Story Eight.                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 actual significant events in my real life.  And of course, names etc have been changed.

 

Each Story that I have written, ( and I have used that word rather than the word Chapter ) can be read quite independently of all the others, because each is a complete, stand-alone story.  Some are longer than others and some have less or even minimal, if any sex.  But, the basic Gay / Boy Lover theme is there in each story. 

 

However, they are all written from my point of view and I have tried to keep them basically in an order of chronology.  So, they can be read in number order giving, an overview and flow to a significant number of the things that have happened to me over the years.

 

The Story below relates to the final period of my time at High School, during which, given somewhat unfortunate circumstances, I was able to live away from home independently at my Nana's house. It also describes the quite odd situation with which I was confronted, involving Nana's neighbour.

 

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 most relevant categories for this particular Story.       

 

 

I have tried to make each story interesting and as sexy as possible, whilst keeping them all as REAL as I could, particularly as regards things like; the language used, the ages of those involved, the time period relevant to that particular story and the prevailing attitudes of the community at the time.  

 

All of my Stories are completed and I don't plan to make any changes to them, but I would still be very interested in your feedback. I'm sure most Nifty Authors really like to feel appreciated for their efforts and we all love positive feedback. So, please email me at: aarontheaussie@bigpond.com

 

Just a reminder too, that Nifty needs our financial support.  Please help with what you can, if you can.  Every bit helps, no matter how small.

 

So... Here goes, I hope you are still finding these stories OK.

 

Aaron.

 

HIGH SCHOOL – NANA'S NEIGHBOUR.

 

Year 11 at High School started well for me and by the time I turned 16, life was looking much better, even good.  I felt happy with my teachers and my school work. Although there was nobody special or particularly close to me at school I had a couple of nice enough casual mates, things were good at home, I still regularly saw my Nana who lived quite near to the school and my major passion was still my involvement in Scouting as a Venturer, where I had my very best friends.

 

Thank heavens, unlike the somewhat disastrous time I had at school during year 10 ( See Story 6 ) things were largely back on track.

 

Further, fortunately, I had not been outed in any way at school, so my sexual preference for boys had not become an issue.  I remained slim and I still felt, reasonably happy with myself in the looks department, although perhaps I was a little geeky with fairly heavy looking glasses. A few people still seemed to compare me in a fairly favourable way as a Buddy Holly lookalike.

 

That year I only had one teacher who was new to the school and he seemed to be an excellent teacher with a very good grasp of his subject, which was important as I was determined to excel at the highest maths level possible.  For one who seemed so very young, Mr Fitzsimmons mathematical brain and his ability to make the subject interesting and challenging, were both amazing. He hardly looked much older than some of us, yet I thought he had to be in his mid to late twenties, at least.

 

My Nana was struggling quite a bit now with age and illness, but she liked to see me and I her, so I still often went to her place for lunch, or more often now just to visit for a short while after school, before the long bus journey I did to and home from school each day. This saved her from worrying about lunch, which I usually had to get ready for both of us anyway.

 

As time passed 2 things happened which for me, I thought were quite good.   First I became aware that Mr Fitzsimmons and I regularly seemed to pass each other on the street as I walked the short distance to or from Nana's place and we became a little more familiar with each other than we might otherwise have been.  Second, I guess because of that familiarity, he seemed to be a little friendlier with me than with most others in my class and to challenge me more to excel.

 

As our relationship developed, I felt more and more comfortable with him as a person rather than just as a teacher. In fact he often felt to me more like just a friend and I assumed this to be because of his relative youthfulness.

 

He was very good looking in a dignified sort of way, tall and slim with curly blond hair and blue eyes and he was always immaculately dressed in suit and tie.  I didn't feel at the time, attracted to him in a sexual way, but I certainly liked him a lot. This was probably because by then I was feeling more and more like a confirmed boy lover.  I know that back then I certainly didn't consciously think of myself in that way, but I definitely recall spending a lot of my time just looking at younger boys,

 

Then one afternoon in September, just as I was leaving Nana's to go home, Mr Fitzsimmons stopped to say hello to us both as he passed, quite clearly headed towards the front door next to Nana's.

 

Nana had originally bought her property 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 )

 

It turned out that Mr Fitzsimmons was renting the other Villa in Nana's Duplex and that they were in fact immediate neighbours.  As a result, we became even better friends and Mr Fitzsimmons even suggested that at any time it seemed appropriate, ( perhaps not for example in class ) I should feel free to call him Max.

 

Down here our school year coincides with the calendar year and our major summer break from school, when it's hot, hot, hot is from mid-December through January.  Final Exams in year 11, at least in those days were held early, during the latter part of October, with what remained of the school year devoted to preparation work for year 12, our next and final school year.  Part of those preparations included some major projects set for research and completion during the school holidays. Being school holidays, none of this work was compulsory, like homework, but most teachers setting projects insisted that completing them would be beneficial.  Mr Fitzsimmons was one teacher who set such a project and his was quite a difficult one, based on Statistics.

 

In mid-November with Final Exams over, we were well into this "preparation for next year" phase at school, when one day I was summoned to the Administration Office and advised of a message from home asking that I be excused for the rest of the day given a family crisis and that I go directly to Nana's place.

 

When I arrived there was an ambulance out front and my Mum greeted me indicating that Nana had suffered a mild stroke and had fallen breaking her hip.  Once the ambulance departed we tidied up and locked up the Villa before departing ourselves for the hospital.

 

During the next month whilst school continued, I was able to keep an eye on the place and regularly clear the mail.  Once school ended for the summer holidays, I asked Max ( whom I had of course told what had happened ) if he would mind doing this, on the understanding that I would still come regularly to do the lawns, etc.  He said he was happy to do so, although he would be away for a few days himself with family, over the Christmas period.

 

Nana had by then progressed from hospital to a rehab facility, where she was convalescing.  She was keen of course, to eventually go home. But, whether or not that would ever be possible, was debatable and a "Permanent In-Care" placement was seen as more probable. Whilst she was still quite sharp mentally, she had become quite frail.

 

Mum and Dad knew that Nana would fight a permanent care placement all the way and so determined that her Villa must remain available for her return, even if in reality, that option was unlikely.  The difficulty was to finance her care costs without needing to rent out or sell her Villa and it was fortunate that Mum and Dad apparently had the resources to be able to manage that.

 

Since it was expected that year 12 at school would be fairly heavy going, they asked me how I would feel about looking after myself if I were to live at Nana's by myself, Monday to Friday until the Final Year, Final Examinations were over, just coming home at weekends.  As they saw it, my studies would benefit from fewer than normal distractions as well as the time I would save, that I normally spent travelling each day.  Further, Nana's Villa would not just be standing unoccupied, which was the whole point.

 

I was impressed that they would trust me with such a level of independence and as virtually all of my Venturer Scouting was done on weekends, my response was not just favourable, but enthusiastic, particularly as Mum said she would help me by regularly preparing some meals in advance I could just reheat.

 

I thought it important to settle in well before the new school year commenced and having in mind those several major projects we had been set, which I wanted to work on, it was all agreed and Mum and Dad helped me settle in during January, about 3 weeks before school started.

 

I had set up my desk in the back room beside the large window I could open, which permitted me some sun and to look out on the Villa's small back courtyard area. This was very pleasant, as was the walk as necessary, to the Public Library at the local Junction shopping centre to do research and I made a very pleasing start on my projects.

 

The one project I struggled with a bit was the one set by Max Fitzsimmons on Statistics and I had thought to consult him on it, as he was right next door and he seemed so very approachable.

 

Since settling in, I had seen Max a couple of times and had actually chatted with him for some time on one occasion over the fence separating our 2 back courtyards.  During that chat he had suggested that I might come in to his place at some stage for a meal.

 

So I knocked on his door and asked if I could consult him on the project.  He suggested that I come in the following afternoon at about 4pm to discuss it and then stay for dinner with him in the evening.

 

I was very pleased with the helpful advice he gave me. It clarified my thinking and got me over a couple of the mental blockages I was having with the project.  Yet again, his skill was such that he did this in a way that still left me challenged and with the task of completing the project properly for myself, still ahead.  And this all happened in the relaxed and enjoyable atmosphere of his living room, within about 40 minutes.

 

He then got me a coke, put on some music and we chatted while he went about the task of preparing a meal for us.

 

I learned that his appointment at this school was his first since completing his teaching qualification, with Honours at an age somewhat younger than most.  All of which clearly indicated that he was a "Brain" with a very big B.

 

I found the nerve to ask him his age straight out and he said 24.  Given this, I expressed some surprise that he had been able to go virtually without any practical experience at all, into teaching my advanced year 11 class and to do so with such apparent success.

 

"Your quite right"  he said  "I was surprised myself, but I think it was a way of testing me and since the Headmaster seems happy with my results, he's intending that I stay with your class and see it through to the end of your Year 12 this year.  Meanwhile, all the rest of my work this year, as it was last year, will be with Year 7 and 8 Classes.  I enjoy the challenge of the work at the higher level, but I think I prefer working with the younger students".

 

It was good to know that he would be continuing as my Maths Teacher that year and I said as much to him.  Although I didn't say as much, I thought to myself..."Wow, and he isn't really that much older than me !"

 

We chatted on and I continued to feel relaxed and happy in his company. Further, I got the feeling that he might be a little lonely and that he was enjoying having my company.

 

The meal that he served was very nice and afterwards we shared the clean-up task together and then moved to the living area to continue chatting.

 

It was then, whilst we sat together talking that I began to get the feeling for the first time that Max might just be trying to "come on" to me !.  We had talked briefly a bit about girls and it seemed pretty clear that there was little interest in that subject on either side so we had moved on.  Of course, our common interest was the school, the teaching, the students and I noticed how often his remarks came back to his experiences with particular individual boys and how often he would say things like:  "A beautiful looking boy and yet, blah, blah, blah"  or  "God, that boy is good looking but, blah, blah, blah"  or  "A nice kid with a good brain, if he could just lose some weight he would certainly improve his appearance and his appeal".

 

As we talked on there were even a couple of veiled references to my looks, suggesting that he might find them quite appealing and I was desperately trying to think how I should handle this.  If it was not my imagination and a move was made, did I want this?  And either way, how should I respond?     

 

As it happened, I managed without really even thinking about it properly, to respond to something he said, in a way that was quite self-incriminating and embarrassing to me, which gave him a perfect opening to pursue the "come on" if he wished.  Thinking about it later, I was quite pleased because the result could not have been better had I planned it carefully.

 

What brought it on was a comment on my part, ( I don't even recall its context ) which involved a mention in passing of Rodney, one of my class mates. 

 

His reply was something to the following effect:  "Yes, it's a pity, but then whilst some of the older boys, like him and you for example, are really good looking and sexy, some of the 12 and 13 year olds are just so cute!"

 

My unthinking response was:  "I think the really cute kids of that age are the beanpole slim ones with long, long legs, especially when they are in really short, school or PE shorts".

 

There was an extended pregnant pause and then Max said "Do you know any of the younger boys?"

 

"No, not really"  I said, now definitely feeling my embarrassment.

 

"I have some photo's I've taken during the last year" he said,  "Would you like to see them?"

 

"Sure" I said, not knowing quite what to expect.

 

I was amazed and delighted at what he produced. The photos were contained in several albums indicating just how active he must have been with his camera throughout the year.  Yet, I hadn't even ever noticed him with a camera!

 

There was no porn or shots that were even slightly suggestive. Just lots of good, high quality black and white shots of boys engaged in every possible school activity in every possible setting and pose, mostly just having fun. But there were lots of good close-ups and every shot seemed to depict the boys at their very best.

 

It was getting dark and Max closed up the room, turned on a very bright lamp behind the lounge and suggested that we sit together on the lounge to take best advantage of that brightness from behind us as we looked through the albums.

 

As we turned the pages he would point out, name and talk about various boys with great enthusiasm.  There were a few I managed to be brave enough to comment on and I would get responses like..."Yes, his name is Tony and he's gorgeous. He's a runner with those super long legs you were talking about and I see your point about the short shorts effect!"

 

He must have been feeling more at ease as we progressed, because his very next comment was less guarded and more intimate. In fact, he pointed to a picture right beside the one I had mentioned of Tony and said,  "See this blond kid, his name is Wayne and for a 12 year old small-fry, I think he's really, really hot!....and I think he and your friend Tony are good mates".    

 

It was not hard to concentrate on the beautiful boys in the photographs, but I was also aware that we were both getting aroused and I was very conscious of just how intimately close to each other we were on that lounge.

 

As we completed our viewing of the first album, Max who was on my left, took it away with his left hand and used that same hand to pick up the next one. Meanwhile his right dropped gently onto my upper left leg and he said quietly... "Look, I didn't intend this to happen and I think I'm as surprised as you, but it's pretty clear that we are both into all this, with much the same tastes for it as each other.  Also, I'm quite strongly turned on and aroused by you, so I suggest that we continue browsing, but without the constraints.  If you don't want to go on, that's OK...( Long pause, but I chose not to speak at all ) ... But otherwise, perhaps we should get more comfortable!!"  and he gave my penis just a brief and light tweak.  

 

With that, he put down the second book, stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, gave me a quick but rather nice kiss on the lips, dropped and took off both his trousers and boxers, and then sat down again, re-collecting the second book as he did so.

 

Then he said,  "Come on, let's have some fun!"

 

By the time I sat beside him again ( minus pants and undies ) we were both rampant.  He held the book with his left hand and I turned the pages with my right.  For the most part, our other hand in each case, was busy with the others cock.

 

For me, Max was a little different in that his prick had no foreskin at all and it had a little bit of a bend to the right. Still it was a good length ( perhaps closer to 7 inches than 6 ) and his balls were quite big.  For an adult, he didn't seem very hairy, so he quite turned me on, especially as my normal preference apparently like his, was for younger adolescence.

 

Now, as we proceeded with the books both our comments were totally unrestrained .....(me) "Oh, get a go at that guy, wouldn't you just love to get him naked?" .....(me) "Shit, his package looks so inviting!" .....(Max) "Have a go at that arse, I'd love to see it without pants and shove something up it!" ...(Max) "Now he is just so beautiful, I could eat him whole, cock, balls and all!" ... etc, etc.

 

At one stage Max seemed to get really excited and pointing to a picture with merriment in his voice, he said ... "Now this guy is a real stud, have I ever got the serious hots for him?,... cum and get me now baby!!"   and he burst out laughing at my expression, as it dawned on me that it was a photo of me he was pointing at.  It was a good close up primarily featuring me with some others just on the periphery as I stood in a line at the school canteen, with one hand seeming to be pressed casually against the front of my package, as if to perhaps restrain tenting.  I had no idea that such a snap had been taken, or when, or how. I was totally flabbergasted!!.    

 

Meanwhile our stroke action was equally unrestrained and by the end of the third and final album, I had already cum twice. Fortunately Max had tissues ready and handy so there was not a big mess

 

Then Max looked at me and said, "I'm close to coming a second time, but not quite. Are you a sucker for cock? If so you could help me out!  Then we'll have a cup of tea and you should be off home next door".

 

I felt I needed to show him that I was a good cock sucker and I'm sure he appreciated my efforts, because he rewarded them very quickly with quite a respectable mouthful, especially for a second squirt.

 

We dressed and had a cuppa and then a very nice little snog with quite a bit of tongue at the front door before he opened it for me to slip out.  His final comment was... "I've got my camera all ready to go, so we must do this again, perhaps with a new album after each Term this year?"

  

"Sounds really good to me" I said with real sincerity.

 

Once school got underway, that final years work was my major focus and having my independence and living at Nana's worked well for me. I was concentrated and undistracted, at least for the first 2 Terms. There were some ( 2 actually ) distractions in the third and final Term. But hey, if you're not pretty well prepared by then, you'll probably never be anyway.

 

Whilst really enjoying what Venturing I did do, I even kept my weekend Venturer Scout activities to a minimum and my only other bits of fun were 2 further equally enjoyable visits for a meal with Max during each of the first 2 Term holiday breaks, when on each occasion we did another unconstrained review of a new photo album ( and some further revision of older ones )

 

The one distraction I did allow myself was at school where I often found myself trying from a distance of course, to match real boys I saw with photos in albums and doing so with quite some success. It was fun.

 

Then it was the start of the third and final Term, late August with winter pretty much behind us and heading into our official start of Spring in September.  It was a cool but beautiful sunny Tuesday and I was at my desk at Nana's after school, enjoying the sun again at last, with the window to the back courtyard wide open. It was about 20 minutes before 4 pm and I was into my work already.

 

Then, because it was quiet I suddenly felt strangely distracted. So I paused to listen and realised that I was hearing voices.  They were low, but they were distinct and they seemed to be coming from Max's courtyard.  The voices belonged to what sounded to be quite young boys and I was interested and intrigued, so I rose and moved quietly out into my own courtyard, sitting down without making a noise on an outdoor chair on my side of the adjoining fence to eavesdrop on their conversation.

 

(H) – Voice Higher and a little squeaky.

(D) – Voice Deeper

 

(H)

"My appointment for my private tuition with Mighty Max each Tuesday is at 4.30, but I always come early. I'm even a bit earlier than normal today. It's nice and quiet here in his courtyard and I've got a book.  Why are you here?"

(D)

"As you suggested, I told him I'm having Algebra trouble and just as you thought, he immediately asked me to come around here, but I didn't get a specific time. Do you think he'll be long? He was very clear that I should use the back laneway entrance to this back courtyard and not the front door"

(H)

"He said that to me too. I don't think he likes people knowing that he has kids around here, especially given, certain things.  But he has sport supervision Tuesdays every week and doesn't normally get here till about 4.20 or so and he has me at 4.30, so you're out of luck today".                    

(D)

"I like the `Given certain things'  bit, you little poof.  I'd like to know how you picked him as being queer like we are, but I'm guessing that when you say `he has you' at 4.30 it actually means he's already made a move on you. Has he? And have you hinted to him yet about me, as you said you would?"

(H)

"Well...Yes, he has moved on me and it was fantastic. I can't stop thinking about it and anticipating what might happen today. He's such a stud and it's so good just knowing that he likes me. When he touches me down there, I nearly spew cum instantly.  If needs be I'll still give him a pointer to you, but knowing you, now he's asked you around, you'll probably get your cock in his mouth quick smart".

(D)

"Very funny!!.... I see you have your big box of tissues with you. Is that especially for when your with him or is it the same box you've been bringing to my place when you come over?"

(H)

"Same box. But I might need to get another especially for here, because he cums buckets.  His cock is gigantic."

(D)

"God, he sure is a spunk, I like him so much, I'm not sure I can wait. Is his cock really nice?"

(H)

"I like it, but I'm not sure I like it as much as I like yours"

(D)

"You little crawler, I should make you give it a good sucking off right now"

(H)

"Hey keep your voice down mate. That sounds very nice, but I don't want us to be outed. I love you, but at least for now, that's just between us and perhaps Mighty Max."

(D)

"Sorry, but I doubt it's a problem. Nobody around here is likely to hear us. It's at school we have to be really careful."

(H)

"Well, this little courtyard is pretty private and we've still got half an hour. Maybe we could do each other and still have time to spare, What do you think?"

(D)

"It's a bit of a big risk, but perhaps we could do it, if we put something against the back laneway gate to fall and make a noise to warn us should anyone else come.  Are you really serious?"

 

(ME)

Instantaneously and without any intelligent pre consideration, as I stood quickly and looked straight at them both over the fence.

 

"Perhaps you could both come inside here with me. I would certainly enjoy it and it would be much more comfortable and private".

 

Making this move had been largely just an automatic reflex. But now I had to hold the fence for support, I was shaking so much I thought my knees would give way. The shaking was a response to both fear at what I had just done, if it went wrong and the delicious anticipation of what just might be really exciting if it happened.

 

Both boys jumped out of their skins.  (D) Who actually turned out to be Tony ( of the super long legs ) recovered first and he stammered,  "I've seen you around at school, your one of the suave senior boys, one of the better looking ones, but I don't know your name".

 

"Correct" I said, but reminded them that time was a wasting. "It's up to you" I said, "but I did hear pretty much everything and I'm sure we could have a good time together... Just use my back laneway gate to come through".

 

"OK, sure" said (H), "Let's do it Tony"

 

In my living room, having closed up to ensured that we were secure from any form of intrusion, I introduced myself and fully clarified their names.  I wasn't 100% sure but thought that (H) was Wayne ( The Blond small-fry Max thought was so really Hot ) and I was right.  Actually to me Wayne as I remember him these many years on, could be compared favourably with the very young Tom Felton ( Draco Malfoy ) in the early Harry Potter Films.

 

They proudly confirmed for me that they had both now Turned 13.

 

They were both in school uniform wearing grey shorts and long socks and Tony's shorts were smallish and fairly tight, so that the expanse of long slim leg between the hem of the shorts up near the thigh and his knee, was breathtaking for me.

 

They were still looking quite nervous, but then Tony took the initiative and said to me,  "OK, so you want to be involved do you? Do you want us to get you off? Or do you want to get off on us? or whatever?"

 

"Yes please" I said, "Absolutely all of the above, including the `or whatever' bit!!"

 

He laughed, breaking the ice a bit. But then said,  "Well, we will need more time for all that, so perhaps if we decide we like you enough, we could come back again".

 

"But for now" he said, "Since Wayne has to be back next door by 4.30 for his appointment with Mr Fitzsimmons, my suggestion for what little time we have now, is this... First, let Wayne have a go at getting you off. Then, once I get him off, he can go if he's pressed for time and finally that leave you to do whatever with me.  How does that sound?"

 

"Excellent" said Wayne. "Let's do it!" and he moved towards me, dropped to his knees on the carpet in front of me and reached for my belt.

 

He had my trousers and undies at my ankles in seconds and my super-hard cock engulfed.  I was in instant ecstasy, feeling the magical wetness of his mouth and what seemed to me the sheer skill of his tongue and lips.  My fingers went into his white blond hair and I soon found it impossible to refrain from humping in and out of his mouth.  All the while I was observing Tony, who had gotten fully undressed and was standing behind Wayne, displaying what I thought was the biggest and most magnificent 13 year old hard-on ever, whilst holding a bunch of tissues ready for use.  That was timely because, despite my warnings, Wayne didn't pull his mouth away from me until the very, very last moment and we only just managed to get the tissues to my phenomenal explosion in the nick of time.

 

"God" said Wayne as he got to his feet. "That was fantastic, your better than anyone, including Mighty Max and your cock is the best ever"  and turning to Tony he said, "I vote that we definitely come back... Lots!!"   They both laughed and seemed very happy.  To say the least I was quite pleased too.

 

So I watched in wrapt fascination as Wayne got himself fully stripped off by Tony and then spread eagled out on the carpet on his back.  Although quite small in comparison, like the rest of his whole body, Wayne's Jewels were unquestionably absolutely gorgeous and he was very rigidly hard.

 

Then I watched Tony get down over him and do a spectacular job of sucking him to a beautiful climax.  What made this even more exceptional for me, was my obsession with what I thought were, Tony's perfect and sleek, "Big Cat like" limbs and body lines... plus, the beautiful rear end he had sticking right up in the air at me.   

 

Wayne was whimpering quietly by the time he climaxed and it took him a little time afterwards to recover. But, by then it was already 4.15 and I suggested that he needed to get dressed quickly and head off.  He grumped a bit, saying he really wanted to see what Tony and I did together. But he dressed and I saw him out, ensuring that he got back into Max's back courtyard, without being seen by anyone.

 

Wayne's cock was small, but similar in basic style to mine.   Like Max's, Tony's cock had virtually no foreskin. But like his body, it was slim sleek and long and unlike Max's it was straight.  For me his whole package, including his low hanging balls seemed big for a 13 year old who was as yet still virtually hairless, but I didn't care, I was mesmerised by what I saw as his absolute beauty.

 

Returning to the living room, I found him sitting naked on the lounge, with one long slender leg at full stretch forward but out to his left, the other was held up vertical, heel on lounge edge and arm around shin, bent at the knee, which was supporting his head, while he watch himself pump his cock slowly with his free hand.  He smiled at me and as I approached him, he let the held leg go and stretched it out forward and to the right, much like the other one.  I simply got to my knees between his legs, bent forward and engulfed him. Then taking the lower part of his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, I went to work.

 

My tongue explored it all and given the way he was sitting on the lounge in front of me, it was even easy to tongue back along his perineum and use it to just lightly rim around his anal entrance. ( Wow, never done that before ! )  I probed his bulbous head, its underside and his piss slit. Then I started applying some serious suction.

 

He was moaning quite a bit in pleasure and when his climax hit, I think it was a bigger one than he normally had and he was a little surprised at its intensity.  Although at that stage he was waving tissues around, I took his whole offering for myself and then licked him clean, so the tissues were not needed. 

 

When I sat on the lounge beside him and told him how gorgeous I thought he was, I looked steadily into his eyes, then moved forward and kissed him with some passion.  He was a bit taken back by that,  ( presumably he and Wayne were not yet into kissing ) but he rallied, followed my lead and was soon responding with some passion of his own.

    

As we separated, Tony said somewhat breathlessly,  "Your just amazing and I agree with Wayne, it's not a question now of whether we'll come back, but how often we can, the more the better!"

 

Of course, I had a lot of study to do, so it couldn't be too often. But, they came back and kept coming regularly during the remaining weeks of that Term, until my Final Exams started.

 

According to Tony, what he was anticipating with Max did happen on his first Algebra problem visit and from then on throughout the rest of that school year, both he and Wayne continued to have some kind of regular sex with Max Fitzsimmons. 

 

But, they both seemed to have a great time with me and to love coming and of course I loved having them.  We did all sorts of stuff together and it seemed that they could never get enough. They also boosted my ego tremendously with their apparently genuine praise and comments about what a super spunk and stud I was.

 

So Wayne and Tony were my two 3^rd Term distractions.

 

But with my exams completed, this phase of my life was over and I had to move on.

 

Mum and Dad were very pleased with my Exam results and so was I. But, rather than University, I secured an Accounting Traineeship with a big firm and prepared to begin College.

 

Sadly, we finally lost my Nana that summer and preparations began to sell the villa.  The one lovely thing about that for me, was that Mum told me Nana had insisted that I should have her car if I wanted it.  It was a nice little Corolla and I certainly wanted it, although I would rather have still had my Nana.  Guess I'd better now think about getting a licence so I can drive the thing!!.

 

Who knows how many boys other than Tony and Wayne Max may have been seeing that year.  He didn't confide any of that to me at all, nor did I ever know if he knew about my relationship with Tony and Wayne.  But our personal Teacher / Neighbour / Friend relationship remained strong right to the end and I still credit him with being one of my very best ever Teachers.

 

The final time I saw him ( at the Auction of Nana's Villa ) He told me with great enthusiasm that he had a new teaching job at a Private Boys Boarding School and was moving on himself.  I wished him well with total sincerity, but thought to myself... I just hope for your own sake that you are very, careful and discrete.

 

As we were both Boy lovers I very much felt for Max, because it's one thing for 3 boys ( even if one is somewhat older ) to have consensual sex together. The situation for a Teacher is entirely another and I worried a bit that one day he could be caught and ruin what otherwise was clearly going to be a brilliant career.    

 

As for me, I loved being a real lover of 2 boys for a brief period, even if I knew that I was sharing them with at least one other person and that in the final analysis, Max and I were just extra's anyway, because for Tony and Wayne, I'm quite sure that their real love affair was with one another.

 

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