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Subject: CHORISTERS HOUSE 9 (Adult/Youth) As always, this story is total fantasy -- these events never happened and it is merely a product of my perverted imagination -- and any similarities between real people and individual characters, and real venues and these fictitious ones, is purely coincidental! Nifty is a source of great entertainment, but also needs funds to survive. You can make a donation by following this link: https://donate./donate.html Here are other stories by the same fty//gay/adult-youth/seducing-sibelius/ It's always gratifying to receive feedback. The author may be contacted ail Just a short chapter this time, but I hope you enjoy just the same. I actually intended to finish this story a couple of chapters ago, but have received so much encouragement that I've continued it. Maybe one more chapter after this one if enough interest. CHORISTERS HOUSE 9 (Adult/Youth) I rarely had trouble sleeping, but that night I tossed and turned, disturbed by anxieties about the possible complications resulting from the chain of events I had put in motion. Micky had presented his nightly report before turning in himself. I asked him how he felt about sharing his 'cell' with Toby and he assured me that he had warmed to the idea of having company for a change, although Ant had apparently warned him that Toby was a particularly noisy wanker! Mention of Ant had given me the opportunity to throw in a subtle enquiry about whether Tawfiiq seemed to have settled in. "Ant was still reading when I popped my head round the door, and Tawfiiq was fast asleep." Micky looked at me a little askew, and with a bit of a smirk. "Probably knackered after all the excitement." Was I being paranoid, or was there a more specific suspicion of what 'Sir' and the new boy had been up to? And, knowing how rumours and speculation spread through Choristers like wildfire, I wondered whether such suspicion might now be more generally held. It was an early breakfast morning for Choristers House as we had an important choir practice scheduled. Easter was fast approaching which, of course, was a busy time for us. To my relief the atmosphere in the dining hall seemed normal and relaxed -- that is until I felt William's hand brush onto my thigh. "I shall expect a full report, with all the sexy details later, Sir" he whispered, grinning. "Whatever are you talking about, William?" I asked, attempting innocence. "Tut tut, Sir. No need to be coy with me! Did he do you too, sir, or did you just do him?" "DO, William? What exactly do you mean by 'DO'?" "Well I don't s'pose even you, Sir,would fuck on the first 'date', but I bet you gave him a blowjob. Am I right,Sir?" This, coming from such an angelic-looking boy seemed totally incongruous, especially as he had slid his hand into my crotch and was fondling enthusiastically!In my peripheral vision I noticed Geraint looking wide-eyed and open-mouthed. "You're catching flies again Geraint!" said William. "You said the 'f' word!" retorted the youngster. "Sir! You heard him didn't you?" William held his cupped hands over Geraint's ears. "Block your ears off, Geraint, we're talking man stuff!" "Er ... William ... do you think we might have this conversation later? Preferably somewhere a bit more private?" I dropped my voice even lower. "And would you please remove your hand from my privates. I'm going to have to stand up in a minute, which could be embarrassing!" He giggled, but complied, but not without first making me promise that he would get a full report later. I had a dilemma -- one of the less problematic matters that had occupied my disturbed night, but nonetheless pressing. Shortly we would, en masse, make our way across to the Cathedral. Tawfiiq was not actually a member of the choir, but he couldn't stay behind on ankara escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort) his own. I had a bundle of scores of the pieces we were due to rehearse and when I rose from the table a few slipped off the pile. Ant and Tawfiiq just happened to be passing and they both bent to help retrieve them. "We'll help you, Sir" offered Ant. Tawfiiq was probably still a little embarrassed about his display of sexiness the previous evening, and he smiled at me shyly. Was that a protrusion in his shorts? Was he maybe thinking about a particular aspect of our activity? They both fell in step with me as we crossed the quad, each of us carrying some of the scores, which gave me an idea. One of my responsibilities was to look after the choir's archive of sheet music, which was stored on shelves in my more than adequate bedsit, and to make sure that the right scores of the right pieces were available when needed. I have to admit than I was not the best organised individual and, over time, some had got mixed up. Maybe Tawfiiq could take on the role of 'Choir Archivist' -- he had already demonstrated an organised and methodical aptitude in his approach to maths. It would free me from one of the many duties I seem to have acquired, give him a legitimate function within the choir, help him to exercise his written language skills, and have the added bonus of an excuse to regularly visit my rooms! Then added inspiration struck! When playing the organ I often needed a page turner, which usually meant one of the boys leaving the choir stalls to fulfil the function which was not ideal. He wouldn't need to be able to read music, just respond to a nod when a page needed to be turned. My brain was spinning even further ahead. Although at rehearsals and practices the choristers wore just their ordinary school uniforms, during services and other formal ceremonies they were dressed in scarlet cassocks, and white surplices and ruffs. I normally wore a plain black gown with my academic 'hoods' (B.Mus and ARCO) draped down the back. I could picture Tawfiiq in a black cassock, to match mine, with a snow white surplice (which would be in delicious contrast to his dark skin). Perfect! We had a few minutes between the end of practice and start of lessons, and I put the idea to Tawfiiq. It took a while for him to grasp the meaning of the archivist function, but he became quite enthusiastic, but nervous about page turning. Of course Ant, being Ant, had to have his joke. "SIR! As his Agent I insist he's paid the proper wage rate of the 'Union of Choir Archivists and Page Turners'." "OK, Ant. What's the going rate?" "Um ... a Snickers and a blowjob per day, Sir, and, as his Agent, I get a blowjob too." "It's a DEAL!" I cried, and we all broke down in giggles, and I wondered why I had been so anxious about Ant's possible jealous reaction to what I was certain he'd guessed had happened the previous evening. As we had about an hour before start of lessons I suggested that I show Tawfiiq where the scores were stored and how they should be organised. The shelves where they were kept in my rooms were an untidy mess. There were box files labelled with the names of composers, but also just piles of unsorted sheet music. Tawfiiq quickly understood that his first task was to get them organised and stored away methodically. Ant and I left him to it for a few minutes. Ant beckoned me closer so he could talk quietly. "He told me that you made him feel better than he has in his whole life last night. He also asked me whether you had ever done it to me too, so I told him 'yes'. I SO wanted to have a bit of fun with him but he fell asleep! You must have shattered him, and we didn't have time this morning for any fun. So I'm really horny now, Sir", and he reached down to grasp the front ankara genç escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/ankara-genc-escort) of his shorts. But that wasn't enough for Ant! He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand so I could take over manipulating him through his shorts. Tawfiiq had his back to us, but he turned and watched as Ant quickly unbuttoned his shorts and pulled out his stiff cock so I could get at it directly. Tawfiiq smiled and came to stand closer in front of us. Ant began to grope him and opened the fly to pull out his long thin cock. "I think we should get our wages in advance Sir," said Ant mischievously. "Don't forget, we both get a blowjob. The Snickers can wait 'til later!" Without saying a word I took hold of their cocks in each hand and led them to the settee, where I sat on the edge with them standing in front of me. What a sight! Two stiff young cocks poking out through open flies, but quite different in appearance. Ant's pale and somewhat stubby version was crowned by a partially retracted foreskin revealing a portion of darker bare knob. Tawfiiq's was a contrast -- long and thin, the dark shaft topped by his totally exposed and beautifully sculpted glans, the purplish skin taut and seeming to glow in the room's overhead light. Where to start? I quickly decided that Tawfiiq might be a little embarrassed to start with, getting sucked and being watched by his friend, which I knew would not be a problem for Ant. So I pulled Ant closer, slid my lips over his knob, and sucked. It jerked against the roof of my mouth and I glanced up to see his head thrown back and mouth open. "O YES!" he moaned. In my peripheral vision I could see Tawfiiq's shaft also twitch as Ant's disappeared completely into my mouth. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around the dark shaft and pulled him closer so they were standing closely side by side. As I sucked on Ant's, I stroked Tawfiiq's whose gaze was glued to the action of my mouth. It was time for a changeover. Sucking strongly from the base to the tip I released Ant with a loud 'plop'. Although he protested I knew he would be keen to watch Tawfiiq receive my oral treatment, and Tawfiiq was obviously dying to be sucked if the twitching of his cock in my hand was anything to go by! Pursing my lips I slowly leaned in and allowed Tawfiiq's knob to gradually enter my hot mouth. But I didn't stop there. My lips continued to slide slowly, so very slowly, down the long thin shaft. Tawfiiq's knees began to tremble and he placed his hands on my shoulders for support. As I started to stroke Ant with a free hand, he yanked his shorts and briefs down past his thighs and allowed them to drop around his ankles. With my other hand I fished out Tawfiiq's plump balls and cupped and gently massaged. He couldn't help himself. He thrust forward into my mouth and penetrated my throat, so I obliged by swallowing on his knob. "That's it, Tawfiiq. Fuck Sir's face -- he loves it!" Tentatively at first, but with rapidly increasing confidence, Tawfiiq did just that! But Ant was obviously becoming impatient. "My turn now," he breathed urgently. So I released Tawfiiq, although he tried to stop me, and moved my face across towards Ant's stiff cock. As I was about to swallow it he tapped me on the shoulder. "No, Sir. I meant it's my turn to suck him. I've been dreaming about doing it ever since I first saw him naked in the cloister!" And Ant took hold of Tawfiiq's hips to twist him round, dropped to his knees and just engulfed his long cock deep into his mouth and throat. Tawfiiq squeaked in surprise and pleasure as he felt Ant swallow on his knob. Ant's left hand inserted beneath Tawfiiq's shirt to stroke the dark silky skin of his chest and flat tummy, while his right cupped the pump scrotum. Tawfiiq started to swing antalya escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/antalya-escort) his hips back and forth, repeating the action he had so enjoyed with me, and I could imagine how Ant was feeling that delicious cock sawing in and out between his lips and nudging into his swallowing throat. Feeling a little left out, I stood and positioned myself so that Tawfiiq leaned back against me. With both hands I reached round and unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them, together with his briefs, down his legs, affording Ant unfettered access to Tawfiiq's treasures. My hands stroked his shoulders and down each arm to his undulating hips and cupped the cheeks of his thrusting arse. One hand moved to the midline and, with its middle finger, I stroked up the crease and across his tight hole. I rested my chin on his shoulder so I could whisper close to his ear which I gave a little lick which made him shudder and moan. "You really like that, don't you Tawfiiq? Me touching you there while Ant sucks you cock I mean. Do you remember me licking you there last night? You loved it, didn't you? And right now you want to cum, you want Ant to suck all the spunk out of you, don't you? You can feel it getting closer and closer, and I know that Ant is just dying for you to fill his mouth and swallow it all." I'm not sure exactly how much he understood, but it was obvious that he was rapidly approaching the peak as his whole body trembled and I had to wrap my left arm around his chest to prevent him from collapsing. With my other hand and finger I applied greater pressure stroking across his hole. Ant, meanwhile, sensing Tawfiiq's imminent orgasm, redoubled his efforts with his mouth, and was himself moaning around the twitching shaft in anticipation of what was to come. With a low growl Tawfiiq's body tensed. "Yes, boy!" I murmured directly into his ear, and pushed my finger through his sphincter and an inch into his rectum where it was clasped in a tight clench as he thrust hard against Ant's face. Peering down across the boy's shoulder I could see Ant's cheeks rhythmically sucking and his throat swallowing as Tawfiiq unloaded, his body convulsing with each ejaculation and his rectum clamping round my invading finger. As the extreme tension gradually subsided, I whispered again. "There, what a good boy! That was good wasn't it?" He just nodded and whimpered, and I had to hold him up as Ant sucked out the last few drops. Carefully I withdrew my finger from his tight hole as Ant released his cock, although he couldn't resist giving the knob a few strong licks which made Tawfiiq cry out once more. I guided Tawfiiq to the settee and sat beside him. Ant rose from his kneeling position to stand facing me, his cock quivering and obviously in need of attention. As I leant in to take it, he thrust forward and pushed it urgently between my lips, and I sucked strongly. Within no more than about fifteen seconds he yelled and his pent up semen pumped and flooded my mouth. Sucking on Tawfiiq's delicious cock alone had clearly excited him close to the point of his own orgasm, and I was surprised by the volume he produced. Tawfiiq watched, somewhat bemused I was sure, that Ant could cum so vigorously with so little apparent stimulation. But of course I knew! Ant had proved it to me quite a few times by now. He was my 'little gay boy' through and through, and loved just anything to do with gay sex! I glanced at the clock and realised that we would have to hurry not to be late for the start of lessons. "We've got to hurry, lads" I urged. "Enough fun for this morning -- but maybe we can dream up something exciting for later". The boys quickly pulled up their shorts, and Ant gave me a warm hug. "Thank you, Sir. You're the best!" he said accompanied by his trademark beaming smile. Tawfiiq was a bit less effusive, but I got a hug and a shy smile. Then, to my surprise, he planted a soft kiss on my cheek! "Aw! I think he likes you, Sir! Come on Tawfiiq, we'd better get a move on. See you later, Sir." Not to be outdone, he turned as he opened the door and blew me a kiss!