THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Nineteen
Julian lay on his bed watching some daytime crap on his new TV, idly playing with his semi-erect cock. He had called Anthony earlier but had received no reply. Pity! He hadn't seen Ant for a few days but had decided not to push matters until he devised a new strategy. He was pretty sure if Anthony was properly handled he would become a reliable cocksucker but not in the same sense as say Scott, who was clearly a major cockwhore who would suck just as many dicks as were put in front of him without demur. He craved it and Julian thought how cool it was that dudes like him were around to keep alpha guys like himself happy.
Anthony was a bird of another color however. Or was it a horse of another color? Julian could never fucking remember which it was. But who gave a fuck anyway. Anthony enjoyed dominating faggots just as much as the next guy. It was just weird that he seemed to have this hidden thing that drove him to turn submissive from time to time. He was like Mr. Jekyll and Dr. Hyde. Julian was sure that he was the only dude that Ant submitted to and he wanted to make sure that it continued. Fortunately he seemed to be able to play Anthony like a fiddle but it was a delicate balance and he would have to take care when pushing his buttons. No doubt though it would be better to lose Anthony as a cocksucker rather than as a friend who provided the faggots they jointly abused.
Julian heard a knock at the front door.
More like a rat a tat tat actually. He surmised that it was probably Anthony. Julian shook his head; instead of answering the door to see who the fuck was there, here he was wondering who it might be. He got off the bed, slipped on a shirt which he didn't bother to button up, walked to the front door and opened it.
"Hiya Ant. Nice to see you. Come in dude." Anthony gave him a smile in return and led the way to Julian's bedroom. He was carrying two beers which he handed over to his friend. "Thought these might come in handy". "Fuck yeah." responded Julian. "Have a seat."
Anthony looked around and caught sight of the new TV. So the little asshole wasn't bullshitting after all! He addressed Julian: "Nice TV dude!" to which Julian responded "Yeah, I like it. All the latest bells n whistles." He knew full well that Anthony wouldn't let it drop so he elaborated: "Friend of mine was leavin for college and he offered it to me at a good price. I was gonna buy a new set anyway so I took it off his hands." Anthony nodded sagely and said "Makes sense dude." Anthony knew full well that the whole story was a load of crap but he didn't pursue the matter; he himself wouldn't have minded getting a new set like that.
Anthony, as was his wont, lay across the bed with his back against the wall, feet on the floor. What fucking option was there after all; the room was like a small-sized closet. Julian was standing in front of him looking at him with those big fucking eyes, offering him one of the beers he had brought.
"Thanks bud." he informed Julian as he accepted the can. Surreptitiously he looked Julian over and, as usual, came to the incontrovertible conclusion that he was a major hottie. He was wearing his tracksuit bottoms revealing evidence bulge-wise of a recent hard-on (he swore Julian was going commando), and had an unbuttoned sport shirt thrown on which allowed an onlooker a clear view of his slim hard tanned body. Jesus, he thought with some unexplained annoyance, those little bitches at the high school were going to have leaking cunts when they clapped eyes on him next week.
Julian flopped down beside Anthony on the bed, making a show of adjusting his cock. "So, what you been up to Ant? I thought by now you might have been around for a visit." Anthony shrugged his shoulders and replied: "Nuthin much dude. Went to the beach a coupla times. That's all."
Julian said nothing for a minute or two, making a show of watching the TV. Without taking his eyes off the TV, he asked: "So, tell me Ant, you ain't been holdin out on me have you? Like keepin all those cocksuckers of yours to yourself, huh?"
"Jesus, Julian, you know me better than that. It seems Scott has been kinda busy lately suckin off his younger bro. But I been givin thought to reeling in that fag Andy at school again. I thought maybe you and me could work on it when we return to school next week."
Julian feigned ignorance. "Andy? Is that the same fag I caught you suckin off in the restroom at the school fields?"
Anthony blanched. "For fuck's sake Julian. You know that ain't true. But yeah, it's the same guy."
Julian smiled inwardly and replied: "Whatever you say, Ant."
The conversation died for a minute or so and both boys made as if to watch "Days of our Lives" or "Treasure Island" or some such shit on the TV. Anthony's eyes kept straying to Julian's crotch, which did not go unnoticed by the younger boy. Julian decided "Fuck it! If he wants to suck my cock then who am I to deprive him of that pleasure!" Julian pulled the string of his tracksuit bottoms, lifted his ass, and lowered them to his knees. Not a word was said; Julian lay back with his junk on display while Anthony, after briefly glancing at Julian, went down on him and proceeded to suck his dick to completion.
After a brief rest Julian turned to Anthony and said: "That was awesome dude. Why do we always make such a big deal out of this? We both know you like doin it and I sure as hell get off on it. Let's agree then; if either of us feels the need, the other will help out. Ain't no shame in that; it's just between the two of us after all. Whaddya say?"
Anthony didn't reply but Julian knew he had won the day.
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The rest of the week was as usual a flurry of activity before the return to school. Paul and Scott's mother had started a part-time job and so the boys had been expected to do their own shopping. Both of them needed some items of clothing and a new semester always required the replenishment of accessories such as stationery, books, etc. When they were told both boys groaned but they knew it was pointless.
That afternoon Paul and Scott were lounging about in their own rooms sorting out their stuff. Scott heard Paul go through to the bathroom between their bedrooms and proceed to take a leak; as usual he made no effort to disguise what he was doing. When he had finished, he poked his head around Scott's door and said "What you up to?" Scott replied "Been checkin through my stuff to see what I need for school." Paul continued: "Jesus, dude, have you gotta depress me? I'm down enough as it is.
How about when you finished you come through to my room and check out what I need? You know it ain't my bag Scott."
About twenty minutes later Scott went through to Paul's room. Looking around he said: "Christ, what a fucking mess! Where do I start?" Paul, who was lying on his bed playing with his dick, smiled broadly and grabbing his dick, said "How about here, bro?" Scott looked down at Paul and felt his cock give an involuntary kick. "On one condition only." he informed Paul. "That you strip right down to your socks." Paul replied "You serious?" Scott nodded yeah and Paul, shaking his head, said "OK. You got it. You know you really are a pervert dude!" Paul quickly stripped and lay back on his bed, telling Scott to get to work.
Scott looked down at his younger brother's body and, for the hundredth time, marvelled at how perfect it was. He was neither skinny nor too buff; he was perfectly proportioned and his cock and balls matched the rest. He wasn't hairy at all except for a boy's silky bush and some sparse pit hairs. However, there was evidence of what was to come on his lower arms and legs, where soft short blond hairs were beginning to sprout. Scott also noted the commencement of a treasure trail leading from his navel down to his pubic area. Yum! Yum! thought Scott in his befuddled mind.
Scott slipped Paul's socks off and proceeded to run the tip of his tongue all the way from his feet to his pits carefully skirting around his cock and balls. He licked around Paul's nipples, causing the boy to give a little shiver, as he knew it would, then down the valley between his pecs until he reached his navel. By now Paul's dick was beginning to ooze precum; Scott took his dick in one hand, squeezed it gently, and licked off the sticky fluid it emitted. Paul was starting to buck his ass and instructed Scott to take his dick in his mouth and to suck out the load he so desperately wanted to discharge. Scott complied and was soon rewarded with a thick wad of cum over his tongue. He ran it around his mouth savoring the taste of his brother's load and at Paul's urging swallowed it down.
After a pause Paul got up and went through to the bathroom to clean himself up. When Paul returned, he informed Scott he was going out for a while and suggested that, while he was gone, Scott could evaluate what his needs were for the upcoming return to school. Typical! thought Scott but, uncomplainingly, set about the task he had been given.
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Paul called Anthony to see if he was at home. He was and Anthony invited him to visit. Paul asked whether he could source some beer, if so he would pay for it. Anthony informed him it would not be a problem and that he would wait outside the apartment complex for Paul to pick him up. On arrival Paul saw that Anthony was accompanied by another guy.
"I hope you don't mind Paul but I bumped into my friend Julian in the parking lot and I invited him to join us. Hope that's okay."
"Not a problem." Paul replied. "Let's get that beer. I don't know about you guys but I'm kinda thirsty."
To be continued............