Date: Wed, 06 Apr 2016 20:49:58 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Dima's Choirboys - Chapter 10

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Introduction – and reminder.  If you want, you can skip the descriptions
and go to the story below

Here is some information to remind our readers about our boys.

Pasha 14 was never the tallest boy of our group, but always well built,
slim and strong. He has a winning smile, blue eyes with fine lashes and
thick black hair, and the shortness of his stature causes attention to be
drawn to his balls which are hung very low and are of considerable size and
bulk. His penis is not large but of ample girth and grows considerably in
erection.  He now has a fine full black bush and thick hair on his balls.
His speaking tones are a fine baritone but he still retains his soprano
singing register but not for much longer now. His face is very boyish and,
after he has carefully shaved his tash, and he and could pass for a less
mature boy of his years. His hairy legs and arms give away his sexual
development, especially when he is wearing shorts in the summer. He is very
sexually active with his friend Kirill and has a weakness for pressing his
trouser-clad penis into boys on the metro. He is a copious and quick
spunker and this can sometimes be an embarrassment because he is apt to
spunk his pants if he gets excited.  In tight swimming clothes, which are
compulsory in Russia in the baths, he looks very sexy with his splendid
bottom.  Of course, he cannot wear small European speedo-style pants but
the supportive trunks which just extend a little further down the leg and
have a well proportioned front pouch which can be well filled out by boys
of ample build, the tip of his penis clearly showing in the material.  In
normal clothing, he wears his balls close to his right leg and snugly
supported by cotton trunks. In tighter trousers like Russian jeans the
bulge is very noticeable because he must wear his balls gathered at the
front.

Dima is 15 but still very boyish but tall now, and his pubes haven't
started to grow yet and even his speaking tones are still light and boyish,
although his balls are not far smaller than Pasha's; he is proud of his
pubic development, and is the only one of our friends who is in a really
passionate relationship with a girl.  He is a strong spunker and his
orgasms, which take a lot of working up, are very intense causing him to
cry out in ecstasy.

 Artem, also 15 is the boy we have followed from the first story in Russian
Choirboy Pubes and now he has nearly finished singing.  He retained his
voice for a long time but this is now his last concert.  He has very large
balls and a thick bush and in the younger days was proud of being able to
spunk the farthest of all the boys in the choir.  He has now grown out of
playing with his friends and only has an appetite for his girl.

 Gena, aged 11, passed a milestone in his life recently: FUCKING EARLY
PUBES!  Some weeks before, the young watery spunker found the first hairs
on his pubic region whilst wanking with the others. He was already the
first spunker amongst his fifteen classmates when he arrived in September,
(although several have started watery spunking this last month, and Roma is
already producing white sperm, although not as much or a thick as Gena!);
and in six weeks there has been a fast growth of little black hairs across
the pubic region with a concentration around the base of the penis and
where his balls join his body, His balls are already heavy and descended in
the bulbous sac, causing the penis to point slightly outwards at the base
before curving down to just below the balls. His legs and arms are already
quite hairy but his voice is still silky and boyish.

 Sasha, aged 12, is completely smooth, his pubic region milk-white, but not
innocent! His balls are shapely and large, still well formed and
prominently forward, not hanging loosely as in later puberty but
pear-shaped and elegant, looking great on his boyish boy The penis is of
ample girth, long and supple, obviously active and well wanked, sitting
elegantly supported by the balls and hanging just below. His orgasms are
now getting intense and he is spunking, usually looking at porn on his
tablet.  His legs are athletic and strong, devoid of hairs, and his feet
rather small. His voice is light and delicate

  Kirill is 12 and had the beginnings of a bush at the base of his penis
since he had turned eleven and now it is thickly extended across his pubic
region and his balls and penis are very large and hung low and still
completely smooth and attractive, hanging like pears in an ample bag. His
penis is very long when erect and he is able to take the head into his
mouth much to the excitement of his friends.  His speaking voice is still
light but with a mature tone of falsetto.  His singing voice is still
soprano. His tash is starting to grow and he shaves it regularly.  Only
Pasha and a few others know his secret that he is a blue boy and he has
enjoyed many secret sessions with Pasha and has become attracted to older
boys and young men and has been wanking to the thought of the young English
choirmaster who is visiting the school.

 Peter is 12, tall and well built with a fine bone structure to his face
and his balls have just descended and can be clearly seen in the growing
sac but his penis is still small.  When he came to the school six months
ago the foreskin looks a little tight as if he had not done much
wanking. Although he is still completely smooth, the foreskin is much
looser from constant wanking and he is shooting watery spunk

 Victor is Peter's cousin and also 12 but not at all tall but more mature.
When he arrived his penis was really quite fat, not overlong but well
supported by his firm ball-sac which was quite devoid of hair, his pubes
confined to a sexy tuft at the base of his penis. Just a few tiny hairs
were spreading across the pubic area, but these were hardly visible. As for
the foreskin, this was well-stretched and it was obvious that the skin slid
far back during the process of wanking. Six months later his bush has grown
in and the penis swelled.  His balls have lost the elegant shape they once
ad and are now hanging low and he is thickly spunking. .  His speaking
voice, once very boyish, is rough and husky but his singing voice is still
completely delicate.

 James is English and is married with a son whom he brought to the choir
camp two years previously. He is visiting the choir school because he is
secretly very attracted to young boys in puberty. He gradually lost his
inhibitions in the camp when he met pasha and the boys and was able to
observe them in the banya and showers.  He was seduced by young Pasha in
the woods on the last night and has been going crazy to return ever since
then.  He is only 36 and still very youthful-looking.

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     At the concert, Artem and Little Dima had taken the show as the
soloists with their beautiful soprano voices and winning smiles, Artem
especially getting the acclaim as the audience had been told it was to be
his last concert as a boy soprano.  Pasha and Kirill had sung a duet and
the choir had performed many classical and popular songs, including several
Soviet pieces.  Kirill had shown off his skills as accompanist by playing
for Pasha.  And it was that Artem's grandfather wept openly as he heard his
dear boy sing the solo of the Anthem of the Russian Federation; the old man
remembering so well the occasion when he had sung the great Soviet Anthem
(to the same tune) at the Victory broadcast in 1945.

 The boys had looked stunning in their smart silky-black concert trousers,
white shirts, waistcoats and red ties, standing in ranks of three, the
tallest at the back and the smaller boys on the front row.

Little Dima had invited his girl Masha, who was sitting on the front row so
that she could get a good view of her sweetheart.  The audience was invited
from many educational establishments and the administration of the
district, and many students.

When the boys were singing their hearts out Kirill had started to get very
excited as he felt something pressing into his bottom from behind.
Realising it was his dear Pasha, he returned the pressure, giving Pasha's
penis something to press into.  At the same time, Kirill reached in front
of him to fondle the young Gena's bottom which was bulging temptingly in
his black trousers.  Of course the audience saw nothing, just beautiful
innocent choirboys singing most the beautiful music!

"Must you do that, in the middle of a fucking concert?" Kirill said to
Pasha after the finale.  "I could hardly concentrate and got so hard I had
to feel up Gena in front!" he added.

"But did you see that slag Masha?" Gena joined in. "She was rubbing her
cunt when her dear Dima was singing, and the wanker couldn't take his eyes
off him."

"Yes, she looks a fucking slag, teased Pasha.  "You are right, Gena.  I saw
that too, and no wonder you were fucking hard when Kirill felt you!. She'd
let you fuck her any day!  And that girl of Artem's was here too drooling
over her lover whilst he was singing.

Just at that moment, Igor the security guard who had tried to have sex with
our Kirill some weeks ago approached the group of boys.

"What the fuck do you want, you pedorest?" Kirill asked as the man
approached.

"Are you searching for your dear friends Artem and Dima?" Igor asked
slyly!"

"What the fuck is it to you if we are?" Gena shot back.

"Well, it may interest you to know that I arranged rooms on the top floor
so that they could entertain their girls." He replied.

"The fucking spunkers!  I know Dima was always asking. I bet when when
Artem knew, he also asked, and the paid this cunt here to arrange."

"Less of the "cunt" you blue bastard," Igor retorted, cupping his had over
Gena's bottom and feeling the ridge of his underpants through the thin
black material. But if you want to watch your friend on camera you can come
to my cabin for 100 roubles each."

"Make it 50 and we will all come," Gena replied excitedly.  "Come on, guys,
let's go!"

"Does that bastard have camera's everywhere?"  Kirill asked Pasha, as they
followed Igor.  "Well, we'll check later, but not now."

And with that, Gena, Pasha, Kirill and Sasha made off after the guard to
his place on the first floor of the school.  There were two monitors giving
good quality reception of images from the street.

"So, first we train the camera to our room I gave to your dear friend
Dima," he said as he changed the reception on his monitor and the boys
gathered round.  The picture changed to a very clear scene where the
15-year-old boy was to be seen fondling the breasts of his lover, who in
turn had her right hand on the front of Dima's concert trousers.

"What a fucking slag," Pasha said. "That bitch is not good enough for our
Dima!"  Igor got up from his chair where he had been sitting and Pasha sat
in it, Sasha, Kirill and Gena gathering round, their bottoms tightly
outlined in their black trousers.  Igor gently positioned himself behind
Sasha, his penis swelling and pressing strongly into the boy's arse, his
hands fondling the buttocks of the other two boys.

"Fucking spunker: the blue cunt's shagging me!!  Sasha thought as he felt
Igor's knob pressing against his arse, right between the buttocks; but he
continued to watch the spectacle of Dima and Masha, who were by now lying
on the divan fully naked, Dima fingering the girl's cunt and Masha rubbing
Dima's bare pubic region.

"Go, go, go, Dimka, you spunker!"  Gena whispered, his eyes on Masha's
bulbous tits and his right hand rubbing his penis through his trousers.
Kirill was intently watching Dima insert his penis into the girl and begin
the necessary motions.

"Still not a fucking hair on him," Pasha cried, getting excited as he
watched his friend position his penis. The ridge of skin so prominent a
feature of Dima was clearly visible at the base. Soon Masha was moaning and
Dima sweating as his spunk started rising in his ample balls.

Igor had now transferred his attention to Gena, leaning into him and
feeling his erection through the front of the boy's trousers.

"Fuck off, Igor!" he said, as the man was feeling his swelling penis, and
without much conviction as he excitedly watched the scene. "If you are
going to fucking wank me, do it properly!" With that he opened his trousers
to expose the throbbing penis, which Igor eagerly took hold of, slid back
the skin, and started wanking, his own erection pressed into his arse.

Meanwhile, Dima had just blasted his spunk into Masha with a loud scream
and had collapsed, still dripping from his twitching penis arched strongly
in front of him.  His bulbous balls were drawn up and the skin still right
back fully exposing the silky head.

Igor then reached over Gena's shoulder and switched to the camera that was
monitoring the room with Artem and his girl.  Being more experienced, he
was taking his tame, changing positions and withdrawing from time to time,
his fine penis fully erected and balls mature, covered by his forest of a
bush.

"Fucking, classic!" Pasha commented as he rose from the chair to let Kirill
get a better view and to try to ease the strain of his swelling penis.

"That's enough, now!" Igor said, switching off the monitors and having just
spunked in his pants pressing against Gena's bottom.  "I must go to work,
but I will see you tomorrow," he continued.  It was also time for the boys
to go back to their friends because it was almost time for the gathering of
boys inn each dormitory prior to the showers and bed.

Pasha was not in a hurry to go home, as his mother was away and he knew his
father would be very late.  Dima and Artem had already left with their
girls, so he made his way out into the corridor, which was now deserted.
As he rounded the corner he saw the young English choirmaster, James with
who he had been friendly two years before at the camp. James immediately
called out to him.

"Oh Pasha, I am glad to see you.  I thought you didn't want to talk to me,"
he said, remembering their passionate time in the forest.

Pasha was still excited after seeing Dima and Masha on the monitor and his
erection was still straining in his pants.

"Hi, James; nice to see you," he smiled, noticing that the man's eyes were
fixed on his bulge, showing even though he was wearing looser
trousers. "Did you like our concert?  It was good to have you play some
numbers for us."

James told Pasha that he thought the concert fantastic.

"You still have a beautiful voice, Pasha," he said, coming closer to his
old friend.

"It's almost finished now," Pasha replied. "But others will take over."

James drew Pasha closer to him and the next thing the boy felt was the
man's hands on his ample buttocks, moving the material of his trousers as
James kissed the boy on the mouth in a way Pasha loved but only Kirill
would let him do.  Pasha's penis was at the height of erection and pressing
into James's trousers.

"Let's go to my room," James whispered as he felt Pasha's hand on his
straining penis.

Readers may remember that in our Russian Choirboy Pubes stories, Pasha, who
was then just beginning to show a few pubes had been very attached to James
at the summer camp. Pasha had already felt strong feelings for one of the
English boys – Jack – and had his first real experience with him in
the forest.  It was on the same camp that Little Dima and Artem had fucked
girls for the first time.  He had known that James was attracted to him
because of his behaviour in the shower when the man had seen the small,
sturdy, dark-haired 12-year-old, almost smooth, Pasha in all his glory, his
large, heavy, milk-white balls hanging loose and low and his pubic region
just showing the sprinkling of dark hairs, not yet even long enough to
curl.  On the last night the two had had sex in the forest, an experience
neither had forgotten in the intervening two years.  Now Pasha was a little
taller and broader but his still boyish face was even more so when he
remembered to shave his tash, which he had done tonight for the concert.
Now that James was back, he could not believe that Pasha was still singing,
and he couldn't wait to run his hands over his fucking bush.

"Go to top floor," Pasha said.  "It is quiet there.  I know a room."  James
followed, and the two went up the stairs to the third floor.

Meanwhile, the second director, Misha, was organising the boys to the
showers for the night.  The shower room was joined to the wash room and was
just a big, rather dark, room with twelve showers, four in each side of the
room with a drain in the centre.  Misha usually let the boys shower
unsupervised except the younger ones, but if the older boys were too noisy
he would watch them to control the situation.  He was just walking in the
corridor when he saw Pasha and James come up from the first floor.

"Oh, Pasha," he said in Russian.  "What are you still doing here.  Have you
no home to go to?"  James did not understand and thought Misha was angry.

"I'm sorry, Misha." James replied.  "Pasha wanted to say goodnight to his
friends."

"No, it's okay, James; I am not angry.  I was joking to Pasha about his not
having a home to go to.  In fact, you can both help for half an hour, as it
is a busy time."

Pasha understood this, as his English was better now.  "What shall we do,
Michael Nickoliavich?"  He asked.

 "Well, I am short of staff today.  The woman who helps is sick and away
and Dimitry is dealing with guests.  Would you and James go to the young
boys' dormitory and make sure they all come to the showers and are ready
for bed.  And then when the 5 th and 6 th classes come, stay with them
James while Pasha goes back with the young boys.  I'll call your mother to
say you are helping out.  I am sure she won't mind.  You can ask Kirill to
help you."

 Pasha explained that his mother was away and that his father would be late
but that he would call his father.

 "Well, you are welcome to stay.  It is Saturday and I think you have no
lessons tomorrow.  You can ask your father and let me know after second
supper."

 James was very excited by this news, and especially when he learnt that
Pasha would be staying the night.  He wondered where he would sleep.
Perhaps in the dormitory with Kirill and the older boys, he thought.

 Kirill had just joined them, grinning at his friend Pasha and holding a
pair of shorts and a shirt.

 "You better change into these," he said. "You don't want to mess your best
clothes watching us wash!"

 As Pasha and Kirill were almost the exact same build and height, the
clothes would fit.  "He can change in your room, James, I think," Kirill
added.  "You have fifteen minutes before I must fetch the young boys to the
shower and you come in some minutes."

 So James and Pasha hurried to his room and Kirill went to the young boys'
dormitory to help them get ready.  Of course, both Pasha and James were
pretty worked up and wanted to have sex as soon as they arrived, but Pasha,
being the most experienced (but younger by 30 years) told James to hold
off.

"I'm going to sleep here in your room, you spunker: so don't worry.  Just
forget your English reserve and take it easy." With that, Pasha divested
himself of his smart uniform to put on the clothes given by Kirill.  Of
course, James was enjoying every moment but heeded Pasha's command.  His
attention was to Pasha's hairy legs, which he had not had at their last
meeting in the forest.  Pashs was now standing in just his tight blue
undershorts and black socks, his balls clearly outline against his right
leg.

"Fucking spunker, Pasha," James moaned as he fingered the bulge.

"It's fucking puberty, mate!" joked Pasha as he flashed his bush at James
before pulling on his shorts.  "Come on, let's see these wankers in the
shower.  You have seen some already, " he teased.

"Fucking puberty, Pasha: you are son fucking hot!"  James exclaimed as they
both left the room and went down the corridor to the shower room.  By this
time, Kirill had assembled all the young ten and eleven year old boys ready
for their shower, and what a fucking sight was to meet James' eyes when he
entered the shower room.!