Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2015 08:17:55 -0400 From: Jase Jason Subject: The Outing of Scott. Chapter Ten. Gay Authoritarian. THE OUTING OF SCOTT This is a work of fiction. If you are underage, object to gay erotic fiction, or it is illegal where you are, please leave now. This work is copyright and remains the intellectual property of the author. Any reproduction, either in part or in whole, without the express, written permission of the author is strictly forbidden. Nifty is a terrific source of erotic fiction. Please help to keep it going by making a donation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter Ten. After Scott had spoken with Anthony he felt a sense of helplessness come over him. He just didn't have Anthony's dough and had no idea where he was going to get it. He was only going to get his allowance next week and his father had always made it quite clear that he would not agree to "advances". He had explained to both sons that this was for their own good; it would teach them financial responsibility. They had to learn how to manage their money and to refrain from "over-spending", as he put it. Scott had had a couple of hundred bucks of his birthday money put aside but even that was now exhausted as Pedro, and then Angel, had wheedled all of it out of him under one pretext or another. Those guys never had money, or so it seemed, so to approach them for help would be out of the question. They would laugh in his face. He knew though that he had to find the dough as Anthony would clearly brook no shit from him. The only person he knew who had money was his bro Paul and he was beginning to wonder if he might not have to do the "unthinkable" and ask him for a loan. It would have consequences he knew but there wasn't much option. Paul was a cheap little bastard and hoarded every fucking cent that came his way. If he asked some little bitch to go to the movies with him, he would chance his arm and see if she would meet him inside the movie house, thus avoiding to have to buy her a ticket. Amazingly he got away with it sometimes; he knew he was cute and girls were keen on dating him. That night after supper Scott knocked on Paul's bedroom door and entered on Paul's say-so. Paul looked up and, with a smirk, said: "And to what do I owe the honor of this visit dude?" Scott, hiding his discomfort, replied: "Paul, I was wondering if I might ask a favor of you." When Paul said nothing, Scott continued: "I'm kinda financially embarrassed at the moment and I'm in a bit of a bind. Would you mind lending me sixty bucks until we get our allowances? I need the dough by Friday." Paul assumed this hard-done-by expression and said: "Jesus Christ dude, what the fuck do you do with your money? A big bro asking his lil bro for a loan! That's gotta be a first." Scott knew he had to go along with this charade; Paul would milk it for all it was worth. Scott replied: "I really don't wanna talk about it Paul. It just happened. I promise it will be the first and last time. It's only until next week dude." Paul adopted this whining voice and put-upon attitude. "I'm not very keen on the idea bro. I do my best to save the little I have over from my allowance and I never expected that I would have to act like a fuckin bank. And what's more I put my money on deposit so I'm gonna lose interest on it." "I had intended to pay you back sixty five bucks dude. So that should make up for it." Paul appeared to give it a little thought. "Well OK then. But it's only coz you my big bro." Scott replied: "Thanks a lot Paul." He left for his own room. Paul smiled to himself and thought that something weird was going on with that guy. He would really have to find out. @@@@ On Friday Paul came through with the money much to Scott's relief, reminding him that the loan was repayable the following week. Later that afternoon at five Scott walked down to the corner below his house and awaited Anthony's arrival. As he knew would happen, Anthony was not there on time and after about ten minutes he saw him sauntering up the street, hands in his pockets. "Glad you could make it dude." Anthony greeted him. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me." Scott said nothing and fished the three twenties Paul had given him out of the front pocket of his jeans and handed them over to Anthony. The notes disappeared as if by magic into Anthony's rear pocket. He continued: "About tomorrow night dude. Why don't you come down to my place at about seven thirty? Ain't gonna be no big deal, just the two of us and my bud. Helluva cool dude, you'll see. No need to bring nuthin; I got dough for beer and some weed (oh! the irony of it, thought Scott) and we may even get our hands on a porn vid to spice things up." He explained to Scott where he lived and, with a threatening look, extracted a promise from him to be there. "No fuckin excuses, dude!" Now, as luck would have it, Paul had spotted Anthony a few minutes earlier and out of curiosity had followed his progress, first riding his bike and later pushing it at a distance in order not to arouse Anthony's attention. Paul's riding his bike around the neighborhood was not an uncommon occurrence and he explained it to his beaming father as part of his overall keep-fit campaign. In reality he was keeping a beady eye out for new arrivals in the neighborhood who perchance had daughters among the brood. When that happened he would introduce himself and help carry a couple of boxes into the house before explaining that he had to move on to complete some chore or other. No harm in being first on the scene he believed; on one occasion he had made the acquaintance of a seventeen-year-old and had managed to spend an evening making out with her, before she discovered his real age. Of course, that relationship had come to an abrupt end but it had been worth it he figured especially whenever he saw the look of discomfort on her face whenever she saw him thereafter. To see her scuttle away when she saw him approach anywhere near her at school was fuckin hilarious. @@@@ The following night Paul commandeered the car as usual (he had a date with some geeky looking chick who was rumored to put out) and so Scott had to make his way down to Anthony's apartment complex on foot. He found the correct apartment and knocked hesitantly on the front door. Anthony opened the door and with mock surprise greeted Scott with a wink: "Well, well. This is a surprise! But a welcome one dude. Come in." They made their way through to Anthony's bedroom and a voice from elsewhere in the apartment shouted "Who is it Anthony?" Obviously Anthony's old girl. He shouted back "Just a bud from school Mom. We are goin out for a bit. See ya later OK?" To Scott he said "Let's make a move dude. In a minute she'll start this fuckin interrogation. I can live without it." He quickly slipped a small brown bag from under his mattress into the inside pocket of his jacket, recovered a shopping bag obviously containing two six-packs of beer from his wardrobe, and led the way out of the apartment. Scott was surprised when their destination turned out to be within the same apartment complex, just across the parking lot. Anthony gave a loud rat-a-tat-tat on the front door and it was answered almost immediately by this young dude who seemed vaguely familiar to Scott. He was pretty sure he wasn't at school with him but it sometimes happened that one recognized a face merely due to the fact that the guy lived in the same neighborhood. "Hi Julian. Lemme introduce you to Scott. He is the junior I was tellin you about from our school." Julian gave a little knowing smile and said "Hi Scott. Real nice to meet you. Any friend of Ant's is a friend of mine." Anthony handed the bag containing the beer to Julian and suggested that he pop a few cans to get the evening started. "Thanks for bringin the beer Ant. I'm a little short this week." Anthony replied "No problem Julian. You can do the honors next time." While Julian went into the kitchen area with the beers, Anthony rolled a joint. To Scott he said "Sit over on the couch dude. Make yourself comfortable." He himself selected an occasional chair opposite. Julian returned with the beers and handed one each to his guests, sitting next to Scott on the couch. Anthony had lit the joint and soon they were passing it around from one to the other while taking slugs of their beer. Julian had selected to wear his trusty light grey track-suit bottoms with a dark blue t-shirt minus sleeves and old white sneakers. As usual his hair was spiked on top and short around the sides. He knew that he turned heads where ever he went. Scott meanwhile had not been slow to pick up on how hot this new acquaintance was. He thought that maybe he was a little young but jesus the rest of him made up for that in trumps. Julian of course had noticed that Scott was sneaking a look at him whenever he thought he could get away with it. "Did you manage to borrow that porn vid dude?" Anthony asked Julian. "Yeah, I did Ant. It's kinda old though. Like from the ark, you know." he laughed. "And, like it's got this chick in it. I dunno if that's gonna appeal to Scott here." He gave Anthony this knowing look. Anthony replied "Julian, it's still like two to one dude. Scott's gonna have to grin and bear it. And, who knows, Scott may appreciate the fact that it gets two young dudes like us horny as fuck." Julian got up and loaded the disc into the DVD player. Soon two latino guys with real big cocks were spit-roasting this petite little Japanese chick and going at it hammer and tongs. If truth be told it was unlikely that any of the boys had seen a spit-roast before but the effect was instantaneous. Anthony was laughing his ass off and pointed out to Scott the bulge in Julian's pants. He informed Scott "I've never seen a dude more horny than that bastard over there. All the young stuff in junior high must be frightened to death of him." Both he and Julian laughed uproariously, while Scott himself was contemplating the very real possibility that he might soon be tasting the object in Julian's pants which was bursting to get free. Julian slid his ass forward on the couch and opened his legs wide. He instructed Scott: "Don't just sit there wasting time admiring it cocksucker. Get my dick out and go to work on it." Scott placed his hand over the bulge in Julian's pants and felt his throbbing dick. "Get it out boy!" he heard Anthony say from across the room. Julian lifted his ass and Scott instinctively loosened the string of his track-suit bottoms and pushed them together with his briefs down around his ankles. Before him the most beautiful cock he had ever seen stood at attention waiting to be serviced. He lunged forward so that he could take the head of Julian's dick in his mouth licking it voraciously and tasting the remains of his most recent urination mixed with the sticky taste of his by now copiously oozing precum. It was a craving that he now knew he would seek out in future at every available opportunity. Julian started to fuck his mouth ferociously, holding his head in place with both hands so as to achieve complete penetration until eventually he came with wild abandon in Scott's willing mouth. Julian slumped back on the sofa and instructed Scott: "Swallow every damn drop cocksucker and lick my dick until it's real clean." After a minute or two he pushed Scott aside and went through to the bathroom. @@@@ During the time that Julian had ravaged Scott's mouth and throat Anthony had sat in his chair slowly massaging his own hard dick as he watched the performance before him. Jesus, he thought with a quiet chuckle, that fucking Julian sure didn't hold back! When Julian returned to the living room, the three of them settled back and smoked another joint and drank yet another beer. Anthony had yet to come, and after a while he went over to Scott and encouraged him to take two deep sniffs from a bottle of poppers he had acquired from a guy at the apartments and pushed him through to the bathroom. "I gotta piss dude. You know the drill." he informed Scott, who dutifully lifted the seat of the toilet bowl, made way so that Anthony could face the bowl, went behind him and enveloping him with one arm, held his half-erect dick as he pissed a stream into the bowl. As he pissed Anthony stuck two of his fingers through the stream and, half turning around, pushed them into Scott's mouth allowing him to suck them clean. When he had finally finished urinating he moved back and pushed Scott down on to the seat. Scott took his now hard dick into his mouth, licked off the remaining droplets and started to suck slowly on Anthony's dick. "Suck it slowly until I come bitch, no fuckin hands, hear?" he instructed the by now almost exhausted Scott. Finally, Anthony shot a good load into his cocksucker's mouth. Scott licked the boy's cock clean, replaced it in his jeans, and they returned to the living room. @@@@ After imbibing the last of the beers, Anthony decided that he and Scott should depart for home. As they were leaving, Julian slipped a piece of paper into Scott's hand and whispered to him "Call me OK?" Scott nodded yeah and followed Anthony out the door. To be continued..........