Date: Wed, 04 Jan 2017 01:25:16 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Dima's Choirboys ? Chapter 20

Dima's Choirboys -- Chapter 20

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 Meanwhile, what had happened to the other boys during the disco?  We
already know about Gleb's experiences and those of Pasha and Peter, his
Kadet friend, but there was a lot more action on the night of the disco
than we (or their unsuspecting parents)imagined at the time.

 First of all, what had happened to Kirill?  He had had some bad emotions
because he was jealous of his best friend's friendship with Peter.  He had
been going to speak to Gleb about it, but, as we know, Gleb was
pre-occupied with thoughts about the disco, so he went to see the young
kids who were playing together and having a quiet "candle ceremony" before
bed. This is the special time in camps where everyone can express his
emotions about the day.  He arrived and sat in the darkened room (with just
a candle for a light) with the little ones and Misha, the deputy director,
as they talked about their day and expressed their delight at the evening
concert.  Without exception they all then said that Pasha was a great
leader and friends to them, and Yarik and Roma kept asking where he was.

 "He'll come soon, little ones," Misha said.  "He is at the disco.  Won't
you go, Kiril?" he added.



"Yes, I will, if you don't mind.  But thanks for letting me join your
ceremony.  I'll tell Pasha to come soon, little ones, and he will tuck you
into your beds."

 With that, Kirill left the darkened room and went into the deserted
corridor.  It was all quiet because all were at the disco.  Late supper
would be in an hour, so he decided to go down and have a walk round to see
what he could find.

 "Why did Pasha have to take up with that rough Kadet from the village?
Aren't I good enough for him?  Doesn't my friend love me any more?"  he
asked himself in dispair, as he approached the corpus where the disco was
being held.  The loud music was beating and almost rocking the very ground
on which the boy stood.

 As he approached the veranda, he saw two shadowy figures in a passionate
embrace.

 "It's that cunt Igor with his girl," Kiril thought, walking very
carefully, so as not to be heard.  It was a dark night, with no moon, so he
was confident in his actions as he approached closer. He managed to creep
round the back of the building and then approach the veranda, gaining a
good view of the two figures silhouetted in the light, cast from the
flashing lights of the disco through the window.

 Igor had been dancing at the concert with a group of his friends and was
still dressed in his sleek black trousers. "Fucking hell!" Kirill thought,
as he watched the boy rubbing his penis, which was straining against the
material of his trousers, against girl's cunt while she was assisting his
natural movements by gripping both buttocks with her hands. His own member
was beginning to swell within the confine of his shorts.

  "What a fucking slag!" he Kirill to himself as he watched the girl lead
Igor off down the steps and into the cool of the forest.

 Just then, he heard a noise of a stick breaking behind him and found
himself suddenly gripped round the waist with one hand and his erection
felt with the other.  He jumped violently.

 "Made you jump, you cunt, didn't I?" the voice whispered.  Kirill relaxed
as he recognised the silky voice of his friend Oleg and felt the boy's fat
knob pressing into his arse.

 "I'd know that knob anywhere," he replied. There's only one bigger than
yours on this camp, and Gleb would be too polite to do that."



Oleg was a little smaller than Kirill and had had to stand on his toes to
reach the desired spot between Kirill's buttocks.

 "Hey, get off my knob; I don't want to spunk these pants," he went on, but
at the same time pressing his arse hard onto Oleg's erection.  He then
turned to face his smiling friend who told him that he had just come from
the disco.

 "So what action in there?" he asked.

 "Not a lot, mate; just stupid dancing and you can't see much," Oleg
replied.

 "Where's your friend Gena? You're always together," Kirill asked.

 "Igor fixed him up with a girl.  I left them together just now.  Gleb's
also in there with three girls: don't think he knows which to choose," he
laughed.  "Let's go and look!"

 So, the two boys made their way round to the steps of the building and
then were soon on the veranda, The music was getting very wild and the
lights were flashing and there was also white smoke generated by a machine.
Around thirty people were there, mainly from the artistic camp and the
Kadets. But it was difficult to tell who was whom because of the lighting
and the fact that the kadets were in home clothes.

 "Hey, that's Gleb over in the corner with that girl with the nipples we
saw at the football game," Oleg said. "Fucking hell, he's really got it up
against her; and look at her hands on his arse.  [This was, of course, in
the ten minutes before Gleb had got carried away and received a slap in the
face.]

 "Don't you want to try to get your knob up against a cunt," Krill replied.

 "They're all slags. But wouldn't mind getting it up against Gleb," he
confided to his friend.

 "Who wouldn't -- it's a rare occasion when he gets like this.  Fucking
hell, I remember the first time I got the skin back on him!  I'd never seen
such a big knob until I saw yours," he joked

 "Yes, I remember you told me, Come on, let's find Gena!"



So, what had happened to Gena? Well, at that precise moment he was with his
girl, having just taken her to the secluded and deserted outside building
(which had once been a classroom in Soviet Pioneer days).  He'd been fixed
up with her by Igor; she wasn't very pretty, and -- to be honest -- he was
beginning to wish he was with his friends.  But his penis drove him on.  It
was already erect before he had even got to dance with her.  She was an
eager girl, obviously experienced in seducing innocent choirboys, and he
didn't have to give her much encouragement.  She was soon pulling him close
to her and gripping his rounded buttocks, tightly outlined in his trousers.

 As we know, Gena is an advanced boy for nearly 12 years old and he has
matured greatly in the past six months. He had lied about his age and said
he was fourteen, and he could have pass for a childish fourteen. He tried
to talk to the girl in his new baritone voice, but, try as he might, all
came out in soprano, especially when he felt the girl fingering his
hardened knob.

 "Let's go outside: I know a place and I have condom!" he suggested.



"You're so fucking cute, and I loved your singing," she replied, not
releasing her grip on his balls! "You don't think it stupid I sing as a boy
soprano?" he asked.

 "Gena, no: it's so sexy for me and all the girls to hear you boys and to
think of the hairy balls on you older guys when you sing the high notes.
Your choirmaster must have been quite blue to pick you all."

 "No, he's not `blue'; he's really great, and without him we would be
nothing," Gena replied loyally and a little testily at the implied
criticism of Dimitry. "And not all the guys have pubes like I do."

 "Shut up; I was only joking," she replied, as Gena lead her out and
towards the secluded building Igor had arranged for them. Soon he was
having his way with her.  It was at that moment that Kirill and Oleg crept
up and were able to look in the window of the deserted wooden building.
All they managed to see was Gena's bare arse between the open legs of his
girl.  He was obviously giving her much satisfaction because she was
moaning loudly as Gena came to his climax and shot his spunk into her.



"So, that's Gena satisfied," Oleg said, as the two walked off.  "What now?"

 "Well, you know when we all spunked up together in the shower the other,
and all the guys said your knob was bigger than Gleb's; I wonder if it
really is."

 Oleg, being a new boy had never seen Gleb naked because had been absent
from the shower room when they had all washed together

 "Bet he's bigger -- you can see it in his pants.  Must have grown since
you last wanked it," joked Oleg. "Come on, we only have half an hour before
second supper.  Let's go down to the river where there is the little boat
Pasha was talking about.  You look cute without that tash you have been
growing," he added.

 "Fuck off, and let's go; you can't even grow any hair yet not like my
fucking bush," Kirill shot back as they made their way down to the secluded
boat.



The boys were discussing the choir:

"You know, Oleg; you have to be committed.  Dima will need you as a soloist
next year when my voice fails.  I hope I will be able to stay on in the
school because of my accompanist skills.  But you and Gleb will have a long
way to go: neither of you have pubes yet!" Kirill said, rather
philosophically. "And you do have a beautiful voice: better than any woman
soprano! And just like Artem and Dima, but you don't remember Artem -- he
had the voice of an angel."

 "Yes, I heard him; and why do you think I joined this choir?  Not because
I needed to feel your dick, although that is a bonus, to be sure! And,
by-the-way, I have never seen a longer dick than yours: have you been
stretching it?" he laughed as they climbed the ladder into the darkened
boat. "Hey, that's my arse you're feeling," he said, as he led the way up
the latter.

 "You're a fucking cunt, but I like you," Kirill replied, as they entered
the small cabin. "And what about that knob of yours?  Can I suck it?" he
added, mischievously feeling the front of Oleg's trousers.

 "You don't want to kiss, do you?" Oleg asked. "I don't like it and only
gay boys do that," Oleg replied.

 "Not if you don't want, but you might like it," Kirill teased, as he
gently started to release the fastening of Oleg's trousers.  He had already
taken the boy's shirt off, revealing a chest of the most sexy and exciting
proportions.

 "Fuck, you are like a boxer," Kirill whispered, running his hands all over
the taught skin and muscled body.  There was no fat at all, just lean and
well-built muscle.  He felt the hardened nipples and then moved his hands
down to the waist, and the same time as Oleg slid down his own shorts.
Soon, they were both fully exposed.



As we know, Oleg was a fine-looking boy, not tall for his 12 Years.  His
large bulbous balls were drawn up by his fine erection, the shaft of the
penis was of ample girth and length featuring a very impressive knob of
wider girth than the shaft, causing the skin to stretch and very easily
slip back to reveal the tip of the helmet.  His pubic area and balls were
quite devoid of even a single hair.  He was perhaps in the same stage of
puberty that Gleb had been in the last time Kirill had seen him and he had
yet to experience a rapid growth in his balls, which were impressive but
not as big or as hanging as Gleb's; however the knob certainly was one to
rival that of Gleb.

 "Fucking hell, what a bush," Oleg said as he ran his hand round Kirill's
pubic region and onto his balls, which he lifted in his palm. As we know,
Kirill's member becomes very long when erect, and it was now flat against
his stomach, drawing up the hairy balls.

 There was a small chair in the cabin and Kirill sat on it, drawing his
friend close to him to examine his penis carefully.  The foreskin was quite
elegant in shape, coming to a point so as to fully protect the head.
Kirill gently fingered the knob through the skin. Then he gently began to
pull back the skin and was surprised at how easily it slipped back, and out
popped the knob fully exposed, the skin right back.  Oleg began to take
short gasps as he felt his knob between Kirill's fingers.

 "Wank me fast," he called out. "But stop when I tell you."

 "What a knob" Kirill exclaimed, as he tried to examine the member at the
same time as Oleg was wanking his own!  He sat down on the chair again and
gently took the helmet into his mouth.  It was nowhere as nearly as
sensitive as Gleb's, but equally as inviting.  He ran his tongue around and
began to suck hard.

 "Wait, you cunt, I don't want to supnk yet: let me suck you a little,"
Oleg commanded, and with that, Kirill released the erection from his mouth
and it slapped hard against the boy's stomach at the height of erection..

 "Nice pre-cum, Mate!" Kirill complimented as they swapped places and O led
gently took Kirill's long and erect member and withdrew the skin.  His knob
was not big when exposed but certainly very tasty.

 "What a bush!"  Oleg said, before taking the knob into his mouth and
beginning to suck.

 "Thickest bush in the choir and the longest dick," Kirill boasted;
"although Gena is catching up.  Oleg, I want to fuck you!"



Oleg refused, saying he wasn't gay, even though Kiill told him Gleb had let
James do the same.

 "Come on, suck me off now: I'm almost spunking," Oleg replied."And wank my
nipples while you are doing it," he added. So they changed places again,
with Kirill on the chair.

 Oleg, who was new to the game, was experiencing extreme sensations as the
spunk was building up.

 "Oh my fuck; sure you want to swallow this?" he asked.  Kirill left off
wanking the nipples and placed left hands on Oleg's soft bottom, and his
right on the bulbous balls.  Both boys began to breath very hastily as Oleg
managed to reach down and wank Kirill wildly.  Suddenly Oleg's member
erupted so violently that Kirill had to release the member from his mouth,
the second and third shot landing on Kirill's chest.

 "What the fuck: you're as strong as Gleb," he said, coming to his own
ejaculation.

 "You're not bad yourself," Oleg replied.  "Come on'; we had better get to
second supper and hear all the news.


Ivan Ivanocich