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Little Choirboy Liam
By
Andy Mann
Chapter Seven
The Bullies and the Bishop
The next couple of weeks went really quickly. The headmaster at my school made me stand in front of everyone at assembly and announced that I had won the county choirboy competition, and everyone clapped, but I did see some of the bigger guys laughing to themselves. I know that not everyone thinks singing in a choir is cool, but no one has ever said anything to me about it, probably because most of them didn't know. Now, everyone at school knows and my worst fears were confirmed when I got cornered just outside the school gates as I said goodbye to Harry by four boys from year eight who were two years older than me.
"So the little pussy boy likes singing, does he?" a fat kid called Brian teased me.
"I bet he loves dressing up in those women's dresses that they have to wear," Neal added. He was a tall, skinny kid with lots of spots on his face and greasy black hair.
"It's called a cassock," I started to correct him but I soon doubled over in pain as a fist connected with my stomach.
"Shut up, poof!" a third boy hissed at me. I didn't know his name, but he looked nasty. He was well built, not fat but stocky and looked like he knew he could handle himself.
"I'm & not & a & poof," I gasped out, my breath catching as I struggled to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill out, just as two more punches from the lad silenced me.
"Ah look, the little poof's gonna cry!" Brian laughed at me as this time the tears flowed down my cheeks.
I was on my knees at this point, holding my stomach as pain coursed through my mid-section. I looked up at them, silently begging for them to stop hurting me. Thoughts flashed through my mind about being on my knees in front of older boys and I wondered for a moment whether to offer an alternative to being beaten up. After all, I had gotten used to sucking guys dicks at the hotel, so these boys wouldn't be a problem.
"What's going on here?" I heard a voice demand.
"Nothing that concerns you, so piss off," Neal replied without looking. The two lads that I didn't know stood a bit closer to each other, as if to hide me from whoever had just turned up.
"I think it will concern us," I now recognised the voice as belonging to James Downes, my brother Tommy's mate.
"You're picking on my mate's brother, so we're making it our concern," a second voice added. I looked past the legs of the two lads and saw Jordan Brunton stood next to James. They both played football in the same team as Tommy and both had dropped their school bags onto the ground.
"There's four of us and two of you," Brian said. "Just piss off and let us teach this fag a lesson." He turned quickly, far too quickly for someone of his size and I fell backwards having received his fist in my face. As I cried out, clutching my eye, it sounded like all hell had broken lose. I uncovered my eye and saw Brian on the ground, clutching his stomach, crying, and Jordan trading punches with Neal. James was trying to fend off both the other two, landing punches where he could and trying to block the hits raining in on his own body. Even though I knew I couldn't match the strength of any of the older boys, I couldn't just sit there and let James and Jordan take all the hits on my behalf so I picked myself up and jumped onto the back of the lad who had first punched me in the stomach.
For the next few minutes, I fought like a boy possessed. I quickly learned not to punch with my thumb inside my fist and surprised myself by cutting the eyebrow of the older boy. Of course, that made him madder than he already was and I was soon on the receiving end of his fists as they landed on my face, my body but I learned what true pain felt like when he grabbed my shoulders, pulled me towards him and kneed me straight in the balls. I screamed out in agony and dropped to the pavement, dry heaving as my stomach turned over in pain.
"You bastard!" I heard James shout out and with a shove, pushed past the other guy and punched my attacker in the kidneys. The lad went down, clutching his side and James followed up with a kick to his stomach. Jordan had overcome Neal and being faced by two year nines, the remaining lad ran off. "Are you okay Liam?"
"My nuts really hurt!" I sobbed, holding my protesting jewels.
"Come on, let me help you stand up."
I took his offered hand but as I tried to stand, pain shot through my groin and I started to curl back to the ground, only to be held up by James.
"I know it's gonna hurt like fuck, but trust me, you need to stand up and get it over with," James told me.
"Yeah, I remember taking the ball in my nuts a few weeks ago and that's what coach said to me," Jordan commiserated.
Gritting my teeth, I did as they said and managed to stand upright, despite the pain. I felt a trickle of liquid from my nose and thinking that it was running, I wiped the back of my hand across it. Looking at the back of my now wet hand, I was dismayed to see red smeared all across it. James tilted my head backwards and reached into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief.
"It's clean, don't worry," he chuckled, seeing Jordan scrunch his nose up. "Come on, let's go back to mine so we can clean up before you go home. Your Mum will freak if you go home like this."
"Not to mention Tommy," Jordan added. "He'll absolutely flip when he finds out."
He was right about my Mum. She'll do her nut when she sees my face, and that I have got a rip on the left knee of my trousers. However, I think the very fact I joined in the fight will sit very well with Tommy. It's the first time I have ever got into a proper fight, and I don't think I did too badly. As we started walking the very short distance to James's house, he lives just around the corner from the school, my nuts reminded me that I didn't come out of the fight unscathed.
"Come on, hop on, I'll piggy you," James told me, bending his knees to let me climb onto his back. He easily lifted me up and literally minutes later, we were walking into the kitchen of his house. I was surprised that there was no one home, but he explained that now he was old enough to be trusted not to burn the house down, his mum had gone back to full time work. There wouldn't be anyone home for a couple of hours, which meant he normally took his time getting changed from school and could play around before his parents came home at around six in the evening.
Jordan obviously knew his way around the house as well as he opened a cupboard to get three glasses out and poured us all some milk from the fridge. James ran a cloth underneath the cold tap and wiped my face, cleaning the drying blood from my lip. Fortunately it had stopped bleeding but still hurt. Not as much as my nuts did though.
"Still hurting?" Jordan asked.
"Yeah. I hope they haven't damaged them or something."
"Well, we could always check them out for you. You know, just to make sure," James offered. I looked at him, thinking it wasn't normal was it for guys to check out each other's nuts. Remembering though that Tommy had told me that he and James messed around a bit, I guess that James wasn't shy about boys bits, but I didn't know about Jordan.
"Yeah, I mean, if you want us to, we'll make sure you're okay down there. We won't tell anyone, will we James?" the blonde added, getting a nod from James.
I stared at the pair of them, my saviours from the fight and realised that they were both seriously cute. James was as tall as Tommy, meaning he was about six inches taller than me. There was no fat on him at all. His brown hair was cut short, not shaved fully but clipped definitely. Jordan on the other hand had curly blonde hair that reached his shoulders. He had a plump face, not fat, but it looked really nice anyway. He was a couple of inches shorter than James and again, like his fellow footballer, was slim. I glanced down at Jordan's trousers and saw a tent at the front. I guess that they both wanted to see me without any clothes on, and after they had stood up for me and stopped me getting beaten worse, then I could do this. Plus, I really wanted someone to make sure my crown jewels were okay and stripping in front of my mother was something I certainly didn't want to do. I undid my belt and popped the button of my trousers. I decided to tease them slightly and slowly unzipped them, holding them up as I looked at them.
"Are you sure this is okay?" I asked, biting my lip. "I mean, you won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Of course we won't!" Jordan replied quickly, nudging James who shook his head as well.
I let my trousers drop to the floor, stepping out of them. My white polo shirt only just reached my waist so my white cotton briefs were easily visible. Despite the potential sexual thoughts running through my head, the pain in my balls meant that my cock was still flaccid so there wasn't really much to see. I started to hook my fingers in my briefs but James stopped me.
"Let's go up to my room, just in case anyone comes to the back door," he advised. He scooped up my trousers and led me into the hallway and upstairs to his room. Jordan followed behind, carrying the glasses of milk. As we approached a door at the top of the stairs, there was a big sign on it which made me giggle. It was one of those keep out teenager at play' signs that you can get from shops and as James opened the door, I entered a bombsite. Clothes were scattered on the floor, games cases piled next to the small television that was off to one side of the bed and a laptop on the side of the unmade bed.
"Shit James, you could have tidied up," Jordan complained, picking his way through the mess to put the glasses on a bedside table. As he sat down, he must have touched the mouse pad on the laptop as the screen came to life. My mouth dropped open as I saw a picture of Tommy lying naked on what was obviously James' bed.
"Crap!" James gasped out, pushing past me to close the screen.
"Um, why do you have a picture of my brother naked?" I asked, playing the innocent. I mean, I had promised Tommy never to tell anyone that he had told me about messing around with James.
"No, it wasn't. He had his shorts on," James lied to me, flushing bright red. I guess he was like Harry, not being able to hide when he wasn't telling the truth.
"Come on, let's make sure you're okay," Jordan interrupted, changing the subject. I could see that he didn't seem too happy at seeing the picture of Tommy either. James didn't look at him, but walked over to me and sat on his bed. His eyes were level with my groin so shrugging mentally, I pulled my briefs down, exposing myself to the pair.
"Is it okay if I touch them?" James asked, a nervous twitch in his voice. I saw Jordan shoot him a look, before he turned his gaze back to me. I couldn't help but notice that he was still tenting his trousers. I nodded and opened my stance, giving my brother's mate more room to cup my balls with his hand. I had half expected him just to grab them and grope me, but he did actually seem to be concerned about the state of my nuts. He rolled them around in his palm asking me if they felt okay. I couldn't help but to stiffen up as his soft hand felt my balls and I told him that they didn't seem too sore now.
"That's cool. The last thing you need is to hurt the baby makers!" he giggled.
"Um, do you want to make sure they're okay as well?" I asked Jordan. "You know, like a second opinion?"
"Really? Sure, I'd love to," Jordan smiled at me, before coughing slightly. "Ah, I mean, yeah, it's better to safe than sorry."
I grinned at his poor attempt of covering up his eagerness to feel me up but as he took his place next to James, I saw him licking his lips as he held a shaking hand forward to touch me. I took hold of his hand and brought it to my ballsack. I sighed as I felt the second hand in the space of a minute cup them and give me a feel. My cock was straining at full mast, well it's two inches anyway, which didn't go unnoticed by the two teenagers. Jordan couldn't seem to help himself and as his hand left my nuts, his let his fingers run up the shaft of my cock.
"Aw fuck, that feels nice," I sighed.
"Shit, sorry Liam," Jordan pulled his hand away.
"No, it's okay," I replied. "It felt nice. Maybe you could do it some more?"
"Really? You'd let us?" Jordan stuttered.
"Yeah, but you can't tell anyone," I told them, giving them the secrecy that I knew they would need to ask me for anyway. After all, two thirteen year olds molesting a ten year old wouldn't look good in the papers would it?
I pulled my polo shirt off, leaving just my grey socks on. I jumped onto James's bed, spreading my arms and legs into a star formation. Hands were on my body as the two teens took their chance to explore my body. They took their turns wanking my cock. James surprised us both by leaning forwards and sucking on my left nipple, causing me to moan loudly as he did.
"Shit James, don't go too fast with him," Jordan scolded his friend. "Don't scare him or anything."
I guess that this was something that they both wanted to do, and had obviously talked in the past as James countered that I had liked it. I decided to try to take a little control.
"Why don't you two get naked so I can touch you as well," I asked. "Fair's fair after all. I mean you've seen me and touched me."
They didn't reply, just gave me big grins as they shed their clothes. I was correct about their bodies, neither had any fat on them at all. Both had small bushes of pubes over their dicks, dicks that were standing upright. I licked my lips in the knowledge that before I left this room, I was going to have sucked both of them. James seemed to be around the same size as Tommy but Jordan was bigger. Much bigger.
"Fucking hell!" I exclaimed. "How did you get one so big?"
"Haha, he spends too much time exercising it," James giggled, earning a punch to his arm.
"Yeah, but it's not me who exercises it, is it James?" Jordan shot back, causing silence to break on the room. They both looked worried at the admission.
"So you two like, play together?" I asked, my voice dripping with innocence before I gave them a smile of pure lust. "That must be so cool, having someone who's willing to do the sex stuff with you all the while."
"You're okay with that?" James asked. "You know, that two guys do it?"
"Sure, I mean who knows how to make you feel good than another boy? No girl could I bet."
"So have you, like, done stuff with one of your mates?" Jordan queried, his cock twitching.
"Well, yeah, kinda," I admitted. I did classify Simon and Stuart as my mates now. "But you can't tell anyone. Promise?"
"Pinky swear," James offered his little finger, causing a groan from Jordan. "What?"
"Pinky swear? Really? I thought we'd stopped doing that when we were kids!"
"Hey, I pinky swear!" I wrapped my finger around James's and we shook our hands.
"I've got an idea," Jordan started. "Why do we stand facing each other, and then I can wank Liam, James can wank me and Liam can wank James. Then we can swap around."
We all agreed it was a great idea so there we were, three naked lads, hands on cocks, pumping each other to the sounds of our groans. I started off with my fist wrapped around James's cock, which I guessed to be around five inches or so long. It wasn't that thick either so I knew I'd be fine if my new plan of action came to fruition. After a minute, Jordan told us to swap so I gripped the tree trunk that was his cock. It wasn't quite as big as Harley's massive dong, but still, for a white, thirteen year old, it must have been seven inches easily and it was thick. I kept blushing at the thought of having it not only in my mouth, but maybe I could talk him into fucking my arse at some point as well.
"Are you okay, Liam?" James asked me, seeing me distracted.
"Um, yeah, but maybe, could we like, try some more?" I stuttered out, not wanting to out myself totally to Tommy's mates.
"Sure," Jordan grinned. "What do you wanna try?"
"Come on, he's only ten. He won't know much about sex, will he?" James argued, making me frown.
"I know plenty!" I snapped at him. "I've sucked cock and am real good at it!" I suppose that my brain would catch up with my mouth at some point, but the need to make myself look good in front of these two older boys had reared up inside me. "I'll show you as well!"
I dropped to my knees in front of James, the boy who had decided in his head that I was just a little boy, and I swallowed his cock in one mouthful. I guess that my time at the hotel being in the spitroast relay had trained me well as I didn't even gag slightly as his cock touched the back of my throat. Working my tongue around his cock head, I bobbed back and forth, my hands gripping his bum cheeks to stop him from pulling away from me.
"Fucking hell! He's took you all in!" I heard Jordan exclaim. The only sound that escaped James's mouth was a steady groan of pleasure as within moments, I had him on the brink of spunking. Feeling mischievous, I pulled my mouth off his cock.
"I guess I don't know much, huh?" I giggled and turned to the blonde who was stood to one side, slowly wanking his meat.
"You don't have to suck me, Liam," Jordan told me. "I mean, I know I'm big."
"I want to," I confessed. "Please?" Seeing his nod, I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and took him inside. Pausing about two thirds of the way down his shaft, I took a deep breath through my nose before moving forward, swallowing as I went. I wanted to yell out in triumph as I felt his pubes touch my nose and my throat felt as full as it had ever been.
"Ah shit, he's deep throating me, James!" cried the blonde.
"Fucking for real? I've never managed that!"
"He's an awesome cock sucker," Jordan garbled out as I felt him start to fuck my mouth with slow motions, holding my head still to get better leverage.
I felt a little dirty as he said that, remembering all the times that my mouth had been used during the weekend at the hotel, and I pulled away slightly as he tried to carry on his fucking of my mouth.
"What wrong?" he asked as he slipped out of my mouth.
"I don't like being called that," I replied softly. "It makes it sound like I'm just here to be used."
"Shit, I never meant it like that," Jordan said straight away. "I meant that you are really good at doing what you were doing, was all."
"I guess, but still, I guess that cos I like it, I am a poof like Neal and Brian were saying."
"Rubbish! Just cos you like having fun, don't make you gay. Tommy isn't gay is he?"
"Jordan, shut up for fuck's sake!" James punched his friend in the arm, and not too gently.
"What's Tommy got to do with this?" I asked, again playing the innocent.
"Nothing, can we just finish up?" James interrupted anything that Jordan was about to say. "How about you get on the bed, suck me while Jordan sucks you, and then we'll swap?"
I had to admit that I really wanted both of them to suck me, so I readily agreed, letting the subject of my brother drop. I climbed onto the bed, James positioning a pillow underneath my neck as I laid on my back. Jordan climbed up, kneeling between my feet and I saw him lick his lips before leaning forwards and taking my two inches into his mouth. I couldn't believe that I was going to be sucked off by these two thirteen year old football playing studs and as the first joyous feelings hit my brain, I opened my mouth to groan. My groan was soon muffled as James stepped forward and filled my mouth with his cock once again. Holding my head still by weaving his hands into my blonde hair, he soon had a steady fucking motion going on, pumping himself in and out of my lips. Several times he got over excited and pulled out completely, but finally, with my tongue swirling around in my mouth, I heard James cry out as I felt four heavy shots hit the back of my throat. He held himself still as I slurped around his cock, licking up any remnants of his orgasm before he pulled out of me.
"That was awesome!" he cooed, and suddenly I felt a cool chill around my dick. I looked down and saw Jordan climbing upwards on the bed. He paused to lick my nipples for a moment, causing me to giggle and squirm before moving up to my face. I gazed into his blue eyes and was surprised that I didn't see the normal expression of lust that I had become accustomed to with my sexual partners. I wasn't sure what I saw, but he surprised me by quickly leaning forwards to give me a pecked kiss on my lips. I wanted more, but he had already lifted his head and was continuing to climb up and over my body. I couldn't help but giggle as his cock rubbed against me, leaving a snail trail of precum behind. Jordan stopped as it dangled over my face and I lifted my head to try to lick it.
"Oh no you don't," he laughed. "This is going in proper."
I opened my mouth as he stood in front of my head and it was soon eased into my oral cavity once more. As he set about fucking my mouth, my own cock was smothered by a tongue as James went to work on it. I was in heaven. Two cute guys, both fit as fuck, were sexually using my body. This was much better, much more enjoyable than having to go with the likes of Carl or Doyle and my body reacted in the way that it was supposed to when being pleasured. My cry of joy was muffled as my frame shuddered and shivered as my dry orgasm took hold. I bucked my hips into James's mouth, trying to seed him just as he had seeded my throat minutes earlier. I guess that seeing me climax was enough to send Jordan over the edge as I soon felt warm, slimy liquid sliding down my throat. He pulled out as he finished spurting, letting me lick and suck the head of his cock clean but I had to stop as I squirmed under the attention that James was still giving to my now sore cock.
"James, please stop," I begged. "It's hurting."
"Oh, shit, sorry!" he apologised, sitting back onto his haunches. "Guess I got a little carried away."
"Are you okay with what we've all just done?" Jordan asked, wiping the excess spunk from around my mouth with his shorts. I saw a look of worry on his cute face. It was nice that he was concerned about me, I guess.
"Sure, it was ACE!" I giggled. "Can we do it again sometime?"
"Definitely!" James nearly yelled, hugging me tightly. He kissed my cheek before pulling back, casting a glance at Jordan, who's face seemed to have dropped once again. "Um, that is if Jordan wants to."
"Why does it matter what I want?" the blonde hissed at James. "You seem to be happy enough, and it looks like you don't just want Tommy but Liam as well. Well, fuck you James. You can have them."
My mouth dropped open at his outburst and I watched him grab his clothes and hurriedly put them back on. Even though I was only ten, I think I figured out that while James may have thought that what Jordan and him were doing was just messing around, the blonde obviously thought that there was something more to their friendship that what James did. I started to get dressed myself, not wanting to be the cause of a breakup or argument.
"You said it was okay for me to mess around with Tommy, so don't say that you didn't," James snapped back.
"I only said it cos I thought that you would do it once, and then come back to me," Jordan whispered. "I didn't think that you'd fall in love with him instead."
He turned and walked out of the room, leaving James open mouthed. He looked at me, suddenly remembering that I was there and flushed red.
"Um, you don't need to let Tommy know that you know, please," he half begged.
"Don't worry, I won't," I told him. "But you know that Tommy's straight don't you. He might mess around with you for fun, but he is into girls."
"I know, but I can dream can't I?"
"Yeah, but you know you've broken Jordan's dream don't you?"
"Huh?"
"Really? Are you that blind?" I couldn't believe that he was, but I guess if he was love struck by my brother, then he might not have noticed. "Jordan totally fancies you, but I think you have hurt him."
"Crap! I didn't know, but I don't fancy Jordan, he's like my best mate and like a brother, not somebody that I could love like that."
"Well, you need to tell him that next time you see him," I advised. I got up off the bed. "Thanks for coming to my rescue earlier, and for cleaning me up. I think I'd better get home before my Mum does or she'll freak."
Giving him a hug in farewell, I scampered downstairs, found my trousers still on the kitchen floor and put them on, sighing at the sight of the tear in the knee. Mum will kill me for that. I grabbed my bag and headed out the back door. As I hurried in the direction of my house, I saw Jordan walking slowly in the same direction. I ran to catch up with him.
"Hey," I said.
"Oh, hey Liam. Look, I'm sorry about my outburst. It wasn't meant at you."
"I know. It's okay. I don't think James realised how much you really liked him."
"What?"
"Look, I guessed that you were gay and fancied James as soon as we got into his room and you saw the picture of Tommy. He just didn't know it was all."
"You're not freaked by me being gay?"
"Why would I? I mean, I am."
"Nah you're not, you're too young to know," he started but seeing my frown, he finished. "No offence, but you're like, ten?"
"Yeah, but I know what I like, and I like guys and I like doing sex stuff with them," I admitted. "Don't tell anyone, please."
"Course I won't," he hugged me. "So, we weren't the first boys you've done stuff with?"
"Um, no," I blushed. "I kinda messed around with a couple of the other boys in the competition."
"Oh my god! That would have been so hot to watch! Choirboys going at it," he giggled. I punched his side, causing him to groan slightly as I connected with a bruise from the fight. We arrived at my house, Jordan having told me that he lives three streets further along. I turned to hug him again.
"Thanks for helping me out earlier," I said.
"Hey, I'd do it again in an instant. I can't stand bullies, and I would have stepped in to help anyone. It being you just made it all the more special."
"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?" the dulcet tones of my elder brother shouted from the front door. He ran down the driveway, stopping as he took into account the rip on my trousers, the cut to my lip, and the bruise on Jordan's cheek. "What happened?"
Jordan briefly explained about James and him finding me being picked on and how the three of us took down the four year eight lads. Tommy actually smiled and gave me a hug when he heard about my punches and having given his friend a high five in thanks, and I gave Jordan another hug in farewell, we went inside the house. Tommy led me to my room, carrying my bag for me.
"Sit there and hold up, let me get some ice," he told me.
"Tommy, I'm alright now," I whined. "James and Jordan took care of me."
"Well they may have done, but your eye is swelling up and Mum will have a cow when she sees it." He ran down to the kitchen and returned with a bag filled with ice. He placed it carefully over my left eye and cheek, causing me to shiver at the coldness. "So, you managed to take down a year eight? Not bad for a singing choirboy!"
"Oi! Well, Jordan was getting punched so I couldn't not help out as they had come to help me," I told him, shifting on my bed.
"No, no, I think it's great and so will Dad. Just play it down when Mum's around," he laughed. "So what did you do at James's?"
"Um, nothing really, just let them clean me up a bit I guess," I lied. I didn't look Tommy in the eye, otherwise I know he would see straight through me.
"So James didn't try to touch you or anything?"
"He touched me to clean me up," I truthfully concealed the whole story.
"Look, I'm not gonna ask anymore. Just be careful around him okay. I think he is more into the sex stuff than he should be and I don't want you to get hurt okay."
I nodded my agreement, not letting on that the little amount that I had done with the lads paled in comparison to my full sexual exploits.
Of course, Mum freaked out and Dad gave me a fatherly pat on the shoulder when she wasn't looking. Mum wanted to ground me for a week but Tommy successfully argued that as I was attacked by bullies, I had every right to defend myself, so I got away with a warning about fighting and sent to bed early. That was fine with me as I was tired, both from the fight and from the blowjobs that I had given and received. Reverend Jeremy also made a fuss about my black eye when I turned up to the Sunday morning service, stroking it gently. Mr Keagan wasn't happy either and for once, I didn't sing a solo. Harry took my place as Mr Keagan told me that we had to have the image of innocence and purity' while performing. He doesn't really know Harry at all as he is far from innocent at school, always getting into detentions!
As my mother was acting like a hawk, watching my every move, I also didn't get to stay behind after service or practice so my hand was working overtime, pumping out my sexual frustrations. Tommy was supposed to have been telling me stuff, not that I needed it, but I was looking forward to spending some more time naked with my sexy brother. However, his attention had been taken away by his latest girlfriend, a dumb blonde called Jackie, who had the biggest pair of tits that I had ever seen on a school girl. It looked like someone had shoved some melons down the front of her dress, and I know that Tommy had already gotten his hands on them cos I overheard him telling Jordan on the phone.
I even thought about trying something with Harry as we were paired up on a history project, but as I looked at him, something just didn't connect in my head so I never tried anything with him. Feeling frustrated, and finally out of my mother's watchful eye on the Saturday morning, I decided to bike over the vicarage to see if Reverend Jeremy was around. As I cycled up the long driveway, shrouded in trees, my heart sank a little as I saw a couple of cars that I knew weren't his. I was about to turn around when I heard my name called out. Looking back at the house, I saw the Reverend waving at me from a downstairs window.
"Hi Reverend," I greeted him.
"Well good morning young Liam, what brings you here?"
"Um, I was a bit bored and thought I'd come up to see if there was anything you needed any help with, but I see you've got guests so I won't bother you," I replied. Again, I started to turn my bike on the gravel driveway but he stopped me once more.
"Actually I am very pleased that you have come to visit. Bishop Harris has come to visit and we have been talking about you. Please, come in to meet him."
He closed the window and as I leaned my bike up against the wall next to the front door, it opened and Reverend Jeremy came out, pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the feel of his arms as they gently stroked my back. He released me, finally, but stopped me from moving by holding my chin, turning my face towards the light of the sun.
"That bruising is going down nicely," he stated. "I think by this Sunday, with maybe a little bit of make up on, no-one will be able to see it."
"Make up? Urgh!" I made a face and stuck my tongue out, much to his amusement. He guided me in to the vicarage, his arm around my shoulder, and I was almost purring in delight at the warmth flowing from my Reverend. We walked into the lounge, or sitting room as he called it, and I was surprised that not only was there another man there in the red cassock indicating he was indeed Bishop Harris, but two other men and two women.
"Oh, his face, the poor baby," the fatter of the two woman started towards me. I knew that look and tone and scooted backwards behind Reverend Jeremy. There was no way I was going to let her paw all over me, even if it was in sympathy.
"Now then Jennifer, the boy is fine now. It was just a misunderstanding with some older boys at school," the Reverend told him. A misunderstanding?? There was no misunderstanding at all, they were bullies who didn't like the fact that I won the competition.
"So, I have been hearing great things about you, young man," Bishop Harris said, interrupting the fat lady's response. He patted the cushion of the couch by the side of him, which I guess meant that he wanted me to sit by the side of him. Pleased that someone as high up as a bishop wanted to talk to me, of course I took the offered seat. We sat for the next ten minutes as he asked me about the competition, well, the singing part of it anyway, followed by how my schooling was going on and also how much he wished that he could have heard me sing.
"Well, why doesn't Liam perform a piece for you now?" one of the other men said. "If he's as good as our good Reverend suggests, I'm sure he can sing a cappella."
"Oh that would be wonderful!" the fat woman gushed. I thought I saw her hand twitch as though it wanted to pinch my cheeks. Taking a big breath, and seeing the Reverend nod to me in agreement for me to sing for the Bishop, I stood up and cleared my throat. For the next twenty minutes I sang my heart out, nervously at first but as I got into it, I sang with gusto. I covered some psalms and hymns before finishing off with my favourite Tears From Heaven that won me such acclaim at the competition. As I finished, I saw both women, and one of the men, dabbing at their eyes with handkerchiefs and smiles on the faces of everyone there.
"That was simply beautiful," Bishop Harris exclaimed. "Reverend, your choirmaster and yourself should be congratulated on nurturing such a fine angel."
"I simply have to agree," said the crying man, who I had found out was the Bishop's secretary. "As much as I would love to hear more, I'm afraid it is already past when we should be leaving."
"Oh dear, what a shame," the Bishop replied, looking at his watch.
"Maybe we could change things around Your Grace?" Reverend Jeremy asked. "After all, you do not need to be in London until Monday, so how about you stay for the night and I would be honoured if you would attend the service in the morning."
"That sounds like a fine idea. I will take your offer of hospitality most certainly, but only if young Liam here joins us for a while longer."
"What about your dinner, Your Grace?" the secretary asked. "Does the good Reverend have gluton free produce?"
"Alas, no," Reverend Jeremy replied.
"Mum does!" I yelled, before blushing as everyone turned to look at me. "Um, my Dad is on some diet thing and I heard him complaining about the gluton thing. Mum said she can make some really nice stuff still. I bet she could make you something sir."
"That's settled then. What a wonderful child!" The Bishop, stroked my hair, causing me to smile as I felt like the centre of the universe for coming up with an idea that he obviously liked. A phone call from the Reverend to my mother sealed the deal and we were asked to be at my house for six pm, leaving lots of time for my mother to panic about having the Bishop for tea! I am sure that I will get it in the ear, but I also know that she will be walking on air for the next few months after she realises that she cooked for the Bishop.
The four other guests bade us farewell and all got into one of the cars, leaving a nice sporty Porsche in the driveway. I giggled as the Bishop admitted that God worked in mysterious ways' and he had actually played the lottery, winning £150,000. He had pledged most of it to the Church, but only after buying himself a new car, and some new dress cassocks.
"So do you fancy a quick spin?" Bishop Harris asked me, resting his hand on my shoulder as I looked inside the black car.
"Really?"
"Of course, come on, hop in," he told me, opening the car door.
Not wanting to upset him, obviously the only reason a ten year old boy like me would EVER dream of getting into a Porsche, I was soon in fits of giggles as he wheel spun on the gravel and we were off down the road. He drove sensibly out of our town, before thrusting me back into the seat with the force of acceleration as he hit ninety inside a few seconds. I loved every second of it, but it seemed to be over quicker than anything as he slowed down on the entry back into the town. I felt his hand rest on my knee and turned to look at him.
"So, was that fun?" he asked.
"Deffo! This car is cool! You're so lucky."
"I am indeed lucky, but not for the car, but to be sharing it with such a wonderful, beautiful boy like you." I felt his hand rub my leg, starting just above my knee. I looked away from him for a moment, thinking that maybe it was just a fatherly type of thing but as his hand got higher and higher up my leg, I knew that I had landed myself in a situation that would probably involve more than rubbing. I looked back at the Bishop as he pulled the car to a stop outside the vicarage. I remembered that I had actually come up to the vicarage to see if Reverend Jeremy would be interested in doing anything sexual with me, and studying the Bishop, he looked to be of a similar age. He certainly wasn't an old fart like some Bishops, forgive me your graces, so if it ended up that he wanted to do something with me as well, maybe it would be enjoyable. I smiled at him as he looked at me, obviously seeing if I was balking or frowning at his feeling me. As I wasn't, he took a breath and move his hand right on top of my groin, massaging my cock through my jeans.
"You seem to be enjoying this, Liam. Do you like being touched there?"
"Uh-huh. I like it more when someone sucks me as well."
"Ah. It seems that you are more experienced than I thought you were. Can I assume that Reverend Jeremy has not just been helping you with your singing, but with other things as well?"
"I don't know what you mean, sir. The Reverend has never done anything to me that I didn't want him to."
"That's a good boy, Liam. You should never tell anyone who you are not sure about what you do with other men. If the wrong people find out, there would be all sorts of horrible things happen to those men."
"I know, Your Grace. I would never tell anyone about things that I do with you."
"With me? I have only taken you for a ride."
"Haha, but I bet you want to give me a different ride," I giggled out, causing a smile to spread across the Bishop's face.
"Well, if you are willing, I would certainly like to see a different performance to your singing."
"Let's go inside then. I'm sure that Reverend Jeremy would like to join in the performance as well."
We got out of the car, my cock now causing a massive tent in my jeans. Well, okay, not massive, but I could definitely see it pushing against the black denim. We walked back into the vicarage, the Bishop with his hands on my shoulders as he guided me back into the sitting room. Reverend Jeremy was watching a film on the television, and I was surprised to see that it was a horror. I never thought that a man of the cloth would watch a film about demons and the devil. He was sat on the sofa and the Bishop took a seat to the side of him, leaving a small gap in the middle for me to sit in between them.
"Ah, Possessed. Have you heard of it Liam?" the Bishop asked me.
"Um, no sir. Is that the spoof about the Exorcist?"
"No, no. It is a serious film. It tells the true story of what the Exorcist is based on."
"Yes indeed, Bishop Harris. Liam, there is only one written account about an actual exorcism, and this is that story," Reverend Jeremy told me.
We sat watching the film as Timothy Dalton played a drunken priest who is the one who believes that the young boy is possessed by the devil. The boy gets more and more disturbed throughout the film, and at one point, he actually got his cock out and pissed on the priest and his assistant. The boy was quite cute, for a ginger, and you did get to see a bit of flesh during the film. It was quite scary though and at times I had my face turned into the chest of first Reverend Jeremy and then Bishop Harris. As the men took turns in comforting me, I did feel their hands start to stroke parts of my body that you normally wouldn't consider when trying to calm down a scared ten year old. I wasn't complaining though, and indeed, when both men had their hands on my upper legs, I opened my legs so that they could get a better stroke. Of course, they both realised that I was a willing participant and when the film finished, Reverend Jeremy turned to the Bishop.
"Here is a little surprise for you, and for Liam, as he isn't aware of it," the Reverend said as he took the DVD out of the player, replacing it with a blank one. He settled back down by the side of me and pressed play. Immediately I heard sounds of sex, and my own voice begging for someone to fuck me harder!'. My mouth dropped open as the picture on the screen showed me, in the hotel room, on all fours with Jerome fucking my arse. I saw Simon and Stuart also in various sexual positions, Simon with Mr Keagan's cock up his bum and Stuart sucking Doyle while getting fucked by another man that I couldn't remember. This was that first night of the competition when I had gotten back to the room and walked in the orgy. Someone must have got a camera and recorded it without me knowing. It was a bit embarrassing, watching my little cock bouncing around underneath my body as the big black man rode my arse, with my guttural growls of pleasure as I saw a shuddering climax rip through my body.
"Oh my, that is a wonderful sight," Bishop Harris panted. I glanced at him and saw a tent in his cassock and I knew that he was definitely like Reverend Jeremy. A hand fiddled with the button of my jeans, and I turned back to see the Reverend trying to undo my trousers. I laid back onto the cushions of the sofa and allowed the two men full access to my body. I grinned at the Bishop as I saw him smiling at my acceptance of his advances and desires and within seconds, my jeans were off and so was my t-shirt. Both men took turns in rubbing my stiffie through my briefs before Reverend Jeremy held a hand up.
"One moment, I have a nice idea. Liam, come with me for a moment. Bob, why don't you get yourself, um, more comfortable."
"Bob?" I asked, confused.
"That's my first name, Liam," the Bishop explained. "Robert Harris at your service." I giggled as I was pulled up off the sofa by the Reverend and led upstairs to a bedroom. I frowned a little, thinking that he was going to keep me to himself, not that I mind when it's him and Mr Keagan, but I really wanted to do something with the Bishop.
"Now then, Liam, turn that frown upside down!" Reverend Jeremy chided me, tickling my side. "I would like it very much if you would change into something and put these clothes on. The Bishop has a very interest in, how do I put it, in his boys dressing in a particular way. Knowing he would meet you at some point, I took the liberty of buying some things, and I hope that you will agree to wear them."
"Oh Reverend, you know I will do anything for you," I told him, hugging him tightly. "If you want me to do something for you, I will."
"You are a truly wonderful and beautiful child, Liam," he replied. He turned my head upwards and his lips found mine. I opened my mouth, accepting his tongue into me. I adored the feel of him, pressing any part of his body into mine. However, he broke the kiss quickly and led me to a closet. Opening it up, he looked inside and pulled out the pair of pink panties that I had worn at the hotel. Groaning slightly to myself, I pulled my white briefs down and held my hand out to take the panties. The Reverend smiled and moved forwards, letting his hand drop to my groin and give me a quick grope. I moaned in pleasure as he gripped my two inches in his fingers, giving it a couple of quick tugs. "Here you go."
He handed me the pink knickers and I slipped them on, adjusting my hardon so that it was comfortable inside. Pink knee length socks followed and before I knew it, I was also wearing a girls training bra. This was getting weird. I knew that it really wasn't proper that grown men liked to have sex with boys, but why dress me up as a girl as well? But if the Reverend wanted me to do it, of course I would. Thinking that this would all I would need to wear, I turned to start going back downstairs but the Reverend stopped me with a hand on my naked chest.
"Now then, this will finish the look," he said. I looked in horror as he pulled a dress out of the closet. It was a flowery pattern, blue and lilac and looked horrible to me, but he seemed to really like it. I held up my arms as he slipped it over my head. I stood and looked at myself in the full length mirror as the Reverend zipped the dress up at the back. He reached back inside the closet and pulled out a hair band, fixing it in my hair. As my hair was shoulder length, I did now see a girl looking back at myself in the reflection. It was weird, but kind of cool as well. "Come on, let's go back down and make the Bishop's afternoon."
We walked into the sitting room and I saw that the Bishop had shed his cassock, as well as everything else. He was slowly wanking his cock, looking at the tv screen. I glanced at it to see that the video had finished but in its place was like a slideshow of pictures of me. These were the ones that Mr Keagan had taken of me at the hotel, showing me in various states of undress as well as naked. I walked silently up to him and placed my hand on his, taking it off his erection. I slipped my fingers around it, stroking it slowly. It was only about average I guess, which with the memory of Jerome's monster dick back in my mind, I had given a silent sigh of relief.
"Oh look at you, all pretty for me," Bishop Harris was stroking my hair. He pushed my head downwards and I opened my mouth as it approached his cock. I took his cock head into my mouth, pursing my lips to seal a vacuum around it. I started to bob up and down, feeling his cock start to swell, filling my mouth. He may only be average in terms of length, but fucking hell, he had a fat cock. A slight moment of panic flashed through my brain as I knew that I would probably have it rammed up my arse before we left for dinner at my house, but the soft, gentle moans of the man calmed me down. He seemed as though he was a man who liked pleasure rather than pain, so I hoped that he would be gentle with me.
"Don't you think he looks so pretty?" Reverend Jeremy interrupted my thoughts and I glanced sideways to see that he too was now naked. I pulled my mouth off the Bishop's cock and shuffled slightly to the side, licking my lips as I gobbled up my Reverend's love tool. As I started my licking and slurping of Reverend Jeremy's cock, I felt the Bishop get up off the sofa and move so that he was positioned behind me. The material of the dress was lifted up and I felt a hand stroke my bum cheeks through the cotton panties.
"Oh, aren't those just the cutest little bum cheeks that you've ever seen?" the Bishop murmured. I was getting the idea that he really liked my body, and groaned into the cock in my mouth as he slipped a finger inside the back of the knickers. He teased it at the top of the valley of my crack before pushing it downwards, finding my hole. My cock strained against the front of the underwear as he pushed a finger inside me, causing me to yelp slightly at the sudden intrusion. "Oh that arse is so tight, I can't wait to get my cock inside you."
"Well, we have plenty of time," Reverend Jeremy told him. "There are four hours before we need to go around Liam's house for dinner. I think it would be nice to take him home with a bum load of spunk inside him don't you?"
"Oh most certainly," the Bishop replied. Of course, I wasn't having any say in the matter, with my mouth still wrapped around my Reverend's cock. I felt an arm loop around my stomach and I was suddenly lifted up, from my knees and turned to face the Bishop. Lips found mine and as he forced his tongue into my mouth, which I willingly sucked on, his hands were rubbing all over my chest, squeezing the fake tits that were in the bra. After a few minutes of being molested like this, he spun me around and pushed me over the arm of the sofa. I felt the knee length dress lifted up and placed onto my back. "Now then little girlie boy, are you ready to be fucked like a proper little pussy should be?"
I didn't really the name calling, it reminded me of my encounter with the bullies, but knowing that the Bishop must like his boys dressed up as girls and acting like them, I responded with a squeaked positive. My knickers were pulled down to my ankles and I felt breath on my buttocks. Hands parted my bum cheeks and dampness entered my hole. The bloke had a tongue that seemed to be as big as his cock as it probed and pushed against my pucker, causing me to squirm and moan in pleasure as he licked all around my hole.
"Lube me up Jeremy, I'm gonna fuck your perfect little choirboy until he begs me to stop," the Bishop announced.
"Now then Bob, remember my rules. Go in gentle or else I won't allow you to have him at all," Reverend Jeremy stated.
"Oh Jeremy, you know I wouldn't really hurt one of our boys. I know that I've got a thick cock, so I will ease it in, but I just liked the way that Liam's body shivered as I said that," he chuckled, and it was true, my whole body had quivered under the threat of anal assault. My brain was screaming out for me to try to escape the ass pounding it sounded like I was about to receive but my cock had other ideas. It was hard as a steel nail, shuddering in anticipation of my prostate being rubbed over and over by the thickness of the Bishop.
"Please Your Grace, fuck my little hole as hard as you want," I heard a small voice saying, before being shocked to recognise it as my own.
"That's my little cherub," Bishop Bob smiled. I saw him coat his fingers with lube and I gritted my teeth, pushing out like I was taking a dump as he fucked my arse with two of his thick digits. I grunted in pleasure as he found my little love nub and as he returned to it repeatedly, I was soon panting and sweating under the sexual assault. "Now I'm adding a third. Tell me if it's too much." At least he did show that he had concern for his boy! I felt my hole stretch as he twisted his three fingers inside me, loosening me up for his cock. It all became too much for my pleasure zone in my brain and I yelled out, gripping the cushioned material of the sofa as I rode my climax, humping my dick into the soft arm, forcing more and more of the Bishop's fingers inside me.
"CUMMING!" I screamed as I lost control of my body, my legs shaking at the intensity of my orgasm. My hair matted to my forehead with sweat and I lay, gasping for breath.
"Now you're ready!" Bishop Bob chuckled, and he pressed his cock head against my now vacant pucker. Harley had told me at the hotel that the best time to enter a tight hole was immediately after a climax so I knew what was coming, if you'll pardon the pun. Pushing out once more, I felt the thick head pop through my anal defences and I whimpered in sudden pain. The Bishop stopped his entry but I begged him to continue. I needed to feel him inside me, to make me his for the short time we were having. A hand gently stroked my hair and looking up, I saw Reverend Jeremy smiling down at me, obviously pleased that I was fulfilling his need for me to be taken by the Bishop. Inch by inch, I felt the fat cock squeeze inside me, opening me up with each push until finally, I felt his heavy balls slap against me. "That's it, I'm all inside you, you wonderful angel."
"Please sir, please fuck me good and hard," I begged. My cock had already regained its life and was poking me in my pubic bone area, as I was still too small to hit my stomach! And fuck me good and hard he did. I felt him lean forwards and grab me underneath my shoulders, looping his arms around them, pressing his chest into my back. From this angle, he pistoned his cock in and out of my arse, his balls slapping against my flesh with every forceful entry. There was no teasing, no love, no playfulness about it. This was just raw, hard sex and I was loving every minute of it. My own cock was being rubbed and scraped across the arm of the sofa as my body was shunted with every thrust from the Bishop. I couldn't hold back any longer and with another strangled cry, my body gave into a second orgasm, quivering under the weight of the older man on top of me. My bum hole clenched and squeezed as it is want to do during my climax and this must have pushed the Bishop over the edge as he yelled out in his own pleasurable shout, ramming his cock into me hard, harder than before. Four, five maybe six times I felt like my innards were being ripped apart by the forcefulness of his entry before he lay limply on top of me, catching his breath.
"That was incredible! You still feel like a virgin, despite all the sex that you've been having," he gushed at me. "This one is a definite keeper Jeremy!"
"Oh I know, and Liam loves it so much as well, don't you my child?" Reverend Jeremy asked.
"Um, mostly sir," I replied honestly. "I liked it with Harley and Simon and Stuart, and with Jerome. Oh and with you of course. But I didn't like Carl or that fat bloke."
"Well, as long as you are enjoying it, we may as well let your enjoyment continue. Reverend, would you like to take my place?" the Bishop asked as he pulled out of my arse.
"Most certainly," the Reverend replied, stripping out of his cassock. "I know that Liam likes my cock."
I groaned as Reverend Jeremy took his place behind my body and without hesitation, he pushed his cock straight into my waiting and open hole. I whimpered in joy as I felt my mentor sliding in and out of my bum. His hands held my hips as he pumped himself into me. I tried to push myself back against him, squeezing my hole to try to give him the ultimate pleasure and he must have appreciated it as he stroked my back through the dress as he continued to fuck my bum. I had gotten used to his little idiosyncrasies, angling himself to give me my pleasure, before thrusting hard and firm, making me grunt in a mixture of pain and pleasure before I heard him groan as his cock pulsed inside my innards. I guessed that he was filling up my bum with his spunk, adding to that of Bishop Bob's but for a change, my body didn't fully react like normal. My cock ached in its hardness and as Reverend Jeremy pulled out of me, Bishop Bob turned my body over, my upper body arcing over the arm of the sofa, leaving my stiffie poking up and exposed. It was swallowed by the Bishop as he sucked me, poking two fingers inside me as he sucked me to my eventual third orgasm of the afternoon. As I lay there, panting and gasping, I stared at my two religious leaders.
"Now that is what a choirboy ought to be like," Bishop Bob said.
"Liam is a wonderful little cherub, and I know that he is going to be fine," Reverend Jeremy added. "We have got the Regional Finals coming up next month, and I think that Mr Keagan and myself will need to spend a lot of time making sure that he is ready."
"I think I will have to pencil in some time to come along and support the boy," the Bishop added. "But for now, I think we can take the time to pleasure him again."
And pleasure me, and themselves, they did. For the next three hours, my bum was fucked, my cock was sucked and my mouth was wrapped around cocks that were oozing cum and my own bum juices. I was stripped naked, bent over the sofa more than once, put on all fours as they took turns in fucking me doggy style before finally the Reverend took me upstairs and showered the sweat and cum from my body. Dressing me back in my clothes, and themselves in their cassocks, we made the short journey back to my house, where my mother gushed over the Bishop, delighted that she was actually serving her food to such a high clergy member.
As I undressed myself to go to bed, after the Bishop and Reverend Jeremy had left, my Dad knocked and came into my room. I was on the verge of flaking out so I carried on stripping out of my clothes to get ready for bed.
"It was such a good idea of yours to invite the Bishop to tea," Dad said. "Your mother will be on a high for months now."
"I guessed she would, which is why I said it."
"And the Bishop seemed to be pleased with your performance in the competition."
I giggled as it wasn't my singing performance that the Bishop was impressed with. But of course, I couldn't tell my Dad that. I yawned, pausing in my undressing as I pulled my t shirt over my head. I felt my Dad's strong hands take over my tired efforts at taking off my top and suddenly I was stood there, naked except for my briefs. My underwear that I could feel the dampness at the rear from where the cum of my two fuckers had leaked out. I turned to get into my bed, pulling the duvet back, but my Dad stopped me.
"You've been sleeping without these for a couple of weeks now, so let's get you comfortable," Dad told me. He slipped his hands down my hips and pulled my underpants down and let them drop to the floor. I knew that I should cover up, but my tiredness was sweeping through my body. I stood in front of him, in all my naked glory, my limp cock dangling by my little ballsack. Dad picked me up into his arms, and threw me onto my bed. His hands followed up by tickling my sides, causing me to break out in a fit of laughter.
"Go to sleep now son," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "You've got service tomorrow."
And I went to sleep, dreaming sweet dreams of cock and cum and sex.
End of chapter.
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