Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2017 20:09:51 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: ENGLISH CHOIRBOYS PART FIVE

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ENGLISH CHOIRBOYS PART FIVE

Eleven-year-old Charlie was having a shower, enjoying the warm water as it
splashed all over his slight frame and humming to himself in his sweet
treble voice. He was always singing - not surprising for an Abbey choirboy
– and this time it was the melody of a new anthem the choir had been
learning. He reached for the shower gel and squirted a generous dollop into
his hand. He was soon rubbing the lather across his smooth chest and around
his armpits, feeling the soapy trickles running down his body. Next, he
washed his feet before turning his attention to his little bottom. He
always enjoyed this part, rubbing a finger into his crack and around the
puckered hole. He pushed a soapy finger inside a little way. It slipped in
easily as this was something he always did when he had a shower. He hadn't
quite made the connection in his mind that this kind of stimulation was
sexual, he just knew he enjoyed it. Sure enough, his little three-inch cock
soon popped upright in appreciation. He looked down at it, the water
splashing behind his head and running over his shoulders.  He took the
pretty, cut cock between his fingers. He recalled how Joshua had admired it
when they had recently been up to mischief together. Although he liked his
little organ he hoped it would soon be as big as Joshua's was. Joshua was
able to make spunk. How Charlie looked forward to doing that! The `funny
feeling' Charlie often experienced was amazing but the idea of producing
the sticky white stuff was something he envied. Now he thought of Joshua's
pubes. He was envious of those, too, but then he remembered that Joshua had
discovered a solitary pube sprouting from Charlie's otherwise hairless
groin. He looked for it. Sure enough, there it was. Still fine and delicate
but it was definitely a pube! He stroked the area around as if to coax the
soft down into growth.  As Charlie played with his boycock his mind
wandered to some of the other boys in the choir. There was Alex. I bet his
willy is still tiny, thought Charlie. Then he wondered if the younger boy
got hard in the shower. Had he discovered the `funny feeling' yet? Next, he
thought about Alfie. He reminisced about recent events when Alfie and
Joshua had come home with him one afternoon. Joshua had sucked each of them
and they had wanked him until he made spunk. He'd had a quick suck of
Joshua's cock, too. Now he wished he'd sucked Alfie's little cock. That was
something he had to do.  Now Charlie's thoughts turned to Jack and Jordan,
the two thirteen-year-old choristers. He wondered what their cocks were
like. Did they have pubes yet? Could they make spunk? There was only one
way he could find out, he decided, and that would be to simply ask them. He
imagined Jack and Jordan having a wank and spunking up like Joshua had
done. That was enough and Charlie juddered to a dry orgasm.

...

It was a few days later, and the choristers had just been dismissed at the
end of choir practice. They were supposed to leave the cloisters
respectfully but it was usually a noisy gaggle of youngsters that stampeded
along. Only occasionally would there be a member of the Abbey staff there
to remind them where they were and that they should save their chatter
until they had left the Abbey precincts.  Charlie was alongside Jack. They
were joking about how someone had farted during the practice.  "He who
smelt it, dealt it!" quipped Jack.  The boys were now in the street, making
their way homewards. Most of them lived within walking distance of their
homes and they went off in their separate ways.  Charlie tagged along with
Jack as they were both going in the same direction.  "Have you got the new
game yet?" Jack asked, referring to the latest FIFA PlayStation game.
"Yeah, I bought it with my birthday money," Charlie replied.  "Cool, do you
reckon I could borrow it sometime?"  "Yeah, when I'm done we'll do a swap
or something. What games have you got?"  Jack listed some of his games and
they discussed the relative merits of them as they continued to
walk. Charlie had an idea.  "Do you wanna come back to mine for a bit?" he
suggested, "We could have a look at the game if you like."  Jack was almost
fanatical about soccer and PlayStation games so the invitation was
irresistible.  "Yeah, sure," he enthused, "I'll just text my mum to let her
know I'll be home later."  Charlie smiled. His plan was going perfectly so
far.  Charlie's home was only a short walk from the Abbey and they were
soon there. The house was empty as both of Charlie's parents were still at
work. As usual, his mother had left him a snack in case his was hungry
before she got home. He shared it with Jack and then they went upstairs to
Charlie's bedroom.  Things began innocently. Charlie booted his new game
and they picked sides. Jack chose Manchester United and Charlie selected
Chelsea, his favourite team. They played for a while until the score was
even on two goals each.  "Great game," said Jack, "but I'm going to have to
go in a bit," said Jack.  "Shall we quit now on a draw, then?"  "How about
next goal wins?"  They resumed playing.  "Hey, Jack, have you got a
girlfriend yet?" Charlie asked.  "Girlfriend? What sort of question is
that?"  "I just wondered, that's all. I saw you with Lauren in the
playground this morning and..."  "She's just a mate, that's all."  "I
reckon she fancies you."  Jack laughed. "Don't be daft! We're just good
friends."  "I reckon you fancy her, too," Charlie continued to tease, "I
reckon you want to snog her."  They had, by now, paused the game so their
conversation could continue.  "So what if I do," Jack responded.  "I reckon
you want to feel her up," teased Charlie.  "Fuck off!"  "Oooh, touchy!"
laughed Charlie, "Sounds to me like you really are in love!"  Charlie
grabbed Jack in his arms and they tussled.  "Oh, kiss me, Jacky-wacky!"
joked Charlie, putting on his best `girly' voice and puckering his lips.
"Fuck off!" snorted Jack, even though he was secretly enjoying the fun
wrestling with his young friend. They were soon tumbling onto the floor,
Jack sprawled below Charlie who was sitting on his chest.  "Oh,
Jacky-wacky, feel my titties!" Charlie teased, pulling Jacks hands up onto
his chest. "Oooh, you like that, don't you? Jacky-wacky loves Lauren,
doesn't he?"  They wrestled again until the older boy's strength began to
gain the upper hand. Moments later, it was Charlie who was pinned down with
Jack kneeling astride him. Jack was using his knees to hold Charlie's arms
against the floor and this meant that his groin was only inches from
Charlie's face. The exertion had left them both a little out-of-breath but
it didn't stop Charlie from his provocation. He continued to tease Jack.
"Does Jacky-wacky wanna fucky-wucky!" his high-pitched voice shrilled.
Perhaps it was all this talk of sex or perhaps it was the way in which the
young boy was squirming beneath him, whatever it was, Jack was stiffening
inside his trousers.  "Quit the Jacky-wacky stuff, you bastard!" Jack
threatened, forcing his weight onto Charlie.  "Ouch!" squealed Charlie,
finally submitting.  For a moment, there was a silence with neither of the
boys knowing quite where all this was leading. Unexpectedly, it was Jack
who made the next move. He wondered whether the rough play had excited
Charlie in the same way that it had done to him. Reaching behind himself he
grabbed at Charlie's groin. Charlie began to wriggle again in a
half-hearted attempt to break free.  "Geroff!" he complained. His giggles
revealed that he was actually quite enjoying all of this.  Jack felt the
little hardness in the front of Charlie's trousers.  "OMG! Lookee what I've
found here!" he grinned, "Charlie's got a stiffie!"  "So? Don't you get
stiffies, then?"  Jack pondered momentarily and then confessed. "I've got
one now, as a matter of fact."  Charlie was still helplessly pinned down
but he could see that Jack's trousers were tented. He wriggled again but it
was not enough to stop Jack who was unfastening the button on the younger
boy's trousers. He could now easily slip his hand inside, feeling the
warmth of the boy beneath him. His fingers crept down between Charlie's
trousers and briefs until they found the three-inch cock straining to full
erection. He manipulated it, making Charlie sigh with delight.  "Do you
know what wanking is?" Jack asked.  "Of course," Charlie replied, "It's
playing with your willy, isn't it!"  "So, do you wank then?"
"Sometimes...What about you?"  "Yeah, maybe." Jack fibbed. Since he'd
discovered the delights of masturbation barely a day went by when he didn't
wank once, twice or more.  "Can you make sperms?" Charlie asked, still
helplessly restricted on the floor.  "Yeah, I can."  "When did you first
make sperms?"  "Last year, when I was twelve."  Jack's hand was now inside
Charlie's tight briefs, fondling the hairless cocklet.  "You need to get a
few pubes first and then you'll start making spunk too," Jack explained.
"I have got pubes," Charlie protested, "Well, one big one and lots of
little ones!"  "I bet you haven't," teased Jack.  "If you bloody get off me
I'll prove it!"  The two youngsters scrambled to their feet and stood
facing one another.  "It looks like you've got a stiffie, too!" Charlie
smiled, pointing at the bulge in Jack's trousers.  "C'mon then," said Jack,
"show me your pubes."  Charlie didn't hesitate, pulling down both trousers
and briefs in a single movement. His little cock bounced upwards. He looked
down at himself and searched for the solitary pube.  "There, you see!" he
announced, "A pube!"  Jack took a closer look, reaching a hand towards the
eleven-year-old's nakedness.  "Let me feel it," he said. He flicked the
tiny wisp with a fingertip. "Yep, that's a real pube."  "I bet you've got
loads more than me," said Charlie.  "Yeah, quite a few."  "Can I see?"  "I
suppose so," said Jack.  Now it was his turn to unfasten. His stiff
four-incher sprang free at last. A neat bush of wispy pubes sat in a
triangle above the base of his hardness.  "Your willy's different!" gasped
Charlie.  "Yeah, I'm circumcised...do you wanna feel it?"  Charlie took
hold of Jack's pretty cock.  "It's a big willy, isn't it!" he said.  "Not
really," said Jack, "but it's still growing."  "You'll soon be a big and
hairy as Joshua," Charlie said.  Jack was rather taken back by this
comment.  "How do you know?" he asked.  "I've seen it," said Charlie, "I've
even seen him make sperms!"  "When?" said Jack, astonished at the
revelation.  "A couple of weeks back. He came here and showed it to Alfie
and me."  "He's a dirty bugger!" said Jack, "Is there a single chorister
that he hasn't shown!"  "You mean he's shown you?"  "Yeah, a few
times...he's such a pervert!"  "You can talk!" said Charlie, giggling at
Jack standing there, cock hard and trousers around his ankles.  "He's shown
Jordan, too," Jack continued, "In fact, it was Joshua who taught him about
wanking. They've wanked together a few times."  Charlie still had his
fingers around Jack's cock.  "Why don't we wank together now, then?"
suggested Charlie.  Jack didn't answer. Instead he stepped a little closer
to Charlie and took the sweet three-incher between his fingers. They
fondled one another for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of another
hand upon their little cocklets.  "What else did you and Joshua do?"
Charlie asked.  "What do you mean?"  "Well, did you just wank in front of
each other or did you try anything else?"  "Well, I'll tell you but you've
gotta keep it a secret."  "Okay, I promise."  "He sucked my cock a bit,"
Jack confessed. He didn't reveal the whole story, though, omitting the fact
that he'd sucked Joshua in return.  "Wow!" gushed Charlie, "What was it
like?"  "It felt amazing," Jack reminisced, "sort of warm and wet and
tickly!"  "God, that sounds awesome! I'd love to feel what it's like."
Jack hesitated but then uttered the age-old expression, "I'll do it for you
if you do it for me!"  The two boys shuffled across the room as best they
could with their trousers down. Jack sat on the edge of the bed and pulled
Charlie in front of him. Then he took the little boy's hardness between his
lips. Charlie hummed in delight and pushed his cock into Jack's waiting
mouth.  Jack could taste the soapiness of the little cock and flicked his
tongue around the foreskin that had yet to retract. He could even feel the
floppiness of the little boy's foreskin against the hardness of his stiff
erection. He began to fondle Charlie's balls, making the younger boy squirm
even more. They were tiny nuggets drawn up tight in the little, crinkled
bag.  "You're going to make me get the feeling if you carry on like that!"
muttered Charlie.  "Mmmmm!" mumbled Jack continuing to suck the boy.  It
wasn't long before Charlie reached his orgasm. Jack felt him judder and
heard him sigh as his dry cum peaked. After a few more slow sucks he sat
upright once more.  "Now you do me!" he said, leaning back on the bed
exposing his four-inches to the delights he awaited. "Sit next to me."
Charlie sat beside Jack then stooped his head into the boy's lap. His first
attempts were tentative, touching Jack's knob against his lips. Then he
poked at it with the tip of his tongue.  "Suck it!" Jack commanded.
Charlie opened his lips and let the young teen push his cock in. It felt
odd, thought Charlie, and the taste was unfamiliar but it wasn't
unpleasant. He was soon sucking enthusiastically, taking as much of the
four-inches as he dared.  "Play with my balls!" Jack whispered.  Charlie
touched Jack's scrotum with his free hand. The balls were bigger than his
own, for sure, but still very much boy's balls. He jiggled first one, then
the other, making Jack moan.  "I'm gonna spunk up any second," Jack
exclaimed.  Charlie sat up and watched as Jack took his own cock and
frantically masturbated.  "Here it comes!" said Jack through gritted teeth.
After a few quick strokes, Jack slowed almost to a stop. A thin pulse of
boycum squirted an inch or so from the tip. This was followed by two or
three smaller pulses of watery fluid that trickled down his fingers onto
the wispy pubes. Jack, his eyes tightly closed, whimpered softly.

...

Later that evening, Jack was taking his shower before getting ready for
bed. As usual, he was using the opportunity for another wank and as he did
so he thought back to the fun he'd just experienced with Charlie. His
thoughts turned to Joshua, the head-chorister. Charlie's revelation had
been intriguing. So, Joshua had done sex stuff with him and Alfie, had he?
Added to that, he knew that Jordan and himself had also experienced
Joshua's wandering hands and dirty intentions. He wondered whether Joshua
had yet to `sample' the sixth chorister, little Alex, and with those
thoughts uppermost he squirted another little load.