A Story From Two Choirboys.

There were boy trebles in my church choir. Three boys who, typical of church choirboys, looked pure and innocent…but weren’t. 

This story came to me long after they had left the choir, but it’s worth relating all the same. 

Come that time when boys voices don’t know what they are anymore, our choirmaster insisted they didn’t sing at all until they’d settled. The boys could still attend choir practices, and learn, but not sing. This put two of them with too much time on their hands…and way too many hormones! 

“It started off just like a play fight. A wrestle. We used to fuck around like that since, like,, forever, but this time….something happened. I felt him getting a real hard-on…not only that, but I could see it through his swimming shorts. Well, you know what it’s like for us…the moment I saw it I started taking the piss. “Eww…fuck! Look! You’ve got a hard on. You fancy me or something?” You know, just banter really. Truth to tell…I was getting a hard on too. Dunno why. I just did! There it was. 

Then I dared him to let me see it. After a bit of teasing, he just tugged his shorts down and they fell to his ankles, and well….there it was! Of course, he wanted to see mine too. I wasn’t going to but he called me a coward, so I figured fuck it. Turned out I was bigger than him which pleased me a lot. That said, his wasn’t a micro-dick by any means. 

And then….well….i to this day don’t know why I did it. I just….reached for his dick and started to wank him. I think I said something stupid like “Go on, then. Let’s see you spurt.” I found out later it was the first time anyone other than himself had touched his dick. 

It didn’t take long either. He kind of leaned against me with his head on my shoulder and I finished him off. Feeling his dick jerk as he came was incredible. I mean, I’d felt my own, but feeling someone else’s was way more horny than I thought it would be.

Then, quite simply, he did me, I spurted more than he did, but that didn’t seem to matter a fuck. I remember I got some of his cum on my finger. I guess it had rolled down. I just licked it off….like you would if you stung yourself on a nettle.

Anyway, for about a couple of months we fooled around like that. We’d go somewhere quiet, or maybe one of our bedrooms if we had each others house to ourselves. Sometimes we’d just jerk each other off, but sometimes we’d strip naked and lie on the bed together. We might press against one another, or…..well…you have to remember we didn’t know much about sex at all…..we just did what felt natural. 

One time, I had my head on his chest when he came and it went on my face. I remember I liked it. Another time, I sucked him off. He came in my mouth. To be honest, it wasn’t very nice and I gagged. I had to spit it onto his stomach. 

He seemed more into it than I was. He asked if he could kiss me once. I liked that.

But then girlfriends came along for both of us and we stopped fooling around. Looking back it was just a kind of innocent exploration.”

An innocent exploration that had me wetting my panties! Miss Brain got her paintbrush out and gave me a wonderful image of these two 13 year old boys exploring one another. A scant covering of pubes, but enough to tell the story of active testicles and real, live, semen. 

When I was alone, Miss Brain provided me with a delicious scenario of one of the boys exploring sex with me! I imagined him shooting his cum on my adolescent body….not something I would have dared to allow, since the Good Sisters had convinced us that sperm cells acted like guided missiles and could find an ovum even if they had been deposited neatly in a wad of toilet paper. (“Sure, an’ girls, semen gets everywhere. Youse don’t need it inside ya ter get pregnant! Watch out!”) 

Not for the first time, I reflected on how sexual activity starts with that tiny gland in your brain sending a message to ovaries/testicles to wake up and get working. The resultant flood of hormones courses through out blood stream, causing spontaneous erections and wet dreams for boys (how embarrassing that must be) plus, im told, an almost 24/7/365 desire for sex! In us, well, we have the horror of irregular periods (to begin with) the lottery, going forward, of painful periods, heavy periods, or girls like me, regular to almost the minute, very light and no pain, but then we have constant vaginal discharge which gets heavier…in my case like a fucking waterfall…when we get horny. And, like boys, an almost constant interest in sex, modified only by the cycle. 

But it all has to start somewhere, that first physical sexual contact with another human being. Mine was with another girl, and theirs was with two boys, and theres something poetic…something safe in that. No-one knows another girls body like another girl, and I guess no-one knows a boys body like another boy. 

It’s not as if we got any instruction in how to get down and dirty with boyfriends/girlfriends. I think our Good Sisters would have fainted away if they had to say (Now girls. Take hold of the bananas on yer tables. Squeeze a little….no, Martha, thats far too tight….sure, an’ you’ll pull his cock off if youse do that. Now, let her hands gently travel up an’ down, up an’ down…..there…thats it. Sure, you’ll have him cumming in no time.” 

And no way would a Brother be saying “Now, boys. The clitoris is here and youse strum it gently…Michael, what are ya doing? You’re not playin’ duelling feckin’ banjos on it. Gently, boy! Sure you’ll give her friction burns like that.”

As you can imagine, we were taught that the sexual act, done ONLY during marriage and with the intent to produce children, was the ONLY way sex was acceptable.

And so, like generations of teenagers before us, we attempted to educate ourselves…..which also got me thinking. Today we have the internet…..and as much….’education’ as we could possibly wish for. But what of our parents….and their parents? Seedy little magazines on the top shelf of newsagents? 

As you know, I don’t like 90% of porn. The actresses, mostly looking uncomfortable, and the terrible acting direction and filming, but not only that. Porn has taught generations of teenage boys to ‘expect’ things like a girl to shave, or do anal, or a whole host of other things, while girls feel pressured to conform. When I was at school, tummy piercings were ‘expected’ followed by ‘shaving’. 

Almost as soon as she gets pubic hair, most girls discover it’s a two-edged sword. Sticky pubes on a daily basis, and worse when it’s that time of the month. So a girl may choose to shave. Thats ok, but bing ‘expected’ to? Fuck that. 

I happen to like anal sex….a lot….but I have a friend who does it twice a year. On his birthday and at Christmas. To quote her “I find it agonisingly painful, and I often bleed afterwards, but I know he loves it.” He may, and it is nice to do something for someone, but I wonder if she has told him how it makes her feel…and what his response to it would be.

Which made me think. Have I done something for someone that I didn’t like? Actually, yes. But I made sure to tell them, gently and sensitively, that I didn’t like it. 

I still think of those two choirboys jerking one another of….

….and it still makes me wet to this day!