Story Seven. 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.
About Doug is entirely 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.
Just occasionally, a character will be in more than one story. ( In this Story Adrian is an example – He first featured in Story 2. )
However, the Stories are all written from my point of view and I have tried to keep them basically in an order of chronology. So, they can be read in number order giving, an overview and flow to a significant number of the things that have happened to me over the years.
The Story below relates to the three years I spent as a Senior or Venturer Scout as it has been more recently termed. Here, whilst teamwork was often still very important and ones’ experience as a Scout with the Patrol System was invaluable, the major emphasis was on individual achievement, especially as heavy and increasing Schoolwork and study demands meant that time management skills became vital.
For convenience, all of my Stories have been placed in a single Directory in the: Gay, Adult / Youth Category.
“Young Friends” and “Camping” are really the most relevant categories for this particular Story.
I have tried to make each story interesting and as sexy as possible, whilst keeping them all as REAL as I could, particularly as regards things like; the language used, the ages of those involved, the time period relevant to that particular story and the prevailing attitudes of the community at the time.
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Here goes I hope you find this story OK.
Aaron.
LOOKING WIDE – DURING MY YEARS AS A VENTURER SCOUT.
The District Venturer Leader, who was known to all as ‘Snowy’ said to us, “I’m looking for some new volunteers who might be prepared to join our little ‘Venturer Camp Staff Team’ down at Camp Cooringal”. ( Cooringal was the Scout Districts permanent Campsite and Training Centre )
“Basically,” he said, “It’s a once a Month weekend of work in the form of voluntary Service – giving something back, for what you get out of Scouting. The job involves joining the Team, which we just call the “VCST” and which is normally in camp on the 3rd weekend of each month. The Team assists in various ways, from things like cooking support all the way to helping as Instructors when we run Training Courses, as well as supporting the Adults who volunteer, giving their time as Camp Staff, with maintenance type jobs needed around the grounds, etc”.
“We usually recruit from all the Venturer Units in the District and try to keep Team numbers to about 15 plus, but we’re well down at the moment and need some new blood. Of course” he added, “it’s not just all work, you make your own fun and there is a certain camaraderie with being in the Team, which Warren, one of the Adult Camp Staff Wardens manages and he’s a nice guy. You also get a Camp Staff scarf and authority badge.”
Our Venturer Unit was 1 of 7 in the District, fed by the 12 Scout Troops and we had about 20 members. Snowy had come in during our Unit meeting to discuss this with us and I looked to my best mates Adrian and James, with whom I was sitting to gauge their reaction. It sounded good to me, but I thought it might also be a big commitment considering our existing involvement in Venturer activities, plus the increasing need these days to devote so much time to schoolwork and study.
I had originally met Adrian at Camp Cooringal on my very first camp as a new recruit Scout. We liked each other a lot, but he was in another Troop and we didn’t really become good friends until Venturers. His Group had no Venturers and he transferred to our Unit bringing his friend James with him.
Both were quite a few months older than me and had been with our Unit for some time when I moved up from the Scout Troop at 15. That was about 9 months ago and during that time we had done lots of activity together.
Adrian and James knew that I had really struggled during that period, to come to terms with the recent death of a special and very close friend and the way in which they took me under their wing and kept me actively involved and enthusiastic about Venturers was amazing and helped me just so much. They had been close friends with each other right through school as well as in Scouts and now in Venturers and I felt really privileged that when I progressed from Scouts into the Unit, they in particular had drawn me right in so that we became very close friends very quickly. Perhaps I was not quite as totally joined with them at the hip as they had been for years with each other, but it was pretty close to it. As Venturers we were pretty much inseparable.
Many Scouting activities, even back in those days were considered to be Adventurous with some levels of risk requiring careful preparation and compliance with minimum safety standards imposed by the organization itself. One very basic expectation for example was that no less than 3 persons participate together in any challenging expedition or venture. This requirement very much suited the 3 of us.
So while we of course, participated fully in major Unit activities and related well with all our fellow Venturers, as the emphasis in the Unit was on individual achievement, whilst working with others in small groups, we tended to plan, organize and undertake a lot of our activities together.
Amongst lots of activities, we were particularly into major Bush walking expeditions, abseiling, canoeing and caving.
At nearly 16, I still had a youthful slimness and felt that I had reasonably good looks, although my hair had darkened and I now wore glasses. Adrian was just a bigger version of how I remembered him at 12 when I first met him. The eldest of us, who tended to naturally lead as necessary, he was now quite tall and whilst still also slim he was quite muscular and solid. With dark collar length hair, I thought he was fairly good looking too, although he also wore glasses. Of us 3, I thought James was the star in the looks department. Like me he was slim but not as tall as Adrian. His brown hair was shoulder length, but kept brushed so that it glowed and to me he just had an aura about him I felt was sexy, facially a kind of young DiCaprio lookalike.
Despite the closeness that had developed over the months we 3 had been friends and the outdoor activities we did together, there had been nothing sexual at all between us. One might say, there’s nothing abnormal about that. However I did just wonder a little, because I had a clear memory of a sexual encounter involving Adrian and I, which occurred during that long ago weekend when we first met as very young new Scouts. I guessed that whilst my sexual interest was still very much oriented towards boys, with maturity, Adrian’s was probably not.
Before leaving our Unit meeting that night, Snowy had asked that any of us who might be prepared to become involved with the VCST Camp Staff thing, contact him within the next few days.
After the meeting closed the 3 of us discussed his request for volunteers further and the others agreed that we might be stretching it a bit, time wise. But then Adrian made the point that he expected to have his drivers’ license at any time and that would really expand our horizons. We could then drive to the camp and back together under our own steam without needing to rely on others or the train and that would apply as well to a lot of the other major activities we or the Unit had planned.
So we decided to give it a go and the following evening James contacted and advised Snowy that we would. He said that he emphasized the time issue and Snowy understood, agreeing that most Venturers who did volunteer had the same issue with study being a priority. Snowy told James that he had 3 volunteers from other Units, so the 6 of us would increase Team numbers to 18. With that number he would normally expect a Team attendance of up to about 10 most 3rd weekends.
During the following week, Adrian successfully went for and passed his driving test and got his license. His Parents were both successful business people and had no real money problems, so the family spent the following weekend together looking to buy him a second hand vehicle. What he got was an early model 4 wheel drive Landcruiser, which he said would be perfect for a lot of our activities and that proved to be very much the case.
When we set out in Sexy, ( the number plate prefix on the 4 wheel drive just happened to be CXY ) on the Friday night of the following 3rd weekend for Camp Cooringal to do our first Camp Staff Duty weekend, Adrian was behind the wheel and we felt really independent and Cool.
Warren, who called himself the VCST Warden, showed us to an old hut called the “Gunyah” which had just 2 rooms. ( a bunk room and a front vestibule or day room ) He said it was kept exclusively for use by the VCST. We were to have our meals in the camp kitchen with the rest of the adult Camp Staff, but otherwise the hut was ours any time we were in Camp on VCST duty.
That weekend, including ourselves we had a total of 8 VCST members at the camp and Warren split us into 2 work teams of 4. We 3 plus another new member, a boy named Peter comprised one team. The other team, led by a big Venturer named Eddie, had all been VCST members for some time and were asked to help during the weekend, with a big maintenance project that was happening. Our teams’ task for the weekend was a cooking / Kitchen hands type one supporting Cecil the volunteer Adult Leader who was caterer for about 30 adults doing a Training Course.
We worked hard but, had a great time that weekend and as a result we became quite committed to our regular monthly Camp Staff work weekend involvement… And fortunately, we all got on really well with Peter, who quickly became a good friend.
Peter was about my age and build, but looked a lot younger. He had curly dark hair, very blue eyes and a huge smile with lots of brilliant white teeth.
He said he was disappointed with his home Venturer Unit because it was not very active and seemed to lack enthusiasm. That’s why he decided to give the VCST a go and he was really pleased that he had, particularly because he had been teamed up with us. “If you lot are any indication” he said, “I might have to look seriously at transferring to your Unit.” ( Which he did shortly after that. )
As time passed we got to know all of the Venturers in the VCST, both through working with them on various projects and simply because there was a unique camaraderie about being members of the team and having the “Gunyah” as our own Hut. That hut was nothing very much, but because it was ours to use when and as we chose whenever we were in camp on VCST duty, it sort of became special to us.
A ritual which was sort of the “Initiation tradition” and which provides a good example of the camaraderie and fun of being a VCST member occurred for us on that very first Friday night. Having returned to the “Gunyah” after our first evening working with Cecil in the Training Centre Kitchen and quite ready for a quick shower and bed, we found that everyone’s personal gear had been moved out into the day room and that we were excluded from the bunk room by Eddie and his team, who had blocked the entrance with a double bunk and had turned out the bunk room lights.
Eddie advised us that we could not be full members of the VCST until we had successfully “claimed our bunks”. These of course were those at the very far end of the bunk room. He told us that the only rule enforced, was that no prospective new member was permitted during the process of “claiming his bunk” to make contact of any kind with the floor. Anyone who did, had to go ( or would be physically dragged or otherwise repelled ) back out to the day room to start again. So we had to get there by moving from bunk to bunk and of course Eddie and the other 3 existing VCST members were there to prevent us at any cost, from making it…and naturally, the contact with the floor rule didn’t apply to them.
The battle which ensued was to say the very least, a “Rumble in the dark of epic proportions” and it lasted for about an hour and a half. After losing buttons and sustaining several major rips to clothing during our first foray, we stripped down to underwear for our further attempts. This helped, but it was, “no holds barred” stuff, at times requiring brutal strength and whilst it was all in fun, I’m amazed that there was no serious damage to the hut or to the bunks. We were all totally exhausted by the time the final truce was called.
During the battle in the dark, I lost count of the number of times I was personally repelled and ended up back in the day room. At one stage I recall attempting to progress using the internal rafters, but I still got caught and I never did manage to claim my bunk. Whether accidental or otherwise, I could not count how often while all this went on, I either made or received serious groping contacts with other participants.
It was agreed in the end that we had all performed well enough and had all earned our membership, even though that night only Adrian had successfully claimed a bunk. Since, despite the pummelling our bodies endured no one had been hurt, everyone thought we had a great time.
Battles like this one occurred whenever prospective new VCST members needed to earn their place by attempting to “claim their bunk” and we took part in and enjoyed several similar subsequent events, but as defenders.
Warren the VCST Warden being an adult, took no part and did not officially condone this initiation type activity, but he obviously knew when one was happening and just turned a blind eye.
Although a large and substantial establishment with good facilities and amenities, Cooringal is situated well out into the bush at the end of a fairly rough bush road, quite some distance from the main access road and in view of this, in those days as security was not the big issue it is now, there was no live-in permanent Caretaker or residential Warden. At the end of weekends or any period of occupation, the main gate barring vehicle access was locked as of course were all buildings, but then the place was left unattended.
At the end of that first duty weekend on the Sunday afternoon, when virtually everyone else had finished and left camp, we were still helping Cecil close up the Training Centre Kitchen, when Warren approached us with a request.
“I need to get away” he said “and Cecil will be off in a minute, which means only you 4 left at the camp. The one job that still needs doing is the cleaning of the Mens Ablution Block, which we usually hose out. Could you lot look after that and lock it up properly, plus lock the Gunyah of course, before you go?”
As we had planned to shower before leaving anyway, we agreed and once Cecil left, Warren showed us the storage room at the Ablution Block, containing the industrial hose and the brooms and buckets etc. Then he was off and we headed to the “Gunyah” for our toiletries and towels.
As we were the only people left in camp, Adrian suggested we return to the hut to dress after showering. So despite the winter cold, we all stripped down and were off to the Ablution Block wearing nothing but our towels.
Within the Ablution Block, the shower room was an open space with an entrance at each end, some 8 shower heads and plenty of hot water.
This would be my third shower of the weekend, but my first entirely alone with just Adrian, James and Peter and my first ever with the time to surreptitiously but properly observe each of their beautiful bodies fully naked.
I had never seen Peter naked at all before and I was of course interested in him, as a new and good looking friend of about my own age. Whilst I had sort of seen glimpses of Adrian and James from time to time before on various Activities, one thing I found quite intriguing now that I was seeing them naked properly for the first time, was that both were literally entirely hairless, suggesting that they must both be shavers of their pubes and underarms, something that at the time I had never before encountered. That turned me on, I really liked it.
However, I was very concerned about getting aroused and being seen in that state. So, I lingered at the wash basins and was tardy about entering the shower room. Then suddenly I was thinking serious mischief. I went straight to the storage room, filled two buckets with cold water and then attached up the hose ready for use. Taking both the hose and buckets along with me, I returned to the shower room with a view to attacking the others while they were enjoying their nice hot showers. My first targets were Adrian and James and I got them both full on using the hose with a strong icy cold jet aimed directly at their packages, but I missed Peter as he ran out through the far entrance. Then I found myself attacked as both Adrian and James sought to take control of the hose from me and James nearly got it. But suddenly, Peter was by my side throwing my buckets of cold water at them both.
Within seconds a full on war was raging with Peter and I versing Adrian and James. Soon, as well as the hose and the buckets, we were all armed with mops and brooms for jousting and sword fights, as well as our towels for bum flicking, etc. Alas, they eventually got the upper hand because Adrian got control of the hose and was using its strong spray to again attack our crotches and James got all of the buckets.
It was all great fun, but eventually we had to turn our attention to having real showers, then properly cleaning the Ablution Block as we had been asked, before returning to the Gunyah to dress, pack and set off for home. Peter had come to camp by train, but Adrian offered to take him home and we were surprised to discover that he didn’t live all that far from me. In fact, he and I agreed that if he transferred to our Venturer Unit, we 2 could ride our bikes together, to and from the Scout Hall for Venturers.
If anything, after the success of that first weekend of VCST involvement, our very strong existing relationship and our bond as a group of close friends, which had definitely extended to include Peter, became even closer and stronger than ever and we maintained our involvement and commitment to the VCST right through, for the rest of our time as Venturers.
There are just a few particular highlight memories of that continuing involvement, I would like to mention briefly, as follows:
First; We really loved regularly working with the District Scout Leader and his Leader Team, as Instructors / Helpers on Scout Training Courses.
As well as things like the New Scout Recruit weekends and the Patrol Leadership Courses we helped on, we developed a bit of a specialty helping to run what were termed Pioneering Project weekends, involving major construction jobs providing training for the boys in just what can be done with ropes, spars and some blocks and tackle. From a personal point of view, I feel sure that those first direct involvements working with and helping the younger Scout aged boys, kindled my interest in later becoming a Leader.
Second; Occasionally, if there were no Courses or other special happenings on during a Camp Staff duty weekend, we still did work around camp each day, but a Social of some form would be arranged for everyone on Camp Staff – adult male and female, plus VCST, on the Saturday evening. One I particularly remember and absolutely loved involved a group of people who were invited along to teach us the basics of modern Square Dancing, as it had developed in America. I mention it here simply because it was that evening that sparked my particular interest in it and my later significant involvement. ( You will find further reference to this if you read my Story No 10. )
And finally; The questionable behaviour referred to above, relating to the cleaning of the Male Ablution Block at the end of weekends, became a bit of a regular tradition after that weekend, not just for us 4, but for any VCST members still around who also became involved and helped. Not only was it always lots of fun, but I saw lots more youthful and beautiful naked bodies !!
On our third VCST Duty Weekend, just 2 months after our first, and immediately following Peters’ official transfer to and acceptance as a member of our home Venturer Unit, it happened again that only the 4 of us remained to do the cleaning of the Ablution Block at the end of the weekend. Given this, Adrian quietly suggested to me and James that we should do something special of our own to welcome / initiate Peter into our home Venturer Unit. Yet again, what we agreed to do shocked, but very much excited me.
Having removed and hung up our towels and placed our toiletry bags on the high shelf in the change area at the Ablution Block, as we all turned to enter the shower room, Adrian and James each took one of Peters’ arms. I went for and took his legs and we lifted him and carried him through into the shower room, squirming and kicking in a vain attempt to get free. Placing him spread eagled on the tiled floor beneath a shower, James held both his arms while Adrian turned the shower on and then went outside. Initially of course Peter found the shower spray very, very cold, but it had warmed up nicely by the time Adrian returned with his toiletry bag in hand and turned off the nice hot water again. He then proceeded to use his shaving brush and lots of shave foam to thoroughly lather up Peters groin area. Once completely satisfied, he took over Peters arms handing his shaver to James who did a careful and superb job of thoroughly removing all evidence of hair from around Peters cock, balls and the rest of his groin area.
Peter went through some agony during this, as he was quite ticklish and of course, the treatment took no time at all to ensure a very impressive and rampant prick. But for fear of nicks or cuts, he was in no position to put up any significant resistance.
James then carefully lathered his underarms, took his legs from me and handed me the blade to do the shaving of his armpits. I found doing this just so exciting and erotic, I had to be very careful not to shake so much that I cut him.
Throughout this whole process, not just Peter but all of us found avoiding stimulation impossible and I loved the sight of 4 solid erections which all remained quite hard until it was all over. There was much laughter and fun on our parts and much giggling on Peters part, despite his unsuccessful attempts to appear angry and abuse us all. Ultimately we did not let him up to rinse off and shower until we were satisfied that he was as smooth as a baby’s bottom.
I thought that all this was just so cool and was really enjoying myself, until suddenly the tables were turned and I found myself spread eagled on the floor and unable to resist. James then quietly explained to me that an exemption for me could not possibly be permitted, when all 3 of them were now as clean as a whistle. So I suffered through the same excruciatingly exquisite process as had Peter and absolutely enjoyed every moment of it, particularly the way in which Adrian gently handled every part of my package as he shaved down there with meticulous care. But, I still told them just what really rotten sods I thought they all were !!
Having been shaved I rather liked the smooth and clean feel of it and quite appreciated why Adrian and James apparently liked it too. Ever since then, I have pretty much always kept my groin clean shaven. I think it feels quite sexy, but I do it mainly just for my own comfort.
One other little but important incident happened during that third VCST weekend of ours ( the shaving one ) and it intrigued and excited me no end, even though I said nothing about it at the time.
At the end of our days’ work on the Saturday night, a group including the 4 of us were sitting quietly with Warren around the open fire in the Camp kitchen, just chatting and singing a few campfire songs together. We were all enjoying Warrens company and the atmosphere and we were in no hurry to leave. But, despite the fire I was getting a cold back. So I excused myself to go get a warm jacket indicating that I would be right back. As I got up, Peter asked me if I would grab his jacket too, which he said was on his bunk.
I got my jacket but didn’t immediately see Peters. It was not on his bunk and I was about to grab my blanket for him to use, when I saw his jacket sticking out of the top of his backpack.
As I grabbed it and pulled it out, something in a paper bag came out as well and fell to the floor. I stooped to pick it up and return it to his pack, but could see that it was a small book which had partly dislodged from the paper bag and as what I thought it was dawned on me, I just had to have a closer look.
I was totally shocked but my pulse quickened. I had never seen anything like it before and had no idea that novels like… “69 His Surey Books” even existed. This one was titled “Interstate Studs” and the scene depicted on the cover was quite explicit !! Replacing it properly back in the paper bag, I quickly put it back into Peters pack.
He thanked me when I handed him his jacket, but if he suspected what I had seen, or might have seen, I saw nothing in his demeanour to show it. So as I say, for then anyway I kept my discovery to myself.
My quandary then was just how to raise the issue of sexuality with Peter. If he had an interest in books like the one I’d seen, he was probably Gay like me and now that he was in our Unit, as we would more than likely regularly share a 2 man hike tent together on Venturer activities, a relationship if he was interested had a good chance of developing, because I was definitely very interested.
I was also very intrigued about the book. Where did he get it from and how?
As it turned out, we started to open up to each other pretty much straight away and this started occurring on our bike rides home from weekly Venturer meetings, just the 2 of us. We got into the regular habit of riding together to the point where we would each go our separate ways, where we would stop to chat, sometimes for ages as friends do. In fact these chats on our way home often became marathons, which tended to mean trouble at home for getting in so very late.
It was actually Peter on the first of those chat nights who raised the issue generally of sexuality, when he asked me if I thought that Adrian and James might actually be a couple? Any suspicions he may have had were clearly magnified by the whole clean shaving fun process of the prior weekend and I had to admit that whilst I had never previously even considered such a notion, ( Boy was I naďve back then ) their relationship had been close enough literally since kindergarten days, to make what Peter was suggesting, something more than just a possibility.
I didn’t know the answer to his question, which at least for then remained just speculation on our part, but it gave me an opening and I asked him straight out about his sexual orientation. When he hesitated, I confessed to having seen the book and asked him about it.
I have never seen anyone go quite so red with embarrassment at having been so totally caught out and I had to fully detail for him how I came to see the book before he would say anything at all. I also had to assure him absolutely that anything we discussed together in confidence, such as this, would definitely remain that way. But once thus assured, he finally confessed to being homosexual. This of course led to questions about my orientation, which I was then happy to disclose to him confidentially.
Unfortunately for me, Peter then revealed to me that he had a boyfriend. Roland was then 19 and he and Peter were in what Peter considered a loving and intimately close personal relationship.
Apparently, Peter first knew Roland briefly as his Patrol Leader when he joined his home Troop as a very young new Scout, thus the age difference. Peter said he somewhat idolised him at that time, but when Roland left, choosing not to continue on with Venturers, they lost contact. However, when he moved on to High School he discovered Roland again. He was the only person Peter knew at this Private and somewhat exclusive new school and they managed to become close friends, mainly away from school. This was primarily again because of their age difference. At School ( especially one like that School ) it would not have been wise to openly hang out together all the time and although the fact that they were friends was not kept a secret, they each tended to stick with their own contemporaries.
Away from school however, they became closer and closer. Peter was nearly 14 when they first became intimate and confided their deep secret desires to each other. They had remained devoted to each other ever since.
Like Roland had, Peter was on the verge of leaving Venturers, but having met us through the VCST his enthusiasm was renewed and Roland encouraged him to maintain his involvement and to transfer to our Unit and give it a try.
I learned from Peter that there were such things as exclusive “Adult Shops” from which you could get special stuff, provided that you were 18 or older and could prove that you were and of course, Roland was, which was how Peter often had a supply of “special” Novels and colourful magazines.
Peter remained an enthusiastic Venturer with our Unit and Adrian, James, he and I continued to be very close friends.
Peter often loaned me very sexually stimulating special novels to read and as his tent mate, on many Venturer activities he would discretely share with me a magazine or 2 full of desirable young nude males doing incredible things. Invariably this led to casual sex together. But, although I did get to suck him to a brilliant climax a couple of times, we rarely did more than Jack each other off.
Eventually I met Roland and I could immediately see why Peter had fallen for him. He was a very impressive and nice young man and I liked him a lot. This did not stop me however, from being very jealous of him, because although I knew it was clearly only one sided, I could not deny being totally infatuated with Peter.
Once we had completed Venturers ( and School ) we went our own ways and whilst we all remained friends for a time, we eventually lost contact with Peter and Roland.
Adrian and James went on to University together and each became a highly skilled professional. And, it eventually became clear that Peter had been quite right, they were a Couple and they still live quietly and happily together. I still regard them as good friends today, all these years on and I remain in regular touch with them.