Story Fifteen.            A LIFE IN THE CLOSET  by  AARON THE AUSSIE.

 

If you are under 18 you should NOT be here, so DO NOT read on.  Just EXIT NOW.

 

"A Life in the Closet" is fiction, but it is very largely based on my life experiences, so quite a lot of it is an attempt at recording in a slightly changed way, some of the significant events in my life.  And of course, names etc. have been changed.

 

Each Story that I have written, ( and I have used that word rather than the word Chapter ) can be read quite independently of all the others, because each is a complete, stand-alone story.   Some are longer than others and some have less or even minimal, if any sex.  But, the basic Boy Lover theme is there in each story.  Just occasionally, a character will be in more than one story. 

 

However, they are all written from my point of view and I have tried to keep them basically in an order of chronology.  So, they can be read in number order giving, an overview and flow to a significant number of the things that have happened to me over the years.

 

In the story which follows, having achieved my maximum status as a "Partner" in the highly prestigious Accounting firm I had always served throughout my working life, I made a decision to relocate, so as to be closer to the city and more readily available as needed at work.  I chose my new residence with care and found myself very satisfied. It had been a quite good decision   

     

I have tried to make each story interesting and as sexy as possible, whilst keeping them all as REAL as I could, particularly as regards things like; the language used, the ages of those involved, the time period relevant to that particular story and the prevailing attitudes of the community at the time.  

 

All of my Stories are completed and I don't plan to make any changes to them, but I would still be very interested in your feedback. I'm sure most Nifty Authors really like to feel appreciated for their efforts and we all love positive feedback. So, please email me at: aarontheaussie@bigpond.com

 

Just a reminder too, that Nifty needs our financial support.  Please help with what you can, if you can.  Every bit helps, no matter how small.

 

So... Here goes I hope you find this story OK.         

 

Aaron.

 

A LIFESTYLE CHANGE – THE INNER-SUBURBAN APPARTMENT.

 

The boy stood up from the lounge chair where he had been sitting drinking the glass of Coke I had given him. He put down the empty glass on the coffee table and moved, as he had been asked to, placing himself right in front of me, waiting quietly. I looked him up and down, picturing him totally naked in front of me.  Then I stood too, gripped his T-shirt at the waist and he allowed me to slip it up and over his head to reveal his beautiful, taught chest with those perfect little nipples. As far as I could see as I resumed my seat, he seemed to be totally hairless, just as I really liked boys to be.  So far so good!!

 

Putting his hand on my shoulder to steady himself, he removed both his shoes and his socks and then resumed his provocative stance in front of me wearing only his trousers, which were already clearly beginning to tent.

 

I sat forward and removed his belt. Then I unsnapped and unzipped his trousers and allowed them with my help, to fall to his ankles, from where he stamped them off with his feet and kicked them away.  Finally taking hold of his briefs on each side, I began to slowly and carefully slide them down his thighs, exposing him inch by tantalising inch until the pressure on his now straining boyhood, caused it as it escaped, to snap solidly up slapping his lower stomach and navel. I then dropped the briefs, which he removed in like fashion to his trousers.

 

The boy was now standing fully naked between my thighs and I could feel my own solid arousal and my excitement as I gazed at his magnificent prick standing straight and proud at 45 degrees and his balls in their perfectly proportioned pouch. 

 

The lad didn't seem in the slightest bit embarrassed standing there naked and I longed to take that exquisite dick and bury it deep in my throat, but Instead, I took it in my hand feeling its warmth and hardness and noting that it was already throbbing softly under my fingers, as if just waiting to be used.

 

He sighed and rested his hands on my shoulders. "That's really nice," he whispered, "You've got me really turned on and excited".

 

Experimentally, I pulled the erection towards me, and to my delight, the boy allowed it and followed through, leaning forward on his toes, his hands still on my shoulders for balance, to push it in the direction of my waiting mouth. He then moved in even closer, actually as close as he could possibly get, as I bent my head forward so that my lips and his dick met and as they did, I took control by moving the grip of both of my hands to his hips and waist.

 

An electric shock ripped through both of us as his dick disappeared into the moist cavern of my mouth and my tongue bathed it as I slowly eased it in towards my throat. He gasped with apparent passion and lust as his hands moved from my shoulders and he desperately grabbed and held on to the back of my head.

 

Without once letting my grip on the boys hips go, I began to fuck his cock in and out of my mouth as I Sucked with increasing passion. He quickly got into rhythm, adopting a thrusting action until we reached a state of near frenzy and I was sure that he would explode at any moment.

 

Given this, I drew back, breathlessly saying, "Not yet, Not yet... It's too quick, just wait a bit!!". He was breathing heavily as he remained in front of me, his cock still rigid, throbbing and glistening with my saliva. Even though I was still brimming at that moment with lust, I took the time to stand and quickly but carefully remove all of my own clothing.

 

Once I was down to just my briefs I again reached for him and gripping him tightly, I slid down to the floor, taking him with me.  We rolled together on the carpet and then somehow he managed to turn himself round and asked quietly if he might remove my briefs and see my dick. He didn't wait for my answer, he just did it and before I could fully comprehend his intention, my dick was engulfed in his wet, warm mouth. I soon had his cock back in my mouth as well and we began a long and passionate sixty nine action.

 

And there we were, both now fully naked, laying on the soft, smooth carpet, completely lost in each other, endeavouring both to give and take as much delight as we possibly could from each other. It was as if the boy had been doing this all his life, or had wanted to.

 

He started to suck harder, allowing more and more of my shaft to fill his mouth as his hands massaged my balls, his delicate fingers running lightly all over and around them.

 

I groaned, as I urgently sucked at the boy's young and magnificent cock. I desperately wanted him to cum loads so I could take it all. At the same time, I really wanted this to go on for ever. My own cock was throbbing with a passion as the boy's mouth and hands were quickly carrying me to the brink.

 

He began to thrust himself in and out of my mouth with an animal lust that made it clear that he too was at the brink.

 

We erupted simultaneously, the boys final thrust forcing his rampant dick just that little bit further into my throat as he held still and ejaculated furiously, his spunk jetting out in a continuous stream of pure elation. He shuddered and trembled as I took the last few drops of his essence but otherwise he remained still, his eyes closed while he gradually regained some control of his breathing.  

 

My own explosion had been every bit as fantastic with the boy clearly anticipating it and pulling away quickly enough to have my offering go all over his face, with some reaching his neck and upper chest. 

 

We lay together on the floor holding each other, but unmoving for a time, collecting our thoughts and coming down from our super high. Then the boy rolled away onto his back and I watched as he used a finger to scoop some of my offering from his face. He extended his tongue and took a very tentative taste, but then scooping up more he took the finger fully into his mouth and sucked it clean.

 

He turned his head to look at me, smiling ( Wow, what a beautiful smile ! ) and then he began to laugh somewhat self-consciously as he got up onto his knees and sat back on his haunches.  "It tastes a bit odd, but I don't mind it at all really" he said, "Perhaps next time I won't pull away".

 

"Is there going to be a next time?" I said grinning, "You must be very confident that I will invite you up again and perhaps some kind of a sex maniac, to just assume that there will be a next time!!"

 

"Well" he said somewhat more shyly, "I can only hope you liked it and that you will want to ask me back"

 

"Actually that was all so really fantastic" I said, "I can't see myself resisting lots of repeat performances. You're a very, very sexy boy and I don't even know your name, what should I call you?"

 

"My name is William" he said shyly, "I'm very pleased we were able to get together like this, it's so nice, very private and comfortable".

 

"You obviously enjoyed it every bit as much as I did" I said, "Do you mind telling me how old you are?"

 

"I absolutely loved it" he said, "it was what I would call my first `real and decent' proper sexual experience, so it's been quite momentous for me. In fact, I was worried that my inexperience would be clear and I was shaking so badly because I was so scared, I thought that it would all be quite obvious to you"

 

"I'll be 14 by the end of the year" he stated, after a pause during which he had absently scooped more goo from his face and again sucked his finger clean,

 

"I've wanted something like this to happen for so long" he said, "actually ever since I first decided that I must definitely be Gay and I've been so frustrated, because until now, it just hasn't. So, thank you" he added.

 

"You're very welcome" I replied, "I'm glad it's been a good experience for you, because I was worried about being a bit too old for you".

 

"I've encountered and managed to avoid a couple of old blokes in that toilet block" he said looking up sharply at me, "and once I got sucked off through one of the glory holes by an old bloke. That was OK, but he then forced his way into my cubical and when I wouldn't suck him in return, he tried to make me take his cock up the bum. I was lucky to get out of that one. It was horrible; he was a real `Dirty old man' I recon".

"By comparison" he added, "you're really nice, as was your method of approach. Despite always being scared shitless anyway, when the sex with you just now finally starting to happen, I found I wasn't scared of you at all. In fact I felt very comfortable with you right from the start, so now I'm seriously hoping that you really will let me come back here again sometime, will you, or were you just saying that?"

 

"I would be very happy to spend more time with you Bill" I said, "so I'm sure we can arrange something"

 

"Great" he said "But it's William OK, not Bill ! ...Well, I'd better clean up now and get going. May I use your Bathroom for a sec, Please?"

 

We collected up our clothes and I took him to the bathroom and gave him a face washer. While he cleaned up and we each dressed, I contemplated his request for a further get together.  I knew very little about him, but my impression was of a very polite, intelligent and well-spoken kid, who if he had been truthful, was little more than mid thirteen. He was slim with a small neat pubic bush, but no other body hair at all. His dark hair was thickish and stylish, fringed across his forehead. His eyes were very blue and his lips were thick and puckered. He was not gorgeous, but he certainly had a strong appeal. My impression was more of sex appeal than of good looks and I was still taken by that killer smile of his. I knew that I definitely wanted to see him again.

 

As I let him out of my apartment I suggested that I would again be sitting on the same bench at the park, after lunch the following Saturday, at which time he could meet me once more, if he wished.

 

"I'll be there" he assured me, "See you then" he said as he waved and moved off down the stairs.

 

Returning to the lounge room, I sat quietly to review the recent big lifestyle changes I had experienced, which were perhaps heralding a whole new and different faze of my life. I also needed to further contemplate what had just occurred with young William.

 

It was 1992 and I was now 41. Twelve months ago, I had achieved full Partner status at the very large and prestigious accounting firm where I had been employed all of my working life. As a result I saw my future, work wise and financially, as finally very safe and secure.

 

Having become a Partner, I spent a little over 6 months on a special project for the firm, residing in a large country town. Whilst there, beyond my work environment, I was a somewhat anonymous figure for the very first time in my life and circumstances permitted me as a result, to successfully indulge in my secret `Boy Lover' interest, in a way that I had never been able to do  before. ( See Story 14 ) 

 

I had spent my entire life, with good reason, well into the Closet and had no future intention whatsoever of `Coming Out', at least not openly, or to my extended family, my friends and colleagues at work or to my existing network of other friends. However, I had certainly enjoyed that period of self-indulgence.  Provided that I continued to be prudent and careful, I felt that future similar opportunities were still possible.

 

In the days when I was young, very few people `Came Out' and it was never an option during the many years of my voluntary service as a Scout Leader. In fact, during those years I was very largely celibate and I kept myself deeply inside the closet. Even during my recent time in the country, my concern was such that, amongst the boys I had become friendly and intimate with, I chose not to use my actual given name. Instead I called myself Dustin, which could and did become Dusty. I felt happy and comfortable with Dusty as it had been my chosen Scout Leader name and it worked so well that it was what I again used when introducing myself, to young William. It would be good I thought, if Dusty could become a `Nick' name for regular future use when appropriate.           

 

Not long after my return from the Country, given that I now had the financial resources to do so, and that it would make it so much easier for me to cope with the far more extensive demands of my new work role, I began to think of a change of residence. I could do a lot more of my work at home now and I would, but I still needed to be close to my city office. I could afford to go up market, but still wanted to live in an area which was quiet inner suburban old style quality, from where I could drive quickly, or easily catch a bus to the city.

 

Having begun my search, I was amazed how quickly and easily things fell into place when I found what I considered to be a close to perfect option. It was a near new spacious first floor apartment ideally located for all my work and other needs, which was in a quite magnificent building complex. The price was a little high, but within the range I had pre-determined and given an issue seen by the Agent as something of a problem for the vendor, namely the very close proximity of a noisy school,  I succeeded in negotiating it down somewhat, despite the fact which I kept to myself, that as indicated below, I saw the issue more as a benefit than a problem.

 

So, within a very short period, my existing property was sold, my purchase was completed and I found myself moving right across the city and away from the area where I had spent all of my prior life and where I had most of my past ties.

 

I spent some money on new furnishings and re-decorating and I had the apartment fully air conditioned. I soon found myself feeling very comfortable there and quite happy with my new life.

 

Whilst the apartment had all of the conveniences of an `up market - close to the city' quality lifestyle, two further benefits were the icing on the cake that for me anyway, had made it so very close to a perfect purchasing choice. The one mentioned above, was the immediately adjacent quite large area of school playground next door, which belonged to a rather old and prestigious private boy's school.  I was able to look down from my apartment into this, entirely without being seen and I was pleased to note that I could also readily view the entrance to a toilet block on the edge of the playground area. It seemed to be quite an old block, but well used by the boys.  The other further benefit was an older style but very large park area right across the road. Amongst other things, this featured a quite large public toilet block, situated in the park directly opposite my apartment, which I could simply access by crossing the fairly quiet street. Further, like the next door school playground, I could view any comings and goings in the park area if I wished, from the privacy of my apartment, with total and complete anonymity.

 

I was confident on this score, as one special aspect of the re-decorating I arranged to have completed was the mirrored glass coating of all of the apartments windows. This effectively gave them all a one way view only, looking out, but ensured that nothing at all could be seen looking in.  My new habit was to work at home several mornings each week and I had positioned my home office to readily permit me to view the school yard next door from my desk. The mirrored glass also permitted me to comfortably view the park from the apartments lounge area windows which overlooked it.

 

William was one of a couple of boys I had thought, from observation over my first few weeks, seemed to spend quite a bit of time in, or hanging around near the school yard toilet block and at one stage, I saw him have something of a confrontation with another boy who accosted him just after he had emerged from the toilets.

 

I made a couple of brief visits to the park toilets and assessed them as having some potential as there were several stalls, a number of glory holes and there was quite a bit of graffiti. However, my observations from the apartment, made primarily at weekends, suggested that they were used mainly by older men. I felt the need to be careful and to minimise the extent to which I personally frequented the park toilet block.

 

At one stage during one of my first observation weekends, I had noted a teenager sitting on a park bench at some distance from the toilet block. But, he had gone when I looked again and I gave him no further thought. However, I saw, who I was sure was the same boy again, sitting there the following weekend at about the same time and having watched him this time for a while, I eventually saw him get up, stroll along the path and into the toilets. When he came out again quite some time later he returned again to the bench and sat there for a further period.

 

Getting off the bus on my way home from the office one late afternoon I visited the Park toilets and emerging, again saw the same boy sitting on the bench. As I walked past him I smiled and nodded. He acknowledged me with a shy wave and a smile and I saw him lick his thickish lips nervously.

 

I was now very interested in this boy, but something about him was odd, although at the time, I couldn't put my finger on just what it was. However, the very next day I again saw William in the school playground and realised immediately that the boy in the park was him. What had thrown me was that he was not in school uniform at any time I had seen him in the park.

 

The next Saturday at about the same time he was again sitting on the park bench and I watched him for some time. On this occasion when he got up and strolled to the toilet block, he followed a youngish looking man in. As soon as he had entered I left my apartment, crossed the street and sat down myself on the bench to wait and see how he would react.

 

I saw the young man come out, but it was some further time before William emerged. As he walked back towards the bench he saw me, frowned and clearly hesitated, I presume wondering whether or not to use the bench again whilst I was there. But, he did and it was obvious as soon as he sat down that he was fairly upset.

 

He nodded to me and responded to my "Hello, how are you?" with a quick "OK". But, he was very tense and eventually I just asked him if he was really all right. I imagined that he might have unsuccessfully tried to engage the young man in the toilets. But, he was obviously not going to say anything about that to anyone.

 

"Just feeling a bit off" he said, "I'll be OK presently"

 

I watched him sit there for some time gradually settling from his tension and I noted what seemed to be his sidelong glancing efforts to surreptitiously observe me too.  Then he got up and said "see you" as he walked off and away.

 

"Yep, see you again" I called after him.

 

The following Saturday, which was last week we again spent some time together sitting on the park bench. He had already been in the toilets and presumably nothing had happened on this occasion, so he was in a calmer state of mind and we talked a bit. It was only small talk but it gave us both more opportunity to look directly at and sum each other up.  I introduced myself as `Dustin, usually called Dusty' and he took my proffered hand and held it somewhat longer than would normally have been appropriate, using  a quite good firm grip, but, whether just by accidental omission or by intention, he didn't respond with his name and I didn't ask.

 

I pointed to my building telling him where I lived and he said that it looked pretty impressive. I explained having only recently moved into it and how really pleased I was with it.

 

"Doesn't living so close to a noisy school worry you?" he asked.

 

"Not at all" I replied, "My building is pretty soundproof and looking down into the school yard when the kids are about, keeps me feeling young". And I deliberately added "Especially since some of them are pretty cute looking!!"

 

His response to that was an odd look, but he didn't say anything and not long after that, having run out of small talk I chose to be the one to leave first, suggesting that I might see him again the next Saturday.

 

"Sure" he said, "See you then, Dusty"

 

Back at the apartment I arrived just in time to see him again entering the toilets. So I decided that the next time we met would be the time for action. I would invite him up to the apartment and see how he responded.

 

It was exceptionally hot this morning and I wondered if the boy would show. But of course he did and in comparison to our prior meetings he seemed particularly friendly and happy to see me.

 

We chatted generally for a while and then he broached the subject of my view into the school yard and asked if my windows were the funny looking ones you couldn't see through.

 

"Yes" I said, "if you're looking from outside in the school yard, because the glass is only one way" and even though I already knew, I asked, "Is that your school?"

 

"It is" he said, "and I checked those windows of yours out during the week. They're pretty neat, like the rooms you see on TV in the cop shows, where they can watch the interrogations without the crooks knowing they are there watching" and he added, "I wouldn't mind seeing that school yard view of yours at all, from your side".

 

"That shouldn't be a problem at all" I responded, "In fact, its bloody hot today and the apartment is air conditioned. If you'd like to come up and have a look, we could share a bottle of coke".

 

He stood up immediately and licking his lips he very deliberately made a show of carefully groping himself.

 

"Sounds great, let's go" he said enthusiastically.

 

 

0o0o0o0o

 

 

By the time he was 18 my boyfriend William and I had enjoyed an excellent relationship lasting some 4 years. It started with sex, which got better and better as we experienced all of it together, without restraint. But, as he matured and our friendship deepened, beyond sex we did so much more together.

 

Our age difference was never a problem and we both understood that the time would come, as it did, when as a `Boy Lover' I would find that William had matured beyond the upper boundary of my sexual interest and I again became much more interested in younger boys.  Further, Williams longer term interest would be in a partner more his own age, who he in fact found at around 18.

 

So our relationship ended, but on the best possible terms and we have remained very firm longer term friends.

 

My apartment remained and still is, one of the real joys of my life.