Date: Sun, 13 May 2001 23:44:55 -0000
From: benedict storer <benstorer1@hotmail.com>
Subject: choirboy

Arthur is 14. He is beautiful. Everything about him is ravishingly beautiful
- his voice, his smile, his athletic body and his golden tan.
Like me, Arthur sings in the cathedral choir. He was the leading treble till
last November, when his voice began to change. Then he joined the altos and
now he sings as a tenor.
Recently I got to know him well.

We are both boarders in the cathedral school, though I am due to go to
university in October. I and was very excited when, at the end of a
rehearsal in April, Arthur asked me to go over the tenor line of an anthem
we were due to sing at Evensong a couple of days later. It was rather
difficult, as there were some quite tricky phrases, and breathing needed a
bit of planning.
We met in one of the music rehearsal rooms after school. Arthur came in
smiling as usual, the front of his short blond hair combed up in its
characteristic quiff. I couldn't help trembling as I fumbled with the sheet
music, and my own breathing seemed rather unsteady, making my voice a bit
quavery. Arthur laughed.
He sang through his line without much difficulty except for some high notes.
I told him how to breathe early and to stand properly. This helped, and I
explained how to use the diaphram to hold up the vocal line. He knew most
of this from his treble singing, but I helped him now to cope with his
bigger voice. I held him round his middle as he practiced the notes.
All of sudden my hand slipped down and I found that he had a hardon. He
didn't laugh but he turned round towards me.
'Did you mean that?'
'What - to touch you? I'm sorry it..'
'I liked it!'

I blushed and felt my heart pounding inside my chest. I just looked at him
and then, without thinking, I pulled down the zip of his flies and slipped
my hand inside. His cock was large, stiff and warm, and I was excited to
feel its length and its smoothness. Arthur's eyes closed and his mouth
opened slightly, showing his perfect white teeth. The perfection of his
golden skin made me kiss him gently on the lips. He did not resist but kept
his eyes shut.

I knelt down in front of him, focussing now on the stiff shaft in front of
me. His cock was evenly thick with the purple-red tip out of its silky
smooth sheath. I moved my head forward and drew the tip into my mouth. He
pressed towards me, and I began to hear his sighs as my lips and tongue
worked down the whole length. Pulling back for just a moment I slipped his
trousers and boxer shorts down to his knees. My hands stroked up the backs
of his smooth muscular legs to the cheeks of his lovely bum. He put his
hands behind my head and pulled me towards him.
I began gently sliding him in and out of my mouth, all the while sucking a
little.

I wanted this to be good for both of us so I let his reactions be my guide.
The first two times when I thought he might come I slowed to let him cool
down. The third time when he seemed to be peaking again I went with him. I
felt a trembling in his legs and the pulsations of his cock as he climaxed.
I let him come in my mouth in salty spurts.
I think we were both in heaven.
When I stood up again Arthur hugged me and pulled up his trousers.

Surprisingly perhaps, neither of us has mentioned it to the other since.


If you have had a similar first experience of this kind please let me know.
Ben

benstorer1@hotmail.com