Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 13:21:46 +0400
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Dima's Choirboys – Chapter 2  -  New Boys and a Banya

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Boys appearing in this chapter:

Pasha 14 year old soloist, Artem 15 year old soloist, Little Dima 15 year
old soloist (check previous chapter to read of their development).  New
boys: Tolya (10), Sasha (12) – brothers; Peter (12) and his cousin
Victor (12), and their friend Kirill (12).

All the next week, Dima prepared for the reception of his new boys.  Pasha
and Artem would come over and help when the boys arrived.  Five members
would be from his old choir, and the rest from all over the district and
three even from far away.  Of these, two were brothers. Tolik (10) and
Sasha (12) who were from St Petersburg.  They would be arriving early and
Dima and Artem and Pasha went to meet them at the station.

"What is the number of the train, and which wagon are they in?" Pasha asked
as they entered the hall where a military pianist was playing on the grand
piano.

"It's train 27 and they are in Wagon 12," Dima replied, checking his
information.  "Look it is arriving now on platform 4."

The three rushed to the platform and reached the wagon just as the
provodnik was opening the door and wiping the hand rail so that no-one
would dirty his hands getting out of the train.

"Good day, Provodnik," Dima announced.  "I think you have two small boys
travelling alone in your wagon.

"Oh, yes, they are ready for you but have much baggage."

Many people had got off the train before it was possible for Dima and the
boys to get on to help.

Two small boys were struggling to get their bags out of the coupe.  The
elder was issuing instructions to his brother.

"Oh, good evening, Dimitry Petrovich, we are so glad to see you again.
Sorry, but my stupid brother broke his case and everything fell out just as
we arrived at the platform.

Dima greeted the two boys and introduced Pasha and Artem as two of his best
soloists.

"Do you have all your documents, boys?  Your passports and medical books?"

"Yes, of course, but we don't has passports yet because we are not
fourteen. But we have all the documents," the boys replied as they left the
train.

Soon the little group had gathered all together and were making their way
to the school where breakfast of tea, porridge, sausages and butter bread
was waiting for them in Dima's apartment.

"Well, what are you going to write on your list about our new friends,?"
Artem joked to Pasha when they had a few minutes alone after breakfast,
sitting in Dima's room waiting for their friend to return with some more
new boys.

"Well, Tolik, of course is certainly still smooth and not even spunking
yet," Pasha replied.  But as for his brother, what do you think?"

"Spunking, certainly, but hard to tell about the pubes situation. I would
say he is smooth and just beginning to develop. He certainly has a nice
bottom, even though it isn´t shown off to its best advantage in those
jeans.

"I thought you weren't interested in boys' bottoms any more, dear Artem,"
Pasha joked.

"I'm not, I just am looking at it from your point of view, and also Little
Dima, who is still interested in anything!" Artem replied, slapping Pasha's
full bottom soundly.

"Fuck off, Artem, you wanker!" Pasha laughed. "Your voice deserves to break
tomorrow, which would leave me and Dima as the best soloists."

(We must remind our readers that there are so many bad words in Russian
that we cannot possibly translate them, and it is only possible for me to
think of one or two in English.  This is why our boys seem to be obsessed
with `fuck' and `wanker'.)

Now, as if by magic, at the mention of his name, Little Dima suddenly
appeared out of breath and greeted his friends.

"Hey, Guys, I thought I couldn't miss seeing the new boys arrive.  My
mother says I can stay the night if Dima allows it as long as I get up in
time to go to fucking school tomorrow."

"Did you think we would need you, Dimka, or have you just come to size up
the new boys?  What happened to that girl of yours you boasted you were
fucking every day.  Has she dumped you?" Pasha joked as Dima took off his
hat coat and hung it on the hooks.

"Can't you guess!" Dima replied,, smoothing down the front of his trousers.
"I've just been with her. I was at the bus stop with her hoping her bus
would be late, but it came too soon. I'd just got to rubbing my fucking
dick against her cunt and was squeezing her nipples when it came, so I am
still a bit hard and need to wank soon. So what about these new boys,
Pashka.  Any interesting ones?

Artem and Pasha were just about to report on the likely condition of the
two new boys when Dima joined them with Tolic, Sasha and three other new
boys who had just arrived.  He introduced them to Artem, Dima and Pasha.

"Please to welcome Peter, Victor, and Kiril.  They have had considerable
experience in a choir and I was very glad to select them at the auditions
because they have very promising voices and had an excellent teacher."

"Fucking puberty!" thought Pasha as he took in the sight of the gorgeous
Kirill, and he shot a knowing look at Little Dima who was not unimpressed
himself. The three new boys looked quite distinguished and well-dressed.
Neither Pasha nor Dima seemed able to speak, so Artem jumped in and took
control of the situation.

"Hi, guys.  Welcome to our choir and here are two of my stupid best friends
who are so pleased to meet you that they cannot speak!  – Pavel and
Dimitry."  The three boys seemed confident and greeted the boys warmly and
formally, informing Artem that they had heard about them and had even seen
them on the television.

"Well, boys," Dima, their choirmaster, said.  "As you can imagine Peter and
Victor are brothers and Kiril is their friend.  After seeing us sing at the
Olympiad they dreamed of joining us and now that we have a boarding school
it has been possible.  As just these five boys are arriving this evening, I
thought you would like to look after them and show them round. They will
all sleep in the same room and their beds have already been made up.
Artem, I know you can't stay tonight but Pasha and Dima, you are welcome to
sleep if you wish."

Dima further explained that he had to go to a meeting in the city but would
be back before eleven.  The guards were on the doors, so there would be no
problems.  With that he and Artem left the building leaving the boys
drinking tea in his room.

"So, guys, tell us about yourselves," Pasha asked as he was mentally
undressing the three stunning boys and wondering at the state of Kirill's
balls which were well to be observed bulging at the front of the boy's well
cut trousers..

Peter, tall and well built with a fine bone structure to his face told that
he was twelve years old and had sung in a choir since he was nine. His
brother (cousin) was also twelve.  Their friend, Kirill, was a swimmer and
had competed in some races for his city.  Kirill was wearing a suit of dark
blue trousers with a lighter stripe. His shirt and tie were attractive and
carefully chosen. He was not as tall as Peter but more muscular and his
chest well filled. All three boys had a light complexion and beautiful
brown hair.  Kirill's hair was slightly thicker and wavy, brushed into a
parting at the side and closely cut at the back. Victor's hair was longer
at the back and his general appearance a smaller version of his cousin.

"We saw you three guys singing on television, and it was great," Kirill
said to Pasha, as he helped him with his baggage.

"Well, Dima tells us you are very good singers, and you will be welcome,
because our choir will be mainly new and only one of our soloists (Little
Dima) can be sure of keeping his voice for a long time, even though he is
the eldest of us three. .  We all call him "Little" Dima, or Dimka, because
when our choir was formed two years ago, he was very small and our mascot,
even though he is now the oldest in the choir!"

Before they climed the stairs, Dima suggested dumping the luggage in the
corridor whilst they showed the boys the first floor (ground floor to our
Brtiish friends!)

They showed the boys the classrooms where they would have lessons, the
canteen where they would have meals every day from tomorrow when the cooks
arrived.

"We shall use the sports hall in the Cadet Corpus next door, " Artem
explained.  And here is our best part: our Music School.  You will have
lessons here with Dima in the mornings and at 2pm after school lessons
finish.  See the great grand piano, one of the best of Soviet
technology. On the weekends we shall be joined by students from the
Conservatory who will sing tenor and bass parts for our choir."

Artem explained that Dima, their choirmaster, did not approve of adolescent
boys trying to sing these parts, as it spoilt the ensemble. "Our boys sing
soprano in first and second parts as long as possible, and we have training
for this.  My grandfather sometimes helps with the training of new boys
because he was a great singer as a boy and learnt from teachers who had
been trained in old Imperial traditions, which traditions were continued in
Soviet times in the best Conservatories."

Kirill wandered over to the piano and touched it lightly. When he heard the
soft tone, he seemed engaged.

"Play something, Kirill," Pasha asked, upon which instruction the boy sat
and played very beautifully, and without notation, a Chopin Prelude.

"Oh it is very great," Dima said afterwards. Does Dima know you can play
like that?  If not, he will be delighted."

It appeared that Kirill had told Dima about his ability to play and that
after hearing him, Dima had in mind that even if the boy's voice did not
last until he was 15 he would keep him as an accompanist and was arranging
special lessons from the greatest teacher in the Conservatory.

 "So, this is our school," Pasha, added: "Well, your school, really,
because Dima, Artem and I will not study here.  But we will sing with the
choir as long as our voices last

So, now, Pasha, Dima, Tolik and Sasha helped the three boys with their
luggage up the stairs to the dormitory on the first floor and were shown
their beds. Tolik was told that he would sleep in the younger dormitory
from tomorrow, but he could sleep here tonight with his brother.  There
were fifteen beds in the room but they were new and comfortable and the
room light and airy with big windows looking out over the city. Each bed
had a little table. In the corridor there were shelves for cases and
clothes, a drying room and a nice room for sitting which had a television,
three computers, sofas and armchairs.  Off the corridor was a big games
room with tables and three more computers.

"It will be great living here," Sasha said, thinking it much better
conditions than he has seen in the cadet schools in his city where the beds
were pushed together and rather broken.  Pasha pointed out the big heating
pipes around the walls, noting that it would be very warm in winter because
the windows were well constructed and new. "In fact, I am sure you will
have to sleep with the windows open, it will be so warm," he added.

So, to the bathroom, which was a large room with hand basins in a row and
toilets leading off. The toilets were modern with places to sit and
actually doors, which is not common in Russian schools.

Next they went to explore the wash room where there was a place for the
showers in a big room leading off.

"We can wash here later, but put your washbags here now" added Dima, with a
hint of excitement in his voice which Pasha immediately recognised..  There
is a Banya in the basement but we cannot work it today because there is no
wood for the fire.

"Well, I have an idea!" Pasha replied. "You guys have had a long journey
and a Banya would be great.  I am sure I can bribe the guards to make the
fire for us.  They have nothing to do tonight except spoke and drink vodka,
so give me 100 rubles, Dimka and I will go."

The boys thought this was a great idea, so the new boys went to play Ping
Pong in the Games Room whilst Pasha and Dima went down to the office where
the guards were sitting.  At first they were too lazy and said they could
not make the fire, but after Pasha had given them 200 rubles (enough for
one bottle of Vodka) one of them went off to start the fire.

"You fucking blue scheming wanker, Pashka," Dima giggled. "You are
determined to size up the state of their balls even on first meeting.

"Fucking puberty, Dimka," did you see the fucking bulge in Kirill's pants?"
Pasha replied, running his hands over Dima's balls.

"Well, I did notice," but be careful you fucking gay boy. They may be very
reserved, and get your hand off me before I get hard!  You know I haven't
spunked today yet ."

"I'm not stupid, but I am sure they will be okay for some fun," Pasha
replied. "We can gently test them out later!"

"Ok, Pasha, I know you were making eyes at Kirill, so let's go back to the
dormitory quickly while the boys are still in the games room: I want to
check something," Dima added mysteriously as the two ran quietly back to
the first floor and into the room.

"Now, into the bathroom. Do you remember that the boys put their washbags
by their towels?  Which is Kirill's?"

"Fucking puberty! I know what you are looking for!  There, that is Kirill's
and that is Peter's; open them quickly."

Dima opened Kirill's bag and sure enough, he found what he had expected to
see.

"Fucking hell, the 12-year-old spunker is shaving!" Pasha cried out.

"Nothing in Peter's bag, but I thought so. It's likely Kirill might have a
fucking bush to rival yours. I know you like young boys with bushes:
remember your darling Jack and your trying to grow hair on your face last
year in camp to impress him?"

"Well, who could forget, and your screams when you were fucking your first
girl in the street at the disco!!  Which reminds me I didn't shave all this
week," Pasha replied, feeling the black growth on his upper lip and looking
in the mirror. "Fucking hell, my mother has been away and she'll be furious
if she sees me like this tomorrow when she returns."

"Well, if you want to know, I am sure Kirill couldn't take his eyes off
it," Dima added!!  "I think he is hot for you!"

At this they heard footsteps outside and realised that the boys were coming
back, and Kirill was the first to arrive.

"Hi guys. The guard says the banya is ready and we must go now."

Pasha told them to get their wahbags and towels. "We don't have our bags
but there are lots of towels in the drying room.

"It's okay, Pasha, you can use my soap and shampoo," Kirill added. "I have
lots!"

The other boys arrived to get their bags. Pasha told them to take off their
best clothes and hang them up so that they did not get crumpled in the
changing room downstairs. "It's okay, as we can go down in our pants
because only the guards are here now, and we may as well give them some
excitement to look at."  So they stripped to their pants and just draped
the towel around their shoulders, Pasha was wearing his usual tight-fitting
cotton trunks to give him more support and they were keeping his ample
balls close to his right thigh. Dima had on orange and black trunks which
were holding his equipment forward, the outline of his penis clearly
visible through the material. Peter had blue cotton briefs which were all
that seemed to be needed to hold his balls, which seemed to be rather small
for his size. Sasha and Kirill were standing with Dima and Pasha as they
undressed. Pasha was admiring Kirill's ample bottom as the boy stood
unfastening his belt and lowering his trousers to revel black briefs well
filled by a very ample bulge which certainly rivalled Pasha's . Sasha was
not far behind, although his bulge seemed to be smaller and the penis
shorter.

 Now, the boys put on their slippers and went down to the basement and
could feel the heat coming from the outer room of the Banya.

"Oh great!" Peter said.  "Let's go.

The outer room of the banya was the place for putting off clothes and soon
the boys were undressing. Dima was soon undressed, Pasha managing to remain
calm as he watched the others strip off their underpants.

Tollik 10 – was still very small and obviously not spunking. His balls
were not descended at all.

"Come on guys: take of your clothes and let's go. It's cold in here," Dima
commanded, pulling down his trunks to reveal his ample equipment, all the
more exciting because he s completely smooth.  For once, because of the
cold outer room, his penis was completely covered by the foreskin and his
balls drawn tight like two tennis balls, making his penis stand out.

Pasha was next, peeling down his trunks revealing his huge balls and
shapely thick penis amply covered by his black, curly pubic bush!  The
balls were drawn closer to his body than usual and seemed more shapely than
they did in their usual hanging state.

Peter then revealed his public development which was very minimal.  His
balls had just descended and could be clearly seen in the sac but his penis
was still small and the foreskin looked a little tight as if he had not
done much wanking. He was still completely smooth.

Only Sasha and Kirill remained. The two most promising and sexy boys in
Pasha's opinion. Kirill disappeared to the toilet for a moment, so Sasha
was the next to be revealed. He suddenly pulled down his pants as he
turned, and the first sight of him was from behind as he picked up his
slippers- A low ball-sac was dangling between his legs. When he turned it
was confirmed that he was in very early stages of puberty, although still
smooth like Dima! His penis was quite and shapely, the head just poking
from the foreskin indicating that he was wanking.  Pasha watched as the boy
absently scratched the base of his pubic area and pulled the skin over the
head.

Just then Kirill returned from the toilet minus his underpants, which were
in his hand.  He had had a bush at the base of his penis since he had
turned eleven and his balls and penis were very large and hung low. As he
walked towards the boys his penis swung from side to side and it was
noticed that the foreskin was retracted. Now his public bush was well
spread over the area but his balls were still completely smooth and
attractive, hanging like pears in an ample bag.

"Come on, Kirill," Pasha said, noticing that the boy was looking straight
at him. "We are waiting for you.  Let's go to the steam room. "Here guys,
put on your hats, and bring the soaked twigs, as we shall beat you
strongly.



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