Introductory Story.             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 theme is there in each story. Occasionally, a character will be in more than one Story...( Thomas for example is in both Stories 1 & 2 )

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 exception to this is the Tale below – the INTRODUCTORY STORY.  It was the first one I wrote and inspired me to try writing the rest.  It's one of the ones about the period I see as, the most important in my life.   Chronologically it is Story number 11(C).

I also tried to make each story interesting and as sexy as possible, whilst keeping them all as REAL as I could.   In STORY ONE for example, where the chronology begins, it's about 1960 and I'm 8/9 years old.   In that era and in the place where I grew up anyway, unlike many of the stories I have read, kids of that age just didn't run around sexing it up with every other kid every other day.   Most kids didn't use the language of today either. Just Saying "Bloody" could get a kid into trouble. I don't think I actually ever uttered the word FUCK aloud, until I was a young adult.    Further, in the circles in which I moved, Homosexuality was a very, very taboo subject, very rarely discussed let alone openly, until well into the 1970's.   I did not even try to come out to my Parents until I was about 25 and then, they just would not believe me, let alone accept that I was Gay.

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, which as others have stated is a form of payment and indicates the readers interest.

Please email me at:  aarontheaussie@bigpond.com

So... Here goes I hope you find these stories OK.

Aaron.

Index 0f Stories.  ( My plan is to submit a further Story to Nifty about fortnightly. )

Introductory Story        A Tough Long Weekend – ( Story 11c. )

Story    1.                     Worship and Abuse – Earliest Recollections

Story    2.                     >From the Pharmacy After School  – To Scouting

Story    3.                     My Passionate Primary Pal

Story    4a.                   High School – First Friendship

Story    4b.                   High School -  Not a Sportsman

Story    5.                     The Great Game – And My First Real Loves

Story    6.                     High School – Bad Habits with Ciggies, Surfers & Sex

Story    7.                     Looking Wide – During my years as a Venturer Scout

Story    8.                     High School – Nana's Neighbour

Story    9.                     My First Job – And Tertiary Studies

Story  10.                     What About Girls, Romance and the Future ?

Story  11a.                   Dusty – The Scout Leader and some of his boys – A.

Story  11b.                   Dusty – The Scout Leader and some of his boys – B.

Story  11c.                   The Introductory Story

Story  12a.                   Post Scout Troop Relationship Experiences – A.

Story  12b.                   Post Scout Troop Relationship Experiences – B.

Story  13.                     About Trent – The History Buff

Story  14.                     Career Progress – Some Country Service

Story  15.                     A Big Change – The Suburban Apartment

Story  16.                     An Overseas Holiday Experience

Story  17.                     The Long Wall – Drugs, Dropouts and HIV

Story  18.                     Big Business – The Kiddie Sex Scene

Story  19.                     About Tristan – And the Priesthood

Story  20.                     Enjoying the good life.

A TOUGH LONG WEEKEND.

The first day of 3 was over.  It had been a long, hot and challenging one and for me, one full of responsibility. ( as usual in this entirely voluntary role of mine )  But now I was relaxed and sleepily comfortable, as I lay in the small 2 man hike tent, sleeping bag to my waist, watching in the dim light, as my 13 year old tent partner undressed ( fully – and it seemed, without any shyness ) and readied himself to sleep in light weight  PJs.  Martin was absolutely gorgeous.  He was slim and long legged, with a shock of reddish blond hair and he was very good looking.  I noted as I watched him, that as yet he had very little body hair, which for me increased his appeal.

Today we had covered over 10 miles of the 25 or so to be walked over the 3 days and I was very pleased with the day and all the boys.

As well as navigating more very rugged bushland just Like todays, as per their written instructions, during the remaining 2 days, my 9 boys would face a number of  "Leadership"  challenges I had devised.

As a Scout Leader, I seemed to be hugely successful.  Mick My Assistant Leader, ( and I only had one - he was a Dad ) was fabulous and we worked well together. ( very important with just on 40 boys in the Troop ) But, regrettably he had some family problems and was a last minute withdrawal from this weekend.

We had 5 Patrols and I think my success was largely because I managed the Troop through the Patrol Leaders and Assistant Patrol Leaders, giving them real responsibility and training them to be good young leaders.  Every new boy was encouraged to aim towards one day being a PL.

This weekend was especially important in that regard, as it was a special, high challenge training one, exclusively for  my PL's and APL's only.   Martins PL John, was the only boy in this group of 10 unable to attend and when Mick had to drop out, Martin asked me if he could share my tent.

Being a very, very closetted  Boy Lover, sleeping with any youngster was not something I was comfortable about in my position.  It was a way, to seriously place temptation directly in my path and I was extremely concerned about my reputation in our community and my future prospects should there ever be any kind of public scandal.  After all, I had developed close personal friendships with many of the families of my boys over the years and I knew that I was well respected.

On the other hand, Martin was the one who had asked me ( there was no way I would have suggested it to him ) and it seemed silly to carry 2 lots of gear, 1 lot each for 1 person, when 2 could share just 1 lot.  So I was very, very conflicted.  

I checked out the attitude of Martins parents to what he proposed, by raising the issue, but quite obliquely during general conversation with them and Martin together about the weekend, and found that they didn't appear to have any concerns or adverse reactions, Given this, I finally agreed to Martins request.  So, I had 4 PL's each sharing a tent with his own APL and Martin and I in the 5^th tent.

As I lay there watching Martin, the level of my desire was so strong that I didn't know what to do or how I could contain it.  "It's funny"  I thought, despite all of my very conscious awareness and caution about what is inappropriate, at a time like this, hormones and lusts are still so hard to control.   Martin had never given me any reason to suspect that he might be interested in any way, and at well beyond 30 now, my hair was starting to recede and I couldn't imagine anyone at all really having an interest in me sexually, let alone a youngster having one !!  Yet given half the chance I felt I could absolutely ravish this beautiful boy right now.

Sense prevailed and we settled down and I turned off the torch.  Although it was now nice rather than hot, it was not cool enough for me to snuggle down into my sleeping bag.  Martin did to some degree and turned onto his side facing me.  The moon was bright and we chatted for a short while about nothing in particular.

Although it had been a tough day and I felt very drowsy, I still felt far too conflicted to contemplate sleep.  I was sure I would not let anything happen, but to satisfy my more anal thoughts, while we talked, I turned onto my back and casually moved my arm out so that it lay flat on the ground sheet in the small space between us, hand palm up.

My fantasy's soured and I'm not sure just how long I lay there quietly, but suddenly I became aware that Martin had moved, it seemed towards me forward on to his stomach and part of my arm and my hand was under him.

I wasn't sure, but it felt through his sleeping bag as though my hand might be close to his groin.  Nonetheless, I assumed that this was a natural move, an accidental occurrence and even if it's not I thought, let him make the first move.

I was really excited but so scared, when it seemed that he might have done just that, to the extent that he appeared to be gently humping my hand.

I spent so much time deciding whether I had the guts to respond in some way, that I was startled when Martin suddenly rolled away from me.

 "It was accidental" I thought,  "and the humping was in my overheated imagination".  I was relieved but kind of disappointed.  But, I left my hand where it was anyway.

Over the next few minutes, some muffled noises I could not identify came from Martins direction.  I was wondering if perhaps he was wanking himself, but the noises didn't seem quite right.

Then the noises stopped and after a brief silent pause, he rolled back.  He had obviously managed to quietly  unzip his sleeping bag and rearrange it so that when he rolled back, my hand came into direct contact, save for thin PJ pants, with balls and a very, very stiff cock.

This time I gave in, and tried to close my hand around his dick.  He adjusted a bit to allow me easier access and as soon as I had my hand holding it properly, he gave a sigh and again began to hump.

His cock was thin and straight, perhaps between 4 and 5 inches of velvet soft, solid steel and I was in absolute heaven.  Now he turned his head towards me and our eyes locked.

Suddenly I lost the treasure in my hand, because he rolled again, came right out of his sleeping bag and completely shucked off his PJ's.  Then fully nude, he came right over me and without a word he straddled my chest.  I took his balls in my hand and manipulated them, as he leaned forward placing the tip of his cock to my lips.

I allowed it to slide into my mouth and I made love to it with my tongue until I felt his pubic bone on my top lip.  I could feel his heart beat in my mouth as his cock throbbed and trembled with his arousal.  He withdrew just a little and I used my tongue to more carefully trace and examine the beautiful head of his cock, which did seem to be leaking just a little.

He withdrew fully briefly and I had taken in his lovely balls in an instant and I rolled them around lovingly in my mouth.

But his need was great and his cock went back into my mouth and he began to thrust, gently at first but with increasing urgency.  For a 13 year old I thought, he is amazing.  Then his whole body stiffened and I knew he was going to cum.

I braced myself as he did.  4 really strong spurts were followed by more which came with less force, but kept cumming until I had swallowed it all and he was drained.  He was too young for it to be heavy spunk, so I really liked it.

"Oh God Aaron"  he said,  "That was absolutely awesome"   as he collapsed on top of me and then straightened out.  I chose on this occasion, to overlook his use of my given name, rather than my Scout Leader name, mainly because I was too busy by then kissing him !!

Our lips met, our teeth clashed in our haste and tongues explored.  The kiss was long and full of passion and it might have continued, but for the fact that I found myself in need of urgent relief.  I reached for the cloth I usually kept handy for the purpose and started to move my arm down.  Martin grabbed the cloth, sat up and turned himself around, pushed down my sleeping bag further and he leaned forward to look.

From the first touch of his hand, to massive explosion and a cloth full of my semen must have involved perhaps 10 seconds and a half dozen of his quick hand strokes at most.  But it was enough to permit me to contemplate the unbelievably soft and hairless rump right in front of me then, and I did something that I had never even considered before.  I  lent up, put my tongue into the crack and started to use it to massage his opening.  Martin straightened up, cloth still in hand and pushed his whole pelvis back against my exploring tongue.  Then he moaned and dropped the messy cloth on my chest.

Without warning, there was weight on my arm again and I opened my eyes to see Martin, sleeping bag and all, roll off my arm and as he did so he mumbled  "Oops, sorry".  He then got out of his sleeping bag and crawled in his PJ's to the tent door to look out.  It was early but getting light and I had clearly been asleep.  However, looking down at my chest, I saw a very damp and sticky cloth there.

Martin lay back down on top of his sleeping bag as I surreptitiously moved the cloth from sight, and turning to me he said:   "Morning Dusty,  sorry if I woke you, but we will probably have to get up soon anyway.  Did you  sleep OK ?  I was a bit worried that you might snore, but you didn't disturb me at all. In fact I don't think I moved all night, until just then".

I noted his use of my Scout Leader name and responded to him, saying:  "Morning, I think I must have slept well,  glad you had a good night, but I don't think I snore anyway... and yes it must be just about getting up time, there is another  really big day ahead of us today"

But, I allowed myself  the luxury of just a little longer before getting up, so that I could watch Martin take off his PJ's ( again without any apparent  shyness ) and then get dressed.  My mouth watered and I thought'  I could still eat him whole.

Our bushwalking that day went well, as did the challenges I set the boys and I was again very happy.

I was less concerned about that night with Martin, as I knew that after 2 tough days we would probably both sleep like logs.  We did, but a few things still happened.

Although not unpleasantly so, it stayed warmer that second night out in the bush and whilst again watching Martin getting ready for bed, I was surprised when having fully undressed, he got straight into his sleeping bag stark-us ( no PJ's or anything )  What is more, during the night or perhaps it might have been just a little earlier that following morning,  I'm sure I heard someone discretely wanking off.

When I did awake that final morning Martin was already awake.  He said he had slept well but it had been hot and he had been awake a while ?   He was laying on top of his sleeping bag, still without a stitch on, so I was able to watch him that way for a period, as we talked for a while before he got dressed, first as usual.

I had slept very well but I had another intense dream and you might guess what it was all about.   At some time during the night my poor cloth got another soaking.

While talking, Martin commented not about any snoring, but about the very strange and seemingly intense moans and groans I made in my sleep and the mumbling I seemed to do.  It worried me because I wondered what he might have actually seen or heard.  There was nothing I could actually do about it however, so I tried to just pass it off.

We only had about 6 miles left to walk back out to civilisation and I only planned on a couple of simple challenges that last day, so it was a slightly easier day, even though the last bit was a fairly steeply up-hill climb on a winding narrow track.  We came out on top with ample time to catch the train home, on schedule and as intended.

It had certainly been A TOUGH LONG WEEKEND and although I was totally exhausted, as were all the boys, I was exhilarated by its total success.   Every one of them had clearly had a great time and had big ticks for personal achievements.

The boys just about all went sound asleep on the train and as I looked them over – 4, 14 year olds and 5 at 13, I thought: 4 ( including Martin ) scored as absolutely stunningly gorgeous and at least 2 others could only be described at a minimum,  as quite good looking.   But, in my imaginary  "Boy Lover "  Nirvana world, there wasn't  1 of the 9, that didn't attract me big time, sexually and although I would never admit it to anyone, in reality I was head over heels in love with every one of them !!!