Date: Wed, 27 May 2015 12:26:33 -0400
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Outing of Scott.  Chapter Nine.   Gay Authoritarian.

THE OUTING OF SCOTT

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Chapter Nine.


The morning after Julian had spoken to Wesley and they had arranged for
Julian to visit again, Julian lay back against the pillows on his bed in a
relaxed state after having jerked off as was his wont when he woke up in
the morning.  Jesus, he thought, will this never fuckin end?  Always having
to get himself off, clean up the mess (he was a prolific cummer), and then
somehow have to smuggle his stained undies into the dirty laundry hoping
his old lady wouldn't see the evidence of his sexual predilections. I mean
it was fuckin embarrassing!  He decided that in future his mother would
just have to live with handling his cum and piss stained undies; if she
didn't like it, that was her tough luck!

Julian was becoming more and more confident, however, that a breakthrough
was imminent in his dealings with Wesley; the little faggot was clearly
drooling at the mouth whenever he saw Julian. Maybe he didn't know yet what
the hell he was drooling for, but Julian would be happy to teach him and
put him in his place.  Julian had been reading a lot of stuff on the
internet lately and was surprised how much of it tied in with his own view
of things.  He had always felt that he was superior to those around him and
recently a number of events had reinforced that conclusion.  Many other
people by their very nature accepted the opposite view of themselves, that
is, that they were "inferior" in some way to guys such as himself and
actually yearned to demonstrate it. The whole concept made his head
swirl. He wanted to dive right in as it were.  He realized that he was
still an inexperienced young dude but, for pete's sake, what the fuck was
there that was so difficult to understand?  It was the law of nature. He
was convinced that these asshole so-called psychological professors and
stuff, by making a big deal of it, were really just disguised conmen trying
to promote themselves and their stolen ideas. Fuck them!  He knew what was
right for him and what was right for Wesley.

The whole thing boiled down to your own personal circumstances.  For
example, he was clearly a "superior" person and Wesley was an "inferior"
person.  Therefore it was up to him to mould Wesley's mind so that he
understood what his position in life was to be.  He, Julian, would as a
consequence be entitled to benefit from his superior position.  To reduce
matters to their crudest, why the fuck should he have to get himself off,
clean up the mess, and deal with a laundry problem afterwards?  He should
have others willing, able and available to do all of that stuff for him.


@@@@

Later that day Wesley called Julian to get confirmation that he would in
fact still be visiting him.  Julian could sense the anxiousness in his
voice.  He asked him whether he doubted his word and Wesley was quick to
reassure him that that was not the case. He really only wanted to find out
whether he could get anything in for him.  Like beer or sumthin.  "A coupla
cold beers would be nice."  indicated Julian.  Wesley said "Cool.  What
time shall I expect you then?"

At eight that night Julian entered through the garden gate and walked
around to Wesley's place at the back of the house.  As he approached he
thought he heard voices coming from the room.  He knocked on the door which
was half open and Wesley appeared immediately.  "Hi Julian.  Please come
in.  Really good to see you."  Julian walked in and was surprised to see an
older guy, maybe twenty, sitting in one of the chairs.  He got up to greet
Julian and said "Hi.  I'm Bob.  Me and Wesley are half-bros."


Wesley explained that Bob was in college now and was only back home for a
coupla days during their Summer break.  Wesley addressed Bob and asked
whether it would be OK if he went to the house to filch some beer.  Bob
raised his eyebrows but said "Go ahead."


Wesley departed and Bob turned to Julian and said: "So, you are Wesley's
new friend, huh?"  to which Julian replied "We know each other from
school."  It was easy to see that there was already mutual distrust between
the two.

Bob for his part took an immediate dislike to Julian.  He suspected that he
would trade heavily on his good looks (which he admitted to himself were
exceptional) and that Wesley, already on the outer fringes at school, would
be putty in his hands.  Bob estimated that Julian was a little older than
Wesley but he was obviously a far more confident "knowing" boy; he had a
swagger about him and Bob was sure they had dissimilar interests.  Why was
he sniffing around here then?

Bob continued: "Don't get me wrong Julian but I'm sure you know that Wesley
is unkindly referred to as a fag at school.  I've heard this from a bud's
younger bro."

"So?" retorted Julian.

"So!?  So, I'm wonderin if you are planning to use him for sex.  I don't
want him getting hurt."

Julian was getting annoyed, especially at the fact that Bob had so easily
seen through him.  Those college boys had no fuckin room to talk.  Bob was
probably pissed as he sensed he wouldn't be getting first dibs at Wesley
himself!

"Bob, let me assure you that I would never make Wesley do anything he
didn't want to do."

"Yeah, right."  responded Bob.

At that point Wesley re-entered with a six-pack of beers in his hand.  Bob
addressed him: "Wesley, I see no problem in you guys having a beer but I
suggest that the bulk of that six-pack be returned to the fridge, OK?
Anyway, I'm off now.  Have a good evening."  With that, he walked out of
the room.

@@@@

"Bob seems kinda put out."  mused Wesley.  "I wonder what's up with him?"

"He seems OK to me." responded Julian.  "I hope I'm not intrudin here.
Maybe he woulda liked to have had some more private time with you Wes?  I
can see he's fond of you."

"No!  No!  Julian.  I would never put you in an embarrassing situation like
that.  Bob is OK."

"It was just a thought Wesley. You know sometimes half siblings are kinda
competitive and don't get along so well.  But the two of you seem to be
awfully close.  Am I right?"

"Well, yeah.  In a way."

Wesley had popped a can of beer for Julian and walked over to the bed where
he had parked himself.  "I'll get you a side-table so that you can remain
comfortable and still have your beer close at hand. I'm also gonna have a
beer.  My first ever dude!"  Julian smiled and said "Congrats, you little
devil you!"

"You know Julian.  In Spain the atmosphere is far more relaxed when it
comes to alcohol consumption for minors."  Oh, Jesus, thought Julian, here
we go again!  "Is that a fact?"

"Yeah.  I heard also that the age of consent for sex is low."

"Now that makes a helluva lot of sense.  Don't you agree, Wes?"

"I guess so.  Although I don't see that I'll ever benefit from it."  Wesley
stuck out his tongue at Julian and smiled.

"Wes, I don't believe that.  You are a hot guy with a lot goin for you. You
gonna have a lotta people chasin you with their tongues hangin out.  Like
me, you know?"

Wesley looked over at Julian to see if he was making fun of him.  Julian
nodded at him and said: "It's true babe."

Changing the subject, Julian asked Wesley whether he was enjoying his first
beer.  "Yeah, I like it Julian.  But not as much as I like you."  He stuck
out his tongue at Julian once again.  Julian thought: Jesus, this is gonna
be so fuckin easy!  Literally, takin candy from a kid.  And he had just the
candy stick Wesley was yearning for.

"Why don't you sit here on the bed dude?"  Julian asked.  "Plenty room next
to me."

Wesley sat on the bed close to Julian.  "Dude, you ever mess around with
Bob?" asked Julian.

Wesley hesitated.  "Nope.  I seen him in the nude often though.  And one
time, when I was drying myself after showerin, he held me in his arms from
behind."

"Jesus Wes!  That lucky bastard!  Wish it had been me!"

Wesley looked over at Julian and asked "Really?"  "Fuck yeah!" responded
Julian.  "Wouldn't anyone?"

Julian had decided to wear his grey tracksuit bottoms with a red tee.  He
knew that the bottoms were sexy as all hell and showed off a hardon to
maximum advantage.  He looked over at Wesley and took his hand placing it
on the outline of his now hard dick.  "Doesn't that dick tell you the same
thing Wes?  It wants you babe."

Julian placed his hand over Wesley's, squeezing it so that the effect was
that Wesley's hand did the same to Julian's dick.  "God Wes!  I am so
fuckin horny now.  You have that effect on me dude."

Julian pulled the string of his tracksuit bottoms, lifted his ass slightly
and slid them together with his briefs down just enough to allow him to
slip the waistband under his balls.  He glanced over at Wesley whose eyes
looked transfixed as he stared at Julian's throbbing bulbous cock.  He
placed his other hand behind Wesley's head and slowly forced it down
towards his crotch.  "Take my dick in your mouth dude."  he encouraged
Wesley.  "You know as well as I do that you have been yearnin to do that.
Now's your chance."  Wesley hungrily took the head of the cock in front of
him into his mouth and started to suck on it like a baby with a pacifier.
The thought went through his befuddled mind that it seemed so natural to
him; he had surely been born to suck cock.  From nearby, he heard Julian's
voice instructing him to slowly take more and more of his dick in his mouth
and to keep his lips tight around it and to use his tongue continuously.
Wesley was crazed in his efforts to follow Julian's instructions and to
please this wonderful boy.  Eventually, he heard Julian say that he was
close to cumming; he was not to let up and to keep sucking as hard and fast
as he was able. Then a marvelous moment occurred; he tasted one rope after
another of Julian's cum explode in his mouth.  He had never tasted anything
so sublime in his life; he was sure that he could survive on it, and on it
alone, for the rest of his life.  It was truly the nectar of the gods.

Julian fell back on the bed absolutely drained.  His first blowjob had been
magnificent and he knew he had found a cocksucker who combined exceptional
talent with devotion.  It was now up to him to mold that pliant worshipper
of his dick to his own special needs and to keep him in total full-time
subservience.

"What do you say Wesley?"  he whispered in his ear.  Wesley replied
hoarsely "Thank you, Julian.  Oh God, thank you."

Wesley cleaned both of them up and they dressed.  Julian took Wesley by the
shoulders and informed him: "You are now my cocksucker Wes. I hope you
understand that. You will be available whenever I want."  Wesley nodded.


Julian spat on his finger and rubbed it over Wesley's lips, the lips that
were destined to provide him with so much pleasure in the future.  He
collected his stuff and left for home.

@@@@

The following afternoon Julian ran into Anthony in the parking lot of the
apartment complex. Ever since the previous evening he had been cock-a-hoop
over bringing Wesley to heel and his first blowjob had been an awesome
experience.  He felt elated that he had a lifetime of blowjobs ahead of
him; what a fuckin prospect!  Now, however, when he spotted Anthony, he
adopted a neutral expression; he didn't want him to think that anything had
changed since they last saw each other. Anthony had to know that he had to
make good on his promise to get him some head.

"So, what's up with you dude?"  he asked Anthony.

"Nuthin much."  was the reply.  "I was gonna get hold of you later to tell
you that I'm hopin to organize with some cocksucker at school to blow you.
I'm seein him on Friday.  Trouble is we need a place; a car would be ideal
but neither of us has one.  Any ideas?"

Julian smiled.  "Just so happens my old girl is goin out of town again this
weekend to see her sick mother and I'm gonna have the apartment to myself
on Saturday night like before.  Get that cocksucker to agree to Saturday
night and we can use my place."

"OK.  That sounds like a plan.  I'll let you know on Friday night whether
we can do it. Gotta run."

Julian smiled at the thought that there had been no reference to the fact
that Anthony had licked his dick when he had visited before.  He guessed
that Ant was hoping it would soon be forgotten.  Fat chance of that!


@@@@

Anthony went upstairs to the apartment and called Scott.  The phone rang a
couple of times before Scott answered.

"Hello?  Scott here."

"It's Anthony here.  I just wanted to remind you that Friday is payday
dude.  Where shall we meet?"

Tears started to rise involuntarily in Scott's eyes.  "I'm still trying to
get your dough together Anthony.  Can I call you on Friday?"

"No fuckin way!  I don't wanna hear it.  You have an obligation here
asshole and you better come through.
 I'll meet you on the corner below your house at five o'clock.  Be there.
One more thing; I want you to be available on Saturday night; I want you to
meet a bud of mine.  Don't disappoint me on this one.  If you got anything
else on your agenda, cancel it."

He clicked off.



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