Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2015 08:25:48 -0400
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Outing of Scott.  Chapter Seventeen.  Gay Authoritarian.

THE OUTING OF SCOTT

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Chapter Seventeen.

As was his wont, Scott had ambled down to the seafront, entered the Arcade
and taken up a position at one of the rear standing tables where he could
keep an eye on the front door as well as most of the machines, or rather to
be honest the boys busy at those machines. Jesus, he thought for the
hundredth time, what a bunch of hotties!  No sooner had he settled down
with a soda, one of the kids who he recognized as a regular habitue, came
sauntering over to him and asked "Lookin for Pablo?"  Jesus! thought Scott.
Was nothing fucking sacred in this place?  "Not particularly.  Why?"

The kid smiled and, looking around, replied quietly: "Well, me and him are
buddies you know?  Ain't much he does that I don't know about.  And vice
versa of course.  Seein he wasn't here, I thought I would amble over and
make your acquaintance.  Hope you don't mind."

"No, its cool."  replied Scott.  "I guess you know I'm Scott.  And you
are?"

"James.  Not Jimmy."  Scott smiled and said "OK."  They shook hands.

James was probably two years older than Pablo, Scott guessed, and nicely
put together, neither stocky nor skinny.  He was softly tanned, his hair
uniformly short and sun bleached.  He had nice regular features and green
eyes with bushy eyebrows.  He was wearing regulation teenage clothes, a bit
worn, but Scott could see that that was more of a fashion statement than
anything else.


"Well, I hope we can chat again Scott.  Anytime, dude."  With that he gave
Scott an outrageous wink and returned to his friends at the machines.

As Scott left the Arcade to return home, he bumped into Pablo.

"Aw geez!  You ain't leavin are ya?"
 enquired Pablo. "I got sumthin here for you - as promised."

He handed Scott a grubby looking brown paper bag.  Scott peered into the
bag and saw that it contained a pair of equally grubby looking white
briefs.  Pablo smiled at Scott and informed him: "They are specially
customized for you.  I shot three extra loads into em."

Scott had to laugh and gave Pablo a friendly push.  What a dirty little
bastard, he thought.

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At supper that night, Scott and Paul's old man announced that one of his
colleagues had offered him the free use of his lakeside cottage which was
situated some 150 miles inland for three days over a weekend.  Apparently
there had been a family tragedy, or some such shit, and he had been forced
to postpone his anticipated weekend break.  The old man had thought it
would be impolite to refuse the offer and thus they would be leaving on the
Friday.  Both Scott and Paul groaned at the announcement; why the fuck
should they move from the sea on their doorstep to some goddam lake in the
boonies?  When the boys departed for their respective rooms Scott said: "I
guess we just gotta grin and bear it."  Paul, after a moment's reflection,
replied "Maybe it won't be so bad dude. You never know."

The family was packed and ready when the old man arrived home a little
earlier than usual on the Friday afternoon.  Scott carried their bags and
the provisions and stuff to the SUV and they were soon on their way.  Scott
and his mother had been slightly dismayed when they discovered that Paul
had prevailed on the old man to let him drive.  Just fucking typical!
thought Scott.  In the event it turned out that Paul drove surprisingly
well and he was thus allowed to drive for the entire journey.

On arrival at their destination, everyone was keen to scout out the place.
It consisted of a small cottage comprising a living room cum kitchen, one
main bedroom and a second smaller bedroom, and one bathroom.  About twenty
yards away there was a separate thatched unit which offered what a motel
room might offer; a quite spacious bedroom area, two large beds, the usual
occasional furniture and TV, and en suite bathroom.  Both boys were
impressed.  They hurried to collect their bags so that there would be no
misunderstanding as to who was going to occupy the outside room.

Scott and Paul stripped down to shorts, tee and sandals and went out for a
quick reconnoitre of the the surrounding area. It was a large lake and in
front of their property was a small landing with a beached rowing boat.  It
turned out it belonged to the cottage and they soon found the oars and
stuff.  Not bad!  They returned to their room and were lying on their beds
reading when they heard the old man shout: "Hey!  You guys!  I need some
help with the barbecue.  Now!"  Paul turned to Scott and said: "You go
dude. I'm feelin kinda worn out."  Scott got up and strolled over to the
cottage to assist his father.

A leisurely meal accompanied by a little alcohol put everyone in a mellow
mood.  Paul and Scott had been allowed a beer each.  There was no doubt
about how relaxing getting away from the daily routine had been.  At about
ten everyone was stifling yawns and, one by one, they decided to retire for
the night.  Both boys showered, brushed their teeth, and climbed into their
respective beds, intending to read for a while before dowsing the lights.

The question of whether he would be able to get Scott to blow him had been
playing on Paul's mind ever since Scott had admitted to him that he was
gay.  It seemed to be common cause among his friends that all homos sucked
cock but he wasn't too sure that such a generalisation was
true. Generalisations were usually just that.........generalisations.
However, he had broached the subject with one of the non-bullshitting
seniors he knew from school and he had said quite unequivocally that it was
true.  Ask anyone! he had been advised.  So he had decided to put the
theory to the test as soon as an opportunity presented itself.  What was
the worst that could happen?  That Scott would go to his parents?  Fat
chance of that!  Paul knew that he held the upper hand there.  Now, this
visit to the lake where they would most likely be sharing the same room
seemed like a good opportunity.

Scott looked over to Paul's bed and saw that he already appeared to be
asleep.  He switched off his bedside lamp and lay on his side facing the
wall and contemplated the day's events.  Despite his earlier misgivings he
thought he might enjoy the break; his parents already seemed a lot less
stressed and overbearing, and even Paul was displaying an attitude a lot
less confrontational than usual.  He seemed quite friendly in fact.

Scott was dozing off when he felt the bedclothes stir and suddenly realized
that Paul had climbed under the blankets and was lying on his side against
his back.  He could feel Paul's stiff dick pressing against his ass.

"It's only me Scott.  No need to panic."  he heard Paul say.

"Jesus, Paul, what's goin on man?"

"Don't be fucking naïve dude.  You know very well what's goin on.  Did
you think that my silence was gonna come free?  Christ, you really are
dumber than I thought!"

"Paul, this ain't right dude.  We are bros for Chrissake!"

"Yeah, well, you at least got that right.  But lil bros also got needs
dude.  If you can go around town suckin every dick that comes your way, I
see no reason why you can't do the same closer to home. I bet you have
given head even to that little piece of shit Anthony.  Am I right?"

Scott knew that to deny it would be almost pointless; how else could he
explain Anthony's hold over him?
  "Paul, he was blackmailin me for Chrissake!  I didn't want you to know
about me being gay and stuff."

Paul replied sarcastically: "How very considerate of you.  Of course it had
nothing to do with the fact that I might out you to the rents.  Like I told
you before, I wouldn't lay that on them.  But that don't change nuthin.  I
got Anthony off your back and now you have an obligation to me.  You are
gonna be my lil suckboy Scott, so you might as well get used to it."

"Paul, don't do this man.  Like I said it just ain't right.  I don't even
understand why you would wanna do it.  I mean you got a hot chick droolin
all over you after all."

"Don't bring that into it dude.  Just shows how little you know about
boy/girl relationships.  They don't just put out.  I'd probly get to screw
her once or twice before she would wanna get married.  And if I wanted to
dump her after screwing her, all hell would break loose.  Hell hath no
fury.............and all that crap. A young guy needs a regular outlet; why
else do you think straight dudes let fags blow em?  You tell me that."

Scott found what Paul had just said hard to refute.  Why were all those
young kids at the Arcade for example willing to let him suck them off?  And
it wasn't as if Paul was some gross person; he was undeniably hot and,
under different circumstances, he wouldn't have thought twice about giving
him head.  And, if he were to be honest with himself, his reluctance to do
so now had nothing to do with the fact that they were brothers, but all to
do with the fact that it would doubtless become a regular thing.  How easy
would it be for Paul continuously to demand instant gratification with him
sitting a few feet away in the adjoining room?

Scott had not replied so Paul, sensing a breakthrough, softened his tone
and continued: "You ain't stupid Scott although sometimes I have my doubts
about that."  He giggled and even Scott smiled.  "You know what I said
makes sense.  It wouldn't only be good for me but I know you would sure as
hell enjoy it too.  Let's do it man.  Its a win/win situation."

Scott knew that if he gave in Paul would have him in his clutches and there
would be no going back.  But he said nothing and Paul knew that he had won
the battle.  He placed his arm over Scott and, with his hand flat against
Scott's bare abdomen, pulled him closer while continuing to rub his now
throbbing dick against his ass.  He grabbed Scott's arm and forced his hand
between their bodies and on to his dick.


Paul whispered to Scott: "We gonna give it a try OK?  I want you to turn
around and slip my dick in your mouth.  I'm close so don't jack me or
anything.  Just suck gently on it using your tongue a little."

Scott could no longer summon up any resistance and above all else now
wanted to taste this hot young boy's dick.  A fulfilment he now realized he
had always craved.  He turned around and Paul simultaneously turned and lay
on his back.  Both brothers had always slept in boxers and Scott's eyes
were now transfixed by the bulge in Paul's shorts.  Paul said nothing
further; Scott appeared to be mesmerized by what lay in front of him.  He
slipped his hand under the waistband of Paul's boxers and Paul lifted his
ass to allow Scott to remove them.  His rock hard dick slapped against his
stomach and Scott with a seemingly innate need, did precisely as Paul had
instructed.  He took Paul's cock into his mouth and hungrily sucked and
licked it.  It didn't take Paul long before he shot a thick boy load into
Scott's mouth; Paul lay back spent while Scott squeezed the remains of his
load on to his tongue.  "Swallow it all dude." instructed Paul and Scott,
needing little urging, did as he was told.  Paul went through to the
bathroom to clean himself up while Scott in turn quickly jerked himself
off.

Nothing further was said.  Paul climbed into his bed and before falling
into a deep sleep thought to himself "Mission accomplished!  Now the fucker
is mine!"

Scott in turn realized that the die had been cast. His own needs would in
future overcome his desire to resist.  From now on he would be at the beck
and call of his younger brother.


To be continued...........