Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2016 01:24:08 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Dimas's Choirboys 12b

Dima's Choirboys – Chapter   -  James and Gleb!


This story contains scenes of a mild sexual nature and if you are not
allowed to read it please don't. If you are not old enough please don't. If
by reading this you are breaking any laws in your country, then please do
not read any further. If however you do, you can legally and want to, then
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Please email me to discuss the boys and tell me whom you like best.


If you did not read the chapter "Gleb's Puberty – Getting the Skin Back"
in the "Young Friends" section, do go and read it.  I posted a little
interlude there to entice anyone who only reads that section to come over
and read our story.  We described Gleb's visit to his old friend Ilya, who
will be joining the school next year.  Gleb had not touched himself for a
week but when encouraged by the sexy Ilya, he got carried away.  Later he
brought Ilya back to the school to meet the other boys and Dimity
Petrovich, the Director, formally accepted him for the next year.

So, now we come to the end of term.  The choir gave a great concert and
Gleb and Krill sang beautiful soprano solos.  Pasha and Dima were there of
course for the last time.  Dima because he was going to undertake some
important concerts and Pasha because his voice was failing.

"I think, from now on, we shall just use our own soloists, and Dima for
special occasions," Dimity told the boys.  "Gleb and Kirill, you have
beautiful and full soprano voices, and there are others in the
training. Gena's voice is developing very well for a boy so young, too."

On the last day of the school year, the boys were discussing what they
would do over the long three-month vacation.

"You going to your church camp, Gleb?" Kirill, his best friend, asked. "If
you are, you'd better get some training on how to keep your hand off that
fucking dick of yours, or at least to keep it for me!" he joked.

"Don't worry, Kirill; I shall be perfectly controlled, and when I am a
priest I shall forgive all your sins" he replied with a smile. And I'll try
not to think of bad thoughts at least for today," he added.

What about you, James?" the boys asked their English choirmaster friend
who, as you know, has been helping out at the school for some weeks.  The
boys have really taken to him and were delighted when they were told he
would be returning in the new academic year.

Some of the boys were going to summer camps of course, and the Director had
arranged for the promising soloists to go on a training camp in August.  Of
course, Kirill, Gleb, Gena, Sasha would be going, amongst others. But first
all would go home to their families.

"I'll see you in the camp then in two months!" Kirill said to Gleb, as they
parted.  "Don't get too holy in your church camp, because I want to feel
that fucking knob of yours again in the camp," he said, touching the soft
bulge in Gleb's trousers and feeling the prominent knob pressing against
the soft black material.  Gleb blushed and felt a slight stirring in his
balls, but he controlled it and just smiled at his friend and kissed him on
the cheek.

"Go home, and I'll see you soon," he replied.  "Oh hi, James," he called,
not before seeing his friend come into the room.

"Not going yet, Gleb?" James asked, coming up to the boy, his penis
stirring at the sight of the sexy choirboy. He had noticed Kirill squeezing
Gleb's prominent bulge and had got quite excited.

"Fucking spunker," he thought as he admired Gleb's shapely legs, bulge and
ample bottom, and put his arm round the boy's shoulders to speak to him.

"No, not yet; I have to remain two more nights and will go to St Petersburg
on Thursday," he replied, enjoying the feel of James's hands rubbing the
short hairs at the back of his neck, and then gliding down his back and
onto his silky rounded left buttock and then Gleb felt a shock as fingers
wandered lightly into the recess between the two cheeks. James's hand began
to tremble!

Just at that point the Director, Dimitry Pertrovich entered the room
smiling.

"Oh hello guys; just the two I wanted to see.  You know how helpful Gleb
was in securing a new soloist from his home city last week?"

"Yes, I heard about it," James replied, returning his hand to Gleb's
shoulder. "Ilya isn't it.  I met him when you brought him to the school.
He has a beautiful voice."

"What I really wanted to ask you, James, is if you could look after Gleb
for two days before he goes to his train on Thursday.  He's the only boy
remaining and he might be a bit lonely."

Of course, James readily agreed and Gleb was happy to have the company of
his English friend. It had been just a few days since the boy's hot
experience with Ilya and when he felt James's hand on his bottom he began
to get strong stirrings again and his good resolutions began to disappear!
Like all of the choirboys, he was very fond of James and attracted to the
young man.

"The cunts got his fucking hand on my arse again," he thought, as they
walked down the corridor after Dima had left.

"You going to get changed, Gleb?"  James asked, looking down at the
swelling bulge in the boy's trousers.  The head of the penis was clearly
visible pressing against the thin material.

"Maybe later. We can go to your room if you like to play cards," the boy
suggested, slipping his arm round James's waist. James head was spinning;
he could tell the boy was getting worked up.  He closed the door to his
room and in doing so brushed his hand across Gleb's bulge.

"That's my fucking knob you're feeling, you cunt!"  Glad whispered, looking
up at James with his blue eyes.  James removed his hand at once, fearing
the boy was offended.

"Oh, sorry, Gleb; it was an accident," he said.

"Do you like feeling fucking choirboys' knobs and wanking them off like you
did to Sasha, James"?  Gleb asked.

James didn't know what to say, and was very embarrassed.

"It's okay, James.  You are so fucking English.  "Are all Englishmen like
you?  So shy?  I know you felt all the arses in the changing room, wanked
Sasha off in the baths and fucked Pasha the other night!"

James breathed relief when he heard Gleb say these words.  He put his hands
on the boy's shoulders and swung him to face him.  He looked into his
beautiful blue eyes and stroked his cute ears and short, fair hair.

"You're so beautiful, Gleb.  I wanted to take you into my arms ever since I
saw you naked in the shower the other day.  I can't help being shy.  It's
because it's impossible to touch a boy where I come from.  Did anyone tell
you what cute ears you have?" he said, pulling the lobes a little and then
running his finger over the boys lip. "You don't even have a hint of a tash
yet."  Gleb was a tall lad for 13 and up to James's shoulders in height, so
he only needed to look up a little to meet his eyes.

"Did you know that most of the boys are so fucking hot for you?"  the boy
replied. "Gena was even wanking to your photo last night," he added.

"Was he? The fucking cunt!" James replied, rubbing the boy's chest and
feeling the nipples beneath the shirt: "I love his tash growing in".

"Yes, he's been told to shave the fucker by next school year," Gleb said.
"And you have seen his fucking pubes – he's only eleven!  I'm nearly
fourteen and still waiting. But if you want to know who's shaving, I can
tell you!"

James remembered when he had felt Gena at the swimming lesson.  "Does he
really like me?" he asked, sitting down on a chair and pulling Gleb to him,
his erection straining in his trousers. "Fucking hell, I'm really spunking
at the thought of his pubes! And I know Kirill is shaving."

The boy stood in front of James feeling the man's soft hands on each of his
bottom cheeks.  He put his hands gently on James's shoulders as the man
drew him closer.

"Yes, he was really getting the fucking skin back wanking thinking about
you," he replied, as James's hand moved round from his arse to the
impressive bulge.

"And do you get the skin back on that fucking knob of yours, Gleb?" he
asked, feeling the outline of the very large head between his fingers. "I
can't wait to feel it!"

"You won't know, you cunt, unless you take my fucking pants off will you?"

"Wait, Gleb!  I want you to slowly take off your clothes, starting with
your tie and shirt, while I watch," James commanded.

Gleb smiled his winning smile: "You fucking bastard.  Get your pants off
first, then, you cunt!" Gleb replied having taken off his shirt, revealing
his slim chest erect nipples which were bursting with puberty.

"I love it when you swear in English!"  James replied, standing up to take
of his trousers to reveal a pair of smart trunks.  At the age of 35 he was
still in very good shape.  Gleb was just about to undo the belt to his own
trousers, when James stopped him

"Let me do that, you choirboy wanker," he said, sitting down again and
placing his hands firmly on the boy's rounded buttocks.

"You like my arse, don't you?" teased Gleb, beginning to feel stirrings
again in his loins. Bet you don't get choirboys like us in England or
America!"

"You are perfect choirboy, Gleb." He said, now turning the boy so that he
could see the front of his trousers. "The perfect boy soprano who can
really spunk. Fucking puberty," he said as his is left hand was still
firmly placed on the boy's buttocks, exploring the gap between the two.
"Just open your legs a little bit," he asked, feeling for the boy's balls
from behind.  However, because of the cut of the trousers, the balls were
mainly gathered up and not hanging.  His right hand, he placed flat on the
boy's chest and began rubbing his stomach.  Gleb began breathing more
deeply and closed his eyes.

"Get my fucking dick out and start wanking it," he commanded.

"Wait, and it will be better when it comes," James advised. "Fucking hell!"
he said, as he gently touched the head of the penis, which was pressing
against the front of his trousers.  "That's sure a big knob you've got,
Gleb: much fatter than the shaft!  I thought it was pretty impressive when
I saw you soft in the shower, but – Fucking spunker!"

"I know you were looking at it, you cunt, when I first met you," the boy
replied.  It's grown a lot these past months and giving me a lot of fucking
trouble."

James continued rubbing the member through the material.  He then felt the
soft balls which were prominent in the close-fitting trousers.  Unlike
Pasha, who had huge balls which had to be supported by trunks close to his
thigh, Gleb had sizable but manageable bulbous balls enclosed in his full,
rounded, sac.

"Tell me if you're close to spunking," James said.  "I don't want you
cumming yet!"

"Nowhere near, you bastard. I'm not even fully hard yet. I'm a slow
spunker. It's just getting tingling as if the spunk is being made and it's
firing me to talk dirty. You'll have to suck it for an hour before it
fires!"  Gleb joked! "How about you, you gay cunt?" he said, grabbing the
front of James's pants.

James turned Gleb to face him, standing, whilst he was sitting, his face
level with the boy's groin.

"I love the belts you soloists wear," James said, unfastening the clasp of
the silver buckle and loosening it so that the top of the trousers was
exposed. The waistband was held by a single button and a clip which he
undid, and then took hold of the zip.  The penis was pressing out the left
hand side of the trousers, so it was not difficult to remove.

"You know, boys of your age in the States would be wanting to sing bass and
no boy with a fucking bush would be singing soprano.!

Soon, Gleb's skin-tight but very supportive underpants were exposed.  The
leg of the pants was quite long, thus giving full support to the generous
pouch, the balls and penis being kept in place well forward and not allowed
to hang loose.  As soon as James completely lowered the trousers, the
penis, now not so restricted, sprang upwards, pressing out the material of
the red pants.

"Fucking hell,"James exclaimed, as he gently lowered the pants and the base
of the penis coming into view. As we have already described, Gleb's shaft
was quite thick when soft.  James examined the pubic region for signs of
hair.  Soon the pants were completely off, exposing the full penis, nearly
fully erect but heavily weighted and curved downwards by the skin-covered
head.  The balls were drawn up tightly by the erection and very bulbous and
the skin of the sac crinkled, the right nut strongly prominent.  There
wasn't a hair to be seen, just light down on the pubic region, not visible
until examined closely.

"Can't wait to see your pubes growing in.  They'll start soon and you'll
have a fucking bush in no time," he said, turning his attention to the
large helmet of the penis.

"Fucking hell: like Pasha and Kirill, you mean?" replied Gleb.  In the few
weeks that he had been wanking, the foreskin was getting a little looser,
and now that the shaft was almost fully erect, the skin was just beginning
to retract, slightly exposing the tip.

"Just think about that fucking dick up a girl's cunt," James said, gently
easing the skin back a little.

"I am thinking about it", he replied.  "Now, get the skin right back, but
gently.  It's still a bit tight over the knob.

Slowly, James began to retract the skin, which was now more elastic.  The
sensitive knob soon came into view, glistening with moisture.

"I'm not hurting, am I?"  James asked, as he stopped to admire the sight.

"No, get the fucker right back, but slowly," Gleb commanded, and James
continued his ministrations, the skin – once passed the most difficult
and widest part of the helmet– suddenly slipping far back and behind the
knob.

"What a fucking knob!" he said, taking it into his right hand and rubbing
it gently.  The movement made Gleb wild with excitement. He started
breathing very noisily and swearing in Russian, holding on to James's
shoulders.  The spunk in his large bulbous balls was starting to rise now.

"I want to wank it myself for a minute," Gleb commanded, sitting down on a
chair.  "After that, you can suck me and get the spunk out."  He took the
shaft in his right hand and started to wank, slowly moving the foreskin
backwards and forwards across the sensitive head of the penis, the once
tight skin now moving more freely.  Soon a little welcome lubrication began
to seep from the slit and eased the motions, so Gleb wanked faster.  He was
now at the height of erection and excitement and he began to sweat.
Suddenly he stopped and got up and went over to James who was wanking at
the sight.

"Now, suck the fucker, you gay bastard!" he commanded as James obediently
pulled the boy close to him, holding his buttocks whilst sliding the knob
into his mouth and gently licking it with his tongue.  It was only when
Gelb was fully erect after much stimulation that the shaft of the penis
carried enough strength to lift the member completely, and when James
released the knob from his mouth, it sprang back against the boy's stomach
seemingly longer than ever, the moisture running already down the shaft.

"Oh my fuck!  Wank it fast, you basdard; you've got me harder than even
Kirill did last week! I want to spunk!" the boy cried.  James took the boy
onto his knee and placed his hard member between the boy's buttocks.

"Just relax a bit, Gleb," he said.  "I'll give you the best feelings of
your life."  Soon Gleb was enjoying a new sensation.  All the activity had
produced an overproduction of sperm, as he wanked very rarely.  Soon an
intense orgasm was building, first in his pubic region and then his balls.
His member seemed to be on fire, as James again slowly wanked first the
shaft and then massaged the knob which was now wet with lubrication.

"Fucking hell, Gleb.  Bet you've had this fucker up against a girl's cunt,
haven't you?" he said as he also rubbed the nipples, his penis now inside
the boy.  Suddenly, Gleb leaned back against James's chest and raised his
groin and James's penis slipped out.  Gleb's member was so hard that James
had difficulty believing that it was normally soft material.  Suddenly the
boy began to discharge, reaching an intense orgasm.  The first shot of
spunk fired across his chest, but the second was more powerful.  His body
became ridged and his toes screwed up.  In his spasm, James had lost
contact with his bottom altogether, but held his chest tightly as he
himself came to an orgasm, spunking onto the boy's legs.  Gleb was
breathing loudly as his last massive orgasm erupted, the white spunk almost
expended from his ample balls.

"Oh, fuck!"  Gleb breathed as he collapsed into James's arms and lay there
for quite five minutes, his penis now returning to its normal state, Jemas
having slid the skin back to cover the knob.

"Oh, my!  I'm sorry, James!  I was so rude to you," he said, starting to
cry.  James stroked the boy's head and whispered into his ear.

"It's okay, I loved it."  Gleb looked up into James's eyes and smiled.

"Did you really?  I got a bit carried away, didn't I?.  I'll have to do a
hard penance for this when I confess it tomorrow.  But it was worth it.
What do you think?  But I better learn more control to be a priest."

"Don't worry: you are young and it's all new to you.  When you are older
you'll have a wife and children yourself and will remember how to advise
boys like you who struggle to be good."

"I love you, James, even like a best friend.  I'll miss you in the summer
but come back to us, won't you."

"Of course, I'll come back and hear you sing," he said, kissing his friend
on the cheek.  "Now let's get cleaned up and have supper.

So, the two friends who had been lovers just some moments ago, cleaned
themselves up in the bathroom across the corridor.  Gleb changed his
clothes and the two friends went to find some supper.  The kitchens were
now closed for the holidays but there was a little kitchen for the use of
the Director and staff.  Food had been left for them.

"Will you come to the church with me tomorrow, James?"  Gleb asked.

So, friends: that is the end of this story chapter today.  The following
day, Gleb departed to St Petersburg to his family, and James prepared to
return to his home for the summer.

--
Ivan Ivanocich