Story  Five.                 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 my years as a Scout – basically my participation until I became a Patrol Leader and moved on at 15 to the Senior Troop or what we now call Venturers.  Scouting was my first real love, but whilst a Scout I also experienced another first serious love.  

 

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.

 

For convenience, all of my Stories have been placed in a single Directory in the: Gay, Adult / Youth Category. 

However, "Young Friends" and "Camping" are really the major relevant categories for this particular Story.       

 

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. Please email me at:  Aarontheaussie@bigpond.com

 

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

 

Aaron.

  

THE GREAT GAME OF SCOUTING – AND MY FIRST REAL LOVES.

 

By the time I was 12 I had learned a lot about Scouting and the Patrol System upon which it was largely based. Having joined Scouts just prior to turning 11, I had progressed a long way as a member of my Patrol,  I had good experiences under my belt of Troop and Patrol camping in the bush and I had gained proficiency in orienteering, bushcraft more generally and much, much more.  To say I absolutely adored Scouting would be a big understatement.  It was really the very first seriously major love of my young life.

 

And it was Scouting that I loved.  My sexual orientation had no relevance to that love and Scouting itself had no direct influence on my personal sexual experiences. 

 

My Patrol Leader Ken ( See Story 2 ) was very largely responsible for my progress and my enthusiasm and I absolutely idolized him.  In fact, like me Ken remained in Scouting for many years, progressing eventually to responsible Adult Leadership Roles.  I tended then and in the years to come, to continually follow in his footsteps and to attempt to emulate his achievements.  We have remained very close friends to this day and I still see a lot of him, his wife and his family.   

 

Not long after I was 13, I became Assistant Patrol Leader.  However, by then Ken had moved on to the Senior Troop.  As APL I worked well enough with Brian, Kens replacement as Patrol Leader.  Brian didn't have Kens abilities or his passion, but with my support and passion we managed together to maintain the Patrols good standing and membership and to retain a good level of enthusiasm from all in the Patrol.

 

Whilst an APL I attended a Patrol Leaders Training Course, as well as one of those New Recruit Courses, ( described in Story 2 ) each run by the Scout District.  These just added to my excitement and desire to achieve.  I just couldn't wait to become Patrol Leader and lead the best Patrol in the Troop

 

As well as leadership and all it entailed, becoming a Patrol Leader also involved setting a high standard and a good example for the Patrol, so I applied myself to Badge work and eventually achieved the top possible standard.

 

I was not greatly outgoing and I was what I guess was seen as a bit studious and nerdy. ( had there been such a word back then )  I participated in sport at School and eventually did OK ( see Story 4B ) but was never aggressively into it. However, some of the activities I undertook in Scouting required real fitness and were seriously challenging and I believe that Scouting generally provided me with great opportunities to excel and achieve, both physically and in other ways, even if it was perhaps a quieter form of achievement.

 

I was a bit of a beanpole, tall and skinny with blondish hair turning a bit dark and I still considered myself reasonably good looking.  However, I was no longer a big kid for my age.  I think I just matured and developed early and most of my contemporaries were now catching up or had done so already.

 

Given my prior experiences, my sexual orientation and interest in other boys remained very strong.  But, I continued to be naturally shy and I did not find myself able to initiate anything with other boys in my Patrol or the Troop, sometimes despite my desires.

 

Of course for me, any kind of exposure of my true sexual interest was scary enough to keep me from even considering trying anything at Scouts.  I loved Scouts too much to jeopardize my future involvement.  I also remembered a boy named Wilfred.

 

I had only recently joined when it happened and I only heard about it from others.  But Wilfred, an older boy in one of the other Patrols who was well known by everyone because of his outgoing and somewhat loud mouth personality, was suddenly no longer a member of the Troop.

 

As I understood it, Wilfred who had a bit of a reputation anyway for trying to have quick surreptitious gropes of others, was attending his first Patrol Camp.  The Patrol ( 6 boys ) camped at a clearing beside a creek about a fifteen minute walk into an area of bush land often used by our Troop.

 

Once camp was set up it was time for a swim and they all headed down to the creek.  Since they were entirely alone, 2 boys - 1 other and Wilfred decided to skinny dip and although the PL didn't himself, he allowed those who wanted to, to do so. It was no big deal.

 

However the swim, at least for Wilfred became a serious grab and grope fest and 2 other boys ended up losing their bathers.  The PL had a go at Wilfred because one of these boys became quite upset, but with little effect because when they all returned to camp, he decided not to put anything on and paraded around for some time in camp, naked and with a seriously rampant hard-on which he seemed to delight in displaying to them all.

 

Eventually the PL became really angry with him and he finally put on some shorts and a T-shirt

 

In the late afternoon 4 of them again went for a dip at the creek.  The PL and the boy who had been upset, chose to remain in camp to begin the preparations for the evening meal.  Once again, Wilfred chose to skinny dip, leaving his shorts and T-shirt with his towel on the bank.  The other 3 had changed into bathers and had only brought their towels down to the creek.

 

It was at about this time that a girl of about 15 appeared at the campsite and greeted the PL.  She told him that she was a little ahead of the rest of her friends, 3 other girls.  They had done a day of bushwalking and planned to rest for a while there at the creek before their final 15 minute walk out of the bush, on the track the boys had taken in.

 

When the 4 girls arrived at the creek bank, only one boy was still in the water. The other 3 had retrieved their towels and were drying themselves.

 

At that time in the late afternoon it was getting quite cold, yet the girls lingered, seeming in no hurry to move on, and unfortunately for Wilfred, time passed quite slowly.   Meanwhile both his clothes and his towel had miraculously disappeared, as had all the other boys. ( who took and hid his clothes from him, out in the bush !! )  By the time the girls finally went and Wilfred emerged, he was very cold and unhappy, especially as it took him some time to locate his hidden stuff, so he was thinking seriously about revenge. To make things even worse, as the meal and the evening progressed he remained the centre of much lurid comment and laughter about what had occurred and why he liked to show himself off to them, but would not come out of the water whilst the girls were still around !!.

 

That night in the tent as his attempt at revenge, Wilfred apparently made a much stronger and more serious assault, sexually on one of the other boys but was repelled.  As a result the PL forced him to spend the rest of the night at the door of the tent sleeping well away from the other boys.

 

The next day was very strained and the PL was very upset, feeling that his Patrol Camp had been ruined.  Wilfred kept to himself and took very little part in helping to pack up the camp.

 

Whether Wilfred chose to leave Scouts himself or was asked to, I don't know. But, I heard that what happened eventually came to the attention of the Scout Leaders and that his membership was discussed at the Patrol Leaders Meeting, called the "Troop Council".

 

I didn't know Wilfred at all, other than at Scouts and then only briefly, so I lapped up the story and thought to myself that at a very personal level I might have really liked to have gotten to know him intimately. But in reality, I took what had happened to him as a lesson in being very cautious, even though I knew anyway, that I would never have been as blatant about my sexuality as he had been.

 

Brian progressed to the Senior Troop just before I was 14 and I was spoken to at some length by the Scout Leader. Then I was summoned to appear before the Troop Council.  After something of a grilling from the other PL's, my appointment as a PL was confirmed and my views were sought as to who should be my APL. To me the choice was clear. It was a boy named Ray, who was a good friend and a very good Scout. 

We had both been members of the Patrol since joining and I was sure that we would work really well together. The other members of the Troop Council agreed.

 

Ray was more outgoing than me and somewhat more practical, so it was a good combination, because we both had maximum enthusiasm.

 

So, we were both formally appointed at the following Troop meeting and it was with real pride that I began to wear my Patrol Leader insignia on my Scout shirt and my lemon squeezer Scout hat.

 

Things went well for me during my time as a Patrol Leader.  The Troop as a whole was very strong, the Troop Council was working really well and by the time I was 15 and it was my turn to move on to the Senior Troop, I genuinely believed that my Patrol was the biggest, best and by far the most enthusiastic in the Troop.

 

One evening not long after my appointment as a PL the Scout Leader made a visit to my home to discuss a particular prospective new member named Phillip.  Mr Hedley's chosen Scout Leader name which we were expected to use when addressing him, was "Teal".  

 

Teal's purpose in visiting was a little unusual, in that the way in which we normally dealt with new members was fairly routine.   

 

After the usual social niceties with my parents in the living room, he and I moved to the kitchen table where I had been doing my school assignments and homework.

 

"Aaron" Teal said, "I think you are the right man to help me with this, because it needs to be handled with a little care and delicacy".  He then went on to give me the following background, based simply he said, on what he had gleaned from a single discussion with the boys' Mother:

 

Phillip, an only child and his Mother had just recently moved into our area. Before moving here, they had endured the death of Phillips Father at a very young age, following a short, sudden and untreatable illness.

 

The boy himself has some health issues and is not very robust at all and he is extremely shy. Being new to the area he has no friends, not that he had any before moving anyway and he has no real involvements or interests.

 

At nearly 11 his Mother wants him to join the Scouts, or do something that will help him to move on a bit, but he just seems to want to wallow in his sadness and is resisting all of her efforts to draw him out of himself.

 

Several days later I visited Phillip and his Mother at their place after school and it was very quickly apparent that the job Teal had given me was not going to be easy. So I chose not to push the "Join Scouts" line and just chatted, but in doing so I was full of enthusiasm when telling my own stories about my Scouting experiences and on a couple of occasions I even got him to smile.  I also tried to draw him out on what interested him, but didn't get very far.

 

I really liked and felt comfortable with Phillips Mother and was sure that the feeling was mutual. More importantly, although he was pretty puny and young looking for nearly 11, to me Phillip was absolutely gorgeous and I desperately wanted him to like me and be my friend, whether he joined Scouts or not, and despite our obvious age difference.

 

In the end I just asked his Mother if I could take Phillip with me to the Saturday Matinee at the local Movie theatre the following weekend and arranged with her permission, to call by and get him.  I don't think she and I even asked him if he wanted to go !!

 

But come he did and I'm sure he enjoyed it as much as I did.  I don't recall what the main film was, but it was a bit scary in parts and Phillip grabbed me a couple of times and tried to get close to me for protection.  By the end of the movie he was actually holding my hand tightly.

 

I did most of the talking during that afternoon and again amongst other things, I got in a few more good stories about Scouts, But, Phillip actually talked a little bit himself and I tried to draw him out when he did.

 

I had noticed at Phillips that there was a bike in their tiny back yard, so I asked him if he could ride and he said  "Yes"    When we got back, I asked him in front of his Mother if he could come to my place the following afternoon for a while and suggested that I call for him and that we ride to my place together on our bikes.  His response was a definite  "Yes" and I got a big smile and a wink of approval from his Mum.

 

As part of my badge work I was planning a fairly simple overnight bushwalking expedition for my Patrol, which would cover about 15 Kilometers and that afternoon I showed Phillip my map of the walk and all of the planning and preparation involved, which had been done.  I also got changed into and showed him my Scout uniform.   Whilst doing so and then while changing back again, I carefully noted his seeming interest when I got down to my underwear, but I said nothing.   We also had a game of Scrabble, which I thought he was very good at for his age.  I even had him laughing a couple of times when he made quite excellent words, one of which I allowed even though it was  "PENIS".

 

On the way back to his place on our bikes I decided to detour a little to go via one of my favorite Park Public Toilet Blocks for a leak.  I didn't plan anything beyond perhaps a bit of a peek if possible at what he had, as we stood side by side at the urinal and nothing did happen. But, he seemed quite unfazed at giving me a bit more than just a peek at his quite small but very nice looking little package, as he gazed openly at my exposed cock.

 

During the week that followed, his Mum called to say that Phillip now wanted to join Scouts, but only provided that he could be in my Patrol and with me.

 

Phillip became quite a good Scout and a valued member of my Patrol and I was very pleased with, although a bit embarrassed by, the extent of the praise I got from Teal for a job extremely well done.

 

But Phillip also went to quite some pains to ensure that our personal friendship continued as well.

 

At Scouts, Ray and I tried to be sure not to treat him any differently to the other members of the Patrol and to give him no favoritism, which was a bit difficult, because sometimes he needed a bit of extra looking after, whilst sometimes with me, he was unnecessarily and annoyingly clingy.

 

Away from Scouts we were often at each other's places or out riding our bikes together and at times Phillip was even more clingy, which for some reason I didn't find annoying at all !  Clearly, I had become his absolute hero and there was no question that I was head over heels in love with him.

 

He struggled with some of the quite physical stuff at Scouts, such as that 15 K Patrol bushwalk. But, he persevered and made it, with a little help and I was quite proud of his achievement and told him so.   As did all new Scouts he attended a District run training weekend for New Recruits and loved it, even though he said he was very scared, because I was not going to be there with him.   And, as time passed, his enthusiasm for Scouts just grew and grew.

 

Phillips Mother started asking me to spend time with him at their place of an evening, if she needed to work late or had a social engagement, which of course I was happy to do.  These nights were usually spent quietly, playing a board game, watching TV together or working on some Scout project, etc. Occasionally I even helped him a bit with homework, although he was a bit of a brain and didn't need help very often.  It was at times like these when we were alone together that Phillip was most clingy.  When we watched TV for example, he liked to sit with me, curl up close and virtually lay all over me.  Of course I was stimulated and often found myself in a state of arousal. He clearly noticed this if it was not in fact, the response he was actually trying to get from me.  It was also clear that he was stimulated too, as on more than one occasion he bought his very stiff little weapon into direct contact with my body and at least once I got the impression that he was trying to engage in a steady humping action against me. 

 

As usual I was hesitant to respond by making a serious sexual advance on what was happening, just in case Phillips Mother walked in on us.  So, I let it continue until I could no longer stand the frustration of it and then I unleashed a "Tickle Attack".  My frustration was that I adored the boy so much, that I wanted to strip him naked immediately and make wild passionate love to him and by then, being 14 I had a very strong sexual appetite. Still, the Tickle Attacks were fun for us both.

 

As summer approached, it was fun at a pool on a creek out in the bush or when attending the local public swimming pool or the surf beach near my school, with Phillip and with others, to engage in things surf guards or pool officials would never let you do at all these days – Things like Bombing each other, Cock Fighting ( shoulder fights in pairs ) and even catching and throwing others in. ( if you were big and strong enough to get them ) 

 

For Phillip and I there was a certain unspoken secret sexual undertone to a lot of this, which we never discussed or even acknowledged between ourselves and which I believe went entirely unnoticed by others.  When he was on my shoulders for example, he enjoyed rubbing himself against the back of my neck quite a lot. I found it quite fun when he was on my shoulders to hold him with each arm around his upper legs, so close up to his thighs that I could slip my fingers under the edges of his speedos.  He loved the interplay when I tried to catch him for throwing in and when I did, I would throw him in holding him by the shoulder with one hand and through between the legs with the other, holding him carefully by his package which I always gave a good grope in the process.  The other thing we both enjoyed was swimming underwater through each other's legs, particularly if it involved any kind of a touch or rub as we did it, accidental of course !!  And it was even nicer if this was out in the bush where we could do it whilst skinny dipping !!                 

 

Then, on a couple of occasions I was invited to stay overnight because Phillips Mum expected to be out late on a Friday night.  Of course Friday night was Troop Meeting night and we were not home ourselves from Scouts until between 10 and 10.30pm, so stay-overs involved little more than a quick snack when we got home, a shower and bed.

 

On the first of these occasions, Phillip insisted that we sleep in a hike tent in his back yard.  So, I went to his place early enough after school to allow us to set it all up before having dinner with his Mum and getting ready to go to Scouts.  Even though it was a very small tent, it just about took up the whole of their tiny yard, but once inside the tent we still felt like we were on a camping adventure.

 

Once back home after Scouts, my anticipation of the possible, even likely sexual prospects of the night to come, were so great that I was worried that I might even cream myself before we got started.  Yet, for some reason we both seemed unusually shy and uncertain.

 

In the end, Phillip showered first and I tidied up in the kitchen after our snack. Then I had my shower, despite having hoped that we might have done it together.

 

But, having settled down in the darkness in the tent, side by side in our sleeping bags, Phillip lost his inhibitions and rolled over ending up right on top of me.  He wrapped his arms around me, allowed himself to settle and then started to hump against me.  I could feel his iron hardness and I adjusted us both a little so that our cocks were side by side pointing straight up, achieving serious humping ecstasy.  Then I fumbled in the darkness for his head and holding it, I sought his lips.  Our first kiss was clumsy, but it got better and we very quickly engaged our tongues and amongst the kisses I whispered to Phillip, verbally expressing for the first time, my absolute love for him. He couldn't stop whispering in response, but over and over again between each kiss,  "I love you too".

 

It was all very brief really.  Although he was now eleven, Phillips climax was dry when it came, but it came quickly and seemed to shake him to his core. He later told me that it was the most amazing one he had ever had.  My explosion came pretty much as quickly and was huge, seeming to just about drench my PJ's and the interior of my sleeping bag, making a big mess.

 

I was keen to clean myself up and keep things going, but we just lay there a while embracing each other and suddenly, it was morning and Phillips Mother was calling us for breakfast.

 

On the second occasion I stayed over with Phillip, we slept in his room and I set up my airbed and sleeping bag on the floor beside his bed.

 

Having again come home from Scouts, we cleaned up the kitchen together after our snack and I followed Phillip into his bedroom where we lost our uniforms. We then went together into the bathroom and there was no discussion at all. We just knew that we were going to shower together.

 

We were both rampant before we had even gotten under the shower and the slow and luxurious process of thoroughly washing each other was heaven.

 

Again there was a lot of kissing and finally I found him on his knees with my dick in his mouth.  It was really big compared to his, so he couldn't take a lot of it, but he did his best seeming to treat it with absolute awe and his technique was brilliant, so much so, that I just had to cum everywhere. In fact I only just got his mouth away when I did, in the nick of time.

 

Having washed away all the cum properly and cleaned up.  It was quite late before we got back to the bedroom and I assumed, that we would just go straight to bed and to sleep.  Phillip had other ideas !

 

The bedroom was dark and a little close as Phillip had closed the door. I was hot and was laying on my sleeping bag rather than in it, wearing lightweight summer PJ's and I think I was starting to dose.  Phillip was in bed above me similarly clad, but decided that he was lonely and that it was time for a "Tickle Attack", which he launched simply by dropping off the bed fully onto me, with tickling fingers moving in all directions.

 

Having received the shock of my life, it took me some time to subdue him even though he kept up the tickling and quite a bit of groping at me too.  Finally however, I was on my knees with him in my arms and I placed him back on his bed.  Then I drew down his PJ shorts, leaned forward and took him into my mouth.

 

I was unsure just how late it was or whether his Mother might by now be home, so I was worried about making too much noise and I was very pleased when my actions miraculously settled him down and he started to concentrate on humping my mouth.

 

"I'm lonely"  he whispered,  "Can't you come up here and share the bed with me for a while ?"

 

So I did and it was amazing.  We had a "69" together and I think we both had 2 further climaxes each.  At one stage, he got a mouthful of cum before pulling away. But I had a good rag and was able to avoid making too much of a mess of his bed.

 

I can only vaguely remember crawling back into my sleeping bag at about 5.00am.

 

Down here in Aussie, the Seasons are very different. Christmas and the end of the Calendar Year each occur at the height of our summer when it's hot, hot, hot. Thus, the School Year coincides with the Calendar Year and our big Summer School Holiday break starts in December and runs through to the beginning of February.

 

Although Scouting at least in our Troop, continued pretty much non-stop and there was always a lot of ongoing Scouting activity during the summer holiday period, the Troop always had an end of year Family Christmas Night, which also incorporated an End of Year Review with Award Presentations, etc.  As I was not far off 15 when I would move onto the Senior Troop, that night, that year was for me a kind of big "Finale" to my time as a Scout and more particularly as a Patrol Leader. 

 

So I was excited and nervous at the same time and very pleased that my Parents would be there, as would Phillips Mother, who had also become someone very special in my life.

 

As it turned out I sort of scooped the pool. First with Awards I didn't expect for "Best Scout of the Year" and "Outstanding Patrol Leadership".  Then I shared more glory with Ray and all of my Patrol, as we won all of the Awards for Patrol Achievement and the Award for "Best Patrol".

 

Phillip even got an Award for excellent achievement on the part of a Scout newly recruited during the year and I could clearly see the pride in his Mothers eyes.  He was pretty pleased himself and I managed later during the evening, to get him alone, give him a big hug and tell him just how proud I was of him.  He returned the hug, congratulated me and told me that he still loved me, even if I would now have a "Big Swelled Head !!".

 

For me it was a fabulous glittering night, topped off by the praise I got from my Parents on the way home in our car and I told Mum and Dad and had absolutely no doubt that it was the  "Best night of my life"  ever.

 

It was a beautiful summers night and Phillip and his Mum having walked to the Scout Hall, set out to walk home together, arm in arm.

 

They said that the drunk driver gave neither of them a chance, when he mounted the curb and hit them full on at speed.  They both died together, instantly.

 

It turned out to be the  "WORST NIGHT OF MY LIFE"  ever.

 

...And as it happened, it was the FRIDAY THE 13^TH  I will never ever forget for the rest of my life, even though I had never been a superstitious person.

 

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It took me a very long time to get past my loss, not just of Phillip but of his Mother too.  In fact despite the passing years, I still grieve today and I contemplate the relationship/s that might have been.

 

My intimate and personal feelings for Phillip were private and It really hurt not to be able to show them fully, yet in a way that seemed to help me to move on.

 

Eventually, Ray replaced me as Patrol Leader and In my turn, I progressed into the Senior Troop. ( and that of course is another story )  In time I was able to move on - as they say, "Life does go on"  and it did.  But, Phillip will always hold a special place in my heart, as big as my love for Scouting, which gave him to me, even if so very briefly only.

 

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