Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2021 07:55:55 +0000
From: Unclebill84 <unclebill84@protonmail.com>
Subject: Gay adult-youth, Oliver and the Choir, chapter two.

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Oliver and the Choir boys, chapter two.

Oliver woke with a start, the memory of last night's drunken wank,
performing for the four preteen boys he had hoped could see and hear him.
What had he done? He could be reported, arrested, put on a list that
meant he'd never work near children again, and never see the sweet boys
who had been the reason he'd applied for the job at the choir in the
first place. He swore he wouldn't do anything so reckless again, if he
got away with it this time. Even if they didn't report him, they wouldn't
want to be in a room with him.

It was early morning but daylight was creeping between the curtains and
he could see the room clearly. He pulled back the covers to reveal his
erect penis and slim torso with crusted strings of dried semen. The penis
wanted attention but he definitely couldn't touch it now in daylight.

As quietly as he could, he got out of bed and put on the shorts he'd
bought to sleep in. His erection was still obvious in the bulge but it
was a little less obscene than a naked stiff cock. He hoped it would go
down, or he supposed he could toss one off in a toilet cubicle.

He looked over at the still sleeping boys and couldn't help himself. He
tiptoed over to the first bed. Nine-year-old Cassius was fast asleep,
breathing deeply and slowly. All that was visible above the covers was
his head, one hand and the very top of his incredible hulk pyjamas. The
boy looked truly angelic in repose. Up this close, Oliver could see that
the hair wasn't quite blond but had a subtle red tinge to it. There was
also a smattering of pale freckles across the tiny nose and cheeks that
he'd not noticed before. The hand on the pillow was small and pale, the
fingers slim and topped with perfect little nails. They looked like
doll's hands, and Oliver couldn't help imagining those tiny fingers
wrapping round his cock. They might not even reach all the way round and
the boy would have to use two hands. Oliver slid a hand inside his shorts
and wrapped it round his cock, but stopped in a panic and looked across
at the other beds. There was no sign of wakefulness from the boys. He
went to the next bed and looked at Daniel's innocent face. The hair was
untidy with little curls that Oliver would have loved to stroke and run
his fingers through. The eyes were moving under the lids and Oliver
wondered what dreams were happening inside that beautiful skull. Was he
dreaming about sexy boys? Was there an erect ten-year-old cock under the
covers, tucked inside those dinosaur pyjamas? Oliver wouldn't be able to
see unless he lifted the covers, but he didn't dare.

He moved to the next bed, ten-year-old Ben lying on his back, mouth
slightly open. The boy's long eyelashes caught Oliver's eye and he
wondered at the beauty of such a simple thing. The covers were further
down so Oliver could see the boy's bare white neck and a little of the
chest where the pyjama top wasn't buttoned up all the way. It was almost
impossible to resist reaching a hand out to stroke the skin, and those
slightly parted lips looked like Oliver's cock would slide in easily. His
hand was moving inside his shorts again, pushing his generous foreskin
back and forward. He always liked the feeling when it popped over to
uncover the glans. He could almost orgasm in his shorts, gently teasing
his foreskin while looking at these beautiful sexy children.

He moved towards the final bed, where 12-year-old Olly lay. He saw the
grey covers with the shape of the boy's body, and as he moved closer, the
lovely wavy brown hair, then the face, with eyes wide open and looking
straight at him!

Oliver's heart almost stopped. Ten minutes after promising himself to be
more careful, here he was, probably about to be arrested. How stupid! How
reckless!

But young Olly smiled at him, winked and licked his lips, quite
seductively. Oliver had no idea what was going on. He had pulled his hand
from the shorts in panic but the erection was still obvious, though
already shrinking in fear. He tried to think of something he could say or
do cover his tracks, to try and get out of this, but the boy's smile was
friendly, not the victorious smile of someone with knowledge and power
over another. His shock and confusion only increased when Olly slowly
pulled back the covers and teased an erect penis from the opening in his
pyjamas.

Even through the fear, Oliver drank in the sight. The young penis was the
same golden colour as the boy's face, about four inches long and not the
penis of a child. Puberty had begun to thicken it nicely, and Olly
gripped it in one fist and began to move the foreskin exactly as Oliver
had been doing moments before. There was enough skin to fully cover it,
but it retracted enough to show the whole head as he moved his small
hand. Oliver had never seen anything so beautiful and his own cock
recovered quickly from its fear and pushed hard at the fabric of his
shorts.

Olly gestured towards his rigid penis, opened his mouth and moved his
tongue in a suggestive licking motion. Oliver stood frozen with fear,
lust and indecision, but the boy beckoned him more obviously and Oliver's
legs moved of their own accord towards the bed. Olly removed his hand
from the gorgeous cock and nodded towards it. Oliver was helpless to
resist. He got to his knees, kneeled over the bed and engulfed it in his
mouth.

It was heaven. It tasted of last night's cum, of boy sweat and pubescent
musk. The core was hard as rock but the skin that moved over it was soft
and smooth as velvet. He sucked at it with the skin over the head, then
pushed it back with his lips to suck on the bare, purple head. He ran his
tongue over and around the swelling at the top and plunged to take the
whole thing into his mouth. It tickled the back of his throat but wasn't
long enough to swallow. His tongue lapped at the smooth scrotum as he
bobbed his head, relishing every moment, every sensation. The taste, the
smell, the feel of the boy's genitals, and the desperate hardness of his
own cock pressing against the fabric of his shorts. Young Olly put a hand
on Oliver's hair and pushed, forcing his little cock deeper and almost
making Oliver gag, then the boy started to thrust upwards into Oliver's
mouth. Oliver was in Heaven, pleasuring an angel. He lifted his hands and
stroked Olly's slim body through the light cotton of the pyjamas, them
slid a hand underneath the top to run over the soft skin of the boy's
belly.

After less than a minute of this, the boy's whole body stiffened and
Oliver felt a small amount of warm sweet liquid spill into his mouth. He
kept sucking and removed one hand from the boy's body to put inside his
own shorts. He barely touched his cock before he spurted several jets of
warm cum against the cotton.

He lifted his head and let the softening boy cock slip from between his
lips. It was still beautiful and glistened with Oliver' s saliva. He
leaned down and kissed the little head again and looked up to Olly's
face, which was smiling at him. In another impromptu moment of madness he
moved and kissed the boy's full lips, softly at first then with more
urgency, his tongue sliding into the young mouth. He put a hand back on
the boy's cock and stroked it gently again, the luscious foreskin moving
easily as his own cock hardened again, having hardly shrunk since his
orgasm less than a minute before. Then he heard a noise behind him.

He jumped up in fright to see Daniel standing beside his bed, looking at
the two Olivers sleepily and frowning slightly, as if trying to work out
what was going on. His hair was tousled and his dinosaur pyjamas
wrinkled.

"Good morning," Daniel said, and walked past them towards the bathroom.

***

The next hour was a blur. Oliver expected at any moment for Daniel to ask
what he'd been doing to Olly's penis and why they'd been kissing. But the
only evidence that anything unusual had happened was the sly looks and
smiles from Olly.

Oliver did his duty by encouraging all four boys into the showers, and
even though he desperately wanted to, he didn't go and watch. It didn't
take any of them long, and they emerged from the bathroom with towels
wrapped round their waists, lovely bare torsos and bare feet. They were a
bit shy about getting into their clothes but Oliver still caught glimpses
of pale white bottoms, causing a bit of a stirring in his shorts. Olly
was a bit more laid back, and Oliver thought the boy was putting on a
little show for him. Standing up, he removed the towel and took his time
drying his torso and shoulders, the little golden brown boy cock swinging
from side to side. Oliver could still taste in his mouth. Then he turned
round and bent over to pull underwear from a drawer. Oliver had a perfect
view of the beautiful soft buttocks, and even thought he glimpsed a pink
pucker round the boy's anus.

Oliver's cock was straining in his shorts again, so he excused himself
while the boys were dressing, went into the bathroom and took took off
the shorts to release his eager erection. He stood under the hot shower,
soaped up his hands and wanked himself quickly, glancing at the door and
expecting an inquisitive boy to pop a head round at any time. Knowing
that might happen was even more erotic, and with all the stimulation it
took under a minute before his semen mixed with the running shower. Then
he washed, went back to his bedside and dressed, trying not to flash his
still swollen genitals.

After the shock, Oliver started to relax a bit. He smiled at the memory
of young Olly's cock: the taste, the lust, the extra edge that fear
added.

They were all dressed now, the boys in shorts and tshirts and Oliver in
jeans. Just yesterday the sight of those bare smooth legs would have
driven him wild with lust but he'd seen so much more now, even tasted his
ultimate fantasy, a sweet boy cock, just old enough to squirt a tiny cum
in his mouth. He was still reeling when they all went down for breakfast,
and when the boys went off to rehearse and Oliver had free time until
lunch.

He went back to the room and tidied up a bit. He'd left his own cum-damp
shorts on the floor in the bathroom, so he bundled them up and found the
washing bag to throw them in. He picked up the big linen bag and there
was a puff of aroma from its contents that stopped him dead. It was young
Olly's cock he could smell, and prepubescent sweat. He dropped his sticky
shorts on the floor, lifted the bag to his face and thrust his head
inside, the mix of boy smells like the finest perfume. He took out
tshirts, including the dinosaur one he'd seen Daniel wearing. He lifted
it up and buried his face in it, the slight sweet smell of boy sweat a
perfect treat. He put the armpit right to his nose and sniffed deeply,
wishing then he hadn't bothered so much about cleanliness - how great
would this smell if Daniel had worn it all week? Then a flash of red
caught his eye in the bag. He reached in and pulled out a tiny pair of
underpants with a spiderman print on the front.

He held them up in front of his face and saw the label. It said "age
8-10" and that was somehow sexy. He examined them closely for stains and
was disappointed at how clean they were, but when he mashed his face into
them and snorted like a pig snuffling after truffles, the smell was
delicious. There was a hint of urine, the slight musky aroma of a boy's
anus and a pleasing undertone of preteen perspiration.

Oliver's cock was hard again and he opened the fly and lowered his jeans
a bit to let it spring up. He rubbed it briefly but quickly returned his
attention to the washing bag, removing items one at a time. Every t-shirt
had a different smell, and he wondered if he'd be able to identify which
belonged to each boy by raising their skinny arms and sniffing those
lovely hairless armpits. Thinking about that excited him more and he
imagined he would first sniff the sweaty little boys then lick the yummy
boy sweat from each armpit. It could be a game where he had to identify
clothes from the taste of each little boy. He pulled out a sock, pressed
it against his nose and inhaled deeply. How could people think feet were
smelly? This was like ambrosia to a boy lover. He smelled more socks and
then lifted another pair of briefs out. These were striped and colourful
and had a slight stain on the front, which Oliver sniffed at, then
licked. He held it flat so it covered his whole face and started working
at his desperate cock again.

Another rummage and another pair of boy underwear, this time the white
boxer shorts he'd seen Olly wearing. He mashed them against his face and
took a big lungful of the musky aroma, then looked about and found little
Cassius' spiderman pants again. He sniffed them for comparison, going
from one to the other comparing the two different but equally delicious
boy scents, then he wrapped Cassius' pants round one hands and used them
to wank his cock. He kept licking and sniffing Olly's boxers as he rubbed
the thin cotton over his cock, which felt as hard as it had ever been in
his life, and only a minute later he filled those little boy pants with
several jets of hot spunk.

He came back down to earth gradually, the power of the orgasm leaving him
breathless, and he looked down at what he'd done. There were boys'
clothes scattered round the empty laundry bag, and the spiderman pants
were still wrapped round his cock, which had only just stopped pulsating.
He pulled them off to reveal a lot of creamy spunk and he wondered
briefly how he would explain that to the laundry lady, but at that moment
he didn't really care.

"I'm going to wear my prick out," he said softly. He hadn't masturbated
so much for years (since he was Olly's age). That thought gave him a
thrill. At twelve, he'd had a couple of experiences with older men and
loved it. He would have done more given the opportunity, but would Olly
be desperate for more blowjobs, or more? Would he want Oliver to work his
man cock between the beautiful globes of that bottom, into that tight
puckered anus? Oliver's mind was jumping from one obscenity to the next
and it wasn't helping to keep his cock soft.

He recovered his equilibrium a bit, pulled his trousers up and put
everything back in the bag, except Cassius' little pants, which he rinsed
off in the sink and left to dry on the windowsill. He thought he could
explain damp pants more easily than sticky cum.

When he thought he was organised he went for a walk to clear his head,
but it was hard to think of anything apart from the four sexy boys who
shared his room. He walked through the splendid grounds, looking at the
woods, the planting, the perfectly kept lawns and flitting birds, but he
kept remembering the smell and taste of the boys' pants and socks, and
the feel of Olly's young cock on his tongue, and that splash of sweet
nectar that had been his reward.

The smell of boy pants made him want to taste boy genitals, boy anus, to
probe little tight holes with his tongue, maybe open them up a bit for
his cock. He wondered if any of them could be persuaded, even to take his
cock into their mouths. He thought his own cock, large and veiny and
dark, was not nearly as appealing as a pale young boy cock, but then he'd
enjoyed it when he was twelve, so maybe.

Eventually, he went back to the school for lunch, which was good. There
was tea and juice, and a good selection of sandwiches, wraps, salads and
fruit. He realised he was hungry and ate well, while eyeing the boys at
other tables and trying to keep up with the adults' chat.

Suddenly, young Olly was at his side, with another boy who looked the
same age. He had brown hair, sallow skin, full lips and very large brown
eyes. He was gorgeous, Oliver thought. They were holding hands, which
Oliver thought was adorable.

"Hi Oliver," said Olly. "Meet Oliver. There's three of us now. We're all
in the owl sea club."

"The what?" Both boys laughed.

"The owl sea club. We're all members!" Olly said through his laughter. At
this both boys collapsed into hysterics and ran off. Kate, who was
sitting next to Oliver, rolled her eyes.

"Boys," she said. "Don't expect them to make sense."

Back in the room, Oliver sat on his bed and read. He had a couple of
books with him but he was reading a story from Nifty.org on his phone. A
young boy had just gone into a very wealthy stranger's hotel room and it
looked like something exciting was about to happen, but he kept going
back to what Olly had said. The "owl sea club." What on earth could that
mean? Owls are traditionally wise and all-seeing, and the sea is often a
metaphor for chaos of the caprice of nature, but he couldn't think of how
they combined to be a club that included three people who shared a name.

Maybe it was "owl see," and was something to do with Oliver being the owl
who watched the boys all the time, but that seemed a bit abstract. Maybe
the boys were the sea and he was being invited to dive in. He went round
in circles but couldn't make sense of it. It was obviously something the
boys found funny, and Oliver wondered if (and hoped) it might be
something sexual.

He was still confused when he heard laughter and young voices in the
corridor, and a moment later the door burst open and his four beautiful
boys entered, dressed in their choir uniforms, long white robes that made
them look like angels. All four were smiling widely and looked very
mischievous as they approached his bed.

Oliver put his phone down and smiled back. This was why he'd applied for
the job, to be with these angelic boys, though the expressions on their
faces were more devilish than sublime. They stood in a line in front of
Oliver's bed as if they were about to burst into song. Then Daniel
spoke.

"We thought you would like to see this," he said, obviously suppressing a
chuckle. Oliver looked them over: three beautiful blonds and the darker
but equally gorgeous Olly. They did look beautiful in the robes.

"You look fabulous," Oliver said. "Thank you for coming to let me see you
in your robes. You're perfect little angels." That triggered more
laughter, and Ben said, "That's not what we wanted to show you. Ready,
boys?"

In unison, they turned away from Oliver as if they were about to start
dancing, and Ben said, "Three, two, one..."

All at once, they reached down, lifted the hems of the robes and pulled
them to reveal four sets of bare legs and four bare bottoms. They leaned
forward and wiggled from side to side, laughing like lunatics.

Oliver's mouth dropped open in shock. It was the kind of thing he would
have dreamed of, but all his dreams were coming true on this trip, and it
was only the second day.

As they wiggled he caught glimpses of little pale scrotums and penises
dangling and swinging between the boys' legs. He was too overwhelmed to
do or say anything, and even his cock sat dormant in the face of this new
spectacle. It should have sprung to attention at even one bare preteen
arse. The giggling continued and intensified for a length of time that
Oliver could not guess at. Time seemed to stop.

As suddenly as they had appeared, the four backsides were covered with
white cotton again, and the boys turned to face him, all smiling and
giggling and absolutely adorable.

"Did you like that?" Ben asked. "Olly said you would." Oliver glanced at
Olly and saw a happy boy smile with devilish eyes.

"Yeah, I liked it. Thank you very much," Oliver stammered. "I could
hardly believe my eyes."

Olly stepped closer, put a hand on Oliver's shoulder and winked. "Maybe
you'll believe your hands," he said, gripped one of Oliver's hands and
guided it under the robe. Oliver was still reeling and didn't resist as
he felt firm young flesh under his hand. Olly guided him higher before
letting go. "Do you believe it now?" he asked, still with that
mischievous smile and sparkling eyes.

Oliver's hand crept higher until he met the curve of Olly's buttocks. He
didn't stop but cupped one warm globe in his hand and stroked gently, up,
down, round in gentle circles. Then his other hand moved without him
intending it. It too slid under the robe and up a lovely smooth thigh
until it met a warm scrotum, which he cupped very gently, and above it a
rigid cock. Oliver wrapped his hand round it and squeezed, then began to
slide up and down, moving the soft foreskin over the solid core. Olly
gasped a little. Oliver kept stroking the eager young cock while his
other hand made soft patterns on the boy's delicious bum. He was so
engrossed in this new delight that he got a fright when Ben interrupted
by coming close and putting a hand on Oliver's shoulder. Oliver looked up
at the pretty young face. Ben licked his lips and pulled one of Oliver's
hands away and pushed it under his own robe. Oliver's hand slid up
another boy leg and then he had one hand on each of the two boys'
bottoms. He pulled them closer, stroking the soft skin, and brought his
hands round to the front to find two erect cocks. Ben's was smaller and
seemed to have less foreskin and Oliver desperately wanted to see it, but
this was a new game and he was still learning the rules.

There was a pressure on the bed and he turned to see Daniel sitting on
the bed next to him, smiling up at him.

The giggling had stopped and the two boys he was fondling were breathing
heavily.

Daniel put a hand on Oliver's thigh and started running up and down over
the denim. Oliver's cock had recovered from the shock and was now
straining at the front of his jeans. Daniel's small hand ran lightly over
the bulge, causing it to spasm. Then small fingers were wrestling with
his belt and fly buttons. In a moment his cock was free and pointing at
the ceiling.

Daniel said, "Wow," and wrapped his fingers round it. In front of him Ben
and Olly had turned to face each other and were kissing. Olly was several
inches taller so Ben looked more childlike and alluring, but it was all
more than Oliver could take in. Daniel's hand was moving now, wanking
Oliver's cock gently and slowly, but in a way that see him cum soon.
Oliver closed his eyes, but opened them again in case he missed anything.
He looked down at Daniel's sweet face. He was concentrating hard on what
he was doing and his tongue had popped out one side of his mouth. It was
so cute, and Oliver wondered if that tongue would ever touch his cock,
ever lick the precum from the leaking tip. He took his hands from the two
boys in front of him and ran them up under Daniel's robe, over the bony
knees, up the firm thighs and found a perfect hard little cock. He felt
that there was plenty of skin covering it but the core was solid and felt
wonderful. He and Daniel wanked each other slowly.

He suddenly remembered Cassius, the youngest boy, and only one who hadn't
joined in yet, and looked over to see him standing and watching
He looked away when Oliver caught his eye, but looked back. Oliver smiled
at him. "Do you want to play too?" Oliver asked, slightly breathlessly.

Cassius smiled shyly. "Am I allowed?" he said.

Daniel turned round. "Sorry, Cassius. We got carried away. Of course you
can join in if you want."

Cassius smiled and came over to sit on Oliver's other side. Oliver
reluctantly let go of Daniel's cock and looked down at Cassius, whose
beautiful little face smiled alternated between smiling up at him and
watching closely what Daniel was doing to Oliver's cock.

Olly and Ben were now engrossed in each other. Oliver looked back at
Cassius. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

Cassius' confusion and indecision were so cute as he said, "I don't
know."

"Okay. Stand on the bed next to me and just say if you want me to stop
whatever I'm doing."

Cassius nodded and stood. Daniel was still moving his hand on Oliver's
cock, and it felt wonderful, but Oliver had already come three times that
day so he could go a bit longer than usual. He leaned into Cassius and
pulled him close, his head about level with the boy's chest. Over the
robe, he rubbed the boy's back and repeatedly over the lovely little
mound of his buttocks, then he pushed the robe up and slid both hands
under, up the thin legs until he reached the little stiff cock.

It was delightful in its diminutive size. He couldn't see it under the
robe, but it must have been about an inch of penis and another inch of
foreskin. Oliver rolled it between his fingers and squeezed the foreskin
where there was no penis underneath it and felt the tiny cock grow and
stiffen in his fingers. It still felt small, less than two inches and
still didn't reach the end of what must have been a long foreskin. His
other hand stroked the little bum and he slid a finger between, feeling a
slightly sweat damp crack. Cassius put a hand on Oliver's head and moaned
slightly as Oliver's finger found and poked at a tight little anus.

Then suddenly, Oliver juddered and his cock was spurting cum over his
jeans and over Daniel's hand.

Daniel chuckled and let go of the pulsating cock, watching several more
streams of warm white semen squirt and then drip from the throbbing cock.
Oliver was too overwhelmed to do anything, but became aware that Cassius
had made a noise as if he was in pain.

"Are you okay, Cassius?" Oliver asked.

Cassius nodded. "You squeezed it a bit tightly then," the little boy
said.

"Sorry. I was having an orgasm."

Cassius smiled down. "Yes, we could all tell. It's all over your
trousers."

Oliver gave the little boy's bottom a final pat and started to deal with
the mess. He took Daniel's hand in his and slowly and sensually began to
lick his own cum from the small fingers.

He had the full attention of all four boys now, all watching closely.

"What does it taste like?" Ben asked, staring.

"It doesn't have much flavour," Oliver said. "Try some." He scooped up
some from his still dripping cock on one finger and held the finger out
towards Ben, who took a step backwards, the came back. He sniffed at the
wet finger, then touched a tentative tongue to it. Then he took the whole
finger in his mouth and sucked off every drop. He let it go with an
audible damp pop, and said, "You're right, not much flavour."

The other boys all scooped some up from his cock, his balls and jeans and
licked fingers.

"It's not as bad as my dad's porridge," Daniel said.

"I've tasted worse," was Cassius' verdict, and Olly proclaimed, "Mine is
nicer."

The boys stood up and reordered their robes and a moment later were back
to looking like a choir of angels, just with slightly redder faces.
Cassius licked his lips, making Oliver's heart skip a beat.

Oliver sat on his bed. He hadn't moved from the spot, yet he'd had the
experience of a lifetime.

"Is it normal to be naked under your robes?" Oliver asked.

The boys giggled again, and Daniel said, "We all try to get away with it.
The robes are warm so we'd get very sweaty with too much on underneath.
If nobody's watching we take everything off."

"So every time I've seen you sing you've been naked under the robes? My
god." Oliver's opinion of the live performances had changed completely in
a second, and he'd never be able to watch them again with a soft cock.

"Usually the younger ones are supervised getting dressed, but anyone
who's been in the choir for a while is just sent to the dressing room. We
stash our pants in trouser pockets in case anyone comes in." He smiled
widely. "It makes performing more exciting."

"It's going to make watching more exciting for me from now on."

Cassius butted in. "Sorry boys, but we'll have to be back or they might
come looking for us." He looked right into Oliver's eyes. "We don't want
to have to explain what we've been doing."

Olly stepped forward and kissed Oliver lightly on the lips. "You're the
best chaperone we've ever had."

There were cries of, "Definitely," and "Too right," then the boys left
calmy.

Oliver slumped on his bed. Day 2 of 25. Could it get better? He wondered,
and his mind drifted to all the ways it could get better. He smiled.