Date: Sat, 02 Oct 1999 09:48:25 BST
From: John Stevens <ashkey37@hotmail.com>
Subject: HEAD CHOIRBOY

H E A D   C H O I R B O Y

by John Stevens


Story Code/s: M/b


WARNING:

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a boy and a man.
If this is not to your tastes, or is illegal wherever you live, please
leave now, unless you wish to be educated and/or have an open mind.
"To the pure, all things are puer"

No animals were mistreated in the writing of this story, no
rain-forests devastated nor any harm done to the biosphere. In
particular, no boy was hurt in any way.

This story is pure and total fiction and for entertainment purposes
only. Any resemblance to any individual, alive or dead, is purely
coincidental

This story tells you nothing about me or my tastes:
except whether or not I can write an arousing story!


Like many of my stories the following is set in an English
Prep-School - in this case one attached to a Cathedral for the
education of the Choristers.
For those not from the UK, Prep-Schools over here are private schools
for boys aged from 8 to 13 (although many such schools now accept girls).
Most of the pupils board - full time or going home for the weekends. At
the end of their time at Prep school, boys take an exam called the
"Common Entrance" which enables them to enter their next - "Public" School,
which of course is a private school. There, they can continue enjoying
the fun & games they learnt, with other pupils or sometimes staff, at
their Prep-Schools!
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Anthony was Head-Chorister of the Cathedral Choir and Paul had
fancied him from the day he'd joined the Choir-School. Then aged eight
he was exceptionally pretty: Anthony was a blond, with piercing blue
eyes and a slim, almost skinny, body. He was very intelligent and, as the
Cathedral Organist had discovered at his voice-trial, possessed of a
simply magical singing voice. All those points added up as far as Paul
was concerned, lusting after the boy increasingly as he reached his final
year at the Choir School.

Over the years, Paul & Anthony had become quite friendly towards
each other, Anthony always happy to be the centre of Paul's attentions.
The only problem was that the boy lived at the other end of the country to
him, difficult to *bump-into*, as his parents knew that Paul lived in
London. Nevertheless, during term-time, their close relationship seemed
to go unnoticed, no one minded them being friends.

Even better for Paul, Anthony was quite a physical boy, perhaps
cuddling up to him more than he should, certainly treating him as a
surrogate parent during term-time. He was not shy either, very happy to
spend a long time in the bath whilst chatting to Paul, even pointing out,
when aged around twelve and a half, his sparse growth of pubic hairs.
He had been almost worried that his voice might break before he became
Head-Chorister, something about which Paul tried to reassure him as he
tried not to stare too hard at the boy's delightful penis as it bobbed about
in the water!

During the autumn term, things got even better, Paul certain that the
boy was increasingly infatuated with him. However, he didn't want to
push Anthony too far and anyway, it was quite difficult to get to be alone
with him should things to go further! On the last Sunday before Christmas
though (the non-choristers having gone home the previous day), Paul
was finally lucky.

At evensong that afternoon, Anthony had been soloist in
Mendelssohn's "Hear My Prayer" a rare event at any cathedral. He had
acquitted himself superbly, blushing at all the sincere compliments paid
by Cathedral Organist, Dean and everyone else.

Back in school, he quickly found Paul and insisted they go and play
table-tennis, but the games-room was full with the rest of the choir so he
dragged his willing teacher off to the relative quiet of the long corridor,
lined with the choristers' cloaks. There, sitting on the row of lockers
Anthony still couldn't escape the praise but somehow, he managed to
stop Paul telling him how well he had sung - after all, for him, it was
nothing special, he had been bored and really didn't like the piece at all.

Understanding his feelings, Paul steered the conversation away from
music, not surprised that Anthony was gradually edging closer to him.
Neither was he surprised when the boy started to talk about sex, soon
demanding details never covered in sex-education classes! Pleased
Paul told him what he wanted to know, a little staggered though when
Anthony calmly reported something to him. Suddenly a little shy, the boy
nevertheless whispered, "I can spunk up now!"

"Can you!" Surprising news, something Paul hadn't really expected
to hear. "Really? Don't believe you!"

"Course I can!" He looked up to Paul rather smugly as he nestled
even closer against the man's warm body, not worried when Paul slid an
arm round him.

"For how long then?"

"Couple of weeks ... it's great!"

"I bet it is ... I remember when I first managed to spunk up!" Paul
paused, "Do you boys still say that?"

"Course!"

"Not many boys in the choir can do that can they?"

"Yeah ... Andy can't!" (The other Senior Chorister, junior to Anthony.)

"But other boys at school can ... three or four from what I've seen in
the showers!" Several boys were obviously quite pubertal and Paul had
even discovered some white droplets on the floor of a boys' loo a few
weeks earlier.

"I know ... Sam and Ian can."

"Simon an' Henry as well I would think."

"Oh yeah ... them as well!"

"Anyway, I don't really believe you ... I know you've got one or two
hairs," I smiled at him, well knowing he had much more than that! "but I'm
not sure I believe you're spunky!"

"I am!" Most emphatic.

"Prove it!" Paul grinned at him as he hugged the boy even closer.

"Why?" Anthony was amused at the idea rather than hostile, already
enjoying the way Paul was holding him, his dick already stiffening up
inside his clothing.

"Because I don't believe you!"

"What? Do you want me to wank off whilst you watch?" Anthony
giggled, "Disgusting man!"

"Well, that'd be one way of proving it ... anyway, what's wrong with
wanking? You do it enough don't you?" The boy had already admitted
that he masturbated three of four times a week in bed at night.

"Yeah ... but not with anyone watching!"

"Not even other boys?"

Anthony hesitated but finally explained. "Well ... a couple of weeks
ago several of us did it in your science lab ... Sam, Henry & Simon ... it
was only the second time I'd spunked up though!"

"Sounds like fun ... so what's different in doing it whilst I watched
you?"

"You're a teacher though ... an adult!"

"So? Aren't you my friend then Anthony?" The boy had always
insisted that he & Paul were friends, always pronouncing the word with
emphasis, almost as if it were a code for *lovers*.

"Yeah," He now had to stifle a fit of giggles as, pointing to his
corduroy shorts, he told Paul, "see, it's gone all bonky just talking about
it!"

"Well ... if it's nice an' hard already, you probably need a wank!" Paul
knew that even if they boy now totally rejected him, there would be no
problem, Anthony was infatuated enough never to tell anyone about what
happened between them.

"Maybe!" The boy stood up and made a vague effort to reorganise his
cock inside his tight-fitting shorts.

"And I bet it's growing a bit these days as well!" Paul ventured as the
boy sat down, snuggling closer and even pulling Paul's arm back round
his body.

"Yeah ... it's just over 10 centimetres now." He was clearly quite
proud of that statistic.

"Biggest in the choir then ... but not in the school!"

"Suppose so ... who cares!"

"Big enough for a boy your age ... do you want to prove that as well?"

"Why?" Somehow, Anthony understood. He knew he'd do anything
Paul asked, even proving he could spunk up if they could go somewhere
he could wank off safely!

"Because I like you Anthony!"

"That's no reason!" He paused, "Shall we go over to the science lab?"

"What for?" Paul was trying hard not to sound too interested!

"Because!" Anthony stood up, his shorts hanging very awkwardly with
his dick almost fully erect inside their very tight confines. "Why do we
have to wear these in the winter? They're too short," he tried once more
to organise his erection inside them, "and mine are too tight as well!"

"No they're not ... they're perfect!" Paul was, like most of the Choir-
School staff, didn't want to change that aspect of school uniform, though
his reasons were not simply that corduroy-shorts were considered
traditional! Standing up, he just about stopped himself from touching the
boy there as he told him, "Come on then ... perhaps it'll go down by the
time we get there."

They set off for the Old Palace, only a small portion of which was
used by the Bishop, the rest being school classrooms with staff
accommodation upstairs. On the way, Paul realised one thing, almost all
the other resident staff had gone home, term was over for them, only he
had to stay until Christmas! That is along with Ian Fox the assistant
organist whose rooms were at the top of the stairs: he was an inquisitive
young man, perhaps a boy-lover like Paul, but he would certainly not be
happy if he caught Paul taking a boy along to his rooms.

Luckily, almost as they walked into the Old Palace, Ian appeared in
overcoat, carrying his briefcase. Greeting them, he started off with the
inevitable congratulations of the boy's singing earlier, then informed them
that he was off to one of the local parishes to give an organ recital,
telling
Paul he'd be back at about ten if he wanted a drink later!

Agreeing to that, Paul was pleased when Ian disappeared - he had
the building to himself and it was extremely unlikely that anyone would
walk over there. Anthony had at least ninety minutes before his supper -
Paul had ninety minutes to try to get him out of at least some of his
clothes!

To start with though, he guided the boy into the lab: going over to the
bench, he picked up a metre rule! "Well? Do you want to show me how
big you are?"

"It's not that big!" Anthony almost collapsed in laughter, Paul quite
delighted by his sudden inspired idea!

"Oh ... pity!" He put the rule down and found an ordinary ruler in the
bench drawer. "Is this better?"

"That's more like it!" Anthony lifted himself up and sat on the bench in
front of Paul. "My dick's not that big!"

"Big enough ... but it likes being wanked, doesn't it?"

"Course it does ... it's fun!"

"In that case, it's big enough!" Paul prodded the boy's shorts with the
rule. "Are you going to show me how big you are then?"

"Maybe!" Anthony arched his eyebrows, "Don't do that!"

It was obvious by the way he smirked at his favourite teacher, that he
meant quite the opposite, so Paul continued to prod him. "Why? Don't
you like it?"

"It'll make me go hard again!" Anthony's smile showed how much he
was infatuated with Paul.

"What's wrong with that? It has to be hard to be measured!" Paul
looked into the boy's eyes, "Are you going to let me measure you then?"

"If you want!" Anthony replied quite neutrally.

"Great!" Paul knew that all was well, but for the moment, he simply
carried on prodding the boy with the ruler, his actions already taking
effect, the boy's shorts now hanging as awkwardly as they had earlier.
"Looks like it's getting hard ... well? How big is it then Anthony?"

"Hang on sir!" He slid from the bench and started to undo his shorts,
closely watched by Paul who couldn't as suggest that he help out! With
them wide open, Anthony pushed his shorts down a little then, lifting his
jersey, shirt & vest out of the way. Then smirking wickedly at Paul, he
grasped his white underpants and pulled them down enough to free his
young penis!

It looked very impressive to Paul, who could hardly wait to be
allowed to play with it and watch it spitting the boy's sperm - he didn't
doubt for a moment that Anthony actually could *spunk up*! "That looks
nice ... shall I measure it then?"

"If you want to!" He was very excited at what was happening, now
very willing to prove to his favourite teacher his ability in spunk making!

"Great!" Trying not to touch him more than necessary, Paul leaned
over his willing pupil slightly and as Anthony bent his penis downwards
with one finger, he held the ruler along the firm shaft. As the boy had told
him, his dick was just over 10cm, perhaps nearly at 10.5! Very nice, Paul
thought, impatient now to get his hand round it - or better still, his
mouth!

"See then sir!" The boy pushed his hand away, "It's over ten
centimetres!"

"Well ... I knew you'd know the exact length!" Paul told him, "And
very pretty it is as well ... just like you!"

Anthony blushed, "No I'm not ... why do you always say that sir!"

"Because that's what you are!" Paul put the ruler down and placed
his hands on the boy's hips, causing him to shiver. "Well then? Are you
going to prove something for me then?"

"What? That I can spunk up?" The boy was amused at the man's
insistence.

"What about it? Do you want to?"

"Maybe!" He looked nervously round to the door, "Is it safe in here
sir?"

"Not really ... tell you what though ... do you want to sneak up to my
rooms? No-one else's in ... you saw Mr Fox going out!"

Anthony realised that Paul was right, now keen to see where he lived
and be alone with him there. "Ok ... hang on then!" He pulled his pants
back up, somehow managing to get his tight shorts back round his slim
loins. "Are you sure you want me to come up there sir?"

"Course I'm sure ... let's go!" He led his willing pupil out of the lab and
up the creaky stairs to the first floor. All was silent so he took him along
the corridor, past the junior Matron's room then into his own flat. Locking
the door behind them, he turned to Anthony, "That's it ... I'm sure we're
safe here ... we've got over an hour as well ... you can stay as long as
you want."

"Great!" Anthony was really pleased to be in Paul's flat, slightly
nervous, but so much wanting to be there with him. He didn't care what
Paul wanted with him, more than willing to wank off whilst he watched if
that was what he wanted. Besides, he hadn't had a wank for a few days
and really felt like one now, though it would be strange doing it whilst a
one of his teachers watched him.

"Well? This is my room ... there's a bathroom through there," Paul
indicated the far door, "if you need it."

"Not now ... I'm Ok."

"What do you think then? Do you like it?"

"It's nice sir!" Anthony was suddenly shy, so he walked over to the
window and stood looking out over the Bishop's driveway. "Can you be
seen from up here?"

Paul stood behind the boy and placed his hands on his shoulders,
"No ... why should any one look up here!" Paul drew the curtains then
turned back to the boy and started to massage his shoulders knowing
how much Anthony liked that. "That's better ... much better Anthony!"

"I like you doing that sir," he sighed turning his head and giving Paul
one of his more infatuated looks. "Do it some more will you?"

"I haven't stopped yet!" Paul told him as he carried on his delightful
task. It was wonderful for him and he wanted to keep on doing it for as
long as Anthony would let him - although of course, he wanted even
more to get his hands round the boy's penis and do something that they
would both enjoy even more.

Gradually, Anthony leaned back against Paul, loving the way he was
rubbing him - much better than when he did it in bed in the dormitory at
night. "That's lovely sir," he sighed, looking round to Paul, "it makes me
feel ... you know!"

"Course it does ... does it make you get hard then?"

"Not now ... sometimes though!" He giggled, "When you do it in the
dorm, it nearly always goes stiff so when you've gone I have a wank!"

"Bet you do ... why not!" Paul slid his hands round the boy and held
his chest. "What do you want to do now then Anthony? Do you feel like
you need that wank? To prove something special for me?"

"Maybe!" He grinned knowingly, "Why?"

"Because!" Paul began to move his hands down the boy's body: as
expected there was no resistance from his young friend. "Because I want
you to prove how much you're growing up!"

"Ok then ... perhaps I'll do it!" Paul's hands were now on the boy's
waist so it was easy to move on onto the front of his cords and press
gently - not at all surprised to feel the boy's penis was already stiffening
up once more. "What you doing sir?" Anthony asked, "It's nice though!"

"Course it is." Paul pressed a few more times, pleased to feel the
boy's dick start to get even harder - or, as hard as it could go within the
confines of his clothes. "Feels nice to me Anthony ... it's a lovely dick,
on
a lovely boy like you!"

"Mmmm!" Anthony sighed, surprised in some way that this *naughty*
contact with his teacher felt so nice.

"Well then ... let's do something about it shall we!" Without wasting
any more time, Paul found the tab of the boy's zip and slid it down, undid
the clasp at his waist and pulled his cord-shorts wide open. Almost
impatiently, Paul placed his hand flat over the front of Anthony's pants,
gently pressing as he explored the boy's genitals. "There ... that's nice
really lovely Ant ... how does it feel for you?"

"It's nice." He looked round, suddenly shy, but not at all worried by
what his teacher was doing to him. He knew somehow that they shouldn't
be doing this, but he couldn't think why, it felt nice and he knew Paul
wouldn't hurt him.

"Well then, can I wank you off rather than watch you do it? Would you
like that? It'll be fun!" As he whispered into the boy's ear, Paul continued
to fondle him through the thin cotton of his underpants, amazed at just
how hot the boy's dick felt, even how big it felt even though the boy was
no more than average in size for his age.

"If you want to sir ... why though?" He was genuinely puzzled.

"Because this lovely hard thing," Paul gave it a firm squeeze, "will
just love being wanked off by me ... then you'll be able to prove you can
spunk up Anthony!"

"Ok ... do it then sir! You can do whatever you like!" Anthony turned
more and looked seriously into Paul's eyes, "You're getting me really in
the mood for a wank now!" Without hesitating, he pulled the man's hand
away and pulled his underpants down a little, before pulling them and his
shorts down below his knees. Moving slightly, he turned to Paul and as
he lifted his jersey, shirt & vest up out of the way he asked, "Do you like
me then sir?" proud in a way to be showing off like that to his teacher.

Paul had seen Anthony naked on many occasions, but never erect,
never as beautiful as this, never as sexy looking as this! His penis was
simply wonderful, his soft foreskin partially retracted and showing a small
circle of purple. Anthony had a two dark curls of pubic-hair, whilst
underneath, his balls were tightly drawn into his cock. It looked quite
magical and Paul could hardly believe he was finally being given to play
with his much-loved pupil.

"Very nice Anthony ... what a lovely dick to play with!"

Before he could suggest it, the boy had grasped himself and had
started to rub it up & down. After all, he had been willing to wank off in
front of Paul, so it didn't matter that he started things going. "This is
fun!"

"Course it is ... all boys love wanking ... especially when they can
spunk up like you say you can!"

"I can!" Anthony smirked wickedly at Paul, "I'll prove it in a minute."

"No you won't!" Paul reached out and pulled the boy's hand from his
penis. "I'll prove it!" Gently grasping his elbow, he told him, "Let's sit
down and I'll give you the best wank you've ever enjoyed." With no
resistance from Anthony, he walked over to the sofa onto which he fell,
pulling the boy half over his lap. "That's it ... now let's see what I can
do
for this lovely hard thing."

For the first time, Paul was able to close his fingers round the boy, as
overwhelmed as ever at that first contact with a boy's erection! This boy-
cock felt very hard, very hot and incredibly sexy, all increased by Paul's
love for his young chorister friend. With a slow downwards movement, he
retracted Anthony's foreskin, causing the boy to sigh happily as he
snuggled into his embrace. Then, Paul slid the soft layer of skin back up
again, then down, then up once more, gradually setting up a slow and, he
hoped, very lascivious wank.

Anthony gasped, suddenly discovering that being wanked off was
much better than doing it yourself. And as he settled down to enjoy to the
full what Paul's fingers were now so excitingly doing to his dick, he
wondered why he had never done this with other boys! That time in the
science lab, they had all done themselves though he knew that Sam &
Henry occasionally got into each other's bed at night to wank each other
off! Why had he said no when Henry had suggested it to him? Next time
he was asked, he was going to say "yes please"!

"Well? Is that nice?" Paul whispered through the boy's blond hair,
"Am I doing it right for you?"

"It's lovely sir ... you're making me feel really sexy!" He looked up at
Paul almost lovingly, even more infatuated with him now that the man
was making his dick feel so good!

"That's what I'm trying to do." Paul told him as he started to rub the
boy at a faster, firmer rate. "Is this nice ... like this?"

"Lovely ... do it faster though!" He managed to grin at Paul, "I wanna
prove I can spunk up!"

"That's what I want as well!" Paul replied as he speeded his action
even more. "Let's see how much spunk you can shoot for me Anthony ...
does it take you long?"

"Not usually ... keep on!"

Paul had no intention of stopping! All he could do was to stare down
at Anthony's penis as his fingers moved his silky soft foreskin to & fro
over his sensitive glans, watching and waiting to see those spurts of
warm boy-sperm that would prove that his young partner really had
reached puberty!

"This is nice ... really lovely my sexy boy!" Paul whispered, "Come
on then ... let's see you spunking up!" He would be happy of the boy
spunked up quickly, more than content though if Anthony took his time!

"Go on ... nearly there!" The boy was fast becoming very lost in his
rising tension but even so, it took some determined effort from Paul's
fingers to bring him to the orgasm they both wanted.

As he tossed the boy increasingly rapidly and quite firmly, Paul was
surprised at how long he was taking: in his experience, freshly pubescent
boys were usually very quick! He wondered though how long it was since
Anthony had last done it, perhaps that's why he was taking so long!

Finally, he was there. As Paul stared at his beautiful young penis, it
suddenly started to throb in his fingers, then, as Anthony whined
distantly, a stronger throb produced a little spurt of white, then another
and then a third. They only went a short way before landing on the boy's
tensed up belly the white opalescent drops more attractive than any boy-
spunk Paul had seen in a long time.

"There ... that's a clever boy ... what a clever hot sexy spunker you
are Anthony!" Paul whispered at the boy, much keener though in what
he was seeing and feeling. Anthony really was capable, those few warm
dribbles just what he might have expected from a boy so recently
pubescent: there was perhaps a little more than Paul had really
expected! It was so wonderful but perhaps even more exciting was the
boy's obvious pleasure at his orgasm, Anthony bouncing up & down
happily as the throbs in his cock quickly dies away. As always, a young
boy's orgasm is quickly over, but for those brief timeless moments, Paul
could enjoy his partner's pleasure, always happy to be able to do this for
a boy, but very gratified that he had been able to do this to beautiful
young Anthony.

"That was great!" The quickly recovered boy looked into Paul's eyes
as he pulled his jersey, shirt & vest further up out of the way. "Look then
sir ... I told you I could spunk up!" He giggled, "That was nice though!"

"I believed you as soon as you told me ... but you're right, that was
fun wasn't it?" Paul let go of the boy's cock, fascinated to see his
foreskin quickly roll up over most of his glans. But even sexier was the
sight of those few droplets of white lying on the boy's belly, fresh boy-
sperm that he wanted to lap up, but only after he had taken a photograph
of them! However, those dreams could be forgotten for the moment, for
now, he was content to hold the boy in his arms.

"You said," Anthony realised that Paul's apparent disbelief had been
merely a ploy to do all this, but he didn't care! "Anyway ... did you like
wanking me sir? You did it really ... you know ... it made me feel really
good!"

"Course I liked doing it Anthony ... it was great ... this thing's," he
grasped the boy once more and gently held him with thumb and two
fingers, "just great to wank ... that's why you do it a lot don't you?"

"Suppose so!"

"When did you last do it? You took long enough to spunk up for me!"

"A few nights ago ... in bed! After you were on duty!"

"Wish I'd been in bed with you!"

"Do you?" He was trying hard to come to terms with all his teacher's
compliments, unable though to express how he felt about him in return.

"Course I do ... or better still in my bed!" Paul nodded his head over
at his bed in the corner, "It's big enough for the two of us!"

"That'd be fun!" Anthony told him without thinking - then realising that
it would be more than that, it would be simply lovely.

"One day perhaps then!"

"Suppose so ... they wouldn't let me come and sleep with you would
they?"

"Course not ... who said anything about sleeping though?"

"Wicked!" Anthony grinned, "An' why are you still playing with my
dick? I proved I can spunk up!"

"Don't you want another wank? Can I?"

"Dunno ... don't stop though, it feels nice!"

"Why should I stop? I like playing with you like this Anthony ... your
dick's lovely, just like you!"

"Am I? Really?" He squirmed with delight

"Course you are ... I wouldn't like you so much if you weren't ... or
wank your lovely hard cock for you!"

"Great!" He looked up into Paul's eyes and gave an amazing smile. "I
like you a lot as well sir!"

"Good ... do you like being wanked as well?"

"Course ... it was great!" He removed Paul's hand from his cock. "Got
a hankie sir?"

"Course!" Paul would have liked to lick up all the boy's offering, but
he knew that Anthony wasn't quite ready for that! So, moving him slightly,
he reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. Then, as
Anthony laughed at his put-on delicacy, he wiped up the few dribbles of
opalescent sperm that looked so pretty on the boy's stomach. "There ...
that's better!" He carefully put the hankie aside - a precious souvenir, it
would never be washed!

Anthony now climbed from Paul's lap and stood in front of him.
Suddenly rather giggly, he grasped his cock and wiggled it about in front
of his face. "Do you like it then?"

"Course I do!" Paul sat up on the edge of the sofa and reached out,
grasping the back of the boy's legs. "Stop playing with it ... sex-pot!"

"You're the sex-pot ... it was you who wanked me off sir!"

"And when can I do it again?" Paul was sorely tempted to kiss this
pretty penis as it jiggled about inches in front of his face. But he knew
that he must wait until Anthony remembered a "sex chat" some weeks
ago when fellatio had been discussed. As well as that, he was quite stiff
himself, wondering if Anthony would realise that and offer to wank him off
in return.

"When do you want to sir?" He had let his jersey & things hang down
and was reaching for his pants & shorts to pull them up, but then, he had
an idea. "Can I see yours sir? Can I?" He was suddenly very shy, despite
having just been wanked off by a teacher!

"Course you can!" Paul was pleased! "But on one condition though."

"What?"

"Well ... that you don't get dressed just yet!" Anthony grinned and
pushed his things back down his legs. "And," Paul started to rub his
hands up & down the back of the boy's legs, "you should wank me off as
well. Will you?"

"Ok!" Anthony had not even considered the idea, but as soon as Paul
asked, he knew he wanted to do it for him.

"Great ... tell you what ... it's quite warm in here ... why don't you take
your clothes right off?"

He was expecting to be asked "why" but instead, Anthony nodded his
assent. "Ok then sir!" Without hesitating, he started to pull his jersey off
but as he did so, he realised that Paul was watching him closely, so he
started to put on a bit of a display, wiggling his penis about in front of
his
teacher's eyes as he pulled off his shirt and then his vest.

Now almost naked, he looked even more beautiful to Paul - he had
seen him in the nude on too many occasions to remember, but never like
this, never with his erection bobbing about in front of his slim body.

"Go on then sir ... get yours out and show me!" Anthony demanded as
sat down on the floor to take off his shoes, finally able to pull off his
shorts and pants. Quite happy to be naked , he giggled as he reached
down to pull his socks off - then, stark naked, he sat up, bent his legs and
hugged his knees as he sat there deliberately hiding his cock from Paul.
"Go on ... get it out then sir!" His demand much more insistent!

"Ok ... shall I take all my clothes off as well?"

"Go on ... undress like me!" Anthony was keen to see Paul naked,
trying to think what his penis would be like! He'd never seen a man totally
naked before and was intrigued - especially as it was his favourite
teacher, the man who had already make him decide to become a teacher
when he grew up. Pleased, he sat there and watched Paul start to
undress, even more happy when the man's muscular chest was
revealed.

Fully understanding the way the boy was looking at him, Paul sat
back on the sofa and pulled off his shoes then socks. Then, he stood up
and started to undo his trousers, putting on a little show for his young
pupil, though realising that Anthony simply wanted to see him naked!

Paul was quickly reduced to his pants, which barely held his erection
in place! It was a startling sight for Anthony as he realised just how big
Paul was: he was keen to see what caused such a bulge.

However, rather than simply pulling his pants down, Paul reached
down and gently pulled the boy to his feet. "Well then Anthony," he
placed his hands on the boy's hips, "if you want to see, pull my pants
down. Go on then!"

Amused at the idea, the boy grinned as he reached for the man's
pants. He didn't hesitate and quickly pulled them down staring down to
see for the first time a man-sized erection. He was not disappointed with
what he saw. "Wow sir ... that's a big one! Massive!"

"Not at all ... average for a man!" Paul grasped his pants and pushed
them right down to his ankles, stepping out of them so that he was as
naked as his young pupil.

"Can I?" Anthony reached out and closed his hand round Paul's
cock, sending shivers down the man's spine. Looking up, the boy
giggled, "It's nice sir!"

"So's yours!" Paul once more reached for the boy's hard penis, quite
overwhelmed to be standing there naked with him after wanting Anthony
so long.

"Am I doing it right?" The boy soon asked shyly as his hand moved
cautiously up & down Paul's hard dick. He was surprised but pleased at
just how lovely it felt to be playing with that art of his teacher's body,
almost as exciting as the lovely wank Paul had just given him.

"Course you're doing it right," Paul smiled at him, "how could a sexy
beautiful boy like you not wank me properly!"

"I'm not beautiful!" Anthony blushed. "Am I? Really?"

"Really ... you're just lovely you know!" Paul was scared he might
seem too gushing but the boy was accepting his compliments, too
infatuated with Paul to reject his words.

"An' you're lovely sir ... especially your dick!" He gave a firm squeeze
as he once more giggled, "I've never done this before though!"

"Doesn't matter! Just do it a bit faster ... that's it ... you're learning
fast Anthony!"

"You always teach me best sir!" He was happy but even happier
when after a while, Paul removed his hand from his own and closed his
arms round him. All Anthony could do was to wrap his arms round Paul,
hugging him tightly as he enjoyed the feel of his naked body pressed
against his. What also felt nice was the man's cock as it rubbed against
him, his own dick felt great as well as it rubbed against Paul's body.

All that Paul wanted to do now was to kiss his young partner - he
realised how much the boy was in love with him, he was in love with
Anthony, but kissing is not something boys submit to easily! Paul knew
that even if he buggered his Choirboy soundly, Anthony still might object
to being kissed!

"Come on you ... let's lie on my bed!"

"Ok ... I like you sir ... really a lot!"

"Me too!" Paul let go of Anthony and grasped his hand, "Come on!"

They moved over to the bed, Anthony now seeming much more self-
possessed, his head against Paul, but amused by the way their stiff
dicks stood out in front of them!

Standing by his bed, Paul once more reached for the boy's hard dick,
Anthony doing the same to him. "There, that's nice ... what a lovely cock
you've got Ant!"

"So've you!" He looked up, blushed slightly and whispered, "Can I
wank you off now sir? Do you want me to?"

"Course you can ... as long as I can wank you again ... we've got
time!" Not waiting for a reply, Paul moved his hands to the boy's waist
and gently pulled him onto the bed. Quickly he had his arms round
Anthony's slim body, moving him about against him as his hands then
started to move up & down the boy's back, finally resting on his curvy
little bum.

"This is nice!" Anthony sighed as he snuggled closer to Paul,
enjoying again the feeling of having their cocks rubbing together as well
as the way his teacher was now stroking his bum. "Really sexy sir!"

"Course it is ... just what sexy boys like you need!"

"Sexy man!" He smiled at Paul, "Am I gay then sir? Doing all this
sexy stuff with you?"

"I doubt it ... you're just a sexy boy discovering how to enjoy his
body!" Paul wondered if Anthony actually was gay, but he didn't want a
conversation at the moment, this was purely heaven for him and all he
wanted was sex and yet more sex with the boy he loved.

"Shall I wank you off then?" Anthony was increasingly keen on the
idea, but also mindful of Paul's promise that he would wank him again
once he had done that for him.

"No hurry ... let's just do this!" Paul managed to move his young pupil
about, eventually getting Anthony to lie stretched out on top of him, his
favourite position with a boy, especially one so warm and cuddly as
young Anthony. Now, he could really feel the boy's hard cock pressing
against him, his own cock rubbing against the boy's body whilst at the
same time, he could stroke the boy's wonderfully slim buttocks. They
were smooth as marble, but gave way to his gentle touch, they were
warm, cuddly, utterly wonderful! All that Paul wanted now was to be able
to kiss Anthony, something he was still cautious about trying though!

Anthony lay with his head on Paul's shoulder, revelling in this
lascivious treatment, quite amazed that such a simple cuddle could be so
exciting - especially the feelings in his cock, but also the wonderful
feeling in his bum as the man gently stroked him there. Paul's fingers
were making him very excited simply by touching him that way and it was
as he lay there enjoying this new pleasure, that a thought struck him.
Lifting his head, he looked nervously down at Paul. "Do you want to bum
me sir? No way!"

"Not if you don't want me to!" Paul tried to be honest with him,
"That'd be great for me ... but if you don't want it, just say no! I don't
want
it that much ... all I want is to make you feel really sexy ... but there
*is*
something even better than fucking you that I'd like to do for you!" When
they had talked about fellation, Paul had tried hard to impress on the boy
that it was the sexiest thing a male could enjoy, something he hoped that
Anthony would now remember!

He did! Suddenly grinning down at Paul, thoughts of buggery were
forgotten as he now thought about cock-sucking. "What? Do you want to
suck my dick then? Why?"

"Course that's what I want to do for you Anthony ... remember, I told
you it was the sexiest thing for boys like you ... I want you to feel good
an' sexy and enjoy yourself as much as possible. That's why I want to do
it for you!"

"Ok ... you can try it then!" He was keen on being sucked, having
thought about it a lot since Paul had first mentioned it! But now, without
really thinking about it, he shyly kissed Paul on the cheek, blushing then
as he raised himself slightly from the man's warm body. "Sorry sir ... I
shouldn't have done that!"

"Why not? Do it again ... properly!" Paul was finding it impossible to
believe that this was all happening, but as ordered, Anthony lowered his
head and once more kissed him. Paul had now to hold the boy's head in
place, kissing him firmly on the lips. Anthony squirmed about on top of
him, not sure if he wanted this but was unable to stop Paul! So, he
simply surrendered, discovering that kissing was fun as well - even when
the man's tongue started to push into his mouth. He knew vaguely about
that but was now discovering that it was nice ... everything Paul did with
him was nice, even having his teacher's dick up his bum might be nice
after all!

Despite all that was happening, Paul was mindful of the time so after
a while, he gently eased the boy away. "Your turn to wank me now ... do
that and then I'll suck this lovely thing," once more, he grasped the boy's
dick, "and make you feel really good."

"You do already!" Anthony sighed. But reaching for Paul's penis, he
smirked as he started to play with it. "This is nice ... it's so big sir ...
much
bigger than my dick."

"Size doesn't matter ... I've told you ... it's what you do that matters!"
Moving slightly into a better position for the boy to wank him, he added,
"And you do it very good Anthony ... wank me off then!"

"I'm going to!" Again he smirked as he now started to masturbate his
teacher, transferring the skills he had learnt on his own dick to what was
for him a massive penis indeed! Soon, he was moving his fist up & down
at quite a rate, rubbing Paul as best as he could, surprised at how much
he was enjoying what he was doing.

But then, Paul was enjoying it as well! For him, it was quite a
fantastic experience - his Head-Chorister had enjoyed a nicely spunky
wank, had enjoyed cuddling and had even done what Paul had dared
not try - kissing. Now, he was wanking as if he had been doing it all his
life, the boy obviously keen to give pleasure in return for what Paul had
done to him.

"Keep on ... that's it ... you're good you know!" Paul whispered as
Anthony propped himself up slightly so that he could not only wank more
easily, but even more importantly, watch what he was doing. He was
keen to see Paul come off and see just what he shot when he came -
quite certain it would be much more than his balls made.

"Hurry up then sir ... spunk up then!"

"Nearly there!" Paul well understood a young boy's failure to
understand that the longer you took, the better it was. Didn't matter, for
after all that he had done with Anthony so far that afternoon - especially
his own spunky wank - had got him already very aroused. It didn't take
much more skilled masturbation to bring him to his orgasm.

Hugging the boy closer, Paul abandoned himself to what was
happening. Then, sucking in his breath noisily, he yelled out the boy's
name as his cock started to throb in Anthony's fingers. The first spurt of
sperm landed on his shoulder, then more and more jerks produced a
thick line of sperm over his body, the feelings amazing almost beyond
belief.

After his initial surprise at what was happening, Anthony continued
wanking the throbbing man-sized penis, amazed at what was happening!
He couldn't believe how much sperm his teacher was spitting all over his
body, nor the way he was moaning loudly, clearly enjoying his wank
much more he ever did! It was very satisfying to be able to do that to a
man - really lovely and it made him feel really special!

As the boy worked away, Paul's orgasm slowly subsided but despite
his skill, Anthony didn't realise that he must slow right down. So Paul
simply pulled his hand away and, before he had realised what was
happening, had moved him to lie stretched out on his spunk-wet body.

At first, Anthony resisted slightly but then decided it didn't matter -
cuddling was fun even if he was now very wet with his teacher's spunk!
And then as well, the way Paul was now once more delicately
massaging his bottom felt incredible, it was all too much for him, but he
didn't want it to stop! He knew he was in love with his teacher, scared
though of telling him, despite all that they had done so far. What he could
do though was to kiss the man, his tongue soon wiggling about in Paul's
mouth.

As for Paul, as he slowly calmed down from an orgasm wank, he
was revelling in having the boy's soft weight on top of him, once more
enjoying Anthony's wonderful little bottom, whilst snogging passionately.
He had never imagined whilst sitting in the stalls in the Cathedral earlier
that afternoon, enjoying the boy's singing, that he would later that
afternoon be in such an embrace with him, recovering from such an
amazingly wonderful wank!

When Anthony finally pulled his lips from Paul's, he lifted his upper
body and grinned at his teacher. "That was great! But ... did I wank you
right sir?"

"Quite fantastic Anthony ... quite fantastic!"

Anthony looked proud. "Good ... an' you really shot a lot sir ... much
more than me!"

"Only because you wanked me so really sexily!" As he thanked him,
Paul parted his buttocks, very keen to screw him despite the wonderful
orgasm he had just enjoyed!

However, Anthony had remembered Paul's promise and now
demanded, "Are you going to suck me off then sir? You said you would!"
He giggled, "An' my dick really feels like it now ... after making you spunk
up!"

"And very sexily too!"

Grinning happily, Anthony rolled off Paul, "An' you made me all wet
as well sir!"

"That's your fault ... you shouldn't have wanked me so well!" Paul
reached behind the bed for the box of tissues and pulled out a few to
clean them both up. "That's a bit better! Well? Do you want me to suck
this lovely thing then?" Throwing the sodden tissues aside, he reached
for Anthony's cock and, grasping it delicately, slowly retracted the boy's
silky soft foreskin.

"Yeah ... show me what its like ... you said you would!"

"That's what I want to do you sexy Head-Chorister!"

Anthony giggled, "It's your fault sir, you shouldn't have made me," he
suddenly faltered and managed to swallow the words *love you*.

"Make you what? Do all this? I didn't make you do this with me did I?"
Paul was momentarily worried.

"Not that sir ... this is great," he blushed, "make me ... you know ...
like you so much!"

"Well, I like you a lot as well!" Paul had started slowly to wank the
boy, always happy to play with a boy's dick but now - well, this really was
a very special boy-dick to play with before he started to suck it!

"Prove it! Suck it then!" Anthony was keen to discover what being
sucked off was like, not quite sure that Paul would want to do it!

However, the man was even keener on fellatio than his pupil! "Try
and stop me!" Quickly, he slid down the bed so that he was between the
boy's wide-stretched legs, his head hovering over the rigidly stiff boy-
cock which Anthony was now holding out from his almost hairless body.
It looked so beautiful and for a moment or so, Paul simply wanted to
impress the boy's genitals on his mind.

Anthony was getting impatient! "Go on then sir ... do it will you!"

So Paul could do only one thing and move his head closer to the
boy's offered erection. With Anthony holding his foreskin back, he flicked
out his tongue and played it all round the shiny purple glans and as
expected that produced a dramatic effect on the boy! Anthony whimpered
loudly, sucking in his breath as his body took over and he started to
wriggle about on the bed. In response, Paul simply repeated his
lascivious act, playing his tongue all round the tip of the boy's cock
whilst
replacing the boy's hand with his. Then, his tongue moved onto the hard
shaft, licking it all round as tried hard to make it exciting for Anthony.
For
a moment or two, he then played his tongue all over the boy's balls,
making them move about in his crinkly scrotum! But he couldn't stay
there for long, his tongue then going back up the hard shaft and onto
Anthony's sensitive glans.

Pleased at the boy's response, Paul didn't waste any more time and
took the tip of wonderful hot boy-cock into his mouth. He had wanted to
do this almost from the day he had first seen Anthony naked in the
showers, a timid little boy, shy of showing his genitals to anyone, let
alone one of his teachers. Now though, his very much grown penis was
in Paul's mouth, carefully held there by his lips as he allowed the boy's
hips to push his dick even deeper into his mouth.

Never quite understanding why, performing fellatio on young boys
was Paul's passion in life and now, he was doing it to a boy he really
loved, determined to make Anthony's first blowjob as exciting as he
could. He moved so that he was able to slip his hands under the boy's
thighs, holding Anthony closely as he started to nod his head up & down
slowly, now sucking gently, using his tongue all round as he masturbated
the boy with his lips. It was almost a sacred rite, his worship of the boy's
genitals needing him to give as much pleasure as he could: Paul was
very pleased that what he was doing was so obviously enjoyed by his
beautiful young pupil.

Anthony was soon moaning in delight at what Paul was doing to his
dick - wanking never felt as exciting as this! The tingling in his dick felt
wonderful and it was not surprising that he knew he was going to spunk
up in his teacher's mouth very rapidly.

Paul realised that as well and sucked away even more
enthusiastically on this hot tasty boy-cock, waiting for it to spit onto his
tongue whatever tasty droplets of boy-sperm Anthony could produce for
him - not much he was sure, but it would be very tasty!

All too quickly for Paul in some way, his young friend was there. As
he whimpered distantly, Anthony's body bounced about on the bed as his
hips pushed his cock firmly up into Paul's mouth. His cock throbbed
powerfully and with each jerk there, a thin spurt of boy-sperm was shot
onto Paul's tongue - pure magic, sufficient reward for the pleasure he
was now giving his Head-Chorister. It was as tasty as fresh s boy-spunk
could be, some of the tastiest Paul had savoured for a long time - sweet,
not bitter, that wonderful delicate flavour of boy-sperm freshly shot from a
boy recently pubescent! Simply wonderful to be given, but equally
important to Paul, it was wonderful to be doing this to a hot sexy boy like
Anthony, giving him so much obvious pleasure this way.

Anthony was unable to take it in, the feelings in his dick were utterly
amazing as it spat what spunk he had onto his teacher's tongue. Much
much better than wanking and much better than being wanked off: he
wished that these wonderful feelings never had to end!

Soon though, Paul realised that the boy's pleasure ebbing away so
realising that his orgasm was over, Paul held him still in his mouth for
moment or two, savouring that overwhelming flavour of boy-sperm that
filled his mouth. Finally, he gently lifted his head, using his lips to tug
Anthony' foreskin up as far as it would go, reluctant though to release
such a wonderful hot boy-cock.

Inspecting the boy's dick closely, Paul was even more impressed
with that part of the boy's body - all red, hot, throbbing with each heart
beat, saliva covered but, even more exciting, there came a final smear of
white from the tiny hole in the tip. Almost too much for him, Paul already
quite overwhelmed by all that Anthony had enjoyed with him, but he
knew that what he had done had also utterly overwhelmed his sexy
young pupil.

Sitting up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he grinned
at Anthony. "Well? Was that nice?"

"Wow!" Anthony could hardly express himself, the reaction so
common in boys after their first experience of oral sex. "That was
fantastic! It really made me feel ... you know," he wriggled about on the
bed, "really sexy ... especially when I spunked up!"

"I know ... you were great Ant!" Paul hauled himself up to be by his
naked young partner. Slipping an arm under him, he gently pulled the
boy closer, "That was wonderful to do for you ... really sexy!"

"Thanks sir ... I do like you you know!"

"And I like you Anthony ... a lot! That's why I want to show you how
nice an' sexy it is to do all these things!"

"Especially sucking my dick!"

"Especially that, because being sucked off is about the sexiest thing a
boy like you can enjoy ... now or when you're grown-up!" He hugged
Anthony closer and began to kiss him once more. He was tempted to tell
him that he loved him but knew that such an admission was not yet
possible - only when Anthony had decided the right word was *love* and
not *like*.

Eventually, they just lay there cuddling together and smiling at each
other, neither saying a word, both very content with what had happened,
neither wanting to leave each other.

Finally though, Paul sat up slightly and, there being no time for any
more real sex, nor any actual bodily need, suggested, "Well then? We'd
better get you back to school I suppose ... soon be supper time for you!"

"Suppose so ... pity I have to go though sir!"

"Better that you go than they send out search parties! I wish you
could stay here all night!"

"So do I!" Anthony wriggled away from Paul then stood up. Turning
back to his teacher, he wiggled his flaccid cock at him and giggling
happily, demanded, "Kiss it then!" Paul was more than happy to oblige
but hardly had he done so than the boy was moving away so that he
could find his clothes.

They quickly dressed and after a final kiss - Anthony now surprisingly
keen on it and surprisingly good at it - they sorted out how to get him
safely back to the main buildings. Firstly, they went down to the science
lab where Paul, in his haste to get the boy up to his room, had left the
lights on. He then realised that they had a good excuse for the boy's
absence from school: he had been helping tidy up the place! Almost
certainly no other boy had been across there, not forbidden but frowned
upon out of school hours. So, they sat at his lab-bench and chatted
briefly, Anthony very happy after the special "sex education" he'd
received from his favourite teacher, Paul overwhelmed that the boy he
had wanted for so long was finally his.

"When can we do it again sir?" Anthony was soon insistently asking.
He had enjoyed himself so much, being wanked off, being sucked off,
kissing his teacher - and wanking the man off had been a fabulous
experience as well! So, he wanted a repeat performance - so when?

"Well, difficult!" Paul realised that they had few chances over the next
few days. He explained to the boy that tomorrow, Monday, the choir were
going up to London on a trip, then Tuesday was Christmas eve - too
many services and practices: then in was Christmas and his parents
would be there to take him home for the holidays! "We must try to find a
time though, but with Mr Fox around, it'll be difficult to get you up to my
rooms again!"

So, with only a vague promise, of future fun, Paul walked his Head-
Chorister back to the main buildings. After boys' supper, he was on duty
once more, fun in its own way - especially when he supervised the boys'
bath-time, but all he wanted was to be alone with Anthony - in bed with
him so that he could once more suck his lovely school-boy penis and
drink more of his precious warm drops of boy-sperm.
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Although with the boy a lot over the next few days, there was no
chance for them to do anything sexual together! Anthony was quiet
during the Monday, certainly Paul thought, trying to come to terms with
what had happened. But when he was again putting the choristers to bed
that evening, Anthony told him in no uncertain terms just what he wanted!
What's' more, his words were whispered as he undressed for bed, at the
moment he pulled his underpants down, making sure that Paul saw the
aroused state he was in!

Their chance finally came on Christmas Eve - after the long Nine
Lessons & Carols Service. Once more, Anthony had excelled himself as
principal soloist, but later, he only wanted to be with his favourite
teacher.

As previously, they started by sitting in the long corridor, the boy
quickly bringing up the subject of sex, quick to ask, "Do you want to wank
me again sir?" He grinned, "I had a fabulous wank in bed last night, but it
wasn't as good as when you tossed me off." Then, smirking wickedly, he
added, "An' I want to wank you off as well, it was fun the other day!" As
he spoke, he pulled Paul's hand to the front of his shorts, squirming
happily when then man started to fondle his already stiff penis.

"Course I do ... shall we see if the coast's clear?"

Quickly they rushed over to Old Palace, happily passing the assistant
organist on the way, who told them that he was off to sherry and an early
dinner with the Dean!

So, up in Paul's room, clothes were quickly removed, Anthony's cock
soon in Paul's mouth! All too quickly for him, the boy was spurting his
fresh sweet tasting seed down his throat - much more than last time as of
course, it was the boy's first orgasm of the day. As Paul later told him, it
had been the best Christmas present he'd get that year!

After that, Anthony wanked Paul off, first willingly sucking him a little,
although too scared to go all the way! That didn't really matter to Paul,
especially, when the boy brought him to a very productive, very enjoyable
orgasm. Then, as they simply cuddled, wet with Paul's sperm, Anthony
finally whispered that he loved him, sentiments Paul was able to echo,
happier than ever to be able to tell a boy he loved him.

Declared lovers, they cuddled briefly, Paul finally giving the boy a
protracted slow, lascivious wank - surprisingly productive as it turned out!
=======

That was just how things started - things got better from then on!
During the course of the next two terms, Paul & Anthony managed to
have fun together surprisingly frequently, soon quite skilled at working
out times when they could safely be alone together. Usually, such times
were short, just time enough for Paul to give his boyfriend a much
enjoyed wank or blowjob. But once in a while, they managed a longer
session when much mutual masturbation was enjoyed by them both

By the end of the Spring-Term, Anthony had plucked up the courage
to suck Paul - all the way! Then, during a wild session in Paul's flat early
one Saturday evening in the middle of the Summer-Term, the boy finally
offered his arse to the man he loved, rather surprised to discover that he
rather enjoyed having the man up him and squirting a big load of sperm
into his rectum!

Anthony was a great boy-friend for Paul, but it was an affair his
Head-Chorister enjoyed to the full as well!


THE END: October 1996