Story Two. 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 "Boy lover" theme is there in each story. Occasionally, a character will be in more than one story... ( Thomas for example is in both Story 1 and this No 2 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.
STORY TWO - of the chronology, as below, starts as I approach my 11th Birthday. At that stage I was still working after school as a Pharmacy delivery boy, but I was about to embark on what for me was the most exciting new adventure and long term involvement of my life.
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 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
HOW MY PHARMACY JOB LED ME TO SCOUTING –
A WHOLE NEW WONDER WORLD FOR TENDERFOOT AARON.
Although I didn't say a lot about it, I was often really angry and upset ( again and again !! ) with Thomas, because I felt that he was just using me and taking unfair advantage, as usual.
The trouble was that he was my best friend, kind of my only real friend and he actually turned me on big time sexually. So, I had this major "Love / Hate" problem relationship with him that I had no idea how to handle.
Thomas was eleven, I was ten, nearly eleven and he and I had been working together now, 5 afternoons each week, for quite a while after school, as delivery boys for the local Pharmacy. Even though he hardly knew me at the time, it was he who originally suggested that I seek the job. We delivered the medications by bike and as riding my bike was my passion, I loved the job straight away.
I didn't know where Thomas lived or went to School, but it wasn't to my School and as far as I knew, our only original connection was through the older man who had molested me and started me on the sexual journey I was to have. He had apparently also molested Thomas, but with a lot less success.
My difficulty was my shyness and my quiet, non-assertive personality. I felt good about the things I could do well, like riding and maintaining my bike and the nerdy things like reading and arithmetic I enjoyed, even though I could never bring myself to be openly boastful about them either. But, my Dad was always telling me I had to start pushing myself forward like a man and fighting my own battles. "Have a go" he said, "and fight back if you're being bullied". I felt I rarely pleased my Dad.
Unlike me Thomas seemed to have no feelings of insecurity at all. In fact he was probably the most self-confident and assured persons I ever knew until that time. Even though we were just delivery boys, who both basically did whatever we were told to do by the Pharmacist, I well remember Thomas telling me right at the start that he started working there first, he was a little older and he helped me get the job anyway, so he was in charge of me and I was to also always do as he said.
It was interesting that he seemed to manage to always know everything there was to know about me, yet he seemed to always successfully avoid telling me anything at all personal about himself. Given this, when he became the first and only boy who had ever been intimate with me to that time, I was surprised. But of course, it all happened very much on his terms only and not mine.
It had been a quiet afternoon and not expecting to need us for any further deliveries, the Pharmacist had said we could both go. As it happened, I got away quickly.
Then quite suddenly, an unanticipated urgent delivery was needed and Thomas had to do it. The job involved quite a long and arduous bike ride, which would take time and Thomas, who would normally have made me do it, was not impressed.
Meanwhile, having gotten away early, I saw no need to rush home and went via one of my favourite Park Public Toilet Blocks. I put a lock on my bike near the swings and play area and walked right across the park to the toilet block.
Nobody was in there, so I went into my favourite cubical, locked the door, dropped my daks and started to look at the amazing array of stuff drawn on the walls and to read some of the exciting messages. Of course, as I did so I quickly stroked myself to a quite stunning state of hardness
At my age then, the seriously scary part of all this was when someone else came in and took an adjoining cubical. At this particular block, I had seen a couple of good looking teenaged cocks through one of the Glory Holes, but on each occasion so far I had lost my nerve and fled before anything might have happened.
On this occasion I had even more grounds to justify fleeing, because I could see through the Glory Hole that the bloke who came in was really old and pretty ugly and fat.
As I returned to my bike to ride home, I was disappointed, but sure that one day I would probably find the courage, if I encountered a special someone. ( just what a "Special Someone" might mean, I was not at all sure !!. )
Having reached home, I noted that mums car was not in the drive, put my bike away and went inside, only to find a note from her to the effect that she had only just left and would be away on an errand for at least a couple of hours. Given my time at the park toilets, my priority was to relieve my unsatisfied urges, so I headed for the bathroom, closed the door and settled down on the toilet, hard tool in hand.
It was at about this time that Thomas arrived at my place, having done the delivery, with a view to having a go at me about leaving him to be stuck with doing that job.
He too noted the absence of my mums car, but going around to the back, saw that my bike was there, so he knew that I would be inside.
The back door was not locked, so without knocking and in typical Thomas style, he just chose to come right in uninvited.
When he could not find me he tried the closed bathroom door and of course as I had not applied the lock, it opened to his touch and he stood there gazing down at me, as I stroked away, my lust centred on thoughts of none other than Thomas himself.
"Shit" he said, "Your cock's pretty big for your age"
"I've never seen yours" I stammered as I recovered from my shock "so I have nothing with which to make a comparison"
"I take it from that comment that you're into boys. I suppose you'd like to see me and give me a good wank" he replied, as he stepped into the bathroom and shut and locked the door. "We could have a mutual jerk off if you like, that would be OK" he said, and then added, "In fact, I'd probably even let you suck me off if you want, you're probably a natural as a cock sucker".
"I've never done any of what your suggesting with another boy" I stated, but then I summonsed up the courage to add "But I'm willing to try it all, it sounds exciting !!".
"Yeah right" he said, "You admitted to me that you were being sucked off by that perverted, kid molesting old bastard who interfered with lots of kids like us, but even though he managed to get at me too, there was no way I was letting a dirty fucking old faggett like him suck my cock !!."
I'd never heard another boy use bad language like Thomas did, but having known him for so long now, I was no longer as shocked as I once was, so I simply asked, "So, why would you let me do it to you, if I wanted to ?".
"Dunno" he said, "But your my age, your reasonable looking and I like you and I guess just to see how it feels... but" he added, "Don't go thinking that I'll return the favour, because I'm definitely not a cock sucker, understand ?"
I nodded, but by then he was standing in front of me having dropped his trousers and undies and I had his stiffy in my hand, stroking it reverently. It was smaller than mine, but nonetheless as perfect as I had imagined it might be on a really good looking kid like I thought Thomas was. And he was right, even though this was my very first encounter with another boy, I was consumed with the desire to get it in my mouth to see if sucking a cock was as good as being sucked. I felt sure it would be.
As well as stroking Thomas, I was flogging away at myself with my other hand, when he grabbed me with both his hands under my armpits and stood me up off the toilet, pushed my hand away from my cock and took it in his. We then stood side by side, mutually stroking each other as our excitement increased.
His hand was all the magic I needed and the dry cum I experienced came quickly and was unquestionably the most explosive climax I had ever had.
Even before I had come back down to earth properly, Thomas had his hands on my shoulders and he was forcing me down to my knees, so that his cock could go into my mouth and as soon as it was there he started to thrust wildly in and out. Although I tried, I didn't really have to do much in the way of licking or sucking, because Thomas just wanted to fuck my mouth, which he did until he too had what seemed to be a seriously good climax.
I thought that the whole experience was fantastic and I was still visibly shaking with excitement. On the other hand, once he had come down from his high, Thomas dressed quickly to leave, commenting only that he said I would be a natural as a cock sucker, and I sure was !!.
At the Pharmacy during the following weeks, although our encounter at my house was not mentioned at all, Thomas seemed determined to make me pay in spades for that extra delivery he had to do that afternoon, by seeing that I did all the jobs he didn't want.
In particular, he now always seemed keen to get away early on a Friday afternoon, which was often the busiest afternoon of the week for deliveries. As a result, I was sometimes still working until nearly dark.
One late Friday afternoon when this had happened yet again; I had a final delivery for a Mrs Gardiner. As I approached the front door of the house, it opened and a boy of about 14 came out and said,
"Are you from the Pharmacy with the medicine for mum?" I nodded and putting out his hand he said,
"I'll take it to her thanks, I'm in a hurry because she's in bed and I need to make sure she's comfortable before I go to Scouts and I don't want to be late."
"She has to sign the script for me" I said and he turned quickly and said,
"OK, you had better follow me then". We went to his mother's room and she signed and thanked me. Having noted what was clearly a uniform the boy was wearing, as we returned to the front door, I asked him what Scouts were.
"How old are you?" he asked, looking me up and down and I replied, "Nearly 11".
"Well" he said, "Scouts is fantastic. It's a boys club and we meet every Friday night. My name is Ken and I'm a Patrol Leader. Might you be interested in joining?"
"I don't know" I said.
"Look" he said, "Because I'm in a hurry and I've still got to see properly to Mum, could you come around here sometime over the weekend, when I'll have time to talk?"
I agreed and introduced myself and we arranged that I would come around to talk to Ken the following afternoon at about 2.00pm.
I did and the time we spent together that afternoon was fabulous. Ken seemed such a nice person and he was just so enthusiastic about Scouts. He clearly wanted me to join as a new recruit member of his Patrol and by the time I left I was excited at the idea of doing so. My only concern from what Ken had told me was about costs; as there was a uniform to get, subscription and membership fees to pay and the costs associated with participating in the activities. So, I knew I needed to sound out my parents and I was a little apprehensive about that.
To my surprise, my Dad said that he had been a Scout at my age and had loved it and he was full of encouragement, saying, "At last you're starting to show some initiative of your own and you'll learn a lot of life skills in the Scouts".
I made the point that what I was paid by the Pharmacy, although not much, could all go towards the costs. But, Dad said not to worry on that score, the money needed would be found, if I really liked it. "In fact" he said, "If you really get into it, you might just find doing both a bit much and want to give away the after school job".
Having such strong support from my parents was a bonus I had not anticipated, but took full advantage of and from my very first night, I was every bit as totally hooked by Scouts as Ken was.
There were something in excess of 30 boys in our Scout Troop in 4 Patrols. As far as I was concerned Kens Patrol was the best Patrol and I was its newest recruit. There were a few other boys who were members I knew at a distance from school, but none in my Patrol. By the time I had my uniform and was ready for investiture as a full member a few weeks later, Ken was my total new idol for whom I would do absolutely anything. Strangely however, my sexual leaning never ever affected our relationship. Presumably, Ken was absolutely straight.
Thus my only major problem was Friday afternoons at the pharmacy, because I now wanted to also get away as soon as I could, just as Thomas always did. But of course, whatever his purpose and despite my pleas and attempts to explain my new situation, Thomas was not about to allow me a fair break. So it was always a struggle to get away from the pharmacy at a time which would ultimately allow me to get home, eat, get ready and still get to Scouts on time, and this just increased my anger and resentment towards Thomas.
What Thomas and I had done together at my house that afternoon, continued to make me tingle with excitement whenever I thought about it, which was all the time and I am still amazed at the number of incredible climaxes I had as a result of just thinking about it. But, this did not seem to offset or reduce my growing anger and resentment.
According to Ken, the Scout District regularly ran a special training weekend for new Scouts, at which I would learn many basic skills, but most importantly about the "Patrol System" and how it should work. One such weekend was scheduled and Ken and our Scout Leader wanted me to attend and participate. It would be my very first weekend away and my first major Scouting activity. So, I applied and allowed my excitement to build as the designated weekend drew closer.
The weekend started on the Friday night ( which meant that I would miss our normal Troop Meeting night for that week ) and was held at the permanent Scout Campsite / Training Centre owned by the District and located in bushland not far outside the suburbia of our City. My parents agreed to take me by car and to have me at the camp by the 8.00pm starting time specified.
Although, as a new Scout having just turned 11, it meant little to me at the time, the organisation of these weekends was interesting. The District comprised 12 Scout Troops and each was permitted 4 participants; 3 new recruits and 1 Assistant Patrol Leader ( APL ). Thus the 48 participants for the weekend were allocated into 6 Patrols of 8, each comprising 6 new recruits and 2 APL"s who as part of their "Patrol Leader" training were required to share the running of the Patrol as PL and APL throughout the weekend. Absolutely everything was done in Patrols and no 2 participants from the same home Troop were allocated to the same Patrol.
By that Friday afternoon, having trouble with Thomas was the last thing I needed, but things happened as they usually did and I actually thought that we might come to blows, because I was so up-tight. Fortunately, I think the Pharmacist sensing real trouble, managed to ensure some fairness and that we both got away at a reasonable time, even if somewhat later than my Dad was happy with, when he had to get me to camp by 8.00pm.
In the car on the way to camp, Dad was not happy. We were later than he wanted to be, the heavy traffic was giving him trouble and he therefore had to drive faster than normal, when he could. To add to the tension I was pushing him unreasonably, as I fretted about the embarrassment of arriving late and the bad first impression that would give. Again, he reminded me about his view that I might need to choose between the Scouts and the Pharmacy
"I was really proud of you at the time for taking on the job at the Pharmacy" he said "It has taught you a bit about commitment and responsibility and you have proved yourself ! It has also meant you haven't needed to come to us as much for your money needs, with a bit of your own in your pocket. But, although you might not always have your every wish fulfilled, generally you can expect us to do our best to see that your needs are covered financially, so you don't HAVE to keep working for your pocket money. It's up to you".
I was really pleased with Dads comments and on the one hand I thought about confiding in him with regard to my conflict with Thomas. But, on the other I remained very aware of his view that I must fight my own battles and stand up to bullying. And I thought, "if I'm no longer working at the Pharmacy, the problem probably solves itself anyway !" So, I said nothing.
Fortunately, Dad got me to the camp in time and I was able to register before things got under way. I was allocated to Patrol No 2 for the weekend and introduced to Billy and Frank, the two APL's who would share the PL and APL responsibilities for that Patrol during the weekend.
Then I got the absolutely biggest shock... When Billy introduced me to the other new recruit members of Patrol 2, amongst the others I found myself face to face with none other than Thomas. I was flabbergasted. I didn't even know he was a Scout and of course it turned out that his Troops regular meeting night was also Friday night. No wonder he always wanted to get away early on a Friday afternoon !.
Thomas thought my shock hilarious, because he had known all along that we would both be attending. But, he didn't know we would be allocated to the same Patrol.
No one in the Patrol was from the same home Troop and I knew no one except Thomas. However, he apparently was mates at school with a boy named Adrian from yet another home Troop and the three of us tended to stick together.
On the Friday night the activities were all centred on the Camps main Hall and each Patrol was allocated a Den with an adjoining bunk room with double bunks. Billy and Frank seemed to do a good job of keeping us in order and organised and I felt that the Patrol was working OK so far, as a unit. By lights out that night I was already happy with how much I had learned.
The weekend itself was packed with activity, both days, mainly out of doors, and all done in Patrols.
We learned basic skills in areas such as; mapping, compass and orienteering, bushcraft, first aid, pioneering with ropes and spars, camp craft, etc. In addition there were brief talks, discussions and demonstrations on the Patrol System.
On the Saturday afternoon we were required to erect a Patrol Tent for our use that night, which meant moving our personal gear from our Den Bunkroom. The tent was a little cramped for eight, but I managed to lay my sleeping bag out between Thomas and Adrian.
By the time the evenings activities were concluded and we were dismissed to our tents Saturday night, I was a little nervous for a number of reasons. First, it was my very first night sleeping out under canvas, Second, the one source of slight discord in a Patrol that had otherwise worked so well, was Thomas and I was sleeping right next to him. Finally, I was aware of the possibility with him right next to me all night, especially since it was a little cramped, that something further might happen between him and I. This both excited and scared me, when there were six others right there in the tent.
The problem with Thomas was that he was not a great "Team Player" and with his outgoing personality and sometimes unhelpful attitudes, there was a little tension, particularly between him and Frank. The rest of us were much quieter, including Adrian and were happy to take our lead from Billy and Frank. I didn't need to worry as it turned out, because luckily there were no adverse consequences, but my concern had been to avoid guilt on my part, by simple association with Thomas the trouble maker.
Once we were all in our sleeping bags and settled, Billy turned out the pressure lantern and we were plunged into darkness. For about the next 15 or so minutes there was much skylarking and loud carry on with smart remarks being made and torches flashed. The noisiest of those involved of course was Thomas, while Frank did his best to quell and quieten it all down.
During all this at one point Thomas stuck what I thought was a finger into my side and I grabbed intending to push it away, only to find that I had hold of his sleeping bag covered stiffy. He moved a bit and I lost what I had been holding. Then he laughed and said loudly, "God, I hope there are no little poofy boys in this tent wanting to play `Grab All' tonight !!". A few people laughed and made remarks and then the general skylarking continued.
But, its lucky it was dark, because I was so embarrassed by this remark, I'm sure I went bright red and any thought I might have had about something happening between us, was lost immediately.
Gradually things settled and it became quiet. I was on my back and as it was warm my arms were not in my sleeping bag. My hands were lightly together resting on my chest, on the bag and I was on the verge of sleep.
Then suddenly, a hand took one of my hands and before I was totally aware of what was happening, it took that hand and that entire arm down into its sleeping bag and Adrian ( I presume !! ) carefully placed it around his rigid cock.
Adrian, apparently a late joiner was already 12. He was taller than Thomas, quite nice enough looking if not quite in the same class, but with thick black hair and he wore glasses. He seemed to have a nice cock of about 4 hard inches, although it seemed to taper a little to a smaller head with a fair bit of foreskin. He even seemed to have the beginnings of a growth of pubic hair. He had clearly lowered his PJ's down his long legs.
I explored his balls, cupping them and then returned and began to pull on his dick, manoeuvring it up and down, and in and out of his foreskin. Meanwhile, I found that his hand was back, forcing itself into my sleeping bag and down into my PJ's until he found and took my hardness.
We lay there quietly jacking each other for quite some time, for my part just enjoying the feelings and letting my excitement build. Then he moved, putting his mouth close to my ear and murmured so quietly that I could only just hear him, "If I put myself into a good position, will you suck it?".
It sounded awfully scary to me and I thought, "No, we might get caught in the act". But, I had whispered "OK" before I could stop myself, because I really wanted to do this.
He turned himself around completely to be lying the opposite way ( 69 style ) and then he turned onto his side facing me, and unzipped his bag.
I had turned onto my side facing him and snuggled down somewhat... And there it was, just discernible in the darkness. He sort of thrust his pelvis towards me as I leaned in and I took his balls in my hand as his cock slid into my mouth.
This was very different to my Thomas experience as we had to be virtually noiseless and although he was thrusting a bit, Adrian did it gently and seemed to let me do most of the work and to be enjoying what I was doing to him.
Despite my lack of experience, I did what seemed to come naturally, manipulating his foreskin with my tongue, licking his entire length and sucking at the head and his piss slit. When his cock really started to throb, I knew he was close and tried to apply more suction. As he climaxed, I was a little unprepared and surprised to get my first small squirt of actual cum. It was awesome and my dry cum followed with just a few brief strokes of my free hand.
During a quiet moment the next day whilst we were alone together briefly, Adrian admitted that Thomas had told him in confidence that I was a good cock sucker and he said,
"While I didn't really believe him, I made quite sure you were sleeping right next to me in the tent, not actually expecting anything to happen. But, WOW" he said, "You were unbelievable !!".
By the end of that weekend, Scouting had unquestionably become the most important thing in my life and in terms of the choice I had to make, there was just no contest. I kept working with the Pharmacist only until he had found a new boy to replace me. I heard that Thomas also quit, not very long after I did.
Having met Adrian, I have to admit that I loved the potential side benefits of being his friend, nearly as much as I now loved Scouting itself and he and I wanted to develop the friendship we had kindled. Although it did happen much later, ( and that's another story ) in the short term it didn't, I suppose because we were in different Scout Troops and went to different Schools.
Once I had left the Pharmacy, I saw less and less of Thomas and as time passed I saw him occasionally only, just at District Scout events when I would often also bump into Adrian. Eventually I heard that Thomas had left Scouts and it was only Adrian that I then saw occasionally.
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