Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2016 11:39:44 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: English Choirboys Part 2

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This story is entirely fictitious. The characters are not real and the
events did not happen. This part involves sexual activity between boys aged
11 and 14. If this sort of material is forbidden to for whatever reason
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ENGLISH CHOIRBOYS PART TWO

It was a Saturday and the choir had been requested to sing for a wedding in
the Abbey. The boys looked forward to occasions like this as they would
each receive a little cash, unlike the regular services which were
unpaid. Eleven-year-old Charlie was making his way along the cloisters to
the choir-school (the room where the boys would have their choir
practices). He knew he was a little early but he didn't mind as he had a
copy of `Kick', his favourite soccer magazine, to read until the other boys
arrived. He lifted the latch on the door and went into the choir-school
room. To his surprise, he wasn't the first there after all. On the far side
of the room, partly concealed by a cupboard full of music and a stack of
rickety chairs, two other boys suddenly leapt apart in a fluster at
Charlie's unexpected appearance. One was Charlie's best friend, Alfie, who
was the same age and the other was Joshua, the head chorister. They both
looked embarrassed as they hastily fumbled to rearrange clothing. They had
clearly been up to mischief, thought Charlie, but he pretended not to
notice and greeted them in the best matter-of-fact way he could.

"Hi, guys," he said, "How's things?"

"You're early," Alfie replied, "the wedding's not on for ages yet."

"It looks like you're early, too," said Charlie, sitting down with his
magazine and pretending he hadn't noticed the slight panic of his two pals.

He feigned interest in the magazine, kindly allowing the two boys to gather
themselves. Joshua and Alfie exchanged glances that suggested it had been a
close call but they had got away with what they had been up to. As for
Charlie, he knew precisely what had been going on; he only had to cast his
mind back a few weeks to a very similar event to which he was party.

He recalled it vividly. Evensong had just finished and the boys were
leaving when Joshua held Charlie back.

"Are you in a hurry today?" the older boy had said.

"Nope, why?"

"Well, you've got that solo coming up, haven't you? Your first one, isn't
it?"

"Yeah, scary!"

"I just wondered if you might like to sing it to me, sort of like an extra
practice, just to get a bit more confident."

"Well, I could, I suppose, if you reckon it would help."

"Yes, I think it would. It'll only take a few minutes."

The two boys had reached the choir-school door.

"Let's go in here," suggested Joshua, leading the way.

To begin with, everything had proceeded innocently. They'd found the music
copies and Joshua had given Charlie the starting note on the piano. Then
he'd sat down and listened to the younger chorister sing the solo. It was a
brief passage but demanded good breath control in order to float the high
notes. Charlie sang.

"That was great," smiled Joshua, "Well done."

"Thanks," replied Charlie, "Do you think it sounds okay?"

"Yeah, the top B flat was lovely."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I used to sing that solo but these days I can't manage the
high notes."

"I suppose your voice is changing," Charlie went on.

"Yes, I don't reckon I'll be a chorister for much longer."

"We can't sing like angels for ever! Everyone grows up sooner or later."

Joshua had wandered over and was now next to Charlie.

"I'm certainly growing," he said, "look how much taller I am next to you."

Indeed, he stood several inches above the eleven-year-old and Charlie
confirmed it with a rough measurement, placing a hand on his head and
sliding it forward until it rested on Joshua's shoulders. "You're way
taller than me," he added in confirmation.

"Not just taller," Joshua responded, "I'm growing all over!"

"I can see that," Charlie laughed, "You've even got some fluff on your
face!"

Joshua ran a finger along the delicate fuzz that was emerging above his top
lip.

There was a momentary pause as if neither boy knew what to say next. Joshua
broke the silence.

"I've got other fuzz in other places, too," he whispered.

"You mean...?" said Charlie, his eyes glancing down at Joshua's groin.

"Yeah, I do mean!" grinned Joshua,

There was another pause. This time it was Charlie who continued.

"Can I see?" he asked, "I haven't ever seen real pubes close up."

"I'll show you mine," offered Joshua, "but then you've got to show me
yours."

"But I don't have any pubes yet!"

"That's okay, maybe if I take a close look I might see some little ones
starting."

"You've gotta go first, though," said Charlie.

"Only if you promise that you'll show afterwards."

"Okay, I promise."

"Sit there, then," Joshua instructed.

Charlie sat on a wooden chair and Joshua came and stood right in front of
him, unzipping his trousers. He loosened the waist, pulling it down around
his hips to reveal his underpants. There was a little piss stain but
Charlie didn't even notice, his eyes drawn to the obvious lump pushing the
front outwards.

"You've got a stiffy!" Charlie remarked as the bulge throbbed and quivered
beneath the fabric.

Joshua didn't answer but deftly pulled the elasticated waistband down
allowing the adolescent member to bounce free. It stood up rigidly, almost
flat against the smooth tummy, in the way that only boys can achieve.

"Wow! It's a whopper!" Charlie gasped. At 4.5 inches, it was a lot bigger
than Charlie's and was certainly the biggest one he'd ever seen in the
flesh.

"Yeah, five inches!" Joshua fibbed, "and growing bigger ever day!"

Charlie admired the teenager's cock, the excitement causing his own little
stiffness down below.

"See my pubes?" bragged Joshua, "Neat, ain't they!"

"Yeah, amazing!"

"You wanna touch?"

Charlie reached up and ran his fingers through the little wiry bush perched
above the base of Joshua's erection. He chuckled as the little hairs sprang
back into little coils.

"You wanna hold my dick, too?"

Charlie touched Joshua's member, tentatively at first but then with more
assurance until he had a firm grasp of the hot, hard rod. Joshua sighed
appreciatively, enjoying the sensation of the boy's grip on his hardness.

"Your turn now," Joshua said after a few more moments of self-indulgence.

Charlie stood and undid his own trousers, pulling them open. He pulled his
shirt up with one hand and revealed his slender belly. His other hand
yanked his briefs down exposing his stiff little boycock for Joshua's
examination.

"Nice dick!" Joshua commented, reaching a hand out to the dainty morsel of
boyflesh. It stood out at right-angles, twitching in its three-inch
fullness. Joshua toyed with it, easing the tight foreskin back a little and
feeling it pulse between his fingers.

"See," Charlie muttered, "No hairs!"

"Let me take a closer look," said Joshua, kneeling down in front of his
young friend and looking closely at the lily-white groin. He ran a
fingertip around the base of the little cock.

"Can you see any?"

"Some tiny ones...wait, here's one that starting!" Joshua had found a
single hair. It was very small but somehow different from the delicate hint
of fluff. "Your first real pube!" he laughed.

"Cool!" grinned Charlie, looking for himself.

The two boys stood for a while longer, comparing erections, until Charlie
came back to earth.

"Shit! I'd better get going," he said, quickly dressing himself once more.

"Aw! Really?" Joshua complained, "I was gonna show you something else."

"Sorry, Josh, my mum will kill me if I'm late,"

"But you'll love it," Joshua urged.

"Better not...another time, okay?"

Joshua reluctantly pulled his trousers back up, awkwardly forcing his rigid
teencock back inside his underpants. Seeing Charlie exposed like that had
really turned him on. He needed to satisfy that urge in the only way he
knew and having the younger boy watching – or, better still, helping
– would have been amazing.

"See you tomorrow," said Charlie, oblivious to what he was about to miss
and heading out of the choir-school.

And now, here he was again in the same place. It was obvious to him that
Joshua and Alfie had been replaying the event. Looking up at Alfie he could
see the boy still had his flies undone, for goodness sake! No doubt Joshua
had instigated it, he thought. He wondered if Joshua had used the same
`chat up' line, talking about growing up and then the
I'll-show-mine-if-you-show-yours routine. Then he found himself wondering
what Alfie's cock was like. He'd seen it a couple of times in the toilets
when they were peeing but that hadn't been a proper look. Did he have any
pubes yet? Was it bigger than his? All of this had resulted in a rush of
blood to his own little cock which was now pressing hard against the front
of his trousers. He had to know what had happened. He had to see Alfie's
cock. He had to have another look at Joshua's cock. He had to discover what
it was that Joshua was going to show him. He didn't understand the lustful
feelings he now had but he knew he had to act on them. He didn't have to
wait long to broach the subject.

"Back in a minute," said Joshua. One of his responsibilities as head
chorister was to ensure all the necessary music was out on the choir stalls
for each service and he disappeared off to the Abbey to check things were
as they should be leaving Charlie and Alfie alone.

Alfie was gazing out of the ancient leaded window and Charlie was still
under the pretense of reading his magazine. He broke the silence.

"Big, isn't it?" he asked matter-of-factly, without even looking up.

"What is?" Charlie replied.

"Joshua's willy."

Charlie looked embarrassed. "I've no idea," he responded.

"That's funny, then, especially as I just caught you both in the act."

"We weren't doing anything."

"It's okay. Joshua's shown it to me before."

"When?"

"A few weeks back."

"You're just saying that, I don't believe you."

"It's true. He got it out and it was all stiff. I saw his hairs and
everything."

Charlie calmed down, relieved that his friend was in the same position so
wasn't going to let on to anyone else.

"He's shown me a couple of times, actually," he confessed, "but this time
he said he wanted to wank it off."

"He was gonna wank in front of you?"

"Yeah, he said he wanted to show me the sticky stuff."

"Spunk," Charlie corrected, "it's called spunk."

"Can you make it yet?" Alfie asked.

"No, not yet...but I've been trying for ages."

"Me too."

"I just get that fuzzy feeling sometimes but no spunk."

"What fuzzy feeling?"

Their conversation was interrupted as the door opened and a couple of other
choristers arrived for the wedding.

A few minutes later the boys were all gathering in the vestry putting on
their cassocks and ruffs. Charlie and Alfie found a moment together out of
earshot.

"So," Alfie whispered, "What fuzzy feeling?"

"The one you get when you play with your willy."

Alfie still looked puzzled.

"Haven't you ever had that feeling?" Charlie went on with Alfie still
looking blank.

"No," he whispered, "How do you make it happen?"

"Tell you what," suggested Charlie, fastening the button on the back of his
frilly ruff, "I'll show you after the wedding, okay?"

Alfie grinned.

During the wedding, Charlie planned things in his mind. There would be a
couple of hours between the wedding and then having to return to the Abbey
for the regular Evensong. He'd invite Alfie back to his home which was only
a brief walk from the Abbey. He would hopefully get to see Alfie's stiff
cock and then teach him about dry orgasms (even though he had no idea that
this is what they were). Then it came to him in a flash. He could invite
Joshua, too! That way he'd get to see real spunk! He couldn't wait for the
service to end!

As soon as the bride and groom had disappeared down the aisle, the boys
processed solemnly back to the vestry where they removed their choirboy
vestments and transformed from angels to devils in an instant. Then Charlie
seized his opportunity and beckoned to Alfie and Joshua.

"Hey, do you two want to come back to mine for a bit?" he offered, "It'll
save you having to go all the way back home and then have to come all the
way back for evensong."

"Yeah, cool," Alfie smiled knowingly, "I'll text my mum to let her know."

Joshua was a little puzzled.

"Really?" he said, "Why would I want to spend the afternoon with you two
squirts?"

"We might be squirts," Charlie said conspiratorially, then in a whisper,
"but you're the one who really can squirt and we wanna see it!"

Joshua could hardly believe his good fortune. Two sweet boys were offering
to have fun with him!

"Yeah, okay then," he beamed, following Charlie and Alfie along the
cloisters and out of the Abbey.