Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2015 08:19:54 -0400 From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com> Subject: The Outing Of Scott. Chapter Three 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 Three Before Carlos and Pedro dropped Scott off at his house that night, Pedro passed Scott his cellphone and told him to add his number into his directory. He in turn added his own number to Scott's phone. "That should ensure we can get hold of each other whenever needed." he informed Scott. When they approached the house, Scott asked Carlos to drop him off at the corner; he did not want to attract the attention of his rents or, in particular, Paul. "Nah." replied Carlos. "Ain't no problem to stop outside your place". Pedro looked the house over and asked Scott: "The mowing and stuff take up much of your time?" "Some." replied Scott. "My asshole little bro always has some excuse not to do his share." Pedro chuckled. "Why the hell not dude? If he can get away with it." Carlos informed them in passing that he was still kinda horny but concluded that they maybe should call it a night. "We'll be in touch Scott." he said. "For sure." added Pedro. Scott entered the house with as little noise as possible and went upstairs to his room. He suddenly realized how exhausted he was, dived into bed and fell asleep. @@@@ Scott was awakened the next morning by the ringing of his cellphone. He grabbed it from the side-table and answered it - "Hi. Scott talking." "It's me, Pedro." came the reply. "All OK with you dude?" "Uhh yeah". answered Scott. "Just woke up though. Still half asleep." Pedro laughed: "Yeah, well, you did look kinda beat when we dropped you off last night. You'll recover soon enough. Listen, I'm gonna go down to the Arcade shortly. I'll see you there in, say, an hour." Scott would have preferred not to meet up with Pedro as he wanted to go to the library as he had planned to do the previous evening. However, from the tone of Pedro's voice, it was clear he was telling him to be there, rather than asking him if he would meet him there. He was beginning to regret that he had told Pedro he would make himself available to him whenever. Pedro had given him the option of seeing him again or not, and he had said yeah, so if he now tried to back out of it at the first hurdle so to speak, Pedro was gonna be pissed, he knew it. "I'll do my best." he informed Pedro. There was a short silence then Pedro said: "Listen Scotty. That ain't good enough. I want you there in an hour like you agreed last night. Who the fuck do you think you are? No stupid cocksucker is gonna jerk me around. Ever. You got that?" Scott knew he would not stand up to Pedro and said meekly "I'll be there in an hour." Scott went into the bathroom and suddenly realized that he still stank of cock and cum. He dived into the shower in case Paul should walk in and, after washing himself thoroughly, exited the stall, brushed his teeth and washed out his mouth. He made a mental note to buy mouthwash that morning. He checked the time and saw that he would have to really move his ass in order to be on time at the Arcade. @@@@ Scott entered the Arcade with three minutes to spare and saw Pedro at the table he had occupied the previous day. He walked over to the table and Pedro said without looking up "Glad you could make it dude. I like it when a guy who realizes he has fucked up, makes amends. Have a seat." Scott sat down on a stool and Pedro continued: "I figured we should have a little chat after last night and this place is pretty quiet at this time." Scott looked around and saw that that was in fact the case; there were no more than five other people there, including two of the guys who were last night congregated outside the front door. Pedro continued: "Scott, you made a commitment to me last night. I didn't force you into it and you did it willingly. I refuse to accept that you would want to back down on your word now but I'm prepared to give you the benefit of the doubt and say that maybe you were a little confused this morning, like not quite in your right mind at the time. Am I right?" Scott didn't say anything immediately but then nodded and said "I was kinda befuddled when I woke up. I've given it some thought since then and I would like for us to start afresh if you are prepared to let me." Pedro smiled and said. "OK. Never let it be said that I am an unreasonable person. However, rule number one is that you do whatever the fuck I tell you without question. I don't want a repetition of what happened this morning, me telling you to be here in a hour and you saying you will TRY to be here. If you can't accept that, then you better walk out the door right now. Don't come crawling back later though." Scott remained in his seat looking down. Pedro continued: "You will learn to live by my rules outside of your home and school life, acknowledging that I am your superior, which fact is clear to us both already. I'm not looking for a buddy or a friend, I want someone who understands he is an inferior faggot who needs to submit to and serve an alpha male like me in whatever way I decide." "Scott, go get us a coupla cokes. We can sit here and enjoy 'em while you make your mind up. If you wanna leave then fuck off dude. If you stay, then you are henceforth owned, no goin back." Scott knew that this was a momentous decision he had to make and that, if he stayed, his life would become a lot more constrained; in effect he would be placing himself completely under Pedro's control. He knew that he should rightly leave but he could not bring himself to do it as he had this inexplicable desire to serve this younger guy and compulsion to accept whatever humiliation might come his way as a result. He just did not understand what was going on in his mind. Pedro said there would be no going back and he knew this was no idle threat. Pedro would be sure to place himself in a position to blackmail him with pics or some shit like that and expose him if he did not succumb. Nevertheless, looking up at Pedro, he informed him that he would serve him in whatever way Pedro deemed fit. @@@@ Later that afternoon, he received a call from Carlos. "Pedro told me what happened this morning between you two. I hope you know what you are doing Scott. Pedro is a pretty ruthless dude and like I told you last night takes no shit from fags and cocksuckers. To him they are mere dirt under his feet to be used. One way or the other he's gonna use you and use you hard. I wish you luck dude." @@@@ Pedro called Scott later that afternoon and arranged to meet him at the Arcade at eight that evening; he told Scott to bring whatever dough he had so that they could get beer. He had this connection at the Arcade who sourced beer and weed for him. Scott made sure he arrived at the Arcade in good time. Pedro was already there and asked Scott whether he had any dough. Scott had raided his birthday money and brought along $20. He handed it over and Pedro disappeared for a few minutes, came back and said they could collect the stuff at the back when Carlos arrived in his car. When Carlos pulled up, Pedro asked him to drive around to the back so that they could load the beer. Carlos wanted to know what was up and Pedro said nothing apart from some dumb movie playing down the street. So he had figured they could go park, drink a coupla beers and enjoy a blowjob like the previous night. "Sounds good." Carlos replied with a laugh. "Do you mind if we go pick up Anthony on the way." Pedro asked. "I told him about the new fag and he's dead keen to join us". "No problem cuz." replied Carlos. Pedro called his buddy Anthony and told him what was up. "We'll come past your place in about 15 minutes." @@@@ Anthony was standing outside the apartment complex where he lived when Carlos pulled up in his car. He leant in the passenger side window and greeted Carlos and Pedro with hand slaps. "Get in the back dude." Pedro told him. He climbed in the back, looked Scott over and laughed. "And what do we have here?" he wanted to know. Pedro said "Meet Scott. Scott this is my good buddy Anthony." Scott said hi but Anthony made no effort to return the greeting. Anthony appeared to be slightly younger than Pedro, still about fifteen Scott would have guessed, and was a well put together looking guy. About 5'6", 130, good features, and short brown hair, cut short at the sides and longer on the top. He was cultivating some fuzz above his upper lip; it looked kinda sexy thought Scott. He was wearing tight black jeans and a black tee with the slogan '666' on the front. Minus that, he would have looked fucking hot, mused Scott. Pedro put his friend in the picture, explaining that they would park somewhere secluded and shoot the breeze while enjoying a few beers. See what developed. "Pity we don't have some weed." "Aha!" announced Anthony. "See what Uncle Ant has here!" He dug into his jeans and produced three joints. Carlos and Pedro reacted as if he had unlocked the secret of the Universe. "Jesus, Anthony," Pedro enthused, "you really are my very favorite bud." They laughed and suddenly they knew that the success of the evening was assured. Pedro stuck out his tongue at Anthony and said "You always maintained that a few puffs made you twice as horny. You could be in luck." After they had parked in Carlos' favorite spot, Pedro told Scott to fish some beers out of the coolbag under the seat and to pass them around. Everyone leant back sipping beer and passing a joint around while they discussed some new chick who had moved into Anthony's apartment block. "She put out?" asked Pedro, to which Anthony replied "Not sure dude. There are the usual rumors of course. The guy who lives in the apartment below mine, who I trust, told me she sucks cock so that's a good start. But she's like fourteen so how good can it be?" They all laughed. After they had finished their second beers, Anthony opened the back door on his side and announced he had to take a piss. Pedro asked him "You want for Scott to give you a hand dude?" "Sure." came the reply. Pedro turned to Scott: "Go stand behind my bud, unzip him, dig out his dick, keep your arms around his waist and hold it while he pisses. Got it?" Scott nodded and did as he was told. The entire episode nearly blew his mind. He shivered a little as he took Anthony's silky hot dick, now semi-erect, in his hand and held it as Anthony emptied his bladder on the ground. When Anthony was finished Scott tucked his dick as best he could back into his jeans and they returned to the car. The odor of Anthony's piss assailed his nostrils and he hoped fervently that this would lead to something more tangible the next time they met. "Pedro asked Anthony "All OK dude?" "Sure." replied Anthony. "Maybe by next time, he will have learned to swallow a dude's piss. That would be a lot better." Pedro laughed and said "Give it time." while Carlos opined "You really are a fuckin pig, Anthony". All three of them enjoyed a hearty laugh while Scott tried to shrink into a corner. Over the course of the next hour, Scott sucked all three boys off in the manner they prescribed, and his head swirled with the intoxication of it all. The taste of their individual juices was almost too much for his mind to handle. His mental state had reached a state of wonderment that he wished would never ever diminish. Anthony had to take another piss before they left and said to Scott "Let's do it dude." Before they returned to the car, he said quietly to Scott: "Here's my cell: add your number. Expect my call and don't mention this to Pedro. Capiche?" Scott nodded. To be continued.............. The response to this story has been kinda lukewarm. Please let me know you would like me to continue with it.