Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2009 11:10:26 +0000 (GMT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: My Choir Master

I had been in the school chior for some time when I was asked to join the
church chior. Mr James, the chior master, asked me to sign for him, alone
in the church, and I passed.

Practise nights were Wednesday and Friday, when we could wear ordinary
clothes, but during a service we had to wear the long "Wrap-around" gown
which reached the floor, with a soft "Rufflete" around the neck and two
smaller one around the wrists. He showed me to the changing room to find
one my size.

"Here, try this one on" he said. He helped me into it, wrapped it around me
and fastened it at my waist. Then whispered to me "Some boys find the gown
to hot, so they wear it without their trousers on, and in summer some boys
even take their underpants off, it's up to you. This is what I do" In front
of me he pulled his gown open, up to the fastening, revealing his bare
legs, and letting me see his nice white Y-Fronts, with an attractive
bulge. I'd done lots of wanking with boys at school, but this was the first
time a man had deliberately shown me his underwear

At the end of the first week, I had begun to notice several pairs of
trousers being left on hooks in the changing room, and one pair of pants. I
wondered who that could be, and decided to join him. Oh, walking out of the
changing room was lovely. The feeling of freedom beneath my gown, letting
my cock and balls swing unhampered, I found was exciting. No-one in the
congregation could know that there were at least two chiorboys walking up
the aisle with nothing on under their gowns. It appealled to my feminine
side, looking down at my long gown with the little pleated ruffletes around
my wrists.

Mr James asked who could read music and I put my hand up. "Good" he said
"My page turning boy is leaving the chior and you can take his place" There
were a few titters from the others boys, which I didn't understand at the
time. "Stay behind afterwards boy, and I'll show you what I will require of
you" More loud titters from the boys. "Be quiet all of you" he barked. At
the end of the service, all the boys filed into the changing room, and Mr
James came and sat next to me as the congregation slowly left.

"Now boy" he said as he place a hand on my leg "There's not much room up
there in the organ loft, and only one seat, so you'll have to kneel down
beside me. The previous boy managed to sit in front of my seat, and let me
put my legs over his shoulders to reach the pedals, but we'll have to try
different positions, ok?"  "Yes Sir"

There was a short flight of stairs up to the organ loft, and Mr James went
first. As I looked up, I could clearly see his pants up under his gown, and
quickly followed him, catching him up at the top, and getting my head
caught under his hem. "Oh sorry sir" I whispered. "Thats alright boy, come
and stand beside me". He closed the little gate at the top of the stairs,
sat on the single seat and ran his hand up the outside of my gown until his
hand was over my bottom cheek. As he described the organ to me, I could
feel his hand carressing my bottom, through the thick gown.

There was a waist high wall around the loft, and as he said, once I was
kneeling or sitting down, no-one will be able to see me, and only his
head. "We could be up here naked. and no-one would know" he said with a
wink and big squeeze of my bottom. "Now sit here, in front of my seat, and
I'll see if I can reach the pedals"

I knelt down and wriggled into the space between his legs and the
pedals. "Let me lift my legs over your shoulders" He had to un-wrap his
gown first, and as he did so I found my head was right between his bare
thighs, as his lower legs landed on the pedals. "That's good, are you ok
boy?"  "Yes sir" "Now to get up. it's better if youswing around and get
onto your knees, facing me, then stand up. Try it now"

I swung myself around on my bottom, and all I could see was his y-fronts
and that bulge. As I got onto my knees, I stumbled forward, pushing my face
onto his bulge. I felt his hand around my head, holding me there. I tried
to move, but he held me firmer. I could feel the outline of his cock
against my face, and it was getting stiffer. Suddenly he let me go, saying
"My previous page turner liked to spend time down there, maybe you will" I
looked up, he was smiling at me. I quickly made my way to the changing
rooms. The other boys were just leaving, and one asked "Have you seen his
cock yet?" I shook my head "You will and very soon" he said laughing.

At the next service, I felt quite nervous, and as I climbed up the stairs
to the organ loft I again looked up. Oh no, he wasn't wearing any
underpants and I could see his balls and the tip of his cock wobbling
away. As I took my position between his legs, I quickly looked round and
saw it just inches away, then I looked up. He was looking down at
me. "During the prayers, I'll close my gown like this" He pulled the gown
over his legs and I was in near darkness. Then he opened it saying "Then
you can have a little play ...if you like?"

The service began with me turning pages, but wanting to turn round, then I
heard the vicar say "Let us pray". The gown was pulled across, I was in
semi-darkness, but desperately wanting to turn round. I swung round on my
bottom as before, and as I got to my knees, I felt his strong hand behind
my head, pulling me to him. I made an attempt at resisting, but only
slightly, allowing him to drag me into his crotch, pressing my face to his
cock. Once again I could smell his manhood, his hand grinding my face to
him.  He began to stiffen, and I managed to ease my hands in between his
legs and take hold of it. Oh I had played with dozens of schoolboy cocks,
but this was my first time with a man. I instinctively began to wank
him. His cock got biger and bigger and was wiping itself across my face, up
over my cheek, across my nose and down towards my mouth. Lub juices were
making it very slippery, and it suddenly seemd to slide gently to my lips,
where I held
 it still, kissing and licking the juices. It tasted so good. I don't know
why, but I parted my lips and, OOhhh it slid silently into my mouth, just
the helmet at first, but then more and more of it. I had not experienced
anything like this before, but kneeling there between "Sirs" legs, with his
cock almost fully in my mouth, seemd the most normal and natural thing ti
do.

Suddenly the gown was flung back, he smiled down at me whispering "You can
pray to your god again later boy, now it's Hymn time". I scrambled round
the other way, but as I turned the pages, I could still feel his erection
brushing the back of my neck. For the next 15 minutes, I wondered what the
other chiorboys were thinking, and it was a good job the vicar and the
congregation hadn't known what was going on in the organ loft while they
were at prayer. They may not have understood why a 14 year old chior boy
had his lips firmly around the cock of the 66 year chiormaster.

Finally I heard "Let us pray", and was turned around in seconds, gripping
his cock with one hand and craddling his balls with the other. I began to
wank him quite firmly as my mouth found his helmet, then I released my grip
and eased my lips further down his shaft. I felt so warm and cosy, a bit
like coming home to a loving family. I felt his curly hair touch my nose
and lips, then he released his grip for a second, then puled my to
him. Again and again he did it, until I got the idea that I had to bob my
head. A few more seconds and I was bobbing away like a well practiced
cum-slut.

I knew that I had found my new love, and was soon carressing his balls and
bobbing up and down, wanking him off with my lips, going on and on without
a break. I was in heaven and not taking any notice of anything else. I
hadn't noticed that he'd pulled the gown back, and was watching me. I just
wanted to carry on for ever. I had noticed that he was thrusting his cock
into my mouth a little harder, but didn't associate this with anything. I
was just enjoying the 7 or 8 firm thrust that sent his helmet to the back
of my throat, and my lips deep into his pubic hair. But then 3 very big
thrusts, followed by his hands holding my firmly down on his cock, forcing
his helmet fully in. I couldn't move at all, and then I found a new taste
in my mouth. Oh god, he was cuming in my mouth. I didn't want him to and
tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let me. I looked up at him. He was
smiling and whispered "There's a good boy" his grip loosened, I eased my
head up and
 saw 3 or 4 glistening strands of cum linking my lips to his helmet, with
even more cum dribbling out. "Good timing, more Hymns coming up" he
whispered

I swung round just in time for the first tune. My mouth seemd to be half
full of cum and saliva, with more running down my chin. I wipped it off
with the sleeve of my gown, and then saw his white creamy cum all over the
black material.. Sometime during the next few Hymns I swallowed it all
down.

At school the next week I treated some of my wanking friends to a blow job,
swallowing their cum down as they pumped it into my mouth. They liked it,
so did I.

The next Sunday he had a surprise for me. "Dont sit down there today, sit
on my lap, and we'll see if anyone can see us" I climbed up onto his lap
and sat astride him. "Lean back against me and have a look around and tell
me what you can see" I obeyed and the only people I could see were the end
row of the chior. I told him and he said that would be ok.

Then he told me to take my gown off, undo his and get into it with him Soon
I was naked, sitting on his lap, wrapping his gown over both of us. I could
feel his cock pressing in between my bottom cheeks, pushing them apart, and
getting stiffer.and stiffer. He handed me a tube of gell and told me to
wipe some on his cock and lots along between my cheeks. I obeyed and rubed
some along his cock, giving him a little wank, then lots along over my
boyhole. I gave him back the tube and sat back. His helmet seemed to be
guided straight to my boyhole, and I wriggled about to make sure it was
engaging properly. I kept clenching my bottom, then releasing it as he
played the introduction.

When the vicar began to speak, I could feel my boyhole beginning to give
way. The gown slid open slightly, displaying my stiff cock, which he took
hold of and began to wank.  I watched "Sirs" old hands on my cock, then
closed my eyes and leant back against his chest. I was in heaven again,
then I heard "Let us pray" All went quiet. I was still clenching, and he
was thrusting upwards. Heavenly feminine extasy washed over me. My boyhole
was yielding more and more to my lovers thrusting penis. Then suddenly, my
love-canal gave way, there was a split second of pain which made me call
out, then the pain was gone as his helmet penetrated me fully and began
its' journey up inside my body. The vicar stopped for a second, then
carried on, as I lowered my cheeks down onto his thighs. I looked down at
his hand, still wanking me, and I eased my fingers between his legs and
began to feel where his shaft was entering me, and how much was left. I
thought he had about 3 more inches to push up inside me, but we'd have to
stand up for that, or wait till we could be alone.  As I leant back, he
kissed my forhead, then my cheek. I turned my head and his lips found mine,
his tongue flicked into my mouth, but not for long. As we parted, I looked
down. Luckily none of the chior was looking up. "Lean forward and grab the
front of the keyboard" He whispered. I obeyed, with him following me, still
firmly inside me. It was like me bending over a chair, with my legs
slightly bend and apart, and my trunk flat. He was standing behaind me,
legs bent, gown wide open, easing the final 3 inches into my love-canal. It
felt so beautiful, and when he began to slowly ease in half out and then
fully back in, I felt "Complete"

He managed to play a Hymn, and at the long prayer break, he began to make
love to me, slowly at first, but then faster, his thighs slapping against
my bottom. He didn't seem to care. Then OOOhhh several big thrusts. I shot
my cum over the foot pedals as he filled my boyhole.

Somehow we managed to dress and appear calm after the service