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Little Choirboy Liam

By

Andy Mann

Chapter Four

County Competitions- The First Stage

As I caught my breath after being well and truly bum fucked by my Reverend, I watched the two men start to get dressed. I sighed as the naked bodies of the two men who were so intent on preparing my body for the rigors of the start of my music career, if I was to believe Mr Keagan, disappeared being their clothing. Mr Keagan was dressed in some casual trousers and a short sleeved shirt, while Reverend Jeremy of course was dressing in one of his many cassocks, this one being a deep black. He fixed his dog collar around his neck and went to the bathroom to comb his greying hair.

 

"Come on Liam, get up and let's wipe you down and get you dressed," Mr Keagan told me, reaching out a hand to help me off the bed.

 

I took his outstretched hand and followed him into the bathroom where he ushered me back into the shower. He took the shower head off the wall and quickly rinsed the oil and sweat from our lovemaking session from my body, causing me to giggle as he washed my sides and moan as he cleaned my dick and bum hole. I saw Reverend Jeremy grin and give his head a quick shake as my little prick was standing at attention once more.

 

"Looks like we may have created a little sex demon here," the Reverend remarked to Mr Keagan.

"Well, I know a way to exorcise that," the choirmaster said and with a quick move of his hand which I didn't see coming, he flicked the still sensitive tip of my cock with his finger, causing me to yelp in pain. I suppose it had the desired effect that the man was looking for as my cock went limp immediately.

"That hurt Mr Keagan!" I whined, before getting a ruffle on my hair for my troubles.

"Come on, let's go and get some food and start to introduce you to people," Reverend Jeremy said.

 

I was dressed in a small thong, its string going straight into my crack leaving my bum cheeks completely bare. Mr Keagan told me that it would make me more appealing when I lost my trousers later. I guess that the bum fucking I had just received wasn't the only one I was going to get tonight.


"Mr Keagan, why do the judges want to have sex with us boys?" I asked, innocently.

"Well, Liam, it's because when they look at you, they see an image of perfection and they will feel attracted to that image," he replied, as I pulled on my grey trousers.

"And like all of God's creations, you are to be beloved and enjoyed," Reverend Jeremy added, helping me into my shirt, pausing to do the buttons up. It was a pale lavender shirt that I initially turned my nose up at, but when I looked in the mirror, it did make me look nice. I giggled as the Reverend tucked the shirttails into my trousers, making sure that he copped one last feel of my groin before we headed out and down to the restaurant.

 

It was heaving! We finally found a table that had two other men and two boys who were a little older than me. Tony and Dave were both thirteen, and their voices squeaked and croaked as they chatted about football. They gave me a cursory glance before seeming to decided that I was not worthy of their attention. However, the two men happily greeted us as we sat down. Mr Keagan knew both of them, so I was guessing that there must be a choirmaster union or group or something. I was introduced to the pair, finding out their names were Harry Jackson and Peter Simmons. Mr Jackson looked to be older than the Reverend, maybe in his sixties even. He had no hair and a big belly and he dribbled his drink a lot. He was actually pretty disgusting. Mr Simmons was the opposite. He was young, really young, maybe only twenty five or something. He had messy black hair, a bit like Harry Styles from One Direction, and was buff! I felt little Liam growing each time I looked at him.

 

As we sat down, I thought that I'd be either in the middle of the Reverend and Mr Keagan, or next to Tony but I was seated next to Mr Jackson. I picked up the menu and had a quick look through it. Some of it look posh and I didn't know what a couple of the meals were so when the waiter came around, I plumped for prawn cocktail starter, I love prawns, chicken in a white wine sauce with rice, and chocolate ice cream for dessert. I also had a glass of cola, which was naughty of me as Mum says I get a bit hyper if I have too much sugar.

 

"So Harry, which one of these is yours?" Reverend Jeremy asked.

"Tony," Mr Jackson replied, pointing to the bigger of the two boys. Tony turned and gave him a look which said to me that he didn't really want to be here. I studied him for a moment, the way he sat, his body edging away from his choirmaster. He wasn't the thinnest of lads either, looking slightly overweight. Mr Jackson leaned across me to Mr Keagan and said quietly under his breath, "and I'm afraid the lad has got no chance. It's a disappointment as he has let himself go, eating too much and his hygiene leaves a lot to be desired."

 You can talk!' I thought to myself, smelling the stale sweat from the fat guy. As he moved himself back to an upright position, I felt his hand rub across my lap. I looked up at him in shock, but he was just smiling at me and Mr Keagan. I guess it was an accident so didn't think any more of it.

"So that means David is yours then Pete?" Mr Keagan asked. "Has he got a chance?"

"I'd say he's certainly good enough to make the second stage of this round," Mr Simmons replied, looking over at the red headed teen. Knowing that he was now the topic of conversation, Dave turned and grinned at Mr Simmons, his freckled face scrunching to show some perfect white teeth. He certainly looked good, which was beginning to cause me a little distraction, a welcome one as Mr Jackson kept trying to talk to me.

"Liam, be polite and talk with Mr Jackson," the Reverend hissed in my ear. "He knows a lot of people in the music industry and is also the cousin of one of the judges here this weekend."

"Okay, sorry Rev," I apologised and turned to look at the big man next to me, just as the starters turned up.

 

The next hour was like a lesson in how not to eat food. As I politely kept up conversation covering football, singing, the church and what other interests that I had, I watched Mr Jackson first drip soup down his chin and shirt, then he ate a twenty four ounce steak, blood oozing everywhere, and finally he crammed in as many profiteroles as he could, the cream and chocolate leaving their mark around his mouth. Not only that, but on more than one occasion, as he laughed or listened to my replies to his questions, he kept putting his hand on my leg, firstly on my knee and then each time getting higher and higher until the final thing happened.

 

"So how long have you been in the choir then Liam?" he asked me.

"About four years now sir," I replied, keeping my voice steady. "Mr Keagan and the Reverend think I'm pretty good, I think."

"I bet you are," Mr Jackson smiled. "And I bet it's not just singing that you're good at, is it?"

 

As he finished his question, he placed his hand directly on top of my groin. This time, there was no question that it was deliberate. I took in a deep breath as he slowly squeezed his hand, cupping my limp dick and balls. I turned to look at Reverend Jeremy, to see if he could see what was happening and maybe to get him to stop it. However, while it was clear that Reverend Jeremy could indeed see what Mr Jackson was doing, and as I was looking at the Reverend, I felt my zip being pulled down!!, it was also clear from his smile and nod to Mr Jackson that he was giving the fat guy permission to molest me at the table. Sighing to myself, I recalled the conversation in the hotel room where Mr Keagan had told me that I would be introduced to the people to help me on my way, and I guess that Mr Jackson was one of those men.

 

"Now then Liam, why don't you spread your legs apart a little for me," a whispered voice in my left ear. I did, which allowed the man to finish unzipping my trousers and with a deft movement, he slipped his hand inside them. I felt his fingers grip my little pricklet through the material of the thong that the Reverend had given me to wear, and to my shame, I felt my dick harden as he rubbed it with his thumb over and over. All the time that he was manipulating my groin, he carried on with our conversation as though there was nothing untoward happening underneath the table. I tried to keep my voice steady as I replied to him, but when he managed to get his fingers inside the pouch of the thong and touch my dick in the flesh, I gave out an audible squeak.

"Are you okay Liam?" Mr Simmons asked, seeming unaware that the man next to him was wanking me off.

"Yes sir," I stammered out. I could feel my face beginning to blush and as I turned and looked around, my eyes caught Tony's. He was staring intently at me, his expression one of disgust mixed in with what looked like relief. Looking between Mr Jackson and Tony, I wondered if the fat git was molesting Tony but now he was being given access to my body, he was taking it which is why the older lad was looking happier. It would mean that it was me instead of him that was going to be subjected to Mr Jackson's attention.

"So why don't I take young Liam here make sure he is ready for tomorrow?" Mr Jackson suddenly asked Mr Keagan.

"Really Harry?" my choirmaster answered. "Well, you know what Doyle likes to see and hear."

"Are you willing to take Liam here and get him ready for tomorrow?" Reverend Jeremy asked over my head, despite me now shaking it.

"Of course I am," he replied. "With your permission?"

Receiving a nod from both my guardians, Mr Jackson asked Mr Simmons if he could look after Tony before turning to me and holding out his hand.

"Come on then Liam," he instructed. "Let's go and see what you are capable of."

I turned to the Reverend and leaned into him.

"Rev, I don't wanna go with him," I moaned. "He's horrible."

"Well sometimes we don't get to do the nice things for ourselves all the time," Reverend Jeremy stroked my hair. "Sometimes you are the nice things that happen for other people."

I looked at Mr Keagan and seeing him motion for me to go, I quickly zipped myself up and stood up, taking the large man's hand. I heard a snigger and looked over to see Tony whispering into Dave's ear. I saw Dave's eyes widen and he shot a glance at me, one which I knew meant he realised why I was about to go off with Mr Jackson, which also said to me that the fat perv was also doing stuff with Tony.

 

Not a lot was said as Mr Jackson led me to the elevator. We stepped in, alone, and as soon as the doors shut he turned to me, pushing me into the wall of the lift. His hands were all over my body as he picked me up, his strength having been disguised by his fatness. His mouth connected with mine.

 

"Oh fucking hell you little tease," he slobbered into my ear. "You're mine for the next couple of hours and I'm gonna make sure you know it."

"Please sir," I started to say. "Can we not kiss?"

"You'll do whatever I tell you to!" he hissed into my face, a little bit of spittle hitting me. He held me against the wall of the elevator, smirking at me before moving forward and crushing me against his body. His tongue forced its way past my lips as he mashed his lips against mine. As revolted as I felt, when his hand touched my groin, I groaned as little Liam decided he wanted to play. "Oh yeah you little boy slut, you want this don't you!"

"No!" I squeaked out, but as he continued to molest my cock with his hand, I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck as I started to get that great feeling.

"Cum for me baby," he said as he licked and nibbled my ear and I started to ride the feelings coursing through my body. I felt my hips start to pump forward, my dick fucking the little hole he had made in between his fingers and thumb. As it had been all of two hours or so since I had last cum, it took no time at all before I was grunting and groaning and finally shuddered into Mr Jackson as my climax ripped through my ten year old body.

 

The elevator door pinged and Mr Jackson lowered me to the floor with another kiss. My legs wobbled slightly before I got my balance and as he led me down the corridor, the bask of my orgasm dulling my senses and before I knew what was happening, I found myself in a hotel room that wasn't mine. I looked around as Mr Jackson disappeared into the bathroom and I saw clothes strewn across the floor. There were men's clothes that I guessed were Mr Jackson's but also clothes that obviously belong to a kid. I picked up a t-shirt and the label said it was a child's large size. I looked at the other clothes and figures out quickly that they were Tony's. I picked up a pair of blue boxer shorts and saw a damp spot at the front. Raising it to my nose, I smelled the now familiar smell of spunk.

 

"So you like smelling boy's pants do you?" the deep voice of Mr Jackson said from behind me.

"Um, no!" I responded, dropping the boxers back to the floor.

"Well, I think you do," he inferred, his arms grabbing my body and leaning me forward, he picked up the boxers I had just dropped. "And I think you like the taste."

 

With that, he pushed the front on the boxers at my face, making sure that the wetness hit my lips. He held my body still, as much as I was struggling.

 

"Open your mouth and suck out Tony's spunk," he instructed me. "That kid sure can spunk a lot with a cock up his arse."

 

I whimpered slightly as the boxers were forced into my mouth, and I had no choice but to suck the juice out of the material. Now if it had been Dave's underwear, I bet I'd have got hard thinking about it, but Tony was not a lad that would ever have thought about. As I pondered on the difference between the two, I felt hands grip my cock once more.

 

"So, you ready to show me what you've got?" the old guy asked me before pulling my trousers down, exposing the thong I was wearing. "Oh now isn't that a delight to see. I do like a boy in a thong. Turn around."

 

As I turned slowly, I felt my shirt being lifted so that my bare bum was exposed to the man, who sighed lustily. Without words, he motioned for me to remove my shirt, which I did making sure that I placed it on a hanger so that it didn't crease. Mr Jackson bent down and untied my laces, pulling my shoes off and lifting each foot out of the puddle of trousers. My socks followed and I was left in just the dark blue thong. I saw him pick up his mobile phone and before I knew what he was doing, he had shot about a half dozen photos of me. Again, I was told to turn around and I heard the click click sound so now he had my ass on his phone as well.

 

"This will give me something to remember you by," he smiled at me. "Now take off that thong and get yourself hard," he told me.

"Please sir, I don't want to do this," I started to complain. It wasn't the sex stuff that I didn't want to do, I was happy doing sex stuff, but it was having to do it with him.

"Do you want to make it through to round two?" he asked me sternly. I nodded. "Well, unless you make me happy, my cousin will not give you his vote and that's you gone. You ever watch the X-Factor? Well, it's like that, except you need all three judges giving you a yes."

 

Knowing that my future in the competition was firmly in his hands, I sighed to myself, took a deep breath, prepared for the inevitable and pulled down the thong. I stepped out of the flimsy thing as it hit the carpet, leaving myself fully naked in front of the still clothed fattie. I took my limpness in my hand and started to stroke it gently. Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift back to Mr Simmons and imagined that I was doing this for him instead. That worked as I hardened to my full two inches.

 

"That's it, get it hard for daddy!" the gross man said, causing me to open my eyes as he ruined my mental image. I saw him putting his phone down and he closed the distance between us. This was it, I thought to myself and tried to keep a neutral expression as he pawed at my body, his hands roaming all over my body, touching my cock and balls, spreading my bum cheeks and running a fingernail over my little hole. I squeaked in disgusted pleasure as he continued to rub my pucker. "Oh yeah, you've seen a little action back here haven't you?"

"Uh huh," I gasped as he pushed a finger inside me.

"So who was it? Let me guess, Jack will definitely have fucked your little cunt by now," he continued. Not wanting to tell him any of our secrets, I just kept quiet. He obviously didn't care as he turned me around and forced my lips to his. I could taste a mix of the blood of the steak and chocolate from the profiteroles as he tongued my mouth, his hands cupping my bum cheeks as he pulled me into his flabby belly. My cock was caught between my slim frame and his larger body, friction from his shirt rubbing on the exposed head, causing me to begin to grunt as the feeling started once again. I had found that I could get the feelings over and over, having experimented one day when I was off sick from school with a heavy cold. Not being allowed out, and having the house to myself, I humped my pillow over and over, riding climax after glorious climax, causing me to end up with a sore willy, but a very exhausted and satisfied body. Mr Jackson must have sensed that I was getting close again as he tightened his grip on my body and pulled me in to him harder and harder, forcing me to hump his belly furiously as my orgasm started to hit me.

"Ah sheesh!" I gasped out, breaking the kiss as my whole body shivered under his manipulation.

"Well, I've let you enjoy yourself twice now, kid," he said to me, rolling me off him onto the bed. "It's your turn to please me now."

 

I gulped as I watched him strip out of his clothes. I was pleased when I saw that despite his large frame, his cock didn't look much bigger than Tommy's did when I had seen it in the shower the other night. It as definitely nowhere near as large as Mr Keagan's or the Reverend's and if I could handle them, I could easily cope with Mr Jackson. The only problem I could see was how he was going to do it, his belly was huge and hung down, nearly covering his cock if he stood a certain way.

 

"Get over here on your knees like your praying," he instructed me, a smirk on his face. Wanting to please him so that I could get his cousin's yes vote, I did as he asked and was in the usual position that we knelt in when the Reverend led our prayers. "Now open your mouth and suck me."

 

Holding my breath, I leaned forward and licked the top of his cock. I had to stop myself from gagging as the smell of sweat and pee hit my nose and as my tongue tasted his flesh, there was a definite saltiness to him. I hoped that it was just sweat and not pee, because that thought repulsed me. I took a couple of breaths and then swallowed the stiffening cock into my mouth. Hands held my hair and he took over, thrusting himself into me.

 

"Purse your lips," he told me, and remembering when I had been in the lay by on the way here, I repeated it. "That's it, you are a natural little cocksucker!"

 

I didn't know if he was being nice or nasty telling me that, but knowing that if I could get him to cum in my mouth, as disgusting that would be, it would maybe stop him wanting to shag my bum. I ran my tongue around his cock, getting him to gasp in pleasure. He slowly pulled himself out of my mouth, putting his hand underneath my chin and raising my face to look at him.

 

"Time for the main event," Mr Jackson said and held his hand out for me to take. My hand shook as I placed mine in his and he pulled me to my feet. He led me to the bed and motioned me to get onto it, lying on my back with my legs dangling over the edge. He picked up a tube from the bedside cabinet and squeezed some of the gel from it onto his fingers. With one hand he raised my legs up, exposing my hole to him and the other hand, the one with the gel on the fingers, he smeared it around my pucker. Holding my legs from behind my knees, he opened my legs up, bringing my cheeks with them. He placed his cock onto mine, rubbing the two together. I was right, his cock was only about three inches longer than mine. He slid it down across my nutsack and nestled it on my opening. I pushed out, my entrance relaxing so that it sucked in his stiffness.

"Oh sheez!" I groaned as I felt his dick graze into me. He rested my legs on his body, my feet touching his shoulders and then gripped my hips, pulling me in towards him, causing me to squeal in discomfort as he rammed his whole length inside me.

"That's it, little pussy boy," he moaned. "Take my length."

 

He started the fucking motion that I had come to enjoy from the Reverend and my body started to react to it. I kept my eyes closed so that I could try to imagine it was someone else shagging me. It didn't quite work as I felt his belly slapping against me with every forward thrust. I'm not sure how long he kept going for but as I felt him start to pump harder and harder into me, I was shocked to hear the hotel door room open.

 

"Well Harry, I found your charge all on his own," I heard a deep male voice say. "Oh ho! I can see why he's on his own."

 

I looked over and saw a man in a pair of dark trousers with a white shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. He looked to be younger than Mr Jackson, maybe around the Reverend's age. He had his arm around Tony, who was looking at me, that mix of relief and disgust on his face once more.

 

"Hey Doyle," Mr Jackson replied, not stopping his fucking of me. "This is one of Jack's protégés, and a right tight little arse he has on him as well."

"So will I get a chance to ride his as well?" the man called Doyle asked. I seemed to recall that his cousin was called Doyle, so this was one of the judges. "This little one here is being difficult."

 

He pushed Tony away from him. The boy shot him a dirty look before taking a seat, cross legged on the floor, where he could watch his choirmaster finish pounding my ass. I felt his nails dig into my flesh as he speeded up, his moans filling the room. I heard a zip and glanced over to see Doyle taking his trousers off.

 

"Tony, come here and suck me to get me hard," he instructed the thirteen year old. I saw the boy sigh and turn to crawl to the man.

"Oh Christ I'm cumming!" Mr Jackson cried out, pushing himself hard into me, once, twice, three times before he sighed and pulled out. He moved me around on the bed and grabbed my hair, pulling my face to his groin. "Well, clean me up boy."

 

I grimaced as I took his cock back into my mouth, licking him clean, sucking the remaining strands of spunk off his dick.

 

"Ho ho, he's a good little cock cleaner," Doyle laughed. "He's been trained well."

"Sure has, and his arse is fucking fuckable!" Mr Jackson replied with smirk. "You just have to try it Doyle."

 

I hated the way that they were talking about me, with me still lying there naked on the bed. I could feel a dribble on my crack and hoped that it was just his spunk and not anything worse. My musing were brought to an end when hands flipped me over.

 

"Get onto your hands and knees," Doyle told me.

"Please Mr, um, Doyle sir," I started to beg. "I don't want to."

"Look kid, you want to get on? You want my vote?" he asked me. "Then you will let me fuck your sweet ass."

 

He didn't mess around with any other pleasantries, he just pushed himself inside me, causing my head to throw back in pain. It felt like he was splitting me apart.

 

"Oh yeah, you can feel that can't you?" he grunted as he leaned over my body, gripping my chest. He nibbled my ears, one at a time, as he started to fuck me in earnest. "Tony, get naked and get up here on the bed."

"No, fuck off," the teen snapped. "I'm not gonna do any good tomorrow, so I don't need to let you fuck me to get through."

"Do what he says boy," Mr Jackson cursed at him. "I'll spare you the belting I'm about to give you if you do what he says."

"Okay, okay, for fuck's sake," Tony groused and began to strip. I watched him get naked and saw that the earlier statements made about the boy were true. He had a belly that showed he had been eating to excess, but the skin looked pulled and tight, like it was only recently. He walked up slowly to the bed, as if under a death sentence. I was guessing that Doyle and Mr Jackson had been fucking him for some time.

"Well, Harry and I have been talking, mostly about your recent attitude to the fun," this brought a snort from Tony, "and have decided that you are ready to graduate."

"Graduate?" he asked, his voice betraying his confusion.

"When a bottom boy like you reaches a certain age, you no longer are happy just to be on the receiving end," Mr Jackson said, walking over and behind him. He wrapped his arms around the boy's chest and dropped a hand to the teen's groin. He started slowly wanking the lad's cock which grew hard under the fat man's manipulation.

"What do you mean?" Tony queried, his eyes drawn back to me and Doyle, the man still thrusting in and out of me.

"How would you like to fuck that little bit of ass like us men have?" he asked, planting small kisses on the boy's cheek as I saw a smile break across his face.

"Really?" Tony gasped out. "You'd let me fuck him?"

"Well, it's how we all start out you know," Doyle chuckled as he pounded himself into me. Each time he did, I felt him graze across my little spot inside which was making my own dick begin to throb. "Each of us were all buggered when we were your age, and we were shown how to please men."

"Then when we grew up, it was our turn to show boys how to pleasure us," Mr Jackson added. "And now, it's your turn to learn how to make a boy please you."

"Come up and get your cock slick and ready, Tony," Doyle told the boy. "Boy, open your mouth and slick him up."

 

Doyle emphasised the point by pulling himself completely out of me before impaling me in one spearing. My mouth had no choice but to open as pain and shock jolted through my body. Tony took advantage and pushed his four inches inside my mouth. He gripped my head by my ears and started face fucking me. I was now being filled from both ends and the now familiar click click noise told me that Mr Jackson was taking the opportunity to get some further souvenirs. The hands on my hips started to tighten their grip as I heard Doyle shout out he was about to seed me. In and out he thrust, harder and harder until he held himself still and I felt his cock throb inside me. Finally he pulled out of me. Tony left my mouth moments later and once again, strong hands turned my body around on the bed. Tony gleefully pushed into me with no hesitation, groaning and sighing as his cock entered my now well lubed rear end. As I concentrated on those feelings, Doyle slapped my face with his cock.

 

"Open up and clean me, boy," he commanded.

 

I did, although I was getting annoyed at the fact he kept calling me boy. As he was using my body for his own enjoyment, he could at least call me by my name. As I slurped his cock around in my mouth, my arse was taking a battering under the enthusiastic banging of Toby. His dick was the smallest of the three, but the effort he was putting in was certainly having an effect on me. My own little prick had been throbbing for some time and as Mr Jackson reached underneath my body to take it in his hand, I couldn't help but buck and shake as orgasm after orgasm hit me body. My cock twitched and danced in his grip as he took me over the edge, my breath coming in short gasps as my body flopped around. As I started to feel like my dry cum was coming to an end, I heard Toby yell out and grip my body tight as he power fucked his dick into me. This caused me to start to throb once more and Mr Jackson wouldn't let go of my dick. I rode a second orgasm, thrusting my bum back into Toby's groin, trying to get him further inside me. As the teenager pulled out of me, I groaned as the old choirmaster retook his place and pushed back inside me.

 

He turned me around, making me squeal as his cock implanted inside me scraped my inner tunnel. He moved me so that I was sitting on his cock facing him. My legs were placed either side of his fat waist and he wrapped his arms underneath my armpits, pulling me back to him. As his lips connected with mine, he started raising himself up and off the bed, fucking upwards into my arse. He scraped his nails down my back, causing me to stifle a scream into his mouth as I felt the burn of the graze across my smooth skin. Fortunately for me, it took him only a few thrusts before he gasped out and his cock jumped inside me. He pushed me off him, hlding the back of my neck to force my head back down into his groin to lick him clean once more.

 

"Now that's what we call a good little choirboy," Doyle smiled. I looked at him and was surprised to see that he was fully dressed once more. "Tony, why don't you take him into the bathroom and wipe him down."

"Okay, Mr Harley," the teen agreed, taking my hand and helping me off the bed. My legs wobbled and I winced as the ache in my bum hit my head. "Come on Liam."

 

He helped me into the bathroom and told me to stand on the bathroom mat, leaning on the basin. He ran some warm water and with the flannel, he quickly wiped my body, paying attention to my hole.

 

"You're not bleeding or anything, so you'll be okay in the morning," he said simply.

"Thanks," I replied. "Um, how long have they been, you know, with you?"

"Ever since I was nine," Tony answered. "But now it looks like my plan worked."

"Plan?" I queried.

"I hated Mr Jackson doing the stuff with me, cos he is a bit gross," the teen said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But now it looks like we'll get a new lad from the choir and I can join in fucking him."

"So what do you think will happen with me?" I asked. "Will Doyle, um Mr Harley, give me his vote?"

"Oh god yeah, if only so that he can get to fuck you again tomorrow night!" Tony grinned at me. "I'm not going to make it through, cos to be honest, I've lost my soprano voice, but if you sing as well as you fuck, you'll go far."

 

He leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. I looked at him in a new light, different from the sneering boy from the restaurant to one who knew what I was going to go through. I stood on tiptoes to give him a second kiss and this time he smiled and wrapped his arms around me as we kissed.

 

"Looks like the two love birds are carrying on!" Mr Jackson chuckled, causing us to split apart. He was holding my clothes and Tony helped me put them back on.

"Why doesn't Tony walk Liam back to his room to make sure he gets back okay," Doyle suggested. "Then when you get back, I want to taste that lovely boy juice of yours."

 

We headed out, back to my room. As we got there, Tony gave me another peck and told me that he'd see me tomorrow morning.

 

I walked into the room and heard grunting and a combination of voices, young and old. I walked past the wall by the bathroom and my eyes widen and mouth dropped as I saw Reverend Jeremy, Mr Keagan, that judge called Carl and other man, standing at each end of two boys my age. The boys were both blonde, just like me, and were obviously brothers. And both had a cock in their mouths and one in their bums.

 

"Ah, here's our little Liam," Reverend Jeremy called out, just as another man, a tall black guy, walked out of the bathroom.

"Looks like the party is just beginning," he grinned, placing his hands on my shoulders, guiding me to the bed.

 

Oh jeez, and did the party go on!

 

End of chapter.

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