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Subject: Gay adult/youth. Oliver and the Choirboys, chapter five Note the new email address, I’ve somehow got locked out of my old ail Please get in touch if you like this story. I mainly hope my friend Oliver enjoys it – it’s all for him. It is of course entirely fictional. Please donate to if you can. It’s a wonderful and rare resource in these times. https://donate./ Oliver and the Choirboys, chapter five. The three members of the OWLC club showered very quickly to clean off the lube, sweat, spunk and saliva that coated their bodies and rushed down to dinner, where Mrs Hudson greeted them with a stern look. Some of the boys had already finished eating but there was plenty left and Oliver realised he was hungry. He’d been too distracted to notice before – he supposed working your cock into the bumholes of two twelve-year-old boys would do that. Watt still had some of Oliver’s spunk inside his gorgeous little arse. He ate ravenously, a portion each of ragu lasagne and verdura lasagne, and some salad. He sat with the staff, some of whom were finishing up, and Sam, the older chaperone, moved to sit beside him. “I see all three Olivers are late. Were you having fun?” His smile was lascivious and made Oliver uncomfortable. He suspected Sam was a fellow boylover but it didn’t feel right to talk about what he’d been doing with the boys. It was too personal, too intimate to share. “We got caught up,” Oliver said vaguely. We made it for dinner though. “I’ve been having fun too,” Sam said, and looked a bit disappointed when Oliver didn’t ask him for more details. After dinner, there was the usual social evening, but Oliver was acutely aware of the videos on his phone. He was desperate to watch them, and he felt his cock growing in his pants again just thinking about it. So after a short time he sneaked away back to the room, sat on his bed and got his phone out. There were three videos with today’s date – the first one was the longest at about fifteen minutes, then two ten minute videos. He opened the first one and pressed play. Olly and Watt sat on the bed looking adorable, then started to kiss. The camera zoomed in and caught the tongues touching and wrestling, and moved down to see Olly’s hand stroking the blue fabric over Watt’s stiff cock. Oliver’s cock was back to its full size and he eased his jeans and underpants down to let it bounce into the air. He shouldn’t have been horny – he’d already come four times that day, but the video was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. When Olly’s mouth closed over Watt’s stiff cock he grasped his own cock and began to rub. He stopped again seconds later, feeling an orgasm approach. Maybe he’d wait till bedtime and see what else he might get to do with the boys. He didn’t have to wait. He hadn’t even finished the first video when he heard the door open and little Cassius’ pretty blond head peeped round the door. Oliver’s cock was pointing to the ceiling, and just a few days before he would have been rushing to cover himself and pretend he hadn’t been doing anything. Now he just said, “Hello Cassius.” “Sorry,” said Cassius. “Can I come in?” “Of course,” Oliver said, patting the bed beside him. “You can watch the videos we made before dinner.” The delightful nine-year-old skipped to the bed and bounced on beside Oliver, making his cock wobble from side to side. Cassius laughed and put his little cool hand on it to stop it. “Sorry,” he said. “Oh I don’t mind at all. You can do anything you want with my willy.” Cassius’ little hand moved up and down, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the bulbous head. “That’s not a willy,” he said. “Little boys have willies, I’ve got a willy. You’ve got a cock.” His hand moved more, covering the tip with foreskin with each stroke and making Oliver gasp. “A big man cock.” “If you keep doing that it’s going to squirt again,” Oliver said breathily. Cassius stopped and removed his hand. “Can I get it in my bum?” He looked up at Oliver, his eyes clear, innocent and bright blue. Oliver could hardly match the image to the question. “Olly and Oliver said it’s the best thing in the world, and I loved it when you licked my bumhole.” He smiled and put his cool hand on Oliver’s thigh. “Will you fuck me?” Oliver felt he could almost come just looking at the beautiful boy who was inviting Oliver to fulfill a fantasy he’d entertained ever since he’d first seen Cassius. “I would love to fuck you, Cassius, you’re very sexy, but I wouldn’t want to hurt you. Olly and Watt are both twelve and much bigger than you. You’re only nine.” The look of disappointment on the pretty face was heartbreaking. “I’m too young to aksaray escort do anything. People say that all the time. Even Daniel says so and he’s only a few months older than me. Olly’s fucked him though, and Ben, but he won’t do me. Just fuck me, pleeease?” Oliver couldn’t think straight. The right answer was no. A virgin nine-year-old anus couldn’t possibly take a man’s cock without days of training and stretching, but he wanted to, so badly. “I suppose we could try,” he said. Cassius’ face lit up with delight and he jumped to his knees and kissed Oliver on the lips. “You’re the best chaperone ever,” he said. “Do you want me to bend over the bed, or do you want it doggy style?” The words were too surreal coming from the little sweet mouth with the button nose above it, and Oliver had to take a moment to figure out what they meant. He would have to spend a bit of time loosening up the hole before ramming his cock in. “Just take your clothes off and lie on the bed just now,” he said. Cassius did so with all the cheerful enthusiasm of a child. He lay on his back, his small erection pointing to the ceiling. Oliver had meant him to lie on his belly but this new delight was irresistible. He took a moment just to look the boy over. He was so small, even for his age, barely four feet tall, with the soft slight plumpness of a child. His whole body was pale, his arms thin, legs slim but sturdy. His cock was a two inch spike with an extra inch of foreskin that tapered to a point, and below was a little smooth scrotum barely big enough to hold a couple of marbles. The face was somehow the sexiest thing of all, round, pale and lightly freckled and topped with untidy strawberry blond hair. The mouth was open slightly and his cheeks a little flushed with lust. Oliver stripped his own clothes, bent down and kissed the warm forehead, then the eyelids, nose, and finally the lips. He kissed the top lip, and the bottom, and the slight space in between. He nipped the lips lightly with his teeth and kissed the soft cheeks and the pretty nose again. Cassius was breathing heavily by the time Oliver poked the tip of his tongue between those precious lips. Cassius responded by licking the tip of Oliver’s tongue then poking his little tongue into Oliver’s mouth. Oliver bit down on it very gently and sucked it while he put a hand on the boy’s chest and began to stroke. All the boy’s skin was so soft, even the small slightly prominent nipples that made Cassius gasp as fingers flicked over them. The hand went lower to the slight mound of the boy’s belly and poked into the belly button. While he explored that his pinky could just reach to glance off the hard little penis. He was still kissing the boy, gently and sensually, and he felt as well as heard the little gasps of pleasure on his lips and tongue. He finally took hold of the stiff cocklet between his thumb and forefinger and began to rub, feeling the abundance of foreskin moving over the hard core. He forced his mouth away from Cassius’ and licked the tiny and now hard nipples. On a whim, he pushed one arm above the boy’s head and put his nose into the armpit and sniffed deeply. There was the slight, sweet smell of boy sweat and when he licked it was warm and damp and tasted subtly musky. Cassius was squirming under him, perhaps in sexual pleasure or perhaps because Oliver’s tongue in his armpit was ticklish, but he made no effort to stop Oliver. The man’s tongue and lips worked their way down the delicious torso and poked at the belly button before finally engulfing the tiny hard penis. It tasted wonderful, of prepubescent sweat and slightly of urine. Cassius gasped loudly as Oliver began to suck, his lips over his teeth and holding the little penis tightly as he bobbed his head. He explored with his tongue and pushed it into the tiny gap where the foreskin tapered almost to a point. He sucked just on the foreskin and brought his fingers back into play, wanking the boy again, faster now. Then he took the whole length into his mouth again and moved his hand down Cassius’ perineum to the tiny tight anus. He tickled it with a fingertip while still sucking and licking the cock, which seemed to be twitching. Cassius was making louder noises now, and suddenly cried out, “Stop. I’m going, I’m going…” He never finished the sentence. His body went rigid and he let out a high pitched squeal as the orgasm hit. Oliver didn’t stop, his lips and tongue still working at the boy’s willy and his finger still teasing his anus. Cassius writhed as if in pain but the sounds he made were those of someone in ecstacy. Only when he felt the little alsancak escort body start to relax did Oliver lift his head. “Was that okay?” he asked, looking up at the pale belly. Cassius giggled. “Yes, that was okay. That was very okay. I think I had my first orgasm. Did anything come out?” “No. That won’t happen till puberty starts, maybe in a year or two.” He gave the still hard little willy another lick and Cassius shuddered. He licked the white scrotum again, close enough to smell the muskiness of the little arsehole. He raised his head. “Do you still want to try?..” “Yes!” Cassius interrupted. “Lie on your belly,” Oliver said, and the boy rolled over. The little bottom was beautiful, a mound of pale delight on the otherwise flat terrain of his body and legs. Oliver ran a hand over the mounds of flesh and leaned down and kissed them, one after the other. He kissed again at the top of the crack and slid his tongue between the lovely globes, tasting salty sweat. This was much better than when he’d licked it earlier and it was perfectly clean. The smell and taste of BOY was a delight. He grabbed the buttocks and pulled them apart, seeing again the perfect little virgin hole. It looked too beautiful to touch, like defiling a god, but he ran his tongue over it, feeling the texture of the pucker. Cassius started to moan again as Oliver kept licking and probing. The taste was stronger but it was still clean. Oliver was lost in the pleasure of rimming the tiny hole, his own cock still hard but forgotten. He only wanted to serve the needs of the angel on his bed. After a while the hole started to relax and Oliver felt his tongue penetrate, just a few millimetres. He kept at it, licking and pushing the tip of his tongue into the delicious hole. His cock was desperate – he just wanted to get up on his knees and force it in – but he knew it wouldn’t work unless he was slow and patient. He moved back to look at his handiwork. The hole was wet, and still tightly puckered, and there was a tiny red part at the centre. He went down and licked some more then put some lube on his finger. He rubbed it over the hole and up and down the crack, then gingerly pushed a fingertip inside. Cassius clenched, forcing him back out again. “Stay relaxed,” Oliver said. “If you tense up it’ll just hurt, or it might not work at all. Breathe deeply and slowly and think about leaving your hole open. I’m just going to put a finger in, okay?” “Okay,” came the response. Oliver rubbed over and round the hole for a few seconds before trying to penetrate again, and this time his finger went in easily to the second knuckle, two inches deep inside the boy. Cassius gasped again and Oliver kept very still for a moment. “Does that feel nice?” he asked. “Yes. I think so,” Cassius said. “Keep doing it.” Oliver moved his finger, rotating at first, feeling the texture of the boy’s rectal muscles, then he moved in and out a bit, gradually pushing deeper until his finger was fully inside. He withdrew it slowly then tried again with two fingers. Once again it was very tight and Cassius jumped when they popped inside. It was impossibly tight – Oliver really felt like the hole would burst. But Cassius seemed to enjoy it and he worked his way in again until two fingers were buried deep inside. He fingerfucked Cassius for a couple of minutes then gradually withdrew his fingers and bent down to lick the hole again. It now had the sweet flavour of the lube on top of all the natural scents and tastes, and his tongue slid in easily. He lifted his head and pushed two fingers back in. The boy had relaxed surprisingly quickly and Oliver decided it was time. “Roll over on your back again,” he said Cassius obeyed and Oliver pulled him to the edge of the bed and lifted his legs. He stopped to kiss the tiny feet and suck on a couple of sweat damp toes. He loved the smells and tastes of this boy. Every part of him was delicious. He thought he wouldn’t mind if Cassius never washed again. Would he taste even better after two days without a shower? What about three? What about a week? He slathered lots of lube on his desperate cock and pushed against the little hole. Obviously it didn’t go in. He pushed the boy’s legs back so they almost touched his shoulders – the boy was almost folded in two. Then he tried again. It still didn’t go in, but it slid up and down the crack, and over Cassius’ little genitals. Just watching that was very erotic and Oliver kept doing it, his large veiny cock sliding over the tiny boy genitals. He thought he could come that way, but Cassius wanted fucked and Oliver wanted to amasya escort oblige. “I’m going to push in now. Keep breathing slowly and keep your whole body relaxed. If you tense up it’ll hurt.” Cassius nodded, Oliver placed the tip of his cock at the puckered entrance and found purchase. Then he pushed, hard and quickly. “Aah!” Cassius screamed as a good three inches of thick man cock invaded his insides. Oliver had never felt anything so tight, but he was in now, past the worst part. The boy didn’t clench but stayed relaxed as he promised, but closed his eyes and his hands gripped the bedclothes tightly. “That’s the sorest bit over,” Oliver said, remembering his own first time. He’d been a couple of years older and quite a lot bigger than the tiny boy in front of him, but he still remembered the initial pain, the uncomfortable feeling of an alien presence inside him. He knew the next few minutes were vital – if he got this wrong Cassius would never want fucked again. “I’ll just stay still just now and you can get used to having me inside you. Does it feel all right?” Cassius opened his eyes and a single tear ran down from one of them. “I think so. I don’t know how it’s meant to feel. It’s a bit sore.” After a moment of silence he said, “Actually it’s not sore any more. It was going in Now it just feels a bit odd.” Oliver looked down. Half his cock was buried in the boy’s tiny arse. He looked so small on the bed like that, as if Oliver’s cock would reach half way to his head if he pushed it all in. It was unbelievably erotic. “I’m going to start moving now. Stay relaxed. Deep breaths.” Cassius nodded and Oliver pulled back barely a millimetre and began to fuck with the shallowest strokes, only moving an inch. “Is that okay?” he asked. Cassius nodded again. “I’m going to try and go deeper, okay?” Another nod. Oliver pushed back in to the deepest point he’d been and pushed just a little further. It felt impossible: his foreskin was being pulled back painfully and the tip felt like it was squeezing into a solid piece of meat, but he got another inch, and another, and after a minute his full length was inside Cassius’ beautiful little bottom. He moved a bit more, still taking slow, shallow strokes, only moving a couple of inches, but it felt wonderful now. His balls pressed against the boy’s arse as he fucked, and even going this slowly and gently it wasn’t long before he felt his orgasm begin. It started with a feeling in his cock, that moved to his balls and through his belly. He continued to fuck Cassius gently while his whole body filled with joy and meaty lust. It reached his head last, and the joy was absolute. Finally it went full circle and returned to his balls and he began to spurt deep into Cassius’ guts. Both of them were gasping and groaning in pain and pleasure and delight, and the orgasm seemed to continue. Surely his balls were empty, but wave after wave of pleasure washed over Oliver and his cock kept pulsing as if it wouldn’t stop till his whole body was drained of all fluid. After an age, he calmed down enough to look down at Cassius, who was smiling up at him. “I think you enjoyed that,” Cassius said. “You should have seen your face.” “I did. More importantly, did you enjoy it? Is it how you thought it would be?” “It still hurts a bit, but it feels nice too. I think I’ll get better at it, so it won’t hurt as much and I’ll just get the nice feeling.” “I hope so.” Oliver’s cock was still pulsing slightly inside the tight little hole, and it looked amazing. “I’m going to take it out now. That might feel weird too. Just stay relaxed.” “Okay.” Oliver slowly withdrew his cock until it plopped out, releasing a little dribble of creamy spunk from the tiny hole, which didn’t close immediately, but stayed as an inch wide dark tunnel, rimmed with red. “That felt like a snake, like it was six feet long.” Cassius said. “It’s only six inches long, but it does the trick.” He leaned down and kissed Cassius again. A post-coital kiss is very different from one in the heat of lust. It was gentle, loving and sweet, tongues glancing against each other and lips pressing softly. Oliver said, “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you, but I didn’t think I ever would. You’ve made my dream come true.” “I’ve wanted to try that since the Christmas tour last year when I saw the two Olivers do it. They look as though they love it.” “Oh, they do. I should know.” Cassius giggled. There was a commotion in the corridor and several boys burst into the room and stopped when they saw Oliver and Cassius. “Oh my god, you fucked Cassius?” Ben said, quite loudly. Oliver turned and was neither surprised or put out that there were five boys, not just his own three. He sat on the bed beside Cassius and said, “Hello boys.” To be continued… If you enjoyed this and want more, you can find some of my other fty//gay/adult-youth/erection-on-the-train