his, Angel's, sneakers and socks, climb on the bed, and kneel at his feet. "Now make love to and worship my body. Let's see what you are made of bitch." Scott hesitated and Angel berated him: "Jesus, man, what's the fuckin problem? Are you deaf or sumthin? You better learn to be obedient bitch, or grief is gonna come knockin at your door. Now get movin and lick my feet."
Scott leant forward, took Angel's right foot in his hand, lifted it and started to slowly lick the bottom of it from the heel up to Angel's toes. It was obvious that Angel hadn't exactly stepped out of the shower but Scott found the light sweaty odor and musky taste strangely intoxicating. His dick hardened even more. He started to lick between Angel's toes and moved up a little so that he could suck on them individually. He looked up at Angel who now had his eyes closed and appeared to be completely relaxed. Scott lifted Angel's left foot and gave it similar treatment. Angel moaned quietly as Scott licked and sucked on his feet and toes.
Angel wasn't muscular but had a hard defined physique. His legs weren't hairy as one might have expected, but he had a light covering of soft hair, like a boy's, from below his knees down to his ankles. Scott used the tip of his tongue to ascend Angel's lower legs until he reached his hard thighs. He prised Angel's legs further apart to allow him access to the inside of his thighs which he licked vigorously, slowly approaching the promise of his cock and balls which were clearly visible now stretching against his boxer shorts. Angel lifted his ass allowing Scott to push down and remove his boxers. Angel's throbbing cock lay against his stomach allowing Scott full access to his balls. The young aspiring cocksucker lunged towards Angel's nuts but Angel told him: "Not yet bitch." With that he lifted his legs in the air, grasped them with his arms around the back of his thighs, displaying his brownish colored hole to Scott.
"Now listen to me you little fucking whore. I want your face in my ass and your cocksucking lips kissing my hole. You understand? Lick around my hole, get it real wet, and slowly insert that whore tongue of yours as far as it will go. And keep your tongue licking down there until I tell you to stop."
After what seemed like forever to Scott, Angel grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up over his cock and balls. Scott, as if by nature, started to lick all around Angel's nuts with his darting tongue and then up and down the underside of his quite thick uncut seven-incher, revelling in the taste of his copiously oozing precum. After two or three minutes, Angel informed him: "I'm close bitch. Get my cock in your whore mouth and start to suck it real hard and fast until I shoot my load over your tongue and into your throat." It didn't take long before Scott felt Angel ejaculate over his tongue; Angel grabbed Scott's head forcing his cock into his mouth all the way down to his pubes and shot the remains of his load into Scott's spluttering throat.
Having recovered, Angel got up off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. Over his shoulder he told Scott: "Grab your stuff and get the fuck out of here. Expect a call in a coupla days."
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Wesley was really disappointed when Julian had left so suddenly after his previous visit. He admired Julian immensely; he was such a cool guy. And so attractive!
Wesley had become used to being labelled a fag at school and, although he didn't really understand the true meaning of the word, he knew that those guys at school looked down on him probably because he didn't swear all the time and was polite to the teachers and adults in general. Well, if they didn't want to be friends with him, that was their loss. Deep down though, he knew that he longed for the company of those guys and that he would do almost anything for them if they would only allow him to be around them. He really hoped that Julian had meant it when he had promised to visit again.
Wesley had been around nine or ten when his parents had split up. His father had left and subsequently remarried. So he was alone with his mother after that. Something then happened that Wesley would never have believed possible. His mother met this man at some or other event connected with her job and they began seeing each other. He was a widower and had one son called Bob who was now in his second year at college. He was twenty.
Wesley's mom and Bob's dad amazingly enough decided that they would marry and the couple plus himself and Bob moved in together under one roof. It didn't turn out that badly and his stepfather treated him well enough, even to the extent of building a pad for him at the rear of the house. He loved it there although at the back of his mind he always suspected the old guy had an ulterior motive, like getting him out of the house.
When they had all moved in together Wesley was ten and his stepbro was eighteen. The age difference being what it was, they didn't hang out together although Wesley couldn't say that Bob was unkind to him in any way. Wesley did notice, however, that Bob was inclined to treat him a little like the guys at school. If Bob had someone from school over to visit, there might be a few comments passed privately and smiles exchanged. The visiting guy might also ask Wesley if he was trying out for this or that team at school, despite the fact that he probably knew that Wesley wasn't into that stuff.
When Bob was still at home and he, Wesley, hadn't yet moved out of the house, their individual bedrooms were adjacent with a shared bathroom in between. Bob wasn't at all shy about undressing in Wesley's presence and he would occasionally walk through the bathroom into Wesley's bedroom completely nude, ostensibly to fetch something. It did kinda surprise Wesley although he had to admit he liked it. It kinda demonstrated a bond of sorts. One time Wesley had been sitting at his computer and Bob walked in, asked him what he was doing and then walked over and stood next to his chair looking at the screen. His dick had been almost adjacent to Wesley's face no more than a coupla feet away in fact. Bob didn't appear to think that anything was untoward but Wesley found his own dick getting hard. And Bob, thought Wesley, smelled so good! On another occasion Bob had entered his room nude and had sat next to Wesley on the bed leaning over to check what he was reading. All the while, he had kept his legs apart and, when he caught Wesley looking at his cock, he had smiled and punched Wesley softly on the shoulder.
Wesley began to look forward to Bob visiting him in his bedroom.
Wesley himself was not ashamed of his body or his looks. A couple of the girls he was friendly with at school had told him he was cute and, although he was slight, his body was nicely proportioned. He wore his fair hair slightly longer than was the current fashion. One evening shortly before Bob had left for college, Wesley had taken a shower and was standing outside the stall drying himself. Bob happened to walk in on him and they smiled at each other. Bob walked up to him, turned him around and enveloped him in his arms from behind, nuzzling his neck and placing his flat hand on Wesley's abdomen. Wesley felt the hard bulge of Bob's dick against him; Bob gave him a slap on the butt and went back to his room without saying a word.
Wesley was relaxing on his bed when the ring of his cellphone roused him from his reverie. He didn't recognize the number of the caller.
"Hello? Wesley speaking."
"Hi. It's Julian here. I been meanin to call but I've been kinda busy. I thought maybe I would take you up on your invitation to visit some time. That's if the invitation still stands."
"Of course Julian. That would be great."
"OK then. How about tomorrow night?" Julian replied: "Perfect. See you then."
Wesley resolved to do anything that was necessary to keep Julian as a friend.
Meanwhile an evil smile passed over Julian's face. Maybe tomorrow he would get this fuckin monkey off his back. He would finally get his cock sucked.
To be continued...........