Date: Sat, 18 Apr 2015 18:44:31 -0400
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Outing of Scott.    Chapter One.    (High School)

*THE OUTING OF SCOTT*


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 Chapter one.


 The day that Scott had been dreading dawned; the day when school re-opened
after the Spring break. What really pissed him off was that what had
transpired was really nobody's business but his own, but he knew that it
would be portentous in the high school environment and any hint of it had
the capacity to spread like wildfire among the other kids. He was a junior
and there had never been any suggestion throughout his school years that he
might be gay; jesus, he had been completely unaware of the possibility
himself until two weeks ago when the incident took place. He knew that once
someone was labelled a fag, whether it was true or not, that person's life
was made a misery and the knowing looks and snide remarks never ceased. He
figured that he might well be able to weather such a storm (after all he
had always been able to handle bullies and to stand up for himself
physically) but the thought of it reaching his parents' ears frightened
him. If the word spread among the other kids at school, there was little
doubt that his younger brother Paul, who was a freshman, would become aware
of it too (nothing of "importance" ever escaped that little bastard's
attention), and like night followed day, his parents would be put in the
picture. He admitted to himself that he had always been a little afraid of
Paul and his reaction to the suggestion that his older brother was a fag
might, one way or the other, have unpleasant consequences for him.


 @@@@


 Scott had spent a lot of the time during Spring break on his own as his
best friend Pete had been away with his parents visiting family in another
state. He had usually gone to the beach in the mornings and in the
afternoons had mooched around the seafront attractions, such as they were,
killing time. He found himself drawn often to one of the amusement arcades
where there was always a crowd of teenagers pitting their skills against
the machines. On one such afternoon, he had gone to the bathroom at the
back to relieve himself and, while doing so at one of the urinals, a young
guy about his age entered and pulled up at a urinal himself. Scott had paid
no attention but after a moment had sensed that the other guy was looking
his way. The guy caught his eye, said hi and smiled. Scott returned the
greeting and simultaneously became aware that as the guy pissed, he was
stroking his dick which was fast becoming erect. Scott quickly retracted
his dick inside his jeans and made for the door; disconcertingly he
realized that he himself was becoming erect. What the fuck was happening?
he thought. Normally Scott would have made a beeline for the exit, but he
suddenly felt this compulsion to stay. He made for one of the standing
tables opposite the machines, grabbed a stool and sat down to weigh things
up. If Scott had felt that he should leave, his raging hard dick was
telling him another story.


 A few minutes passed and eventually, out of the corner of his eye, Scott
saw the guy emerge from the bathroom at the back of the room. He stood for
a moment looking around and when he saw Scott, a little smirk of knowledge
passed over his face and he headed directly for Scott's table.


 "Hi again." he said with a smile. "Thought you might not have left. Mind
if I join you?"


 "Go ahead. Have a seat." Scott replied.


 "I'm Carlos by the way. And you are?"


 "Scott." came the mumbled reply.


 Carlos just nodded. "I've seen you in here quite often recently and
wondered what the attraction was. Lotta cute boys, huh?" Scott remained
silent and Carlos smiled and continued: "Don't sweat it dude. It's no big
deal."


 Scott by now had regained his composure. "Listen Carlos. Nice meeting you
but I really have to get going. Meeting up with my bro in a while."


 "OK, man. Feel like meeting up like at around eight tonight? You can buy
me a beer....or sumpin." replied Carlos with a smile.


 Scott turned around and made for the exit.


 @@@@


 At supper that evening, Paul announced that he had been invited to a party
at the house of one of his classmates. His mother told him not to be too
late in getting home and asked Scott what his plans were. Scott replied
that he had no fixed arrangements as yet but that he might visit a friend
from school. If not he might just have an early night.


 Scott had since that afternoon been thinking back about his crossing the
path of Carlos at the Arcade and still did not know what to make of it.
What was it all about? Why had Carlos so clearly singled him out to chat
with? And, jesus, he was certain that Carlos had been stroking his dick
right there in front of him in the bathroom! That was really fucking weird!
What was even more weird was the fact that he himself had become erect as a
result. Now, a couple of hours later, he was still trying to sum up his
reaction to it. He knew that normally he would by now have put the whole
episode behind him and forgotten about it but somehow he was intrigued by
it all and felt an unfamiliar stirring in his balls.


 At about 7.15 he decided, as he really all along knew he would, to go down
to the beach and see if Carlos would turn up. He arrived at his destination
in good time and settled down with a coke at the same table he had occupied
earlier. By eight o'clock Carlos had not arrived and he felt a sense of
disappointment. Jesus, dude, he thought to himself, did you really expect
the guy to stick to his word? He sat for a while longer and suddenly he
spied Carlos entering the Arcade. He perked up and was pleased when Carlos,
after greeting a couple of other guys, came over to his table.


 Carlos smiled and said "Hiya Scott, glad you could make it. Feel like
getting me a coke? Don't worry, I have a few beers in my car we can have
later." So the guy had a car, that was interesting! Scott and Paul shared
an old beat-up vehicle but, since he had obtained a licence, Paul seemed to
monopolize the use of it. Scott went over to the dispenser and returned
with a coke which he placed in front of Carlos who thanked him.


 Carlos continued to look around the room and Scott took the opportunity to
look his new acquaintance over. Jesus, he thought to himself, the guy is
really hot-looking. Carlos stood about 5'8" and probably weighed in at
about 145lbs. He was slim and well-proportioned, sported a short stylish
haircut and to top it off, had attractive features. He wore dark blue
jeans, sneakers and a black tee. Scott reflected that he was the sort of
cool friend he had always wanted.


 Carlos said: "Well, dude, ain't much goin on here. You feel like leavin?
We can have a beer in the car."


 "Sure" replied Scott. "Sounds good."


 They left the Arcade, found Carlos' car, and were soon on their way.
Carlos drove well and seemed to know exactly what his destination was. He
explained that they could park at a spot well-patronized by local teenagers
at weekends but would probably be quiet on a week night; it would thus be
possible to drink a beer or two without being disturbed. He duly parked and
as he had foreseen there was little activity apart from one car some
distance away.


 "There are some beers behind the seat Scott. Grab us a couple will ya?"
Scott did as he was asked and while they drank the first beer, and then a
second, Carlos elicited from Scott where he went to school, etc. Scott
wasn't used to drinking alcohol and after the second beer had a buzz going.
The conversation evaporated and Carlos proceeded to let the backrest of his
seat down, slid his ass forward, and let out a contented sigh. "That's
better." he informed his new friend. Scott meanwhile was becoming
uncomfortable with this new development but was not quite sure how he
should react. He noticed that Carlos had started to rub his dick through
his jeans and soon it became apparent that he was becoming erect. Carlos
leaned over and placed his right hand over Scott's hand and moved it
towards his crotch. "Take over dude." he instructed Scott. "Rub it a
little." Despite everything, Scott did as he was told and felt the
throbbing dick through Carlos' jeans. Carlos clearly interpreted this as
the go-ahead he needed, removed Scott's hand, unzipped and dug out his hard
dick. "I bet you have been thinking about having a closer look at this
piece of meat ever since you caught a glimpse of it this afternoon, huh,
Scott? Well, now's your chance kid. Go ahead and touch it."


 Scott was feeling the effects of the beer but more than that he had this
strange compulsion to do exactly what Carlos asked of him. What yesterday
might have seemed gross and repulsive to him suddenly had acceptance in his
mind. He took Carlos' dick in his hand and felt the wonderful warmth of it;
he began to stroke it gently and soon felt the stickiness of his partner's
precum. He felt Carlos's hand move behind his head and force it slowly down
towards his crotch. From afar he heard Carlos' voice urging him on: "You
know what you have to do Scott. Take the head in your mouth and lick off my
precum. That's it. Now go right down on it and start to suck. Use your
tongue and make love to it dude. You know you want to taste my juices, so
the harder and faster you suck, the quicker it will be that my dick shoots
a load for you." Scott attempted to do what he had been instructed to do
but was soon gagging on Carlos' dick; he tried to pull away but Carlos had
a firm grip on his head, held him down and kept his dick inside the boy's
mouth. He realized that Scott was struggling to accomplish his task and so
started to jerk the base of his dick as Scott sucked and licked the head to
the best of his ability. He soon shot a copious load into Scott's mouth,
instructing him to swallow it, "every damn drop". After a minute or so, he
asked Scott whether he had in fact swallowed his load; Scott nodded yes,
whereupon he let him up in order to complete the task of cleaning off his
dick with his handkerchief. He informed Scott with a laugh "Not bad, dude.
But practice makes perfect."


 Carlos drove Scott home after having got his cellphone number and given
him his own. When Scott exited the car, Carlos waited until he had entered
the house before driving off, to make sure that the house was in fact where
the boy lived.


 @@@@


 Scott climbed into bed that night with his mind in turmoil. He
acknowledged to himself that all that had happened had been with his
consent. Jesus, he asked himself, did that make him gay? All that he knew,
however, was that he had finally felt some fulfillment and that he had to
see Carlos again. He resolved to call him the next day.



 To be continued.......