Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2016 16:00:07 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: English Choirboys Part 4

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ENGLISH CHOIRBOYS PART FOUR

So far, we've enjoyed learning about Joshua, the head chorister, and how he
seduced Alex, the youngest of the choristers. Then we found out how he
dallied with Charlie and Alfie, first with one and then the other, before
spending an hour when he had fun with them both at the same time. We have
rather neglected the other two `cantoris' trebles, Jack and Jordan, who are
both thirteen. This episode concerns these two cute choristers.

As well as both being Abbey choristers, Jack and Jordan were in the same
class at school and had been friends for some years. Indeed, they both
auditioned for the prestigious choir on the same day. They differed in
looks, however, as Jordan was a tall lad with an unruly mop of blond hair
and Jack was a rather slight thirteen-year-old with black hair that was
always meticulously combed.

They had arrived early for choir practice one day so they were enjoying
some late summer sunshine as they sat on a bench outside the Abbey. Jack
offered his friend some of his chips (what the Americans would call fries!)
which he'd just purchased. Jordan took a handful.

"Too much vinegar," Jordan commented.

"Sorry," Jack replied sarcastically, "You don't have to have any if they're
that bad."

"No, I'll force myself..." joked Jordan.

They chatted about this-and-that for several minutes, laughing about their
science experiment that had gone horribly wrong at school, discussing
whether their favourite soccer team was going to be spared relegation,
giggling as one of them farted.

"I need a piss," Jordan announced, "You coming?"

They stood up and Jack discarded the chip wrapper in a litter bin. There
were some public conveniences nearby, put there for visitors and
worshippers at the Abbey, so the boys went there together. There was no-one
else about as they stood side-by-side at the urinals. They unzipped and
were soon pissing.

"Have you seen the latest pictures?" Jack asked. He was referring to the
obscene graffiti that regularly appeared on the cubicle walls and was just
as regularly cleaned up by Abbey staff.

"More giant dicks and hairy cunts, I suppose!" Jordan replied.

They finished their pissing and washed their hands.

"Let's check it out," Jack suggested, "You start that end and I'll do
these."

There were five individual cubicles and they began to check them out.
"There's a cock shooting spunk and a mobile number here!" Jack called from
cubicle one.

"Clean walls here," Jordan responded from cubicle five. They moved onwards.

"More numbers and writing here," Jack said, "Listen, this says, `call me if
you want your cock sucked'!"

"That'll be Joshua's number, I bet!" laughed Jordan, referring, of course,
to their friend the head-chorister.

Joking aside, there was some truth in the suggestion that Joshua enjoyed
sucking the cocks of others. Both Jack and Jordan had experienced such
delights on several occasions, starting when they first joined the choir
aged ten and continuing even now. Neither of the boys had ever confessed to
the other that Joshua often had his mouth around their stiffies. Somehow
that didn't need to be said as, deep down, they both suspected the other
had experienced Joshua's seductive ways and his skilful oral technique.

Jordan had by now joined Jack in the same cubicle. They were giggling at a
rather poorly drawn, but anatomically accurate, depiction of female
genitalia when a man came into the toilets. They pushed the door closed and
stifled their laughter while the man had his piss and then left. The boys
continued to look at the graffiti until Jack spotted something rather more
perverse.

"Eurrghhh! It says, `I wanked here'!" he exclaimed.

"That's gross," said Jordan.

"I reckon whoever wrote it wasn't lying," Jack went on, "There's dried up
spunk on the wall!"

They examined the crusty stain that trailed down the cubicle wall with a
mixture of fascination and distaste.

"He must have spunked up loads," Jordan commented, "It's everywhere."

"He was probably feeling very horny to make that much."

"Or else he hadn't wanked off for ages."

"That's a month's worth, I reckon!" said Jack.

"That much in a month? Looks more like a week's spunk to me."

"Liar! You could never make that much in a week."

"I bloody could!" Jordan retorted, "But I never leave it that long."

"How often do you wank, then?"

"None of your business."

"Go on...tell me."

"You tell me how often you do it first."

"Every day!"

"Me too," Jordan chuckled, "At least once!"

"Have you wanked today yet?" Jack quizzed.

"Not yet...you?"

"No, I usually do it in bed."

"Me too."

"I dare you to have a wank now!"

"Fuck off, that's pervy!"

"Go on," Jack goaded, "Or are you too chicken?"

"No," Jordan replied, "It's just a bit weird doing it here, that's all."

"I will if you will," Jack continued, "Go on...I dare you."

All this chatter had actually turned the boys on somewhat and the thought
of adding their spunk to the dried-up deposit on the wall held a curious
fascination.

"Okay," Jordan said at last, "But we both do it together."

Jack made the first move, unzipping his trousers and reaching a hand inside
his underpants. Jordan followed and the two boys were soon coaxing their
teenage cocks to full erection.

"Ready?" said Jack.

"Yeah," Jordan answered.  The two boys pulled their trousers and underwear
down to expose their genitals. Jack was less developed with a stiff,
four-inch cut penis decorated with a splash of delicately curling pubes at
the base. His little balls were held tight in a small, hairless
scrotum. Jordan's prick seemed to match his lanky build and was a long,
slender penis just short of five inches. The foreskin funnelled to a little
point at the tip and the base was decorated with a defined triangle of
short pubes. His balls were not very large but they were hanging low in
their sac and jiggled as he began to manipulate his cock.

"You're big!" Jack commented.

"S'pose so," Jordan replied, "But yours is fatter."

They wanked for a few moments in silence each watching the other. Jordan
preferred stroking the whole shaft with fingers and thumbs whereas Jack
favoured manipulating the head of his little cock.

"Can you pull the skin back?" Jack asked. He knew Joshua could skin right
back but wondered whether all boys were able to do it.

"No, not all the way," Jordan answered. He showed Jack as he pulled back
his foreskin, exposing most of the darker coloured knob but not all. A
droplet of precum oozed from the slit.

"Precum," Jack commented, "You must be getting there!"

"Yeah, close," Jordan muttered as they continued wanking

"Do your balls always hang down like that?"

"Yeah, mostly."

"Can I...?" Jack asked, "You know, have a quick feel?"

Jordan didn't speak. Instead he turned closer to Jack and offered his groin
for closer inspection. Jack reached a hand out and cupped the hairless
ballbag, feeling the two little orbs within. Jordan gave a little shiver as
he felt Jack squeezing them gently.

"That feels good," he moaned.

"Yep, it always feels better when someone else..." Jack's voice trailed off
as he realised what he was admitting.

Jordan didn't force the issue, after all, he wasn't innocent either. Jack
wasn't the first boy to have felt him down there by any means. Instead, he
reached out and took Jack's stiff cocklet in his hand.

"We can wank each other, if you like," he suggested.

Jack moved his hand up to Jordan's thin cock. It felt so hard in his grip
as he wanked it a few times.

"Do me first," Jordan pleaded, "Then I'll do you."

Jack didn't need to be asked again. He stood behind his friend, wanking the
stiff cock with one hand and playing with the bouncing balls with the
other. He'd only managed a few strokes when Jordan whispered, "I'm
cumming!"

It was an impressive squirt. Perhaps not the quantity but certainly the
vigour with which it spat from his cock. The first thin stream shot against
the wall and was followed by two smaller pulses that dripped onto the
ground. Jordan sighed and Jack watched, amazed.

"Fuck!" Jack said, "Bucketloads!"

It was, of course, an exaggeration but Jack had certainly never seen that
much cum in one go. He slowed his pace, coaxing the final drops of teen
spunk from Jordan's slender tube.

The two boys swapped places, treading carefully around the drops of
Jordan's cum spattered on the floor. Now Jordan took Jack's smaller cock
and began to work it in the way he'd observed, concentrating on the head of
the boy's member.

Jack relished the attention. He closed his eyes and surreptitiously reached
behind him to grope his friend. Jordan's cock was still quite hard and Jack
could feel the stickiness on his fingers. He could feel his orgasm approach
and shuffled closer to the wall so he could add his contribution to that of
Jordan and the anonymous previous donor.

Jordan noticed Jack's legs were trembling as he reached the point of no
return. With a guttural sob, Jack peaked and his tiny squirt of clear
boycum hit the wall.

They wiped themselves clean on some toilet paper and admired their efforts
which were now trickling down the wall. Then Jack found a pencil (good
choristers always took a pencil to practices to mark their music!) and
scrawled on the wall. Beneath where it said `I wanked here' it now said,
`so did we' followed by two smiley faces.

The two choristers were still laughing about their exploits when they
reached the choir-school for the rehearsal.