Samstag, 24. Mai 2014

My choirmaster

I had been in the school chior for some time when I was asked to join the church chior. Mr James, the chior master, asked me to sign for him, alone in the church, and I passed.

Practise nights were Wednesday and Friday, when we could wear ordinary clothes, but during a service we had to wear the long "Wrap-around" gown which reached the floor, with a soft "Rufflete" around the neck and two smaller one around the wrists. He showed me to the changing room to find one my size.

"Here, try this one on" he said. He helped me into it, wrapped it around me and fastened it at my waist. Then whispered to me "Some boys find the gown to hot, so they wear it without their trousers on, and in summer some boys even take their underpants off, it's up to you. This is what I do" In front of me he pulled his gown open, up to the fastening, revealing his bare legs, and letting me see his nice white Y-Fronts, with an attractive bulge. I'd done lots of wanking with boys at school, but this was the first time a man had deliberately shown me his underwear

At the end of the first week, I had begun to notice several pairs of trousers being left on hooks in the changing room, and one pair of pants. I wondered who that could be, and decided to join him. Oh, walking out of the changing room was lovely. The feeling of freedom beneath my gown, letting my cock and balls swing unhampered, I found was exciting. No-one in the congregation could know that there were at least two chiorboys walking up the aisle with nothing on under their gowns. It appealled to my feminine side, looking down at my long gown with the little pleated ruffletes around my wrists.

Mr James asked who could read music and I put my hand up. "Good" he said "My page turning boy is leaving the chior and you can take his place" There were a few titters from the others boys, which I didn't understand at the time. "Stay behind afterwards boy, and I'll show you what I will require of you" More loud titters from the boys. "Be quiet all of you" he barked. At the end of the service, all the boys filed into the changing room, and Mr James came and sat next to me as the congregation slowly left.

"Now boy" he said as he place a hand on my leg "There's not much room up there in the organ loft, and only one seat, so you'll have to kneel down beside me. The previous boy managed to sit in front of my seat, and let me put my legs over his shoulders to reach the pedals, but we'll have to try different positions, ok?"  "Yes Sir"

There was a short flight of stairs up to the organ loft, and Mr James went first. As I looked up, I could clearly see his pants up under his gown, and quickly followed him, catching him up at the top, and getting my head caught under his hem. "Oh sorry sir" I whispered. "Thats alright boy, come and stand beside me". He closed the little gate at the top of the stairs, sat on the single seat and ran his hand up the outside of my gown until his hand was over my bottom cheek. As he described the organ to me, I could feel his hand carressing my bottom, through the thick gown.

There was a waist high wall around the loft, and as he said, once I was kneeling or sitting down, no-one will be able to see me, and only his head. "We could be up here naked. and no-one would know" he said with a
wink and big squeeze of my bottom. "Now sit here, in front of my seat, and I'll see if I can reach the pedals"

I knelt down and wriggled into the space between his legs and the pedals. "Let me lift my legs over your shoulders" He had to un-wrap his gown first, and as he did so I found my head was right between his bare
thighs, as his lower legs landed on the pedals. "That's good, are you ok boy?"  "Yes sir" "Now to get up. it's better if youswing around and get onto your knees, facing me, then stand up. Try it now"

I swung myself around on my bottom, and all I could see was his y-fronts and that bulge. As I got onto my knees, I stumbled forward, pushing my face onto his bulge. I felt his hand around my head, holding me there. I tried to move, but he held me firmer. I could feel the outline of his cock against my face, and it was getting stiffer. Suddenly he let me go, saying "My previous page turner liked to spend time down there, maybe you will" I looked up, he was smiling at me. I quickly made my way to the changing
rooms. The other boys were just leaving, and one asked "Have you seen his cock yet?" I shook my head "You will and very soon" he said laughing.

At the next service, I felt quite nervous, and as I climbed up the stairs to the organ loft I again looked up. Oh no, he wasn't wearing any underpants and I could see his balls and the tip of his cock wobbling away. As I took my position between his legs, I quickly looked round and saw it just inches away, then I looked up. He was looking down at me. "During the prayers, I'll close my gown like this" He pulled the gown
over his legs and I was in near darkness. Then he opened it saying "Then you can have a little play ...if you like?"

The service began with me turning pages, but wanting to turn round, then I heard the vicar say "Let us pray". The gown was pulled across, I was in semi-darkness, but desperately wanting to turn round. I swung round on my bottom as before, and as I got to my knees, I felt his strong hand behind my head, pulling me to him. I made an attempt at resisting, but only slightly, allowing him to drag me into his crotch, pressing my face to his cock. Once again I could smell his manhood, his hand grinding my face to him.  He began to stiffen, and I managed to ease my hands in between his legs and take hold of it. Oh I had played with dozens of schoolboy cocks, but this was my first time with a man. I instinctively began to wank
him. His cock got biger and bigger and was wiping itself across my face, up over my cheek, across my nose and down towards my mouth. Lub juices were making it very slippery, and it suddenly seemd to slide gently to my lips, where I held it still, kissing and licking the juices. It tasted so good. I don't know why, but I parted my lips and, OOhhh it slid silently into my mouth, just the helmet at first, but then more and more of it. I had not experienced anything like this before, but kneeling there between "Sirs" legs, with his cock almost fully in my mouth, seemd the most normal and natural thing to do.

Suddenly the gown was flung back, he smiled down at me whispering "You can pray to your god again later boy, now it's Hymn time". I scrambled round the other way, but as I turned the pages, I could still feel his erection brushing the back of my neck. For the next 15 minutes, I wondered what the other chiorboys were thinking, and it was a good job the vicar and the congregation hadn't known what was going on in the organ loft while they were at prayer. They may not have understood why a 14 year old chior boy
had his lips firmly around the cock of the 66 year chiormaster.

Finally I heard "Let us pray", and was turned around in seconds, gripping his cock with one hand and craddling his balls with the other. I began to wank him quite firmly as my mouth found his helmet, then I released my grip and eased my lips further down his shaft. I felt so warm and cosy, a bit like coming home to a loving family. I felt his curly hair touch my nose and lips, then he released his grip for a second, then puled my to him. Again and again he did it, until I got the idea that I had to bob my head. A few more seconds and I was bobbing away like a well practiced cum-slut.

I knew that I had found my new love, and was soon carressing his balls and bobbing up and down, wanking him off with my lips, going on and on without a break. I was in heaven and not taking any notice of anything else. I hadn't noticed that he'd pulled the gown back, and was watching me. I just wanted to carry on for ever. I had noticed that he was thrusting his cock into my mouth a little harder, but didn't associate this with anything. I was just enjoying the 7 or 8 firm thrust that sent his helmet to the back
of my throat, and my lips deep into his pubic hair. But then 3 very big thrusts, followed by his hands holding my firmly down on his cock, forcing his helmet fully in. I couldn't move at all, and then I found a new taste in my mouth. Oh god, he was cuming in my mouth. I didn't want him to and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let me. I looked up at him. He was smiling and whispered "There's a good boy" his grip loosened, I eased my head up and saw 3 or 4 glistening strands of cum linking my lips to his helmet, with
even more cum dribbling out. "Good timing, more Hymns coming up" he whispered

I swung round just in time for the first tune. My mouth seemd to be half full of cum and saliva, with more running down my chin. I wipped it off with the sleeve of my gown, and then saw his white creamy cum all over the black material.. Sometime during the next few Hymns I swallowed it all down.

At school the next week I treated some of my wanking friends to a blow job, swallowing their cum down as they pumped it into my mouth. They liked it, so did I.

The next Sunday he had a surprise for me. "Dont sit down there today, sit on my lap, and we'll see if anyone can see us" I climbed up onto his lap and sat astride him. "Lean back against me and have a look around and tell me what you can see" I obeyed and the only people I could see were the end row of the chior. I told him and he said that would be ok.

Then he told me to take my gown off, undo his and get into it with him Soon I was naked, sitting on his lap, wrapping his gown over both of us. I could feel his cock pressing in between my bottom cheeks, pushing them apart, and getting stiffer.and stiffer. He handed me a tube of gell and told me to wipe some on his cock and lots along between my cheeks. I obeyed and rubed some along his cock, giving him a little wank, then lots along over my boyhole. I gave him back the tube and sat back. His helmet seemed to be
guided straight to my boyhole, and I wriggled about to make sure it was engaging properly. I kept clenching my bottom, then releasing it as he played the introduction.

When the vicar began to speak, I could feel my boyhole beginning to give way. The gown slid open slightly, displaying my stiff cock, which he took hold of and began to wank.  I watched "Sirs" old hands on my cock, then closed my eyes and leant back against his chest. I was in heaven again, then I heard "Let us pray" All went quiet. I was still clenching, and he was thrusting upwards. Heavenly feminine extasy washed over me. My boyhole was yielding more and more to my lovers thrusting penis. Then suddenly, my love-canal gave way, there was a split second of pain which made me call out, then the pain was gone as his helmet penetrated me fully and began its' journey up inside my body. The vicar stopped for a second, then
carried on, as I lowered my cheeks down onto his thighs. I looked down at his hand, still wanking me, and I eased my fingers between his legs and began to feel where his shaft was entering me, and how much was left. I thought he had about 3 more inches to push up inside me, but we'd have to stand up for that, or wait till we could be alone.  As I leant back, he kissed my forhead, then my cheek. I turned my head and his lips found mine, his tongue flicked into my mouth, but not for long. As we parted, I looked down. Luckily none of the chior was looking up. "Lean forward and grab the front of the keyboard" He whispered. I obeyed, with him following me, still firmly inside me. It was like me bending over a chair, with my legs
slightly bend and apart, and my trunk flat. He was standing behaind me, legs bent, gown wide open, easing the final 3 inches into my love-canal. It felt so beautiful, and when he began to slowly ease in half out and then fully back in, I felt "Complete"

He managed to play a Hymn, and at the long prayer break, he began to make love to me, slowly at first, but then faster, his thighs slapping against my bottom. He didn't seem to care. Then OOOhhh several big thrusts. I shot my cum over the foot pedals as he filled my boyhole.

Somehow we managed to dress and appear calm after the service

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