Date: Tue, 12 May 2015 17:24:57 -0400
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Outing of Scott  -  Chapter Seven.      Authoritarian.

THE OUTING OF SCOTT

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Chapter Seven


Since the day he had by chance stumbled upon Anthony exiting the toilet at
the high school's playing fields, and Anthony had explained to him later a
whole lot of stuff in his bedroom, Julian's mind had become completely
obsessed with what he had heard and was now focused on the prospect of he
himself receiving a blowjob. He had even lost his appetite, a clear signal
to his mother that he was not well.  He tried to crystalize the whole
situation in his mind and repeatedly came up with some non-disputable
facts.

Firstly, there was now no doubt in his mind that that little pussy from
school, Wesley, was a fag or at the very least faggot material.  OK, so he
was a bit "precious", but so fucking what?  If he could be encouraged, or
even forced, to suck his cock, it was a win/win situation.  Wesley would
get an early start down the inevitable road to faggotry, while he Julian
would commence to traverse another road, namely, his enjoyment of the use
of others in satisfying his sexual urges. So he decided he would have to
surreptitiously invade Wesley's mind and conquer the little asshole's
defenses. And, as an aside, maybe Wesley's, incomprehensible to Julian,
rapport with girls could be turned to his advantage.

He just couldn't get his head around Anthony though.  After he had
discovered Anthony exiting that toilet it had become apparent to Julian
that he wanted the whole episode kept quiet. I mean he had actually said
so, begging almost for Julian's silence.  Julian now realized that he
should have exacted a price for that silence, especially considering
Anthony's subsequent behavior.  Anthony had told him outright that he
Julian was "hot" and so later that day Julian had stood in front of his
mother's full-length mirror and carefully checked himself out. He hadn't
realized it before but he had to admit that he WAS fucking hot to look at!
His confidence had soared and he understood now the looks he had been
getting from both guys and chicks.  OK, so where did that leave Anthony?
Was Anthony sexually keen on him?  He began to think so after all that
baloney at Anthony's place.  Displaying himself to Julian and promising to
"help" him get blown.  Jesus, it was becoming crystal clear to him now;
Anthony was hung up on him and probably only needed a little push to suck
him off!  Well, he was gonna have to show Anthony that that was exactly
what he wanted too.  The sooner the better.

After that toilet episode, he had gone there himself to have look at the
place and see what the attraction was.  It was smelly as all hell, there
was piss all over the toilet seats and the floor in the stalls and two or
three cum loads were on the floor where dudes had jacked off.  Guys at
school joked about it and said it was the place to go for a blowjob. As if
those little assholes actually knew what a blowjob was! Apparently such
places were used for sexual encounters or to meet up, usually by faggots.
So, the question arose what the fuck was Anthony doing in there?  He
resolved to find out.  He personally HAD to get some head or he would go
nuts.

@@@@

Julian fished out the telephone directory and scanned it to see whether
Wesley's family were listed.  They were and what's more their address was
listed as well!  The street on which they lived was only a ten minute walk
from the apartment complex, so one afternoon he decided to take a "casual"
walk over to Wesley's street and to check out the situation. He knew the
chances were good that Wesley would be at home, as it was highly unlikely
that he would partaking in sport or sumthin.  He donned his new dark blue
shorts (the kind that are sorta slim-line and which extend to just above
the knee) together with an old worn black tee.  He spiked his hair a little
and set off.  He soon arrived at his destination and slowly strolled up the
street and without stopping looked over towards Wesley's house.  The little
fucker was in the garden!  Probably practicing his flower arranging,
thought Julian. He crossed over to the side of the street where Wesley's
house was situated and, as he walked past, heard this kinda soft girly
voice exclaim: "Julian?  Is that you?"


Julian smiled to himself, turned around in mock surprise and said: "Yeah.
Wow, Wesley!  I didn't know you lived in this neck of the woods."

"Sure I do Julian."  replied Wesley."And you live in the big apartment
complex huh?"  Uh oh!  thought Julian, a big red flag going up.


"That's right Wesley. How did you know that?"  Wesley's face flushed a
little and he replied: "I guess someone musta mentioned it."  He continued:
"I don't suppose you have time to come in and have a soda or sumthin, do
you?"

Julian checked his watch, thought for a second or two, then said: "I am
runnin a little late but I am kinda thirsty."  With that he lifted the
latch on the garden gate, and entered.  "Where do we go?"

Wesley, not giving Julian a chance to change his mind, said: "We just gotta
go around the side of the house."  He quickly led the way.  "My pad is
attached to the garages at the back.  Used to be a storeroom but my dad
converted it for me."

Julian was quite impressed with the place. The main room was basically a
bedroom with the bed pushed against one wall, but the back wall had clearly
been demolished and an extension created to house a shower stall, basin and
toilet. On one wall, Wesley had mounted a large poster advertising the
Bolshoi Ballet.  Julian had heard of Moscow but where the fuck was Bolshoi?
he wondered.  On a counter in the bedroom there stood a little microwave
and one of those small bar fridges.  Fuckin' cool, thought Julian.

Wesley offered him an occasional chair but Julian instead moved to sit on
the bed.  Wesley went to the fridge to fetch a couple of sodas and asked
"Coke OK, Julian?"  who responded "Sure, whatever."  Wesley joined him,
sitting at the foot of the bed, while Julian re-positioned himself so that
he had his back against the wall with his body stretched out, legs apart
and his feet on the floor.  Wesley was soon waxing lyrically about the
visit his family had made to Spain, while Julian answered with "oh yeah?
and "really?" and "did you see a bullfight?", and other shit like that.
Julian was willing his dick to get hard and soon it was semi-erect and
stretching against his tight shorts.  Wesley was trying not to look but his
eyes kept straying to Julian's crotch.  Yeah, thought Julian, have a good
look, you little faggot.

After another five or ten minutes, Julian got up, scratching his balls in
the process, and announced that he had to leave.  Wesley was clearly
disappointed and invited Julian to visit again any time he wished.
"Thanks, Wesley.  I'll be sure to do that."

@@@@

Julian's mother was a single parent and smothered the boy with
affection. She had decided to visit her parents, who lived in a nearby
town, but was loathe to leave Julian on his own overnight.  He really had
had enough and informed her: "For Chrissakes Mom, I'm thirteen!  I can look
after myself."  She responded "Don't swear darling. You know I don't like
it. OK then, if you are sure you will be alright, I'll trust you this once.
Tell you what.  I'll prepare some of my home-made pizza that you like so
much; why don't you ask one or two of your friends over?  You will need
only to bake it in the oven and that will be that."  That was the clincher
for Julian.  He fuckin LOVED her pizza.

"That will be fantastic Mom.  I'm always tellin my friends how fuckin great
your pizza is, so now they can taste it for themselves."

"Julian!  Stop swearing this minute!  Or I will make you go with me to
visit Grandma and Grandpa."

"Gee, I'm sorry Mom.  I keep forgetting."  He decided he better shut the
fuck up and went downstairs to see who was hanging around.

@@@@

The thought hit Julian like a lightning bolt.  Jesus, what a stroke of
luck. He had a perfect reason now to invite Anthony over to visit.  He
would have to tread carefully, he knew.  I mean he couldn't very well come
right out and say to Anthony
 "Dude, I know you are a fag and that you think I'm fuckin hot.  Why don't
you get over here and suck my dick?"  After all, there was such a thing as
decorum.

Julian walked over to Anthony's building and climbed the stairs. He stood
outside number 14 and gave a tentative knock.  He heard someone yell
"Anthony! Answer the door please. I'm already late for the bus."  Footsteps
approached the front door and it was opened by Anthony.


"Julian!  This a bit of a surprise.  What can I do for you dude?"  If only
you knew, thought Julian.

"Can I come in Ant?  Wanted to ask you sumthin dude."

"OK."  replied Anthony.  "My old lady is still here, so go through to my
bedroom.  You know where it is."

Julian went through to the bedroom and sat down on the bed.  The only chair
was covered in clothes requiring to be hung up or dirty stuff needing to be
shoved in the laundry hamper, which luxury Anthony did not seem to have.
Anthony stood waiting expectantly.

"Dude." Julian started. "The thing is my old girl is going out of town
tomorrow to visit her folks and I'm gonna have the place to myself.  She
has promised to prepare some of her famous home-made pizza and said I could
invite a friend over to eat.  I was wonderin if you would like to come over
and share it with me."

Anthony's first reaction would have been to say no (his new relationship
with Scott required much of his attention) but when he thought of the
amount of spaghetti he had been consuming lately, the promise of home-made
pizza sounded too good to turn down.  And Julian definitely had turned a
corner now.  He wasn't some little kid any more tagging along after him; he
had hit puberty with a bang and he was probably reasonable company now.  If
nothing else, they could discuss sexual matters which seemed to interest
Julian even more than they did him.

"Err, yeah OK, Julian.  That would be good."

"One other thing Ant.  Any chance you could source a six-pack of beer?
I'll pay you back for it when I get my allowance."

Anthony laughed.  "No problemo.  Of course I'd have to clear it with your
mom."  He saw Julian's eyes widen and his face drop.  "Just kiddin."

@@@@

The following evening Anthony walked over to Julian's place at about seven.
He knocked on the door and Julian answered it, saying "Dude!  Come in. Come
in." in his new gruff voice.  Anthony handed him the six-pack, receiving a
big smile from Julian, who thanked him and took it through to the kitchen
area.
 Julian was wearing nicely fitting grey tracksuit bottoms and a short tee.
Anthony followed him and thought "Nice tight ass!"

Anthony heard music from some TV channel coming from what he assumed was
Julian's bedroom. So the little asshole has his own TV, thought Anthony,
that's more than I've got.  When the envisaged income stream from Scott was
properly bedded down, he promised himself that the first thing he would get
was a TV for his bedroom.

"Anthony, have a seat in my bedroom while I put the pizza in the oven.
Change the channel if you want."
 Julian popped two beer cans and gave one to Anthony.

Anthony went into the bedroom.  It was a bit like Wesley's place.  The bed
was pushed against the wall and the TV was on a movable stand.  A small
desk and an occasional table with two chairs.

It wasn't long before this fan-fucking-tastic aroma wafted through from the
kitchen.  Julian stuck his head through the door and summoned Anthony to
eat.  The pizza was even better than Anthony had been hoping for.  "Jesus,
this is good dude." he told Julian, who smiled proudly.  When they had
wolfed the pizza down together with a second beer, Wesley suggested they go
back into his bedroom and play a coupla games on his Xbox.  He slumped on
the bed with his back against the wall facing the TV and indicated to
Anthony he should do the same.

They played games for a while chatting about going back to school and so
on.  Suddenly Anthony became aware that Julian's thigh was touching his!
He looked over at him and saw that he was preoccupied with loosening the
string of his tracksuit bottoms.  He slipped the waistband of his pants
under his balls, clearly displaying his junk to the world.  Despite
everything, Anthony couldn't help but notice that for his age Julian had
quite an impressive cock.  Not large, about six inches, but not one of
those pencil dicks that a lot of thirteen year olds temporarily possess.

"Jesus, dude, what's goin on?"  Anthony asked.  Julian replied "Dude, I'm
so fuckin horny. And nuthin ever happens to relieve it.  Didn't you promise
me you would help?"

Suddenly Anthony got the picture.  This little asshole thought that he
himself was offerin to blow him!  He explained "Dude I never meant I would
suck you off!  Jesus, I ain't no faggot. You should know that.  All I meant
was that I would try to get you a blowjob.  And I still will."

Julian looked genuinely crestfallen and Anthony felt really sorry for him.
He hadn't meant to hurt him.


Julian mumbled: "But Ant, I can't go on like this.  You did say you would
help me.  And I never ever breathed a word to no-one about you getting your
rocks off in that toilet.  Honestly!"

Anthony touched him on his shoulder.  "I know, dude.  I know."  Anthony
continued: "Tell you what.  Gimme until next week, and I will see what I
can organize for you, OK?"  Julian just nodded dumbly. "But don't fuckin
harass me in the meantime!"

Anthony looked over to see what Julian was doing.  He was slowly stroking
his dick with two fingers and precum was beginning to ooze from the head.
Anthony had never ever touched another dude's cock before but he now leaned
over, removed Julian's hand and started to stroke the kid's cock himself.
He loved the steel-like yet silky feel of it.  It didn't take long for
Julian to shoot a massive load over his belly and chest, and in the
process, over Anthony's hand too.  A minute passed and then the older boy
lifted his hand and smoothed the remnants of the cum on his fingers over
Julian's lips.

"Thanks Anthony."  said Julian softly.  Anthony saw that Julian was
beginning to get tears in his eyes.  He leant over again, kissed and
lightly licked the head of Julian's still leaking dick, and left the
apartment with the taste of the younger boy's cum on his tongue.

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