Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2016 11:58:20 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Dima's Choirboys 17

Dima's Choirboys -- Chapter 17

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
read on and enjoy the story. Please DO NOT make copies, or post this.

I hope you have liked Vanya's story so far.  Don't forget to read the other
separate stories about our boys: "Gleb's Puberty" and "Gelb's Big Knob".

They are about the same Gleb as in this story. He is a very sexy and
beautiful boy.  Maybe you also read the other series some time ago "Russian
Choirboy Pubes".  (If you search on 3April 2012, you will see the first of
these stories) That was really the first part of this story about the
starting of the choir by Dimitry in a regular school.  It featured much
about Artem and Pasha and Little Dima, who are also in "Dima's Choirboys".

Thank you, also, for kind comments about these writings. I try to improve
my English and to describe the boys well for you but to leave some to your
imagination.

In our last chapter, Pasha met Peter, a rough young-looking 15-year-old
Kadet, and they made love, rather rudely, on the floor of the cabin of a
deserted boat near the camp.  It was rough and Pasha felt guilty afterwards
for enjoying it so much.

"Fucking cunt, Mate," Kirill remarked, as Pasha told him all.  He had
noticed Pasha's rather untidy appearance when he appeared for lunch; and
had got him in a quiet corner as the boys went to have their rest.  "Aren't
we good enough for you that you have to go fucking uncultured Kadets?"

Pasha looked a bit sad.  "Don't be angry with me; I just got carried away.
He is so fucking hot and came after me, and you know how I become, and the
next thing he had his knob up my arse."

"And he was fucking rough, by the look of it," Kirill added, dusting
Pasha's clothes like a mother.  "I'm not angry: just be careful with those
gopniks: I don't like them.  Keep with us, Pashka!" he pleaded. "What would
your little boys think, if they knew.!

Pasha hadn't told his friend about his relieving Yarik of his tension the
previous night, and decided he wouldn't tell him just now, but later.  But
he did then tell Kirill about what had happened between him and the guard
Igor, and why he was talking to him outside the bus.

"I'm not surprised he had his dick against your arse. He's had his hands on
practically every boy in the school; but he is useful to us," he added, as
an afterthought. "Well, I saw the wanker walking with some kadets just
earlier when we finished our lessons, so I expect he has found his level
and will leave us alone!" Kirill continued.  "In fact, he has gone to the
city again, if I am not mistaken.  And now, we must go to the medical room,
so you had better fetch your little boys to be examined," he finished,
turning to other matters, and then walking off rather suddenly.

Pasha walked back to the corpus, still feeling Kirill was angry with him,
and maybe a little jealous, because he loved Pasha deeply; but really it
was also that Kirill feared for Pasha.  If he was going to be an openly
`blue' boy for the rest of his life, he would have some problems.  But, for
now, Kirill dismissed the thought and, by this time, Pasha had returned to
his room and found there his boys playing quietly.

"Hey, Pashka, we missed you from our lesson.  What did you do?" little Roma
asked, coming to sit with him on his bed. He was followed quickly by Yarik
and the others.

"I was making arrangements for our game this afternoon, and speaking about
the concert tonight.  Do you have some songs to take to the camp fire? --
Hey, guys, guys, why do you jump on me and squash me?" he asked, in no way
discouraging them, but beating them playfully, and becoming more cheerful
as he felt their warm bodies close to him.  He took the opportunity of
running his hands all over their soft bottoms and constantly stroked
Yarik's buttocks as the boys told of their morning's activities.

Misha told him that they had had a great practice and that Dima, their
teacher, had been very pleased.

" Gleb, Kirill, Sasha, Victor and Gena will all sing solos at the concert
and Kirill will play the piano," Roma added.

Pasha then explained that they must all go with their medical books to the
doctor for an examination.  This is necessary in children's camps to ensure
all are healthy, so he gathered them up and they walked down to the medical
room where they saw the others coming out.

"Don't be long, Pasha, because we need you for our team," Oleg said,
running off to catch the others who were already some way off .

The medical exam was just routine and there were no problems and all were
passed fit for the afternoon's activities.  So, it was with excitement that
all assembled on the sports ground at 2.30 p.m.

Many people had come to watch from the artistic camp and all the kadets.
Three boys from the artistic camp had been asked to join our boys so that
two full teams could play, even with some reserves, and the girls from that
camp sat on the wooded benches around the ground to watch, or rather to
look at the boys who on the choirboys' team were playing without shirts.
The game was furious and hot, and both teams seemed equally matched.  The
kadets were surprised at their opposition, and Gleb, especially, with his
long, strong, legs, was very skilful; Pasha more plodding, but useful in
defence, and Oleg a skilful goalkeeper.  Sasha was a quick sprinter, and
young Gennady a very skilful player.  Ilya was an accurate striker. The
girls were very taken by the display, especially at the half time when they
could get closer to their new friends.  They were very attracted to tall
and handsome Gleb who was wearing black shorts, white socks and sports
shoes.  The shorts were quite loose-fitting so would have concealed any
bulge had he not decided to change for the game into swimming trunks,
gathering his equipment into a bulge at the front and pressing out the
black material considerably.  From the back, the girls could plainly see
the outline of the trunks, especially when he bent down displaying his fine
buttocks.

The boys were hot and sweating and went to sit in groups on the benches,
and the girls had chance to check them closely.  They had also been
attracted to a number of the kadets, especially to Peter and his friend,
Vova, whom Pasha had encountered. They could smell the attractive aroma of
boys in early and mid-puberty and were very excited by it. They also
noticed Pasha's thick tash and hairy legs, and his balls, which, when he
was sitting very prominently, bulged down the left leg of his shorts and
were held firmly by his tight cotton underpants.  As you know, Pasha is a
very attractive and rather small, guy and could have passed for much
younger had it not been for these features.  But it was handsome, tall Gleb
who was really turning them on, with his beautiful, strong face, cute ears
and wonderful bare chest and prominent nipples. He was unknowingly giving
out the most sexy scent to the girls that they had ever known.  It was also
turning on Pasha Kirill, Ilya, and some of the Kadets who were close by.
They could not help but note that there was much packed into those black
shorts, held tightly in place by his speedo trunks.

But soon, it was time to resume the match, and the boys took their
places. Because they were evenly-matched and well-refereed by Misha and a
captain from the Kadet Corpus, any pre-existing conflict seemed to
disappear; and as the match ended in a draw, all were firm friends as they
gathered for a photo, arms around shoulders in good Russian style.

"So guys: what now?"  Pasha asked as all were finished.

"No swimming today," Misha. The sports' teacher advised: "The doctor says
the water is too cold.  So, let's take some photos and then just go and
wash in time for tea."

The three boys from the artistic camp who had joined our boys against the
cadets, Gosha, Vanya and Igor, were now talking to Gleb and the team, still
arm in arm as photos were being taken.  They were, all three, stunning
examples of boyhood, and both Kirill and Pasha immediately were attracted
to two of them.  Small, fair, Vanya with his cropped hair and strong chest
and very puffy nipples, almost like the budding tits of a girl, was 15 but
looked much younger, but he spoke in a deep baritone, which excited Kirill
very much; and tall, dark and athletic Igor with his defined chest and
strong arms and hairless legs, was just 13 but looked older, although his
voice was still light and his face smooth.  Gosha was 12 and had a very
full buttocks, which were pressing out the material of his Chelsea shorts.
It was obvious he was wearing no pants.

"Fucking hell, Mate," Pasha said to Kirill as they began to walk back
together; "Look at the tits on that wanker," he said, referring to Vanya
. "And I bet that cunt Igor has a dick bigger than yours," he added.

"I am looking!" Kirill replied. "Wouldn't mind my dick up his arse," he
added; "Bet his balls are as big as yours!  And listen to Vanya's voice:
it's deep -- fucking bush to be sure; and did you see how he was pressing
up against Gleb's arse when we had the photo?  I wonder if he felt it! "
The conflict between the two boys was now ended and they walked together,
arm in arm.

"Didn't see that, Mate," Pasha replied: "I was concentrating on that wanker
Igor.  Managed to touch his dick with the back of my hand during the photo
-- fucking spunker!  - right on the knob, I think.  He didn't move and I'm
sure it was swelling!"

"Fucking puberty!  Was he wearing pants?" Kirill asked excitedly.

"Yes, I think," he replied.  The two boys had dropped back a little form
the group to talk, but they speeded up and were soon with the others who
were on the long path to the corpus to collect towels and soap.  Kirill had
an idea which he told to Pasha:

"We've got to see the balls on those wankers.  Let's invite them to wash
with us."

"Hey, Igor, Vanya, Gosha, you cunts: come wash with us; you are part of our
team," Pasha called.

The three boys dropped back to walk with the others and got into
conversation.  Igor had now put on his shirt, but his strong arms were
still exposed, and Kirill noted that his armpits were still hairless; small
Vanya was still displaying his puffy nipples and his arms and legs were
covered with fair hairs, and Gosha had put on a vest. His limp penis was
gently moving the thin material of his shorts. Kirill was hot with
excitement and it was all he could do to restrain himself from taking the
boy by the nipples.

"Okay, you cunts: we'll get our towels and come to the showers," Gosha
replied. He still had a fresh face and his voice was just breaking -- one
time in soprano and another in baritone.  Suddenly, they realised that Gleb
was not with them.  Where was he? Sasha had asked.

In fact Gleb had remained on the sports ground looking for his shirt.  For
some reason it did not seem to be on the bench where he had taken it off.
He remembered the girls had been sitting there when they had talked at the
break.  He had felt a slight tingling at the base of his penis when he had
been talking to them because both were wearing revealing t-shirts, clearly
showing their nipples, but he had managed to suppress his thoughts.  He'd
also felt Vanya's dick against his arse in the photo and was afraid of
becoming aroused. Fortunately, it took a lot to arouse the boy, so it was
not too difficult to put these thoughts from his mind, and, having found
his shirt under a seat, he ran to catch the others, saying some prayers as
he went.  He soon caught with the others.

"Hey, Cute Ears; where were you?" Sasha called (using the boy's pet name
given by James) as he heard the out-of-breath boy approaching.

"Sorry guys. I lost my shirt and had to look for it," he replied, pulling
the t-shirt over his slim chest, revealing his beautiful smooth arm-pits;
sexy drops of sweat were still running down his face, his close-cropped
hair wet and shining and his eyes a bright blue.

Pasha dropped back a little to talk.

"Can I ask you a favour, my friend?" he asked. "My little boys need to go
to tea and then to wash.  Could you go now and take them and then bring
them to the shower?  They like you and will be glad to go with you."

"Of course," Gleb answered.  I can wash with them, I suppose.  I'll go now
to take them," he continued, and then trotted off to the living corpus to
see Pasha's boys.

"That was very clever of you, you fucking cunt!"  Kirill said.  You've left
the way open for a real good wanking session in the shower, haven't you,
you bastard!"

"Trust uncle Pashka," he grinned.  "You wouldn't have felt easy at
encouraging Gleb, and neither would I.  I think those fucking slags were
tempting him, and you know what he's like when he loses control!"

"Yes, I know, and don't we love it.  But you are right!" he admitted. "One
day Ilya and I will be like Gleb," he continued, turning to his friend, who
had been listening.

"Is the cunt really so hot when he gets wanking? Can't imagine him even
doing it," Oleg said, who had also joined them with Sasha.

"Fucking hell, Mate, you should see it," Ilya replied. "But we want to keep
him holy at least until next week until James will come."

 "He's really hot for James," Pasha explained, referring to the young
English teacher who would be returning for the second week of the camp.

Our boys had forgotten that Vanya, Gosha and Igor were walking with them.

"Sorry, guys," Kirill explained.  Gleb is rather religious.

"Is he a fucking holy bastard?"  Igor asked.

"He's our best friend," Pasha said, coldly, before the others could make
the same reply. "And he is a great guy."

"Sorry, guys," said. "Take it easy. We didn't know.  Come on, let's wash
together."

"Hey, Igor!  Any girls in your camp interested in us?" Gena asked quietly
out of Pasha and Kirill's hearing.

"Most of them strict, Mate, and no chance" Vanya replied, joining in. "But
there are two slags, if you are interested. "And one other really
interested in your friend Gleb," he continued.

"Seriously, Mate," Gena replied. "I need to get my fucking dick up a cunt
soon! My balls are driving me crazy every time I see a girl."

"Ok, I'll fix it for you and that friend Gleb, if he's up for it tonight
after the show," Igor replied.  "Don't tell your friends, and bring
condoms, Mate, you'll both need them."

The boys had arrived at the corpus and collected the towels and soap and
shampoo for washing and were soon walking down to the shower room which was
a separate building near the gates of the camp.  Strictly, there was a
timetable for washing, and the boys of the artistic camp were not due to
arrive for 30 minutes, followed by the Kadets.  It was our boys washing
time, but Igor, Vanya and Gosha had been invited.

They went into the outside room and closed the door behind them, before
entering the changing room.

"Lock the door, guys," Igor called from inside: "Need a fucking good wank!"

"I remember from two years ago," remarked Pasha.  "It hasn't had much
repair, but at least the lights work this time.  The room was small with
pegs around the walls and benches.

"Fucking hell, I stink," Igor remarked.

"Better wash well if we are to get a chance with the girls tonight," Vanya
replied, in his deep voice and putting his wash things on the bench. "Did
you see the tits on Masha?  Her fucking nipples made me hard."

 "You're going to get that big knob up against Julia's cunt tonight after
the show?" Gosha joked, taking off his shirt.

"She's too strict, Mate; I tried last at the disco the other night," Igor
replied, taking off his shirt and shorts, revealing a pair of tight blue
cotton pants, well fitting to his curves and exciting Pasha and Kirill very
much at the sight of his huge bulge. "As soon as I got close to her last
night and she felt my knob pressing -- fucking hell, I was ready for it! --
she pushed me straight off. Had to go out to wank the bastard," he
continued. " Spunked all over the floor! What about you, guys?" he asked,
turning to our boys, who laughed at his description. "Sure I can fix you
up, but you may have to queue for qirls, except for your friend Gleb -- all
the girls are hot for him.  And remember, there'll be competition from
those fucking kadets.  They've been invited to the show and disco tonight,"
he added.

"So, guys, you are going to sing in our show tonight." Vanya said, slowly
peeling down his loose-fitting shorts.  "I finished music school last year
because my voice hardened. But I heard you guys today and it was fucking
wonderful."

 He had now stepped out of his shorts and was displaying his fine body.
His balls were full and shapely, like large pears, large for his small
body, and his penis nesting in a thick bush of blond hairs, so fine that
they may have been cotton wool.  The ball-sac was still devoid of hair and
very prominently forward, supporting the fine but not long penis in
horizontal position even when soft.  The knob was not over large and the
tip of the penis was just slightly peeping out of the foreskin. His deep
baritone voice seemed strange on such a small boy, with a fresh face, but
he was 15.

"Yes, we have some solos and choir pieces," Kirill replied, looking at
Igor, who was taking off his trunks: this tall dark boy at the height of
boyhood revealed a long fat penis and huge ball-sac with a ring of skin
around the base where it joined his pubic region.  He was quite devoid of
any hairs, except for three or four sexy black strands emerging from the
base, and his heavy balls were completely smooth, the nuts showing clearly
on either side of the heavy sac. The knob was not as fat as Gleb's but was
slightly exposed and it was obvious that it would slip back at the
slightest provocation. A blue vein was visible down the penis which
obviously assisted in an extreme erection when filled with blood.  Pasha
began to feel his erection rising as he watched Igor sit on the bench and
start wanking, his penis soon rising to full erection.

"Hey, Igor!  You can still sing, soprano can't you.  Will you tonight?"
Vanya asked.

"Don't know: I'm not as good as you guys and never was in a choir, but it
might attract Julia," he added as an afterthought, sliding his foreskin
over his knob.

"Fucking great!" he added.

"Fucking hell, Mate," Sasha joked. "Your dick is too big for a girl's
cunt. No wonder she pushed you off if she felt that pressing in her at the
disco. Better let me have her instead, at least I can give her some spunk."

"Your fucking dick is too small, - it would never give and friction, you
dry wanker.  It's too thin!" Igor shot back, looking at Sasha's member,
which the boy was wanking wildly. "Pasha and Kirill would have a better
chance," he continued. "Looks as if they are both ready for it already," he
added, looking at the two boys' erections.  Pasha's fine penis was now
lifting his bush-covered balls and was pointing before him, whilst Kirill's
long member was now rising towards the air.  As we know, when erect,
Kirill's member is very impressive and long enough for him to suck it

The thought of Pasha going near a girl made the others laugh, but Pasha
coloured, so Kirill , seeing this, changed the subject.

Kirill was now displaying his long erection and thick bush, and Pasha balls
even more ample than Igor's, although obscured by his thick bush.

Smooth Oleg and Sasha they made their way into the shower room, where the
jets were around the sides. They were soon followed by the others.And so,
the scene continued without incident. Each boy came to a climax in his
turn.



Soon as were dried and ready for tea.