Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2016 15:20:33 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Dima's Choirboys -   Chapter 11 -   ?Fucking Wanker, Gleb?

Dima's Choirboys - Chapter 11 - "Fucking Wanker, Gleb"

This story contains scenes of a mild sexual nature and if you are not
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Dear friends, some people asked me to write this story in Russian so that
they could read it better.  Maybe I shall in some time but I think on this
site most would not understand it as we have many American readers!

Others asked if Russian boys are really as hot as described.  Of course,
many things are compressed into a short time but there is no reason to
believe these things could not (or do not) happen. And, yes, Russian can be
a very rude language (especially for teenage boys!), but can also be the
most refined and beautiful!  And are here religious boys like Geb?  Yes, I
can say certainly!

So, our story is set in a fictional choirboy school in a district of
Moscow.  Hopefully this will interest you and maybe write to encourage me!

Luckily, as we know, Kirill spoke very good English because his father was
a businessman, and for some years he had made Kirill study hard, which the
boy had liked to do because he had ambitions to be a musician.  For the
last year before coming to the choir school he had studied under a native
speaker in Moscow, and now, the only one who had better English was Artem.
But at 12 years old, the boy was proud of his skills and was mature for his
age.  Pasha although he could understand quite well, his speaking was still
very basic and found it difficult to communicate.

So when Pasha and James arrived in the wash room to help with the boys,
Kirill was ready to have fun with James.

"So, Pashka, I hope you have not corrupted our guest already!" he joked in
Russian as Pasha began to organise the small boys for the showers.  Pasha
was very good with younger boys, having a natural authority and a sometimes
biting tongue with them if they did not do what he wanted first time.  The
young boys enjoyed his banter and respected him for his beautiful voice as
well.

"So, James, these are the youngest kids, just nine and ten years old,"
Kirill explained. They don't even sing in the choir yet because they aren't
trained yet and too young.  Well, that's not quite true: those two boys
have just started the choir because they are the oldest and have some
experience."

"Hey, Max, you wanker!" Pasha called to the rather shy ten-year-old new boy
to whom Kirill had referred. "Get your arse in here and take your hand from
covering your balls or we will think you are a fucking girl with a cunt!"
The boy reddened, as everyone laughed, and released his grip, now standing
awkwardly in the line waiting for the shower.

"See, you nothing to be ashamed of, mate!" Kirill added, admiring the boy's
descending testicles and shapely penis, which was twitching
nervously. "You'll be the first with pubes. Had a fucking bush at your
age!" he joked.

James was admiring the young boys' bodies.  Although they were a bit young
for his taste, one or two looked as if they could be near to spunking,
although he couldn't see any pubes on any of the ten-year-olds.  Their
testicles were mostly small and immature, although it looked as if quite a
few had been stretching back the skin with wanking.

"What's that boy's name?"  James asked Kirill, spying a tall thin boy enter
the washroom from the shower.  The atmosphere had become hot and steamy,
and it was not really easy to see clearly.

"You mean Anton over there with the long dick!" he replied, as the boy came
closer.

"Fucking puberty!" thought James,"What's he going to be like when his balls
drop!"  Indeed, Anton's penis was long and thick for his nine years,
although his balls were still immature and he was obviously not spunking
yet.

The young boy smiled at James.  He was certainly tall for his age with very
long legs. His bottom was slim and the skin firm, but the buttocks nicely
rounded.  James put his arms round the boy and asked if he was in the choir
yet, but he was not, just training.

"Hey, Anton," Pasha called. "Get in the shower; the others will be here
soon."  Indeed most of the others had finished and were getting on their
pants and cleaning their teeth for bed.

Pasha was to see that the young boys settled down in bed before Misha came
to say good night to them.  Usually there were teachers to do this but two
were away ill and, so there was very short of staff tonight.

"So, guys, let's go to dormitory," Pasha said.

"Will you tell us a scary story," Max asked, with pleading eyes, as Pasha
made them all stand in line in pairs, just in their underpants..

"Maybe, maybe, Max," he said, smacking the boy's bottom.  "Come on, let's
go: with -- one, two three four, like soldiers guarding Comrade Lenin!"
And with that he marched his little army off to their dormitory, which was
on another corridor, leaving Kirill and James.

"Pasha is very crazy guy," Kirill laughed: "But they all do what he wants,
even the older boys.  I go now to get my wash things and tell or guys to
come to wash. Misha wants you to stay here to make sure we aren't too
stupid," he added as he left the wash room calling for his friends.

Soon their voices could be heard in the corridor, and James's penis began
to stir as he saw the 11, 12 and few 13-year-old boys arriving dressed just
in their pants.  These were the boys of the choir and he remembered several
from the swimming lessons he had helped with.

"Hi, James," called Gena, as he came in with Kirill and young Sasha whom
James had wanked a few days before!  "Come and play cards with us later; we
don't want to sleep yet."

"Yes, you know how to play "The Fool"? "asked Sasha, as the boys stripped
off their pants and put them on the benches with their towels.

James had played this game in the camp two years before, so he remembered;
but he was more interested at the moment in viewing the boys in their
various stages of pubic development.  Around twenty had arrived.  Most were
still smooth of course, because the eldest was just 13, but there were
quite a few with pubes already and many with dropped balls, and of course
Kirill with his fucking bush and long penis.  There was quite a lot of
shouting and play, and James didn't quite know what to do, but he need not
have worried because there was a loud shout from the corridor and Pasha
appeared.

"Shut the fuck up, guys!" he commanded: "Do you want that fucking guard
Igor up here?  If he comes you better watch your arses," he added in jest.

This had the desired effect and the boys were quiet and went in groups of
eight to the shower room, and Pasha returned to his small boys who were
waiting for him to tell a scary story.

James enjoyed his duty supervising the boys, noting the vastly different
stages of development, even at the same age, especially of the boys of the
6 th class who were 12 years old. In the 5 th class, there was Gena, of
course, who was the most developed with the beginnings of his bush, which
was growing in very fast now; and there were a few other 11-year-olds with
silky strands of hair and 12-year-olds with small tufts of pubes at the
base of their penis.  Of the older boys there were some with tiny
undescended balls and undeveloped penises, and several with healthy and
well-developed testicles and ample members, completely devoid of any hair
like Sasha.  And then James noticed a tall fair-haired boy named Gleb who
had recently joined the school and choir from St Peterburg and was already
training as a soloist.  James was immediately attracted to the tall slim
but athletic boy with short hair, shaved at the back and sides, and
strikingly blue eyes.  His chest was well-defined, his arms strong and his
body perfectly proportioned like a Greek God.  He was standing at the wash
basin cleaning his teeth, his back to James, who was admiring his firm
rounded buttocks and hairless legs.  As Gleb bent forward to spit into the
basin, his testicles were clearly to be seen, hanging loosely from their
ample and spongy sac.

"You looking at Gleb?" Kirill asked, as he put on his underpants after
drying his thick bush.  He's new boy and has the bed next to me in the
dormitory.  He should really be in the 7 th class but we don't have one
yet, so he studies in our class.  He's a very kind and religious boy and
beat me to best in English in the control test last week.

"Why didn't I see him before?" James asked, getting quite excited.  Kirill
explained that the boy had had a fever for three days and had been in the
hospital when James had arrived and had only returned to class in time for
the concert.

"Hey, Gleb!" Kirill called. "You know our English friend James?"

"You did not introduce me, Kirill," Gleb answered, quickly putting his
brushes into his wash bag, gathering his towel and walking up to James.
Gleb's face was so captivating to James that he took his eyes off the boy's
ample penis, nicely covered with the foreskin, and soft, spongy balls which
were hanging quite low.  He was quite devoid of any pubic hair and his face
completely smooth. He put his hands on James's arms and kissed his cheek in
old Russian tradition.

"You are always so fucking polite, like English gentleman!" Kirill said in
English, so James could understand.

"You can't help being brought up in the village, Kirill," Gleb joked in a
light delicate and silky voice, not childish but unbroken.  "In Petersburg
we have better manners than the red-necks here."

James had never met such a polite Russian boy before and he thought it
rather unusual, and was completely shocked.  He shook hands with Gleb and
they got into conversation.

"Is it comfortable to talk to me?"  Gleb asked.  "I would very much like to
practise with a native speaker.  I was in England two years ago in the
summer and I have so many questions.  But, sorry: isn't it uncomfortable to
talk to me without any clothes.  I think English people are ........." and
he couldn't think of the word.
.... "застенчивый"
.... What is it Kirill?

" "shy" you fucking wanker!"  Kirill answered, proud that he had known a
word that Gleb had forgotten.  "We had it in the control test!"

"See how rude he is to me!" Gleb joked, not rising to the bait.

James assured him that it was quite all right but if he wanted to dress, he
wouldn't mind.

"I think Russian boys are not so shy," Gleb considered, putting on his nice
sleek dark-blue underpants.  "Excuse me, I must go now, but we can talk
later."  And with that, the boy picked up his towel and wash bag and went
back to his dormitory.

"He's so fucking polite, he shows us all up sometimes!"  Kirill said to
James as he went to the mirror to examine his face.

"I don't need to shave my tash tonight, do I?" he asked James.  "Did it
last night for the concert.  It won't show for some days."

"No, you are fine," James replied.  "You are as smooth as a baby. Can't
have boy sopranos with hairy faces, can we?"

"You seen Gena's tash growing in?"  Kirill remarked.  "He's only fucking
11, but he's very dark and every hair shows on him. He's not shaved it yet,
but he'll have to soon."

James had certainly noticed Gena's growing bush, now spreading still thinly
across his entire pubic region, and starting to thicken and curl around the
base of his penis. He'd also noticed his hairy legs and tash when he was
feeling the boy up in the diving lesson some days ago.  Boys who were just
growing pubes, really excited James, especially if they were quite young,
and young boys with tashes sent him crazy!

"Let's go and see what Pasha is doing," Kirill commanded as they went out,
Kirill just in his briefs and slippers.  James gave the boy's buttocks a
squeeze as they walked down the corridor to the junior dormitory. In turn,
Kirill put his arm around James's waist, giving the man a tremendous
erection.  As we know, Kirill was not a tall boy for his age, just about
average and the same height as Pasha, who was small for his 14 years, but
he looked more mature than most 12 year olds, especially when one
considered his hairy legs. And Pasha had the added advantage of being
stunningly beautiful.

As they approached the young boys' dormitory, all they could hear was the
hushed tones of Pasha in the middle of his ghost story.  They crept up
without a sound and when they entered the room, they saw the sight of our
Pasha sitting on young Max's bed along with six other boys, his arms round
as many small boys as he could reach, and the others on an opposite bed,
all hanging on his every word.

"Okay, guys -- that's all for tonight.  Get to your beds or I won't
continue the story next time," he said, lifting Max from his body (where he
had made a nest for himself) and getting up from the bed, sending the boys
on their way.

"Pashka, Pashka, -- no, no!"  they all cried, but obeyed and scrambled to
their beds.  Pasha then went round, ruffling hair and even kissing some
goodnight.

"You will make a good mother, Pasha," Kirill joked, as the light was put
out.  "When your boy soprano days are over, you have new vocation," Gleb
added.

"You mean a vocation of wanking small boys," Kirill joked. "Sounds good
vocation to me!"

"I didn't wank any of them: they are innocent little boys, not corrupted
like you, Kirill!"  Pasha joked back.

"If I am corrupted, it was by a wanker named Pasha," Kirill hit back in
jest."

"Whom you love very much, you cunt!" Pasha continued.

Of course, James didn't understand any of this and would have been shocked
by the rudeness of the boys' repartee.

"They are very, very rude, but very great boys," Gleb explained to James,
but without providing any translation. "Without men like this, Russia would
not be great," he added, rather cryptically.

 "Guys, let's talk English.  It is rude for our friend if we talk in
Russian.  And we need to practise.  So no Russian for one hour," Kirill
commanded.

"It may have passed you that I have been talking English with James all
this time," so it is you not I who is being rude," joked Gleb.

"So, Gleb," Kirill continued.  "What prayers are you going to subject us to
tonight?  I cannot sleep most nights for the smell of your candles and
incense."

"Don't mock, you Communist heathen.  Don't forget that even our great
Comrade Stalin was once a postulant and then returned to religion at the
end."

"Very true, but our great Soviet System was built on other principles,"
Kirill replied.

"Guys, today is the day of our guardian angel Michael, so we must say
special prayers and ask forgiveness for all bad sins," Gleb replied. "But
we will say the prayers in front of his icon in the morning.  And who will
come to the church with me?"

"And what are your bad sins, Gleb?"  Pasha teased.  "Have you been wanking
it in the night without my knowing? I'll come to the church with you
tomorrow to help you confess.  What about you, James?"

James was delighted to be asked to attend the Church because he had never
been to a ceremony there.  He was rather intrigued by this polite Russian
boy and wanted to get to know him better.  By now they had reached the
older boys' dormitory.

"Hey, guys, where have you been," Gena and Sasha cried as they entered.

"Marshal Pavel has been entertaining his troops," Gleb replied.  The next
hour was spent pleasantly playing cards, James sitting next to Gleb, who
helped him with the game.

Between hands, Gleb explained to James that he wanted to train for the
church and would go to the special school for this when his voice hardened,
maybe in three years.

"I want to sing as much as possible before then," he explained. "I was in a
choir in Petersburg but this has a better reputation and I really like it
here."

James rested his hand on Gleb's smooth leg and rubbed it gently as they
studied the cards for the next hand. At several points he brushed his hand
across Gleb's silky, blue underpants, which extended a little way down his
strong thigh, touching his soft but warm member, and once resting it there,
the boy not seeming to notice but concentrating on the game.

Just then Misha came to say that lights must be put out, and the boys got
up, James taking the opportunity of running his shaking hand across Gleb's
warm buttocks.

"So, guys: great concert, so sleep now," he said, putting out the lights.

"What a night we have had," Misha said to James.  "Thanks for all your
help, and Pasha too!  We couldn't have managed without you.  Thanks for
entertaining the kids, Pasha!  And, by-the-way, I have had your bed made in
your room, James.  Hope you don't mind."

James and Pasha went out together to the room at the end of the corridor
which James was using as a bedroom.  It had two beds and was quite
comfortably furnished with a sofa and a table.  James took Pasha into his
arms and held him tight, both remembering their first passionate encounter
two years before.  Soon they were engaged in passionate kissing, something
which only Kirill has afforded to Pasha in the past.

Meanwhile, in the dormitory most boys were really tired and fell asleep
quickly.

"Pasha is sleeping with James, lucky bastard!"  Kirill whispered to Gleb.

"Aren't you jealous ?" Gleb asked. "I know how you feel about Pasha and I
know you are his
красавчик
(krasavchik).  Don't worry, I didn't tell and most know anyway.  Well, most
think it is just normal messing with boys, but you really love him, don't
you?"

"Gleb, you cunt!  How is it you know all about me?  I suppose you think you
know what I think about you too!" he whispered back from the adjacent bed.

There was a long silence from Gleb before he answered: "Well, what do you
think about me?"

"I think you are really great guy, but in all the three weeks you have been
here I've never seen or hear you wank youself, or join in with the
others. Neither have you ever used any bad words. You must do it! "

"I'm not really a saint, Kirill," he replied.  It's just that I don't
masturbate so I can concentrate on my prayers, but just recently it's
become harder.  Until I came here I just let it come out in my dreams, but
now I get such dirty thoughts."

"You mean when James had his hand on your dick!"  Kirill answered.  "Most
of the boys are hot for him.  I expect he's fucking Pasha right now, the
dirty bastard.!"

Gleb groaned slightly and fidgeted in his bed.  Kirill silently got up and
went over to him.

"What's wrong," he asked. "Are you ill?"

"No you cunt: I'm just so fucking hard. I want to wank the bastard!" was
the unexpected reply.  Kirill had never heard such language from Gleb.  He
slid his hand under the sheet and felt a huge erection in the boy's pants!"

"Hey you fucking cunt: let's go upstairs.  You know, to our little den!"

To his surprise, Gleb got up silently, found his slippers and followed
Kirill into the corridor.  As they silently mounted the stairs to the
disused part of the school, Krill felt Glab's shaking hand on his arse.

"I knew you were hot for wanking, you cunt!" Kirill whispered, as they
entered the secret den that the boy used.  "Pasha is a quick spunker; what
about you?"  Kirill demanded, as he put on the light.

"Last week I wanked myself properly for the first time and it took ages,
but fucking great sensation.  Can't stop thinking about it!" Gleb replied.

"I'm fucking slow, too.  So Pasha often leaves me unfinished because he's
spunked.  Fucking hell, Gleb, you are so beautiful.  I want to kiss you."

"Kissing is for fucking gays, except on the cheek," Gleb replied, "Just do
what normal boys do!, he replied, his penis straining at the blue material
of his pants.

"I'm going to make you so fucking hot," Kirill said, standing in front of
Gleb, who was slightly taller and a year older.  He ran his hands around
the back of the boy's shaved neck, looking into his blue eyes, and then
felt the tuft of hair at the on his head.  "Even your fucking ears are
cute," he added, rubbing them. Then he ran his hands over the sleek and
strong shoulders and then listed the left arm.  "Not a fucking hair!"

Then: hesitating:

"Won't it be a fucking sin for you?  I don't want punishment from angels
for corrupting you," he added.

Gleb reciprocated, examining the hairs in the twelve-year-old's armpits.

"It's okay: all can be forgiven with prayer after we finish, and it's the
fault of Adam and Eve that we must do this," he added.  "Fucking spunker,
mate.  I was so hot when I saw your tash growing last week and when you
shaved it yesterday!  I've been trying to keep my hands off my dick all
day!"

Kirll was now feeling Gleb's nipples, massaging them softly till they
became hard.

"Fucking bastard, mate!  That hurts," Gleb cried, never having experienced
the sensation before.

Kirill became more agitated.  "I love it when you talk like that, you cunt.
It's so unlike you.  How's your dick?" he added.

"Oh, fuck, some stuff is coming out of it.  Don't think it's spunk. What
the fuck is it?" Gleb asked softly, gripping Kirill's buttocks and pressing
him close to his groin.

"It's the stuff that lubricates the girl's cunt when you are fucking her,"
Kirill replied, gently lowering the boy's blue briefs, the hot long penis
springing to life. "You can think about thrusting that great dick of yours
up some fanny now, if you're not hot on boys," he continued, rubbing the
nipples some more.

"Don't worry, I am thinking about it, mate!" Gleb replied, pressing tightly
against Kirill's groin with his body.

"Fucking hell, mate," Kirill exclaimed running his flat hand over the boy's
smooth pubic region. "How come you never wanked it before?  Can you get the
knob out?" he asked, taking hold of Gleb's hot member and trying to pull
the skin back.

Glab cried out in pain.  "Stop, you cunt: it's hurting.  I pull the skin a
bit to piss but that's all.  But what else?

Kirill pulled down his own pants to reveal his hot erect penis.  "Look, you
cunt!  Skin is over the knob in normal condition.  Feel it!"

Gleb took hold of Kirill's member in his shaking hands.  He felt the hard
knob under the silky foreskin.

"Now, slide the skin back.  That's right, but further."

Gleb's mind was totally blown as his gingerly but so easily slid back
Kirill's foreskin.  First came the head and then, suddenly, the whole knob
was exposed.

"Now, rub the knob between your fingers."  As we know, Kirill has a huge
dick when hard and it really took Gleb's whole delicate hand to take the
knob and to start rubbing it.  "See, stuff is coming out, and I'm nowhere
near spunking yet.  Taste it!  You can't wank properly till you can do
that.  It's just practice.  I can tell you haven't wanked it because you
are all tight.  You're a fucking virgin, Gleb and I fucking love you!  When
you wanked for the first time last week, you didn't do it properly.  Let me
show you."

  Gleb obeyed his master teacher. Kirill sat down and gently took the boy's
erect and shapely penis in his hand.  He could feel the boy had a large
knob that had never been exposed.  Gleb stood right in front of Kirill, his
shaking hands on the boy's shoulders.  Kirill's own member was hotly erect
and flat against his stomach.

"So, you bastard; let's get the skin back.  Gently -- ever so gently!"  And
with that, the boy coaxed his friend's tight skin gently back, the penis at
the height of erection, pointing straight out in front of him.  Soon, the
milk-white spongy virgin head was exposed for the first time, Gleb looking
on in amazement, fingering his ample balls with his right hand.  Then,
suddenly, with a jerk, the whole knob popped out, fat and menacing!

"Fucking hell, mate. That's bigger than my fucking knob!"  Kirill exclaimed
with satisfaction. "That's what goes into the cunt, mate!" he continued.
"Here, give me your hand -- finger that fucking knob!"

He gently took Gleb's right hand and put his fingers on the head near the
slit.

"Oh my fuck.  Oh my fucking puberty!" was all that Gleb could say as he
gently fingered the sensitive member, shocks of delight shooting through
his body.

"When you wank like this you'll have great sensations, especially when your
pubes grow in like mine," he added. "Now, let me wank you propery!  Wait,
let's get close together on the sofa so we can get a better hold on each
other."

 Gleb got up and lay next to Kirill on the sofa bed, and Kirill could smell
his fresh sweet breath as he stole another kiss.

"Fuck, this is better than Pasha: he would have spunked and finished by
now," he said as he started gently to fully wank his friend.  Slowly, the
foreskin loosened up and slid up and down aided by the lubrication produced
in abundance by the new wanker.

"Oh my fuck!  Spunk's starting to rise," cried Gleb, as Kirill continued
his ministrations. Gleb now wanking Kirill and enjoying the thrilling
sensations. "Go faster, you bastard!"

Soon both boys were hot with sweat as Kirill wanked his friend, the skin
now well lubricated and free, the hypersensitive head sending shockwaves
through the boy's body. Kirill suddenly stopped and turned Geb from his
side, so he lay on his back.  Suddenly, he gently took the boys member into
his mouth and started sucking the sensitive head Months of stored up spunk
started rising from Gelb's balls and suddenly shot forth like from a
pistol. Kirill brought the boy to a multiple orgasm, the think spunk
shooting three times into Kirill before dripping out of the twitching
member.  Kirill then held Gleb tight, his own ejaculation immediately
following.

For some moments the boys lay in each other's arm before getting up.

"So, Gleb, are you going to me my nice polite friend again?"  Kirill asked
sheepishly.

"Of course," replied Gleb pulling the skin back to decently cover his
subsiding penis!  "And you and Pasha are coming to the church tomorrow to
ask forgiveness.  Let's go to bed!  And you won't tell anyone our secret,
will you!"

And with that, out two friends cleaned each other with paper and then put
on their pants and quietly slipped back to bed where all was quiet in the
dormitory.


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Ivan Ivanocich