Story  Four (A)            A LIFE IN THE CLOSET  by           ARRON 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 Gay – 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.

The Story below, relates to my first year at High School.  In those days it was a  "Boys" High School ( although it became Co-educational, but not until after my time ) and I was 12 during most of my first year there – Year 7.  As opposed to a quick bike ride to the local Primary, My High School was at some distance and involved quite a long local bus line trip   

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.

For convenience, all of my Stories have been placed in a single Directory in the: Gay, Adult / Youth Category. 

"Young Friends" and "High School" are really the relevant categories for this particular Story.       

All of my Stories are completed and I don't plan to make any changes to them, but I would still very much appreciate and be interested in your comments and feedback.

Please email me at:  aarontheaussie@bigpond.com

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

Aaron.  

HIGH SCHOOL – FIRST FRIENDSHIP.

My Nana ( Mums Mother ) was just so lovely and was a huge influence on my early life and the interesting thing was that her house was a short walk only from my new High School.

She had bought it after my Grandfather died because she wanted to downsize, but into something modern and comfortable.  It was one half of a new concept, like the old rental type semi-detached cottage, but called a Duplex Villa. ( a single building comprising 2 independently owned residences, usually separated by the two garages, which would have a common middle dividing wall )

The move from Primary to High School, whilst a major change, was not so bad for me.   I had never had to travel to school before using the local regular bus service and it was quite a long trip, but the trip was quite familiar to me because of a lifetime of visiting with my Nana.

The school was also a high-quality  "Selective" one and I was proud to have qualified for selection so that I could attend there.

It was a "Boys" High School, located only a short walk from the shopping Centre where the bus terminated and only a short further walk to the local surf beach.

At the start of my first year - year seven, I was quite tall, slim and well matured for my twelve years and because of my prior experiences I kept right on having a rapidly growing and expanding sexual interest in boys.  I continued to look at and assess them all and I allowed my imagination and sexual excitement to run wild whenever I thought about those who appealed to me.

I was still very quiet and reserved, but I knew what I liked and I knew that for anyone with a similar sexual interest, my blondish hair and my looks generally were in my favour.

There was no one else who came to that High School from my old School, who I could describe as a friend and so from the start, I was back to again being fairly friendless and alone.  As a result, I got into the habit of often going to Nana's place for lunch.  This was good, but there were difficulties from time to time because of Nana's health problems and over time, and as I started to have some friends, I went less often.

Back then we were certainly not the multicultural society we are today, but it had begun big time and there were a good number of boys of ethnic origin at the school. In particular, there were lots of Greeks and Italians and an occasional Asian. Most were born locally but with parents who migrated here following W.W.II.

One of my first new friends at High School, was George Angelochrystos. We were drawn together because of our particular interest in Science.  George and I both found this new subject very interesting. In fact George became something of a lunatic in the chemistry lab, whilst I seemed to excel more at physics.  Together we became known as  "the two mad professors".

Even a couple of our teachers were clearly of an ethnic background. Regrettably they both had rather unfortunate names, which became the basis for some, behind their backs, derision.  Unknown to him for example, our Science teacher Mr Fockerpoulos, just had to become Mr Fuck a Poulos.

( and Poulos was nearly as common a name as Smith or Jones )  Some preferred  "Mr Fuck a Poodle".  Our Maths teacher Mr Catsarnis was widely referred to by many boys as  "the Cats Anus".  I, of course deny ever using any of these derisive names !!

George was a typical mad scientist. Not only that, but he tended to be into all sorts of mad-cap schemes and as we became friends he tended to draw me into them too. Some were just fun, but some got us into considerable trouble with school authorities. When I think of George today, I see real similarities to "Doc" in the   "Back to the Future"  film trilogy, even though I am thinking of a boy and a really Greek looking one at that.   I guess the main physical similarity was the hair style, despite the fact that George's was Black not white. Although they would not be in fashion for some years, his was kind of "Afro".

I was intrigued quite early in our relationship by what seemed to be a lot of freedom of movement for George in a particular area under his trousers and whilst not sure, I was fairly convinced that he did not wear briefs or any underwear. The other thing that I noted with interest was that he often seemed to have small but quite apparent, white stains in that area on the front of his grey school uniform trousers.

One day as we headed to a Double Science Period, George told me that he planned to  "purloin"  some acid from the Science Lab during the lesson, for an experiment he was trying to do at home. 

He had a glass bottle with a screw lid and I watched him trying surreptitiously, to pour the acid from a beaker into the bottle, without being noticed.  How, I know not. But, somehow he managed to drop both.  The fragile glass beaker smashed on the bench and the bottle bounced off it and fell to the floor. In the process acid from both went everywhere, but most went all down the front of Georges lower shirt and his trousers.

He was sent off to the PE change rooms and told to get out of his acid drenched clothes quickly and take a hot shower.  I was sent with him in case he needed help.  Before we reached the change rooms, he was showing stress and indicating that the acid was starting to burn his skin.  He was also very worried that he had no other clothing to change into.

George was pleased when we got to the change room and found nobody around. He stripped naked quickly, throwing his shirt and trousers on the bench and placing his shoes and sox under it and he ran straight into the showers. ( I was right, no underwear !! )

I was at a loss as to what to do. My immediate thought was to try to find Mr Hughes, the PE Master.  But then I thought,  "whilst he showers himself, perhaps I should try to wash the acid off Georges clothing for him and the way to do that is in the showers too".  So I stripped off as well and gingerly carried the offending garments into the shower room.

I chose the shower beside George and with some soap, started to try to wash the acid out, making the water as hot as I could manage. There were two problems:

First, it was a bit too late and I found that the materials were already disintegrating in some areas, so I was wasting my time as the garments seemed beyond saving anyway. So, George was right...What the heck was he going to wear ?.

Second, I found it very difficult to concentrate on my task and admire the naked boy beside me as well. There were wash basins outside I could have used to try and wash out the clothes. But I didn't, I wondered why?.

The thing was that we were absolutely alone ( unlike a normal PE Period, when the place was packed ) and I couldn't help but stand there and stare, and become very aware of my growing hard-on.  Physically, George was nowhere near as big as me, but his development in the dick department was well advanced.  It was at least as big as mine, his balls had dropped and he had hair growing. Being a typical Greek, it was likely that he would eventually become quite a hairy guy.

I also became aware that George was staring right back and that his dick was rising too.  He turned his shower off and stepped towards me, taking my dick into his hand without a word and he started to stroke.  I shuddered and reached for his.  It was nearly fully hard, but was rock hard within a few strokes

"Oh God, that feels good" he said,  "I've never been touched like this before, have you?"

"I have"  I replied,  "But, what you're doing to me still feels fantastic"

Although I was still nervous, being out in the open shower area of the open change room, we stood there under that showerhead and continued to mutually stroke, knowing that this wasn't going to take long for either of us.  I was getting more and more excited and could feel that George was too.  It was amazing that we both simultaneously whispered, word for word at the very same moment,  "I'm going to cum, don't stop" and for twelve year olds, both our ejaculations were incredible.  Our eyes met and locked and we stood there saying nothing, but lost in our own thoughts for quite a while.

Then suddenly I stirred and said,  "We had best clean up and get out of here... Are you badly burned at all or did the shower do the job?".

"Fortunately, I'm pretty right"  he said as we each ensured that all our cum was washed off and away properly,  "But, I still don't know what I'm going to wear !!"

"Well" I said pointing to the garments I had dropped and discarded ,  "Those Clothes have had it, they're only fit for the rubbish bin, so I'll have to get dressed and go find Mr Hughes if I can and see if he can help".  But, as I turned the shower off it dawned on me that neither of us had a towel either.

I dried as best I could with my hands and with some rub down help from George, and dressed despite still feeling wet and clammy.

Then while George remained cowering naked in the shower room I set out to find Mr Hughes, which I eventually did.  He loaned me a towel for George and gave me an old T-shirt and some shorts from unclaimed lost property, which did the job.  Although they didn't fit him very well, they were clean and at least he was well enough dressed to get by for the rest of the school day.

I checked the time as we returned together to the Science lab to collect our gear and report back to Mr Fockerpoulos, and found that it was well into the lunch period.  George was able to talk his way out of trouble, as Mr F was a softy. ( a nice person and a good teacher, but not a disciplinarian ) But, it was too late to go to Nana's for lunch, as arranged.  That meant dropping in on her on the way home, so she would know I was OK ( which I did )

A quick lunch purchase from the School canteen was always pretty awful, but had to do and George and I chatted until classes resumed, mainly about our mutual science interests, but as we departed to our separate classes for that afternoon, George suggested with something of a glint in his eye and a grope of his shorts, that we would have to arrange a sleepover at his house sometime soon.  I agreed and said that I would discuss it with my parents, anticipating no problem.

There was no way that I was going to miss Scouts on any Friday night or any weekend Scouting activities, so we chose a free weekend and agreed to do a Saturday Matinee together and that I would then stay over at Georges on the Saturday night.

After a quick early lunch on that Saturday, armed with my overnight kit I caught the bus as I normally did for School and for Nana's and met George when I got off at the terminus, which was quite close to the Theatre and a walk of only a few blocks to Georges house.

In those days for a lot of youngsters, the Saturday Matinee was a weekly highlight. There was a feature movie ( often an old and short Western or similar ) before Interval, ( and today you might say - What's Interval ?? ) with the main feature movie after. And in addition, there was always the exciting Serial, ( we have to come back next week to see how the hell our hero gets himself out of that impossible situation !!) and usually a cartoon or two as well.  So it was nearly always a packed and rowdy Movie House.

On that occasion, the after Interval main feature was  "20,000 Leagues under the Sea" with James Mason.  As you might imagine, for science buffs like George and I, the whole concept of the submarine the "Nautilus" added to the excitement and Adventure of the story and we were totally absorbed.  The fact that James Mason was one of my absolute favorite actors of all time, just added to my enjoyment.

I was thinking that George just might have initiated something naughty with me in the darkness during the Matinee as we sat close side by side. But nothing happened.  I was encumbered with my overnight kit and I guess he thought it was just too crowded to take a risk doing anything like that.  Given the crowd, I didn't blame him. There was no way I would have started anything.

By the time we had walked to Georges house, talking animatedly all the way about the movie, we were both on a high and had to get ourselves together so that I could be courteous and polite when George introduced me to his parents.

They were both absolutely lovely, although typical Greeks who struggled a bit with their English, they made an amazing fuss over me and treated me like royalty.  It was obvious that their whole world revolved around their only child, George the boy who was brilliant and could do absolutely no wrong. ( and who clearly loved them and lapped it up, but tended to treat them with a little less respect than I thought they deserved )

Georges Dad seemed quite old ( also with the "Doc"  hairstyle – but his looked right because his was white ) but it was clear that George took after him, not just in appearance, but in personality.  Mr A's hobby was dabbling with scientific experiments and he had a reputation as a bit of a mad scientist, even though, as a migrant he apparently only had a hard menial blue collar job.

Mrs A was the very subservient, hard-working Greek Mum and Housewife, who jumped whenever either her man or her son told her to jump.

Mrs A had clearly gone to enormous trouble, just for me, as Dinner was a lavish and sumptuous banquet. ( provided that you liked Greek food !! )  I had plenty, managing to eat most of it and enjoying some of it. But, I made an appropriate fuss about how wonderful it all was.

We then settled down to a typical family evening of TV Viewing.

There was no spare bedroom or bed in the house so I had bought my sleeping bag and airbed which we set up on Georges bedroom floor.  But, once his bedroom door was closed for the night, George insisted that we share his three quarter bed.

There were two pillows on the bed and although space would be limited, it would be sufficient and I had no doubt that we would be cozy and comfortable together.

We both got into our PJ's and I got into the bed. George turned out the light and joined me, rather clumsily but then cuddled up.  As our eyes adjusted we had a little natural light from outside the bedroom window.

We each anticipated something happening, but were both expectant yet nervous about who would make the first move. Given that I was never openly bold enough to be the initiator, I waited and George started to talk, at first about nothing in particular. But as we lay there face to face on our sides, his hand resting lightly on my hip, he started to massage it and then he said:

"When we were in the shower that day and we touched each other, I told you that I had never been touched like that before, and truthfully I have never, ever been intimate like that with anyone before in my life. But you said you had, and, just by saying that you drove me nuts. I've had it on my mind ever since and can't stop thinking about what you have done and what it must be like.    Will you please tell me ?".

"Well" I said with a smile, thinking to myself that what we had done was somewhat more than just a touch !  "Anything I tell you would need to be kept totally secret forever and kept just between us, as would anything more we might do together. Can you promise me absolutely that it would stay that way ?".

"Of course"  he said, sounding a little put out  "Who would I be likely to tell anyway, Scouts Honour".

And we both giggled.  I had been quite unsuccessful with my campaign to get George to join my Scout Troop. His parents seemed to find the idea a bit too adventurous for their poor little boy, what with a regular long lonely bus ride to and home from our hall at night, and stuff like camping way out in that dangerous  bush!!.  It was a bit like my friend Kyle back in Sixth Grade ( See Story Three ) Who seemed to be always asking me about Scouts and saying with much encouragement on my part that he was going to join, but never did.

I didn't want to say too much, so I told him without going into much detail that I had first been molested and that since then I had been with a number of boys.  I told him that I had been wanked, watched 2 other boys do it to themselves and each other and that I had jerked a few other boys off myself.

"WOW"  he said sounding excited  "That's awesome".

"If you really want to get intimate" I added,  "It's fun to just hump each other and I really like kissing and exploring with my tongue. But the ultimate for me is being sucked and sucking someone off, it's fantastic".

"My God, there's nothing you haven't done"  he said.

I watched 2 boys trying to Bum each other once"  I said  "But, watching it didn't turn me on much, so as yet I haven't tried that at all".

"How do you Bum someone ?"  he asked and when I explained he said  "Yuk, sounds awful to me, I should think it would hurt like hell !!".  I agreed.

During all this we had come closer together and unbuttoned each other's PJ shirts.  I started to caress and feel up his chest and abdomen softly, but he went straight to the elastic waistband of my shorts and I lifted up a bit and allowed him to lower them.  He then took hold of my rock solid member and held it. Since he had taken the lead, I followed and carefully lowered his shorts too.  His dick was also rock hard when I grasped it and had been pointing straight up his belly.

Then suddenly George threw back the bed covers and without conscious thought we both fully discarded our PJ's.  Then totally naked, we came back together as George carefully covered us up again. ( it wasn't that cold so, don't know why he bothered ! )

Whilst he was trying to adjusting the covers, I put my arm over his hip and my hand onto his bum cheek and pulled us in together chest to chest, using my other hand to ensure that our dicks were comfortably together side by side and pointing straight up between us.  "This is nice"  George said, as he snuggled in and we wrapped our arms around each other.

"Are we going to hump ?".  he asked, rolling forward so that he was on top and starting to thrust, without waiting for an answer.  My response was to also start to thrust and we quickly got into a coordinated  rhythm.

I kept my arms around George and had my face into his neck. He had his elbows on the bed on each side of me and used his hands to hold my shoulders tightly from below and as he thrust he started to mumble what clearly soon became a repeated,  "OhGod,OhGod,OhGod"   The intensity increased, as did the speed of our thrusting and it became clear that this was not going to last too long.  Georges cock began to throb and with a final almighty thrust, he held himself there as he emitted squirt after strong squirt of his cum between us. That was all it took for me to explode too, mixing our semen in a copious and sticky mess between us.

As we came down from our high, George rolled again off me and back to our original position on our sides, but still chest to chest, as though we were glued together by the goo between us.  We remained quiet for a while and then George gave me a quick peck type kiss on the forehead and whispered:

"I'm still not real sure about all this kissing and licking and sucking stuff, but what we just did was really SUPA FAR OUT and I absolutely loved it".

We didn't move again, but in what seemed only a matter of minutes Georges breathing lengthened and it was clear that he was asleep.  I lay there for some time before sleep came, but come it did and I slept well.

I awoke the next morning to quite erotic feelings and found myself on my back, completely uncovered.  George was sitting up beside me with his hand on my cock and he was watching carefully as he pumped me lustfully, quickly increasing the speed of his stroke.

"Good Morning"  he said with much giggling,  "You didn't warn me last night that the mess between us needed some cleaning up and I see that some has dripped down onto the bed sheet and dried there. Also, it was a bit sticky separating from you this morning. So, seeing it was all your fault, this is your punishment and I'm going to keep punishing you until I see you squirt, so there !".  And he did. As he further increased speed he grinned more and held up a  "Wet-One"  type tissue for immediate use once my punishment was completed.

It was lucky that I didn't take too long. Because once I had done the deed all over my stomach and chest, to his entire satisfaction and he was in the cleanup process, we heard his Mum in the hallway. She knocked and called and told George that it was nearly time for breakfast. She also told George to make sure that I got the first shower, just in case the hot water ran out.

I passed an enjoyable morning with the family and set out for home straight after lunch. George walked with me to the bus terminus and saw me onto the bus.

On the way home in the bus, I gave quite a bit of thought to a reciprocal arrangement, but knew that my weekends were pretty well occupied, at least in the short term.

A few weeks later, my Nana had quite a long stint in Hospital and my Mum said that once released, she would spend some time in a respite care facility before going home.

As a family, we made regular evening visits to her both in hospital and later at the respite facility. But of course, I couldn't visit her at all for lunch from school, as I often had been doing.

Then my Mum told me that Nana was due home Monday morning, after her final weekend at the Facility and that in preparation the family ( including me ) would spend Sunday afternoon doing the lawn and garden and generally tidying up the place.  Amazingly, she went on to suggest that I might stay over at Nanas Sunday night and be there to welcome her home when she arrived by taxi, taking the morning off School. ( Mum  would give me a permission note )  "But"  she said,  "I'm not that keen on you being on your own overnight. Could you perhaps get Georges parents to permit him to stay over with you ?".    How could I say No ?!

The villa had a spare bedroom I often used, with twin beds for visitors where George and I could sleep and with parent permission arranged, George arrived at about 4.30 and helped Dad and I finish off the yard work.

Mum prepared a normal evening meal ( wholesome, but nothing like the grand feast I recalled having at Georges ) and once we cleared away and cleaned up after it and she satisfied herself that the place was absolutely spotless, we got the big lecture on keeping it that way and behaving, etc.  We were to be up early enough to ensure that George got off to school on time, so no staying up too late.  "Make sure"  she said  "that you fix up your bedroom properly in the morning, as well as the bathroom once you've finished and that you clean up thoroughly after your breakfast.  Everything is there ready so that you can look after morning tea and lunch for Nana.  And you might call back in and check on her again after your afternoon classes, before coming home".

Finally, Mum and Dad left for home and George and I settled down to watch the 8.30 Sunday night movie on TV, which ended about 10.15.

"Shower time" I said,  "and it's quite a big shower stall, do you want to go first or...".

"who will know if we shower together ?. Let's do it"  he said.

"I was kinda hoping you might say something like that"  I replied.

So we stripped down in our bedroom and headed naked for the bathroom armed with towels and toilet kits.  I was quite taken with the fact that we could go anywhere we wanted in the house naked and stay naked until the morning. No need to close doors or anything.

I got into the shower first, followed quickly by George who slid the door closed. But, I did not turned the water on as I had decided to take advantage and surprise him first with a serious piss fight.  Immediately my stream started, I hit him right in the groin, covering his package and then moved up quickly until I covered his whole face with piss.  By the time he was able to retaliate, my stream was starting to loose some force, so we both ended up pretty much drenched and giggling uncontrollably.

When I finally turned the shower on, we used lots of soap to thoroughly wash each other, taking particular care with a certain area, from which by then we each displayed a rampant spear.  Having both rinsed off properly, I again surprised George by dropping to my knees in front of him and taking a mouthful of lovely cock, before he could react.  His response when it came was positive. He took my head in his hand and started to gently sway as I licked and explored, rolling his balls in my hand. By the time I started to really suck, he was moaning softly and had started to hump.  The tempo increased and his moan became a keening whine as his journey to climax intensified.  Then it happened and I had a mouth full of cum with quite a bit of overflow running down the sides of my chin and I'm sure that there was some that I swallowed, which I didn't find offensive at all.

Georges response was mixed.  He was overwhelmed by the fabulousness of the feelings he experienced, which he said were definitely the best he had ever had.  "But"  he said, "I expected you to pull off before I came and to be honest, as much as I enjoyed it, I still don't think I'm ready yet to try sucking you. Do you mind ?".

"Of course not"  I said,  "But, you had better at least get me off".

So he turned me around, carefully placed his softening prick along my bum crack, put both his arms around me, taking my balls in one hand and my horn in the other and started to stroke. Of course, as the tempo increased his member re-hardened and he started humping it up and down along my crack.  My climax didn't take too long to come and as I turned back to face George, we embraced and held each other quietly for a while under the soothing flow of the showerhead.  But it was getting late and the hot water was starting to run out. So by the time we washed away all the cum, cleaned the cubical properly and dried ourselves we were both ready for sleep.  We went naked to the kitchen for a quick pre-bed snack, cleaned our teeth and headed for bed.

George awoke the next morning to find himself completely uncovered. I was sitting up beside him with my hand on his cock watching carefully as I pumped him lustfully, quickly increasing the speed of my stroke.

"Good Morning"  I said with much giggling,  "You didn't want to suck me off in the shower last night. So, this is your punishment and I'm going to keep punishing you until I see you squirt, so there !".  And I did. As I further increased speed I grinned more and held up a  "Wet-One"  type tissue for immediate use once the punishment was completed.

Of course this time, there was nobody to disturb us and I was able to take my time and extend the agony by slowing down a few times as it became apparent that a climax was close.  When I allowed George to finally cum, I was also able to take my time and be thorough with cleaning him up with the tissues.  It was fun.

George left in good time for school and Nana arrived home in the taxi at about 10.00.  By then I had everything ready for her arrival and she seemed to be in really good spirits.  Morning Tea and Lunch went well and as instructed by Mum, I came back after school to find Nana happy and organized.

George and I remained good friends, but we didn't pursue our mutual interest in sex much further.  I got the impression that despite his seemingly voracious appetite for it, he was a bit too straight for what interested me, and that eventually proved to be true, as in time his sexual interest led him to girls.  The other thing was that we were physically maturing fairly quickly and by the following year I was somewhat turned off, because as I had expected, George had developed a lot of yukky body hair.

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