Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2016 16:11:58 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Dima's Choirboys 19

Dima's Choirboys -- Chapter 19

I had some good feedback from the last story.

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
don't 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.

What was happening to the other boys during Gleb's meeting with Vanya?
Pasha had left the disco and had seen his little boys to bed before making
his way to the part of the corpus where the kadets were housed.  Most
people were still at the disco, but he knew the room where Peter lived.  He
found his friend alone, sitting on his bed still in his uniform.

"Hey, Pasha: come in.  Where is Gleb?" he asked excitedly. "Can't wait to
see those balls of his."

"It's the knob that is most impressive, Mate." Pasha joked. " Fucking
hell, you should see the size of it!  The last I saw in the disco, he had
it up against a girl's cunt.  But I don't think he got any farther," he
replied.  "He was really pressing it against her, and his hips were
thrusting when she slapped his face and went out!"

Peter laughed, in his unhardened voice, hitting the table in excitement: "
Oh, my!  What a wanker! Will he come to us?" he asked. "Can't wait to get
my hands on his arse.  When did you last see it?  His balls must be bigger
than yours. And he must have a bush. And how can he sing like that with a
knob as big as his?"

"Sure to be here, in some minutes, I think, but if he's spunked he'll be in
a holy mood again and not willing," Pasha replied, walking over to Peter,
who had now stood up.  "Thinking about it, I haven't seen him since the
close of the school in May, and he does look to have grown.  Could have
started pubes by now," he added.

"Bush, you mean!"  Peter replied, taking off his tunic and shirt and
trousers to put them away.

"Not a bush, I think, and I bet you he is still as smooth as a baby! He
won't kiss, you know, because he's not blue; neither will Kirill, so come
here, you blue boy; I want to kiss you! " Pasha called, drawing his friend
towards him, and feeling his arse, as their groins met together.  Pasha
felt his erection arising as he opened his mouth to allow Peter's tongue to
enter his mouth, giving him a most intense feeling.  Pasha was feeling the
soft flesh of Peter's buttocks through his thin pants, whilst his friend
was getting excited too, the skin of his penis slipping back as his
erection increased, as he felt Pasha's tash tickling his smooth face. He
pulled Pasha roughly closer.

Just then, there was a sound in the corridor, and the door opened.  The two
boys just had time to separate and to sit on the bed trying to look
natural, but to their delight, it was Gleb who appeared through the door.

"Hi, guys: am I too late?" he asked, smiling, as he came in looking still
flushed and a bit untidy.  His half erection was showing strongly through
his white trousers, the knob quite prominently visible through the material
on the left side of the zipper.

"Fucking hell!  You frightened us."  Peter exclaimed, as he got up to
welcome his new friend.  "What happened?"

Gleb sat down in the chair, his legs spread slightly, displaying his ample
equipment. He smiled his winning smile and spoke in his silky, unhardened,
voice!

"Where do you want me to start?" he asked, and fingering his knob slightly
as he got comfortable, noticing that Peter's eyes were riveted to the
general area of his equipment.

"We thought you were away with a girl," Gleb, Pasha said, teasingly.  "I
saw your knob up against her," he added.

"Thought you didn't like girls," Gleb replied: "Or was it my knob you were
interested in?" he said, just touching his member in a tease.

"No, your arse, Mate," Peter joked.  "Fucking hell; how can you sing like
an angel with balls like that?" he asked.

"Angels have balls too," Gleb joked.  "At least, I think they do, but I'll
ask my priests about that!"

"Will you confess what you did to that girl and to us?"  Peter asked, not
quite in jest.

"Of course, but don't worry: no names or places will be told.  Pasha has
confessed too, haven't you Pashka?"

Pasha was a bit shy at having to admit that he, too, was religious and had
regrets about his condition, which was far more serious than the other
boys, who were just messing around.  He knew that he would never love a
girl: he had always known.  But the others would all find nice wives and be
happy with lots of children to love.  Pasha would be alone in life forever,
only loving other people's boys.

"Okay -- so before you get all holy again, tell us what happened!" Peter
replied.

"So, guys: the three girls were really strict, but you should have seen the
tits and nipples on the one I danced with. They were really hard and I
thought I had her in my power.  We danced and I think she saw I was hard
because she let me draw her close in a dance.  And - fucking puberty -- the
sensation I felt when my knob brushed her cunt for the first time. Then she
had her hands on my arse and we kissed for ten minutes. I gently massaged
her nipples and tits and, at first I was only half hard but the feelings
were intense even then; but then I sort of lost control and started
thrusting at her and I was getting fully stiff.  I'm sure she was still
enjoying it, because she was moaning as if she was having an orgasm while I
was feeling her tits."

"She was in fucking orgasm, Mate, with that knob into her, and your hands
all over her tits!" Peter added.

"Yes, your right: never thought of that," Gleb replied, unfastening his
belt and releasing his trousers, as he could feel some pre-cum rising and
didn't want to stain the beautiful cloth.

"Anyway she suddenly slapped my face and went out with her friends," he
finished.

"That's because she had had her orgasm and finished herself, and, like you
after your orgasm, felt guilty," Peter replied.  "They are always like
that.  You have a lot to learn about fucking girls. They are for anything
till they have it and then have regrets.  She'll be up for it again
tomorrow, so make sure you fuck her before she has her moment!"

"Rather like me, then" Gleb added, thoughtfully.  "I'll be repenting today
for a whole week next!  So, if you want the story, here it is:"

Gleb then described what had happened on the way out of the disco and his
encounter with Vanya.

"Did you wank it with him?" Pasha asked, wondering why the boy was still so
hard.

"Well, we did but he spunked up quickly and lost interest.  I wasn't even
nearly there, even though he was fingering my knob," he replied. "You can
see what a condition he left me in just now!"

"Vanya is just like that: -- a quick spunker," Peter advised, getting up
from his place beside Pasha on the bed and going over to Gleb and making a
grab for the boy's balls.  Gleb's trousers were now fully open and his
erection was straining at the red material of his pants.

"Fucking, bastard, blue boy!" Gleb shot back, in the height of sexual
excitement, standing up and carefully taking off his white trousers. He was
now just in his trunks which, like the ones Pasha wore, designed to give
support to boys with ample equipment.  They gave support to the ample
balls, preventing them from sagging.  Pasha, on the other hand, preferred
trunks that kept his balls snugly to his right leg.  Although Pasha's balls
were huge, his penis, when soft was normal size, causing few problems by
being too prominent, and when he was naked and soft almost hidden by his
thick bush.


"Fucking hell, Gleb!"  he said. "You have grown in the past weeks.  You're
bigger than I am!" Pasha remarked, pulling down his own shorts to reveal
his bush and balls, as he watched Peter pull down the pants to reveal the
boy's impressive member. "See, Peter, he's still as smooth as the day he
was born!"  It was true, but puberty had been pouring hormones into Gleb's
balls and penis in the past weeks.  Not only were they low-hanging, but
they were shapely like huge pears. The delicate and white sac, containing
the two balls, one of which was more prominent that the other, was almost
transparent, showing clearly the two balls through the skin.  But it was
the long, shapely and exciting penis, which was equally impressive, not
quite fully erect, and still being weighed down by the fat knob, the slit
of which seemed to be pulsating slightly as some juice flowed out. When
soft, the foreskin almost covered the head entirely, but recently the
increased size of the knob had caused the skin to stretch and slightly
expose the slit.  Remember, guys, that only some weeks before, Gleb had
never had the skin fully back, but now it went back with ease. and the
menacing helmet was swollen to adult proportions.  Even though he was
erect, the head was still weighing down the penis, bending it.  Only when
fully hard would the penis rise up against his stomach in a way which made
it look almost glued into that position!

"Come here!" Peter commanded, and Gleb obeyed as the boy pulled him close
and pressed his erection against the boy's arse, and taking his knob into
his fist and then rubbing it with his palm.  Gleb, feeling the pressure
against his bottom and the sensations caused by the massaging of his knob,
started moaning, and then, forgetting his reservations, obediently lay on
the bed and raised his legs, exposing his buttocks.  As soon as Peter
introduced his hot member, Gleb's penis became fully erect, the shaft and
knob swelling further and the sac was drawn up into a ball shape.  The
penis, now able to support the weight of the knob, slapped hard against
Gleb's stomach. Pasha had difficulty in actually prising it down, as he, in
turn, began to finger the knob.  "I'm not fucking blue, you know," Gleb
protested mildly, as Peter had his way with him, thrusting his slim but
fully erect penis into Gleb's arse.  Gleb could feel the boy's sparse pubes
rubbing up against his delicate and bulbous buttocks. His long legs, still
smooth and strong were moved round to grip his friend tightly


"Wank my fucking knob, Pashka, and my tits," Gleb commanded as he began to
come to a height of ecstasy.  As to oblige, Pasha pulled the skin back
right over the knob, and then fully back again, exposing the head and
concentrated his ministrations on that sensitive area.


Both Peter and Gleb were now sweating under their exertions and Pasha, who
was himself at the height of erection, and close to spunking, continued his
wanking, lubrication now flowing from Gleb''s member.  His beautiful white
toes were now tightened and his back was arched as he felt himself close to
a huge orgasmic eruption.  His smooth face, never touched by a razor and
without a single pubertal hair, was red with passion. His close-cropped
hair was wet with moisture. His language because very vulgar as he lost all
control of his emotions.  Peter, who was no stranger to this activity, and
the oldest of the three, despite his youthful appearance, was doing his
best to bring Gleb to orgasm.  But, as we have said, the boy is was a slow
spunker, and Pasha a fast one, so Pasha finished first, his spunk gushing
out in a torrent.


"Don't stop wanking, Pashka," Gleb commanded, as he was nearly 80% to
orgasm. But Pasha was exhausted and Peter knew he had to bring the boy to
climax now without the help of Pasha, so he steadied himself and kept
thrusting deep into Gleb's bottom and also wanking the boy's member.  .
"Keep going, you cunt: the spunk's rising," Gleb commanded as his balls at
last started their final reaction, so long awaited.  His huge knob was now
glittering with pre-cum, copiously produced in readiness for the eruption
of the volcano. Several weeks of pent up and repressed emissions were ready
to flow from the boy's balls. The skin was right back and his penis at the
height of erection, huge even on his tall, slim, body.  The fact that he
was completely smooth added tension and excitement to the session, coupled
with the fact that this holy boy so very rarely succumbed to his desires.
His hands were now holding hard the edges of the bed, his toes as tight as
possible they could get, and his back was arched waiting for the final
moment.


At last it came: Peter, so skilfully, had arranged their orgasms to come at
exactly the same moment.  He had never had a willing partner like Gleb. His
time with Pasha was nothing to this.  Just as his spunk was blasting, our
beautiful choirboy erupted in the most intense orgasm of his life.  His
first blast of spunk was so strong that it hit Pasha in the face, and the
second, almost shot over his head. Over the past weeks, his ejaculation had
turned from the immature and watery spunk of a young choirboy to the thick
and creamy cum of a mature boy soloist on the brink of developing a bush!
Several more eruptions followed, Gleb still writhing in ecstasy.  Suddenly
all was calm and the three boys quiet in each other's arms.

"Oh, what have we done? "  Gleb said at last to Pasha, when the three boys
had recovered.

"Not sure," but it was classic," the others agreed.

"Ok, but come now, Pasha, let's go to our room and we can light some
candles."

"Can I come too," Peter asked, is a strange twist of psychology.

"Yes, of course: God loves us all and it is the day of the Angel Gabriel,
so we will ask for his help.  But you must be genuine, Peter.  Come on,
guys, get dressed," the boy commanded, regaining is usual composure and
demeanour of presence.