THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Seventeen.
As was his wont, Scott had ambled down to the seafront, entered the Arcade and taken up a position at one of the rear standing tables where he could keep an eye on the front door as well as most of the machines, or rather to be honest the boys busy at those machines. Jesus, he thought for the hundredth time, what a bunch of hotties! No sooner had he settled down with a soda, one of the kids who he recognized as a regular habitue, came sauntering over to him and asked "Lookin for Pablo?" Jesus! thought Scott. Was nothing fucking sacred in this place? "Not particularly. Why?"
The kid smiled and, looking around, replied quietly: "Well, me and him are buddies you know? Ain't much he does that I don't know about. And vice versa of course. Seein he wasn't here, I thought I would amble over and make your acquaintance. Hope you don't mind."
"No, its cool." replied Scott. "I guess you know I'm Scott. And you are?"
"James. Not Jimmy." Scott smiled and said "OK." They shook hands.
James was probably two years older than Pablo, Scott guessed, and nicely put together, neither stocky nor skinny. He was softly tanned, his hair uniformly short and sun bleached. He had nice regular features and green eyes with bushy eyebrows. He was wearing regulation teenage clothes, a bit worn, but Scott could see that that was more of a fashion statement than anything else.
"Well, I hope we can chat again Scott. Anytime, dude." With that he gave Scott an outrageous wink and returned to his friends at the machines.
As Scott left the Arcade to return home, he bumped into Pablo.
"Aw geez! You ain't leavin are ya?"
enquired Pablo. "I got sumthin here for you - as promised."
He handed Scott a grubby looking brown paper bag. Scott peered into the bag and saw that it contained a pair of equally grubby looking white briefs. Pablo smiled at Scott and informed him: "They are specially customized for you. I shot three extra loads into em."
Scott had to laugh and gave Pablo a friendly push. What a dirty little bastard, he thought.
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At supper that night, Scott and Paul's old man announced that one of his colleagues had offered him the free use of his lakeside cottage which was situated some 150 miles inland for three days over a weekend. Apparently there had been a family tragedy, or some such shit, and he had been forced to postpone his anticipated weekend break. The old man had thought it would be impolite to refuse the offer and thus they would be leaving on the Friday. Both Scott and Paul groaned at the announcement; why the fuck should they move from the sea on their doorstep to some goddam lake in the boonies? When the boys departed for their respective rooms Scott said: "I guess we just gotta grin and bear it." Paul, after a moment's reflection, replied "Maybe it won't be so bad dude. You never know."
The family was packed and ready when the old man arrived home a little earlier than usual on the Friday afternoon. Scott carried their bags and the provisions and stuff to the SUV and they were soon on their way. Scott and his mother had been slightly dismayed when they discovered that Paul had prevailed on the old man to let him drive. Just fucking typical! thought Scott. In the event it turned out that Paul drove surprisingly well and he was thus allowed to drive for the entire journey.
On arrival at their destination, everyone was keen to scout out the place. It consisted of a small cottage comprising a living room cum kitchen, one main bedroom and a second smaller bedroom, and one bathroom. About twenty yards away there was a separate thatched unit which offered what a motel room might offer; a quite spacious bedroom area, two large beds, the usual occasional furniture and TV, and en suite bathroom. Both boys were impressed. They hurried to collect their bags so that there would be no misunderstanding as to who was going to occupy the outside room.
Scott and Paul stripped down to shorts, tee and sandals and went out for a quick reconnoitre of the the surrounding area. It was a large lake and in front of their property was a small landing with a beached rowing boat. It turned out it belonged to the cottage and they soon found the oars and stuff. Not bad! They returned to their room and were lying on their beds reading when they heard the old man shout: "Hey! You guys! I need some help with the barbecue. Now!" Paul turned to Scott and said: "You go dude. I'm feelin kinda worn out." Scott got up and strolled over to the cottage to assist his father.
A leisurely meal accompanied by a little alcohol put everyone in a mellow mood. Paul and Scott had been allowed a beer each. There was no doubt about how relaxing getting away from the daily routine had been. At about ten everyone was stifling yawns and, one by one, they decided to retire for the night. Both boys showered, brushed their teeth, and climbed into their respective beds, intending to read for a while before dowsing the lights.
The question of whether he would be able to get Scott to blow him had been playing on Paul's mind ever since Scott had admitted to him that he was gay. It seemed to be common cause among his friends that all homos sucked cock but he wasn't too sure that such a generalisation was true. Generalisations were usually just that.........generalisations. However, he had broached the subject with one of the non-bullshitting seniors he knew from school and he had said quite unequivocally that it was true. Ask anyone! he had been advised. So he had decided to put the theory to the test as soon as an opportunity presented itself. What was the worst that could happen? That Scott would go to his parents? Fat chance of that! Paul knew that he held the upper hand there. Now, this visit to the lake where they would most likely be sharing the same room seemed like a good opportunity.
Scott looked over to Paul's bed and saw that he already appeared to be asleep. He switched off his bedside lamp and lay on his side facing the wall and contemplated the day's events. Despite his earlier misgivings he thought he might enjoy the break; his parents already seemed a lot less stressed and overbearing, and even Paul was displaying an attitude a lot less confrontational than usual. He seemed quite friendly in fact.
Scott was dozing off when he felt the bedclothes stir and suddenly realized that Paul had climbed under the blankets and was lying on his side against his back. He could feel Paul's stiff dick pressing against his ass.
"It's only me Scott. No need to panic." he heard Paul say.
"Jesus, Paul, what's goin on man?"
"Don't be fucking naïve dude. You know very well what's goin on. Did you think that my silence was gonna come free? Christ, you really are dumber than I thought!"
"Paul, this ain't right dude. We are bros for Chrissake!"
"Yeah, well, you at least got that right. But lil bros also got needs dude. If you can go around town suckin every dick that comes your way, I see no reason why you can't do the same closer to home. I bet you have given head even to that little piece of shit Anthony. Am I right?"
Scott knew that to deny it would be almost pointless; how else could he explain Anthony's hold over him?
"Paul, he was blackmailin me for Chrissake! I didn't want you to know about me being gay and stuff."
Paul replied sarcastically: "How very considerate of you. Of course it had nothing to do with the fact that I might out you to the rents. Like I told you before, I wouldn't lay that on them. But that don't change nuthin. I got Anthony off your back and now you have an obligation to me. You are gonna be my lil suckboy Scott, so you might as well get used to it."
"Paul, don't do this man. Like I said it just ain't right. I don't even understand why you would wanna do it. I mean you got a hot chick droolin all over you after all."
"Don't bring that into it dude. Just shows how little you know about boy/girl relationships. They don't just put out. I'd probly get to screw her once or twice before she would wanna get married. And if I wanted to dump her after screwing her, all hell would break loose. Hell hath no fury.............and all that crap. A young guy needs a regular outlet; why else do you think straight dudes let fags blow em? You tell me that."
Scott found what Paul had just said hard to refute. Why were all those young kids at the Arcade for example willing to let him suck them off? And it wasn't as if Paul was some gross person; he was undeniably hot and, under different circumstances, he wouldn't have thought twice about giving him head. And, if he were to be honest with himself, his reluctance to do so now had nothing to do with the fact that they were brothers, but all to do with the fact that it would doubtless become a regular thing. How easy would it be for Paul continuously to demand instant gratification with him sitting a few feet away in the adjoining room?
Scott had not replied so Paul, sensing a breakthrough, softened his tone and continued: "You ain't stupid Scott although sometimes I have my doubts about that." He giggled and even Scott smiled. "You know what I said makes sense. It wouldn't only be good for me but I know you would sure as hell enjoy it too. Let's do it man. Its a win/win situation."
Scott knew that if he gave in Paul would have him in his clutches and there would be no going back. But he said nothing and Paul knew that he had won the battle. He placed his arm over Scott and, with his hand flat against Scott's bare abdomen, pulled him closer while continuing to rub his now throbbing dick against his ass. He grabbed Scott's arm and forced his hand between their bodies and on to his dick.
Paul whispered to Scott: "We gonna give it a try OK? I want you to turn around and slip my dick in your mouth. I'm close so don't jack me or anything. Just suck gently on it using your tongue a little."
Scott could no longer summon up any resistance and above all else now wanted to taste this hot young boy's dick. A fulfilment he now realized he had always craved. He turned around and Paul simultaneously turned and lay on his back. Both brothers had always slept in boxers and Scott's eyes were now transfixed by the bulge in Paul's shorts. Paul said nothing further; Scott appeared to be mesmerized by what lay in front of him. He slipped his hand under the waistband of Paul's boxers and Paul lifted his ass to allow Scott to remove them. His rock hard dick slapped against his stomach and Scott with a seemingly innate need, did precisely as Paul had instructed. He took Paul's cock into his mouth and hungrily sucked and licked it. It didn't take Paul long before he shot a thick boy load into Scott's mouth; Paul lay back spent while Scott squeezed the remains of his load on to his tongue. "Swallow it all dude." instructed Paul and Scott, needing little urging, did as he was told. Paul went through to the bathroom to clean himself up while Scott in turn quickly jerked himself off.
Nothing further was said. Paul climbed into his bed and before falling into a deep sleep thought to himself "Mission accomplished! Now the fucker is mine!"
Scott in turn realized that the die had been cast. His own needs would in future overcome his desire to resist. From now on he would be at the beck and call of his younger brother.
To be continued...........