Date: Sun, 10 Jan 2016 20:54:55 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Dima's Choirboys Chapter 9

Dima's Choirboys Chapter 9 - Introducing Sasha.

This story contains scenes of a mild sexual nature and if you are not
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I was very glad to get encouraging mails about the last chapter, so I hope
you will enjoy this. Please send comments. Someone asked if I write stries
in Russian. I may when I have time.

Appearing in this Chapter:
Sasha – 12-year-old  soprano soloist with large smooth balls;
Gena 11-year-old-choirboy with first pubes.
James, gay English choirmaster!
Kirill, (blue) 12-year-old with large balls, large penis and fucking bush!
Pasha 14-year-old soprano soloist
Dima, 15-year-old smooth soprano soloist.
Misha, Sports teacher and second director of the school

Just at that moment, Misha came into the changing room. He thanked James
for his help with the previous class.

"I forgot to ask you, James if you would mind helping with the next
class. Incredibly, there is a boy in this group that cannot swim even at 12
years old, so I want to ask you if you could go in the pool him them at the
shallow end and give them some instruction."

James was rather stunned by this suggestion

"Well, of course, but I don't have any clothes for swimming," he replied.

"It's okay; the boys won't mind, and I can give you a cap for your head."

James wasn't sure if he could trust himself to appear before the boys in a
naked condition, but as he had violently just spunked in the toilet, he
thought he would be okay, especially as he would be in the water the most
of the time. Misha went back to the poolside to organise the boys.

"Come on the, James," grinned Kirill; "Take your clothes off – I must go
to the diving. I'll send the Sasha to you" And at that he left James in the
changing-room. James excitedly took off his clothes thinking of the
instruction he could give to the boy and wondered about his pubescent
development. Soon Kirill returned followed a very cute boy, completely
smooth and hairless around the pubic region and balls but presenting an
exciting stage of development.

"This is Sasha, James" Kirill said, bringing the boy to meet his new
teacher. James took one look at Sasha and he felt a stirring in his
penis. He was smaller than average height for his twelve years, but
maturing fast. In fact he was only just twelve. FUCKING PUBERTY!

"That boy's fucking spunking!" James thought, as he took in the sight of
young Sasha from head to toe.

"Hello, Sasha" he said, stroking the boy on the head as they walked
together to the poolside.  James had never seen a more sexy boy. His hair
was quite long and deep brown. His eyelashes were attractive and his eyes
matched his hair. He slipped his arm round Sasha and let gradually slide
down to his silky bottom.

My friends: we don't want to get you too excited about Russian boys because
you might not believe their beauty! Some are innocent and many are
not. Sasha was the latter! James, of course, was not used to such sights
because in his own country it is strictly forbidden for teachers to see
their boys naked! But since his first visit to Ruissia he had become
relaxed, especially after his encounter with Pasha in the forest on the
last night of the camp!

James's eyes travelled down the boy's body. (What we are decribing in
several minutes was happening to James ina few seconds. But we must take it
in slow motion!)

So you can imagine his eyes taking in the sweet sight of Sasha as they
stood together at the side of the pool. Fucking Spunker!

But, to continue. His neck was long and slender and his shoulders almost
feminine in their construction. But when the eyes came to the chest, a more
masculine sight greeted this the lover of boys! As you can imagine, he had
not an piece of wasted fat on his body. When it came to the nipples, they
were proud and swelled as if bursting with puberty from the slim chest! Not
a fucking hair was to be seen, of course. His chest was slender and well
defined, and his arms well muscled and strong. So, they reached the
poolside.  The rest of the class were at the other end with Misha on the
diving board, so James had Sasha all to himself.

"So, stand here, Sasha to attention and I will show you correct movements
with arms," he said, showing how to make the stroke. "I will demonstrate on
Sasha," he said taking the boy's supple arms and lifting them to expose the
smooth arm pits. As Sasha did not understand much English, Hames had to
physically show him by taking his arms and bending them into position.  The
same with the legs!

James's eyes travelled to the taught stomach with the belly button well
prominent. The buttocks were taught, pale and firm and would be well
defined in a nice pair of trousers. James then scanned the pubic region
closely for any sign of incipient hairs, but there were none. Sasha was
completely smooth but as James's eyes took in the gorgeous sight an even
bigger revelation was to follow! We have already said that the fucking
spunker was without a hair: his pubic region milk-white, but not innocent!
His balls were shapely and large, still well formed and prominently
forward. not hanging loosely as in later puberty but pear-shaped and
elegant, looking great on his boyish boy The penis was of ample girth, long
and supple, obviously active and well wanked, sitting elegantly supported
by the balls and hanging just below the balls. His legs were athletic and
strong and his feet rather small.

"Let's get into the pool," James said and went first and signalled Sasha to
climb down the steps; and watched as carefully as he entered the water, his
balls and tip of the penis showing clearly from behind.

So, let's take our story on a few hours to the rest hour after
lunch. Kirill and Sasha met Gena in the secret den they had made for
themselves on the top floor of the building which was still empty. They
were talking about their respective lessons.

"So, Sashka, did you like your swimming lesson with James?" Gena asked,
adding " The bastard blue cunt had his hand up my arse when he was showing
the diving. I had a fucking erection in the pool."

"Well, you must have liked it then!" Kirill replied. "Pasha will be pleased
when he comes tonight. Tell Gena about your lesson, Sasha!"

Sasha was a character so everything he told was always embellished with
humour!

"Fucking wanker, mate! You should have been with us! The cunt couldn't take
his eyes off my balls in the changing room. He was worse than you, Kirill
you blue bastard and equal to Pasha!"

"No, he was all eyes on my fucking bush, mate!" Kirill shot back, sitting
on the sofa next to Gena and unfastening the belt on his trousers, opening
the zipper. "And his hands on my arse!" he added as he opened his trousers
to reveal his blue briefs.

"Shut up, Kirill. I am telling the fucking story! so just concentrate on
what's sticking out of the top of your pants!" joked Sasha, as he
continued:

"I could tell he was going to have his hands all over me from the moment we
entered the water. First he told me to lie and float. so I lay back and the
next thing I felt his fucking hands supporting my arse. His face was level
with my balls and he had his eyes all over, looking for fucking
pubes.. Then he turned me over to help with swimming motion and said to
hold the side bar with my hands and the next think his fucking hand was on
my balls."

"Fucking spunker!" Gena said, unzipping his own trousers and movig closer
to Kirill Kirill on the sofa who by now had exposed his penis and had got a
good grip on the shaft as he listened to the story.

"So then, I got this huge erection, and the fucker had his right hand on
the shaft, holding me up with his left as I did these fucking swimming
strokes with my legs. The OMF I felt the skin being slid back, the knob of
my dick coming out and his fucking fingers on it!"

Seeing that 11-year-old Gena was getting very excited by the story, Sasha
paused for a moment. "Well, if your both so fucking excited, I'll join
you," he said, unfastening his own bulging trousers and exposing hi own
milk-white balls and erection not much shorter than Kirill's.

"It's fucking puberty, mate," he grinned at Gena as he admired the younger
boy's new pubes. "Go on with the story, you fucking cunt, and show us how
he was wanking you!" Kirill commanded. "No, wait. Come here and stand in
front of Gena and me and I can be James. Tell me what he did. Gena can
help!"

Sasha erected was an even more gorgeous sight than as described in the soft
state. His was of the type of penis that swelled and grew considerably and
stuck out like an iron rod, lifting the balls in their sac. He came close
to the two sitting boys and Kirill took hold of the member, Gena taking
over the wanking of Kirill.

"So, he pulled the skin back, you say - like this! Fucking hell, mate, how
far can it go? The fucking knobs right out!"

It was true, the skin was right back and the helmet was fully proud,
exposing the moist slit.

"Fucking cunt, mate! Yeah, he was fingering it like that. Had his finger
and big finger round the knob. Could feel the spunk ready to blast! Then he
took the fucking shaft and I blasted! It was better than wanking myself,
mate!  All was normal after that. We had our lesson!" At that Kirill gently
took the spongy knob into his mouth and started sucking. Sasha had never
been sucked before and his head became very light.

"Don't leave me out, you bastards!" cried Gena called. "Finish me off
Sashaka, I'm ready to cum!! Sasha obligingly took hold of Gena's member in
his left hand, his right on Kirll's head as he sucked Sasha's penis. Kirill
was wanking his own member with his right hand, and the three boys came to
a crashing climax almost together, Kirill blasting copiously, Gena also
thickly whilst Sash's own sweeter emission was fully taken by Kirill, as
the boy's young but maturing balls sent their emission strongly and
powerfully for his bald condition. Surely the pubes would be growing soon.

"Come on guys, we will be late for choir," Kirill said, as they made
themselves tidy. "Pasha and Dima will be there too, so let's go!"

When they arrived in the music hall most of the boys were already assembled
and Dimity and James were talking to Pasha and little Dima.

Pasha blushed as he met James again for the first time sine the incident
two summer's ago, and James was more than a little embarrassed, but the
awkwardness soon passed.

"It's so great to see you again, Pasha said.  Dima is here and even he has
grown a little," he teased.  Dima came into the room at that moment and
hugged James.

"I hear you are both going to sing for us this afternoon," James replied,
wondering about the state of Dima's pubic region and feeling another
stirring in his balls.

"Yes, that's right, so let's get started, boys," Dimitry the choirmaster
said. "James, will you play for us: Kirill, you can sing next to Dima and
listen to him carefully!

So, the choir practice began and James was amazed at the beautiful tone of
the boys and moved by Pasha and Dima's singing.  It was remarkable that
Pasha could still sing so beautifully considering his advanced condition.
James could help but think about the last time he and Pasha (then 12-years
old) had been together in the woods.  Perhaps we should turn back the story
to that last night in the camp to reveal exactly what happened!