Queer in the choir
Welsh Male Choirs and Gay Sex are not often used in the same sentence – or the same story for that matter. Well except this one!
I was born and raised in the Welsh valleys. I had sung from an early age as did my father and his father. Singing was in my blood and I eventually went to music college in Cardiff. At college I came out as gay and enjoyed a few years of uninterrupted sexual exploration and lots of fun.
When I graduated, I stayed on to do my Masters in music while putting the feelers out to do more solo singing and also to conduct choirs – something I had picked up in college and really enjoyed. Being in Wales, the land of song, I had plenty of interest in my services as a musical maestro. Fairly quickly, I was engaged by a male choir who were in desperate need of a conductor. They were a friendly bunch of guys who welcomed my youthful and enthusiastic approach. It was with this choir that we decided to try our hand at a choral competition in London.
On the morning of the competition, I woke up early – ridiculously early in fact – so went for a walk. The competition wasn’t until late afternoon and we had rehearsal booked for 3.00pm. So, I had lots of time on my hands. As I walked through the semi-quiet streets of central London, my thoughts turned to men and sex. I could feel a bulge starting in my tight jeans. There was hardly anyone around so I didn’t mind and it felt good. However, on turning a blind corner, I was confronted by a group of young guys of similar age to myself. Given their appearance and demeanour, I took them for a group of rent boys having an early morning natter after a hard night’s work.
“Pleased to see us hun?”, said one leering yet attractive young man.
“You don’t need to ask – eyes down girls”, said another.
“Don’t tease!”, said another in a distinct Welsh accent.
“What part of Wales?”, I asked.
“She’s pulled!”, said the others in unison.
The others left, all giggling and giving us the odd look as they made their way down the side street.
“Blaenrhondda - you’ve probably never heard of it”, said the Welsh Adonis.
His hair was black as coal and slightly curly, stubble around his jaw gave him a rugged yet beautiful look. His eyes were dark brown and so alluring. He was wearing a skin tight T-shirt that clung to his incredible body and his skinny fit jeans similarly showed off his rounded bum and ample bulge.
“I’m from Treorchy”, I said, “Just down the road.”
His eyes flicked down to my bulge that had continued to grow. He smiled.
“You’re a hard Valleys boy like me then”, he said, emphasising the word hard, “Fancy some breakfast? My place is just up here.”
As soon as we entered his basement flat, our lips met and we kissed deeply and passionately. Our hands gripping and groping, our bulges forcing themselves into each other. I grabbed his bum and pulled him into me. This guy was my greatest fantasy – the stuff of dreams, wet ones!
I stepped back from him, keeping my eyes locked on his, pulled my T-shirt off and unbuckled my belt. He removed his T-shirt too. His torso was exquisite, sleek, with the right amount of hair and muscles – with pride of place given to the most elaborate and beautiful tattoo of a Welsh dragon, running down from his right shoulder, over his chest and finishing on his belly – mouth open and flames shooting down … I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his jeans down. The dragon’s flames opened out into his trimmed pubes – the tattooist was obviously an artist with a keen eye for the erotic. I pulled his jeans down slowly, easing over his hardened cock, which sprang up like a jack-in-the-box when released. Such a beautiful thick uncut cock – now just inches from my face. I could see the glistening tip, wet with precum, and smell that unique cock aroma. I held it with both hands and felt its thickness, warmth and throbbing power. I flicked the tip of his moist foreskin with my tongue and heard him moan with pleasure. I then placed my lips against his tip and probed inside his foreskin with my tongue. I was wet and slippery, precum dribbling out of his piss-slit, and with a taste that was as sweet as honey. My hands eased his foreskin back, slowly and steadily, with my tongue still slurping at his ample proportioned knob. With his foreskin fully retracted, I fully went down on his cock: feeling his entire knob fill my mouth and still producing copious amounts of precious precum.
“I’ve been fucked three times last night and not one of the bastards wanked or sucked me or made me cum”, he said, “selfish twats! Though they did pay well!”
My mouth moved slowly down the length of his cock, his knob entering my throat, my nose almost into his pubes – which smelt the nice side of sweaty. My hands now moved to his gorgeous bubble butt – so round and peachy with a fluffy covering of soft hair. I smoothed his rounded bum cheeks with firm gentleness – my hands moving in slow circles which squeezed his cheeks together one moment and then opening them the next. I could hear him moan with increasing volume and tempo as I massaged his bum while sucking on his incredibly hard cock. I felt him, gently at first, rock himself into me then out again – as I increased my own momentum working up and down his thick shaft. He was fucking my face as I was reciprocating with a blow job that was not going to be satisfied until I made him cum.
“I don’t usually like receiving blow jobs but you are something else”, he moaned.
We were both going at it hard and fast now – quite ferociously – both intent on one thing – mutual satisfaction. My head and mouth were going down on him like a jack hammer, while he was thrusting into me like he was doing ‘the floss’ on speed only without the hand movements. My fingers found his hole and it was still moist probably from his night shift manoeuvres – I eased two fingers inside. He moaned louder and longer as I drove my digits up inside him and massaged his prostate. I felt him tense and let out a scream, his cock unbelievably swelled even more and I felt his purple head harden like iron. Then it came. With an almighty thrust into my more than willing mouth, his cock exploded with spurt after spurt of warm, smooth, velvety, thick, sweet tasting creamy cum. As his scream became a long drawn out moan, his thrusts stopped, but his cock throbbed and pulsated as jets of cum flooded my mouth. As much as I could swallow this gift of copious amounts of nectar kept on coming – each moan timed to perfection with a fresh blast of semen into my hungry mouth. It really did taste so sweet – I suspected he ate certain foods to make his cum more palatable.
“My legs are shaking”, he said. And indeed, they were. “That was some blow job.”
As I swallowed the last drops of his seed, I released his still hard cock from my mouth. Cum was all over my lips and dripping off my chin. I looked up at him smiling. He gently lifted me up and kissed me deeply. Then he licked his cum from my face, cleaning me up.
“Tasty!”, he said, “You like it sweet? I eat loads of stuff like pineapple. The punters usually appreciate that.”
“Best I’ve ever tasted”, I said with a big grin.
“You’ve been so nice to me. Can I return the favour?”, he asked. Though I’m sure it was a rhetorical question.
He looked down and saw my bulge sticking out of my trousers – with a big wet stain. He unbuttoned my tight jeans and yanked them down to reveal my skimpy briefs almost ruined by my protruding erection. Precum was literally oozing out of my hard cock. Like him, I was uncut and thick – in fact our cocks were very similar in length and girth. He released my meat from the confines of my undies and slowly but firmly started to go down on me. The warmth, softness and wetness of his mouth felt so good around my cock. His professional credentials were certainly backed up by his practical abilities. As his head moved up and down on me, his tongue was lapping at my shaft and swirling around my throbbing knob while one hand was cupping and playing with my big low-hanging balls. His other hand had found my bum and his fingers were in the crack of my arse probing my twitching hole. My hands held his bobbing head as it worked on me and I enjoyed playing with his soft black hair as I massaged his scalp.
“You are amazing – simply amazing”, I said, “I don’t want this to stop.”
But stop it did. He looked up at me with those beautiful dark brown eyes.
“That was just the warm-up", he said.
He manoeuvred me to a big sofa, gently pushing me back onto it. I watched him as he took a small bottle of lube and applied some on himself and my rock-hard cock. Then he straddled me and rubbed the crack of his bubble butt along my hardness. I watched his soft cock become hard again as he did this. This guy exuded lust and sex.
“I don’t think I’ll last very long”, I stammered, knowing full well that he’d gotten me close when he was sucking me.
He just looked at me and smiled. Then he eased himself down on my cock, no hands necessary, his aim was perfect.
If I thought his mouth was the perfect home for my cock – this was heaven! He worked my cock so well with his amazing ass: as he went down on me, his erection went up. I swear it had grown since I had sucked it to completion some minutes previously. His butt slowly teased my cock by steadily moving up and down on it. I could tell he was an accomplished bottom as I could feel him squeeze my rock-hard penis when he was fully descended on me. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply while still squeezing and releasing my dick from within. Suddenly, he pulled away from my lips and started to fuck me with his incredible ass. His hands on my chest as he bounced on my cock – rising up until the tip of my cock was almost slipping out of his hole, then he’d slam down on me. He did this again and again, moaning in a crescendo of ecstasy. I joined him in a duet of mutual excitement, his solid cock slapping against my belly as he drove down on me providing a percussive quality to the intense love making.
I managed to manoeuvre my legs into a position that I could now offer some supporting upward thrusts to his active bottoming. This seemed to excite him even more – as it did me – and he increased the tempo of his high energy fucking. We were really laying into one another with a force of rampant power and high libido. With one hand, I gripped his swollen organ and started wanking it hard, while my other hand cupped one of his bum cheeks. This guy was giving me the ride of my life. I couldn’t believe that I was lasting so long.
Eventually though, I could feel that intensity of feeling and physicality that precedes an orgasm. My balls were tingling, my shaft pulsating and my knob throbbing in anticipation of what was to come. Indeed, my whole body was reacting to the best fuck I’d ever had.
“I’m gonna cum”, I gasped.
We were really slamming into each other at this point. I let out a long loud “fuuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkk!” as I started to shoot inside him. Almost simultaneously, he threw his head back, arched his back and let out a long howl as his cock exploded in my hand – cum shot out like a fountain – spurt after spurt after spurt. His hot cream hit me full on in the face, covered my chest and belly. We were both cumming like crazy. I could feel my cum filling his insides, making my cock feel even hotter than it already was. This was quite possibly the longest and most intense individual and mutual orgasm that I had ever experienced.
After what seemed like minutes of pure electric orgasm, we both relaxed. He fell forward onto me and his lips found mine. We kissed again deeply and with a fervour that exuded gratitude for quality and mutually satisfactory lovemaking. He was now soaked with his own cum from my face and body. My cock was still inside him and feeling so hot and wet with my own cum that was filling his insides. As it softened, it slipped out. We both let out a simultaneous sigh as it did so.
“That was amazing”, I said looking into his beautiful dark brown eyes with my arms holding him tight and close.
“You were fantastic too. I’ve not felt like that for …", he paused, “... months, years even. This job that I do and the company I keep doesn’t always lend itself to meeting the right guys.”
“Am I the right kind of guy?”, I asked. Though I immediately regretted saying it as it sounded a bit wrong in the circumstances.
“Fuck yeah”, he said, “What’s not to like – cute, sexy, my own age for a change … and Welsh!”
I smiled at him and we kissed again.
“My name’s Gareth by the way”, I said.
“And I’m Rhys”
After we cleaned up and had a cuppa and some toast, I rose from my seat intending to make my way. I was thinking that there was zero chance of meeting this guy again so had decided not to ask only to say my thanks and leave.
“I know what you’ll say given my job and everything but what the fuck, would you like to meet up again?” he asked, “I’m due a night off and I could show you around.”
“Yes”, I said without hesitation.
“Really? Usually guys don’t want to mess around with rent boys like me. Too much hassle and baggage”, he said, looking at me quizzically.
“I don’t care what you do I just felt for the first time ever a massive connection with you. I’d be honoured”, I said.
I went back to my choir. Rehearsed and performed with them – we didn’t win but we gave a respectful show. Then I left the choristers enjoy their night while I went off to meet Rhys and enjoy mine.
The ending to this tale is that Rhys and I stayed together. He gave up his job, came to Cardiff and got work behind a town centre bar. While I continued to conduct choirs, sing, teach and play piano. We are happily married now – two Welsh gays in the village!
(c) IrishC
I was born and raised in the Welsh valleys. I had sung from an early age as did my father and his father. Singing was in my blood and I eventually went to music college in Cardiff. At college I came out as gay and enjoyed a few years of uninterrupted sexual exploration and lots of fun.
When I graduated, I stayed on to do my Masters in music while putting the feelers out to do more solo singing and also to conduct choirs – something I had picked up in college and really enjoyed. Being in Wales, the land of song, I had plenty of interest in my services as a musical maestro. Fairly quickly, I was engaged by a male choir who were in desperate need of a conductor. They were a friendly bunch of guys who welcomed my youthful and enthusiastic approach. It was with this choir that we decided to try our hand at a choral competition in London.
On the morning of the competition, I woke up early – ridiculously early in fact – so went for a walk. The competition wasn’t until late afternoon and we had rehearsal booked for 3.00pm. So, I had lots of time on my hands. As I walked through the semi-quiet streets of central London, my thoughts turned to men and sex. I could feel a bulge starting in my tight jeans. There was hardly anyone around so I didn’t mind and it felt good. However, on turning a blind corner, I was confronted by a group of young guys of similar age to myself. Given their appearance and demeanour, I took them for a group of rent boys having an early morning natter after a hard night’s work.
“Pleased to see us hun?”, said one leering yet attractive young man.
“You don’t need to ask – eyes down girls”, said another.
“Don’t tease!”, said another in a distinct Welsh accent.
“What part of Wales?”, I asked.
“She’s pulled!”, said the others in unison.
The others left, all giggling and giving us the odd look as they made their way down the side street.
“Blaenrhondda - you’ve probably never heard of it”, said the Welsh Adonis.
His hair was black as coal and slightly curly, stubble around his jaw gave him a rugged yet beautiful look. His eyes were dark brown and so alluring. He was wearing a skin tight T-shirt that clung to his incredible body and his skinny fit jeans similarly showed off his rounded bum and ample bulge.
“I’m from Treorchy”, I said, “Just down the road.”
His eyes flicked down to my bulge that had continued to grow. He smiled.
“You’re a hard Valleys boy like me then”, he said, emphasising the word hard, “Fancy some breakfast? My place is just up here.”
As soon as we entered his basement flat, our lips met and we kissed deeply and passionately. Our hands gripping and groping, our bulges forcing themselves into each other. I grabbed his bum and pulled him into me. This guy was my greatest fantasy – the stuff of dreams, wet ones!
I stepped back from him, keeping my eyes locked on his, pulled my T-shirt off and unbuckled my belt. He removed his T-shirt too. His torso was exquisite, sleek, with the right amount of hair and muscles – with pride of place given to the most elaborate and beautiful tattoo of a Welsh dragon, running down from his right shoulder, over his chest and finishing on his belly – mouth open and flames shooting down … I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his jeans down. The dragon’s flames opened out into his trimmed pubes – the tattooist was obviously an artist with a keen eye for the erotic. I pulled his jeans down slowly, easing over his hardened cock, which sprang up like a jack-in-the-box when released. Such a beautiful thick uncut cock – now just inches from my face. I could see the glistening tip, wet with precum, and smell that unique cock aroma. I held it with both hands and felt its thickness, warmth and throbbing power. I flicked the tip of his moist foreskin with my tongue and heard him moan with pleasure. I then placed my lips against his tip and probed inside his foreskin with my tongue. I was wet and slippery, precum dribbling out of his piss-slit, and with a taste that was as sweet as honey. My hands eased his foreskin back, slowly and steadily, with my tongue still slurping at his ample proportioned knob. With his foreskin fully retracted, I fully went down on his cock: feeling his entire knob fill my mouth and still producing copious amounts of precious precum.
“I’ve been fucked three times last night and not one of the bastards wanked or sucked me or made me cum”, he said, “selfish twats! Though they did pay well!”
My mouth moved slowly down the length of his cock, his knob entering my throat, my nose almost into his pubes – which smelt the nice side of sweaty. My hands now moved to his gorgeous bubble butt – so round and peachy with a fluffy covering of soft hair. I smoothed his rounded bum cheeks with firm gentleness – my hands moving in slow circles which squeezed his cheeks together one moment and then opening them the next. I could hear him moan with increasing volume and tempo as I massaged his bum while sucking on his incredibly hard cock. I felt him, gently at first, rock himself into me then out again – as I increased my own momentum working up and down his thick shaft. He was fucking my face as I was reciprocating with a blow job that was not going to be satisfied until I made him cum.
“I don’t usually like receiving blow jobs but you are something else”, he moaned.
We were both going at it hard and fast now – quite ferociously – both intent on one thing – mutual satisfaction. My head and mouth were going down on him like a jack hammer, while he was thrusting into me like he was doing ‘the floss’ on speed only without the hand movements. My fingers found his hole and it was still moist probably from his night shift manoeuvres – I eased two fingers inside. He moaned louder and longer as I drove my digits up inside him and massaged his prostate. I felt him tense and let out a scream, his cock unbelievably swelled even more and I felt his purple head harden like iron. Then it came. With an almighty thrust into my more than willing mouth, his cock exploded with spurt after spurt of warm, smooth, velvety, thick, sweet tasting creamy cum. As his scream became a long drawn out moan, his thrusts stopped, but his cock throbbed and pulsated as jets of cum flooded my mouth. As much as I could swallow this gift of copious amounts of nectar kept on coming – each moan timed to perfection with a fresh blast of semen into my hungry mouth. It really did taste so sweet – I suspected he ate certain foods to make his cum more palatable.
“My legs are shaking”, he said. And indeed, they were. “That was some blow job.”
As I swallowed the last drops of his seed, I released his still hard cock from my mouth. Cum was all over my lips and dripping off my chin. I looked up at him smiling. He gently lifted me up and kissed me deeply. Then he licked his cum from my face, cleaning me up.
“Tasty!”, he said, “You like it sweet? I eat loads of stuff like pineapple. The punters usually appreciate that.”
“Best I’ve ever tasted”, I said with a big grin.
“You’ve been so nice to me. Can I return the favour?”, he asked. Though I’m sure it was a rhetorical question.
He looked down and saw my bulge sticking out of my trousers – with a big wet stain. He unbuttoned my tight jeans and yanked them down to reveal my skimpy briefs almost ruined by my protruding erection. Precum was literally oozing out of my hard cock. Like him, I was uncut and thick – in fact our cocks were very similar in length and girth. He released my meat from the confines of my undies and slowly but firmly started to go down on me. The warmth, softness and wetness of his mouth felt so good around my cock. His professional credentials were certainly backed up by his practical abilities. As his head moved up and down on me, his tongue was lapping at my shaft and swirling around my throbbing knob while one hand was cupping and playing with my big low-hanging balls. His other hand had found my bum and his fingers were in the crack of my arse probing my twitching hole. My hands held his bobbing head as it worked on me and I enjoyed playing with his soft black hair as I massaged his scalp.
“You are amazing – simply amazing”, I said, “I don’t want this to stop.”
But stop it did. He looked up at me with those beautiful dark brown eyes.
“That was just the warm-up", he said.
He manoeuvred me to a big sofa, gently pushing me back onto it. I watched him as he took a small bottle of lube and applied some on himself and my rock-hard cock. Then he straddled me and rubbed the crack of his bubble butt along my hardness. I watched his soft cock become hard again as he did this. This guy exuded lust and sex.
“I don’t think I’ll last very long”, I stammered, knowing full well that he’d gotten me close when he was sucking me.
He just looked at me and smiled. Then he eased himself down on my cock, no hands necessary, his aim was perfect.
If I thought his mouth was the perfect home for my cock – this was heaven! He worked my cock so well with his amazing ass: as he went down on me, his erection went up. I swear it had grown since I had sucked it to completion some minutes previously. His butt slowly teased my cock by steadily moving up and down on it. I could tell he was an accomplished bottom as I could feel him squeeze my rock-hard penis when he was fully descended on me. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply while still squeezing and releasing my dick from within. Suddenly, he pulled away from my lips and started to fuck me with his incredible ass. His hands on my chest as he bounced on my cock – rising up until the tip of my cock was almost slipping out of his hole, then he’d slam down on me. He did this again and again, moaning in a crescendo of ecstasy. I joined him in a duet of mutual excitement, his solid cock slapping against my belly as he drove down on me providing a percussive quality to the intense love making.
I managed to manoeuvre my legs into a position that I could now offer some supporting upward thrusts to his active bottoming. This seemed to excite him even more – as it did me – and he increased the tempo of his high energy fucking. We were really laying into one another with a force of rampant power and high libido. With one hand, I gripped his swollen organ and started wanking it hard, while my other hand cupped one of his bum cheeks. This guy was giving me the ride of my life. I couldn’t believe that I was lasting so long.
Eventually though, I could feel that intensity of feeling and physicality that precedes an orgasm. My balls were tingling, my shaft pulsating and my knob throbbing in anticipation of what was to come. Indeed, my whole body was reacting to the best fuck I’d ever had.
“I’m gonna cum”, I gasped.
We were really slamming into each other at this point. I let out a long loud “fuuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkk!” as I started to shoot inside him. Almost simultaneously, he threw his head back, arched his back and let out a long howl as his cock exploded in my hand – cum shot out like a fountain – spurt after spurt after spurt. His hot cream hit me full on in the face, covered my chest and belly. We were both cumming like crazy. I could feel my cum filling his insides, making my cock feel even hotter than it already was. This was quite possibly the longest and most intense individual and mutual orgasm that I had ever experienced.
After what seemed like minutes of pure electric orgasm, we both relaxed. He fell forward onto me and his lips found mine. We kissed again deeply and with a fervour that exuded gratitude for quality and mutually satisfactory lovemaking. He was now soaked with his own cum from my face and body. My cock was still inside him and feeling so hot and wet with my own cum that was filling his insides. As it softened, it slipped out. We both let out a simultaneous sigh as it did so.
“That was amazing”, I said looking into his beautiful dark brown eyes with my arms holding him tight and close.
“You were fantastic too. I’ve not felt like that for …", he paused, “... months, years even. This job that I do and the company I keep doesn’t always lend itself to meeting the right guys.”
“Am I the right kind of guy?”, I asked. Though I immediately regretted saying it as it sounded a bit wrong in the circumstances.
“Fuck yeah”, he said, “What’s not to like – cute, sexy, my own age for a change … and Welsh!”
I smiled at him and we kissed again.
“My name’s Gareth by the way”, I said.
“And I’m Rhys”
After we cleaned up and had a cuppa and some toast, I rose from my seat intending to make my way. I was thinking that there was zero chance of meeting this guy again so had decided not to ask only to say my thanks and leave.
“I know what you’ll say given my job and everything but what the fuck, would you like to meet up again?” he asked, “I’m due a night off and I could show you around.”
“Yes”, I said without hesitation.
“Really? Usually guys don’t want to mess around with rent boys like me. Too much hassle and baggage”, he said, looking at me quizzically.
“I don’t care what you do I just felt for the first time ever a massive connection with you. I’d be honoured”, I said.
I went back to my choir. Rehearsed and performed with them – we didn’t win but we gave a respectful show. Then I left the choristers enjoy their night while I went off to meet Rhys and enjoy mine.
The ending to this tale is that Rhys and I stayed together. He gave up his job, came to Cardiff and got work behind a town centre bar. While I continued to conduct choirs, sing, teach and play piano. We are happily married now – two Welsh gays in the village!
(c) IrishC