Story  Three.              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.  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 ongoing, longer term actual relationship with another boy.  It developed at school during the last year before I moved on to high school.  I was 11 and it continued until the end of that school year. Even though for convenience this whole Series is placed in the Adult / Youth category on Nifty, this story is entirely about "Young Friends" only.

 

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 the Stories I plan to submit 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. Feedback is what gives an Authors real incentive  

 

Please email me at:   aarontheaussie@bigpond.com

 

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

 

Aaron.  

 

MY PASSIONATE PRIMARY PAL

 

By the sixth grade, I was fairly big and well matured for my eleven years and because of my prior experiences I continued to have a rapidly growing and expanding sexual interest in boys.  I looked at and assessed them all and mentally undressed them and felt insatiable levels of desire.

 

By then, I was a personal jackoff expert with a big cock for my age and lots of jacking experience. Further, being an early bloomer  I had even started to cum just a little, into a tissue or straight into the toilet, as I let my imaginings run wild.

 

I was tall and slim, with a good head of blondish hair, so I knew I looked descent enough.  My difficulty was that despite my looks and size, I was by nature, very insecure, quiet, and reserved. I had no idea how to act on my secretly developing yearnings.

 

There were two loose groupings of sixth grade boys in the school that year and each had its core gang with a natural leader, plus an ebb and flow of followers.  Kerrie, the Leader of what I might describe as the  "Goody, Goody"  Gang, to me was gorgeous. Of all the kids in the school, it was his pants I most wanted to invade.  So I was amongst the followers more inclined to that grouping, but as something of a loner, I was still really in the ebb and flow with no idea how to get close to Kerrie or what to do even if I did.

 

I thought that Johnny, the leader of the other grouping was rather ugly, but there were some nice looking boys amongst his core group of followers.  Johnny's Gang attracted the more outgoing, self-confident kids, who were inclined to be aggressive and sometimes even bullying.  Usually the kids good at and really into sport, they were often ready to criticize, belittle or outright reject anyone not having similar abilities or attributes.  Even though there were those in that grouping I would have liked to get close to, I knew that I just didn't fit.    

 

Kyle came to the school from elsewhere that year.  He was not much younger than me, but physically, he was quite a bit smaller.

 

I noticed him right away, because, unlike me, he was outgoing and full of self-confidence. He was impish and always up to something. He would sometimes do things I thought to be quite outrageous, and he invariably managed to get away with them. Yet, he was also a loner, not particularly inclined to be attracted to either of the predominant groupings.

 

He wasn't a particularly good looking boy, and yet, his eyes were very blue and he had a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose. I thought he was quite cute.

 

There was a very old, boys' toilet block in a far back corner of the school playground, somewhat away from the prying eyes of teachers. It was there, during a lunch recess, that I first realized that Kyle had taken notice of me.

 

I was standing alone at one end of the old style, full length and height of the wall, urinal, using it for the normal purpose, when a group of four or five other boys came in. They all stood in a group near, but farther along the urinal and indulged in some dirty talk together, which led instantly to a "best fart" competition.

 

Just then, Kyle walked in. With a grin, he stood beside me and unzipped. Noting that the other boys were so occupied out-farting each other that they had not even properly stepped up to the urinal or unzipped,  Kyle issued a challenge.

 

"I bet," he said, "that I can piss higher up this wall than any of you, smelly farts."

 

I had almost finished pissing and was too embarrassed to participate in the competition anyway. But I had to stay and quietly watch. The bawdiness of it all turned me on and I stiffened up somewhat. Amongst all the skylarking, I'm sure none of the others even noticed me. But I saw that despite his full involvement in the competition, Kyle seemed quite aware of my presence. He glanced down at my stiffness as I tucked away, and he flashed me a grin.

 

Flustered, I backed away from the urinal. Kyle easily pissed higher up the wall than any of the others. And amid the resulting howls, I left.   It seemed like I should since I was the first there and didn't want the other boys to think I was hanging around to watch their pissing contest or to assess their prowess in the dick department ( which is what I really did want to do ).

 

The following morning, Kyle approached me on the Playground.

 

"I hear you're in the Scouts," he said. "What's it like? Do you think I'd like it?"

 

"Sure," I said, and I proceeded to tell him all about scouting. Kyle listened and asked questions, but we quickly moved on to talk about other things; a lot of other things, like two boys do when they're becoming friends.

 

As we headed in from the playground, he laid his hand up on my back.

 

"Next pissing contest, you try it," he said. "As tall as you are, I bet you can hit the ceiling."

 

The school had no assembly hall and Morning Assembly each day for general announcements involved standing in ranks by class in the playground.

 

As Kyle and I became mates, he got into the habit of standing directly in front of me in the next forward rank during these assemblies.

 

Some days later, whilst standing  "at ease"  with hands clasped properly behind our backs as required, I was alarmed to realize that I was being playfully, but well and truly, groped by Kyle's hands behind his back.

 

My alarm arose, ( plus something else !! ) not simply over the fact that this was happening out in the open and that, despite the closeness of our rows, any number of people might possibly notice what was occurring (even perhaps, teachers), especially since Kyle seemed to think it was great fun and kept chuckling to himself, but also because it was having that pretty obvious tenting effect on the front of my shorts.

 

He did it again the next day, and the next. Amazingly, he kept right on doing it virtually every day for some time... and I kept letting him! And yet, with only one exception, nobody ever indicated any awareness that it was happening.

 

We never talked about what he was doing to me at Assembly. It was simply another one of his outrageous stunts.

 

Because Kyle was new, our teacher had seated him beside an older boy of about fourteen. Ross, was also newly moved to our class from the "Special Learning Disability" class. Their desk was toward the back of the room and against the side wall. Ross sat next to the wall and Kyle sat on the aisle. As it happened, I sat across the aisle from Kyle.

 

Poor Ross wasn't very bright, but nevertheless, he was that one person who had seen, and apparently became quite excited by, Kyle groping me during assembly. As a result, Ross started trying, during class, to actually get his hands into Kyle's shorts.

 

I noticed almost from the start. Because Kyle was my mate now, I stayed pretty much aware of him and what he was up to, so I saw Ross begin to silently fumble, reaching under the desk, and the shifting and shuffling under the desk that the two did.

 

Trying to do so inconspicuously, I bent over my desk, attempting to see under theirs. Ross, seated against the wall, had his erect dick out and Kyle was jacking him. My eyes met Kyle's and he grinned like a Cheshire Cat.

 

After a few moments, there was a final fumbling and shifting, and then they quieted down. I imagined that Ross had climaxed and put his dick away, and that gave me a powerful erection of my own.

 

It became a regular activity under the desk between the two of them. Again, I was amazed, given the number of times that I saw this happen, that the two of them were never ever caught.

 

Eventually, it was decided that Ross was not `coping' in our class as had been hoped, and that he needed to complete the year back in the Special Learning class.

 

I was fairly pleased about that. I had been concerned that Ross, who had such little real understanding, could become a serious problem for Kyle. Much later, Kyle told me that he had concerns like those himself. Kyle did it, he said, for two reasons: to keep Ross happy, and to watch the effect on me. Aside from doing that in class, as far as I know, Kyle never ever did anything else with Ross.

 

The effect on me was always substantial. Kyle noticed it, of course. And I noticed him noticing. Through a dozen subtle signals, I knew that he knew how interested I was. And I knew he was interested, too, though I had the impression that for Kyle, the interest was more about breaking taboos. For my part, I was so keen to trying sex with a boy that at times I thought of little else.

 

Yet we never talked outright about it, and I didn't have the faintest idea what to do, or what would happen if I did do something. I ached for it, but could never be the initiator.

 

I rode my bike to school and back home again every day.   For Close to 2 years I had been working most afternoons after school as a delivery boy with a local pharmacy, but I had recently given that away, because on a number of occasions I found it clashed with my Scouts.  So, I now had much more freedom after school.  

 

Kyle, an only child, was dropped off at school each day by his parents, who both worked. He walked home.

 

One day after school, he glanced down at my bike as we stood talking before we each headed for our own home, and he nodded at it.

 

"You any good at doubling on your bike?" he asked. "I'm usually home alone for hours after school before my mum and dad get home from work. If you double me home, we could spend some time together at my place."

 

"Sure," I told him. Though I'd never done much  "doubling"  before, Kyle wasn't that big a boy and I was confident I could handle it. "I'll simply have to let my mum know where I'll be, and find my spare cycling helmet."

 

I used a helmet, even though they were not legally required back in those days and I brought the extra helmet to school for Kyle the next day.

 

After all the signals that had passed between us, I almost shook with anticipation all that day.  I hoped something would happen at Kyle's house.

 

After school, we strapped on our helmets. We loaded our school bags into the baggage rack on the rear of the bike. Then I climbed on, straddling the top cross bar. Kyle got onto the seat behind me, holding on to the back of the seat, under his bum.

 

I pushed off, and it was instantly hilarious.

 

I had to stand up whilst peddling, keep us both balanced, keep the bike going forward in a reasonably straight line and in the correct direction, and try to obey the road rules all at the same time. Initially it was all swaying and weaving and the bike almost laid down on me before we really properly got started at all.

 

Kyle grabbed on to the backs of my shoulders; his hands like vice grips.

 

"Oh, yeah, quite competent at doubling you are," he quipped.

 

"Stuff it," I told him, "just try to stay balanced."

 

"Oh, me stay balanced. You're the one who's `sposed to manage the bike. Maybe I should ride on your back."

 

"Quiet, or I'll sit on you."

 

We went back and forth, sometimes roaring in laughter at the same time as I fumbled for control of the bicycle. Gradually, however, I got the bike under control, and by half way to his place, the task had become no real problem for me.

 

Kyle, by then feeling much more comfortable and safe enough to do so, eventually took his hands from my shoulders and just steadied himself by putting them on my hips instead. And then his grip ventured farther around my thighs to the point where one hand massaged my private package. As I peddled, Kyle pulled my bum back against his own package, and he managed to rub his stiffness up and down my arse crack as I moved.

 

By the time we reached his house, Kyle and I had noticeable tenting in the fronts of our shorts, and my body trembled slightly as I got off the bicycle. I couldn't wait to get inside.

 

But we didn't go into the house itself. Instead, Kyle had me wheel the bike down the drive along the side of the house, and into a large combination garage and shed in the back yard. I rested the bike against a workbench and turned to see that Kyle had closed the door and was pulling down a retractable ladder from the ceiling.

 

"This leads to my own private loft," he told me. "My dad set it up for me as a Rec-room come study when we moved here. Go on up."

 

I started up the steps, and Kyle followed.

 

"Quite a view from down here," Kyle quipped from below as we headed up. "Bit of an exhibitionist aren't you? I can see straight up the legs of your shorts. Oh... is that a ruler in your underwear?"

 

At the top of the steps, I found myself in a perfect rec-room for a boy our age. Though small, it had good light from a couple of small windows, one of which had a good view of the driveway, yard and the back of the house – there would be ample time to `adjust' if anyone approached.

 

There was shelving attached to one wall, holding an old TV and lots of books, an old settee, a work table and chair with lamp,  and a bar fridge containing bottles of Coke and other soft drinks. A floor rug covered the open area, and a toy box stood under one of the windows.

 

As Kyle stepped off the ladder, he retracted it again, and allowed the trapdoor to close. Then he came straight up behind me, and without a word, he put his arms around me and caressed my chest and belly through my shirt. I felt his stiff dick against my bum.

 

I squirmed around to face him and put my arms around him, too. Our hard packages pressed against each other, and I kissed him. I wanted to, so I kissed him, as simply as that. He kissed back.

 

Considering our total lack of any experience together, the kiss which followed was very wet, and involved a lot of tongue, and it lasted a long, long time. Meanwhile, our hands explored and we rubbed very stiff groins heavily against each other. I was so excited that I literally shook all over, but I was in heaven. I grabbed his bum, wanting to hump harder as we kissed, and I suddenly came inside my shorts... and I kept right on kissing.

 

We pulled off school ties and shirts; our own and each other's. We hugged bare chest to bare chest. We managed to kneel together, and then we were down on the rug. I straddled Kyle and held his arms down whilst I explored his chest and abdomen with my tongue. I had anticipated this for so long, and had so rehearsed it in my imagination that I knew what I wanted to do, and I didn't hold back. I paid particular attention to his tiny nipples and the inny button on his tummy. He wriggled and squirmed.

 

I let go of his arms to undo and unzip his shorts. When I did, his fingers went into my hair, massaging my scalp.

 

I pulled his shorts down slowly, followed by his undies, and I got my first real look at him. Caught by the elastic of his undies, his circumcised dick slapped up against his belly. There was no hair at all, and his pink dick was actually small, perhaps three inches, hard. His balls were also small, but clearly developing, and in all, I thought his package was quite beautiful. In particular, I couldn't believe how steel-hard he was, and yet, his dick was smooth and warm to the touch.

 

I handled it, feeling it, stroking him. My excitement was such that I took his dick, right into my mouth. I took all of him in. I even took his balls into my mouth as well.

 

I sucked on him and tried to do things I thought would feel good on his dick. He clutched at my hair and his head rolled from side to side. Kyle mumbled unintelligibly and he started to hump in and out of my mouth.

 

He came, but there wasn't a lot of jism. And yet, I really did love every drop I got, and the feelings that I got from his climax were incredible.

 

His belly still heaving, Kyle clutched at my hair and shook his head slowly. "I never... felt... anything... like that!" he muttered, breathlessly.

 

I was hard and I wanted to keep going. I fondled his dick and played with it, trying to keep it stiff.

 

"Lay down this way," Kyle said, motioning for me to shift into a sixty-nine position. When I did, he unfastened my shorts and pushed them and my jism filled underwear down my legs. I lifted my hips and helped.

 

My dick was quite a bit bigger and thicker than his; perhaps four to four and a half inches long back then... pretty good for going on twelve. Like him, I was circumcised, but my balls had dropped and were egg shaped. My first sprinkling of pubic hair had started to grow.

 

He played with my equipment while I wanked him back to full mast. His hand, working on me, made my own dick incredibly hard.

 

Kyle managed to get on top of me, and although I still had access to his beautiful dick, he distracted me, because he worked my legs up into the air and then leaned between them to sniff at my arse crack. It seemed to interest him. He even poked at my pucker with his finger while licking my perineum and then my balls, taking them into his mouth, one at a time and rolling them around.

 

He let my legs drop, and he rolled onto his side, fondling my balls with one hand while stroking my dick with his other. I lay on my back, not really noticing the ceiling above me, but rather feeling the air between my bare legs, and Kyle's hand on my balls, his other hand wanking my dick, his arm cocked over my thigh, and the warm skin of his chest against the side of my hip. With my hand, I idly fondled his dick, and then grabbed onto it as my orgasm hit.

 

My first shot had such force that I actually felt it hit my chin.

 

Kyle's hand slowed and he let go of my dick. He came up into my arms and surprised me by using his tongue to clean up my chin. We embraced and kissed again, deeply. I could feel the rest of my jism squish between us.

 

When I cycled home that afternoon, I really needed a shower. But I was in a state of incredible euphoria.

 

I became quite proficient at doubling Kyle home from school on my bicycle. We did it regularly throughout the rest of that school year and given what we did together often in his Rec-Room after school, I remained naïve enough to start thinking of Kyle as my own "Exclusive Permanent Boyfriend".

 

Towards the end of the year however, he told me that his family was moving again and that he was going to start high school by being placed at an exclusive private boarding school with effect from the start of the new school year.

 

"And"  he said conspiratorially  "Although it's supposed to be a secret, I've heard that a good friend of yours is also going to be enrolled at the same boarding school, so he and I might become friends"

 

"Who?" I said  "Other than for you, I don't really have any  "good"  friends at school, so who?".

 

"Kerrie of course"  he said, wagging his finger at me  "I've seen how you look at him and drool!!... You know, it might be interesting to see if we could get him around here just one afternoon for a quiet little three-way party, which might just satisfy your lust and give me a chance to see if he might be good friend material for next year at my new school".  

 

I don't know how Kyle managed to get Kerrie to come, but one afternoon a few days before school ended, we had been in the Rec-room about 20 minutes when we saw Kerrie from the window, strolling down the drive.   Kyle went down and brought him up the ladder, through the trap door and closed it again.

 

We sat together side by side on the old settee, Kerrie in the middle and we shared a large bottle of Coke. For some time Kerrie and Kyle talked about their new school.  It sounded pretty good and I wondered just a little jealously, why my parents didn't have the money for that kind of an education. But they didn't, so why think about it.

 

Then Kyle put his hand casually on to Kerrie's upper leg close to the thigh and began to rub slowly and he said,  "I understand that things can happen at a private boarding school to the newer younger boys, especially when they are really good looking, like you are. Do you expect to be picked on at all by any of the older boys?"

 

As Kyle spoke I put my hand on Kerrie's other upper leg and I felt his whole body flinch and become quite taut. He responded by saying,  "I've heard that too, but I am not a poof, so I'll avoid that stuff if I can".

 

By then Kyle was openly rubbing Kerrie's upper torso through his shirt and had started to unbutton and remove it. I got down off the settee and kneeling between his legs I began to unbutton and unzip his shorts. Despite his tautness and what he had said, he seemed to make no move to stop either of us, even raising himself off the settee a little so that his clothing could come down.

 

By the time I had his pants and his underwear down to his ankles, Kyle was openly handling Kerrie's little cock. I was amazed because I had expected real resistance from Kerrie. What's more, I was expecting something more impressive. His package was quite small. Nonetheless, given Kyle's expert manipulation, he stiffened quickly and I just had to take over from Kyle and begin to wank Kerrie in earnest.  Miraculously, my fantasy about the pair of pants I most wanted to get into, had come to pass and I was again in absolute heaven.

 

Kyle took the opportunity to strip quickly and whilst I then did the same, Kerrie showed some interest in Kyle's rear end. He found Kyle's hole and used a finger to rub around and into his entrance and whilst doing so he said,  "I think this is what the older boys who are so inclined like, – they call it bumming, which is just a polite way to say fucking when there are no girls around".

 

"Have you tried it"  asked Kyle.

 

"No" said Kerrie "We're a bit young for girls yet, but I'll have a go at you if you like. Call it practice for the real thing. Do you have lube of any sort?"

 

"Oh yes!!!" said Kyle, "it sounds great, let's try it now.  I have some Vaseline", which he quickly found by rummaging in his toy box under the window.

 

While Kerrie used his fingers and the lube to prepare Kyle for the assault to come on his anus, I got down to some serious fun with Kerrie's cock and it was not long before it was in my mouth, again without any of the resistance I had expected from him.

 

I was so excited that I did not last long and exploded, whilst still sucking away, it felt just so good. The only response I had from Kerrie was a comment to the effect that I was a good "cock sucker", made as he removed himself from my mouth and prepared himself for his first attempt at bumming.

 

Just how successful Kerrie's attempt to bum Kyle was, I'm not sure, but despite his smallness, with the aid of the lube and his fingers, he managed to get himself inserted into Kyle's well stretched bum. Kyle had taken up a firm standing position bent forward slightly, legs apart, his hands tightly gripping one of the book shelves for support. Because he was so small, Kerrie seemed to have no problem getting further in without hurting Kyle and in quick time they were banging away and they both seemed to engage in a lot of serious moaning and groaning. I must admit that just watching it did not greatly excite me, so I again took up my sucking station kneeling in front of Kyle and flogging away at myself while I sucked. Despite Kerrie's need to re-insert quite a lot, the three of us managed a certain amount of rhythm together and we all seemed to eventually achieve a good climax and to really enjoy the experience.

 

When it was time to leave and we had dressed, I reflected a little sadly that neither of the others had taken a great deal of interest in me. They had both seemed too wrapped up in each other and the excitement of their bumming exercise together. So much for having my own Boyfriend!! Nonetheless, I had given them both a good sucking, enjoyed more fabulous climax experiences of my own and turned a major long term fantasy into an accomplished reality, so it was still a most enjoyable afternoon for me.

 

As it turned out that afternoon heralded the end of my intimate relationship with Kyle and once school finished I never saw him ( or Kerrie ) again. We kept in touch by way of an occasional telephone call during those school holidays, but once he moved and high school was upon us, our lives moved in entirely separate directions.

 

One of the things Kyle said to me during what I'm sure was our last telephone conversation, was to always remember that right up to the last day of school I had successfully won and retained my crown as champion of the "highest pisser up the wall" competition.  WOW !!.

 

Kyle was someone I will never forget and he was a good friend. But on reflection, I'm sure that any feelings he had for me were superficial as compared to my feelings for him. In reality I think that for him, our friendship was more just about his developing interest in sex than anything else. It was a pity, because although I admit that I was sex crazy during that period too, I really wanted a lasting friendship based on a lot more than just sex.

 

 

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