THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Five.
Having dumped Scott on his ass in a sea of piss, Anthony exited the changing room toilet looking around to see if the coast was clear. There was no one in sight apart from some kid near the fence sitting on his bike with one foot on the ground, and leaning over the handlebars. Anthony started to walk towards the entrance of the school property when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the kid was cycling over towards him.
"Hey! Anthony." the kid shouted, "It's me, Julian."
Jesus H. Christ, thought Anthony, this is all I need. Julian was a kid like 13 years old who lived in the same apartment complex as Anthony, who had this annoying habit of tailing and tagging on to him at every opportunity. Anthony liked the kid but it seemed that Julian had come to regard him as some kind of big bro. Julian didn't have any siblings and Anthony could understand that he might look up to him; the trouble was that even if he was hanging with the other kids who lived there, if he saw Anthony, he would immediately detach himself from them and join him.
"Hi Julian. What's up bro?" Julian beamed at the familiarity being shown him.
"Nada dude." replied Julian. Nada? thought Anthony, that was a new one. Julian continued: "There was nobody around so I just been ridin on my bike lookin for trouble." He grinned again.
"So did you find any?" asked Anthony.
"Not really." came the reply. "Funny thing happened though. I went into the toilet at the changing rooms......you know the one with the broken lock behind the playing fields?"
"Yeah! Yeah! So?"
"Well, I walked in and there was some kind of commotion goin on in one of the stalls. I kept quiet and listened for a bit. All I heard was this gruntin and and moanin and stuff. So I took a piss and left. Waited down at the fence to see who would leave the place."
"And then you saw me right?"
"Well, yeah............"
"Julian, I think it's time you and I had a little chat. Gimme a half hour to take a shower and then come up to my place. It's number 14.
"Yeah, I know." replied Julian. I might have fuckin guessed, thought Anthony.
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Anthony's parents were playing tennis at the club so they would likely only get home at about 5.30. That gave him about an hour and a half to send Julian on his way. Anthony duly showered, his cock had been smelling of the drying remains of his load and Scott's spit.......ewwww!, and heard a tentative knock on the front door. He slipped on a pair of blue shorts, a red tee, and flip flops and let Julian in. He had decided to go commando to see if there would be any reaction from the kid. You never really knew, did you.
"Go through to my bedroom, it's on the left."
Julian did as he was told and gave a whistle. "Wow! what a cool set-up Ant. All you need now is a private entrance." He gave Anthony this huge wink.
"Yeah, I guess." replied Anthony, who patted the bottom of the bed indicating that Julian should sit there. He himself took his place higher up, with one foot on the floor and lifted his other leg bent at the knee so that it was lying sideways flat on the bed.
"Before we go any further Julian, I want you to promise me you ain't going to say a word to anyone else about what you saw today." Julian assumed this shocked, hurt look: "Jesus, Ant, I never knew you took me for a snitch."
"I didn't and don't buddy but I just gotta make sure it's our secret, OK?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die." said Julian. Anthony replied: "You don't have to go that far dude."
"You know Julian it's only in the past coupla weeks that I've noticed how you have shot up. You gotta be no more than an inch or two shorter than me now. And you are talking like a man now, not some little kid." They both laughed.
"And all that fuckin fluff on your face, I'll have to buy you a razor for your birthday. Lookin hot man!"
"Awww, come on Anthony. Don't embarrass me dude." They laughed again.
It was true though, thought Anthony. The little fucker was now a teenager and a hot one at that. He was about 5'5", 115, light brown hair, grey eyes, and a body that was slim and shaping up nicely. And he had this new hairstyle, a kinda crew but short at the sides and longer on top. Anthony figured he probably must be jerkin off by now.
"One of these days your phone is gonna be buzzin non-stop with all the chicks callin you." Julian blushed and Anthony decided to let it go.
"Julian, lemme explain about today. By now I'm sure you and your buds know all about gay guys and faggots. You probly have a couple at your school. I know the other guys all talk big about it and look down on the faggots but lemme tell you, if you play it cool, faggots in general will come in very handy. The young chicks around your age are pretty reluctant to suck cock thinkin it's gross but ain't that what it is all about? The same applies to me. If you date a chick, you are never certain if she will do the dirty for you, and in the meantime you waste an entire evening buying her hamburgers and stuff. If you hook up with a faggot, they will always be available day or night to suck your dick and on your terms. That's why they exist. You only gotta call em up and they will meet you and give you head. It don't make you queer provided you don't respond. Remember that. You don't have to treat em like a bud, like at school you just ignore em. When you wanna use em, you call em, tell em what you want, and take no shit from them. Well, that is what happened today. I met this guy a while ago and turned him into my cocksucker. There's no goin back for him from now on. I call the shots. Capiche?"
"I think so Anthony. But where am I gonna get some dude like that?"
"Believe me, it will happen. And soon. If it don't, I'll help you OK."
Julian's face lit up. "Really Ant? You'll do that for me?"
"You bet. But remember it's our secret OK?" They high fived and Anthony sent the kid on his way.
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Anthony surfed a little on his computer until the rents got home and the old girl had prepared some supper. His face dropped when he saw it was spaghetti once more. He wished that she would play less tennis and do more cooking. I mean, for fuck's sake, he thought, the old man works for a hundred years and when he retires, he has to eat goddam spaghetti. He left the table without a word and returned to his room.
His thoughts returned to Julian and what had happened that afternoon. Jesus, those little bastards in junior high knew more about what was goin on in the neighborhood than the local priests and lawyers! Anthony was pretty sure he had obtained Julian's silence but he would have to make sure he kept him on side. The trouble was, once kids had been promised something, they never forgot it and expected the promise to be fulfilled. Like a fucking toy train for Christmas or somethin. He regretted now that he had promised to ensure that Julian received a blowjob pretty soon and that, if necessary, he would help. The problem was that both Scott and Andy, who he could easily have coerced into servicing Julian, were too close to Pedro for the whole thing not to come to his notice. And the whole prospect of receiving a blowjob was monumental in Julian's eyes; he would never let it go.
He would think about it later.
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When Julian left Anthony's place, he was walking on air. He and Ant were definitely on buddy terms now. And all that stuff that Anthony had told him; it all made sense now.
Ant was so right about those assholes at school bragging about their sex life and carrying on about fags and stuff. He himself had had his suspicions about Wesley from school but he doubted whether the little pussy even knew himself he was a fag. There was no fucking way that he could be turned into a cocksucker at this stage. He would probably say: "Ewwww! You want me to suck WHAT?" Julian smiled at the picture it evoked.
But then what the hell had Anthony been getting at. He had assured Julian that he would be getting his cock sucked pretty soon. It was fucking good to hear but who in hell was gonna do it? Maybe Anthony had some other plan of his own in mind. All that talk about how fuckin hot he, Julian, was sounded kinda faggy to him. Julian had suddenly realized that he WAS kinda cute and had been attracting looks from chicks as well as older guys (real older guys in some cases). But it wasn't the kinda thing that one guy told another, was it? And what about the fact that Anthony had sat there on the bed without briefs allowing him to peer up his shorts?
The most telling thing had been when Anthony had said if he was unable to get blown pretty soon, he Anthony would help him. Jesus, was he offering to do the job himself? Was Andy really a fag then? It seemed inconceivable but a lotta stuff was now happening that he was having trouble getting his head around.
If Anthony did end up sucking his cock, it would be the best fucking turn of events he could imagine. If it did happen, he would move heaven and earth to turn him into his cocksucker, just like he had explained. And, best of all, he lived virtually next door to him. The prospect was mind-blowing.
One thing was for sure. From now on he was not gonna allow Anthony to treat him like some kid. They were now equals and events would dictate how things turned out. The thought of having Anthony's lips around his dick made his head swirl.
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Scott awoke as usual with a thick head.
He had slept badly and had been tossing and turning for most of the night wondering how he had got himself into the present mess. No only had Pedro assumed complete control of him but he had now succumbed to Anthony's predations. Neither knew about the other as it were, so how the hell was he gonna manage to submit to them both at the same time? His most immediate concern was to stave off Anthony's threat to expose him to Paul if he did not find a way to meet the weekly payment he demanded. If Paul were to find out he was gay his life would become doubly impossible to endure.
He joined his mother and Paul at the breakfast table and almost immediately his mother wanted to know if he was feeling ill. He knew he was looking drained but told her it was nothing, he had just slept badly. She didn't pursue the matter but he saw that Paul was looking at him strangely. That little psycho knew him inside out and he was sure that he had figured out something was up. Paul said nothing, however, but Scott knew he would be keeping close tabs on the situation over the next few days before making any move.
Scott had to call Anthony but he decided he would first go down to the fast food joint where a guy he knew, Bill Kenny, worked and ask him how to go about finding a part-time job. He knew it was the only way he could raise Anthony's dough.
To be continued.......