Choirboys For Hire by (c) Joyce Hamilton: Mm

Suckling was short and thin, about my height, even more slender than me. But 
there was a sort of energy about him, a chirpiness that made you wonder why 
he was retiring.

We stood in the Chapel. Formally, I would take over tomorrow, the first day of 
the new school term, but this afternoon he was showing me the ropes. He had 
pointed out the cupboards and wardrobes. Luckily I could wear his 
choirmaster's robes and would not have to buy my own.    

'I only wear them...sorry, Parchment, I should have said I only used to wear 
them on formal occasions. For practice it was always civvies. So that's your 
cupboard. The little angels all have their own lockers for their choirboy robes. 
And I do make them wear them for choir practice. They look so sweet, don't 
you think? Up to you, of course.' There was a twinkle in his blue eyes. 

His desk had a drawer in it. Inside was a notebook with lists of names in it, 
one list for each of the last forty years. 'I keep this. It's so nice to look at it 
sometimes and remember the boys, such sweet boys.' Again the twinkle in his 
eyes. 'You'll see each name has a tick or a cross. I started this year's for you. 
You have twenty-two ticks and seven crosses. There are five, new this year 
with no tick or cross.' Again the fetching smile, and shining eyes.

'Ticks and crosses?'

'Ticks for boys who do, crosses for those who don't .'

'Do or don't what?' I was mystified. He seemed amused.

'Come now, Parchment. It's a pretty rotten job Choirmaster in a bad, 
expensive school. Most of the boys here have already been kicked out of some 
more celebrated establishment. Naughty little boys, eh? But there are some 
perks..'

'Perks?'

'Perquisites. Good God, man, do I have to spell it out? Perquisites. 
Compensation for the dull, provincial life, for teaching useless languages and 
dead music.  I see I do have to spell it out. Ticks mean the boys are sexually 
active. Means you can have them and they will be happy to let you. Crosses 
are no-goes.'

I swear I blushed a bright crimson. Up to that day, or perhaps that week, I had 
not been a sexual person. I thought I knew I was not gay. Once in truck-stop 
toilet on the motorway I found a book left behind by someone. It was full of 
pictures of men, handsome men, having sex together.. It did nothing for me, I 
was curious, but not very excited. Another time I was in a toilet at a main-line 
railway station when someone stuck his penis through a hole in the cubicle 
wall. It was huge, red, with blue veins on it, and I could see it throbbing. There 
was a great bush of red hair behind it. I was appalled, pulled my trousers up 
and almost ran out. When I got home, to exorcise my horror at that extreme 
expression of masculinity, I shaved my own bush, and have kept it like that 
ever since. And yet, girls did not interest me much, either. That's not quite 
true. When I wanked, which was seldom, I would think of girls in their pretty 
knickers and bras, imagining them playing with boys' cocks, other boys', not 
mine. But I was always too timid to get anywhere with a girl for real. So I was 
almost sexless, cursed with a habit of blushing whenever a situation had any, 
and I mean any, sexual content.

'I see I've shocked you. Well, it's up to you of course. I've had my fun over 
the last forty years, and now you, Parchment, will hold the torch, grasp the 
baton as it were. If they are not unfortunate metaphors....' His eyes were 
twinkling. He really was a most attractive character and no wonder the boys 
were in tears, some of them, at his departure. 'You will find some of them so 
pretty, and so, so willing....lovely batons...'

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My duties were not onerous. I had choir practice three evenings a week, 
Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and I taught music-appreciation. This was 
mainly a matter of putting a tape on and going round the back to my office for 
a cigarette. I also taught some Latin and Greek to keep me occupied and justify 
my salary to the Governors.

The book stayed locked in my desk. But I must admit I often thought of it. I 
dared not check the list as I got to put faces to the boys' names. I was 
frightened where that might lead me.

It was clear Suckling had selected his choirboys for their looks as well as their 
voices. Some of them were really very pretty. I got on well with my classes 
(I'm an easy-going chap, and slow to anger). In my second week I had a Latin 
class with a couple of the choirboys in it. Halbert was a very blonde boy, a 
classic type. He had blonde curls, a tanned complexion, blue eyes, red, full 
lips, and the cheekiest, most cheerful manner. Dinaro was, as his name might 
suggest, Mediterranean in looks, with shining black hair, too long really to be 
legal at this school, an olive, velvety skin, and deep brown, sultry eyes. What I 
have heard called 'bedroom eyes'. 

During the class, Dinaro pursed his lips into a kiss while looking me straight in 
the eyes, and at the same moment Halbert blew me a kiis. I swear I blushed 
bright crimson, and had to turn my back to the class for several minutes while 
I recovered. 

After the class I unlocked the desk. Yes, both boys had ticks against their 
names. Both would...if I wanted to. I shut the book and locked it up again.

That night as I slept I dreamed of Halbert. He came to me naked. The image of 
his hairless, tanned chest with pretty little rosy nipples, of his white, smooth 
bottom obsessed my dreaming self. His little cock stood as we embraced. I felt 
his hand on my cock, wanking me. I kissed his lips, his neck, his chest as he 
fondled me. I held his cock and rubbed it, loosely, as I liked to rub mine. Then 
he came in my hand, and I came in his. When I woke in the morning I found I 
had had a 'wet dream'. My pyjamas had been soaked in spunk, and were now 
dried, stiff as cardboard.   

A couple of days later, a paper was laying on my desk, in my private office, 
when I got there after morning Chapel. I read it. 'After practise tonight, see 
what's on your tv channel 27.' 

There had been a strange tension among the boys during choir practise. They 
seemed unable to concentrate, and I kept intercepting meaningful looks and 
smiles among them. We were getting nowhere, and I ended it early.

Back in my study, as we pompously called our rooms, I pulled the hassock up 
over my head,  hung it behind the door and poured myself a gin and tonic. I 
had, of course, checked channel 27 on the set as soon as classes ended. But it 
was blank then. I sat down in a deep easy-chair and pulled my socks and shoes 
off. It was hot after the summer afternoon, and I was just comfortable in my 
underpants. I used the remote to select 27.

To say I was astounded would be an understatement. It was the Chapel, where 
we had been practicing. Halbert and another boy were there, chatting and 
joking together. There must have been a camera hidden somewhere near the 
altar. On one of the plaster saints, I guessed. I recognized the other boy. It was 
Soper, one of the new choristers this term. Guiltily I recalled he had neither a 
tick nor a cross by his name in my book. So I didn't know whether he did or 
not.

They looked towards the camera, and Halberd said something. I wished there 
were sound. The shorter boy replied, and they both laughed. Then they 
embraced, kissing each other on the lips. 

Their embrace went on for minutes, it seemed, and could not have been more 
passionate if it had been the bridegroom with his new bride. Soper had his 
back to me, and I could see Halbert's hands first resting on his friend's grey 
flannel shorts, and then pressing and kneading his bottom, pulling the two of 
them closer together. Then Halbert pulled the boy's shirt out of the top of his 
shorts. For a moment I had a view of the boy's bum-cleavage, or at least the 
very top of it. It spoke to me of mysteries inches lower down. To my 
amazement I felt my cock getting hard. Halbert had his hands up under Soper's 
shirt now, and I could imagine them caressing that velvety, olive skin. Soper 
had his head slightly on one side, to kiss, and his brown hair shone, soft and 
wavy.

As Halbert caressed his young friend I was getting tantalizing glimpses of his 
hips, and that mysterious crease. Then Soper must have loosened his belt 
because his flannel shorts dropped to his ankles, and I had a view of the boy's 
bottom. I just had time to register the white smoothness of him when again the 
shirt-tail dropped down to hide everything except his smooth, tanned thighs. I 
was really hot now, my prick hard, and my right hand working at it. I had 
pulled it clear of the side of my underpants without even thinking about it I 
was so engrossed in the scene in the Chapel  I imagined my hands feeling, 
caressing, learning the contours of that pretty body.

They seemed to be concentrating on caressing now, though each still kissed 
the other's neck and shoulder. Then Halbert dropped his shorts. As I sat, him 
facing the camera, I had a sudden vision of his prick, no bigger than mine, 
white with its pink knob, before his shirt dropped over it, hiding it, but making 
a tent. They embraced again, and I could see each was rubbing his cock against 
the other boy's body. They had stopped kissing but fingers were pressing and 
tweaking. 

Halbert laughed and said something. Soper was giggling. I guessed what must 
have been said, because they broke away from their embrace, and both 
stripped off their shirts, kicking their underpants and shorts away from their 
ankles. They stood facing the camera, naked except for their shoes and socks. I 
watched fascinated their little cocks so proudly erect, twitching. 

My underpants were rubbing, so I slipped them down, and looked at my own 
cock. Bigger than Soper's, I thought, but about the same size as Halbert's. It 
would have seemed bigger as I had shaved the hair off, and while the two 
boys' cocks rose from pretty little fringes of hair, mine was starkly naked. 
They looked so charming I wondered if I had been right to remove my hair. 
There was a drop of cum in the eye of my prick as I rubbed it.

The boys were sitting side-by-side on the altar steps, their backs to the altar 
table. Halbert reached under the heavy, embroidered altar cloth, and pulled out 
a heap of magazines hidden there. They, together, selected one, and propped it 
on a hassock in front of them. Each had an arm round the other's shoulder. 
Halbert was fondling the other boy's pink, hairless nipple, while he turned the 
pages. I could not see the book, but could guess what the content was as they 
giggled and pointed at the pictures. 

Then the mood changed. Soper reached and grasped Halbert's prick, 
displacing the blonde boy's fist. Now they sat handling each others' cocks. My 
hand flew up and down the shaft of mine, as did theirs. I thought how good it 
would be to have their soft hands on my shaft, their fingers tweaking my 
nipple. Soper slid forward a bit on the carpeted step, and I could see his 
hairless anus. He reached down and tickled his nearly hairless balls while his 
friend wanked him. I saw his index finger tap once or twice on his arsehole 
before returning to tickling his own balls. Halbert was fingering himself, more 
round the anus, though. He licked his partner's shoulder, and as he did so I felt 
a surge in my cock. I tried to stop myself coming, but could not. I watched the 
boys embrace, their hands pleasuring each other as I came. Spurts hit my face, 
they were so violent, and then oozed down my shaft.  

I was still stiff! I had never known this. Always I went limp immediately I had 
come. I looked at their bodies closer now, their tanned skin and beautiful white 
tanlines. Then Soper came, spraying a little fountain over his belly and 
Halbert's hand. Halbert laughed, his eyes shining, as The cock Soper was 
playing with spurted over him in his turn.

They stopped playing immediately they had come. Under the altar cloth was a 
towel, disgusting and grey: you could see what it had often been used for. They 
cleaned up the cum, pushed the books and towels away again, and my guess 
about the camera was right. Halbert got up and went to the side of the altar. He 
must have been right in front of the statue of St Paul because I had a lovely 
close-up of his cheerful face, then his chest as he reached up for a switch. The 
screen went blank.

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In his Latin class next day Soper 'took the piss out of me'.

'Wanko, wankare, wankavi, wankatum.'

The class laughed, but friendly. 'Soper. First you should know by now that 
Latin has no 'w'. Second, there is a perfectly good Latin verb for the action 
you refer to. By tomorrow's lesson you will have discovered it, though you 
may have to search long and deep in the library's dictionaries. You will 
conjugate it correctly in front of the class and will demonstrate its correct 
usage......' more laughter... 'in a suitable sentence.'

I was getting on well with the boys! And I had not blushed!
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A couple of days later, after Choir, Halbert knocked on my door. The hot 
summer went on and on, and I had taken a shower. I was dressed in my white 
silk robe.

He stood in front of me as I reclined on the broken-backed settee I had 
inherited from Suckling. He seemed nervous, which was unusual in him, so 
apparently self-confident. 'The boys asked me to see you, sir. Some of them.'

'And?'

'They wanted to know if you had looked at channel 27, sir.'

'I did, Halbert. And a couple of times since, though the camera was off both 
times.'

'They only put it on when someone's in there. Playing. Old Suckers set it up, 
and used to watch it a lot. I think he used to tape it sometimes, too. '  

'Suckers?'

'Mr Suckling, sir. He used to like watching as well as...'

'As well as what?'

'As well as sucking, sir. Did you like our little scene?'

'I must admit, Halbert, I found it exciting. Very, in fact. Do you and Soper 
often?'

'He's new, sir, so all the boys want him. I take my turn. Do you think he's 
pretty?'

'Not as nice as you. Though he's certainly attractive.'

'Do you want to see me again? Like now.'

'I would certainly like that.' And indeed, my cock was making a tent in my 
robe. I'm sure Halbert could make out the shape. I looked in the mirror. Yes, 
you could even see the shape of my knob. Good Lord ! I had not ever been as 
randy as the last few days. Since knowing there was so much sex available if 
only I had the courage.

Halbert drew his shirt up over his head, and dropped his shorts to his ankles. 
His cock, only half-hard, made a graceful arc in front of him. 'I feel silly in 
shoes and socks. I mean only in shoes and socks.'

As he bent to undo his laces he half turned so I could watch his pretty little 
butt, bending over. The tan lines accentuated its beauty and hinted at the 
softness of his skin, there in the secrecy of the cleft. I thought how good it 
would be to press my cheek against that smoothness. He raised his hands over 
his head and clasped them. Slowly he turned round so I could admire him from 
all angles. He certainly was a vain boy, but had so much to be vain about. 
'Suckers used to like me to pose like this for him.'

'I'm not surprised. You are very pretty. I mean you have a good body.' His 
cock had hardened a bit, but still had that elegant bow shape as it hung in front 
of him. The only hair on his body was a fuzz of golden blonde curls at its base.

He sat beside me on the settee. His hand rested on my thigh. I was lost! I took 
him in my arms and kissed him. His tongue slipped between my lips and 
licked inside my mouth. I held him tighter, closer, and felt an arm around my 
neck. His other hand was still on my thigh, holding me through the thin silk. 
As we kissed his hand caressed, reaching ever higher up my thigh. Until it 
touched my cock. It was like an electric shock to me. He giggled. 'Look what 
I've done to you. And look what you've done to me.' His cock was hard. I held 
it. My first hard cock. 'Take this off, sir.' He slipped the silk robe off my 
shoulders, and we were naked, chest to chest. 'I say, sir, you've shaved it. 
You've got less hair there than me.' His soft hand was feeling the silky skin 
round my balls and the root of my cock.

'Doesn't it seem silly to keep calling me sir? I mean when we're doing this.'

'Always called old Suckers sir, sir.'

'All right then. Is this nice? Do you like it?' I was stroking his shaft with one 
hand and tickling his tight little balls with the other.

'Mmmm.' And I was luxuriating in his caresses, weighting my balls with one 
hand and slipping the other up and down my cock. 'But you'll like this more, 
sir.'

He slipped out of my grasp and lifted my legs up onto the settee, so I was 
laying along it, propped against the end. Then he was laying between my legs, 
his head nestling against my erect cock. I felt the warmth and wetness of his 
mouth round my cock. I held his head in both hands, feeling the shape of his 
skull under that fine golden hair. His lips touched my shaven skin as he 
swallowed me entire .His lips were now slipping up and down the shaft. I 
closed my eyes in ecstasy, but did not want to miss a second of his lovely 
body, so I opened them, and caressed his shoulders and neck as I watched him 
suck me off. Each time his head rose and my cock was withdrawn, his tongue 
fluttered against the vein at the front, where it is most sensitive, fluttered as his 
tongue had fluttered in my mouth with our first kiss. I was close to coming. 
His free hand (one of his hands was devoted to holding the root of my prick) 
his free hand moved from cradling my balls to tip-tapping at my anus. I was 
certainly coming now, and I felt I had to warn him.

'I'm coming. Halbert, I'm coming.'

I suppose I expected him to draw back to avoid my spurting cum. But his 
reaction was to gobble faster, with more pressure from his lips, burying his 
face against my shaven belly. I came, each spasm pumping more into his 
mouth.  With the last of my thrusts he stopped moving, though keeping my 
cock in his mouth. Then he let it slip from his lips, and looked at me, smiling, 
his eyes laughing.

'Me now, sir.'

I arranged him sitting, as I had been, but preferred to squat on the carpet 
between his legs. I don't know how many cocks I have sucked over the years 
since then, but I will never forget my first. I held his balls, almost hairless, in 
one hand and licked the length of his shaft upwards. I remember it twitched 
and he groaned with pleasure. He was cut, and his knob glowed red in contrast 
with the elegant white of his shaft. As my tongue reached the eye, I tasted a 
tiny drop of cum. It tasted like mine, I thought. Then I slipped my mouth over 
that knob, and felt it throb against my tongue. It was as if I was hypnotized, on 
auto-pilot as it were. As his hips rose slightly, I lowered my head until the full 
length was in my mouth. My lips touched the golden pubic hair. I remembered 
what he had done for me, and how delightful it had been, and as I lifted my 
head, his shaft slipping between my lips, I let my tongue flicker against it. 
Again that sexy groan! I was tickling his balls with one hand, and holding the 
root of his shaft with the other, gobbling it faster now. He was moaning his 
pleasure. I remembered more of his skill, and fingered his hidden anus. This 
had the same effect as it had had on me. Without warning, he came, and my 
mouth was filled with his cum. I gagged as a spurt hit my throat, but 
swallowed and the moment passed. I sucked and swallowed, till he lifted my 
head and, still smiling, told me he had done.

I got him a sweet sherry and myself a whisky.

'Would you believe, I have never done that before?'

'It was good, wasn't it, sir?'

'Oh yes! Thank you for showing me.' 

'All the boys will want to now.'

'I'd like you again, Halbert. Stay the night, and we'll wake up early...'

'I'll have to take my turn with the others. You should try Dinero. We call him 
Gina.'

'A girl's name?'

'That's because he takes it in his bottom. Oh, we all do that a bit. But he only 
does it that way. So we call him Gina. He doesn't mind. In fact he loves it. He 
even puts on girly clothes sometimes...panties and stockings and things. You 
should have him next...he's very good at taking it.'

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Dinero was in my first class after lunch the next day. Greek. As I stalked round 
the class looking at the boys' work, I stopped beside his desk for a moment, 
pretending to look at his exercise book. He was no scholar! But he was 
certainly fantastically pretty. You could see from his arms and the back of his 
neck his skin would be smooth, flawless, olive. I imagined what his arse would 
look like, kneeling. My cock hardened. He was aware I was standing there, and 
pretended to drop his pencil on the floor. As he leaned to pick it up, his hand 
brushed my cock, hard under the light cotton trousers I wore in summer term. 
It rested there just a split second more than was decent. I stepped to the next 
desk, turned and caught his eye. Those eyes of his so dark and smouldering, so 
full of passion, told me what I wanted to know. That was even without the 
slight nod of his head, answering my unspoken question.

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There was no choir practise that night, and my cock had been as taught as a 
strung bow all evening. Dinero could not come till after eight o'clock: his 
housemaster would be supervising the boys till then. I bathed, powdered 
myself, shaved my cock and balls as smooth as I was sure his bottom would 
be. I managed to keep my hands off my cock, which was frequently twitching 
in anticipation of its fete.

He knocked on my study door at five past eight. I opened it. He stepped in, and 
as I closed it grasped me round the waist and kissed me. We had not said a 
word yet. Then his hands on my robe, pulling at the belt. It opened, and my 
cock leaped out. 'That's a nice welcome, sir. Halbert told me you shaved. I'll 
like that. I've never seen that before.' The gown slipped from my shoulders 
and I was naked. I could see the bulge in his grey flannel trousers.

'Now you, Dinero.'

'Gina, sir. I like to be called Gina.' He undid a couple of buttons and pulled 
the shirt over his head. Then a button at his waist and the shorts fell to his 
ankles. No underpants. He stood a second, naked, and then kicked off his 
shoes. Now he was naked except for white ankle socks. He was lovely, and he 
knew it.

'Did old Suckers leave his big bed, sir? When he left.'

'He did indeed, Gina.'

'There's been some fun and games on that, sir.'

'I bet. Some more now?'

He laughed. I followed him into my bedroom. I watched the muscles move 
beneath that silky olive skin as he walked. On an impulse, I stepped faster, and 
as I bumped against him, pulled him back till my cock rested in that delightful 
crease. He giggled and wriggled his arse against me. I reached around him and 
held his cock, pulling him back onto me. I licked the nape of his neck. He 
giggled, and turned his head, offering me his lips. We kissed. 'Bed!' he said, 
and we made our way the last few steps, my cock still between his cheeks, my 
arms still round him.

He lay on the bed, on his back, legs together. I stopped and looked at him, my 
heart beating and that wonderful tight feeling in the chest that I only get when 
there is a beautiful boy, and a new one, to be honest! He stretched his arms 
towards me. 'Come on, then!'

But I wanted to look for a moment. 'You really are beautiful!' What a 
combination! Black flowing hair, full lips, hairless, smooth chest, long, slender 
legs. And the centre of my attention, perhaps, that pretty cock pointing towards 
me. He laughed. 'Like what you see, sir? Come on then!' He stretched his 
arms out wider, inviting me.

I lay on top of him. our chests and bellies together, his legs spread outside 
mine, but gripping them. We kissed, our tongues touching again. I felt his hand 
slip between us and grip my cock. I felt his anus against the knob. I held his 
head in my hands as we kissed. 'Push!' he whispered. 'Push! Thread me.' And 
suddenly I was in him, sliding up into him, feeling him grip my cock. I was 
thinking of nothing, just experiencing my pleasure. And then, deep in him, I 
was coming. I couldn't stop it. I came, pumping deep in him as we lay 
motionless. He laughed.

'I'm sorry, Gina. That was no good for you. I couldn't help myself...'

'It was lovely, and very flattering. And in a minute or two you'll have me 
again, long, hard and rough!'

'I'm not sure.' Already I was going limp, and his arse expelled me.

'You just wait and see!' He got up and stood in front of the open window, 
silhouetted against the evening sun. His skin was flawless, olive and velvety. 
No tanlines, so he must have kept out of the sun, or perhaps gone naked. He 
turned to look out the window, and the sunlight caught a little triangular 
dimple at the top of his arse crease. I felt my cock hardening again.. He turned 
again, and his cock stood horizontal, outlined in the light. the lightest fuzz of 
black curly hair fringed it, his balls and his belly hairless. He was looking at 
me, and his eyes were laughing. 'I told you so.'

'How did you know?' I was fully erect now, my cock feeling as if it had a life 
of its own. Not part of me, and never to go soft again. It throbbed and twitched 
as it lusted after his pretty, silken arse.

'I have that effect. I know all right!' He came to the bed, and knelt , his head 
buried in a pillow.

I knelt behind him, and gripped his hips, pulling him back till our bodies 
touched. My cock pressed against his body, between his balls and his arsehole, 
there where there is a hard muscle. I leaned forward and kissed the back of his 
neck. He giggled. 'That tickles!' He reached under us and grasped my cock. I 
felt him place it so the knob was against his anus. He moved back on me as I 
moved forward, and I was in him again.

This time it was a proper fuck. I felt strong and in control as I swept into him 
with long, slow thrusts. I was still gripping his hips, but as our rhythm became 
regular and easy, I rode him 'no hands', and allowed myself the pleasure of 
caressing him, getting to know the shape and feel of his shoulders, back and 
bottom. I could feel his hand working away as he wanked his cock.

Gina never was noisy fucking, but he was muttering his pleasure, sighing and 
squeaking if I shoved particularly hard. I reached under him, and fondled his 
balls, as if weighing them. The skin of his scrotum was tight over them. I 
slipped my hand up as replaced his wanking that cock I had so admired when 
he posed for me a few minutes before. Then his hand insisted, and I returned to 
squeezing and stroking his bottom. We were fucking faster now, and my 
thighs crashed into his buttocks with each thrust. He was whispering 'Oh! 
Oh!Oh!' with each blow. I was close to coming and I told him.

'Cum then! Fill me!'

Without thinking I slapped his bottom with every thrust. Left hand, right hand, 
left hand. He was bucking under me, his hand flying up and down his cock. I 
was coming. 'I'm coming. Jesus! You're lovely. Jesus! I'm coming.' This time 
it felt as if the orgasm would never stop. each thrust I pumped more cum into 
him, still slapping at his velvet arse cheeks. I could hear he was coming too, 
spurting his cum into my bedsheet. wasting it, I thought. I would have liked to 
have him in my mouth.

We collapsed me on top of him, laying still on the bed. My cock still throbbed 
in his arse, but I could feel the erection going. His arse expelled it with a sort 
of popping sound..   

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Apparently, the water tower dated back to before the school, when the estate 
was a major country house. It stood on the hill about a mile from the main 
buildings. A quick search in our library showed that it had once had an 
observatory above the cistern, built in the nineteenth century by the owner, an 
amateur astronomer. I supposed it was here the boys met.

At all events, the heavy steel door, black and rust-streaked, looked as if it had 
not been opened in years. But it opened at the lightest push, shutting itself 
behind me. The stone stairs were dusty, and lit only by small slits, like the 
arrow slits of castles. At the head of the stairs, another steel door. I pushed it 
and saw inside. Heavy curtains kept the early evening sunshine out. There was 
a single, naked light bulb in the centre of the room, lighting a circular table 
with six chairs round it. Halbert, and a boy I recognized as Soper were sitting 
at it. In the darkness beyond  I could make out three other figures, squatting or 
laying down on mattresses and cushions. Two were boys, but one, amazingly, 
was a teenage girl..

Rajan, the incredibly handsome Indian boy, the only Asian in the choir, had 
come up to me after practice.

'Do you play poker, sir?'

I thought for a moment this was a sexual innuendo. Did I fuck! But he really 
meant what he said.. I was invited to a special poker game. Strip poker.

Rajan was one of the figures on a mattress, playing with the girl. The other boy 
was Philpotts, another blonde, but more delicate and less physically strong 
than Halbert.

'Hello, sir. Now we can start.'

We sat round the table. In the stronger light I could see the 'girl', incredibly 
cute, was in fact Dinero. Gina!  

I can't remember most of the hands we played: it was five card stud. I do 
remember how the boys giggled, laughed, cried out with glee or dismay as the 
game went on. The point was not so much winning in itself, of course, but 
watching the boys slowly strip off. I had not seen Rajan or Philpotts nude, and 
Soper only on video. I could not wait.

Gina was the first to be cleared out. He (she?) went 'all in' with two aces 
against Soper's three eights. Effectively she had bet six, that is to say a pair of 
fully fashioned nylons, a pair of gold high heels, a suspender belt, and (this 
was a surprise to me I must admit: I had not known the rules were so 
interesting) herself. Now I realized the real reward for winning. The body of 
the loser belonged to the winner for the rest of the evening. I started to take 
even more interest. 

'Gina always loses like that. She does it on purpose.' Halbert was not really 
grumbling.

Gina started to unclasp a stocking. Soper stopped her. 'Leave them on, and 
stand behind me. Massage my neck.'

The game went on, Gina caressing the boy who now owned her, her pretty 
cock standing and touching his neck and head as she stood behind him. She 
had lovely legs, and not at all masculine, I thought. I recalled those teenage 
girls of my masturbatory fantasies before I discovered the reality of sex with 
these boys. She had lost her panties earlier, and they stood out shining scarlet 
in the heap of clothes, mostly white or grey, in front of Rajan.

The next hand I recall was also my last. I fancied  Soper and noticed he was 
down to his last three chips, namely Gina, his own underpants and, of course 
his own body. I went 'all in' with my last three chips, my pants, somebody's 
shoe and myself. If I won, he would have to strip (I could see his cock hard 
inside the white cotton), surrender Gina to me, and give me his body. 

I lost. My two pairs queens and sevens, against his flush.

I handed over the shoe, took off my underpants, and stood up. I was hard!

'See why they call you silky, sir?'

'???'

'No hair, sir. Lovely smooth skin. Yummy!' Soper reached over the table and 
grabbed my cock. 'You're mine now. And I'm going to have you.' He had 
pulled me, by the cock round beside him. He fondled my arse. 'Here!' I'm 
gonna have you.' His finger entered my crease, and stretched my anus. I 
yelped.

'Later, Soper. You ain't finished yet.' Philpotts was dealing the next hand.

'Oh. All right. Gina you open him up for me. Over on the mattress. make him 
good and ready!'

A giggling, simpering, very girlish Gina whispered in my ear as we lay 
together. 'You're going to love this, Silky. You just wait and see.' She rolled 
me on my side, and I felt her smooth cheeks between my buttocks. I felt her 
lips on me as she kissed, and then her tongue licking my anus. It tickled, and I 
squirmed. But it was very sexy, and even more so as her tongue slipped into 
me, in and out like a tiny penis.

'Oh! That's so good...'

'Everyone like to be rimmed, and especially by me..'

'Don't stop!' I lay there luxuriating as her lips and tongue titillated me.

There was a tube by the bed, and she anointed my arsehole with some gel. We 
lay in each others' arms. I loved the feel of her nylon stockings against my 
smooth legs, and her cock pressed against mine as we rubbed our bodies 
together. She was fingering my anus as we whispered together. Her index 
finger slipped in, and my arse contracted on it almost painfully.

'You must learn to relax there, Silky. You must relax on it or you won't enjoy 
it.'

I found I could relax as the finger slipped easily in and out. We were both very 
hard, and I was enjoying caressing her smooth body, running my hands over 
her bottom and down to her thighs. 

'Kneel!' As I moved on the mattress I glanced at the game. While we were 
playing, ignoring it, the game had moved on. Only two players were left now, 
Soper, my owner, and Rajan. Gina slipped her finger into me again.

'That feels bigger...'

'It's my thumb. Is that nice?'

'It's lovely. What are you doing?'

'There's a place up there. I'm massaging it. It's good isn't it?'

'Mmmmm.' I was lost in the pleasure now, my cock twitching with a life of its 
own as I knelt. His thumb stroked and caressed me, deep inside, his hand 
cradling my balls behind it. He licked and kissed my buttocks.

'Don't you come yet. That isn't the idea. I'm supposed to be loosening you 
up.'

'Better stop for a bit, then. I'm close.'

She giggled and her thumb stopped moving, though stayed up me. 'I say. 
Look! Soper's gone 'all in'.

We watched as Rajan considered. It was not, I thought, that he was indecisive. 
But rather he intended to win, and here was the crisis of the game. He was 
clearly the game-leader, and if he paid to see he would still survive even if he 
lost the hand. For Soper it was his last chance. Rajan came to his decision, and 
called him. With a grin of triumph Soper laid down his full house, queens on 
fives, the highest hand all evening I later learned. Rajan laid down a pair of 
tens, and then, so slowly another ten, and a fourth. Soper collapsed back into 
his chair, unable to believe it.

'Is Silky nice and loose for me? Because I'm going to have her. I've waited 
long enough. You three go and play. That's for me.' He waved his hand 
towards our mattress.

There was no foreplay. (I soon learned what Rajan's idea of foreplay was!) 
Almost the instant Gina's thumb was removed, the much broader cock was 
inserted. I was ready for it, and my arse welcomed it. It did not take long. I 
came first, spurting onto the mattress, and then I felt Rajan's thrusts increase 
in power and speed, and felt, I believe, the force of his cum deep inside me. He 
pulled out, still erect, his cock gleaming with the lubricant and his own cum.

'Bondage stuff, Gina!'

Gina tripped to the shadows of the room, past the threesome on the other 
mattress, and returned with a cricket bag. Rajan tipped it out on the floor, a 
tangle of ropes, leather thongs, chrome plated instruments. Scary!

Looking back, it is astounding to me that for fifteen years of my adult life I had 
not realised the pleasure of being tied and beaten. Not even in my night-time 
fantasies had this occurred  to me. And yet,  my fear of sexual encounter, my 
terror at first seeing the male penis in all its arrogant glory, my reaction in 
shaving my own pubic hair, these all  suggest a submissive nature.

I was soon to learn. I was gagged and blindfolded. Hands seized me, and my 
wrists were bound together. I was hauled upright, and secured , stretched with 
my arms above my head. And then the whip fell on me, on my arse first. Then 
across my back and shoulders, and then my arse again. The pain at first was 
dreadful and I would have screamed were it not for the gag. Many hands 
caressed me between blows. I felt life returning to my cock, and with each 
stroke of the whip my erection grew stronger.

I was released and pushed to the floor, still with my hands tied in front of me. 
As I lay on my back, my blindfold was removed, and I saw Rajan standing 
over me. He looked magnificent, and to this day I love to see a muscular lad 
standing like that, legs apart over me, I love to see those strong legs, and the 
muscular butt, the firmness of the muscle between his arsehole and his balls, 
and, yes, most of all, the firm cock standing, veined and proud, soon to enter 
me.

He bent my legs upwards and entered me, wordless, and with as little foreplay 
as the first time. Now, however, as he fucked me, soft, gentle hands caressed 
my body. All the boys joined in, and especially Philpotts, who was wanking 
my cock in time with Rajan's powerful shoves. A soft hand tickled my balls, 
underneath both of us somehow, and a mouth, Halbert's, closed mine. I was in 
ecstasy, and this fuck lasted longer, long enough to build my pleasure to a 
peak. Rajan came, and I came. The orgasm was so strong, I found myself 
weeping after it, clutching at the boy's body, unwilling to let him withdraw 
from me.

I suspect most of the schoolmasters took a guilty pleasure in beating the boys. 
From that night on, I redressed this injustice by giving them the pleasure of 
beating me as often as I could. 

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It seems the idea had been Halbert's, but they sent Rajan to sound me out on it. 
Probably because they knew Rajan was 'Silky's' favorite at the moment, 
combining physical strength with boyish beauty, and a certain ruthless pleasure 
in dominating me.

I was in my white silk dressing gown, loosely tied at the waist, hoping for a 
visit from one or two of the boys. I was so pleased to see Rajan standing in the 
doorway. He had a folder under his arm, which he handed to me.

'Some of the boys wanted you to see this.'

The first page was a neatly typed sheet, slipped into its plastic cover. I read it. 
'OUR PROPOSAL: ten teenage boys have decided to hire their sexual services 
. The price of each will be the same: from eight on Saturday evening till seven 
Sunday morning, one thousand pounds sterling, payable in advance to our 
accountant. The chosen boy must be collected and delivered back exactly on 
time.
Most sexual practices will be accommodated, but no boy is to be marked.
Clients who introduce another client will be entitled to three hours, free of 
charge, with the boy of their choice, on a Wednesday evening. Wednesday 
sessions will be on School premises.'

That seemed very clear, if rather astounding. There were then ten plastic 
folders, each containing photos and descriptions of the boys. Rajan was there, 
Soper, Philpotts, Halbert, and a handful of their fellows. The photographs were 
very professional looking, and included at least one of the erect penis. The 
descriptions of their sexual preferences and abilities were clear and to the 
point. 

The last page was of me! It described me as a submissive, and showed me 
strung up, beaten, and buggered by Rajan. I realized they must have been taken 
the night of the poker game, when I was blindfolded.

'Well?'

'Accountant?'

'You, Silky. And your place on Wednesdays, too. That's during choir practice. 
And we will want you to bank the cash for us. Also you must get the first two 
customers. It'll be easy as General MacDuff has already had Soper, and 
Reverend Fanshaw often has Halbert during vacation.'

I looked at Rajan, so confident and bold. His thighs were becoming very 
masculine, filling the legs of his shorts. His biceps equally stretched the fabric 
of his shirt. I thought suddenly that if he flexed them, the cotton would split. 
His legs and forearms had a lovely golden fuzz of hair. I knew his chest, so 
broad and deep, was now glowing gold too. He was a man, no longer a boy. 
And I wanted him. I was no longer frightened and appalled by the sight of a 
huge, erect cock, veins throbbing, male and insistent. I wanted that raging 
knob in my mouth, and then in my arse. I wanted to kneel and feel those 
golden thighs crash into my buttocks, have his great paws of hands slap my 
buttocks as he fucked, adding pain and humiliation to my pleasure. I was erect, 
under my gown.

I pulled at the bow at my waist, and my cock peeped out, shy and timid. I 
slipped the gown from my shoulder, and knelt naked. 'Fuck me and spank me. 
Please, Rajan. Bugger me and I'll do everything you want of me.'

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