Date: Mon, 07 Sep 2015 18:24:03 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail (dot) ru>
Subject: Dima's Choirboys 5

Dima's Choirboys Chapter 5 - An Interlude with Pasha and Misha

This story contains scenes of a mild sexual nature and if you are not
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Boys appearing in this chapter:

Pasha quite small 14 year old soloist with full bush completely covering
his balls and pubic area; Misha 12 year-old-kadet in puberty.


Sorry I have been so long is writing more. I lost confidence in writing
because someone told me my writing was stupid, but a friend helped me with
only with dialogue in English, so it may sound better to English-speaking
friends.  One person also asked for information about school day in Russia,
so I will add some details.

So, here is a short interlude with Pasha.  Please read the other chapters
and also Russian Choirboy Pubes, the previous story because some people
told me they enjoyed it.

Pasha was up and ready to depart to his school by 6 o'clock the next
morning. His face was shaved clean and beautiful and managed to make
himself reasonably tidy.  He would come back after school to size up the
new boys when they arrived. He was especially keen to arrive before they
went to take showers, as he could have a good look at their development,
although as most would be very young (not more that eleven or twelve years
old), he did not expect to see many pubes on the new arrivals.

He decided he didn't have time to call at his home for some books he
needed, but would manage without them for that day. There was just one
lesson he had in which the teacher was giving a control test (for which
Pasha hadn't studied)) so he planned to miss that and go out to walk in the
street during the Physics test and to study the physics of any boys he
met. Hopefully the teacher (who was old and did not have very good sight)
would not miss him.  It may surprise some readers to know that students can
often go out into the streets to the shops during the school day,
especially in the long break or if a lesson is cancelled, and it is also
possible to forge some attendance mark in individual lessons as the
teachers often do not communicate with each other, especially if there is
some conflict between them. On Friday each child must give up his mark book
to his Form Teacher to receive the weekly mark in each subject.  I will
explain this more to anyone who wants to know.

The school was becoming stricter about school dress and now boys were
required to wear trousers (not jeans) and smart coats and black shoes.
There was talk that even ties will soon become necessary, and some of the
smarter boys already wore them, including Artem.  After the collapse of the
Soviet Union matters had become very lapse but there were more regulations
now and there were prefects to check dress.

Pasha walked out into the quiet street and towards the metro station. As it
was rather early in the school year, his school clothes were rather new
(not shining from rubbing on the desk and chairs!) and a little large, his
mother expecting him to grow! But he hadn't grown in stature much during
the summer (or even the previous year) and he was already amongst the
smallest in his class.

At 14 he was a year younger than Dima and Artem (who would take the first
Attestation this year, according to the 9th Class) and didn't see them
between classes that much. But Pasha was still free from serious study and
rather lazy, and preferred to go to the canteen during breaks.

The weather was still rather warm, so coats and hats were not necessary,
and as Pasha walked he was quite proud of his new clothes. It had little
stripes and looked like a smart business suit.  He liked to walk alone and
to think about his life and his friends. He loved the rather broken streets
(except that they made his shiny shoes dusty) and the old trams and
trolley-buses and thought they would look much better without the modern
adverts written on them.

He was also thrilled to have found a beautiful friend to replace his
long-lost English friend Jack who he hadn't seen for over a year.  But he
was saddened to think that the happy times of his childhood were coming to
an end. His beautiful voice had made him many friends and the choir meant
everything to him.  Now his choirmaster and friend Dima had been appointed
to a new position, and had left his school, he knew his life would be
different, as would Artem's life, whom he also loved dearly.

When Artem's voice has gone, he will be okay: he will find a girl and marry
her and in time have a beautiful boy whom he can love and train as a singer
too.  But what about Pasha? When his voice is gone, he'll just be the odd
blue boy in the class and lose all his friends - well except for Dima,
Little Dima and Artem, who will never leave him!

 "Oh, why do we have to grow up?" Pasha thought, as he considered ways of
how he could try to stop being gay. "I'm sure this wouldn't have happened
if I have been born in Soviet Times, or even in Imperial Times!"  Sometimes
his thoughts ran irrationally, but Pasha was a romantic, and we must
forgive him for it!

"Maybe I can be a teacher and have a choir like Dima's. Then I'll have lots
of boys to love and to help, just like Dima does." Pasha was resigned to
the fact that he was never going to like girls - they just did not attract
him, unlike Little Dima and handsome Artem who would make the perfect match
for a Russian girls, who would then give them a beautiful and sexy boys to
love!

He's even talked these problems over with Dima (his choirmaster) in his
stumbling way and even Artem (who had been the first to know his true
feelings).  Pasha's religious convictions also prevented his accepting his
condition as normal.  He knew that God loved him but that he must try to
live as normal a life as possible.  Be discreet and careful, Dima had
advised him.  He knew that most boys wouldn't mind if he were so, and most
he prided himself in knowing the type of casual boy in the street who would
at least not hit him in the balls if he touched him up.

He was thankful in the least that he did not live in America or in Great
Britain, perhaps.  Jack (his English friend whom he had met at camp) had
told him that if he touched boys in the Metro there like he did with the
Russian boys, they would most likely go running to mummy or to the police
even, and Pasha would be in trouble.  It is true, he had been hit in the
balls once or twice by boys who took objection to having Pasha's sexy hands
rubbing their bottoms or feeling their balls, but a good beating was the
worst he could expect. And, anyway, most of Pasha's objects of attention
were quite young and often didn't even notice what he was doing in the
crowded metro train.

What Pasha only partly understood was the fact that he was, in fact, a
stunningly sexy boy himself, and practically every boy or man had some
feelings for him, especially if they caught sight of his rather obvious
genital development which was very hard for Pasha to conceal. Don't you
remember in the last story when the visiting English choirmaster say Pasha
in the shower in the days when he was just starting pubes? The man had had
to run off to wank in the toilet!  He had been very well blessed in size at
birth and in early puberty he was at his most stunning, especially naked.
Even at 13 he had been completely devoid of any bodily hair, except for his
dark and sexy locks, and when his tiny black pubes first adorned his ample
equipment, all men and boys who saw him were not afraid to be "gay". And it
is interesting to see just how many eyes (male and female) are drawn to
gaze at the obvious bulge in his pants.

Of course, the girls loved him, but he could not even love them back; so
they thought of him as cold an hard.  And it was only the girls (and even
then, only a few) who ever spoke of his being "Blue"!  Unsurprisingly,
never had this accusation come from a male mouth!  He could get anything
from men, except from his choirmaster, Dima, who he trusted more than
anyone and respected like a god.

By now, Pasha was in the metro and had spotted a sexy boy standing next to
the door: his hand was on the bar above so his smooth pants were clearly
showing as his coat had risen up in the stretching.  He was wearing tight
blue trousers of rather thin material.  Pasha moved closely and gently
placed his cupped hand on the boy's right buttock.

 "Why are you rubbing my bottom, you fucking cunt?" the cute 14-year-old
asked him, turning to face Pasha angrily.

"I thought you would like it, you fucking wanker, " Pasha replied, looking
him straight in his deep blue eyes.  The boy was sporting quite a growth of
moustache on his otherwise baby face.

"No, I don't. So, fuck off and try that boy over there - he won't mind," he
retorted with a grin, Pasha taking the opportunity of gently fingering the
boy's bulging genital area and discovering quite a thick girth of soft
penis that had obviously been well exercised inside a girl's pussy.

"Thanks," Pasha, added, giving the boy's ample bottom a last squeeze before
moving away.

Pasha had not noticed the rather small and pretty kadet standing by the
door of the wagon. He certainly had a nice and soft-looking bottom and
stunning long legs, making him almost as tall as Pasha, yet considerably
younger, he judged..  Pasha managed to move close to him, forgetting all
his good resolutions and positioned himself behind the boy, who looked
about 13 at most and was wearing quite tight fitting trousers as do the
sailor kadets in summer uniform. He had the most cute marine hat with a
blue ribbon hanging at the back.  The cheeks of his bottom were well shaped
and rounded and the belt was well tightened around the slim waist. His
tunic was well fitting and shapely to his body..

Pasha was already getting quite hard as he pressed quite gently close into
the boy's bottom, the knob of his penis swelling and pressing between the
boy's cheeks.

"Fucking puberty!" thought Pasha, leaning into the boy - "What an arse!"
His penis lifted a little from the relaxed position down the leg of his
trousers and started erecting strongly. He pressed a little harder, the
penis tingling as it meshed into the warm soft material, well-filled by the
boy's buttocks, and lifting into position between the boy's cheeks. Surely
the boy must be feeling the pressure. Then he started to move his groin
gently, his dick now swelling to its full capacity.

The response was at first passive, no reaction at all to his hungry
pressing, and after a minute the train stopped at a station, so pasha
released his pressure, standing back from the boy but still hungrily gazing
at his bottom..  Fortunately more people got on and few got off, so there
was rather a crush.  Pasha resumed his former position between the boy's
buttocks and was able to reach round with his right hand and place it on
the boy's slim right thigh. Fucking puberty!  Now the response was more
positive: the boy pressed back in a most encouraging way, and Pasha felt
the skin of his own penis slipping back exposing the shapely knob which was
now finding its mark deep in his arse.  Pasha reached around with his right
hand to feel if there was a bulge in the front of the boy's pants. . He
located the boy's soft balls, which must have been ample, and the rather
thick but still soft penis which Pasha fingered and wondered if it had been
up a girl.  The boy was obviously wearing thin briefs: Pasha started
rubbing. He felt the boy getting just a little harder.  As you know, Pasha
was a very copious and quick spunker, so he was anxious to avoid any
accidents, but he felt he would be okay locked in this position until the
next stop..

The train reached a station and a lot of people got out, so the two had to
separate their embrace, but stood next to each other in the wagon as if old
friends, each eyeing the other's erection showing through his trousers.

The boy turned to Pasha, his face showing signs of nervousness.  His face
was still smooth but showed some signs of puberty and his upper lip was too
smooth and shiny to be natural.  The boy had obviously shaved that
morning..

"Fucking spunker," Pasha thought as he noticed the few developing hairs on
the chin, which was still untouched by any razor.



 Pasha had been left in a state of terrible excitement and in need of
serious wanking.

"Fucking puberty!  I've got to wank that spunker!"  he thought as the boy
got out of the train and flashed a smile at him making off on his long,
slim, sexy legs along the platform and towards the escalator.

"Hey, you fucking cunt," he said softly but boldly in a whisper, catching
up with the boy up on the stairs. "Are you spunking yet or still having dry
wanks?" his penis at the height of excitement.



The boy seemed to blush at Pasha's boldness and swallowed hard, which led
him to think he was innocent and inexperienced.

"What's it to you, you cunt?" the boy replied coldly,

Pasha gripped the boy's right buttock and repeated the question.  The boy
seemed to soften and replied.



"Fucking spunking, of course!" he replied softly in a still unbroken voice,
turning to Pasha as they both rode up the stairs from the deep platform,
his ample bottom against the moving rail. Pasha could clearly see a bulge
in the boy's uniform pants.



"Pubes or smooth?" Pasha continued.



"Fucking pubes mate! Started end of 5 th class!  And as for you?"



"Fucking bush, mate!" Pasha replied using the same phrase in jest. Had it
since thirteen!"  By now they had reached the ticket hall and were going
out into the street.



"Thirteen?" the boy questioned?  "What class are you in, you spunker?"



"Eighth, And you?"



"Sixth - I'm just twelve. You look younger!".



"Fuck, you, you cunt!  I want to wank you," Pasha replied as they walked in
the street.



"Look, you spunker, I'm not fucking blue, but I'm ready for a wank. I know
a place at the back of this street.  We can go their quickly before school.
My name's Misha.  Come on quickly.  Let's go".



The boy had suddenly taken charge and led Pasha down an alley to a place
where there were some underground places to store vegetables in the winter.
(I don't know this name in English).  They are reached by steps and have
individual rooms to keep vegetables from the frost in winter..  Misha knew
an empty one and they went there quickly. The one he knew belonged to an
old lady and he knew she did not use it much.  When they got there it was
deserted.



"Shut the fucking door door, and I will put on the light," Misha ordered.
When the light was on Pasha saw the several shelves and places for storage.
There were still some sacks of potatoes, and it was not too uncomfortable.
No-one would come, and the door was easy to lock.



Both boys put down their bags and Misha beckoned to Pasha.



"Can' keep your hands off my fucking arse, can you!"  Misha teased. Let's
not mess our clothes.  We can take them off.  Pasha took off his jacket and
Misha just stood watching and waiting in his blue uniform.



"Fucking spunker. Sailor boys make me hot", Pasha said, leaning against the
wall and drawing Misha to him, taking off the boy's cap and examining his
hair, which was short cut and almost jet black.  He felt Misha's slender
fingers unfastening his belt and the button of his trousers, and then
drawing down the zipped exposing Pasha's trunks.

"Are you fucking shaving, Misha, you wanker?" he said, kissing him on the
mouth, from which Misha drew away.

""Don't fucking kiss me. I'm not gay," he retorted.

"Sorry, I got carried away. But are you fucking shaving?" he repeated. "II
shaved my fucking tash this morning."

"What do you think," you cunt?  "I`d have a fucking tash like you if I
didn't, and it's not allowed in the corps," the boy replied, looking into
his eyes.  Pasha felt his pants being taken down by Misha's nimble fingers,
so he assisted by doing the awkward part. His impressive bulge was now
causing Misha much excitement.

"Oh my fucking spunker!" Misha exclaimed at the sight of Pasha's
development, but at that point Pasha told him to raise his arms so he could
slide him out of his tunic.  The boy was now bare chested and it was
evident that he was well-built with strong biceps and puffy nipples with
flat but strong stomach.  Soon Pasha had the clasp of the belt unfastened
and the buttons of his uniform pants undone exposing light blue briefs
well-filled with obviously bulbous balls and a thick penis.

Misha now was lowering Pasha's close fitting shorts but was surprised to
see the thin supportive cotton trunks which Pasha usually wore to keep his
balls snugly against his right thigh. As we know, the boy' penis was no
bigger than average but his balls were enormous. Misha cupped his hand over
the bulge and erect penis, which was now pointing directly straining at the
firm material.

"I thought you weren't fucking gay," Pasha said, as he felt Misha's fingers
on the head of his dick.

"Shut the fuck up," Misha replied, lowering the cotton briefs from the
waist, exposing at first Pash's curly bush and then erect penis, the skin
fully retracted.  The balls were hanging free and low but entirely covered
in his thick hairs.

"There's a boy in our class with smooth balls almost as big as yours!"
Misha said!

"Lift your arms, you fucking spunker," Pasha commanded.  The boy obliged.

"Not a fucking hair there, mate!" he observed, running his fingers over the
armpits to make sure while Misha quickly slipped out of his uniform pants.

"So, you gay cunt, do you want to see my fucking balls? I've been fucking
girls since eleven?" he teased, squeezing Pasha's erection.

Pasha gently began to lower the boy' briefs, first exposing a small thick
curly tuft, all the more sexy because it was confined to the very base of
the penis, the remainder of the pubic area completely smooth, so Misha's
claim to pubes was a little over stated! The penis was long, and of
considerable girth and was not yet more than semi-erect, the foreskin still
completely covering the head..  The balls then came into view – very
bulbous and crinkly, bursting with puberty and still shapely and smooth
with a few long curly hairs. The boy was obviously capable of spunking
thickly and judging from the foreskin the penis was very well wanked..

Pasha gently turned Misha round, pressing his erection between his bottom
as he had done in the metro, but this time trying to get the knob into him
while massaging the nipples, a sensation Misha had not experienced before,
as the shock-waves excited the penis very much, making it stand fully to
attention.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE FUCKED!"  Misha commanded.  " Get your fucking dick out
of my arse. It's hurting me and it's too gay.  But wank me and suck me,
because that would be cool!"

Pasha had by now managed to enter Misha's back passage and was pressing
home hard, but he withdrew at the request and sat down on the sack of
potatoes, drawing Misha's dick close to his face, and gripping the boy's
bare arse.

"Oh my fuck, you wanker. Suck me hard," Misha said, gripping his own penis
and drawing back the skin, exposing the enormous knob!  Soon, Pasha's mouth
was around the desired object and sucking gently, his tongue working under
the foreskin and wanking himself with his right hand.  Misha began to take
short noisy breaths as his climax came closer. Pasha felt a salty taste in
his mouth-

Paha then rested for a moment, releasing the throbbing penis from his
mouth.

"Tell me this is better than your fucking girl," he demanded.

"Girls are for fucking and boys for sucking," Misha commanded, his spunk
rising from his balls. "I'm going to fucking blast off, so suck me hard!"
Misha was now pumping his long penis hard into Pasha's mouth, his climax
just a few seconds away as Pasha had both hands on the firm buttocks, his
own penis needing no stimulation as both climaxes crashed together, Misha
screaming in his high-pitched treble as his thick spunk gushed from his
penis and was swallowed whole by Pasha, who erupted onto the floor in a
very heavy emission!

"Fucking classic!"  Misha said as he separated from Pasha, their penises
still erect.

"Well, that wasn`t bad," Pasha admitted, looking at Misha, who was now
looking rather embarrassed.  "Sorry, I'm not usually so rude," he
continued.

"Neither am I," Misha replied.  "I just get carried away."

The two boys got dressed and left the cellar the best of friends and
resolved to meet tomorrow.  Both would be late for school, but only Misha
would be in some trouble for his absence, but it was worth it, as far as he
was concerned.



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