Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2016 00:51:21 +0100
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: English Choirboys part 1

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This story is an invention. The characters are not real and the events did
not happen. As the story progresses, it will involve sexual activity
between several boys aged 10-14. If this sort of material is forbidden to
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ENGLISH CHOIRBOYS

INTRODUCTION

Saint Cuthbert's Abbey was an ancient institution that could trace its
heritage back for a thousand years. The imposing church dwarfed the
buildings that surrounded it in the quaint market town in northern
England. For centuries, it had stood at the heart of the community. A
monastic order had lived here until the reforms of Henry VIII. The Abbey
held a fine collection of ancient manuscripts, evidence of a long, musical
tradition. Monks no longer sang the liturgy; these days, responsibility for
the music was in the hands – or rather, the voices – of a choir of
boys and men. It was a fine choir with a national reputation and long
tradition. The Abbey had not found it necessary to go down the route of
introducing girls' voices (unlike so many of its counterparts throughout
the land). There always seemed to be boys willing to become choristers and
step into the shoes of generations of choirboys before them.

The youngest choristers were aged eight or nine. It was normal for them to
spend a year or so as `probationers', learning the craft and developing
their singing voices. Eventually they would move on to become one of the
twelve full choristers. At that point, they could sit on one of the front
pews. These faced each other across that part of the mighty Abbey named the
`quire'. Six boys on one side, six boys on the other. Behind them stood the
clerks, the men of the choir, singing the alto, tenor and bass parts. They
need not concern us here, though, as this tale involves the younger
songsters alone.

The youngest of our full choristers was ten and the oldest was
fourteen. Boys seldom went beyond that age as puberty took its inevitable
toll. Let me name them. To the right (the side of the church known as
decani) we find Jake (13), Liam (12), Lewis (12), Timothy (11), Adam (11)
and Nathan (13). Opposite them (on the side known as cantoris) we see Jack
(13), Alex (10), Alfie (11), Charlie (11), Jordan (13) and our
head-chorister Joshua (14). Listening to the boys' angelic singing and
watching their `butter wouldn't melt' behaviour in the Abbey one could
hardly imagine neither their capacity for mischief nor the variety of their
exploits away from the pews. You've been patient long enough, dear reader,
and now is the time to reveal a few of those things!

PART ONE: ALEX AND JOSHUA

"You've got to do it, it's a tradition!" exclaimed Alfie.

"He's right," Charlie added, "I did it last year."

The six cantoris choristers were in the vestry gathered in a cluster with
the youngest boy, Alex, as the centre of attention. They were busily
buttoning up cassocks and adjusting their starched white ruffs but still
had time to badger the littlest boy.

"Why do I have to do it?" Alex complained, "What if I'm caught?"

"You have to do it because it's a law for all cantoris boys," said Jack,
"We've all done it so now it is your turn."  Joshua, the head-chorister,
intervened. "Well, it's not exactly a law," he said, "More like a
tradition...but you have to do it all the same."

"But..." Alex whined.

"No-one will ever know, except for us...we promise."

The young boy reluctantly accepted his fate.

"Okay," he muttered, "Stand around me so no-one else sees."

The decani choristers were too busy joking and chattering amongst
themselves to notice the cantoris boys huddle closer around Alex. Alex
kicked off his shoes and hitched up his cassock. Unfastening his trousers,
he let them drop to his ankles before stepping out of them.

"Give them to me," Joshua offered, "I'll hide them on the top of the
cupboard until after Evensong. He reached to the ground and took the
discarded trousers. His generous offer had its benefits as now he had a
close-up view of the little boy's groin, a tiny bump protruding in the
front of the tiniest pair of white briefs he thought he'd ever seen. Alex
hastily covered his exposure by dropping the long cassock down. Joshua, his
moment of voyeurism done, stood up and deftly concealed the trousers out of
sight. They were still warm and Joshua had a little frisson of excitement
knowing he'd had in his hands something that seconds before had enclosed
the ten-year-old's privates and hugged that cute little rear.

They were just in time for the door behind them opened and the Abbey Vicar
stepped in.

"Hush, boys, settle down," he reprimanded, "Line up properly now."

A dozen giggling, jostling youngsters transformed in an instant to two neat
rows of angelic choirboys. After a short prayer, they processed into the
Abbey for Evensong. They sang beautifully, of course, and as they sat for
the first of the readings Joshua couldn't resist glancing along his row at
young Alex. Alex looked back and smiled sheepishly and Joshua gave him a
crafty wink.

After the service, the boys hurriedly changed and congratulated Alex on his
moment of naughtiness.

"Well done, Alex," said Jordan, "you've passed the singing-in-your-pants
challenge!"

"Thanks," beamed Alex.

The boys went from the vestry and into the cloisters. Joshua sidled up
beside Alex.

"You're a full cantoris boy now," he commended, "One of us for real!"

"Cool!" Alex replied, "And it wasn't too bad after all...in fact, it was
quite...well, I don't know, just sort of..."

"Sort of sexy?" grinned Joshua.

"Erm, yeah...I suppose it was in a way."

"Did it make you feel sexy then?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Surely I don't need to explain what happens when you feel sexy!"

Alex blushed.

Joshua went on, "You know...you get a hardon!"

Alex giggled, "You mean a stiffy?"

"Stiffy, hardon, call it what you like...an erection, just to be
technical."

"Maybe I did, I'm not telling!" Alex teased.

"I bet you did!"

"Did you get one, then, when you did the singing-in-your-pants challenge?"

"You bet!" Joshua chuckled, "I get `em all the time!"

"All the time?" asked Alex, "When did you last have one?"

"Maybe I'm not telling now!" mocked Joshua.

They walked on in silence, both pondering their next move. Then Joshua
spoke, "Hey, does talking about hardons make you feel sexy?"

"Yeah, it does a bit," Alex answered, "What about you?"

"Too bloody right it does!"

"So if you're feeling sexy does that mean you've got a stiffy now, then?"

"Yeah...do you wanna see it?"

"Can I?"

"Sure, let's nip back to the choir-school and I'll show you!"

They headed back the way they had just come, pushing past some of the other
boys who were heading off home.

"Where are you two going?" asked one of them.

"Alex has left something behind. We're just going back to look for it."

"See you tomorrow then," the boy replied.

The choir-school was a rather grand name for a rather unassuming room
discretely located in a corridor off the cloisters. It was here that the
boys held their daily singing practices. There were shelves stacked with
old music and two long benches either side of a rather fine grand
piano. Joshua checked the coast was clear before beckoning Alex inside.

"We'll have to be quick," he said, unzipping the front of his trousers. He
fished around inside his underwear and pulled them down far enough for his
teenage cock to spring free. It stood up rigidly to its full 4.5 inches,
hot and firm with a glimpse of pink knob pushing free of the foreskin.

"Wow! It's huge!" Alex whispered incredulously.

Of course, Joshua knew it had some way to go before it was adult-sized but
he wasn't going to disappoint the younger boy and showed it off proudly.

"And I've got pubes too," he gloated. He pulled his hardness downwards and
flicked a fingertip through the neat little bush that decorated the base of
his cock.

"You've got loads!" said Alex, "I ain't got any yet."

"Can I see?" Joshua solicited.

"I s'pose so," said Alex, but it isn't big and hairy like yours."

"That's okay," said Joshua, "I still wanna see it."

Alex found himself unfastening his trousers for the second time that
evening but this time it was different. This time he was definitely
`feeling sexy' and this time Joshua was moving his hands forward to assist.

"Let me do it," Joshua said.

Alex didn't object as Joshua slipped his fingers inside the top of his
briefs. He stood still and watched as Joshua's fingers slid down inside. He
closed his eyes and sighed as Joshua found the nub of hot stiffness down
there. Joshua felt the boy's cock – it can't have been much over two
inches of iron-hard boyhood.

"Do you like that?" whispered Joshua, who had now come up close in front of
him.

"Yeah, it's so sexy!"

Joshua manipulated the tiny cocklet and felt the miniscule scrotum
beneath. He could barely feel the nugget-sized balls that were pulled up
tight against the young boy's warm body. He could easily fondle cock and
balls in the palm of one hand.

"D'you want to touch mine?" he muttered.

Alex didn't speak but made his move, reaching forward to grab the
teenager's firmness. Now it was Joshua's turn to sigh as he felt the little
hand encircling his youthful girth.

"Move your hand up and down," he pleaded, demonstrating a wanking motion on
Alex's sweet knob.

Alex obliged.

"Oh, yeah," moaned Joshua, "That's perfect!"

For a minute, they stood silent, each fondling the other.

"You're gonna make me spunk up if you keep doing that," muttered Joshua at
last.

Alex stopped. "Spunk up? What's that?"

"Jizz," said Joshua, "The white stuff!"

"Really?" said Alex, resuming his wanking action, "Can you do the
baby-making stuff?"

"Keep doing that and you'll see for yourself!"

Joshua put his free arm around the ten-year-old and pulled him closer as
they continued to play with one another's erections. He was turned on and
he was getting close.

"You had better stand back," he moaned hurriedly, "Here it comes!"

Alex stood to one side but kept his grip on the teenager.

"Oh, yeah," Joshua sighed, "I'm cumming!"

Joshua's eyes were shut tight and his face was screwed up but Alex was more
interested in watching the hard cock in his hand than any facial
gestures. Seconds later, the cock at its biggest and hardest seemed to
throb in the youngster's hand. A squirt of creamy fluid jettisoned into the
air and landed on the floor. Two or three smaller pulses followed, leaving
a gloop of boycum dangling several inches from the tip.

"Wow!" enthused Alex, "That was amazing."

"It sure was!" grinned Joshua, "You did that perfectly."

Joshua reached into a back pocket for a handkerchief which he used to wipe
the semen from the end of his cock before dealing with the warm, little
puddle he'd made on the floor.

"Was that good?" Alex asked.

"It was better than good."

"When will I make the spunk up?"

"It's not called spunk up," laughed Joshua, "it's just called spunk!"

"So, when will I be able to make spunk?"

"Not yet, maybe in a year or so."

Alex seemed disappointed.

"But you can get the same feeling I did," Joshua went on, "Even without the
spunk coming out."

"How? What do I have to do?" begged Alex.

"You'll have to wait, it's time we got out of here," said Joshua, zipping
himself up. "I'll show you another time, okay?"

"When?"

"Soon," grinned Joshua, "And you'll love it!"