Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2015 18:24:56 -0400 From: Jase Jason Subject: The Outing of Scott Chapter Two 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 Two. The following morning, after showering and getting dressed, Scott had still not finally decided whether he would call Carlos. Looking back on the previous day's events, he figured that what had taken place would not have had the same impact on Carlos as it had on him and he did not want to jeopardize any possible relationship with Carlos by appearing to be chasing after him. Carlos had appeared to him to be very much more in control of his actions and emotions than the average guy his age, certainly more so than Scott himself. Scott thought that his best course of action would be to try to behave on the same level of cool as Carlos and slowly nurture the relationship, leaving it to Carlos to dictate the pace. Scott knew quite well how he would have reacted had some lowly freshman or sophomore tried to hang on to his coattails and was determined to avoid a similar thing happening with Carlos. At breakfast his brother Paul sensed that Scott was preoccupied with his own thoughts and was being unusually quiet. In his usual diplomatic way he asked "What the fuck is up with you today, dude?" and when he received no response, continued "I know. You're in love!" laughing uproariously at the same time. Scott spent the morning down at the skatepark, watching the younger kids showing off their skills and then at about three that afternoon went down to the Arcade on the beachfront. He entered without looking around, got himself a coke from the dispenser and took up his now familiar position at a table. After a few minutes he allowed himself a casual glance around the room and was surprised to see Carlos at one of the machines chatting to a young, maybe sixteen year old, latin-looking kid. Carlos looked his way but did not display any recognition and continued chatting with the kid. Scott was now really pleased that he had refrained from calling Carlos earlier. He kept a beady unobtrusive eye on Carlos and the kid. Suddenly they both turned and looked his way before turning back to face each other and apparently continue their conversation. Jesus, thought Scott, with some embarrassment, they were probably discussing me! Shortly thereafter Carlos and the kid got up, high-fived and the kid left the arcade. In keeping his eyes on the kid Scott lost track of Carlos who seemed to have disappeared. A further two minutes had passed when Scott's cellphone rang. Scott answered it and was surprised to hear Carlos' voice on the other end. "Hi Scott. Carlos here. I wanted to catch you before you left or somethin. I'm in the restroom at the back. Why don't you come back here? I'll be waiting." The cell went dead. Scott was slightly pissed at what had taken place but in order not to jeopardize matters further and regret it later, he decided to bury his pride and go to meet Carlos. He entered the restroom which appeared to be deserted and called out softly "Carlos?". "Yea, I'm in the last stall dude. Come through. Ain't nobody else here." Scott walked warily past the urinals and first three stalls which were unoccupied and looked into the fourth, the door being half open. Softly Carlos said: "Get your ass in here dude and close the door." Scott was reluctant to enter the stall but saw the look on Carlos' face and did as he was told. "Ain't it kinda dangerous doin this Carlos?" he asked. "You know, like two dudes in the one stall?" "Don't concern yourself dude. I know the manager guy and there ain't no cameras or shit like that. Let me decide if it is dangerous or not." "OK." Scott replied not wanting to antagonize Carlos any further. Carlos continued: "You enjoy yourself last night Scott? Huh? I did, thought it was great." "Yea Carlos. Me too." "That's cool babe. That's why I thought we could have a quickie in here so long, and maybe meet up later tonite with more time on our hands. Unless, of course, you have other plans for later." Scott shook his head no, although he had in fact intended to go to the library that evening. Carlos moved around so that his back was towards the door, slid the bolt, and told Scott to sit on the toilet seat and rest his back against the cistern. "Lift your legs up." he instructed and took hold of Scott's ankles holding them high, at the same time moving forward between his legs so that his crotch was in Scott's face. "Only one pair of feet visible under the door now." he said smiling. "You gotta lean your head forward a bit dude but I'm sure you can manage that." And so it was that Scott experienced his first bout of toilet sex. Under instructions from Carlos, he unzipped Carlos' jeans, took out his lengthening dick and sucked and tongued feverishly on it determined to do a better job than he had the night before. "You are doin real good Scott. You can probably feel I'm gonna cum soon; I have a real big load for you as a reward for your efforts." He laughed quietly to himself. "Here it comes dude. Make sure you keep my dick in your mouth and swallow it down, every fuckin drop. OK?" When Carlos was spent, he extracted his dick from Scott's mouth and told him to squeeze out the last drops of his load on to his tongue, swallow it and then lick his dick clean. Before exiting the restroom Carlos told Scott he would pick him up outside the Arcade at eight that evening. "Don't be late dude." he advised him. He continued: "Oh, by the way, you don't happen to have a few bucks on you do you? I'll need some dough for beer." Scott handed him the $17 he had on him and Carlos departed. Scott looked around the restroom; it was still deserted. He re-entered the stall he and Carlos had occupied, locked the door, took out his hard dick and shot a large wad of cum himself. He saw his thick load slowly descend the wall of the stall. He zipped up and left for home feeling surprisingly elated and at peace with himself. @@@@ That evening both Scott's mother and his younger brother Paul wanted to know what his plans were for later. He gave them noncommittal answers and wished to himself that they would mind their business. Why were they always so nosy about his affairs? Especially Paul. His brother had even suggested a couple of days ago that they should hang out together sometime before school recommenced. Jesus, thought Scott, imagine if they ran into Carlos or something. From what he had gleaned from Carlos' behavior so far, he wasn't sure that he would necessarily care about protecting Scott's privacy. And how would he explain to Mr. Nosy how he had come to know Carlos and how come they were hanging together. He began to understand the tightrope that the gay guys at school had to traverse. At about 7.30 that evening he quietly left the house. He noticed that Paul had already left and commandeered their car. Typical! He made his way down to the beach and arrived at the Arcade in good time before eight. He hung around the entrance and received looks from the two or three guys whose practice it was to do that every day. It wasn't too long before an older man pulled up in his car and one of the guys went over, stuck his head through the passenger window and then got in. Kinda weird, thought Scott, although he realized what was probably going on. A few minutes after eight Carlos pulled up and Scott went over to the car. He was surprised to see that the kid that Carlos had been chatting with that afternoon was with Carlos. "Get in the back Scott." said Carlos. When he had done so, Carlos introduced the other guy to Scott as his "cuz", Pedro, who in turn greeted him looking him over with a smile. Up close Scott could see that Pedro was an extremely attractive young guy and, in common with people like that Scott had encountered at school, was probably well aware of it. "I got hold of some beer so I thought we could park somewhere secluded and enjoy them. You guys up for it?" Carlos enquired. "Hell yeah!" replied Pedro and Scott said "Sure, Carlos." Carlos parked in exactly the same spot he had used the previous evening and once again there were only one or two other cars in sight. "The beers are at your feet Scott. Pass a couple over and help yourself dude." Once they had settled back and were enjoying a first beer, Pedro turned to Scott and said: "Carlos tells me you go Ridge High School." Scott replied "Yeah." Pedro continued "I know another gay guy at your school. He lives to gobble on my dick." Both he and Carlos laughed. Scott thought "another gay guy". Pedro clearly figured he was gay too. He said nothing and didn't pursue the subject. Pedro continued: "I only know him as Andy. I guess that's all that's necessary, huh?" Carlos turned to Scott and explained: "Pedro is also very much into gay guys Scott. Just like me. Best head ever, huh, Pedro?" "Hell yeah!" replied Pedro. "I got this theory that it's somehow built into their DNA. You just gotta know how to play your cards. It helps, of course, if you can identify fags; I can tell just by the looks they give me." Scott clearly saw where this discussion was leading and decided "what the hell!" Here were two hot guys needing to get off. Who was he to deprive them of that? He also realized that he was going to end up blowing them tonite whether he wanted to or not. It was that simple. When they had drunk their second beers Carlos turned to Pedro and said: "Dude, I promised Scott this afternoon that he could suck my dick this evening. He's kinda new so maybe he ain't yet into having an audience. Why don't you get another beer from Scott and go for a little walk while he does his thing?" Pedro said: "Cool, no problem cuz. I gotta take a piss anyway. If Scott wants to taste my dick too when you are done, he only has to ask." Pedro exited the car and Carlos indicated with his head that Scott should get up front. Scott climbed into the front passenger seat as Carlos pushed his seat backrest flat, slid forward and opened his legs. "Go for it Scott." was all the said. Scott leaned over and started to rub Carlos' already hard dick through his jeans. He unzipped Carlos, inserted his hand into his jeans and dug his cock out through the opening in his briefs. Carlos lifted his ass and without being told Scott snapped open the top button of his jeans and slid them and his briefs down until they were around Carlos' ankles. "Like what you see, huh?" Carlos mumbled but Scott didn't even bother to reply. He hungrily went down on Carlos' dick and slipped the hot silky head into his mouth licking it feverishly around and around. He was surprised to find that it still tasted of Carlos' load from that afternoon but that was incredibly intoxicating to him. Carlos said: "Dude, you still have to learn to suck out a load from my dick. That means keeping your lips tight around it while it slides in and out of your mouth. No fucking hands, neither mine nor yours, OK?" Scott nodded yeah without missing a stroke. It was hard work but Scott took to the task with gusto and it felt to him that this was where his place was and that he had always been meant to service guys like Carlos. After about fifteen long minutes Carlos started to grunt and shot about five or six ropes of cum into Scott's willing mouth. He needed no urging to run the thick load around his mouth and over his tongue, enjoying it's nutty taste, and then swallowing the load that Carlos had bestowed upon him. Carlos pulled up his jeans and smiled at Scott. "I gotta say you are one hell of a fast learner, dude. Pedro is sure to want to have his dick sucked; I hope you are up for it. He takes no shit from his cocksuckers." Carlos exited the car leaving the seat as it was and walked over to Pedro who was sitting on a rock nearby. "Your turn, dude. He's new at it so cut him some slack. He's a born cocksucker though." Pedro opined: "Well, he's gotta learn, the sooner the better." He ambled over to the car and got into the driver's seat. He looked over at Scott who appeared to him to be a little the worse for wear. He smiled to himself; Carlos sure made them cocksuckers work for it. "So, dude, what's happening here?" he asked Scott, who replied softly "I was wonderin if you wanted for me to suck you off. If so, I'm here." Jesus, thought Pedro, what a snivellin little asshole! "Well, that's what I thought we were here for Scott. Certainly not to enjoy the view." He slid his jeans down around his ankles (Christ! No undies, thought Scott), turned to Scott and told him to get to work. Scott was to learn even then that no two blowjobs were the same. Whereas Carlos liked to lay back and just let his cocksucker go to town on his dick, Pedro was an active participant. His dick was not quite as large as Carlos' (about 6.5" when erect) but as Scott was able later to attest, no dick would ever match it's steel-like strength. The act itself consisted of Pedro holding down the sucker's head in a vice-like grip and, bucking like a bronco, fucking his mouth down to the cock's hilt and ignoring any pleas for relief if the gag reflex kicked in. Many was the time when he would ejaculate with the head of his dick in his sucker's throat, thus his load might by-pass the sucker's mouth and tongue altogether. After Pedro had shot his load into Scott's mouth, he pulled up his jeans and, smiling, addressed Scott: "Dude, you can think about that when jerking off your wiener tonite. So, what's it to be? You want to swing on my dick again sometime? Take it a bit further maybe? Make yourself available to please me at any time I want? Do chores for me? Help me out with a few bucks when I'm short? Take care of my friends too? The possibilities are endless, dude. If so, let me have your cellphone number before we drop you off." Scott truly never saw this coming but knew that he wanted to see this really hot young guy again. He merely said "I'm available if you want to see me again." Pedro said "Cool man." and yelled for Carlos to rejoin them. To be continued......