Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 13:34:29 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Dima's Choirboys - 22

Dima's Choirboys - 22

A few days later, now towards the end of the camp, James was going to join
the boys on the beach but just as he was getting changed in his room with
Little Dima, Gleb appeared, wearing his light blue swimming trunk and a red
towel over his shoulders.

"Hey, Gleb, you're going to give all the girls a turn seeing you like
that," Dima said, in Russian, admiring the well-filled speedo trunks.  As
you know, the nearly-14-year-old had one testicle larger than the other, or
so it seemed, because it always showed rounded like a ball in the sac.
This was visible in the material on the right side and the knob very
prominent below.  Fortunately his mother had bought him new trunks just
before the camp, and they were tied securely with the white cord, which was
in a neat bow, the ends tucked into the waist-band.  The material was
strong but quite thin, and his rounded buttocks were also prominent and
inviting.  It was true: all Gleb's hormones seemed to be channelled into
one object at the moment.

"Give it a rest, Dimka; you're not bad yourself!" Gleb replied, in his
soft, silky and unhardened voice, blushing slightly, as he often did when
embarrassed. He'd been so busy with his solos for the concerts he had to
prepare for September that he had not had much time to talk with James
alone and he now wanted the opportunity talk with him and to hear his news.
Dima realised they wanted to be alone and got up to go.

"See you later, guys.  Come when you have finished talking," he added in
Russian.

 Misha, the deputy director, had gone ahead to the beach with Pasha and the
smaller boys, leaving the others to follow, and Dima rushed off to catch
up.  It was very hot and they were all wearing hats and had their shorts
over their swimming trunks.  The boys from the Kadet camp had gone home,
and there were just few remaining from the artistic camp.  Igor was one, so
he was keen to team up with our boys, and as Misha had asked the artistic
camp to the beach, Igor was able to meet up and to swap some stories.

"Hey, where's your friend Gleb?" he asked.  The others looked round but
could not see him.

"Probably talking with James," Ilya replied.  "Look, here's Dima," turning
to the boy who had just caught them up.

"More like wanking it after the session he had with that girl you found
him, Igor," Oleg replied, smiling at Kirill, who had also witnessed the
incident.  Dima, hearing the remark, kept quiet. Being the eldest, he did
not entirely trust Igor, not knowing him, and because he was from a
different camp.

"Yeah, not a bad night!" Igor replied.  There's two really hot girls
arrived today -- friends of our director; they should be at the beach," he
added.  "Take your pick and I'll fix you up for tonight."

"What about you, Igor?  How did you make out with your girl at the disco?
Did you spunk it before you managed to fuck her?"  Oleg asked, knowing full
well what had happened.

"She'd been pushing me off for some days, as I told you, but at the disco
she eased up when I managed to get my dick up against her.  Fucking hell,
it was almost lifting her off the ground, so I took her on the veranda and
really got my knob up against her.  It was easy after that. Nearly burst
the fucking condom I spunked so much," he joked, making a thrusting
movement with his hips, which amused the others, especially Sasha, who, as
we know, is a complete joker.  Igor was tall and well built and was just
growing his first public hairs at the base of his ample, 13-year-old, penis
and had been sexually active with girls for some time.

"Yes, same here," Gena boasted.  Mine was fucking easy!"

Just at that moment they arrived at the beach and climbed down the stairs
onto the sand.  It was hot to the feet when they took off their slippers.
The guys laid their towels down together.  Soon they had stripped off their
shirts, watching Pasha playing with his little boys Gosha, Max, Yarik and
Roma, building castles.



"Hey, guys, come and build castles with us," he called.

Oleg got up to go over to Pasha.  He was still wearing his football shorts.
"Oleg, come and help," Yarik, the mature 11 year old called over.

"Nice arse and bulge on that Yarik," Kirill whispered to Ilya and Sasha, as
they watched from where they were sitting.  "Do you think he's spunking?"
The boys didn't know that the boy had been getting nightly relief from his
friend Pasha before sleeping!  The boy was experiencing strong erections
before sleep and Pasha had suggested ways of relieving the tension in his
young but growing testicles.

"Sure to be; did you see his pubes in the shower the other day?" Ilya
replied.  "Quite a growth. The others are still smooth.  Look: Oleg's
taking off his shorts.  What an arse!  - Sashka, get your dick into that! -
" he continued, as the 12-year-old bent down. He was wearing light blue
speedos which were tightly hugging every curve of his buttocks.

" Wanking his knob would be better, " Sasha replied: "Look at the size of
the fucker! Did you see him and Gleb in the shower last night?" Sasha
added: "Fucking wankers -- the size of them! That's number two to Gleb's:
look at it," he continued, in his comic way as they watched Oleg turn round
displaying his front.

"Fuck, yes; and the only ones of us still smooth, except for those little
kids. Pity Gleb doesn't often wank, now he's grown so much," Ilya replied;
"He's really sexy when he gets going, and his balls are much bigger now
than when I last wanked him."

"Well, we both know what he's like when he gets going!  Fucking hell,
wouldn't mind a session now, - you should see his spunk, Sashka; he can
really fire it!" Kirill said, who had given Gleb his first introduction to
mutual wanking, and the first to get the tight skin back off his then very
sensitive knob!  Regular readers will remember the incident and the later
one with Ilya.  Since then, Gleb had succumbed to temptation rarely and
only at the camp on the night of the first disco.

"James is here now, and you know how close they are: James has had him at
least once, you know!" Kirill told them. "Bet they are at it now: they are
both missing!" he added. "Come on, let's swim and see if we can get a feel
of that knob on Oleg!"

The boys were not the only ones who were watching Oleg.  Two girls, around
13 or 14 years old, were swimming in the sea and they had noticed our group
arrive, first Pasha and his boys who were soon building castles on the edge
of the water.

"Hey, they're the hot choirboys we were told about.  Look at the small one
with the tash!" a girl named Irina said to her friend, looking at Pasha.

"Oh, wow! He could be about 16; and look at that one. He's like a
boxer. What a chest and muscles.  He's definitely mine," Kristina, her
friend replied, looking at Oleg.  "And look what he's got in his pants!"
she continued.

It was true; the front of Oleg's speedos was extremely well filled and the
knob very prominent.  He wasn't as big as Gleb, but because he was much
shorter in stature, his equipment was much more defined. He, like most
Russians, was not a shy boy and he had no idea of the scene he was creating
on boys and girls alike.

"You can have the other blond.  He's the famous singer, I think," Irina
whispered, looking at Little Dima.  "Seen him on the television.  He's 16
now but doesn't look it!  They say he's really dangerous with girls and
irresistible!"

"Where's that other handsome and tall blond the girls were talking about
before they left?  You know, the god-like one.  They say his knob is really
huge!" Kristine replied. "If he's bigger than that boy, I want him badly."

Just then, Misha called them all to the water to swim, so the girls got a
treat when Igor, Kirill, Oleg, Dima, Ilya and the others suddenly ran into
the sea.  They couldn't take their eyes off Krill, also. He was wearing
more supportive but tight trunks like Pasha, but his penis (very long, even
when soft) was very noticeable and curved towards one side.

Igor soon took charge of the situation, and it was at this point that young
Gena in his blue trunks, tash and hairy legs came to the notice of the
girls.

"Hey, he's the other guy the girls were talking about!" Irina
noted. "Really young and sexy with a thick bush!"

"Come on, you wankers; let's swim to those girls?"  Oleg said to his
friends.

"Fuck, look at the nipples on that one," Gena replied, ducking Sasha in the
water and watching Igor chatting to the two girls. "Get your knob up
against her!" he added, making a grab for his balls but missing.

"Get my knob into her, you mean," Sasha said, starting to wank himself in
the water through his speedos, and grabbing Oleg's arse with his other
hand.

"Fuck off; my mind's now on those tits, not on you two!" Oleg replied in
fun, also feeling Kirill's hand on his hardening knob, but enjoying the
sensations, all the same.

Now, the boys were gathered round the girls in the water, which was up to
their chests; all except for Pasha's group, which was splashing in the
shallow water. Igor was chatting to the girls, whom he knew: "If you want
the tall holy one with the fat knob, he's special and will cost you.  You
haven't got a chance on your own.  Don't know where he is now."

"What do you know?"  Kristina replied.

"Well, try if you will, but he's training for the church and will just walk
away from you," he replied.  "I'll have to get him ready for you!"

Little Dima, who had heard these words of Igor determined to warn his
friend Gleb against him and to try to protect him, and he was able to
mention this to Kirill and Pasha (who were also close to Gleb) later.

The boys had only a few moments to chat before the girls were called away
by their leader to go to some other activities, and Igor had to go too,
because he was part of their group; this left our boys to swim and play for
another half hour, after which, they made their way up to the camp for
showers before tea.

"Fucking hell; what about that girl who couldn't keep her eyes off your
knob?" Sasha giggled, carrying his towel and shorts, like the others.

"Don't remind me, or you'll get me wanking again!"  Oleg replied. "And was
that you wanking my knob in there?" he asked to Kirill "Or was it you,
Gena?".  He'd been sorely tempted by the girls he'd seen on the beach and
had felt his penis swelling (assisted by Kirill's stimulation) when he had
looked at Irina's tits as she was chatting to him at the same time as Gena
had started pushing his dick against his arse.

Just then, they saw Gleb and James walking together towards them.

"Hey, guys -- is it too late for swimming?" Gleb called, giving them his
winning smile and joining his friends with an about turn.

"You crazy guys; it's time for tea even now: what have you been doing?"
Kirill asked his great friend, knowingly, and Ilya gave him a wanking sign
when James wasn't looking.  They were speaking in Russian and James didn't
understand.

"Have you been leading our holy boy astray?" Kirill continued, now in
English to James.

"Hi guys," James greeted innocently, mentally undressing the entire group!
"We were practising English," he answered truthfully.

"Well, if you are sure you haven't corrupted our friend, you had better
come and wash with us," Kirill concluded.  "But not with Gleb!!"
Continuing in Russian he said: "Gleb, go and look after Pasha's boys and
tell Pasha to come to the shower alone."

It is true, as we know, that Gleb and James had been in long discussion.
Although James had very much wanted to touch his friend intimately, he knew
that the boy was trying to be controlled and was, to a degree, succeeding.
He'd hardly been able to take his eyes off the boy's fat knob and huge
balls, prominent in his swimming trunks, so he had asked Gleb to put on his
shorts over his trunks, which the boy had done, and then he listened to all
Gleb told him about his church camp, all his problems, and the tips he had
been given to control his feelings.  He told him about his failings with
the girl and then with the boys later, and also about his plans for the
future.

"I'll say in the choir and school until my voice fails, hopefully not
before I am 16, but if earlier I can start to train for the church at a
special school.  I want to study very hard to be an expert at the
liturgical language and musicology," he added.

"But what about sex?" James asked him gently, not in a provocative way.

"Of course, it is a problem, but I can take a wife; it's encouraged," Gleb
explained.  "I think your priests are not allowed to marry, which seems
stupid to me, an causes some problems sometimes for the boys in their
charge!"

James could not answer this point, but explained that this was the rule of
Catholics only.  There was some silence between them before Gleb spoke
again.

"I know you want me, and I do love you very much," Gleb had told him,
crying on his shoulder.  "But I promise that on the last night of camp,
I'll come to you again!  But I think it will be the last time between us:
well, we shall see," he qualified, giving James his winning smile which
endeared him to all.  "Come on, let's go to the beach before I lose my
resolve and you get an even bigger erection!" he finished, getting up, and
kissing his friend on the cheek.

"O.K," James said, contenting himself with a friendly pat on the boy's left
buttock and stroking the short hairs on the back of his neck as they went
out together. He loved and respected Gleb too much to force him against his
will.  And Gleb loved him all the more for it and for his comforting
words. And so they walked, arm in arm together down the path.

Kirill and Dima seemed to know that some spiritual understanding had passed
between the two, so when they met in the forest path after swimming, they
wanted to reward James for his loyalty to the friend they both loved so
much.

When Gleb was asked to fetch Pasha he seemed to know why, readily agreed,
and ran on to where Pasha was walking with the little ones.  Soon Pasha
dropped back.

"So, are we having a session not suitable for Gleb? He told me he thought
you were!"  Pasha asked, as he joined his friends. "Hey, James, are you
joining us?  You know how wicked Russian choirboys can be, so you better
not be shocked, especially with Gena and Sasha here!"

And with that they made their way to the shower room and closed the door.