Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 19:17:43 +0100 From: Richard Dule Subject: Frantic Frolics Frantic Frolics Yes, I loved to sing. It all started when I was quite young, like maybe 6 or 7 and my mom noticed me mimicking some tunes on the radio, singing to myself in the bathtub or alone in my room. I was an only child, albeit a lonely child, and to add to my dilemma, home schooled. Luckily though, she encouraged me by buying DVD's and a kid's karaoke machine. Of course I became a bit of a star at my family gatherings, and got that kind of attention which at first I seemed to need at that age and enjoyed so much, like, "Isn't he a cute little angel..." or, "...a real choral cupid" But when my mom arranged for me to join the church choir, that `cute' moniker soon wore thin and sure didn't help with my shyness, making me withdraw quite a bit more. Luckily, those references soon waned, so I could concentrate on my singing with a choirmaster that appreciated my gift. I really loved singing in that church choir, and it now has been four years since I had joined it back when I was nine and still enjoyed it just as much today. My voice had broken though when I reached puberty about a year ago, so I couldn't sing a soprano solo but still liked joining in in the chorus. Also the gowns made me feel good as I enjoyed dressing up in them. The other thing I liked was the fact they had a shower in the changeroom and since we didn't have one at home, just a tub, I could have one after practice. Oh, and yeah, and the whole puberty thing I just mentioned I had learned about on the internet, where I learned and mastered manual masturbation. And now it quite often usurped my vocal hobby, like when I was in the tub, or when the karaoke screen was being replaced by the porn screen and finally by keeping the beat, not the musical beat but referring to beating my meat. Blush... I found in exploring those nether lands of porn, that my interest, God forbid, was an interest in other boys. I was starting to be intrigued by them, which meant including some of the other choirboys in my fantasies of now mutual manual masturbation, endowing them with wishful large wicks of wickedness. Then, one day, a new boy joined, and shoot did my heart and whackin' wick skip a beat when I saw him. He was a little shorter than me, with tussled blonde hair, kinda nerdy and skinny like me, but also kinda cute (oops there I go) with a nice smile. His name was Brendan and had just turned 13, which surprised me because he looked much younger. The first couple of practices we wore our school outfits as usual and we seemed to connect because I too was a bit nerdy myself, and a little on the small side too. In class he seemed a bit remote so he enjoyed someone who related to him. "Friday night is dress rehearsal, do you have a gown Branden?" I meekly asked him on Thursday. "I'm getting it after school and I'm so excited because I li... like to dress up" he replied sheepishly, "You want to go with me when I get it Cody?" Wow! We had something else in common. I nodded and met him after class and we went into the changeroom closet, picked some out and I held several up in front of him. He picked one of them and pulled it against him, then went out and stood before the full length mirror and ran his hand down it and smiled, modelling it, "Well wadda you think?" Jeez, I think you'd look better naked I thought... but I'd never had a friend before that asked my opinion, "Er... yas! Yes, it looks great!" I replied as he grinned and hung it up beside mine. As we were leaving, I added, "I like to get here a little early, so wanna meet me at 6:30?" Actually I was a little embarrassed stripping down to my underwear in front of the other boys so I usually got there early, but felt I might be comfortable with him. Besides I was now curious as to what he looked like in his underwear. He grinned and nodded, "Oh yes, I like to also" I was quite excited the next day when we met after class and went into the closet, picked up our gowns and hung them on a hook in the change room. I was a little hesitant at first then slowly pulled off my shirt as he chatted away and he pulled his off then dropped his trousers without hesitation. I got a good look at his briefs as he hung his trousers up and they looked like they were pretty packed. Great! He kept chatting as he looked at me then pulled them off! He was stark naked and not the least bit embarrassed! Holy crap! I was stunned! I couldn't help but stare at his dick which was a little on the thin side but hung down over 5 inches with the foreskin swollen from his knob and a fair set of balls dangling down. Wow! It sure was big for someone as small as him! He absently tugged on it and grabbed his gown and started pulling it over his head as he continued chatting away to me. I stammered, "You... you're naked!" He smiled as he lifted his gown and pulled on his dick again and grinned "Oh yeah, I always am underneath, it's so... so sexy I guess, and I usually change early too so the others don't see me. I don't mind doing it in front of you though, I kinda thought you might like it. And, anyway, I just love being naked. Hey, you should try it, it feels great!" Now I felt really uncomfortable, being shy, but on the other hand didn't want him to think I'd mind doing it in front of him, so I very slowly pulled mine down. My dick was a little thicker but shorter, dangling down about 4 ½ inches with a few scraggly curlies on my pubes. He raised his eyebrows and caught me completely by surprise, "You have some hairs! You mind if I feel them?" My heart skipped a beat and my mouth went dry as I shrugged my shoulders and he held up his gown with one hand and reached over with his other and pulled on a couple. "They feel nice, I don't have any yet, feel me I'm still bare" he said as he kept continued running his fingertips on my sparse bush. I licked my dry lips as I ran my fingertips over his smooth pubes then he ran his thumb and forefinger down my shaft and gave it a slight squeeze. "Your dick is nice and looks thicker than mine, what do you think" oh my god, I felt the blood rushing into my little Johnny. He certainly wasn't shy anymore! I squeezed his and it was warm and solid, "Yeah I think so but yours is longer" and I could feel he was starting to swell like me. "I think our balls are about the same, but yours hang down lower. I can squirt quite a bit now, how about you?" I couldn't believe we were discussing all of this already! Like... like we were just showing each other a new CD we just got or something and I nodded as we both now had semis. My mind was swirling as much as the hormones in me were. "We better finish dressing, we're starting to bone up!" he said giggling as he looked around then dropped his gown down and pulled on his blouse as I dressed too. We walked around and he said, "The air feels good on your dick and dangling balls doesn't it?" Man, he really surprised me, but he was right it felt good. The other boys came in and changed, little did they know we were naked underneath. I felt quite devious as we went out and took our places, Branden and I being the only ones in the back row when the others joined us. We sang a few songs then sat down while the choirmaster reviewed some songs. Branden nudged me and grinned as he pulled up his blouse and I glanced down at his gown that was tented up. He had a boner! Well that did it for me, boing! I immediately popped and lifted my blouse for him to see. He grinned and reached over and wrapped his hand around the tent and squeezed! I slid my hand over and grabbed his and OMG it was big! He dropped his blouse over my hand I did the same to him we stared straight ahead at the choirmaster as we kept squeezing. We let go when we had to stand up for the next song and it was hard to concentrate with a raging hardon. I noticed him holding the songbook up with one hand and the other under his blouse. I tried concentrating on the song when he nudged me and I looked down and he had pulled his hardon out between the buttons on his robe had draped the blouse behind it so it stuck up with the skin back! Wow it was long! Of course I had to do the same and we did a couple of songs with our hardons waving in the air! We stifled our giggles and stuffed them back in. Man, I didn't know that choir practice could be so much fun! We sat down and the choirmaster reviewed a song and told us to sing the next one without books and when we stood up, Branden reached behind him with both hands and worked his gown up till his bare ass showed! I stifled a giggle as he wiggled it, so I pulled mine up naturally and did the same. He grasped the bottom of his with one hand and reached over and ran his hand over my cheeks and slid a finger up and down the crack of my ass! Holy crap! So I did the same to him, his buns nice and smooth and when I slid my finger down the crack he pinched his cheeks together on it and giggled. Man I was horny! He worked his finger down to my hole, so I spread my feet and he worked it around then slipped the tip in. Jeez, it felt good so I fingered him and we did each other several times then dropped our robes back down. Boy! I was so horny and didn't want to go back while the other boys were there, so I nudged Branden and went down to the choirmaster and asked him a few questions to kill time. It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying with the air swirling around my bare balls and my hard cock sticking up. Thank god our blouses hung down loose to cover the tent in my robe. And to make matters worse Branden was standing slightly behind me and was rubbing his hand up and down on my ass through the robe. Finally we headed back to the change room just as the last of the boys were leaving. We stripped off our robes and I stared at his small skinny body with his huge honking rod sticking up and big balls wobbling. Man it was a beauty! He fondled his balls and pulled on them as he stared at mine so I said, "I like to take a shower after, I don't have one of home. You want one too? "You only have one towel" he answered meekly. "No probs, I just want to shower with you" I replied, hardly believing I said that We grabbed our clothes and headed into the shower room and didn't bother to turn the water on. He immediately grabbed my cock and pulled the skin back, teasing my throbbing knob with his thumb and I did the same to him. Man, it is so long and smooth and OMG it felt good. I've never felt anyone else's boner before. I thought I had died and gone to heaven, and when I looked over at the cross on the wall, realized I had. We put an arm around each other's shoulders and slowly jerked each other underhanded, smiling warmly into each other's eyes. He started to get a dreamy look in his as he leaned his head forward, so I leaned and put my forehead against his and we both looked down. It was hard to believe I finally had another cock in my hand and someone else had a hand on mine. I watched its swollen knob appear and disappear as his hoody slide off and on it. He was starting to pant heavier, then gasped, lowering as his knees bent slightly and pulled me closer to him. With his chin on my shoulder now, his gasping was louder in my ear, and I felt a shudder rack through him, "aaaccchhhh... aaaccHHH... UUUGGHHH!!" His hips started jerking as I felt his hard piston start pumping its fresh boycum, the first huge wad of jizm shooting up onto my stomach, followed by a couple shorter ones up onto my forearm and wrist which slid back down between my palm and his cock. By the time his secondary ones were being propelled, my own knees had bent and I was shuddering through the most intense and largest cumm I had ever spewed. I painted his belly and forearm too as we continued to milk each other dry, fresh cum running down our fists and pubes. We collapsed, wrapping our arms around each other, hugging, still panting with delight, and for the first time, our wilting and dripping cocks rubbing against each other's as were our sticky stomachs, erotically enjoying our naked bodies. Finally we broke apart and looked down at our messy bodies and laughed, playing with each other's' sagging cocks. "That was awesome! I've always wanted to do that with somebody, and you're the first!" he said smiling at me. "Me too! You've got a beautiful cock and you sure shoot a lot!" I replied as I rubbed my stomach. He rubbed his and we turned the shower on and we washed each other carefully taking time to have a close inspection of our respective bodies and dicks of course. We dressed and said we should get together at the park tomorrow since it was Saturday and he set the time. I was shaking my head as I headed home, my mind swirling, like I couldn't believe that when I woke up this morning and had my morning toss, that me, little old shy me who was too shy to even be in front of anyone in my underwear, had stood in front of someone without underwear, stark naked! Yepper, and then to top of it, not only stark naked but bonerfied naked. And, felt someone else's boner too for the first time. Then whacked each other off for the first! All these sexual steps, not slowly progressing like most would, you know, show and tell, discovery, but actually all at a one time! My fantasies would no longer be fantasies but replays of reality. And boy did it help out. My cummtanks refill quickly and I was anxious to relieve them of their fresh squigglies and replay Branden's sturdy squirting staff, over and over. So when I got home I bounded up to my bedroom and immediately whacked off again. Not as much fun as him doing it but just thinking of that beauty cock and that spiral of cumm shooting out his swollen knob got me off faster than ever before. And another bonus was he loved to dress up too, so I worked that into my replays, his wiggling bare ass as he lifted his robe, the tent he made in it and when it stuck out of the robe. At dinner that night, I could I hardly wait for it to finish so I could excuse myself and do it again after dinner, then in between the two DVDs I watched, Boy, when I hit the bed, I was getting pretty raw with pretty meagre results, but the cumms still as intense as the dry ones I had experienced for so long, and now, still not being able to get enough of it. Branden's presence enhanced all my manual masturbating moments now, just as any 13 yr. olds' first encounters would, remember? And a friend that loves to dress up too? Hey, bonus! We're robed rogues and I was excited about what other places Bren might take us. Choir practice not quite what you thought it was, right? Dickydoo2@gmx.com DD Chip in a contribution yet?