THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Twenty Six.
Ever since the "party" at Julian's apartment one Saturday night with Scott, Anthony and Julian himself, Paul had been keeping a beady eye on Anthony at school. He was still completely nonplussed by the fact that Anthony, who had been a classmate of his for quite some time, was apparently a fag. Even now, he gave no indication at school that he was that way inclined. But, Jesus, he sure could suck a good cock! He had never had a better blowjob; a damn sight better than any chick of his acquaintance. And come to think of it, almost as good as his big bro Scott, who was a champ at gay stuff. Since that evening he and Anthony had continued to casually greet each other at school each day, as if nothing had happened. He couldn't fucking believe it! However, he had not changed his mind about the whole affair; he was completely convinced that, given the right circumstances, Anthony would be up for a repeat performance. His dick started to harden at the mere thought of it.
He went into the bathroom which he shared with Scott in order to take a piss. He could see from the light under the door to Scott's bedroom that he was still awake. He left the seat of the toilet up when he had finished and did not flush; he knew that it drove Scott nuts. He then walked into Scott's bedroom without knocking; another no-no as far as Scott was concerned. "Hi bro." he greeted Scott, who glared at him with annoyance. Scott was lying on his bed reading; he walked over to him and took the book from out of his hands. "This any good?" he asked. Scott didn't reply; he was convinced that the last book Paul had read had been some nursery crap in grade one.
Paul sat at the foot of Scott's bed. "Listen dude. I been wonderin. What's up with that Anthony guy? I mean he always looked normal to me, still does, but at Julian's place that night, he gave me a top grade blowjob. Is he gay?"
Scott bridled at Paul's insensitive vocabulary and normally would have avoided the discussion. However, it was a matter about which he himself had wondered. Julian and Anthony had used him together one day and neither of them had spared the horses as it were. Anthony was particularly aggressive with him, not that he was complaining, but it came as a major surprise to him to see Anthony suck Paul off so compliantly.
"I'm not real sure Paul, to be honest. On a previous occasion, he came on to me and there was no indication he wasn't straight. It was a surprise for me to see him with you that night at Julian's place. As a matter of interest, how did that happen? Who hit on who?"
"Well, it wasn't exactly like that. I was sittin there sippin on a can, when Julian comes up to me and asks whether I would like Anthony to blow me. I thought he was jokin or sumthin so I asked him if he was serious. "Hell yeah." he says. "Are you up for it?" Naturally I said yeah, still not really believin what was goin on. So he replies "Cool" and disappears. Five minutes later Anthony walks in and gets right down to work. You know the rest."
Scott found the whole story difficult to believe but, Jesus, facts were facts. He had always thought that there was somethin different about Julian and it was obvious that he traded on his good looks. He and Anthony were close buddies and maybe, just maybe, Anthony had a thing for him. If so, Julian was perfectly capable of taking advantage and twisting Anthony around his little finger. Scott smiled at the thought that Anthony might be his bitch.
Paul by now had tired of the conversation and announced that he was going to bed. He exited via the bathroom slamming the door behind him.
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Scott and Paul's mother had a sister who lived in a town some 150 miles away. It had become a tradition for the family to visit there over a weekend once or twice a year and at breakfast the next day the brothers were informed that the family had been invited to visit the following week. Both Paul and Scott groaned on receiving the news, much to their mother's annoyance. On previous occasions there really had been no way out of it as they had a cousin there but it occurred to Paul that there might be an excuse this time as their cousin Bert had just left for college. He wouldn't therefore be in attendance.
Paul addressed his mother: "As you know Mom it's always great to see Aunt Madge and to swap stories and stuff with Bert. But Bert has left for college now and he ain't gonna be there. So really I don't know what the hell me and Scott are gonna do there for a whole three days. And the town itself is such a backwater. No beach, nuthin. We'll go nuts. I mean on our last visit the only movie house had just closed down permanently. Can't we just stay at home? Me and Scott ain't babies no more and we can look after ourselves."
Their mother found Paul's arguments hard to refute so she promised to discuss the matter with their father. The following day the boys were informed that it had been agreed that they could stay at home. "No parties or shenanigans, hear? And Scott will be in charge." Scott nodded yeah and caught his brother's eye. Paul just smirked.
That evening Paul enquired whether Scott had any ideas for the weekend. Paul thought that a party of sorts might be in order. Scott replied "I don't want no girls here." Paul countered "Jesus, Scott, did I mention anything about girls? Did I? How about we invite Anthony and Julian? We need to reciprocate after all." He knew Scott would be a sucker for a deal like that. Scott made out as if he were considering the matter. "I guess we do owe them. Will you ask Anthony at school then?"
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The following day at school Paul drew Anthony aside. "Gotta minute bro?" Anthony looked at him suspiciously and replied "Yeah, I guess." Paul explained that he and Scott felt an obligation to reciprocate after Anthony and Julian's previous hospitality; they would have the freedom of the house over the next weekend and wondered if he and Julian would like to come over for a get-together of sorts on the Saturday night. Booze and weed and some munchies would be provided. "Sounds good."
replied Anthony "I'll run it by Julian to make sure he ain't got nuthin already planned. Should be okay. Thanks."
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Julian was a little intrigued by Paul's invitation; it sounded great and it had been a while since he had had the opportunity to let himself go - some weed, some beer, and no fuckin inhibitions. What worried him a little was the unbalanced nature of the attendees. Scott would be the only faggot there and Anthony, although sometimes pliable, would sure as fuck not be willing to fulfil such a role. Maybe Paul figured that Anthony was really a closeted fag, so he would have to be disabused of that notion. One "swallow" didn't make a Summer. He smiled at his own wit. He decided to call Scott to see if he was available for a set of tennis. He was, so he intimated to him he would meet him at the club in an hour.
Scott's and Julian's tennis was of a similar standard and after a keenly contested set they rested in the garden-type chairs at the side of the court.
Julian turned to Scott and said: "Listen dude, me and Anthony really appreciate your inviting us to your place next Saturday. We are really looking forward to it. Normally, I wouldn't dream of raising a matter like this, as it's really not our business. But it occurred to me that, after what happened at your place, Paul might be thinkin that Anthony is gay. You gotta please tell him that is far from the truth as you yourself should know. Anthony ain't gonna suck no dick; whether that is gonna fuck up the evening I don't know but it's somethin to think about."
Julian got up to leave and, joined by Scott, they walked towards the clubhouse. Julian turned to Scott and announced "Gotta take a leak dude. Wanna join me?" As Julian knew he would Scott replied "Sure."
The club was almost deserted. In the lounge four or five lady club members sat nattering. Julian and Scott entered the men's room and Julian headed towards the urinals. He looked around towards Scott who followed him and stood beside him. Julian fished out his dick, which Scott could have sworn was thickening, and started to piss. He suddenly pointed it towards Scott and, with a laugh, made as if he intended to splash him. Scott, unnerved, jumped away. Julian suggested to Scott "Maybe you should hold it dude so that you don't end up gettin wet." Scott took Julian's smooth silky cock in his hand and directed the stream into the urinal while Julian for his part inserted two fingers into the stream of piss and brought them up to Scott's lips clearly offering them to him. Without demur Scott took Julian's piss covered fingers in his mouth and licked and sucked on them until finally Julian was done. Julian chuckled "You wanted that huh?" Scott said nothing and Julian informed him "Next time I'm gonna dump a whole fuckin load in you dude."
Getting ready to leave, Julian had just started to tuck his softening dick into his tennis shorts when the door suddenly opened and in walked young Lennie. He looked at the scene before him in a bemused way, offered some sort of apology and tried to leave. Julian called him back and gave him a hug. "No need to run off dude; you remember Scott huh?" The youngster nodded yeah and Scott said hello. Julian continued: "Didn't see you anywhere earlier Lennie. Me and Scott just finished playin a set and were about to leave for home." He ruffled the younger boy's hair in a friendly way.
"Maybe see you sometime next week okay?" Lennie managed a smile and replied "Sure thing Julian."
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That evening after supper the two brothers repaired to their own bedrooms. It wasn't long before loud rap music emanated from Paul's room. Scott consoled himself with the thought that it wouldn't be long before his father climbed the stairs and told Paul "to turn that damn thing down".
Scott had been giving some thought to what Julian had said that afternoon. In theory Scott would have revelled in servicing all three young dudes by himself the following Saturday night. But he knew that it wasn't really feasible. It could turn out to be a long night. Julian had clearly said that Anthony would be batting for the opposing team and had correctly surmised that the party would possibly be ruined. He said it would be a total "fuck-up" or something along those lines. (Jesus! What a hot little fucker he was!) He heard his father remonstrating with Paul next door before the stereo was turned down.
After a few minutes Paul burst into his room without knocking of course. He was fuming. "You know dude, if I wasn't living here rent-free, I would really pack up my stuff and move out." Yeah, right, thought Scott. He could just imagine his sophomore bro peddling his ass outside the Video Arcade down at the beach.
"Calm down bro." Scott advised Paul. "He's only doing what parents do. And to be honest that rap shit is a pain in the butt."
Paul laughed.
Scott continued: "Listen dude. Me and Julian played a set of tennis this afternoon and afterwards I kinda asked him about Anthony. He assured me that he's straight as a dye. I get the impression that Julian runs the show though. If Julian says "Suck Paul" then he does it. I was wondering if we shouldn't invite another gay guy to the party. What do you think?"
"That's fuckin interesting. In that case, maybe we should. You got anyone in mind?"
"Not really. Possibly that Logan guy on the swim team. He's just come out to himself. But he's green as fuck. How about you?"
"LOGAN!! HE'S GAY? Who'da thunk it."
Scott laughed. "He thinks the sun shines outta Julian's ass. It does, of course."
Paul gave him one of those looks. "I don't think Julian's so hot. Maybe I should ask Andy from school, he thinks the sun shines outta MY ass. I hear he's a real slut but maybe that's what's needed. You okay with that?"
"Sure bro. It's your party."
"I'll chat with him tomorrow."
To be continued......