Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2016 09:22:29 -0400 From: Jase Jason Subject: The Outing of Scott -- Chapter Twenty Four. 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 tremendous source of erotic fiction. Please help to keep it going by making a donation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter Twenty Four. When Scott arrived at the junior high that evening as arranged, he was surprised to find that Logan was already there. He hopped in the car and said "Hi Logan. I'm not late am I?" looking at his watch. "Right on time dude. I left the house a few minutes earlier than I needed to. Got anything in mind for tonite?" Scott shook his head and Logan continued: "I thought maybe we might go to the Games Arcade down at the seafront. You up for it?" "Sure thing." Scott replied. "That'll be great." Logan parked in his usual spot and the pair set off down the esplanade towards the Games Arcade. Scott snuck a look at Logan and liked what he saw. He was attired in a track suit and, even in that, he looked good. Scott mused that some people looked good even in the most casual of outfits. As they approached their destination Scott observed that the usual crew were hanging around the entrance, keeping a close watch on the passing traffic. "Pretty sure those guys were standing there the other night as well." observed Logan. "I wonder what their game is." Scott looked at him to see if he was serious. Apparently he was. "Probably just killing time. Or waiting to molest any chicks that pass." he laughed. They were given the usual hostile looks as they entered the Arcade. Inside it was reasonably busy, mostly guys around their own age. The younger kids swarmed all over the place on Fridays and at weekends. They took up a position at the same table they had occupied on the previous occasion. Scott went over to the dispensing machine and returned with two sodas. They kept an eye on the goings on at the machines and Scott inadvertently caught the eye of one of the younger kids who was looking his way. He immediately regretted it because he knew what was likely to happen. A minute or two passed before the kid, emboldened, approached their table. Scott didn't miss the fact that Logan had his eyes fully trained on him, not without justification he thought. He was beyond cute. "Hiya Scott. Remember me? Anton. I'm friends with Pablo." Scott was sure he hadn't ever spoken with this cute kid previously, he would definitely have remembered, but continued with the charade. "Oh yeah, Anton. This is my friend Logan. What's up Anton?" "Nothing much, just hangin. Pablo was here earlier; you seen him lately?" "Nah. Ain't been around that often. Been kinda busy with other shit." Anton nodded sagely. Anton leaned towards Scott and lowered his voice. "Scott, I was wonderin if maybe you could lend me a coupla bucks. It's like too early to go home and I seem to have run outta dough." He assumed what he considered to be an apologetic air. Scott knew the drill well and always kept a couple of $5 bills in his top pocket. It was truly amazing what a flexible term "lend" was to these young dudes. He fished out a folded note from his top pocket and slipped it across the table towards the soon-to-be debtor. Anton gave Scott a smile and said "Many thanks dude. You are a true friend. I'll be sure to mention to Pablo that I saw you." Turning to Logan he said "Great to have met you Logan. Hope to see you again." Anton returned to his partner at the machines and Logan said: "I hope you realize Scott that you have just been scammed." Scott laughed and said: "Not for the first time Logan. Or the last probably. Are you telling me that if that little hottie had approached you, you would have sent him on his way?" Logan didn't reply, probably because his eyes were still fixed on Anton, who looked back over his shoulder and gave Logan a wink. @@@@ Logan reminded Scott that he had, as promised, brought along a few beers, which were in his car. Scott seemed to cheer up immediately, making Logan smile. Logan continued: "Let's play a coupla games and then find a quiet spot to enjoy em. Whaddya say?" Scott replied: "I say yeah dude." They were about to conclude a final game when Scott, bending over the machine, felt a hand on his shoulder. He straightened up and looked around and was pleasantly surprised to see that his assailant was none other than Pablo, grinning from ear to ear. Pablo said: "Jesus, Scott, I finally ran you down! Where the fuck you been? I missed ya dude." Scott, who turned to jelly whenever he laid eyes on Pablo, replied: "Babe, I been so tied up with other shit that I virtually haven't been down here at all." Laughing, he continued: "You coulda called me dude. You know I woulda come running." Turning to Logan, Scott continued: "Pablo I'd like you to meet my good friend Logan. He lives near to me." The other two said hi to each other and shook hands. Pablo asked: "So, what are you guys up to? You gonna play the machines all night?" Scott replied: "Nah. We were just gonna finish this game. Logan brought along some beer which he has got stashed in his car. We were gonna have a couple cans before going home." Looking at Logan, Scott asked: "Dude, would it be okay if Pablo joined us? I promise I'll get the beer next time." Having laid eyes on Pablo, Logan didn't seem at all put out by the idea. He replied "No problemo Scott." Pablo beamed and excused himself to go to the restroom. In Pablo's absence, Scott asked Logan if he was sure it was okay with him if Pablo joined them for a beer. "Sure Scott. Like I said, no problemo." Scott said he also needed to take a piss and followed Pablo to the bathroom at the rear. Scott entered the restroom and joined Pablo at the urinals. Pablo was just finishing up. Scott looked around to make sure they were alone, then went down on his haunches, took the head of Pablo's stiffening dick in his mouth and gave it a licking. The taste of the younger boy's piss was familiar to him. He got up and addressed Pablo: "Listen dude, just to put you in the picture. Logan is 100% a fag, he just doesn't know it yet. He's expecting a blowjob from me tonite but I figure what he really needs is to do someone himself. Jump the last hurdle as it were. I saw him checking you out; I figure all that is required is a little push to help him on his way. You wanna give it a try?" Pablo laughed and nodded yeah. Always up for a challenge thought Scott. As they exited the restroom, Scott delved into his top pocket and slipped the remaining $5 note he had there into Pablo's hand. @@@@ Scott and Pablo joined Logan at the entrance and they then strolled down to the car. Pablo made a point of chatting with Logan, turning on the charm (not difficult for that little bastard thought Scott) and Logan genuinely appeared flattered. Scott trailed along behind them and left them to it. When they reached the car, Logan turned to Scott and said that maybe the lot was a little too public to be drinking booze. Scott nodded yeah and Pablo piped up suggesting that they drive down the coast road a little to a lookout point where kids often necked at night and where the cops left them to it. "Sounds like a plan." Logan opined. "Whaddya say Scott?" "Fine with me." Scott replied. Pablo made as if to climb in the back but Scott told him: "Get up front dude. You are our guest after all. I'll laze in the back." Pablo directed Logan to the parking spot overlooking the sea and Logan parked off to one side away from two other vehicles. "Good place." observed Logan. Scott found two six-packs of beer under the front seat and asked the other two whether they would care for a beer. "Thank you Jeeves. That's very kind of you." replied Logan. Pablo giggled and took a can from Scott. He drank down half the can; "Real fucking good." was his verdict. Logan was warming to Pablo and loved having him in such close proximity. For his part. Pablo just let Logan sneak glances at him, widening his legs, and engaged in chit-chat mainly with Scott. Pablo asked: "Scott, do you remember this place?" Scott made as if to think about it and replied: "Not sure dude. It does seem kinda familiar." "I sure do." replied Pablo. "This is the place Carlos brought us to the night he arranged for you to give me my very first blowjob. Man, I was scared but he told me just to relax, that you would take good care of me. I sure enjoyed it and often think back on it. It's engraved on my fuckin memory." Logan glanced back to see Scott's reaction. Scott put on a contrived look of embarrassment. Not content with that, Pablo continued: "Actually it's not surprising you don't recognise the place Scott. You did spend most of the evening with your face buried in my crotch and Carlos's too." Turning to Logan he said: "Sorry dude. It only takes one beer to make me all loose-mouthed and horny as fuck." Logan kind of stuttered and said "Not a problem Pablo. We are all friends here." Silence reigned for a minute or two. Pablo drank down the remains of his beer and issued a long sigh of contentment. He pulled the string of the track suit bottoms he was wearing (Scott had recognized the track suit he had bought Pablo), lifted his ass and pushed the bottoms and his briefs down around his ankles. His hard cock stabbed the air. He smiled at Logan saying "One's junk needs to get a breath of sea air occasionally dude." Scott could sense the turmoil going on in Logan's mind. He wanted to go down on this hot boy but just couldn't bring himself to do it. Like crossing the fucking Rubicon, thought Scott! Finally Logan leaned over slightly towards Pablo; Scott placed his arms and elbows on the backrest of his seat and exhorted him softly: "Just do it, Logan. You know you wanna taste his dick. Don't pass the opportunity up. If you don't do it now, he will never give you another chance and you sure as hell will regret it. Not many cuter boys in this neck of the woods believe me. Take him in your mouth, suck him gently and let your instincts take over. And above all, when he cums in your mouth, be sure to swallow his load. If you spit it out, it is the highest form of insult to him. Now, go for it!" Logan seemed to be in a trance but he lowered his head to Pablo's dick, took it inch by inch in his mouth and sucked on the length slowly, using his tongue to swirl around the head and along the base as he sucked. Pablo placed his hands on Logan's head and very gently fucked his mouth; he restrained himself from giving him the rough mouth-fucking he truly deserved. There would be a next time he knew it. Logan would surely be back for more, and willing to pay some sort of tribute for the privilege. Pablo felt his dick harden and knew he would shoot his load imminently. He bent over and whispered in Logan's ear: "I'm close. You gonna swallow my load like a good boy?" Logan nodded yeah as best he could and felt Pablo's dick explode in his mouth spewing out a huge load of boy cum. He struggled to contain it but managed to do so and swallowed it all as Scott had told him he should. He sat back up and said "Thanks Pablo. Hope it was okay for you." Pablo dressed himself and the three of them consumed the last of the beers before returning to town where they dropped Pablo off at the Arcade. Scott and Pablo checked to see whether they still had the other's number on their cell phones. Logan drove home and stopped near the junior high as he had done the previous time. Neither of them said a word for a minute ot two. Scott asked Logan if he needed to get off but Logan smiled and said: "Nah. I'm fine. Shot my load in my pants dude." They both had a good laugh. To be continued...............