Story Fourteen.              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 – In this case, Howard was a character in Story 9. 

 

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.

 

As part of one's work with my employer, some "Country Service" was normal and expected, usually at a fairly early stage.  My involvement with the Scouts meant that, until now, I had successfully managed to avoid this all together and as I was by now a Senior Manager, I thought entirely. My friend the new Senior Partner, had other ideas.

       

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 find this story OK.         

 

Aaron.

 

CAREER PROGRESS – SOME COUNTRY SERVICE.

 

"It must be 12 months now since you gave the Scouts away, mustn't it?" said Howard, as our lunches were placed before us. He was aware that I had recently finally resigned after some 15 years of voluntary service as a Scout Leader.

 

"It is" I replied.

 

Howard and I were lunching together, as we often had over the years and more regularly in recent times. Mostly our talk was about Office politics and gossip. But we were very comfortable together discussing anything and always had been.

 

Howard had now finally replaced his Father as Senior Partner and Chief Executive of the Firm, one of our city's biggest and most prestigious Accounting Practices and we both acknowledged that they were very big boots to fill. Stan had retired reluctantly. But, he confided to me that he had great faith in his Son Howard, just as I did myself.

 

I had first met Howard when he was about 12, a school boy just visiting his Fathers Office, Then, I was only a new junior Trainee just starting out with the Firm myself.  I discovered that he was an enthusiastic young Boy Scout and that fact provided a common bond on which we built a solid friendship over the years.

 

Once he joined the Firm, I was largely responsible for his professional training and development. His progression to Senior Management levels over the years, very much mirrored my own. Of course he then became a Junior Partner in preparation for the day he would replace his Father.

 

"So, are you at a loose end now, or have you found other things to pursue?" Howard asked.

 

"A bit of both" I replied.  "Life is a lot more relaxed, although I'm finding plenty to do. But, I would be less than honest if I didn't admit that I really do miss it at times".

 

"Well" he said, "How would you feel about a whole new major challenge to take on?"

 

I was taken a little by surprise, but cautiously asked what he was proposing.

 

"Some Country Service" he said, "Because of your Scouting commitment, I got my Dad to quietly overlook it in your case and you've never done your stint, have you?"

 

"That's true" I said, "But..."

 

Howard Laughed. "Don't worry" he said, "I'm thinking of something a bit more than just having you serve some time, shunted sideways and out of my hair into some obscure Country Office".

 

"Like what?" I asked.

 

"OK, here's the plan" he said, moving his empty plate away as he placed some papers on the table and began to stir his coffee.

 

"First we need to make you a Partner. Then I want you to base yourself at our Country Offices Headquarters in Bathurst and do a full, `hands on' Review and upgrade of all of our State Country operations.  And he was off, talking in detail of the complete re-structuring, streamlining and modernising of everything, he wanted me to complete, using the latest technology, over the period of the next 6 months or so.

 

The discussion we had that afternoon was wide ranging and exhaustive, covering everything from the quality of my rental accommodation in Bathurst whilst there, to personal computers, the new wonder technology of the future on which people were doing amazing things electronically, like complex spread sheets for example that were way beyond the league of existing big computers.

 

I was by no means a computer expert, but thought that some training would be helpful and might fill any idle time I might have living alone in a new town. Howard thought this good thinking and made the point that the Town boasted a modern University Campus.

 

Historically, Bathurst is one of our oldest colonial country centres, but today, it's quite big, progressive and modern. One of Its main claims to fame for example is its Mount Panorama car racing circuit.

 

"I'm sure you will find plenty to occupy yourself there" said Howard, "It's a good town.  Just be sure that you make some time for yourself and don't just devote all of your time to the job".

 

"Having said that" he added, "I know you will do the job properly and well, which means fully devoting what time it needs to it. But, we do need you back here, so I'm hoping that 6 months should see it through".

 

It was the longest business lunch I had ever had and by the time I got home that night, I was excited, even though my head was spinning.

 

Three weeks later, having become a full Partner in the Firm at age 40, I found myself driving over the mountains and into the Country. My destination, Bathurst and our Main Country Network Head Office.

 

During the first several months I worked very hard on my task and as planned devoted what spare time I had to a couple of computer training courses.  I found our existing people helpful and cooperative. But, as expected, some people were much more resistant to proposals for change than others.

 

I also did extensive travelling both by car and plane, visiting and assessing our many subsidiary Country Offices both large and small, in other centres right across the State, where I often found that resistance was even more apparent.

 

During my third month I selected and appointed several new Senior Managers.  I planned to complete my task during the next 3 to 4 months, working closely with these new appointees, so that I could fully assess their work and ensure their total suitability.  Once I had them in place, I chose to adopt the still long, but somewhat more regular hours I expected them to work, giving myself far more leisure time than I had taken until then.

 

I had an elegant and modern 3 bedroom residence with on-suites and all mod cons, which at least initially far exceeded my modest needs. It was within walking distance of the Office, the modern shopping area and the Town Square and required only a short drive to the University campus.

 

The Towns War memorial is situated on the Town Square across a broad thoroughfare from The Court House, Local Government and other Public Buildings all comprising very impressive and solid Colonial era forms of construction.  These buildings are in turn surrounded by extensive parkland and gardens, serviced by playground areas, public toilets and other facilities.

 

I had arrived in winter and by Aussie standards winter in Bathurst is cold. My third month however, heralded the start of spring and by then the weather had become glorious.  With more time on my hands I turned to walking, one of my greatest pleasures and I mapped out several long routes, each of which started with a walk through, and culminated in a return either home or to the Office via the Town Square parkland.

 

Despite the years of near total celibacy I endured, living deep in the closet whilst I was a Scout Leader, I was still a "Hebephile", a serious Boy Lover, as I had been since the days of my own youth.  Now in middle age I was balding quickly as my hairline continued to recede and although I had worked with some success at eliminating the gut I had started to develop, I found it hard to imagine that any younger person could still find me very sexually attractive at all.  In fact I was concerned that the term "Dirty Old Man" would soon apply to me. 

 

As a youngster, attracted as I had been to Public Toilets, since my earliest sexual awakening, I had always been somewhat revolted by and avoided the many "Older Men" who seemed to hang around such places. But I had still always felt some pity for them, knowing that in time, I would surely be in the Old Man category myself.  Now, despite the remaining strength of my sexual appetite I felt that at best, I only had a few more short years before I would actually join their ranks.

 

Notwithstanding all this, I was of course, still drawn to the good sized male toilet block in the Town Square parkland.

 

At first I was a little disappointed.  The Block seemed quite old, its original construction appearing to have been designed to match the colonial feel of the other buildings on, or near to the Square.  So, it was solid and well built, with heavy gloss tiling throughout and heavy thick doors on the cubicles.  Thus the graffiti I usually enjoyed was minimal appearing only on the back of those thick doors. The doors and the stall partitions went nearly right to the floor and there were no glory holes at all. In short, it didn't seem to be a place that would attract much of the activity that interested me.

 

But, something quite odd was happening there. It took me a while to discern it and then only when I chanced to be there just at the right times of the day. What was odd was the relative lack of a lot of "Older Men" activity and quite a bit of what seemed to be regular School Boy activity.  I kept a casual eye on this from a distance for some time and eventually a clear pattern emerged.

 

Quite a few boys seemed to hang out in or around the toilets for a period at given times only, during the early mornings and / or late afternoons. It nearly always seemed to be some small varying number of the same 6 to 8 boys, but never more than 2 or 3 of them. At most times they wore School Uniform indicating that they all attended one particular School, but they sometimes appeared in more casual clothes.  They all seemed to be high school aged in the 12 to 14 year age range.

 

The School in question, P...n Brothers, St A...ny's Catholic College, was a local and somewhat prestigious Private Boys School in Bathurst catering both to boarders and day boys.

 

There was a ledge behind the cistern in each stall and on the first occasion I entered, knowing that a boy was in the only apparently occupied one, I took the adjacent stall and I was able to noiselessly hoist myself into a good position to carefully observe his activity over the top of the partition wall without giving myself away at all.  He was entirely unaware and totally absorbed in a gay picture magazine he had, as he sat back on the toilet and stroked himself to an explosive climax. Some of his cum hit the floor although he managed to get most of it into the toilet bowl. He then carefully hid his magazine in a zipped compartment of his school bag, flushed, dressed and left.

 

He had impressed me on the occasions I had seen him at a distance, as being a quite nice looking blonde and although I couldn't see his face whilst watching him in the stall, he had a lovely cock and seemed to have a very nice body. My excitement, just thinking about him at home during that evening and the next morning, took me over the brink on multiple occasions.

 

The next day I observed 2 different boys enter the block separately, but was surprised when I went in, to see that only one stall was occupied. Again very carefully and quietly entering the adjacent stall, I took up the same observation position and was delighted to see a blow job in progress.

 

The older of these 2 boys was being sucked and he pulled out in time to explode all over the younger boys face. I watched this older boys face carefully during the lead up to his Climax. His eyes were shut tight and the emotion he showed was amazing, as his breathing and his humping increased and he screwed up the rest of his face with the ecstasy of it all. This boy was not exceptional, but nice enough looking.

 

They used copious amounts of toilet tissue to clean up the younger boys face and he then stood facing the toilet to be sucked, whilst the older boy took his place sitting on the toilet. His climax came quickly and I wasn't sure if it was dry or fully swallowed by the older boy, but it was clearly every bit as mind blowing for him. Again I was able to see his face to some extent while this was happening and he was a beautiful kid, the real prize I thought at no more than 12 years of age. But, I had to be very careful as whilst it was happening he tended to keep looking up in my direction and I didn't want to be seen.  I remained very quiet until both boys had gone. 

 

My overheated imagination endured more incredible sexual excitement that evening, to the point where I was unsure that I could keep up such self-abuse at this pace, at my age, if experiences similar to those of the last 2 days continued. At the same time, I knew that I just couldn't stay away and so of course, I found myself back at the toilet block the following day.

 

Having seen yet another boy slouch into the block, I had just gone in myself, when the 12 year old from the day before emerged from a stall and moved towards the wash basins by the urinal. I hadn't seen him go in, so he must have been there inside the block for quite some time.  I instinctively stepped up to the urinal and unzipped as if to pee, but I must have stared at him a bit too intensely because he paused and stared back and then down at my exposed cock. Then with just a slight nod he finished washing his hands and left.  Once he was gone I went back to the entrance way to see if I could catch a further glimpse of him and I saw him at some distance getting on a bike which he rode away.

 

Unfortunately on this occasion, in entering the stall beside the boy I had actually followed in, I must have been too noisy as he left after only a short time and before I was able to peer over at him.

 

The following afternoon there was a problem at the office and in resolving it I was delayed quite a while. So, by the time I was walking and I reached the block, any boys that might have been around appeared to have disbursed. I went inside, but saw no one around, so decided to just resume the walk I intended to do.

 

Having left the parkland area I was several blocks into the walk when my 12 year old came up behind me riding his bike on the footpath. As he reached me, he simply dismounted and began to walk with me, pushing the bike. I was surprised and a little alarmed by his sudden appearance, but he stayed with me saying nothing until the next corner, when he spoke for the first time.

 

"Is it OK if I keep walking with you?" he said.

 

"Sure" I replied and we crossed the road and continued walking on.

 

"Do you know what?" he said, "You're very nearly but not quite totally, perfect at peeking over partition walls!!".  

 

"Really" I said, worrying about where this might be leading, but feeling that handled carefully the outcome could be exciting.

 

"Yeah" he replied, "Did you see me sucking Clifford too or just him sucking me?"

 

"Both" I said, "And you both seemed to enjoy it a lot. What's more, it all really turned me on".

 

"Yeah well, you know that you're the first proper old perv I've actually encountered at that toilet block since I've been going there, but then when I looked at you yesterday, you seemed to have a nice enough cock on ya. So, what do you recon I should do about it?" he said.

 

"Did you have something in mind?" I asked

 

"Do you have a Car?" he countered, and when I nodded he added, "With a boot big enough for my bike?" Again I nodded.

 

As we reached another cross street he asked, "Can you pick me up at this corner in the car at 6.00pm tomorrow night? If so, I'll take you somewhere we won't be disturbed".

 

I agreed and he said, "Good, see ya then... and don't let me down"

 

Then without any further delay, he hopped on his bike and peddled off leaving me to contemplate the possible dangers of his proposal, as against its possible delights. As I continued my walk in deep thought, I realised that I still didn't know his name. It was the older boy whose name was Clifford.

 

Whilst I thought it unlikely, it did seem to me that his arrangement was a perfect setup, given the possibility that authorities might be looking to catch the likes of me. However, his offer was irresistible and I just needed to take great care when approaching him at the meeting time.

 

The following day I left the office allowing just sufficient time to walk home, change, get the car out and drive to the meeting place. I arrived just a little late and approached slowly and carefully from a different to normal direction.

 

Coming this way I had a good view of the intersection in all directions and nothing seemed to give cause for any alarm. I stopped well back from the corner and the boy saw me and came towards me.  I pulled the boot lid release and he fitted his bike into it and closed the lid. Then he got in beside me and said "Hi" as he fitted his seat belt.

 

"G'day" I said, "Where to? You're the navigator"

 

"We're going up onto the Mount Panorama race circuit" he said, "So just turn left at the next and then right and then you can follow it all the way up".

 

Other than during the big annual car racing carnival, the mountain circuit is a public road, driven mainly by tourists looking to experience what the race drivers do, but of course at much slower speeds. I thought it an odd place to be going, but followed his directions.

 

"You were late and I was getting worried" he said, "Because I'm looking forward to this".

 

"It was only 5 minutes" I said, "Anyway, I'm Dustin or Dusty if you like". I had decided to avoid using my real given name and had chosen Dustin because of its similarity to Dusty, which was the name I had selected and had insisted the boys use for all the years of my involvement as a Scout Leader, meaning that I was quite comfortable with it. "And you are?" I asked.

 

"Dusty's cool" he said, "My names Stuart" and we approached the circuit road in silence. Once on it he continued, "As we come out onto the straight up ahead, there's a Pitt Stop turn off on the left, take it and follow the track up, around behind and then between the 2 sheds to face down to the track again".

 

I did, stopping between the sheds and we got out of the car. The sheds were well back out of sight of the circuit and the area seemed totally desolate. In my mind's eye however, I could imagine the bustle, action and the excitement of a place like this, with the raw of both the crowd and the racing cars in the background during the period of the annual festival.

 

The larger shed was obviously the drive thru servicing Pitt. Stuart turned to the smaller one.

 

"I guess this shed is a place for the Pitt Crews to relax, and it's supposed to be locked, but the lock is busted" said Stuart as he slid the door open and stepped in. "It can get a bit hot in here, but nobody knows we use it and we quite like it" he added.

 

"We!" I said, "Just exactly who are we?"

 

"Oh, I'll explain a bit more about that later" he said, "For now, let's do it man. Come on, get naked" and he started to remove his clothes.

 

The shed was very basic. There was a small fridge and a microwave, both obviously turned off with doors open, a table with a couple of chairs, an old lounge and 1 lounge chair.

 

By the time I had removed my T-shirt and walk shorts, Stuart had fully removed his school uniform and stood totally nude with his magnificent erection standing proud. He had greenish eyes and his light brown hair was neat but fringed. I still thought he was the real prize as he just had the most gorgeous face. His body was trim and there was no hair except for just the beginnings of growth on his pubic bone. For 12 his cock was a nice size and I couldn't wait to get it into my mouth.  When I did, what I found was a little unique about it, was that hard, it was kind of square shaped.

 

Out here there were no noise constraints for Stuart and the more I got into exploring every part of his prick and started really sucking, the louder his moaning and groaning got. It was not long before he was really humping my mouth and the more and louder the noises he made the more it just added to the excitement as he was clearly speeding to a big finish.  I felt sure that this kids climax was not going to be dry and I was right. It wasn't a big load when it came, but it took its toll on Stuart and I took it all and loved it. "Just like Clifford did" I thought.

 

"That was fantastic, you're really good" said Stuart as he began to come down from his high. "And now for the good part, the fuck" he said, "Can you sit in the lounge chair please?" and picking up his school pants he took some lube from a pocket, which he handed to me.

 

I was thinking that he was a bit bossy, but sat in the lounge chair as asked, holding the lube.

 

"Are you sure about this?" I asked "I would have thought you're a bit young, aren't you?"

 

"No problem" he said, "I've had lots of practice" Then he said, "Oh Shit, you haven't taken off your undies yet, stand up and I'll do it for you"

 

I did and as he lowered them, he took my cock and began to stroke it. "Yes" he said, "Very, very nice, it will fit perfectly".

 

I stepped out of the undies and sat down again, as he turned around and with his back to me, put a leg over each arm of the lounge chair straddling both arms and then simply allowing himself to fall back onto me unexpectedly with a thud. "Oooph" I groaned. But, he made no comment or apology. He just carried on.

 

"Now lift me and get my bum up into the air in front of you, so that you can lube up my hole" he said, "2 fingers will be enough. Then get some lube onto your cock".

 

His tunnel was tight, but my fingers went in without problem and there didn't seem to be any pain. He had clearly had experience at this.

 

"Good" he said, "Now help by controlling my weight as I slowly lower myself onto your cock. Your job is to be sure that it is properly aimed, that I come down onto it straight and that it goes in cleanly all the way"

 

And I watched it happen slowly, but smoothly and cleanly with no problem.

 

"Ahhhhhh" he moaned, "Yes, yes, yes it feels so good, I love it!!"

 

Once he was fully impaled and I had all of his weight in my lap, He moved his legs off the chair arms, so that they just straddled my legs and he sat there quietly for a time, just relaxing himself.

 

Then the action started and it was a real combined effort as he bounced on my manhood and I humped up into his tunnel. We gradually got into a coordinated rhythm as the moans and groans from both of us increased. I didn't expect to last very long, but I did better than I expected and as the excitement I was experiencing increased I took Stuarts cock and started to pump it. 

 

"Here It is" I grunted, "Take it all!!" and as I exploded I rammed into him hard and held there until the last pulse of my unbelievable climax was his.

 

Meanwhile, he had exploded again and I had his spunk all over the hand I still had holding his cock.  He was quite a boy I thought to have climaxed twice in such a short time.

 

"Oh Shit" he exclaimed "That was incredible, especially the way you kept massaging my prostate hot spot".

 

As I finally withdrew, he quickly came off my lap and standing awkwardly, waddled his way outside, I presume to expel as much cum as he could, as I heard several thunderous farts.  When he dressed I noticed that he put some kind of protective pad into his briefs.

 

As we drove back down towards Town, I was thinking that it had been quite an experience to have had, with a boy who was still virtually a total stranger.

 

"Can we do it again sometime?" Stuart asked, "I really loved it all and you were super"

 

"I'm sure that can be arranged" I said "but I want to know a few things first. It's gone 7.00 so do you need to get home, or if you've got a bit more time, can we talk?

 

"Can we talk tomorrow, if we must" He said, "I really need to go now, so just drop me back where we met"

 

I offered to take him right home by car, but he politely but firmly rejected my offer and again asked to be dropped off back where we met, indicating that he wanted to ride his bike home. So I did.

 

I asked him if he could meet me the next day, Saturday at the War Memorial, after lunch at say 1.00 and he said he sure could.  "Good, See ya then... And don't let me down will ya?" I said, mimicking his words from the night before.

 

"No way" he said as he mounted his bike to ride off, "I'll be there for sure and this time you make sure you're not late again!"

 

That evening at home, I made a concerted effort to work on my new PC and do some other work to prevent myself from repeatedly reviewing in my fevered mind, my time that afternoon with Stuart.  It didn't work very well, nor did my efforts later to try to get to sleep.  Eventually I gave up and just sat in an armchair. It was then that I determined to fully review and think about the entire situation in which I found myself... Beyond my work environment I was totally unknown, in a strange town and alone. But, suddenly I had a good contact who might lead me into the wonder world of my wildest sexual fantasies. Further, this house provided me with the facility to permit it to happen. Most importantly, my work project and thus my time in the town would finish, so there need not be any longer term entanglements. Provided that I was very, very careful and I was sure not to neglect my work project, the prospect of 3 to 4 months of sheer sexual bliss could just be a reality with no adverse consequences.   

 

I did some shopping the following morning and thoroughly tidied up the house.

 

After lunch I took the short walk to the War Memorial arriving a few minutes early. Stuart was already there, dressed casually and looking very sexy to me.

 

He wanted to know where the car was parked and seemed a little taken back when I told him we were walking back to my place. But, he walked with me, just pushing his bike and we were soon there. I chose to go in the back way, so that his bike could be securely left in the back yard and not be seen from the front street.

 

Once we were inside, he looked around and said, "WOW, this is far out. Do you live here on your own? Because it's really cool man"

 

I assured him that I did, but made the point that it was for a few months only.

 

"And wow again" he said, moving to a doorway off the living area and looking into the room I had set up as my office, "you have a computer. We're starting to do work on these at school and it's really good, although the kids who have experience with game consoles and stuff at home seem to be best at it"

 

"I've done a couple of short courses" I said, "And I'm getting there, but it takes time to get your head around all this new technology. I wish I was better at it than I am"

 

"I have this friend Warwick" he said, "Who is brilliant at it. He's top of the class and loves it. He has a bit of a Nerd reputation and just between us, he likes boys like we do, but although he's just a kid, he's a natural computer geek and I'm sure he would help if you ever need any help because he really loves helping others"

 

"Sounds like someone we should invite around" I said "So come sit down and tell me about `We', is that just you and Clifford?"

 

"Kind of, but not quite" he said, as we sat together on the lounge and he put his hand on my package and started to knead it. "Clifford, Simon and I had biked up onto the circuit, looking for a quiet, isolated spot to have some fun, during the last school holidays and we found that Pitt Stop. It was by pure chance that we discovered the broken lock. It's a hard slog up there on a bike, so we've only been there a couple of times since, but for us, once there it's really ace!!  I've never taken anyone else there but you. The racing carnival is on soon for this year, so they'll probably fix the lock then".

 

By now he had my cock out and was slowly wanking and playing with it. I asked him about Simon and also Warwick and whether they both hung around the toilet block too and if he knew any of the others who seemed to frequent it.

 

"I recon I pretty much know them all" he said, "But not that well. Simon and Clifford are older than me, but we hang around together and they're my best mates, have been right through school. Warwick is nice and very helpful if you need help, but he tends to keep to himself. The only other one who hangs around at the toilet block, who is a good friend of mine is a kid called Doug.  He's a Boarder from out of town and he's in my class. We've only been friends since the start of this year, but we've got closer since discovering our mutual interest and becoming a bit intimate".

 

"So you're not a Boarder then?" I said, putting my arm around his shoulders and stretching out my legs straight to allow him better access.

 

"No" he replied, "Doug and Warwick are, but Clifford, Simon and I are all Day Boys".

 

"Would you bring any of your mates around here, if I said you could?" I asked.

 

"Fuck yes" he said, "We could have unrestricted sex here with you, with no worries about being caught at all".

 

"They may not want to have sex with an old bloke like me" I said.

 

"That's bull shit man" he said, "You may be old, but, you're still pretty sexy and I'm sure they would all like doing it with you".

 

"And there's the question of trust" I added, "Could you be sure that they would all keep it discreet and quiet? I don't want to end up in jail".

 

"I wouldn't have them all here together" he replied, "But I recon I could vouch for their discretion"

 

"I know they are your friends, but can you be really sure?" I asked.

 

"Let me just put it this way" he said, "Certain things happen at our School and they happen whether you want it like some of us do, or you don't. If you don't, bad luck, it happens anyway. All the kids know about it and expect it and everyone learns about discretion and the consequences otherwise, very early on. There's a big difference between being with you and what happens at school" he added, "Your gentle and I sense you would only do things with someone who wants it as much as you do. At School, it's often forced and brutal".

 

"Seriously?" I said shocked, "Are we talking about older boys or adults?"

 

"Yes, both" He said, "The teachers, they're called Brothers, even a couple of the Priests and some older boys, but it's all managed by the adults. I was first forcibly raped by a Brother when I was in 5^th class, but I'm told, it was because I was especially cute back then. It mainly happens to the Boarders".

 

"Has it happened to Warwick or Doug?" I asked

 

"I'm not certain about Warwick, but I should think so. I know that Doug is expected to regularly attend to one of the Brothers at night" He said.

 

I was now finding this really hard to take in, still, I went on. "And how restricted are the Boarders?" I asked, "Can they get weekend leave for example?"

 

"Normally not overnight without Parent permission, but things can be arranged if you know how, for example I've had Doug at my place for the night and I'm sure we could arrange it again...except"  he said with sudden great enthusiasm, "That we could spend the night here instead!!"

 

"Let's not get too carried away" I said, "Sleepovers might be fun, but I haven't invited anyone to spend the night here yet. I would want to know and feel comfortable first, with any person we invited and I guess I would expect anyone invited for the night to at least turn me on sexually"

 

Although he was still holding my cock, with the intensity of our discussion he had stopped stroking and had just been playing absently with it. Now however, he gave it a sudden sharp yank, as if with renewed excitement.

 

"Well" he said, "You did say `any person we invited'. You know me and I obviously turn you on and I recon you could quickly get to feel comfortable with sexy Clifford.  So let's do it. How about tonight?  I could bring him around for a while this afternoon to meet you and organise it".

 

This kid was just so forward and pushy that I was flabbergasted. But I had to admit to myself that such a prospect was really quite exciting.

 

"At this late stage" I asked, "Even if I agreed, how would you organise permission and such?"

 

"Easy" he said, "We'll both just say we're sleeping over with each other, which of course we will be. We do it often, but this time we just won't say where or with whom else!!"

 

There was just no saying `No' to Stuart ( something I would need to watch carefully and manage properly ) and it wasn't long before he was off and came back again with his friend Clifford, once more using the back entrance.

 

We had a coke together and some cake and Talked some more. Clifford was bigger ( solider ) than Stuart and older ( closer to 13 ) with short spiky hair that was a little longer now but perhaps had recently been a buzz cut and he had a fair few freckles.  As I had observed when I first saw him at the toilets, there was nothing exceptional in his looks, but despite this, I agreed with Stuart, there was something quite sexy about him.

 

He was quieter and less bossy than Stuart, but he seemed to like me and was very willing and enthusiastic. It seemed that all 3 of us hit it off together very well.

 

Soon they were both off again and they came back for dinner, all prepared for and excited about their sleepover.  After the meal I insisted that they help me with the cleaning up and they both had their first experience packing a dishwasher, claiming to have never even seen one before. We then settled on the lounge to watch the first and only Gay VCR I had ever purchased from an Adult Shop back home.

 

Again, it was the first time the boys had ever seen anything like it. I sat between them with my arms around both of them and they soon became very excited and frisky. It was extremely good fun and by the time it was over, they both wanted to head for my bedroom. Despite in jest, having offered them the other bedrooms, which also had double beds, they were having none of that.

 

There was plenty of room for 3 in my queen sized bed, although 3 together in the shower was a squeeze.

 

This first night of quite a few to follow during my remaining time in Bathurst, was absolutely magical. I got sucked off by both of them, watched them at play together, sucked them both and participated in a number of 69's and was also permitted to fuck them both. We lost count of climaxes and by the early morning hours we were sufficiently exhausted to sleep, waking at around 7.30 in the morning to do some more. They both seemed to be happy to cuddle up but they were not ready for kissing and Clifford never got into that. Stuart did a bit as time passed.

 

Although there was no sleepover involved, the following weekend the boys brought Simon around.  He was tall and very slim, with those beautiful long, long legs I really adore on a boy. He had shoulder length dark hair with a big wide smile and a cock to die for. It was actually his 13^th birthday on the Saturday and we celebrated with him on the Sunday with something of another sex orgy.

 

From then on I worked hard at the office during the week and kept up my walking program, with only occasional stops now at the toilet block. There one afternoon Stuart introduced me to his other friend Doug and I enjoyed giving him a good sucking off in a stall. He really enjoyed it too.

 

But the basic pattern that emerged was: `Sex at my place for any boy specifically invited during weekends or overnight either Friday or Saturday nights'.

 

A couple of weekends after I met young Doug at the toilet block, he managed a weekend away from school at my place, presumably with help of the kind Stuart had originally said he could arrange and we 3 had a really memorable time together.  Doug was small and slim like Stuart, but athletic looking. His black hair was a little long at the back and fell across his forehead above his eyes. He had the sexy habit of licking his lips all the time and his cock was perfect.

 

It was the Friday evening at the start of that weekend when Stuart came to finalise arrangements to bring Doug on the Saturday, when I showed a bit of frustration over something I couldn't get right with my computer and he suggested asking Warwick to come over.

 

I was a little short with him as I didn't see a kid being able to help with such a difficult technical issue and I made it clear that I regarded this weekend as reserved especially for Doug anyway.  But, I agreed to have Warwick come at some stage during the following weekend, if the problem remained unresolved.  Although I didn't say so to Stuart, I had been a little intrigued to meet Warwick all along and looked forward to it and I was able to leave the problem unresolved purposely, for the intervening week.

 

When Warwick came, I was surprised, but delighted to see that he was actually the first boy I had observed over the partition at the toilet block.  Stuart had obviously not told him about me, other than that I was a friend with a computer problem.  When he first saw that the friend was this older man, he was a bit taken back. When I asked him if he still enjoyed looking at Gay Porn magazines, he went bright red with embarrassment.  So I told him how it had happened that I knew about the magazine and I asked him if I could take in and enjoy his cum instead of wasting it in the toilet bowl. I soon had his beautiful cock in my mouth and he allowed me to take his cum, so I did just that.

 

Warwick's face, which I hadn't seen at the toilet block, was nice and his bright blue eyes went well with his blond hair.  The 3 of us had quite a sex session that afternoon and thoroughly enjoyed it, before miraculously; Warwick resolved my computer problem as though it was child's play.  Lesson learned - Never under estimate the abilities of the young!!

 

All of the boys; Stuart, Clifford, Simon, Doug and Warwick became my intimates and were regular weekend visitors at my place. They all eventually had weekend overnight stays both in pairs and individually and right up until I left Bathurst, whilst I continued to be very, very careful, thank god, there were never any problems.

 

On a couple of occasions there were other boys invited around; a friend of Doug's and another friend of Clifford's and they both seemed to enjoy it, as of course I did. But, those were special one off exceptions.

 

Of course Stuart considered himself my lieutenant and special favourite and in many ways, because he was such a fabulous kid, he really was my favourite. But, I think I became most comfortable and happy when I was with Simon and we were alone together. He was much quieter than the others and right into kissing and intimacy and he was the one who most turned me on.

 

Once I was satisfied that I had done all I could at work with the Country Network upgrade I had set out to achieve, I set a date to leave Bathurst and we had a royal visit from Howard the Senior Partner and his wife. They stayed with me over several days and Howard indicated just how pleased he was with what had been done.  I had no visits from boys at all during that period.

 

The following weekend was my last and we managed to arrange for all 5 boys to be able to sleep over together on the Saturday night.  We had quite a formal dinner together on the Saturday evening and a big Bar-B-Q lunch on the Sunday to finish off. In between was pretty much nonstop, continuous sexual enjoyment for us all.

 

It had not been my intention once I left Bathurst to maintain contact with any of the boys at all. But that weekend Simon took me aside quietly, handed me his address and telephone contact details and asked me if I would give him mine. I agreed to do so on the understanding that he alone would have it and if necessary, be my soul contact with the rest of the boys. I explained that I didn't want more than 1 person knowing my details, so I insisted on his word that he would not pass it on to any of the others and he gave me his word.

 

As it turned out, I did have some further contact with Simon. But of course, that's another story.

 

 

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Its over 20 years now since I spent that time in Bathurst and just within the last few months a huge public controversy has finally erupted in the town involving claims of extensive Paedophilia going back many decades, at a certain Catholic Boys College and implicating a number of now retired as well as still serving Brothers and Priests.  It seems clear that hundreds of boys had been victims over the years and that these people have never been just Boy Lovers, but rather brutal, uncaring and lustful users of boys.

 

Much like the current world-wide condemnation of the church over its past failures in dealing with Priest Abuse and similar, the enquiry into what had been occurring in Bathurst for decades at that particular boys school, is about to commence. It will be interesting to follow the proceedings.