Story Thirteen.          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 total 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 Gay – Boy Lover theme is there in each 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.

Trent was my Assistant Scout Leader for the last several years of my term as Scout Leader and he stayed on as Assistant to my successor Nick. Trent was a Teacher at a local Primary School and we had made an exceptional Team working together.  An era ended once both of us had gone and this story is about Trent's eventual move to greener pastures.    

     

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.

ABOUT TRENT - THE HISTORY BUFF.

"There is no doubt" said Michael, "that Mr Townsend is a very special bread of teacher. One gifted with a unique talent and ability, not just to teach well, but to inspire and enthuse his students in a way that very few do and he will be missed, by the School, the Scout Group and by every individual he has influenced during the time he has been a part of our community".

"For my part and that of many others here tonight," Michael added, "We were all so strongly first influenced by him at this Primary School in 5^th or 6^th grade or both. He was my best ever teacher and I've not personally encountered a teacher near as good since. He has of course continued to influence me; first throughout my time in Scouts and since then, I'm proud to say simply as a good friend. I know I will certainly miss him".

"But," Michael concluded, "Our loss is another community's gain and on your behalf I want to wish our guest of honour here tonight, the very best in his new role as a Primary School Principal and to ask him to step forward and accept this token of our appreciation".

The Primary School Assembly Hall was not huge, but it was absolutely packed and the noise of the applause, the whistling and the other sounds of approbation was thunderous, as Trent Townsend stepped forward and the presentation was completed.

The Schools own farewell function had occurred earlier and tonight was more of a private function organised jointly by the Scout Group and Trent's many past students and admirers, most of whom had been Scouts. The 2 young men most responsible for the function, Michael and David had both been superb Scouts and amongst the very best ever of the boys who had become Patrol Leaders in my Troop during my 15 year term as a Scout Leader. They had been really close since Primary School days and were both now about to begin at University.

I was finally doing my stint of Country Service for the Accounting firm I still served. I had agreed to take it on since finally giving away my Scout Leader role and leaving the Troop about 2 years ago and had now been in the country for about 5 months.  Michael and David had asked me to come down for this Friday night function and as they were now sharing a flat, they invited me to stay with them for the weekend.

Trent's speech in response was quite long and at times poignant, but full of humour and it was clear that he had every person present involved and hanging onto his every word.  At one stage he acknowledged my presence and went on to talk briefly about how we first met and he became involved as my Assistant Scout Leader.  I was actually quite amazed at what he said about that, because it struck me as being just about a perfect mirror image of what I could easily have said about him...

"I had only been at the School for a few short months" Trent said, "When I started to be conscious of the talk amongst the boys about this `Dusty' person ( Dusty was my chosen Scout Leader name, by which I had always expected the boys to address me ) and as time passed" he continued, "I seemed to hear more and more of it and I was amazed at the number of boys talking about him, and it was all so upbeat and enthusiastic... `Dusty said this' and `Dusty did that' and `Dusty Blah, Blah, Blah'... Dusty,  Dusty,  Dusty,  and I thought, who is this person? And how come he can have such a positive effect on so many boys?"

"But" Trent continued, "having met him, the answers were obvious and I knew immediately that I wanted to work with Aaron and be a part of what he was achieving in Scouting"

Following the formalities I had a brief opportunity to speak with Trent, who told me a little about the challenges he expected to face where he had been newly appointed at a fairly big School in a large country centre several hundred miles away. Trent also told me that Nick, the young man who had taken my place as Scout Leader, was still doing a very good job. 

"So" he said "The Troop is going really well and you need have no concerns on that score".

Of course, Nick was there too and I talked with him, delighting in his obvious and absolute continuing enthusiasm.  I also managed to mix with and speak briefly to lots of the boys who had been Scouts whilst Trent and I had worked together as a team, during my last 4 or 5 years as the Scout Leader. There was one young man there I didn't know at all, but who caught my eye simply because I saw him as just so magnificently gorgeous and because he seemed to be constantly hovering close to Trent, wherever he moved. At perhaps 17 or 18 he was a bit older than my normal preference and yet he really turned me on.    

It was a fabulous night, very reminiscent for me of the special farewell function held in my honour when I finally chose to resign as Scout Leader and I had handed the job to Nick. By then I had reached 40 and sincerely believed that the job needed younger new blood, with more get-up and go than someone like me now had.  I had been feeling tired and had started to see myself as becoming just too old to be as effective as I had been earlier, when younger!!

Michael, David and I were the last to leave after cleaning up and ensuring that the school premises were properly locked and secured, so it was quite late when we got back to their flat.

Nonetheless, the coffee got organised and we sat down to chat and reminisce. As might be expected, the night ahead extended well into the wee small hours of the morning.  What I did not expect were some of the quite major surprises the remainder of that night held in store.

The first came almost immediately, when David said casually, "Are you aware that Michael and I have `come out' and been out for some time now and that we are a couple and intend to stay together long term?"

I guess that I had always dismissed the occasional thoughts I had about the 2 of them, prompted in their younger days by odd little happenings I had observed, so the answer was... "No, I didn't know" and I had to ask, "Are you both comfortable with everyone knowing?"

"Come on Aaron" said Michael, "It's nearly 1990!  I'm afraid you're a bit behind the times. Staying in the closet may have been the norm in your day, but not anymore"

Michael had to be one of the most highly intelligent persons I had ever known, with more assurance and self-confidence than most and he had always been that way. Further, it seemed he had developed into a sincere and nice young man who was extremely impressive and in short, a pleasure to be with. But, when I first knew him, he was a weedy, quite unimpressive looking kid, who given his intelligence and self-assurance and his tendency at times to have verbal diarrhoea, could be quite a pain and sometimes a handful. By 13-14 he had filled out a bit and had definitely improved, looks wise, but even then, at times I still found him an annoying `know it all'. Now he was tall, slim and quite nice to look at with dark hair and eyes and an appealing smile.    

David was almost equally as intelligent, but he had always been a nice kid who caused no trouble and I always thought he was good looking, one of those kids who gave me a sexual turn on, big time. Now, he was shorter but more solid and muscular than Michael, with thicker, collar length dark hair, brown eyes and an equally appealing smile. I still found him very good looking and a real turn-on.  

"Of course you needn't say anything, it's up to you"  David said, immediately putting me on edge,  "But, we were actually wondering about you"

"I don't know what you mean" I said, perhaps a little too quickly.

"Well" he said, "Whilst you've always seemed a paragon of virtue and you've never done anything at all to cause serious concern of any kind, as far as we know you've never had time to have any women in your life and you're obviously a confirmed bachelor. What's more, there were often just little things we noticed that others wouldn't have, that caused us to suspect you of perhaps being a Boy Lover, attracted to some of us kids".

"Aaron" said Michael quickly, before I could think let alone formulate an answer, "This is entirely between us and definitely goes no further, if you choose to answer at all. We're sorry for putting you on the spot; we are just interested in knowing if our assessment was good".

What the heck I thought, so I fessed up, confirming that their assessment was pretty much spot on. "But," I said, "Please ensure that it stays between us. Since I'm no longer running the Troop, it's perhaps not as important as it was, but I still don't have any intention of actually `coming out' any time soon, so I rely on your absolute discretion".

"You absolutely can" said David. "Do you mind if we ask you another similar question?" he added.

"Now that you know and I have your assurance" I said, "I feel totally comfortable talking with you two about virtually anything, so go right ahead"

"Well" he said, "Mr Townsend..um, Boney ( which was Trent's chosen Scout Leader Name ) is definitely a Boy Lover and he was intimate with both of us back when we were Scouts. You spent a lot of time together with him, in your hike tent during the years you worked together and we were just wondering if you might have known or if you ever had any suspicions about him?"

"We were certainly never ever intimate with each other" I said, once I had picked my jaw up off the floor, "and it's not something I've ever even considered. But, now I think about it, I guess it certainly seems possible that like me, it could fit, although I'm genuinely shocked that he would ever have actually done anything and taken advantage of anyone...Did you want to tell me about it?"

"It's quite funny really" said Michael, "Both of you have always been our absolute idols, in fact in many ways you both still are. But, by the time we were old enough to have our suspicions about each of you, we were quite sure that we were both gay ourselves and we had been doing things with each other for a while. So, we decided to see if we could catch either of you out"

"Yeah" said David, "But you were both always such correct, straight laced prigs that we never could and of course nothing ever happened with you. As it turned out we never caught Trent out either, but by complete chance, he actually caught us out!!   When he did, he was totally embarrassed and didn't know what to do, but he was clearly aroused, so we turned the tables on him and he didn't have a chance against our combined charms!!

I had about 10 years on Trent, so he was now in his early 30's. Yet even at that age, he was still blue eyed with light hair and a very nice baby-face. He was not tall but had no excess weight. In fact if anything, I would have called him skinny and he dressed immaculately, even when in casual mode. To me, his sexual appeal to the likes of Michael and David was obvious and quite easy to understand.     

"So, you two seduced him and you were trying to catch me too" I laughed, "dirty little buggers, how did it happen?"

"It was on that  `007 theme Wide Game'  Weekend remember, when you got those 2 Venturers, Fabien and Tibor to help" said Michael with a sneering grin.

Yes, I remembered it very well...

Trent had always been really taken with the competitive Inter-Patrol Wide Games I planned and ran on a theme. They were usually held on Troop nights and involved each Patrol in moving around the local streets finding clues, deciphering codes and meeting other pre-arranged challenges in line with the theme. The winning Patrol was usually the first to finish their course and achieve the ultimate objective. But each course often brought all the Patrols to a central point, such as a park where there would be a fun climax, such as a major flour bomb fight or similar.

Trent proposed the `Wide Game theme full weekend' and we decided to hold it at a Scout camp with facilities so that we didn't need to devote time and waste it in having the boys camp out.  We planned it together with the 2 Venturers who were to be the enemy agents.  Each Patrol had its own small cabin and was called the Bond 00-something Unit.

The 2 Venturers: Gold-Finger's cousins Silver-Finger ( Fabien ) and his Brother Silver-Thumb ( Tibor ) were the exceptions having decided that they would actually camp out, they set up their 2 man tent at the side of the Parade clearing.           

Apart from the interesting conclusion to it, the whole James Bond Wide Game theme thing went really well, despite the unfortunate fact that we managed to pick an absolute heatwave weekend on which to hold it.

Ultimately, towards the end of the weekend Fabien was successfully captured. But Tibor was not and even as we called a final end to the Wide Game and assembled all the boys at the Parade clearing for the results, Tibor was still nowhere to be found.

Trent had everybody's attention and it was quiet in the clearing as he spoke, when there was a sudden blood curdling scream, which continued as the 2 man hike tent literally exploded as poor Tibor emerged madly ripping off every last piece of his clothing.  He was totally nude, jumping around like a madman when he suddenly realised that he was the centre of the attention of some 40 boys and leaders, which prompted him to run towards the buildings to take cover in a bathroom. However, before getting there he managed to run straight into a group of older adult visitors to the camp, complete strangers including several ladies.

The boys all thought it totally hilarious and it took us some time to get them back into order. Further, Tibor remained the brunt of much joking, innuendo and laughter amongst the boys literally for months after that.

Tibors real intention had been to remain hidden in the tent and to emerge from it, still uncaptured at an appropriate moment during Trent's summation, but he had not expected to encounter the retribution of the angry `Bull Ants' who's  nest he had apparently unknowingly disturbed.  According to Fabien, by the time he finally got his wash kit, a towel and some clothing to Tibor so that he could shower and dress, he was covered in huge angry red bites. As I recall, they took quite some weeks to heal properly...

Yes, that had definitely been a memorable weekend!!

"One of the more successful weekends Trent and I planned and ran together" I said, bringing myself back to the present moment.

"Yes" said Michael, "You 2 were just the best as a team and most things you ran together were just fabulous. In fact if anything was ever less than perfect, it was usually just circumstances, not because of a lack of effort, enthusiasm or ideas from you 2.  I always thought that Trent's style supplemented your abilities as an organiser and disciplinarian perfectly.

"What?" I said, "I never ever saw myself as a disciplinarian. It's not necessary with an effective Patrol System working."

"Generally I agree" conceded Michael, "And your management of the Patrol System worked well. But there were times... when your trade mark shout of...'OY!  THAT BOY' could send a shiver through every boy and we all knew instinctively not to cross a certain line. It was quite effective."

"It's true" said David, "your style certainly wasn't authoritarian, you just sort of earned everyone's respect, but we all knew to jump, when you said jump.        

"Hmm, OK very interesting, Thanks" I said, "Now coming back to the big seduction, Tell me about it"

"Our cabins adjoined" said David, "The Cabins for Michaels Patrol and for my Patrol and you will recall that adjoining Cabins had to share a common shower room, what's more the showers were bloody awful, just about useless in fact and you will also recall just how stinking hot it was that weekend.  Anyway after their showers we got our kids settled and for a change, I suppose because it had been such a big and hot day, they were all asleep in both cabins by the time Trent came by to check on us."

 

"We were both standing talking to him quietly and having a moan about the showers" David continued, "When Trent commented that your showers were quite good and suggested that, as it would be some time yet before you four retired, provided we told nobody and didn't take too long, we two had his permission to quietly pop up together and use them if we wanted to."

"So we did" said Michael, "and it was sweet, except that I was quite sure we had locked the door properly, but apparently not.  There were only the 2 shower heads and we were standing side by side using both, but messing about a bit and gradually things got a bit intimate. Soon we both had serious hard-ons and I turned my shower off and joined David under his. We did a good bit of feeling up and some kissing and soon I was on my knees with David's beautiful cock in my mouth. It was at that very moment that Trent walked in on us!!"

"I shall never forget the look on Trent's face as long as I live" said David, "Nor the way he stammered and stuttered but was clearly so shocked that he couldn't say anything coherent. At first I was quite frightened myself, but it became clear quickly that Trent was being turned on by what he was seeing and then I saw the glint in Michael's eye and I knew that everything would be ok. So I stepped around Trent, re-closed the door and this time ensured that it was properly locked".

The story as follows continued to unfold, with both David and Michael sharing in its telling, just as they had been:

Both boys were still dripping wet from the shower, but they managed to sit Trent on the bench between them. He was actually shaking like a leaf, as though he were in high fever. Then suddenly he found his voice and started to protest, telling them that this just shouldn't and must not happen. Michael placed his hand carefully over the obvious bulge in Trent's trousers and started to gently stroke, while David quietly slipped his hand under Trent's shirt and started to rub his bare back.

Trent's protests gradually stammered to a halt and then his hand came to rest on David's bare thigh. In the silence that followed it moved up slowly and then he took David's rigid cock in his hand.  He let out a huge sigh of what seemed to be resignation and leaned back against the wall and whispered, "Oh God, Nobody can ever know about this".

He allowed the removal of his shirt and then he resumed stroking David's cock, while permitting Michael to unzip and remove his pants and undies, so that he could stroke Trent's quite sizeable member properly.

It was the first time either of the 14 year olds had done anything quite like this, especially with an adult and by then they were both every bit as turned on and excited as Trent.

Eventually because he was concerned that he would cum, Trent asked Michael to stop and suggested that he needed to do what he had seen Michael doing to David when he first walked in.

Trent got to his knees on the floor in front of the bench and David stood in front of him with cock at face level, permitting it to glide neatly into Trent's hot waiting mouth. Meanwhile, Michael stood on the bench behind Trent and allowed his burgeoning cock to slip into David's mouth.

All of them were on fire and the serious intensity of the licking and sucking increased. Meanwhile Trent was unable to resist taking his own cock in his hand and stroking away.  Soon both boys were responding to the oral stimulation with some level of face fucking.

David was first to cum and although he tried to do the right thing and pull away before it happened, Trent prevented him from doing so and took every drop of David's offering.  Michael didn't even try. He just fired off his copious load straight into David's throat.  Most of Trent's explosion splattered into David's balls and upper thighs.

Immediately Trent had come down from his climax high, he became agitated and concerned to clean up quickly and be rid of the 2 boys so that he could re-join me and the 2 Venturers before we became suspicious.

"When the 3 of us were next alone together" Michael said, "and there was an opportunity to discuss what had happened with him, Trent was very reluctant at first. But he eventually opened up to us and admitted to being a Boy Lover."

"However," Michael continued, "He was emphatic that he only ever admired the boys he liked from a discrete distance and he assured us that beyond us 2, he had never touched another boy and had no intention of doing so, because he would never put his career into jeopardy that way.  I'm quite sure he was being truthful and totally sincere"

"Did anything more happen between you 2 and him?" I asked.

"We have to admit that it did" said Michael, "On a couple of occasions later that year and on one we even involved a friend of ours named Chris as well.  David, Chris and I had been close in Primary School and Chris really idolised Mr Townsend. But then, his family moved and he never got to be in our Scouts with us. Still David and I kept in touch with him and one weekend when Chris and David had a stay-over at my place, we had a bit of a sex orgy and it became clear that Chris was every bit as Gay as us!!"

"As you are aware" said David smoothly continuing, "Trent's great passion is History and his absolute enthusiasm for it is what he uses to draw in and excite kids and it works, he is fabulous at it.  The really big practical thing that he does is run `War Games'.  It's all about big battles, strategy and manoeuvres. In particular he loves to base his games on the Napoleonic and other similar European Wars and the Boar and Zulu Wars in Africa. But, he also loves American History and the big battles of the Revolution, the War of independence and even some of the Indian wars.  Have you ever attended one of his War Game events?" David asked, "If not you should, they are really something".

"Yeah" said Michael, "you know, that's why he loves your Wide Games so much, because the ideas are similar. You know for example how he gets a big kick out of using his `Ye Old English' style calligraphy to write out the hidden instructions, etc."

"Did you know too" said David, "talking about the Napoleonic period that his interest in Bonaparte was the basis for his decision to choose `Boney' as his Scouting name, not just because he is so skinny and bony?"

Michael laughed and said, "You know, it was always easy to call you `Dusty' because for us right from the start, that was always what you expected us to call you, at least to your face anyway!! But, after having to formally call Trent, Mr Townsend at school for so long; suddenly having to use the name `Boney' instead was not so easy".

"And what name did I get behind my back?" I asked, with a snigger.

"Wouldn't you like to know!!" Michael laughed again.  "Actually it was usually just...'Mr OY!'

"Anyway" said David, "one weekend with Trent's agreement and approval, arrangements were made to have a full Saturday of War Games at Chris's place with a group of his mates. We planned it with his parents for that particular date because they were going to be away for the entire weekend and they were happy for us 2 and Trent to stay over until the Sunday. We went with Trent in his car and just to add to the event, Trent took those huge, fabulous old muzzle loading, Flint-lock rifles and pistols of his along to demonstrate their workings.  The day was an enormous success. I've never seen Chris so excited and all his mates were totally gob-smacked."

Michael continued, "Once all his mates had gone, Chris was just about hyper about the prospect of the night ahead. He was expecting sex, but I don't think he realised that Trent might be involved and he certainly hadn't ever had sex with an adult.  Having had the dinner his parents had left for us and helped Chris to clean up, we moved to the family room and started to pack up all the War Games stuff. When that was nearly done, David and I sat in a single lounge chair together and started to get intimate.  Both Trent and Chris were each clearly concerned at first about the presence of each other when things were starting to happen so openly, and initially Trent in particular was very reluctant. However, once it became clear that there was no problem our night of sexual delight began and what a night it was."

 

"Chris is a particularly delightful, blue eyed blond" said David, "And I'm sure that Trent was totally smitten by him.    For his part, Chris already had Trent on a high pedestal and by the end of that night I think that `absolute worship' would have described his feelings well.  We all had a great time together. I know that I lost count of the number of times I climaxed that night and I'm sure the same would have applied to everyone else."

"Wow" I said, "just exactly how jealous are you trying to make me?"

"Not jealous" said Michael with a laugh, "Just horny!!"

"Well, it's working" I said, "Your friend Chris sounds like someone I'd like to get to know!!"

"It's a couple of years now since that weekend at his place" said David, "But, he's still just as gorgeous now as he was then.  He's actually staying over with Trent tonight and taking him to the airport in the morning.  Once Trent's flight departs, he plans to drive over here and he should arrive about 11, so you will meet him...and then, who knows?!?!"

"AAHH" I exclaimed, "I'm sure I saw him at the function last night, hovering around Trent. If I'm right, I agree that he is gorgeous. He was there wasn't he?"

"Yep" said Michael, "Being a farewell for Trent, there is no way he would have missed it."

"Well it sounds to me" I said, "And it looked to me at the function too, as if Chris is far too totally infatuated with Trent to have any interest in anyone else!!"

And I added, "Besides, Trent is still fairly good looking for his age, whereas I'm balding, a bit over weight and over 40... In other words `Old' I don't think I would still appeal to anyone!!"

Michael smiled, stood, collected the coffee cups and walked through to the kitchen.

David stood as well, and said, "When it comes to sex, you don't know Chris. In fact, you really don't even know Michael and me, do you?... Come on, we'll show you the spare room."

As we left the living room, Michael re-joined us and as we hit the hallway he said, "You've got 3 options and we'll be comfortable with whatever you may decide. David and I sleep together, but there's plenty of room for 3 and we would very much welcome your company, now or whenever. Alternatively, the spare room is all yours and you can stay as entirely aloof as you wish. The third option is to stay aloof until Chris arrives tomorrow and make a further decision then. As you're both here until Sunday, anything's possible, who knows what might just happen, it's entirely up to you. And don't feel that you are under any pressure at all !!"

Fucking Hell – Decisions, Decisions.