Chapter 1: Together In The Shower

‘Give it your best,’ the voice in my ear said. I started singing looking over his shoulder towards the silent piano. As I sang, putting my heart into it, his hand ran up and down my back.’

‘Between my legs his hand was alternating between stroking my cock and playing with my balls. I felt as if I was in another place. I could hardly hear what I was singing. As I came towards the end of the song, I felt his hand on my cock start stroking it faster.’

‘A lovely feeling flowed through me and as my last note faded and silence descended, I screamed in delight as I shot my load. The feeling it gave me was lovely. So nice that it didn’t even bother me that Kerry had done it for me.’

‘He kept stroking until I’d finished firing and gone soft. Then he put both his arms around me and gave me a hug. ‘Not only was that lovely,’ he said, ‘But you sang that beautifully. Tomorrow I’m going to record you so you can hear how much you’ve improved.’

‘As I came back down to earth I wondered if that would mean a repeat of the lovely feelings I’d just had. Then it struck me that due to the way I was sitting, all the cum must have gone onto his clothes. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, ‘I think I’ve shot all over you.’

‘It doesn’t matter,’ he said, ‘Anyway, it was me who made it happen so if there’s any blame it’s mine. Did you enjoy it?’ ‘Yes,’ I had to agree. ‘Stand up,’ he instructed. I did and I could see a big wet patch on his shirt and the front of his trousers.’

‘He saw me looking at him and asked, ‘Are you all sticky too?’ ‘Yes.’ I said, I could feel that my cock and my abdomen had cum on them. ‘Come with me,’ he said and led the way upstairs to the bathroom.’

‘There’s soap there,’ he said pointing, ‘And a flannel. Give your front and your cock a wash.’ As he spoke, he was stripping his wet things off. Soon he was standing in his shorts. He had put his wet things in the basket, and he had found another flannel.’

‘But before he started to wash himself, he took his shorts off. As he stood there naked, I saw his cock. It was a lot bigger than mine, and I would have been very happy if mine was that size. But even so he was only half the size of David.’

‘As I studied it, he told me, ‘I was one of the smallest in my class at school,’ he said. ‘Probably about your size at your age. I’m no giant now but I was happy it grew as it did. Yours will too, just give it time.’

‘As he finished washing himself, he saw I’d finished washing myself. Picking up a towel, he knelt in front of me. He dabbed the towel on my front and dried it. Then he took my cock in his hand in the towel and just moved his fingers around a bit to dry it. It felt rather nice.’

‘He stood up and dried himself, then said, ‘I’ll go and get some clean clothes on. You go down and get dressed. But before you do, as I’ve felt and seen your cock it’s only fair you do the same to me. So go ahead, but only if you’d like to.’

‘I looked at it hanging limp in front of me. I couldn’t resist reaching out and taking hold of it. It felt enormous compared to mine and I was so hoping that one day I’d be that size.’

‘As I explored all over it, it started to grow, and I let go in surprise. ‘It’s ok,’ he said, ‘Keep hold.’ I took it back in my hand and held it until it was fully hard. It gave a few flexes which was nice and reminded me of David.’

‘Then he said, ‘I’ll see you downstairs.’ He turned and went out. I had just finished getting dressed downstairs when he came into the room in clean trousers and a top.’

‘He came over to me, gave me a hug, kissed the top of my head and said, ‘You did really well tonight, I’ll see you same time tomorrow.’

‘How did you feel in bed that night?’ Lewis asked. ‘I was trying to make up my mind if what we had been doing really did help my singing or if it was just an excuse to play with my cock,’ Cliff said. ‘As I thought about it, I went hard and just had to fire myself. It was a lovely fire.’

‘What conclusion did you come to?’ Lewis asked. ‘I went to sleep happy but still unsure,’ Cliff told him, ‘But whatever did it, I felt sure that my singing had improved considerably.’

‘What did you do on Sunday?’ Lewis asked. ‘I turned up at the usual time and we went into the big room. ‘How’s Garry getting on?’ I asked. ‘He’s good,’ Kerry said. ‘In a few years he’ll be an asset to the group, but his voice is still developing. You needn’t fear him this time.’

‘I’m telling you that in confidence,’ he said. ‘Another thing too, don’t tell him how long your lessons are. I’m only giving him an hour at the moment, so I can concentrate on you.’

‘I felt chuffed that he was doing that, but I still wondered if it was my voice or my cock that was the attraction. ‘Ok,’ he said, ‘Strip off.’ I did, completely and he sent me over to stand on the stage. ‘I’m going to play for your first attempt,’ he said, ‘But I’m also going to record you.’ I noticed that a microphone had appeared on a stand in front of the stage.’

‘I’m not going to play the recording to you until just before we pack up, then you’ll hear the first one, a middle one and the last one. Now because we got on so well yesterday, I’m going to strip off too, so you won’t feel different. Are you ok with that?’

‘Yes,’ I said, ‘It sounded a good idea and truth be told I had enjoyed seeing and holding his cock. Seeing it again would be nice, and hopefully there might be a feel too. He went back towards the piano. As he got there, he stopped and stripped off. I just caught a glimpse of his soft cock hanging down as he moved onto the piano stool.’

‘He started playing and I sang.’ Then he came over to the front of the stage. He gave me a couple of tips then told me, ‘Sing it again without the music.’ I did and he stood there listening all the way through. It seemed strange with him being naked, but by the time I had sung a couple of lines I was lost in the song again and in my mind, I was an orphan in Fagan’s loft. So, I no longer saw him.’

‘When I had finished, he clapped. ‘Come down here.’ he said opening his arms. He gave me a hug and told me that had been excellent. As we hugged his cock was against my abdomen and it started to grow. It gave me a lovely feeling, especially as mine then followed suit. He stepped back and took hold of my cock, so I held his too. We both throbbed. Kerry let go and knelt down. He gave my cock a kiss which made me cry out.’

‘Standing up again, he said, ‘Back on stage now and sing it again whilst you’re hard.’ He dashed back to the piano and started playing. I sang it right through, but by the time I was halfway I’d gone soft again.’

‘I returned to stand by the piano and we went up and down the scales for quite a while. He gave me some tips on taking a breath and general breathing whilst I sang.’

‘Picking up what looked like a remote control he told me to follow him. There was an armchair in one corner which we went over to. He moved the microphone in front of it and sat down. ‘Come and sit on my knee with your back to me.’ he instructed. As I got up and sat on him, he moved his cock which had gone soft again and laid it up on his abdomen. Then when I sat down, the cheeks of my bum were each side of it. His cock was quite slim, so it nestled there comfortably.’

‘He pulled me back to lean against him and put both hands round me to play with my cock. ‘When you get hard,’ he told me, ‘I’ll put the music on. Then I want you to sing whilst I keep your cock hard all the way through.’

‘As he played with my cock and it started to stiffen up, I felt his going hard between my cheeks. He went hard very quickly, and it throbbed firmly sending lovely feelings through me.’