Date: Wed, 15 May 2013 12:38:38 +0400
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes pt 11 An Interlude with Artem and Pasha

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Part Eleven



An Interlude with Artem and Pasha

Artem had just returned from the presentation in Moscow where he had sung
in concert before the President at the ceremony
at which his grandfather and Vova had received their medals. He was a
very proud boy, and had sung even better than at
any other time. He was now a boy soprano at the height of his powers, his
voice still retaining something of the innocence
of boyhood with all the maturity, range, depth, expression and power of
an adult singer.  In fact, his voice now surpassed
that of any woman soprano, especially in ease of production and range,
which encompassed the top c in fine and unforced
tones and the rich and notes of the contralto singer.


They had all returned to his grandfather's apartment where they had had a
great supper with Dima, of course.
Dima had an early appointment, so Artem returned home alone after the
celebrations. His mother was away on business still,
so he had the apartment to himself. He felt a little flat after the great
excitement of the past. As we know, Artem still
retained much of his boyish looks and his speaking voice, at fourteen,
was still unbroken; so despite his thickening pubes
he was hopeful that he might have another year as a boy soprano.


As he sat at his computer, Artem reflected on his confused emotions. His
deep love for his frend Dima (thirty years his senior)
was a great comfort to him. Less than a year ago, when the choir had been
formed and Dima had become his teacher and then close friend, Artem had
been a normal, if somewhat confused, Russian boy in early puberty. Some
months before that, he had had
a rather strange experience with a girl a year his senior who had been
very eager to take advantage of the poor, fatherless boy.
She had obviously noticed the 12-year-old's even then impressive bulge in
his school trousers, and had taken advantage of his innocence.


One afternoon, after school, this girl - whom we shall not name - had
lured Artem into an empty room and taken him into her arms.
The twelve-year-old boy had easily become aroused as she drew him close,
placing her hands first on his smooth silky buttocks, and then. feeling
his arousal, placing her left hand on his growing penis before unzipping
his trousers and exposing his throbbing erection and peeling back the
still tight foreskin.

Instinctively the boy had known how to perform as she took his penis into
her mouth and sucked the tender head; and this first experience  had made
the boy ecstatic with joy as he felt his young spunk rising from his
balls for the first time.

"Oh my fuck, what is happening?" he had thought, as he moaned
quietly,thinking not about the girl, but about the boys in his class who
excited him. Being a well brought up boy, he had felt rather ashamed as
he shot his first watery spunk into her mouth, but then immediately
wondered what it would be like to do the same to his cute friends now
entering puberty.


Before that day, Artem had wanked only irregularly, but from then on he
took delight in his new-found experience. He had begun compiling his
famous list of the pubertal development of his friends, and his rather
tight foreskin became by the day easier to retract; and by the time Artem
had joined the choir, he was thickly spunking and just getting his first
downy pubes, as we witnessed in the first part of our story.

Now, almost a year later, his mind focused mainly on his comrades, and
his great emotional love for Dima! He was a highly-sexed boy and at this
moment in our story, he was arousing himself by updating his list of
choirboy puberty. He sat in just his briefs at his computer, and was just
beginning to wank when he had a message that Pasha was online.

"Paska, come on Skype," Artem wrote; and soon both boys were
communicating:

"What you doing, Artem?" Pasha asked. "Wanking?"

"Pashka, turn on your camera, if you are alone," Artem commanded.

So, after each had ascertained that the other was alone, they turned on
their cameras. Artem told Pasha about the ceremony at which he had been
presented to the president himself in Moscow.


"Fuck, Artem, you are so lucky," Pasha added. "Ive had nothing to do all
day except school and my hometasks. But if you are updating you stupid
list, as you say you are, you can add something about me," he added
mischievously.


"Tell it, tell.  What is it?" Artem added. At that, Pasha stood up from
the chair on which he was sitting. He was wearing just
his white cotton trunks which helped support his ample balls and thick
penis. Slowly he lowered the band of his trunks
revealing his pubic region.

"Fucking puberty, Pasha," Artem shouted! "Are those hairs??!

Pasha brought the high definition camera close to the base of his penis
so that Artem could clearly see the many small but very dark hairs
spreading across the boy's pubic region.

"Fucking wanker, Pashka; you have me hard already.  Show your balls. Any
hair there yet?"

Pasha carefully examined his well-descended testicles and found two hairs
at the very base of the left ball sac.

"Pasha, Pasha, pull the skin back and start wanking," Artem said as he
stood up fingering his own swollen head, the skin
fully back.

Pasha did likewise, the thick helmet of his head popping out excitingly.
And so the two choirboys spent the next twenty minutes wanking and in
excited conversation about the boys on Artem's updated list.

"I saw the twins, Vlad and Vova in the showers after sport today," Pasha
added. "Fuck, you should see their bushes now, thick and almost covering
their balls. It's a wonder they can still sing but they have great voices
still, haven't they?

"Yes, yes, they do," Artem replied, updating his list; "Did you see if
the had more hair under the arms?

"Fuck, yes; both have quite thick tufts, and they are just 12 now, I
think!  And you should see the hair on their fucking legs!"

"Fucking spunkers," Artem replied as he alternated between wanking and
updating the details. "There soon won't be any smooth boys over 12 left
in our choir at this rate, except for little Dima! There are the the boys
in the junior school, of course, but even some of those have pubes ....."

"Fuck, yes,-  I've  been wanking at the thought of those 10-year-old
spunkers ever since the banya,"  Pasha interupted.  "Any news about
Igor?"

" Well, I have him on my list as details needing updating. I'd forgotten
about him, as he's rather quiet but has a rather nice voice. He's in the
7B class and 13 now. We can look him up in the canteen tomorrow if you
like. He was smooth at the last sighting.

"Doubt he will be now, as his voice is quite deep and he looks a
candidate for a bush, but we must check, you are right!" Pasha remarked.

And with that both boys wanked wildly,  and came closer to climax. Pasha
suddenly shot such a mess on the floor that he had to rush to get a
cloth.  Artem, meanwhile got so excited that he almost collapsed off his
chair as he came, but managed to catch most of his spunk in a mug which
he kept for the purpose on his desk!  When both boys had been younger,
 it had not been a problem catching the clear spunk, but now Pasha
especially had a real problem as sometimes his outlets were so copious
and
often came at embarrassing times without stimulation. Only that day when
the boy was in the metro he had seen an very hot 12 year old from the
cadet school waiting on the crowed platform in his stunning uniform and
sailor's cap, a story Pasha took delight in relating to Artem, sparing no
details.

"Fucking puberty!" the boy had thought, as his eyes took in the sight of
the blue navy uniform on the platform that day. The long slender legs,
the ample bottom outlined by the close fitting silky trousers had aroused
Pasha to such a degree that his trousers tented embarrassingly.  He came
close to the boy and brushed his penis across the left buttock, feeling
the warmth of the skin beneath.  The boy was not tall so when the train
arrived, Pasha positioned himself so that he was right behind him as the
crowd got into the wagon. A few seconds later, Pasha's penis was sinking
into the soft material of the cadet's bottom, and fund its mark between
the two full buttocks.

The boy had offered no resistance and soon Pasha shot blast after blast
of hot spunk into his pants. Fortunately, he had been wearing his white
cotton briefs which took most of the load, but he felt the spunk first
dripping down his left leg and then seeping through his black trousers,
so he withdrew from the cadet, not wanting to make a mess on his
trousers. He had managed to get home unnoticed and clean himself and his
clothes before his mother came home, but not before wanking again at the
thought of the excitement.

"Did you really spunk all over him?" Artem giggled, as Pasha related the
story.

"I don't think he fucking noticed, even!" Pasha replied; "if he did, I
bet he thought it was someone's umbrella!"

"If he did notice he must have been enjoying it well enough," Artem said,
as they prepared to close for the night. Pasha's mother had just returned
and was ordering him to bed.

And so Artem slept soundly that night in expectation of more excitement
on the morrow.

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