Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 09:45:18 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Dima's Choirboys 8 - Gena's Pubes

			Dima's Choirboys Chapter 8

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Appearing in this Chapter:

Pasha – 14-year-old blue (gay) soprano soloist with very large balls and
thick bush;

Gena 11-year-old-choirboy with first pubes.  James, gay English
choirmaster!

Kirill (gay) 12-year-old with large balls, large penis and fucking bush!


The preparations for the concert were well under way and in November, just
months after being formed, the boys were able to give the first
performance.  Most had been in choirs before but the most difficult problem
for Dimitry (the choirmaster) was to get the correct and uniform sound.
The new boys were quite young, none yet thirteen years of age.  But with
the help of Artem, Pasha and Little Dima, Dimitry was able to show them the
correct methods, so in this first concert, the three friends would take all
the solos.  This was a great attraction, because all, especially Artem and
now Dima also had become quite famous.  Kirill, because of his musical
talent would accompany one or two items, including a solo by Pasha. As it
was earlyDecember and the weather was just turning cold in Moscow and so
winter clothes were worn.  The sailor kadets had changed out of their
summer uniforms and put on thicker trousers and fur hats and their bottoms
were not so easily to see as they walked in the streets, or to feel in the
metro.

The choir school normal uniform for winter was just like many others
schools: smart trousers, shirts, red tie and coat.  But the formal dress
uniform was modelled on the old formal style, with dress trousers and shoes
plus waistcoat and band with white shirt and red butterfly.  The trousers
were cut in the old style and high at the waist and close fitting.  Artem,
Pasha and Dima, as guest soloists, were permitted to wear dress clothes in
black with white tie!  It was fortunate because neither Pasha nor Artem
would have looked quite comfortable in the close-fitting choir trousers.
However, neither did Kirill, who was trying to decide which side to put his
balls and penis, which, as we know, is quite lengthy.

In the weeks since the opening of the school, quite a little circle of
close friends had been formed.  Artem, because of his singing commitments
and also a steady relationship with his girl had moved on from close
friendships with the younger boys, and tended only to be interested in his
friends Pasha and Dima.  Little Dima was still heavily involved (despite
his sexual relationship with his girl) and tried to come over most evenings
with Pasha to help with the boys.  He was now quite friendly with Kirill
and young Gena.  Pasha was now very love-sick for Kirill and this had
steadied him a little.  Just now he was helping Kirill try on his concert
clothes.

"Let the girls look at me in concert!"  the 12-year-old said to Pasha,
gently pushing his equipment down the right side of his trousers and
fastening the waist carefully with the clasp. "I don't care!"

"You mean the boys also," Pasha replied, running his hand down the boy's
silky bottom and gently fingering the outline of his member.  "They will
all be wondering if you have pubes! Well at least you will be only in the
choir except when you play for my solo, so they won't see much of that
bulge.  They will be only looking at me then, unless you get a hard-on!" he
joked, admiring the boy's face.

"You mean imagining your fucking balls and bush!"  Kirill joked.

"Fucking adolescence, mate!"  Pasha replied, carefully placing his balls
down the left side of his concert trousers.  He had taken off his winter
under trousers and wasn't wearing his tight second underwear, so his balls
were very loose and comfortable in the loose underpants he wore when
wearing full cut trousers that did not show a bulge.  Only when he sat down
did the extent of his balls show in the bulge that was created.

Even Little Dima looked quite grown up in his Evening suit, and Artem and
Pasha (who was smaller than Dima even now!) looked stunning and quite grown
up.



 "Well, I have some good news for you all," Dima, the choirmaster, told the
boy as he came in to see them in their concert clothes for the first time.
"James, the English choirmaster is arriving in the morning.  He coming to
hear our concert and James wants some more advice on training his boys."

Pasha's face suddenly lit up: "You mean Jack is coming too?" he asked,
speaking about the friend he had made at the camp with whom he had had
quite a few adventures!



"Unfortunately not, but it is possible that our choir may receive an
invitation to sing in Great Britain, if James can arrange it."

It had been over two years since James and his choir had visited Russia and
stayed at the summer camp with our boys, but they had had a memorable time.
They had also been accompanied by a strange feminist woman (common in the
West!) who had caused a great many upsets but had been defeated in the end.
This time, James would be attending alone and staying for two weeks.  His
flight was arriving early at 5am, so Dima had arranged to have him
collected from the airport and brought to the school where he would stay
and help with various duties.

"We'll come over tomorrow evening to greet him," agreed Pasha, Artem and
Little Dima.  Kirill and the others can look after him until then.  I am
sure he will like you very much," Pasha added to Kirill as he said
goodnight to his friend before he left to go to his home.

"And how would you know that?"  Kirill asked.

"I'll tell you tomorrow, if you don't find out before, because I must go
now to do homework," and with those words and an embrace that stirred
erections in both, Pasha left the school and headed for the tram.

...............................................

"You have certainly got a fine set of boys here," James remarked as he was
shown round the school on the morning of his arrival.  "And you tell me
Artem, Dima and Pasha are helping you out.  They must be singing bass by
now," he continued, thinking of the boys' pubertal development two summers
ago and remembering the passionate encounter he had had with Pasha and the
copiousness of the boy's spunking on the last night of the camp.

"No, they are still boy sopranos," Dima replied.  "In fact you will hear
them sing at the concert.  It's just a matter of teaching the correct
technique.  But, you are right, Pasha will have to stop singing soon.
Artem should be okay for the New Year.  He has a big broadcast then on T.V.
As for Dima, he is the type of boy who will continue for some time yet.

Dima explained that he thought James might like to help out in the school
teaching English for the two weeks he was staying.

"I'd be delighted," he replied, as was shown to the room where he would
stay.

"I'm afraid it is on the same corridor as the dormitories and next to the
wash rooms," so I hope the boys won't disturb you. However, Misha, the
deputy, is very strict, so it will be quiet at nights, if he is around,"
Dima explained."That is the only problem!"

It was arranged that James should visit classes in the morning and then
attend the singing lessons in the afternoon.

"I'll leave you with Kirill and Gena, as it will be more interesting to
visit their classes, I think. They are 11 and 12 years, so you may follow
which of their lessons as you wish. I have a lot of administration this
morning."  Turning to Gena, he said: "I believe you have swimming for the
first lesson," so maybe you could take James along.  I am sure Misha will
be glad of some help."

Kirill had quite good English because his father was a businessman and
dealt with foreigners, so he took charge of James and he and Gena led him
off to show him his room next to Kirill's dormitory.

"We will look after you, and you can ask me anything.  Some boys know
English well, but not many, and Gena nothing, as he is only 11," he joked
in his husky and sexy voice which was cracking severely.

"It's a lie," Gena said in English, in his light speaking register and
smiling at James.  "I can speak a little and understand more.  Go with us!"

James immediately liked the two handsome boys.  He had guessed correctly
about Kirill's pubes and had noticed that Kirill's upper lip was very
smooth. "The spunker's shaving!" he thought, his penis hardening, as he
turned his attention to the stunning Gena: "Definitely spunking and fucking
publes, maybe!" he thought, judging by the boy's face and small furry black
hairs above his lip.  He couldn't tell much from the front of their
trousers as they were rather well cut, but both were well filled at the
rear and Gena's buttocks well separated and rounded like globes.

Kirill left them to go to his own class, telling James that he would see
him the next lesson, which was swimming for his class

"Fucking spunker," James thought as he imagined Kirill in a pair of tight
swimming trunks. He remembered the sight of the boys in their swimming
clothes at the camp and his encounter with Pasha on the last night. His
penis began to react but didn't show in his trousers.

 Gena led him to his class which were heading to the baths in the basement
of the building. The boys were carrying towels and caps for their heads but
no swimming trunks, which James thought a little odd.

Dima had already spoken to Misha that James could help him this lesson.
The two men greeted each other warmly.

"You are very welcome, James," Misha said.  "Welcome to Russia! Our boys
are going to have some diving instruction , so will you help us?"

James was only too glad to agree and when Misha asked him to go to the
changing room to check that the boys washed before entering the pool, he
went at once hoping to arrive before they put on their trunks.  Remember
that these boys were eleven years old and so in an interesting stage of
development.  Most were quite small and in the early stages of puberty
without pubes or heavily descended balls – quite cute with their small
penises and foreskins just beginning to be stretched by the nightly wanking
sessions in the dormitory, led by Gena, the most developed.  As James
arrived, most were in the shower room, and James's head started spinning as
he observed their naked bottoms, hairless pubic regions and small
balls. One or two had larger, more active balls, with the nuts showing, and
one had a few whisps of hair around the base of his penis, the head of
which was poking out of the well wanked foreskin.

 He then realised that the boys would not be wearing trunks because the boy
with the pubescent balls went went out to the pool side in his naked state
except for his swimming cap!  "Fucking puberty!"  he thought, making sure
his erection was not showing. He then realised he had not seen Gena; and so
he went back into the changing room.  Gena had just come out of the toilet
and FUCKING SPUNKER – what a sight for James.  You remember that a few
weeks had passed since our last chapter.  And in these few weeks, handsome,
dark-haired 11-and-a-half-year-old Gena had passed a milestone in his life:
his FUCKING PUBES were growing.  Some weeks before, he had found the first
hairs on his pubic region whilst wanking with the others. He was already
the first spunker amongst his fifteen classmates, (although several had
started watery spunking this last month, and Roma, whom James had just
noticed, was already producing white sperm, although not as much or a thick
as Gena! ); and in six weeks there had been a fast growth of little black
hairs across the pubic region with a concentration around the base of the
penis and where his balls joined his body, His balls were already heavy and
descended in the bulbous sac, causing the penis to point slightly outwards
at the base before curving down to just below the balls.  As he walked
towards James, smiling, his balls quivered slightly and the penis bounced
up and down.

"Hi, James, let's go," Gena said as James took him by the shoulder into the
shower room and his hand slipped down onto the boy's left buttock.

"The fucking cunt's hot for me," the boy thought as he felt James's hand
roam all over his ample bottom and even between the buttocks!.

"I go shower," he said in English, and James couldn't take his eyes off
Gena's fresh pubes as the boy washed under the hot water.

"The fucking cunt likes my balls!" Gena thought as he rubbed soap over his
pubic area provocatively and started to wash his heavy penis, which he
lifted and pulled back the skin!  James was watching excitedly but remained
in control as the boy finished washing, replaced the foreskin and followed
James to the poolside where the lesson was just beginning.  James took
charge of the starting of the diving and was able to supervise each boy as
he stood on the side, bent and dived into the pool.  He was able to check
the position of their backs and run his hands down their spines and onto
the soft buttocks. Most had cute balls that hardly showed between their
legs as they prepared to dive.  All were uncut, of course. When Roma came
to him he was able to inspect closely his development and count the few wet
hairs, now more visible! It was Gena's turn next, so James held him
carefully by the shoulders while they watched the boy in front dive.  Now
he had his hand on the boy's soft left buttock gently squeezing it with his
fingers.

"Fucking bastard spunker," Gena thought, as James briefly touched his
hanging balls from behind. "The cunt's going to make me hard!"

"Dive now, Gena," James commanded and the boy was saved from his erection
by the cold water as he neatly entered!

The lesson was soon over and sounds from the changing room could be heard
as the 6 th class had entered to prepare for their session.  Gena's class
were quickly dismissed and James followed them into the changing rooms
where the 12 year olds were already undressing.  Kirill was still in his
pants but others were naked already.  Peter and Victor displaying their
pubic development.  Kirill called James over to where he was changing next
to Gena, who had just come in from the shower:

"How was it, James?" he asked, taking off his shirt to display the small
hairs under his arms.-

"Oh, great! Gena helped me, so all was well," he replied, looking at Gena's
pubes as the boy was drying himself, and then switching his attention to
Kirill who took off his trousers showing his already darkening hair on his
legs.

"See you're starting then," Kirill said to Gena, referring to his pubic
development.

"Fucking puberty, mate," Gena replied in Russian.  "First bush in the
form!"

"Call that a fucking bush?  I'll show youa bush, mate!"  Kirill joked, as
he took off his trousers.  "Sorry, James, we were just joking in Russian.
Just saying that Gena is starting his pubes.  Can you see?"

James could hardly control himself as the boy revealed the bulge in his
underpants, which the boy swiftly lowered to show the full bush concealing
his balls and the lengthy penis which seemed to be growing out of a forest
of hair.

"You know my friend Pasha, I think," Kirill asked.

"Yes, of course.  We spent time together in the camp", he replied, rather
feebly, as his erection in his trousers was causing him some embarrassment.
It had been so long since he had seen naked boys in his own country that he
was almost spunking already.

"Pasha, Artem and Dima – remember them?; they will come tonight," Kirill
added.  At this James had to rush to the toilet with some excuse, take hold
of his throbbing member and was just in time to prevent an accident in his
pants.

"Fucking klassna!" Kirill said to Gena.  "That must be what Pasha meant.
The guy is hot for boys.

"He's as blue as you are, you fucking cunt! What a bastard!" Gena added
with a smile. " But he's cool and a bit of wanking will be fun, but I don't
want his fucking dick up my arse.  I'm not gay like you and Pasha," he
added with a smile. "He can fuck you!"

"Shut the fuck up," Kirill replied to his friend.  "We can have some fun
tonight!  But I won't let him fuck you, so don't worry!"

Kirill was in the shower when James came out of the toilet and observed the
went boy, his bush now matted and close to his balls.

"James, come to help with our lesson,!" he cried.



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