Date: Sun, 14 Feb 2016 02:54:00 -0500 From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com> Subject: The Outing of Scott - Chapter Twenty. 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 Twenty. The last week before the return to school was a flurry of activity and Anthony was quite surprised that Scott's brother, Paul, called him regularly. Didn't the dude have any existing friends? he wondered. In any event the connection with Paul was welcome as he had a car and it sure beat trudging around on foot. Apparently the car was meant for use by both Paul and older bro Scott, but there seemed to be some sort of deal which allowed Paul almost exclusive use of the car. That is, apart from going to school and, sometimes, going home after school. If Paul had some activity on the go after school let out, which did not involve Scott's participation, well that was tough luck on Scott. Meanwhile the relationship between Paul and Julian had entered into some sort of easy co-existence and the duo of friends soon evolved into a trio. Julian had soon discerned that certain benefits would be derived from Paul's friendship. And, what's more, he even liked the guy! In that final week before school re-commenced the three of them got together on two occasions at Julian's place and consumed a couple six-packs of beer while shooting the breeze and watching a couple of porn DVDs which Anthony had borrowed from his ever-obliging friend Wayne at the apartment complex. Jesus, thought Anthony, not for the first time, he must spend his entire salary on porn! Julian's apartment was becoming a popular rendezvous as his mother worked full time and there was zero chance of their being disturbed in the afternoons. Julian was usually broke but the other two didn't seem to mind. Julian's bedroom was a little cramped for space so he and Anthony stretched out on the bed while Paul used the only chair. Paul apparently hadn't seen much hard porn because he sat transfixed watching the TV screen while the other two horsed around on the bed. "Jesus Christ!" Paul suddenly said. "When they sell you one of these movies they ought to give you a cocksucker to go with it!" They giggled and it was apparent to all that he was sporting a hardon. Julian nudged Anthony and indicated with his head that he should go over to Paul. Anthony laughed and shook his head. But Julian persisted and whispered to Anthony: "Go on dude. Catch a feel. See what he does." Anthony rather reluctantly got up and moved towards the chair but it became apparent that Paul had overheard the conversation because, as soon as Anthony approached him, he imperceptibly slid his ass down a little and stretched out, his legs astride, so that his hardon was clearly visible through his jeans. Anthony was still hesitant to take the plunge but when Paul sat back completely unconcerned he moved in, grabbed Paul's throbbing dick and gave it a hard squeeze. "Holy shit! The dude's really hung!" said Anthony turning towards his friend on the bed. Julian cackled and said "Well, that was kinda obvious Ant." Anthony returned to the bed and Julian suggested he go through to the kitchen and fetch another round of beers. With Anthony out of the room, Julian quietly asked Paul "You want him to blow you?" Paul's eyes widened and he said to Julian "You serious dude?" Julian replied "Sure I am. I'll have a word with him if you want. Cool with you?" Paul eagerly nodded yeah. Julian accosted Anthony in the kitchen and quietly informed him that Paul was gagging for a blowjob and that it would certainly cement their relationship if they provided one for him. Ongoing benefits would follow, e.g. continued use of the car and Paul's easy access to dough with which to purchase beer and weed. There was also bound to be easier access to Paul's faggot bro Scott. "Surely you can see that Ant?" Julian asked. "Yeah, but......" Anthony started to reply, but Julian cut him off. "No buts about it dude, he's waiting in there panting for it. Go through and give him a blowjob like he's never had before. He's a fucking hot property man, in case you hadn't noticed, not some ugly fat cunt. They returned to the bedroom carrying the beers. When they re-entered the bedroom, Anthony looked over to Paul and saw that he had now slid down further on the chair with his butt on the extreme edge of it. He was fondling his package and giving his dick an intermittent squeeze. Anthony went over to him, parted his legs further and went down on his knees in front of him. Pushing Paul's hand aside, he rubbed his face into his crotch and, while licking the outline of Paul's dick through his jeans, started to fondle the boy's so enticing package. In turn, Paul placed both hands behind Anthony's head and forced it roughly against his crotch, humping his face simultaneously. Anthony brought his arm around and felt for the top button of Paul's jeans. It loosened easily and Anthony was able to drag the catch on the zipper down. He slipped his hand inside Paul's jeans and under the waistband of his briefs and was rewarded with the feel of his hot smooth throbbing boydick; it was damp and sticky and moving his fingers to the head, he rubbed his thumb softly over the slit of Paul's dick, which was oozing cum quite copiously. Paul removed his hands from the back of Anthony's head, and lifting his ass instructed him to push his jeans down to his ankles. "Dude, I'm fuckin close to blowin my load. Take your hands away and slip that cock in your faggot mouth. Keep suckin on it and keep your lips sealed real tight around it. Yeah! that's it cocksucker, use your tongue! I love that. You doin real good." Julian, watching the performance avidly from the comfort of his bed, was not that far away from blowing a load himself. He restrained himself, however, and figured that a quickie wasn't called for at this stage; he would prefer to receive a proper slow a to z sucking later on. Paul continued: "Anthony, you are a real pro dude. I'm gonna shoot a massive load real soon, so keep my dick in your mouth. If you let the least bit dribble from your mouth, I'll gonna beat the crap outta you, OK?" Paul gave a chuckle, and grabbing a handful of Anthony's hair, playfully shook his head from side to side. Anthony, for his part, was now intent only on making Paul ejaculate and was soon rewarded with five or six spurts of thick cream-like cum over his tongue. Paul whispered to Anthony "You swallow, right?" Anthony nodded yeah as best he could and Paul responded "Way to go, man." Paul went through to the bathroom to clean up and, on his return, Julian informed the other two that he would have use of the apartment on the Saturday night, since his mother would be staying over at her "fucking boyfriend's" place. Apparently Paul was free so it was decided that they would get together then. Julian said he would, via his well-proven guilt trip method, coerce his old lady into preparing some of her famous pizza and the other two agreed to provide beer and weed. Paul left soon afterwards and Julian suggested Anthony have a seat while he brewed some coffee. In no time at all, they were enjoying their coffee and some cake while watching TV. Julian thought it would be well if he expunged from Ant's mind any regrets he might now be having at what had taken place with Paul. "Ant, I just wanna say that you were fuckin great today. I mean Paul seems like a hell of a nice guy and he is a good connection for us in many ways. Not so?" Anthony, his mouth full of cake, mumbled something which Julian took as agreement. Julian continued: "I was just afraid that you might be thinkin that I kinda pushed you into blowing Paul; believe me dude that was the last thing on my mind. It was just that with a coupla more years of high school ahead of us, I figured that having a friend like Paul would be good. You know, with the car and stuff. And the two of us are gonna have a lotta fun with his bro from now on. We'll be able to go right in. No messin about. So, anyway, we are still cool right?" Anthony nodded yeah and, relieved, Julian said. "Great. I knew you would see it the same way dude." Anthony seemed to be hanging around, so Julian said to him softly "You want me to get you off Ant?" Anthony thought about it, then responded: "Nah. It's OK man. I better go. Don't wanna be late for supper." They said ciao and Julian, with a mildly satisfied smile on his face, turned around, went to the bathroom, took a piss, and then piled on to his bed with a porno novel he had retrieved from under his mattress. @@@@ When Paul left Julian's apartment he was kinda spent so decided to go straight home. He smiled to himself when he thought about what had taken place. For fuck's sake, who woulda thought that big-mouth Anthony was a cocksucker in disguise! I mean he and Anthony had been in the same grade for two years now and he had never heard the slightest suggestion that Anthony was queer! And everyone knew that high school dudes were not slow to cast aspersions on other guys even when there was no evidence to support it. He had been flying under the radar all the time! It certainly opened up all sorts of possibilities for the future but he decided to play it cool for now; the longer it remained between just the two of them, the firmer his grip over the little asshole would become. And man! Anthony certainly blew a good cock; he sure could give Scott some lessons in the art. Saturday night's get-together was starting to look most promising; his cock hardened at just the prospect of it. After dinner, he and Scott had returned to their own rooms. Scott as usual was reading some fucking book and Paul logged in to some internet porn site he had discovered. It was the usual bullshit but enough to get you horned up. Jesus, it was the same old same old; black dudes with huge dicks fucking these tiny chicks, usually Asian and from both ends. He laughed out loud. What did they call it? Oh yeah, a spit roast! Jesus fucking Christ! He had to admit though it was a pretty awesome idea. A thought suddenly struck him. Scott would make a huge addition to Saturday night's events. He should really have run it past Anthony and Julian that afternoon but it had just not occurred to him. No matter! He was pretty certain that they would have no objection to the idea. He went through to the bathroom, took a piss and then stuck his head through the interleading door to Scott's bedroom. His bro glanced at him with this irritable look; it really pissed Scott off when he didn't knock when entering his room. So naturally he never did knock; it was a matter of principle. After all who was the fucking boss here? Scott had this whiny put-upon expression on his face. "Listen Paul, I was just gonna go to sleep man......." Paul replied: "Scott. You moron. You think I got nuthin else to do but get my cock sucked? I was just gonna tell you that you and I got an invitation to go around to Anthony and Julian on Saturday night. They got a coupla new DVDs and will have some pizza and beer n stuff. I figured it was pretty decent of them to invite us, so I accepted. I hope you got nuthin else planned." Paul could almost hear the cogs in Scott's brain turning over as he tried to figure out a response. Scott really was no moron, contrary to what Paul may have suggested, and knew quite well what such a gathering would mean as far as he was concerned. His dick involuntarily stiffened at the thought of taking care of three young studs like Paul and the other two in tandem. Julian especially was a major turnon. It could turn out to be an awesome night. However, he was determined not to let on to Paul how he felt; if he did he would really be tagged as a faggot cumslut in their eyes. It was important that the three of them remain convinced that they were in control of events and that he was responding to their manipulations. "Paul, I was in fact gonna call that dude Andy from school to see if he wanted to take in a movie with me on Saturday night." "So you haven't yet called him then?" Paul asked. "Well, no, but we had talked about it earlier in the week." "So, tell you what, let the matter quietly drop and if he gets back to you on it, just postpone it okay? If I have to let Anthony and Julian know that you were turning down their kind invitation after I had already accepted on our behalf, I'd really look bad in their eyes. Not cool, bro." Scott appeared to give the matter some thought and after a few seconds said: "I see your point Paul. That would look kinda unappreciative. So, you'll keep me informed about the arrangements then?" Paul replied: "You can bet on that dude. I'll convey your thanks to Anthony and Julian for the invitation." With that he returned to his bedroom thinking he had pulled off some major coup. It had been a close call though. To be continued............