My Friend Allan.

Allan's story.

I was in the choir at St Michaels. We had choir practice on a Friday night, followed by two services on Sunday. Well, it started as two, but soon it was just one. I was 13 when this happened.

There was another boy there called Chris. He was also in the choir, and every Friday, we would arrive much earlier than the other boys and set up for the practice. We had to wear black cassocks for the practices, and cassocks and white surpluses for the Sundays. Anyway, we got to be good mates. One day, I remember, it was scorching hot! Even for an old stone building it was boiling inside, and the choir vestry was south facing, 

I said, "it is too hot for black cassocks!"

Chris said, "it's mandatory".

I replied with, "what if we didn't wear anything underneath them?"

I suppose I was at that age of being horny, wanting to do stuff, but not knowing what that 'stuff' was. Anything risky or in any way sexy was good enough, even though I hadn't actually masturbated, I knew what an erection was! Chris agreed and we quickly stripped off. We were only wearing t-shirts and shorts, so there wasn't much to take off.

Neither of us had lots of pubic hair, I remember, although Chris had more than me. I've always been skinny and underweight, and I guess it took me longer to develop. Standing in the vestry naked with him was certainly a buzz, and I started to get an erection. I quickly pulled my cassock on and so did he. That was that, but something had sparked between us. Chris suggested that next Friday, we bunk school, come to the church and sort the music books out. Sounded good to me! The books wouldn't take long...certainly not a whole afternoon.

Anyway, the next Friday came, and we both bunked off as planned. We got to the church, but instead of going to the choir vestry, Chris said he wanted to explore the tower. There's a staircase from the vestry that leads, well, we didn't know where! In fact, it led to a room, with another staircase that lead up to the bell tower. The room was large and had a set of doors that led to the organ. There were leaded windows with three sides to it and although it was empty, it was hot as all hell up there.

I noticed Chris had brought our cassocks up with him so I knew we would be getting naked up there. 

Sure enough he said "lets get changed."

I stripped and so did he. This time though, there was no rush. The warm sun and the daringness (is that a word?) of it made my cock stiffen and I turned away.

Chris said "Allan, no. Don't. I want to see." 

No one had ever looked at me before, and certainly never looked at me in that way. I got fully hard in front of him. So did he. We just stood there....two 13 year old boys, both with erections, staring at each other's cocks. The thing is, we both had exactly the same thought in our heads....we both wanted to touch the other. I remember our right hands just wouldn't stay still, they kept moving almost on their own.

Eventually, Chris said "Allan, can I?...." as I started to say, "no one had touched me there sexually, not even me". We caught each other in mid sentence and I just blurted out "Yes!" 

He reached out for me and grasped my cock. Not hard or unpleasantly, but just right. Then he started to wank me. He did it really slowly and full length. I felt things I'd never felt before. It was like a tingling, and a pressure, abut a nice pressure. He slowly increased the pace, looking right into my eyes all the time. I just wanted to kiss him, so I did. I didn't ask or anything, I just leaned in and went for it. I felt his free arm around my waist, and I was in heaven.

Quite quickly, I felt something change, the pressure feeling became really intense, and I thought I was going to pee everywhere, but obviously Chris has masturbated before and he knew what was happening and just told me to let it happen. He dropped to his knees in front of me and looked up at me and urged me to just do it. In the end I couldn't help it...I felt this intense rush and I was shooting this white stuff all over his face and chest. It felt so good! My first cum!"

Of course, I wanted to explore too, so I took his cock in my hand and he showed me how he likes it. He was wet with a clear fluid and I think it had turned him on making me cum to the point where he didn't take very long. He told me he was about to cum and I pushed my hips forward so he came onto my lower tummy, and into the thin growth of pubes I had then.

We would go to that room whenever we could. Just being naked with him was fucking horny! I remember one time at his house when his parents were out, we were in his room and again we were naked. This would be about six months later. Chris gave me a blow job, and I gave him one too. Over the next three years, we were, I suppose, lovers. When I was 16, I wanted to try...um....I wanted him to make love to me. Neither of us had fucked anyone, girl or boy. I'd read somewhere that it was important to use a lubrication. I'd stolen my sisters moisturiser. I smeared it all over his cock and around my bum.

I didn't bend over though. Don't laugh...but I wanted him to cuddle me when it happened. So I was on my back, with my legs open and around him. My cock was so hard and pressed between us. It took a little fiddling around, but somehow we got to the right place and he pushed. I don't know, maybe I was really ready, or maybe the angle was just right, or maybe, well, just maybe, but he slipped inside my bum so easily. It didn't hurt at all and although it felt really tight, and made me feel really full, I loved it. He kissed me and fucked me so gently. I remember cumming and making a huge mess between us. When he said he was close I asked him to cum in me. I actually felt every spurt!

As allan told me his story thoguht to myself, I don't know why Allan suddenly chose to pour his heart out like this. He is married to a girl, but I think he is secretly gay, I know his father is an absolute cunt, and would never have accepted a gay son. Allan is the kind, sensitive guy who would try his level best to make a relationship work, and I shouldn't think his wife wants for anything, but I had to ask if sex with her was...er....ok?

Allan said, "Oh yes. I've learned the power of my imagination. She actually loves vaginal and anal sex, and sometimes, I imagine Chris. She doesn't know of my experimentation, so things are ok." 

His story turned me on so much. I could imagine two sweet, innocent boys on the threshold of puberty experiencing with each other, wanking, learning to suck, but it was the kissing that really had me wetting my panties up. Two young lovers kissing! Fuck that's hot!

Allan had more to say, but I had to tell him that I was really, seriously turned on. Turned on as in wet, twitching inside, needing to get myself off if he continued. He mulled that over for a while and said he would like to say what he wanted to say, and if I needed to take care of myself, then I should go ahead. Allan and I have never had that kind of relationship. I'm ok with fucking total strangers....I'm ok with masturbating with them too, but Allan isn't a total stranger. He's a mate...someone I've known since Playschool....still......

(Allan continued to reminisce) So, Chris and I became lovers, I suppose. We would play with each other every chance we got. He could cum far more than me, and I loved the taste of his cum in my mouth. Eventually, we kind of fell into roles....I was always "the girl" but I miss the fact that I never made love to him. I never fucked him in the bum. I never got to call out his name as I came inside him." 

I asked about his wife...."well, we only ever do anal during her time of the month, and when it happens, she is usually quite aggressive and wants me to call her "bitch"... you know....that kind of thing. As for imagining she is Chris, I can only get away with that when we have vaginal sex, and of course, it's only ever in my head. We DO sometimes role play that we are other people...people we know usually...and we use their names....but it's only ever that. I dread calling his name out loud because we don't know a girl called Chris, or CHRISTINE....or anything like it."

I had taken Allan at his word, and was sitting on my bed, legs open, hand in panties masturbating as he spoke and it was going very nicely too! I wasn't that far away from an orgasm! Then the idea came, I am very slim, I have almost no tits....and I wondered. I quickly took off my top, skirt and panties. "Look at me." I lay flat on my bed, with my hand over my pussy. "Come here, Allan. You never made love to me in that church, or in your bedroom in your house, but you can now if you like." He took the hint and walked to my bed, shedding clothes as he went until he knelt between my legs, totally naked. I kept up the illusion for him. "My cock is so hard for you, Allan. Make love to me? Love me like I loved you?" He moved up my body kissing it as he did so and murmuring "Chris....oh Chris....I loved you so much...." (loved?) finally, he was at my super sensitive neck. Down below, I was like a fucking waterfall....there was something so erotic about this...so desperately pure....I could have guided him to my bum in an instant, but instead, I fumbled around first like a virgin boy would do....what with my wetness and his, he slipped past my tightness quite easily. He made love to my bum gently, and with much whispering of "Ohhhh Chris....yes....oh my love......I want to cum" I responded with a few gentle squeezes down there and a lot of "oh yes, Allan, cum in me....cum in my bum" and so he did.

I would have to say, it was one of the most beautiful experiences I ever had. When Allan pulled out of me and away, he was weeping gently. I held him to me and asked him what was wrong.

By way of reply, he scuttled off my bed and found his wallet in his jeans. In the wallet was a press cutting, it was an obituary notice, Chris had died about a month previously in a car accident.