THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Twenty One.
Julian, as was his wont, kept an eye on the comings and goings of residents and visitors at the apartment complex. His apartment was on the second floor of his building and faced the parking area, so there wasn't too much that he missed. He laughed to himself at the dirty looks he had received from two of the wives after he had spied them seeing off nervous looking guys after, what appeared to him, to be unexplained "visits". Fucking bitches!
He caught a glimpse of Anthony in the parking lot chatting with Wayne, the guy who lent him DVDs from time to time. He waited until Wayne took his leave and then shouted an invitation to Anthony to join him for a soda.
Anthony, clearly pleased, informed Julian that Wayne had agreed to lend him two DVDs for Saturday night.
He continued: "I was about to come and chat with you dude. I gotta call from Paul this morning and he asked whether we would have any objection if he brought Scott along to join us on Saturday night. I told him that I didn't think that would be a problem but that I would run it past you. Are you OK with the idea bro?"
"Jesus, of course, dude. I had kinda took it for granted that Scott would be there." Laughing, he continued: "It wouldn't quite be the same if the cocksucker wasn't there."
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At eight o'clock on Saturday evening Julian and Anthony had everything in readiness. The beer which Anthony had sourced and that which Paul had dropped off earlier had unobtrusively been moved up to Julian's apartment and stashed in the fridge. In addition Anthony's dealer had stopped by and dropped off the weed Anthony had ordered. This was suitably hidden from sight in Julian's bedroom. Julian had been successful in having his old girl pre-prepare what looked like a mountain of pizza and both boys were highly tempted to tuck into some of it. They held off, however, knowing that once a joint or two had been passed around that evening, everyone's appetite would have been whetted and that the pizza would subsequently be ruthlessly demolished.
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Paul and Scott arrived dead on time and were welcomed by Julian. He directed them through to his bedroom. The sight of a senior, two sophs and a soon-to-be freshman would have seemed incongruous to an outsider but all of them seemed to be be comfortable with the situation. The three younger boys were soon bossing Scott around and he in turn was responding to them without demur. Julian instructed Scott to fetch another armchair from the living room and take it through to his bedroom and then to come through to the kitchen area. He handed four beers to Scott and told him to take them through to the bedroom as well and to enquire from the other guys if they needed anything else. "Just make sure they got everything they require okay?" Scott did as he was told and was kept pretty much on the hop from then on. If truth be told, Scott was revelling in the situation; he found that being dominated by the three younger teenagers was a tremendous turnon. His dick was stirring and he hoped that it was not discernible to the others.
When Julian returned to the bedroom, Anthony loaded one of the DVDs, dimmed the lights, and rolled a couple joints which were soon being passed around. Paul ensured that Scott partook as well; he knew from experience that Scott had little tolerance against the effects of smoking weed and surmised that that would contribute to the success of the evening. If it were to bring about Scott's further general degradation, he was all for it. He had it coming in his view.
Anthony was getting buzzed after the weed and drinking two beers and discarded his shorts and shirt and lay back on the bed in just his boxers, displaying the start of an erection. Paul smiled and decided to join him. "You want for Scott to join us here dude?" he asked Anthony, who just gave a goofy smile which Paul took for agreement. He summoned Scott and whispered to him: "Take care of him bro. That dick sure looks as if it needs some attention. Strip down first dude."
Scott discarded his jeans and shirt and, when Anthony stood up, he got on the bed and lay down on his back. He had of course serviced Julian and Anthony on a previous occasion. Anthony moved over him with his knees astride his body and plunked his ass down on Scott's chest. His bulging crotch was directly in line with Scott's face; he leant forward and with his hands behind Scott's head, lifted it and forced it against his crotch. Scott felt the throbbing outline of Anthony's cock against his face and took in the scent of his sweat and precum where it had leaked through his boxers. Anthony lifted his ass slightly and allowed the older boy to release his cock and then take the sticky head into his mouth and to start sucking on it. Anthony roughly forced his entire dick into Scott's mouth and throat to the extent that he was spluttering to catch his breath; Anthony was beyond caring, however, such was his need to discharge his load and, holding Scott's head in a tight grip, continued to face fuck him until finally he came in his throat and over his tongue. After what seemed like an eternity to Scott, Anthony withdrew his dick thus allowing Scott to properly catch his breath. Paul and Julian had been avid onlookers to what had taken place and were sipping on beers whilst slowly fondling their own dicks.
After a respite of about 10 minutes, Scott got up and went through to the bathroom to clean up. He had barely finished when the door opened and in walked Julian, who closed the door behind him turning the key in the lock. "Mighty impressive performance dude." said Julian with a smile. "I'm kinda looking forward to starting school with you guys next week if that's what can be looked forward to."
Julian continued: "Man, I need to take a piss so bad. Wanna give me a hand Scott?" The older boy looked a bit perplexed so Julian said: "Don't act so fuckin naïve dude. You met lil Julian once before and I bet you anythin you been hankerin to see him again. Now, get over here dude. Do your stuff."
With that he moved over to the toilet bowl and stood in front of it.
Scott followed, lifted the seat and knelt down beside Julian. He loosened the top button of his jeans, let down the zipper, lowered his briefs, and fished out Julian's semi-erect dick. He gave the head a lick or two then held it firmly and pointed it at the bowl so that the younger boy could relieve himself. Julian emitted a fast strong stream of yellow-tinted piss and just when it appeared he was done, he instructed Scott to take the head of his cock in his mouth and to swallow the remaining five or six spurts. "How'd it taste dude? Good? I bet it did. Don't move now. Let's finish the job."
With Scott retaining the head of Julian's now stiff dick firmly in his mouth and continuously swirling his tongue around it, and with his hands cupping Julian's ass cheeks, the younger boy proceeded to jerk himself off until he shot a goodly load of sweet boy cum over Scott's tongue, which he swallowed with relish. The two boys cleaned themselves up and returned to the bedroom. Scott felt as if he were in a daze; Jesus, he thought, what is it with that little bastard Julian. All he knew was that he would do anything, anywhere, and at any time for him if asked.
Anthony was lying on the bed after his exertions while Paul was ensconced in one of the chairs. Both were sipping beers and passing a joint from one to the other. Julian joined them and sat in the remaining chair while Paul called his older bro over and had him sit on the floor in front of him.
Paul was reflecting on what had taken place earlier and was truly amazed at how Scott had meekly submitted to Anthony's degradation of him. Anthony had spared him no consideration whatsoever and, although he was aware of his brother's basic submissiveness, the way Anthony had ravaged his cocksucking mouth was an eye-opener. Anthony really was a badass in his own right and Paul felt a grudging respect. The events of the evening so far had of course built up to a situation where he himself was feeling a real need for sexual relief, and although normally he would have backed off from "performing" in front of other dudes, he thought "fuck it" and decided to use Scott to get himself off. Jesus, Scott was HIS brother after all, wasn't he? He really did deserve first dibs as it were.
Paul was sitting on the chair with his legs astride with Scott on the floor between them, his back against the front of the chair. Paul leaned forward, pulled Scott's one arm around and placed his hand on his crotch. By now his dick was raging hard and Scott's hand felt good on it. Scott started to squeeze his dick which was a clear indication to Paul that he was up for some action. Softly, he said to Scott: "OK bro. Turn around on your knees. Let's show these pussies how it's done."
Paul was wearing tracksuit bottoms; Scott pulled the string holding them up and Paul lifted his ass slightly so as to allow Scott to push them down around his ankles. Scott dived in and buried his face in his bro's crotch. He could feel Paul's throbbing member against his face and proceeded to lick it up and down through Paul's by now wet sticky briefs. Paul gave an involuntary moan and lifted the waistband of his briefs allowing his cock to escape. To Paul he said: "Go to town bro. No hands, just your tongue and your cocksucking mouth okay? The usual dude."
Scott proceeded to service Paul in a way that had now become natural to him. His thoughts were focused completely on the task he had been given, to the exclusion of all else. His fast bobbing head was testament to his efforts and in a matter of minutes Paul shot a huge load into his throat and mouth. Both he and Paul couldn't help but smile when Anthony and Julian spontaneously proffered loud applause.
Before the others departed that evening Julian baked in the oven the pizza his old girl had prepared for them and it was wolfed down together with the last of the beers. Compliments flew from left, right and center and Julian felt duly proud. He would really have to consider performing some of his undone chores during the course of the following week........
To be continued...........