Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2017 01:32:55 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Dima's Choirboys 21

This story contains scenes of a mild sexual nature and if you are not
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James arrived the following morning.  He'd been in England some weeks
finalizing his divorce.  Of course, all the boys were thrilled to see him,
especially Gleb, Kirill, Sasha, and Gena. Practically all the choirboys in
the school had a secret crush on him, and, as you know from the separate
story "Gleb's Big Knob," Gleb and James had kept in touch by Skype during
the early summer.  Gena and the others would have loved to also, but their
English was very bad and they wouldn't have been able to communicate.  But
when you meet together you don't need to communicate with words, just
deeds!

Hey, Gleb, my cute ears," James greeted, hugging his friend to him, and
holding him by his sexy ears and then stroking the short hairs at the back
of his neck.  "Wow, how you have grown in three months," he wondered, not
just thinking about his increase in stature. He felt sure he felt something
pressing against his groin as they embraced.  Actually, Gleb was not hard,
but controlled - it was just the fact that his knob was quite prominent in
the jeans he was wearing and he was, at the moment, very resolved in his
holy ways!

"Hey, Gena, Sasha!" he also greeted.  "And who is this?" he asked, turning
to Oleg.

"This is our new soloist Oleg," Gleb introduced, as both boys, in turn,
greeted their English friend.

James was blown over by the sight of the boys.  First, by his sexy friend
Gleb.  But -- Fucking Puberty -- his penis stirred at the sight of the
athletic Oleg and the young Gena, who was sporting his noticeable growth of
facial hair in the form of his incipient tash and few strands of facial
hair on his chin and cheek, not to mention his hairy legs.

"You missed our beautiful singing last night," Gena said and Gleb
interpreted. "But I will sing for you tonight," he added.

"Yes, you missed a lot," but come with us now and find Pasha and the
others," Gleb added, as they went to the living corpus to show James his
room which was on the same corridor as the boys.



 As we know from the story "Russian Choirboy Pubes", James had been a
choirmaster and teacher in England, but after his marriage divorce, he had
been left alone, his wife taking charge of their son, who had been 12 when
James had first brought him to the choir camp three years ago.  He had
returned to visit the new choir school and had now accepted a full time
position teaching English in the school.  He had already made great
friends, especially Gleb, Sasha, Kirill and Gena, and had been accepted
into their intimate collective circle.  He had also renewed his friendship
with Pasha, whom he had first encountered on the previous camp.

They found Pasha in the room of the little boys.

"Hey, guys, meet our great friend James: he's going to teach us all
English," Pasha told them as he got up off Misha's bed, where they had all
been sitting talking, and ran to greet his friend.

"Pasha, my Pashka," James said, trying to speak some Russian as he hugged
his old friend.  "I hear your voice had gone now!"

"Yes, it is sad, but I have some contralto range developing, so I hope to
use that.  My bass voice is terrible and shouldn't' use it, not yet for
some years, I think," Pasha replied.

"You're all still singing well?"  he asked the others.

"Yes, but Kirill fears his voice will go in some months," Gleb replied in
his still silky, unhardened voice.  "So, we are being trained to take his
place.  We still have little Dima, of course, as visiting soloist; he never
seems to change!  And do you see that Kirill has shaved his tash so that he
looks more like a baby-faced boy soprano," he added.

"Let's see your room, James," Kirill added, now speaking in quite a deep
baritone for his 14 years. "Is it near?"

"Yes, it is just across here", James replied, leading the boys to it.  He
had not realised that he was sharing with Little Dima, who had also
recently arrived.  He couldn't imagine being allowed in England to share a
room with an attractive 16 year old boy!

So, the day passed very easily, the boys having a good practice in which
they were proud to show off their voices to James and to prove they were
better than any English choirboys.  Even Kirill's voice was as good as ever
and Little Dima proudly showing his friends that even at 16 he was the best
soprano voice.  Dimitry, the choirmaster and director had let Kirill
accompany the practice because he had some urgent tasks and administrative
moments with the camp director, and the boy had been proud to show his
skills.

"There's no need to show off," Gleb whispered to his best friend; "Just
play the notes written", he joked, as Kirill added some ornamentation to
the written accompaniments to Little Dima's solo. "We all know you can
play!"

"So, boys; when will be the next concert?" James asked.  The boys told him
they had some important concerts right at the beginning of the new school
year in September, and some broadcasts.

"But we will sing in the camp, of course," Gena added. "Tomorrow at the
evening concert we shall sing for the other camps around here, so it will
be great.  I have a big solo!!" he said proudly.

"Don't be too proud, or you will fuck yourself," Kirill joked to his
friend, punching him in the chest.

"Don't worry, my dick is not long enough for that: unlike yours!" he shot
back, smiling.

After the practice, the boys went to the dining room where, after lunch,
they were told of the afternoon activities.  After the rest hour there
would be swimming at the beach .  James returned to his room where he
managed to talk to Dima, whose English was much improved now.  They were
soon joined by Kirill and Gleb who had even better English.

"So, can we come and sit with you, James?" they asked, coming in and
sitting down on Dima's bed.  Soon they were all catching up on all the
news.  James told them that he was taking an intensive course in Russian in
the afternoons and wouldn't be able to join them for swimming.

"So, guys, we are going to be James's extra Russian teachers," Gleb
announced.  "We will check your home tasks every evening, and Gena will
teach you all the bad words," he added.

James agreed to join the boys as soon as he had finished his afternoon
Russian lesson, which was due to start in an hour.  They spent the next 30
minutes discussing the summer's activities and plans for the future, and
then the boys left to go to their rooms to change, leaving James alone with
Little Dima.

"Will you swim, Dima?"  James asked, looking at the handsome boy, who was
even now taking off his shorts to put on his swimming trunks.

"Of course," he replied, lowering his pants to reveal his pubertal
development.  The last time we had seen Dima a few months ago he had been
completely smooth, and even now, at 16 years, he was just beginning to show
a small growth of pubic hair at the base of his penis and on his balls,
which were heavy and hanging and the head of the penis slightly exposed.
Small hairs were sprouting from his scrotum, which excited James very
much. He remembered that it had been at the camp two years ago that the boy
had first had sex with a girl, and he did not doubt that he had been active
ever since.  Dima smiled at James as he pulled on his blue trunks and then
replaced his shorts.  Just then, the other boys returned, with towels
draped around their shoulders.

"Come on, Dimka," Kirill called: "Let's go;" and with that the boys said
goodbye to James and made their way to the beach.  The only boy who had not
been with them was Gena, so James crossed the corridor to see if he was
still in his room, and, to be sure he was, just getting changed.  He was
sitting on his bed still wearing his smooth blue shorts and football shirt,
his legs slightly apart.

"Hey, Gena!"  James joked.  "Not ready yet?"  The boy stood up.  He was
quite tall now but still of boyish height, his thick black curly hair
adorning his face.  The two looked at each other for some moments without
speaking further; James's eyes running up and down the boy's body, admiring
his strong, hairy legs, pubescent face complete will incipient tash, which
was now quite thick at the edges.  His side burns were smooth cut where he
had had a haircut and shaved by the razor, but James could see signs of
facial growth on the almost 12-year-old's still soft face and strong
features. He ran his hands over his curly-cropped black hair and then
through his tash, which had obviously never been shaved..

"You go swim?" Gena asked, smoothing down his hair, and taking off his
shirt, giving James a show of the dark hairs in his pits and revealing his
strong chest, which was still quite smooth, athletic, and defined.  The
nipples were strong and prominent.  James drew the boy towards him, rubbing
his hands over the chest, and then turning him round to admire the ample
buttocks.  James was very attracted to boys in puberty, especially when
they were young.  He hadn't seen Gena naked since he had started his pubes
a few months ago, and he was amazed at the development in the few months
intervening.  One of the great things about Gena (and indeed Gleb) was the
ample, rounded, buttocks which really showed tightly in uniform trousers
and attracted more than a few roaming hands!  James rubbed the buttocks
gently, feeling the material of his pants through the silky shorts and
exploring the space between the buttocks!  He was wearing close-fitting
black cotton pants of the type favoured by Russian boys of ample
proportions, giving maximum support to the balls and penis.  James moved
his hand round and gently felt the balls through the material.  Soon
James's hands were all over the bulbous buttocks and then slipping between
the pants and the pubic region, fingering the base of the penis, which was
now quite hard.

"Fucking, hell!  What a bush!" James exclaimed, pulling gently on the thick
curly hairs at the base of the penis and beyond.  Gena didn't understand
but was getting quite aroused.

"Wank my fucking knob," he whispered in Russian, slipping off his shorts
and pants in one movement, and standing proudly before James, who couldn't
believe the thickness of the bush on a boy not quite 12 years!  His ample
balls were now almost completely covered by the growth, which had spread
thickly across his pubic region.

"Fucking Puberty!" James exclaimed, remembering the last time he had wanked
the boy.  As we know, Gena had a secret crush on the man and often wanked
thinking about his still hot body.  He had enjoyed his first time with a
girl the other night and that had given him intense pleasure thrusting his
hard penis into her cunt, and he craved for more and more of the same every
day; but James was different, and he longed to feel the man against him.
His penis rose strongly to stiff attention, the skin slipping back
invitingly.

James gently fingered the knob and slid the skin fully back over the shaft
of the penis, which was not over long but of ample girth.  The knob was
soon exposed of very elegant shape: not huge like Gleb or Oleg's but
sensitive and white, inviting extreme stimulation, which James was glad to
give.

Gene started swearing softly in Russian and, at the same time, removing
James's trousers and pants.  It was a little comic to see how they managed
it, but they did and soon James's member was displayed proudly.  He
couldn't help but to turn Gena round and place his member directly between
the soft buttocks, whilst taking hold of the erect shaft.

"Fucking, bastard gay cunt!" Gena moaned in Russian, pressing his arse
strongly into James as he enjoyed his friend's ministrations on his penis.

"Wank the knob," he insisted.  But James didn't understand, so he roughly
pushed James' hand onto the soft, sensitive head and indicated what to do.

Soon, James got into a better position on the bed to enter the boy more
effectively, which he did surprisingly easily, leading him to believe that
he was no novice to this activity!  Soon Gena could feel the man's pubes
brushing against his buttocks and his hard penis deep inside him, hitting a
certain spot.

The boy, all the time, was moaning and swearing, sometimes in his new
baritone voice, but most times in his old soprano speaking voice.  This
excited James very much.  He could see some moisture issuing from the boy's
penis and assumed that he was close to fully spunking.

" I love your fucking tash," he said, coming close to his own orgasm.

"Faster, faster," Gena moaned, which James understood and increased his
ministrations on the boy's penis, which was now at the height of erection
and very hot.  The boy was enjoying this much more than the fucking of his
girl after the disco.  He wasn't gay or blue, of course, but he loved a
good wanking from his friends and who better than his great hero James.
He'd only allowed his friend Kirill to fuck him before now, but, to be
honest, James penis was not as difficult to take as Kirill's, who had a
very long, fat, member which had hurt him the first time!

James had had little experience of this before, except with his friend
Gleb, and was soon at the point of spunking.  Gena was not a slow spunker
(unlike Gleb) but James understood this and had controlled his
ministrations, bringing him to the brink several times and then holding
off.  This excited Gena very much and when, at last, he was ready, a huge
orgasmic explosion took over his whole body.  When he had fucked his girl,
it had been rather quick and exciting, but soon over without much spunk,
and little to remember, except for the lingering worry that the condom
might not have been effective!  And Gena's sperm was certainly very active
and could easily have fertilised a ripe girl!  So he was very happy and
excited when his orgasm came at last at the hand of James and without any
worries.  The first blast was very strong, which rather surprised James, as
he remembered the extreme youth of his friend.  Three others followed, and
then James ran his hand through the thick, white, spunk, which was much
more mature than Gleb had produced in the early summer.  Gena's orgasm
prompted his own and he fired right into the boy, giving him intense
pleasure.  He then turned the boy to lie on top of him and they lay there
for some minutes before Gena got up.

"Better go swim now", he said, as if they had just finished playing cards!
He pulled on his swimming trunks, wiped the spunk with his towel and smiled
at his friend!  "I'll sing best song for you tonight," he added, much to
James's joy.

With that, James got ready to study Russian, but his mind was not entirely
on the lesson, to be sure!