Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2002 13:44:18 -0700
From: Dave <medlar@ziplip.com>
Subject: Chorister Head

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I met Jeremy by pure chance. It was one of those knife edge pieces of fate.

I was 17 at the time and a music student studying at a sixth form college
in a small town in England.  I was taking A levels in music and English
literature and was studying the piano and clarinet. I was also in the
school choir which was of mixed sex. The choir was composed of music and
other students from 16 to 18, plus a couple of teachers interested in
singing, as well as the 2 music teachers themselves.

My music teachers said I had an excellent baritone voice. I didn't know
about that but took their word for it.

One of the teachers who was a lady teacher asked me if I would consider
joining the local church choir of which she was a member. I said this was
clearly not possible because then, as now, I was an Athiest. She said this
was unimportant and even confided in me that she was of a similar
pursuasion. She asked me not to mention it to anyone else though.

I ummed and aarghed for a long time as I did not fancy all the pomp and
circumstance that went with being in a church choir as well as having to
wear a cassock and surplice.

I changed my mind though when it suddenly dawned on me I may get to see
some nice young choirboys.  Now I was a young man obsessed with boys-I
still am as a matter of fact. I had even had a relationship with a 13 year
old boy at school when I was of similar age.

I had also had an innocuous relationship with my 9 year old nephew, which
was just tickling really with the occasional gentle grabbing of his willy,
with his pants on mostly, when I babysat him.

I went to my first choir practice with the lady teacher, who introduced me
to the choirmaster and the other students, which included some men and
women and also the young choristers, of which there were 2 girls and 9
boys.

Of the boys, several were very young and one of around 12 was too fat for
my tastes. This left two lads of 12 and 13. The 12 year old was blond and
very nice but the 13 year old was an absolute dish and I nearly came in my
pants when I was introduced to "Jeremy," who seemed quite shy but said a
lovely "hello" to me.

I was immediately smitten and fell head over heels in love with him. I
wanted to get to know Jeremy better and I did everything in my power to get
close to him. I suppose people will accuse me of grooming him but I never
knew this at the time.

I made sure that over a period of a few weeks I got to stand directly
behind him in the choir.  I lusted over this boy's luscious body and
slowly, as I got to know him better, I realised that I was not just
sexually besotted with him, but I loved everything about him- his voice,
his mind, his whole being. What I was feeling, I think, was total love.

He also sang like an angel and was in fact the head chorister.

I managed to find a picture of him with other members of the choir in the
vestry and "borrowed" it for the purposes of relieving my lust.  Some of
you may find this sinful for which I apologise but when I first found it I
had to wank off there and then in the vestry, as it was quiet at the time.

I would frequently wank off at night before bed and would lay awake
thinking of how I could seduce the peach that had taken over my life.

I dreamed of masturbating him off and then of sucking him off.

I lived in a village close to town and having recently passed my driving
test and talked my dad into buying me an old mini car, I used to drive to
practice on tuesdays evenings and other services, including the main Sunday
ones.

Jeremy attended the local grammer school and was a bright lad having won a
scholarship to study music. This was good news because it meant we had a
lot in common. Over a period of a few months I became very friendly with
him and I used to take him home after practice in the Winter if he was not
on his bike.

He rode over to my house some evenings on his bike and I sometimes went to
his. We usually discussed composers or tinkled the ivories. Sometimes we
had a game of chess.

I became very close to Jeremy and him to me and I slowly came to realise he
was probably attracted to people of the same gender, as was I.

One night as he was playing I rested my hands on his shoulders and told him
he was too tense.  I rubbed his shoulders and neck and it was immediately
apparent he was enjoying it.  I soon stopped as I was concerned what he may
think if I carried on too long. However to my surprise and delight he asked
me if I would continue for a little longer.

I would have happily done this all evening but I persisted for around 5
minutes.

I had a sudden urge to tickle Jeremy and so without thinking about it for
long I tickled his ribs.  The little sonata he was playing became very
discordant as he rolled all over the keyboard giggling. He was begging me
to stop but I suspected he wanted me to continue.

He was soon off the seat and rolling on the floor. In the ensuing melee I
managed to sit astride his belly and pull his T-shirt from his trousers. I
slid my hands up next to his flesh and continued tickling.

When I stopped he looked at me with boyish tomfoolery in his eyes. The
little bugger had loved every minute of it. What's more the little imp had
a hard on as did I. I could feel it pressing underneath my crotch.

I decided to resist the urge I had to go further at this stage in case I
was reading things into the situation that simply were not there.

On another occasion soon after this he was playing "The Entertainer" by
Scott Joplin.

I always find this a cheeky little number and it got me in the mood for a
bit of slap and tickle.

I started to tickle him again and soon we were rolling on the floor as
before.

This time he ended up astride me and I was as hard as a rock- a fact not
lost on Jeremy.

"You have a hard-on Dave," he said.

I was surprised by his forthright comment and a little embarassed too,
initially. However it presented a great opportunity.

"I bet you are too," I said.

If he was embarassed he did not show it. He had come a very long way from
the shy boy I was introduced to at choir practice that night and yet it was
only a few months since.

"I am always hard," he said with gay abandon.

"Is that a fact?" I said in a half disbelieving voice.  "Well I don't
believe you," I continued.

Without another word he grabbed my right hand and placed it on his cock.

"Now do you believe it, mister?" he smirked.

I certainly did and very nice too it felt.

Jeremy's frankness had given me great confidence and I decided to throw all
caution to the wind.

"I'd like to see that, but I don't suppose you'll show me?" I said in hope.

He looked at me for what seemed an age and then standing up he said
"Alright then."

My heart was in my mouth and my stomach was not far behind it, as standing
astride me, he undid his belt then unbuttoned the clasp on his trousers
before letting them drop to his ankles.

Looking up his long, lean, sexy and except for a sheen of peach fuzz, his
hairless legs, his erection was immediately apparent and was tenting his
pants.

I could hardly speak but as he was about to pull his pants down too, I
managed to engage my vocal cords again.

"Wait!" I said, "not yet."

He stopped and I place the palms of my hands on his deliciously smooth
calves.

I had not seen Jeremy's legs so close and now they were only a foot from my
face.

I wanted to savour these before I saw the delicay that was still hidden
from my view.

"Oh, Jeremy, you have the most beautiful legs I have ever seen," which was
no understatement.

I started to stroke them and it was clear Jeremy was enjoying the attention
his pins were getting.

I pressed my hands behind his knees and he took the signal to sit down
astride me.

I continued my caress up the outside of his thighs. I was molesting this
boy's legs and it did not matter somehow. The word seemed so sexy and
natural.

His crotch and hard on was a matter of inches from my face.

"Now Jeremy, show me now," I managed to say half panting with excitement.

He stood up and kicked off his trousers as he momentarily stood to one side
of my body.

He dropped his pants, stood astride me again and sat down so his soldier
was pointing at my face.

I had never done this before but the sight of that gorgeous uncut treat
combined with his total lack of pubic hair and the sweet smell of boy was
just too much to resist.

I put my hands behind his bum cheeks and encouraged him to hitch forwards.

I leaned my head forward and took his cock end in my mouth, bending it down
gently from it's acute angle. It felt and tasted so good. I felt the ridge
of his copper's helmet beneath his foreskin with my lips and tongue.

I released his cock with my lips and gently with the fingers of both my
hands I peeled his prepuce back like a banana to reveal his pink cockhead.

Whilst I was doing all of this Jeremy was "oooing" and "aaahing" and making
all sorts of sexy noises with his unbroken boy-treble voice.

I was close to popping I can tell you. I gently squeezed Jeremy's cockhead
with my fingers and his piss slit opened to reveal his gush pipe slightly.
This must have milked his pre-cum because suddenly his piss slit became
opaque like a pearl and my fingers became sticky with his lovely goo.

I tasted this beautiful fluid, rarer than black caviar.

I could take no more boy bliss and I held on tight as I felt the train
whistling up my pisser.  My cock stated to twitch and I was in the throes
of ecstacy for what seemed like minutes as wave after wave of spunk flooded
my pants.

As soon as I had recovered I took Jeremy's cocklet back in my mouth and I
pumped and pumped and pumped on it with my lips, until I could feel
Jeremy's cock twiching too with my lips, the pulse of blood in his organ
getting faster and faster as he approached release. The closeness of his
hairless and smooth pubes became a blur as I drove hard on that boys pisser
to bring him the same rapture I had just enjoyed thanks to him.

He screamed very loud as the first slug came out and I tasted more of his
saltiness. He kept slugging wads of boy jism into my mouth and it trickled
down my throat like thickish phlegm.  I pumped until it was clear he was
fully spent and he collapsed over me with his belly touching my forehead.

I had to use a little force to remove him as I could not breath. I pursed
my lips tightly on his softening penis as he pulled out lifting himself off
my face.

I think all the little angels and cherubs were singing in heaven as we had
become one in our pleasure.

"Christ, Jeremy," I said almost blasphemously, "that was incredible, I
never knew it would be this good."

He could not speak for a little while but when he did he echoed my words.

We remained lovers after this until he was 16. We kissed and caressed and I
sucked him off in the main. Try as I might I could never persuade Jeremy to
take my cock in his mouth which was a great shame because he had a
beautiful face and mouth. I did not press it though as I did not want to
spoil our love.

He did give me hand relief though which was very nice. The issue of anal
sex never arose. I was very naive at that age and had never heard of anal
sex.  It's a pity because I bet he would have been one divine little fuck
--if he'd let me that is?

Anal sex had to wait till the future with someone else.


Dave