Story Twelve (B).              A LIFE IN THE CLOSET  by  AUSSIE DOUG.

 

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 – In this case it's Keith. 

 

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.

 

My ongoing casual contact with most boys once they moved on from Scouts was normal and generally positive, especially as regards those who remained in Venturers and also since in many cases, I maintained a very good and friendly personal relationship with the families of a lot of boys.  Some boys maintained a much closer continuing personal friendship with me for a period, or even occasionally more permanently. Stories 12 (A) and 12 (B)  each provides an example of a somewhat odd relationship experience I had, beyond the Scout Troop.

     

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

 

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

 

Aaron.

 

 

 

POST SCOUT TROOP RELATIONSHIP EXPERIENCES.

 

At about 37 I had been a Scout Leader for a long time but I still took my responsibilities in that regard extremely seriously. My problem was that I had to, because although none of the boys ever knew it, secretly I was a Boy Lover and there were few boys in my Troop at any time that I didn't really like a lot. There had always been just a few boys, in a rare `virtual love' category. I didn't just adore, I considered absolutely super special.

 

I'm sure that all of those super special kids held me in high esteem and that they had a great deal of respect for me, but like all the rest, they knew nothing of my real feelings. That was what being in the closet was all about and it was my cross to bear.  I was never going to jeopardise everything by ever failing to keep my feelings fully in check if I could help it, no matter how intense they were or how difficult that was.

 

Keith featured briefly as one of those super special kids in Story 11B. This is a follow up story, which relates more specifically to him and is set in about 1988.

 

PART B.   KEITH.

 

When the phone rang one night, I was surprised to hear from Keith, one of my all-time best Scouts of the past. He had been a really superb Patrol Leader and a boy who I thought was absolutely magnificent in every way.

 

But in his turn Keith had moved on from the Troop to Venturers at 15 and not long after that as it happened, his family moved away and we lost contact. Life goes on and of course, more current concerns took my attention. This meant that in time the ardour I had for Keith cooled, but I knew that my memories of him would always keep him very special to me.  

 

I guess he would have been 17 when his phone call came out of the blue.

 

Having expressed my delight at hearing from him, after some initial polite catching up chit chat, he came to the main purpose for his call.

 

"There is this place out in the National Park up this way that I stumbled upon by sheer chance that I really love." He said,  "It's on what's called Palonga Creek and there is a fair hike to it but that's good because its isolation adds to its charm. I've been there a few times now and nobody is ever there, so I thought you might like to look at it and assess its future potential for use by the Troop.  Perhaps we could take a weekend to explore it and camp there together, just the two of us, at some stage."

 

I was always on the lookout for new and exciting places to use and it sounded great to me. So, we arranged to meet in the city for coffee to renew our acquaintance and talk about it.

 

When we met I found that for me, Keith was still just as nice looking and sexy as ever. He was of average height but slim, with blond carefully styled hair featuring darker highlights. His eyes were deep blue and his mouth was wide and when he smiled his teeth were brilliantly white.

 

He bubbled with enthusiasm for this place he wanted me to see, but strangely, when I suggested at one stage bringing along a couple of my current Patrol Leaders, he was not keen and didn't seemed to want to share our weekend together with others...very interesting!!

 

Apparently the walk from the local railway station followed a fire trail into the bush for perhaps 30 minutes.  The trek from the point where a rough bush track left the Fire Trail, to the site itself, involved a further walk through quite rugged bushland of perhaps another 30 to 40 minutes, following the track up hills and down gullies.

 

"There is a spot just off the Fire Trail, at the start of the bush track" said Keith, "Where we can safely leave the car, which means we'll only have to walk the bush track. But, walking the Fire Trail isn't hard, so if the kids come by train, and I was thinking about weekend Patrol Camps, it's quite doable."

 

We settled on the date for our inspection weekend and our arrangements. The plan was that I would drive to Keith's on that Saturday morning, from where we would proceed using his vehicle. He undertook to organise the food and camping gear, so that all I needed to bring was my personal kit.

 

The day when it arrived was absolutely glorious. There was bright sunshine and warmth without humidity or excess heat, a perfect example of the summer weekends ahead that year and I set out to drive to Keith's in high spirits and with anticipation.

 

A cup of tea and some polite banter with Keith's Parents was necessary.  But, there seemed to be some tension between Keith and his younger brother, whom I hadn't seen in a long time. Given this, I was quite pleased to get on our way.  Keith's Brother had been too young for our Scouts when they moved and he was 12 now. Not a bad kid, but tubby, assuming it was not polite to describe him as actually fat and according to Keith quite lazy, he certainly didn't turn me on at all, despite the way that Keith did. 

 

Keith was driving and I sat in the passenger seat, feeling relaxed beside this gorgeous boy and I started to daydream that something intimate just might actually happen between us during this weekend alone together.

 

But, then suddenly we were stopping again and Keith explained that he had actually arranged for his little Brother to come along with us for the weekend and to bring his best mate Zak along as well.

 

According to Keith, his `little shit' of a Brother decided that he didn't want to come right at the very last minute. ( which at the time, I thought probably  explained the tension )

 

"Anyway" Keith said as he got out of the car, "I can do without his company. I don't even see why Zak and he are still mates, Zak is much nicer. In fact for a 12 year old, I really like Zak a lot. This is his place, I'll just go get him."

 

Zak sat between us on the front bench seat in the car and Keith did the introductions.

 

This boy was a bit way out, but slim and gorgeous. He had an earring and a leather thong at both his neck and a wrist and his dark hair was kind of afro. He was wearing a tattered denim shirt and very short cut-off jeans, plus big sunglasses. My immediate personal thought was..."Wow!! Does he ever have sex appeal?"

 

But Keith was right. He was a very nice youngster, chatty, but polite and quietly spoken and within a very short time I was thinking that I also really liked him a lot. I did notice immediately however, that he sat with his legs spread in such a way that they made direct skin to skin contact with both my leg and with Keith's. I chose not to pull my leg away.  

 

Having reached the local railway station, Keith had mentioned, it was only quite a short distance from it, onto a back street and to the turn onto the Fire Trail.  This was rough in places to drive, but as Keith had suggested, would have been quite easy walking.

 

Having carefully parked the car well off the Fire Trail and locked it up, we set out to walk the track to our destination.  Keith led the way and Zak and I followed, chatting.  Zak told me just how cool Keith was, how much fun he was to be with and how much he had been looking forward to this weekend.   I noticed that he made no mention of Keith's Brother at all, either then or subsequently.

 

Initially the track was easy enough to follow. But, we went through some quite dense bush and some dank gullies and in places the going uphill was a little tough. Walking in single file I took up the rear behind Zak which gave me ample opportunity to admire his beautiful rear end, which I had to carefully hold on a couple of those occasions when it helped to push him up a steep section of the track ahead of us. We made it to the site, in under 30 minutes without any problems.

 

The clearing where our campsite would be established was quite large and seemed more than ideal for a Patrol and I was very impressed generally with the area. We quickly set about erecting the tent and setting up our basic overnight campsite needs and again I was impressed with Zak who did more than his share quickly, efficiently and without any gripes.  With Zak's further help Keith prepared a quite enjoyable lunch.

 

Just a little upstream from the clearing was a beautiful waterfall.  It cascaded over rocks into a glorious clear pool, where we spent some time that afternoon skinny-dipping together.  Before leaving the Clearing I got out my swimmers to change, but Keith again made the point that except for us, there was absolutely nobody around and suggested that we only needed towels. I would have been very excited about that, had it been just Keith and me, but although I was totally excited about the prospect of 2 such beautiful naked swimming companions, I was also a little nervous about skinny dipping at my age, with a 12 year old.

 

At first, given Zak's involvement, I had also assumed that he or perhaps I would sleep in a separate tent, but apparently that was not the plan.

 

Before swimming we explored the pool area and Keith pointed out the entrance way to what he said was a small system of caves just above and behind the waterfall, about which he and Zak seemed to both be quite excited.  It was all quite impressive and magnificent. An area I could definitely put to good use in planning Troop and Patrol activities.

   

When it came to our swim, neither Keith nor Zak seemed the slightest bit inhibited. Both stripped quickly and completely and were in the water splashing about in no time. I followed, but with somewhat more modesty.

 

The next hour or so for me was total enjoyment, even if internally I was shaking with excitement and heavily concentrated on trying to avoid becoming erect.  As opposed to fleeting and guarded glances at Keith the Scout when he was younger, for the first time I now found myself able to more openly admire his magnificence and I found it difficult to keep my eyes off him. But, young Zak was also so beautiful that I had to devote equal time to him and soak both of them in with my eyes. Zak was clearly starting to develop, but his body was still totally hairless, including his boy parts. 

 

Ultimately Zak initiated a wrestling match with Keith in the shallower water area of the pool and they managed to draw me in. It was just too much and by the time we emerged from the water, all 3 of us had straining erections. Keith seemed a little embarrassed, but not Zak. He stood drying off with his slim straight 4 inch cock totally erect and in full view.  It stood proud pointing up at 45 degrees to his stomach and was clearly as steel hard as it could be.  He dropped his towel and walked over to Keith, put his arm around his waist and drew Keith in against himself. Then he looked up adoringly at him.

 

"Are we going to go explore the cave system now?" he asked.

 

"Dusty and I are just going to relax in the sun for a bit" Keith replied, "But, you can go make a start and we'll be with you soon. Perhaps you can check out that funnel again, see how much water it is taking at present and whether or not we will be able to get through it today".

 

"OK, I'll see you both in a while" said Zak as he picked up his towel and headed off, with it over his shoulder, still in a totally naked and aroused state.

 

Keith spread his towel on a rock in the sun and lay down, still naked with his hard cock pointing straight up at his chest and with a nod at the rock beside him, he indicated that I should join him, which I did.

 

"As a Scout" he said, "I saw you very briefly a few times naked on camps, mainly at wash times at some creek or other, but only ever at a distance and until today I never ever saw you with a hard-on!!"

 

"Does this mean" he continued, "that you could be attracted to me or perhaps to young Zak, a bit?... Because, I was rather hoping it might. You see, I really adored you back then and I felt such a strong sexual attraction to you that at times I thought I might die. But, I didn't and of course nothing ever happened."

 

He paused, but before I could respond Keith went on.

 

"The thing is" he said, "Zak is a real little fire cracker and I absolutely love him to bits. By some miracle, his feelings for me are about the same as mine were, and to some extent still are, about you.  The difference is that he and I have a real relationship. Despite having suspicions back then that you might have really wanted me, I never ever knew what your true feelings were."

 

In the circumstances I saw little point now in denial, but I still felt a need to respond with some care.

 

"Your suspicions were pretty much spot on" I said, "But we were in a formal Adult Leader to Youth Member situation. Anything approaching intimacy on my part with any Scout in my care, was and still is totally inappropriate and illegal, so as much as I did want you, it was never going to happen. I've seen a Leader caught with a boy and the result was instant dismissal from the movement in total disgrace with no worthwhile future life for him at all. That's not for me."

 

"So, you did have feelings for me" said Keith, "What about now?"

 

"It's quite a bit different" I replied, "It's just an informal friendship relationship now and although your still technically a minor until your 18, your old enough to know exactly what you want,... and yes, you still turn me on big time. But, on the other hand, as you say, you now have Zak.!!"

 

"Yes" he said, "And right now, I doubt that we could live without each other. But, he's only 12 and I'll be 18 soon. Assuming our relationship is technically illegal, what then?"

 

I pondered this agreeing that it was definitely illegal and said that I had no easy answer to his question. "But," I said, "Provided you are not forcing Zak to do anything against his will, as long as you are both committed to the relationship, you will both just have to be very, very careful." 

 

"If you are really committed and expect to have a longer term future as a couple" I added, "I guess you could always think about `Coming Out' together".

 

"Shit" Keith responded, "There's no issue about me forcing Zak. He's such a horn dog that he can't get enough. If anything, he's the one calling the tune. In fact, I bet he's up at that cave right now wanking himself silly."

 

"Really?" I said.

 

"And as for your `Coming Out' idea" Keith continued, "You know my family, there is no way they would be accepting, especially with a 12 year old involved!!"

 

"Talking of family" I said, "I thought Zak was your Brothers best mate, but now I'm confused?"

 

Keith turned himself onto his side, facing me and he moved himself closer, placing his arm comfortably across my chest.

 

"Apart from my genuine wish to show you this special place" he said quietly, "I had 2 objectives this weekend. The first I've achieved, which was to see if I could draw you out about your feelings for me. The second was to have you meet Zak, hopefully like him and I guess, get your approval of him as my `Special Friend' because, what you think is still really important to me".

 

Then Keith lent forward and gently kissed me on the lips. I went with my first response, which was to turn towards him and embrace him. The lip lock which followed was pretty intense and passionate.

 

When we separated, I noted that dicks which had wilted whilst we were talking, were both again rampant.

 

"As to my little fucker of a brother" Keith said "I'm sorry to have misled you, but we definitely didn't want him here. We only invited him for the sake of appearances and the plan was always to then get him shitty enough with his `on again' then `off again' mate Zak to back out, which was really easily achieved. Of course he knows nothing about what is happening between his mate and his brother!!"

 

"Well" I said, "I think you need to be very, very careful with your Brother. If things were to ever go pear shaped at all, he could make your life and Zak's for that matter, quite a misery. It could even effect my life if something like the details of this weekend ever came out!!"

 

"Zak knows that must never happen and it won't, so don't worry" said Keith, "But, I am very conscious of exactly what you're saying and I agree. We are being as careful as it's possible to be".   

 

I felt I needed to ask Keith just a couple of further questions and now was the time to do so. First considering the great care and caution I always tried to take, I was concerned to know about the suspicions he had claimed to have had about me back when he was a Scout, so I put that to him.

 

"Nothing very specific" he said, "And it may have just been largely wishful thinking on my part, but just occasionally it was the way you looked at me"

 

"Also" he added, "You will remember that really, really wet disaster camp, when we had to get all the kids across the creek and I got those huge leeches on me, that you had to take off while I stood there totally nude. Although we were both clearly revolted by the leeches, not withstanding, I got the distinct impression that you were quite turned on whilst you were touching me down there and by the intimacy of the whole situation."

 

I had to admit that I had been very much turned on by that situation and we both laughed about it and reminisced a bit about that incredible weekend in general.

 

Second, I needed to know how Keith saw things evolving during what remained of this weekend. Would he and Zak want me involved in any further intimacy, particularly given Zak's age and the fact that at my age I found it hard to see myself as having much appeal at all any longer, to this young and magnificent pair. I was after all, getting and looking older, so I also put that to him.

 

"I think we might need to just play that by ear" said Keith getting up, "Come on, We'd better not keep Zak waiting for us too much longer" and he picked up his towel and shook it, I stood too, doing the same and as we moved off towards the cave entrance we continued to talk, draping our towels around our necks.

 

"I'm quite keen to have you as totally involved as you want to be and I think Zak will be too, but as I told you, he has few inhibitions and is often the one who calls the tune.  Once he knows you and things are out in the open, if he likes you and I'm sure he does, he'll take the lead. If you're uncomfortable with anything, you draw a line. I'm quite sure Zak won't do anything too outrageous, but I don't think something like your age will worry him and it's certainly not an issue for me, so, let's just see what happens – OK?"

 

I agreed and as we reached what I was assured was the entrance to the cave system, we found Zak's towel and dropped ours with it. 

 

The entrance was a fairly small hole through which we climbed into a quite big chamber. It was dry and there was a rock shelf holding matches and some candles Keith said were for night time visits.  We followed a passage down into a further chamber which was also dry, but contained a small watercourse.  Just enough light was getting into this area from somewhere, to see, but that was all.

 

According to Keith the main system of little passages and chambers was below us, but it was all fairly wet and slippery. He said that the flow of the watercourse at this level was often so strong that you couldn't go down the funnel. "But" he said, "it looks good today, in fact it must be OK because Zak isn't here, so he must have gone down already and" he said pointing to another rock shelf, "he's taken the strong waterproof torch we normally keep here".

 

Keith went down the funnel, lowering himself feet first and finding a foothold when only his upper chest, arms and head were still in view and only his head was clear of the water. He then put his arms through and explained that with firm foot and hand holds below, it was easy enough to duck your head through the water and get down into the chamber below.

 

I was a little nervous, but followed his example and had no trouble until I was about to duck my head through, when I felt hands firmly grip my hips from below and my manhood engulfed by an eager mouth, which quickly brought me to a state of rigid excitement and then started to suck with enthusiasm.  I didn't know if I should duck through or just stand there in the funnel with the water streaming through around me and let Keith have his way. I opted for the latter and let my excitement grow. Remembering just how much Keith used to turn me on and still did, I was sure that I would climax quickly. The mouth eased off and there was a period of licking and careful exploration and then a hand took and fondled my balls and I realised that 3 hands had to mean that Zak was involved as well. That dramatically increased my excitement further as now I was unsure who was doing the blow job and it suddenly seemed to me that the mouth involved was quite small. If it was Zak, he was doing a superb job. Whoever it was, when the sucking in earnest resumed, I was on the brink immediately and it was only a matter of seconds before I started to fire copious quantities of spunk and the person responsible withdrew so that, I didn't quite know or care just what happened to my ejaculation. However, my release felt amazing and I was quite light headed. Especially as it had happened so unexpectedly, it was the best feeling I had experienced in a very long time.

 

Ducking through the funnel I found myself in complete darkness, but for the beam of the waterproof torch Keith had mentioned. Both he and Zak were in the darkness beyond its beam but Zak came forward and took my hand to assist me out of the water flow and down to the dry area where Keith stood holding the torch.

 

There was quite a bit of laughter and several ribald comments made at my expense concerning what had just happened and I tried to respond good humouredly, but I never did find out and don't know to this day, which of them it was doing the sucking.

 

We spent about half an hour exploring the whole cave system, which the others obviously knew fairly well and I was extremely impressed.  It was nothing especially spectacular and in parts it was wet and/or muddy, but exploring it was fun and exciting.

 

Some natural light returned gradually and then improved fairly suddenly as we came around a boulder and found a squeeze hole through which we could exit.  That exit was quite a squeeze for Keith and me. 

 

As well as being still wet and quite muddy, by then we were all quite cold, and it was nice to find that a little late afternoon sun still remained.  I was also surprised to find that the exit was quite close to the entrance we had used, so we were able to readily retrieve our towels and head for the waterfall to get clean, before heading back to camp to dress.

 

We worked together preparing our simple evening meal and having eaten and cleaned up afterwards, we built up the fire and sat together talking companionably.  I learned quite a bit about Zak and his background and we talked more about Keith's Brother and his somewhat turbulent relationship with each of them.

 

Eventually we put a billy on the fire and Keith lit the pressure lantern. While we enjoyed the pre bed strong tea we made with toasted raison bread, we talked quite a lot more about Scouting. When Keith asked me what I thought of this special place of his for use by my Scouts, I was full of total enthusiasm, because it really was such an ideal, pristine and magnificent setting.  The one reservation I expressed, related to Patrol Camps as I saw the cave system in particular as having the potential to be quite dangerous, without responsible adult supervision.

 

"It's not suitable for a full Troop Camp" I said, "But my immediate thought is that it would be ideal for special Training weekends that are exclusively for the more senior Scouts, like the PL's, APL's and those with potential to be appointed to those positions. It could also be a place to bring those more senior boys just for fun, as an incentive and reward type weekend".

 

"Speaking of fun and reward" said Zak, "Lets hit the tent, because I'm hanging out for my `Special Chocolate Treat' and its time!!"

 

We tidied up, extinguished the fire and headed for the tent. I was a little nervous about the night ahead, not knowing what if anything, to expect, but wondering about the Special Treat Zak had mentioned. At least I thought, it was a good sized patrol type tent and not just a 2 or 3 man hike tent.  Zak had set up the 3 sleeping bags side by side in the middle with all our personal gear stowed at the far end out of the way.

 

Keith hung the lantern so that we could see to get ready for bed. But then turning to Zak he suggested that as I didn't know about their Special Chocolate Treats, he thought I should `be prepared' first.

 

"OK" said Zak suddenly grabbing me.  And, before I could react the two boys combined and in no time at all I found myself naked and held down spread eagled on the sleeping bags with Zak looming over me holding a container of chocolate spread of a brand normally used on bread or similar.

 

He then proceeded to spread a quantity down my chest and stomach and to rub lots of it onto my cock and balls, amidst much laughter. Once satisfied they released me and stood up to each fully undress quickly. Then to my amazement, Zak proceeded to have great fun smearing spread on Keith with great enthusiasm, until he was every bit as covered by it as I was.

 

"Ok" said Zak, "I bags Keith and he wants to clean you up Dusty, so afterwards, you can get to do me. We need to get into a sort of daisy chain arrangement and you have to suck and lick your person clean properly.

 

Keith lay on his side facing me and started by attacking my nipples which he sucked and licked clean. Then he moved down steadily sucking the spread from the rest of my chest, my inny naval and my stomach. It was incredibly erotic and the fact that it tickled like crazy added to the fun. However, as Keith moved down keeping on his side, he had to be very careful not get the spread he had on himself, all over the sleeping bags

 

By the time Keith had reached my pubic bone, Zak had lain down and started on Keith's chest, licking and sucking ravenously and working downward quickly with obvious expertise.

 

I had noted earlier that Keith like me was apparently a shaver of his pubes, something I had been doing regularly since my teen years and the absence of a lot of hair, made the clean-up of both our groin areas much easier and more pleasant.

 

Soon Keith's work on me and Zak's on Keith had achieved the ultimate goal of perfectly clean genitals, but of course the efforts of both suckers continued. I took Keith's head in my hand and started to hump and as my rampant manhood settled into a rhythm, extending well down into Keith's throat, he concentrated all his efforts on sucking with gusto.

 

Meanwhile Zak's efforts on Keith's beautiful, throbbing cock proceeded with equal gusto, while Keith attempted to hump Zak's face and still keep the rhythm of what was happening at both his head and his groin co-ordinated.

 

The atmosphere was thick with the sounds of sucking, lots of moaning and the slapping of skin against lips.  My efforts to watch Zak at work on Keith had to be abandoned as the unbelievable sensations I started to feel, demanded all of my attention and I began to anticipate an explosive climax approaching.

 

When it came, my orgasm was one of the best I had ever experienced as I pumped out 6 or 7 incredibly strong surges of my love juice, while holding Keith's head in place. "AHHHHH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT" I moaned loudly.

 

Keith struggled to take it all and breath too, particularly as my climax triggered his own and he began to shoot his offering into Zak's hungry waiting mouth with abandon, moaning as loudly as me.

 

As Keith and I lay there getting our breaths back and coming down from our highs, Keith continued to play with my deflating cock and used his tongue to clean away my remaining dribbles of drool. Meanwhile, Zak was up on his knees already looking around for the container of chocolate spread.

 

"Come on Keith" he whined, "It's my turn so that Dusty can have his treat"

 

However, just as he found and started to lift the container, I moved suddenly and snatched it from him with one hand while using the other around his waist, to bring him down. Then I rolled him onto his front and scooped a big portion of Chocolate from the container, into my mouth.

 

Before he could respond, casting the container aside I took him by the hips and lifted, raising his bum up as I lowered my chocolate filled mouth to his arse crack, which I proceeded to fill with chocolate and lick well up into his pucker and tunnel. Having been as thorough as I could working it in, I then did my very best to carefully suck and lick every last skerrick out and I continued to extend my tongue as far up his tunnel as I could get it.

 

"OH SHIIIIIIT" Zak moaned, "Oh God that feels incredible, please, please, please don't stop" he begged. By then he had settled himself onto his hands and knees, forcefully pushing his bum back at me.

 

I kept it up for some time, but as I was really turned on, I wanted more immediately and now the chocolate was the last thing on my mind. So I pulled him down flat again, flipped him over and attacked his gorgeous little cock with a vengeance.

 

He was still hairless and his prick was so silky soft and yet as hard as a cock could possibly be and it throbbed with excitement as I began my exploration.

 

Meanwhile Keith had lain down too and turning Zak's face, he leaned in and they started to kiss each other. Keith was rubbing Zak's nipples and as the excitement increased, they kissed with more passion using lots of tongue action.

 

I spent some time licking and sucking Zak's beautiful little set of eggs in their pouch and then returned to and started to seriously bob up and down on his cock as I applied some real suction. Zak responded by starting to hump and as the intensity increased I knew that his explosion when it came would be fantastic.

 

And it was, he stopped kissing Keith and sort of screamed his passion out loud making a strong guttural sound. His cock went into a series of exciting thrashing contractions against the roof of my mouth before it pumped out 4 distinct strong spurts of cum and then oozed more. I kept him in my mouth and could feel the tension gradually leave him as I cleaned him up with my tongue and his cock gradually deflated.

 

Looking up I saw that Keith had snuggled into Zak and that there was enough room for me on the 2 sleeping bags they were on. So I stood, unzipped the third bag fully, turned out the lantern and lay down myself, spreading the unzipped bag over the 3 of us. Then I snuggled up too, so that Zak was between Keith and I. Zak turned his head to me and said, "Thanks, that was superb" and then he kissed me goodnight and, wow was he a good kisser.

 

It was not a cold night, but during the period leading up to dawn when it did get quite cool, each of us found the need at some point to leave the tent to relieve ourselves. I was first to go and I was vaguely conscious of the others going, but sleep returned quickly and it was about 7.30 in the morning when I became fully aware that things were happening beside me.

 

I opened my eyes slightly to find that the person pressing his bum back against my groin and forcing my cock to slide up and down his crack was not young Zak, but Keith who was now in the middle.

 

I struggled up onto an elbow and could see that Keith was in turn rubbing his cock up and down Zak's crack. He also had an arm draped across Zacks thigh holding his cock, which he was lazily stoking.  In an instant I was fully awake and erect thinking about everything that had occurred the night before.

     

"Ah you're awake finally" said Keith responding to my movement and getting up onto his knees, "I've been waiting and hoping that you would be happy to give me a good fucking this morning. What do you think about that?"

 

To be honest despite my age, my Anal Sex experience was quite limited even though I had loved it on the last couple of occasions, so I was unlikely to reject such an opportunity.

 

"Sounds good to me" I said, coming up onto my knees too.

 

"Great" he said, "here's some lube. Get yourself ready and do some work to loosen me up a bit while I get this one organised" and he gave Zak a good smack on the bum, adding "Come on you little sex addict, get yourself in front of me on your hands and knees"

 

Once Zak was in position, Keith leaned forward and started to rim Zak and get his tongue right up into his rear.

 

Once Keith was bent over doing that, I took the opportunity to get a lube covered finger and then 2 well up into his passage and I worked it around carefully. Keith then took the lube and did the same thing to Zak.

 

"Now" said Keith, "I think I need to get myself all the way to the hilt into Zak first, before you enter me Dusty, and we can start once you're fully in. But, it's not going to work unless we can get into a really good rhythm and then stay as co-ordinated as we can. Once we start Zak, you'll need to thrust back on me as I push into you and Dusty you'll need to be thrusting into me as I pull back from Zak. What do you both recon, can we do it?"

 

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained" I said and Zak added, "Let's do it man!!"

 

I watched Keith move forward and enter Zak, inching forward carefully. There were a few gasps and groans from Zak and at one stage he asked Keith to just pause for a brief period, but eventually he was fully in.

 

"I'll stay right in and bend over Zak's back while you get yourself into me Dusty and once your there, I'll straighten up" Keith said.

 

I found resistance at Keith's entrance, but once I was able to pop through the barrier, I slid all the rest of the way in without any difficulty at all and then Keith straightened up and we started.

 

As Keith had suggested, it was a bit of a shambles at the beginning and we found it harder to get synchronised than I expected, but it gradually came together and the better our rhythm became, the more incredible it felt.

 

Soon we were pumping away in just the way Keith had suggested that we needed to and as it continued, our excitement increased and I found myself having magnificent sensations I had rarely experienced. I also found that sweat was flowing as the heat in the tent increased.

 

"I'm getting closer" Keith eventually announced and I saw him extend a hand under Zak and take his cock, which he began to flog in time with the rhythm we had established.

 

"Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck" yelled Zak "I'm gunna Cum... Oh Shit, here it is!!!"

 

"Me too" yelled Keith, "Take my load you little bugger" and he rammed into Zak and held there as he exploded.

 

My next thrust into Keith encountered the tightness which resulted from him having suddenly stopped, but my momentum still took me fully into him and it was enough to take me over the edge too.  I held on as well, as surge after surge of my jism fired deep into Keith.

 

We collapsed in a heap and lay panting for some time.

 

"That was the best experience ever" said Keith eventually.

 

"It was fantastic" said Zak getting to his feet "But You were `piggy in the middle', both giving and getting it at the same time, no wonder you enjoyed it so much and you made both of us jealous"

 

"Yeah right" said Keith as he and I also stood up "OK" he added, "Grab your towels and washing gear. Last one to the waterfall cooks breakfast".

 

Of course it was me, but having enjoyed showering together and cleaning up, we returned to camp and shared the job of getting breakfast.  We were fully packed up early after lunch and on our way home.

 

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I did use Keith's site very successfully on a number of occasions whilst I was still a Scout Leader.  Keith actually came along on one such occasion and helped me with the program.  Of course that program contained nothing of the nature described above, although I did share my hike tent with Keith and we engaged in a little quiet intimacy.

 

I haven't seen a lot of Keith since, but as at when I last did, he told me that he and Zak were still very much an item.