THE OUTING OF SCOTT
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Chapter Nine.
The morning after Julian had spoken to Wesley and they had arranged for Julian to visit again, Julian lay back against the pillows on his bed in a relaxed state after having jerked off as was his wont when he woke up in the morning. Jesus, he thought, will this never fuckin end? Always having to get himself off, clean up the mess (he was a prolific cummer), and then somehow have to smuggle his stained undies into the dirty laundry hoping his old lady wouldn't see the evidence of his sexual predilections. I mean it was fuckin embarrassing! He decided that in future his mother would just have to live with handling his cum and piss stained undies; if she didn't like it, that was her tough luck!
Julian was becoming more and more confident, however, that a breakthrough was imminent in his dealings with Wesley; the little faggot was clearly drooling at the mouth whenever he saw Julian. Maybe he didn't know yet what the hell he was drooling for, but Julian would be happy to teach him and put him in his place. Julian had been reading a lot of stuff on the internet lately and was surprised how much of it tied in with his own view of things. He had always felt that he was superior to those around him and recently a number of events had reinforced that conclusion. Many other people by their very nature accepted the opposite view of themselves, that is, that they were "inferior" in some way to guys such as himself and actually yearned to demonstrate it. The whole concept made his head swirl. He wanted to dive right in as it were. He realized that he was still an inexperienced young dude but, for pete's sake, what the fuck was there that was so difficult to understand? It was the law of nature. He was convinced that these asshole so-called psychological professors and stuff, by making a big deal of it, were really just disguised conmen trying to promote themselves and their stolen ideas. Fuck them! He knew what was right for him and what was right for Wesley.
The whole thing boiled down to your own personal circumstances. For example, he was clearly a "superior" person and Wesley was an "inferior" person. Therefore it was up to him to mould Wesley's mind so that he understood what his position in life was to be. He, Julian, would as a consequence be entitled to benefit from his superior position. To reduce matters to their crudest, why the fuck should he have to get himself off, clean up the mess, and deal with a laundry problem afterwards? He should have others willing, able and available to do all of that stuff for him.
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Later that day Wesley called Julian to get confirmation that he would in fact still be visiting him. Julian could sense the anxiousness in his voice. He asked him whether he doubted his word and Wesley was quick to reassure him that that was not the case. He really only wanted to find out whether he could get anything in for him. Like beer or sumthin. "A coupla cold beers would be nice." indicated Julian. Wesley said "Cool. What time shall I expect you then?"
At eight that night Julian entered through the garden gate and walked around to Wesley's place at the back of the house. As he approached he thought he heard voices coming from the room. He knocked on the door which was half open and Wesley appeared immediately. "Hi Julian. Please come in. Really good to see you." Julian walked in and was surprised to see an older guy, maybe twenty, sitting in one of the chairs. He got up to greet Julian and said "Hi. I'm Bob. Me and Wesley are half-bros."
Wesley explained that Bob was in college now and was only back home for a coupla days during their Summer break. Wesley addressed Bob and asked whether it would be OK if he went to the house to filch some beer. Bob raised his eyebrows but said "Go ahead."
Wesley departed and Bob turned to Julian and said: "So, you are Wesley's new friend, huh?" to which Julian replied "We know each other from school." It was easy to see that there was already mutual distrust between the two.
Bob for his part took an immediate dislike to Julian. He suspected that he would trade heavily on his good looks (which he admitted to himself were exceptional) and that Wesley, already on the outer fringes at school, would be putty in his hands. Bob estimated that Julian was a little older than Wesley but he was obviously a far more confident "knowing" boy; he had a swagger about him and Bob was sure they had dissimilar interests. Why was he sniffing around here then?
Bob continued: "Don't get me wrong Julian but I'm sure you know that Wesley is unkindly referred to as a fag at school. I've heard this from a bud's younger bro."
"So?" retorted Julian.
"So!? So, I'm wonderin if you are planning to use him for sex. I don't want him getting hurt."
Julian was getting annoyed, especially at the fact that Bob had so easily seen through him. Those college boys had no fuckin room to talk. Bob was probably pissed as he sensed he wouldn't be getting first dibs at Wesley himself!
"Bob, let me assure you that I would never make Wesley do anything he didn't want to do."
"Yeah, right." responded Bob.
At that point Wesley re-entered with a six-pack of beers in his hand. Bob addressed him: "Wesley, I see no problem in you guys having a beer but I suggest that the bulk of that six-pack be returned to the fridge, OK? Anyway, I'm off now. Have a good evening." With that, he walked out of the room.
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"Bob seems kinda put out." mused Wesley. "I wonder what's up with him?"
"He seems OK to me." responded Julian. "I hope I'm not intrudin here. Maybe he woulda liked to have had some more private time with you Wes? I can see he's fond of you."
"No! No! Julian. I would never put you in an embarrassing situation like that. Bob is OK."
"It was just a thought Wesley. You know sometimes half siblings are kinda competitive and don't get along so well. But the two of you seem to be awfully close. Am I right?"
"Well, yeah. In a way."
Wesley had popped a can of beer for Julian and walked over to the bed where he had parked himself. "I'll get you a side-table so that you can remain comfortable and still have your beer close at hand. I'm also gonna have a beer. My first ever dude!" Julian smiled and said "Congrats, you little devil you!"
"You know Julian. In Spain the atmosphere is far more relaxed when it comes to alcohol consumption for minors." Oh, Jesus, thought Julian, here we go again! "Is that a fact?"
"Yeah. I heard also that the age of consent for sex is low."
"Now that makes a helluva lot of sense. Don't you agree, Wes?"
"I guess so. Although I don't see that I'll ever benefit from it." Wesley stuck out his tongue at Julian and smiled.
"Wes, I don't believe that. You are a hot guy with a lot goin for you. You gonna have a lotta people chasin you with their tongues hangin out. Like me, you know?"
Wesley looked over at Julian to see if he was making fun of him. Julian nodded at him and said: "It's true babe."
Changing the subject, Julian asked Wesley whether he was enjoying his first beer. "Yeah, I like it Julian. But not as much as I like you." He stuck out his tongue at Julian once again. Julian thought: Jesus, this is gonna be so fuckin easy! Literally, takin candy from a kid. And he had just the candy stick Wesley was yearning for.
"Why don't you sit here on the bed dude?" Julian asked. "Plenty room next to me."
Wesley sat on the bed close to Julian. "Dude, you ever mess around with Bob?" asked Julian.
Wesley hesitated. "Nope. I seen him in the nude often though. And one time, when I was drying myself after showerin, he held me in his arms from behind."
"Jesus Wes! That lucky bastard! Wish it had been me!"
Wesley looked over at Julian and asked "Really?" "Fuck yeah!" responded Julian. "Wouldn't anyone?"
Julian had decided to wear his grey tracksuit bottoms with a red tee. He knew that the bottoms were sexy as all hell and showed off a hardon to maximum advantage. He looked over at Wesley and took his hand placing it on the outline of his now hard dick. "Doesn't that dick tell you the same thing Wes? It wants you babe."
Julian placed his hand over Wesley's, squeezing it so that the effect was that Wesley's hand did the same to Julian's dick. "God Wes! I am so fuckin horny now. You have that effect on me dude."
Julian pulled the string of his tracksuit bottoms, lifted his ass slightly and slid them together with his briefs down just enough to allow him to slip the waistband under his balls. He glanced over at Wesley whose eyes looked transfixed as he stared at Julian's throbbing bulbous cock. He placed his other hand behind Wesley's head and slowly forced it down towards his crotch. "Take my dick in your mouth dude." he encouraged Wesley. "You know as well as I do that you have been yearnin to do that. Now's your chance." Wesley hungrily took the head of the cock in front of him into his mouth and started to suck on it like a baby with a pacifier. The thought went through his befuddled mind that it seemed so natural to him; he had surely been born to suck cock. From nearby, he heard Julian's voice instructing him to slowly take more and more of his dick in his mouth and to keep his lips tight around it and to use his tongue continuously. Wesley was crazed in his efforts to follow Julian's instructions and to please this wonderful boy. Eventually, he heard Julian say that he was close to cumming; he was not to let up and to keep sucking as hard and fast as he was able. Then a marvelous moment occurred; he tasted one rope after another of Julian's cum explode in his mouth. He had never tasted anything so sublime in his life; he was sure that he could survive on it, and on it alone, for the rest of his life. It was truly the nectar of the gods.
Julian fell back on the bed absolutely drained. His first blowjob had been magnificent and he knew he had found a cocksucker who combined exceptional talent with devotion. It was now up to him to mold that pliant worshipper of his dick to his own special needs and to keep him in total full-time subservience.
"What do you say Wesley?" he whispered in his ear. Wesley replied hoarsely "Thank you, Julian. Oh God, thank you."
Wesley cleaned both of them up and they dressed. Julian took Wesley by the shoulders and informed him: "You are now my cocksucker Wes. I hope you understand that. You will be available whenever I want." Wesley nodded.
Julian spat on his finger and rubbed it over Wesley's lips, the lips that were destined to provide him with so much pleasure in the future. He collected his stuff and left for home.
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The following afternoon Julian ran into Anthony in the parking lot of the apartment complex. Ever since the previous evening he had been cock-a-hoop over bringing Wesley to heel and his first blowjob had been an awesome experience. He felt elated that he had a lifetime of blowjobs ahead of him; what a fuckin prospect! Now, however, when he spotted Anthony, he adopted a neutral expression; he didn't want him to think that anything had changed since they last saw each other. Anthony had to know that he had to make good on his promise to get him some head.
"So, what's up with you dude?" he asked Anthony.
"Nuthin much." was the reply. "I was gonna get hold of you later to tell you that I'm hopin to organize with some cocksucker at school to blow you. I'm seein him on Friday. Trouble is we need a place; a car would be ideal but neither of us has one. Any ideas?"
Julian smiled. "Just so happens my old girl is goin out of town again this weekend to see her sick mother and I'm gonna have the apartment to myself on Saturday night like before. Get that cocksucker to agree to Saturday night and we can use my place."
"OK. That sounds like a plan. I'll let you know on Friday night whether we can do it. Gotta run."
Julian smiled at the thought that there had been no reference to the fact that Anthony had licked his dick when he had visited before. He guessed that Ant was hoping it would soon be forgotten. Fat chance of that!
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Anthony went upstairs to the apartment and called Scott. The phone rang a couple of times before Scott answered.
"Hello? Scott here."
"It's Anthony here. I just wanted to remind you that Friday is payday dude. Where shall we meet?"
Tears started to rise involuntarily in Scott's eyes. "I'm still trying to get your dough together Anthony. Can I call you on Friday?"
"No fuckin way! I don't wanna hear it. You have an obligation here asshole and you better come through.
I'll meet you on the corner below your house at five o'clock. Be there. One more thing; I want you to be available on Saturday night; I want you to meet a bud of mine. Don't disappoint me on this one. If you got anything else on your agenda, cancel it."
He clicked off.
To be continued..........