Date: Sun, 02 Jun 2013 18:59:26 +0400
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes pt 12- Fucking Spunkers

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Part 12 -  Fucking Choirboy Spunkers


The day following the successful presentation in Moscow, Dimityy Petrov was
called to the office of the director of the school Marina Alexandrovna. who
congratulated him on the choir's achievements and also discussed details of
the choir camp that would take place at the end of the academic year.  For
some weeks, Dima had been planning a camp for his boys.  As westerners may
not know, many Russian children go away to camp for several weeks during
the long three months' summer holidays.  The director had managed to obtain
some funding for this venture, which would be held in a children's camp
some distance from the city.

In the mornings there would be singing lessons and practice followed by
sporting, and many creative activities in the afternoons and evenings, with
a grand concert at the end of the season in the local House of Culture

Some weeks earlier, Dima had had the idea of inviting to the camp boys from
other choirs in the area and even abroad, and there had been some interest.

"So far, we have signed agreements with the parents of seven boys from a
mixed choir in a closed town, who are keen to join our camp as they wish to
sing with other boys," Marina told Dima. "So you will have thirty of our
own boys plus these seven. I have also had an enquiry from a choir director
in the United Kingdom who has heard of your work.  He runs a small choir
which has become rather successful, apparently, and is interested in
bringing a group of his boys to the camp, as he wishes to study our
methods."

Dima was very excited at the prospect of having some English boys at the
camp, but the director was not so sure about the practicalities.

"They do not speak any Russian, which will be a problem,but having such
boys will greatly assist our English-teaching programme," she explained.
"Please contact this director and explain to him that from our point of
view he and his boys would be very welcome, and that our administration
would have no problem in issuing visas, so let's see if it is possible for
them."

Marina gave Dima a copy of the letter she had received and asked Dima to
read it to her more correctly in Russian.  The letter explained that the
choir had been seen recently on British T.V. in connection with the first
concert they had given and that the director of this English choir was very
interested in coming to Russia.

"That's great, Marina Alexandrovna; I'll send him an e-mail this morning,
asking if we can speak in Skype later today.  See, he gives his Skype
address too."  And so, it was agreed and Dima went to his room to send an
e-mail.

"Artem, will you help me communicate with an Englishman?" Dima asked, as he
saw the boy in the canteen at the long break. Pasha can come too, but his
English is not as good as yours," he added, explaining to Artem about the
proposal to include some English boys at the summer camp.

"Oh, it will be very great," he replied; "Of course I will help." Seeing
Pasha enter the canteen, he called to him: "Pasha: come to my home after
lessons.  We want to Skype an English choir director.  Pasha's eyes lit up
, but at that moment he caught sight of young Igor looking for a table to
sit with his food.

"Hi, Igor, come and sit with us," Pasha called, catching Dima's eye, who
had not seen Igor.
  "Hi, colleagues; good day, Dimitry Petrov, I am very gald to see you.
It's strange I should see you just now, as only just this morning my mother
confirmed that she has asked for a ticket for our camp, so I will be able
to go after all.
  We must explain why Igor has little appeared in our story so far; he had
had a serious illness and had been away from school for several months.
Having just returned, he was keen to take up his position in the choir
again.
  "That's great news, Igor," Dima added, observing Igor closely as he put
his food down on the table.  He had matured much in the time he had been
away from the school. He was a slim, medium- sized, boy of 13 years, very
smartly dressed in new black trousers which were loose-fitting around the
front, shirt, tie and waistcoat.  His bottom was not as full and round as
some of the others and there was no evident sign of a bulge in the front,
although the cut of the material was full and could well be concealing an
ample development.  Fucking Puberty!  - he had developed into a sexy boy
since Dima had last seen him, but remained quite small and boyish in
appearance As he sat down opposite Dima, and next to Pasha (whose penis was
becoming dangerously enlarged at the sight) it was possible to observe his
face closely. He had farily short, jet-black hair and a pale complexion,
perhaps a result of his recent illness.  Above his lip were quite visible
dark hairs which had never been shaved, and his chin was sprouting just a
few wispy tufts!  Very excitingly, his speaking voice was deep and
baritone. All of which much excited the penis of Dimitry Petrov

"So, Igor, we shall be very glad to have you back, providing, of course
that you can still sing soprano; you have missed a lot of exciting events,"
Dima explained. "The choir has really bonded together very well."

"Will you come back to my place after school. Igor" Artem suggested. "Pasha
and I are are going to practise a duet, and Dima wants us to talk to the
director of the choir in England who hope to bring boys to our camp.

"Oh, my English is so bad," Igor replied. "But I would like to have some
practice and also to hear you two guys sing."

"Yes, do come," added Dima.  "I can test your voice. You have not sung for
some time and your voice will need some special care at this time, as your
speaking voice has hardened. Before your illness you were developing a fine
voice."
           So, it was agreed that Igor call his mother to tell her he would
have a singing lesson that day and would be home after dinner.  Meanwhile
Dima went to his class as it was the end of the break.  As he walked along
the corridors of the Junior School, where he would take a lesson, he
admired the many ample bottoms of the ten and eleven year old boys,
splendidly dressed in their close fitting sliky trousers.  Some ran to
greet him and he stroked first their shoulders as they walked with him and
then moved his hand down to the sexy bottoms.  He was now walking with a
young eleven-year-old spunker named Peter who, Dima throught,
  must certainly be getting pubes, judging from the signs of puberty in his
face, and despite his completely unhardened voice.

"Fucking wanker!"  thought Dima as he walked down the corridor caressing
the hot boy's right buttock.

"Dimitry, Petrov, do you think I could try for the choir next year?" the
boy asked, looking up at Dima.  "Yes, of course, Peter; you can come for an
audition tomorrow before the end of the academic year.  If you pass, you
can enter the choir in September.  "It's possible we may to lose some of
the older boys in September, Peter, as their voices may harden over the
summer".

So it was arranged that young Peter would audition the next day.  But for
now Dima hastened to his class.  It was a hot day in May, one of the
warmest days of the year so far, and when Artem and Pasha came up to his
room at the end of the school day they were rather warm and out of breath.

"Igor will be here in five minutes, Dimka," Artem said.  "Pashka, tell Dima
about your little problem after lunch."

"Fuck yes, Dima; you know, I got so hard while we were talking to Igor at
lunch that I was almost spunking; so I just couldn't get up from the table,
it was so terrible.  So I had to wait about ten minutes for it to go down."

"What did you do, Pasha, rush to the toilet?" Dima asked, already getting
hard himself as he imagined the sight of young Pasha sporting a huge
erection showing in his trousers."

"No, of course not.  You know the toilets in our school have no doors, so
it's impossible to wank there, as anyone might come in.  So, when I had
gone a bit softer we went down to the basement where these is a little room
for cleaning equipment, but it was locked!  So I just took it out and
wanked it at the bottom of the stairs, Artem keeping watch."

"Fuck, it was funny, Artem, added.  "He came after about ten strokes and
You should have seen the mess on the floor: it's still there, I bet! We
just managed to get to our classes a few minutes late.  You shoud wank
before you come to school, Pasha, like I do," he continued.

"I did, but it made no, difference.  Hush, here comes Igor; let's be
careful what we say. I know he has a regular girl, so he may regard our
behavior as rather `blue'...."

At that moment, Igor entered the room, and grinned at the assembled group.

"Sorry, I am late, I had to go to the kiosk for a pie, as I was hungry,"

  All three boys, of course, were dressed in their school clothes of black
trousers, white shirt and red tie. As described before, Russian boys
usually prefer to wear close fitting trousers, and as it was the end of the
school year, both Pasha and Artem's were getting rather small for them,
despite being lengthened in the leg.  Pasha was obviously was not wearing
briefs, his penis and balls well defined against his right thigh.  As he
tucked in his shirt, head of his penis was clearly outlined in the black
material. Artem, on the other hand, because he always wore briefs, was
sporting his usual ample bulge which, despite his being completely soft,
was tenting his trousers and straining at the zip.

"Are you ready, Dimka?  Let's go," he commanded, somewhat to Igor's
surprise, who was not acquainted with the close relationship between the
two.
  As they walked downstairs, Dima ran his hand down Igor's back and onto
his soft and warm bottom, leaving it there just long enough to indicate
normal friendship.

When they arived at Artem's house, they went straight up to his apartment,
as his grandfather was still out.

"Come in, comrades, Artem invited.  " My mother will not be home before 7
o'clock, so we have lots of time.  Igor, when do you have to leave?"

"I suppose about that time, as I have some home tasks to perform for
tomorrow's lessons," he replied as they all gathered round Artem's piano.

"So, Igor, let's all do some singing exercises.  Artem and Pasha will
demonstrate, but you remember them from before."  And so, Parsha began with
Dima accompanying on the forte-piano. Igor then repeated, after he had once
again found his voice.

"Igor, you are not a baritone, sing up the octave," Artem commanded, as
Igor had begun, using his hardened voice.

"Yes, we can all sing like that," Pasha added, imitating Igor's baritone
voice.  "Sorry, guys; I'm out of practice, "he replied. But after some
banter, Igor at last found his soprano voice and was soon producing the
beautiful sound that Dima remembered from the boy.

"Take it easy at first, Igor," Dima added, "until you are used to singing
again.  In the last six months you have matured greatly and you haven't
used your singing voice; but it is still there and in time will become
strong again. It's very good that you are coming to our camp, as you will
receive the necessary practice."

Igor was very happy with this advice and relieved that his voice was still
good, as he had been afraid that it may have failed in the interim.

"No, guys, let's try to call this director James Mason.  Will you start
your computer, Artem and sign into my Skype profile."  Artem did this, as
he knew Dima's password.
            "Yes, he has accepted your friend request, Dimka; shall I call
him?  Now for you English lesson, guys!"

So the three boys and Dima gathered round the computer and soon at the
agreed time James Mason was shown to be online.


"Hell, Mr. Mason," Dima called, as the connection was made. "I'm very glad
to speak to you, but excuse my English, as we do not have the opportunity
here to communicate with native speakers very often."

After the usual pleasantries, much information was exchanged about their
respective choirs, and Dima introduced his three boys:

"Here are some of my best choir boys, and Artem is our greatest.  It was
probably he whom you saw on the television which prompted you to contact
us.

"Oh, yes, I'm very glad to see you, Artem," James said.
  Artem's English was not bad, so he was able to tell James about his
solos.

"This is Igor," he said, making Igor sit in line of the camera.  "Say
something, Igor, don't be shy."

Igor was able to mutter some words of English before relapsing into
giggles. As we discovered in the last chapter, Artem's camera was very good
and so James was able to see clearly the boys' pubertal development, and to
observe Igor's deep speaking voice.

"I expect you three boys are now singing baritone, or bass, perhaps."
James asked.

"No, no," Artem interjected, "we just have soprano voices in our choir,
although Pasha thought he was a bass some minutes ago, he joked.

"What are you saying, Artem? I don't understand," Pasha questioned.  "It's
okay, Pasha, I'll explain later," Dima reassured. "These, James, we only
have soprano boys in our choir, although we train them to sing contralto
too. With our training they may often retain the voice for several years."

James was very interested to hear this, and he explained that he had four
parts in his choir, most of the boys over the age of 12 or thirteen singing
baritone or bass.
    And so the conversation went on, Artem and Pasha even singing their
duet for James, who was astonished to hear the tone of the two boys.  So
much so that he was more determined to make the visit and requested
information about the choir camp.

"Can you give us contact details of some of your boys our age?"  Artem
asked.  "We'd very much like to communicate with them."
             "Oh, yes, please, James," Dima added, I can send
           you photos of all the boys in our choir and their vkontakte
details.  We could make a display in school."

James hesitated before explaining that he could not possibly give these
details, as it was "sensitive" information and permission would have to be
sought from parents.  Our boys thought this very strange, as here everyone
swaps details with everyone, but apparently it is not so in Great Britain.
But, it was agreed that Dima would send to James all his boys' contact
details which he could give to his boys if they were interested in
communicating. James explained that he had four boys interested in visiting
already, including his own son Peter, who was twelve years old and now
singing baritone.  Soon after that the call ended.

"How can they have fucking 12 year olds singing baritone?"  Pasha asked,
shocking Igor by his rude language in front of Dima.  "It must sound
fucking terrible.  "It's okay, Igor," Artem added. "Dimka is our great
friend, and we have no secrets, and you too can be if you want," he added
cryptically.

"I suppose it's because they are singing in their hardened speaking
voices," Dima replied.  "I believe it is very common now, but not correct
technique of course and rather dangerous; but I am most concerned how these
boys would blend with our choir and spoil the tone."

"You mean that all their fucking boy sopranos are smooth and hardly
spunking," Igor added, grinning at Artem, to the welcome shock of the
others.  Obviously Igor was not as prudish as they had thought.  "If that
were the case in our choir, I could never have joined it as I've had pubes
for over two years," he added.
           "Well, I'm just getting my first pubes," Pasha stated; "So I
suppose I might just pass as a boy soprano as far as James is concerned.

"Fuck, Pasha, you mean you haven't got a bush already!  When I saw you get
hard at lunchtime I thought you must have, far more than me, in fact" Igor
said.

"Okay, Igor," Artem said.  "You are asking for it now! Let's check you
out. We are not blue or anything, and we know you are hot on girls, but if
you want to be part of our group, you must be on my list!. Dimka, where do
you think he ranks on the list?"

"Well, Igor, I would say you would be "Thickly spunking with a fucking
bush.  I am I right?  "That's for you to find out!" replied Igor cheekily!
"Okay, you fucking spunker, let Dima check you out," Pasha retorted,
groping with his hand over the front of Igor's loose-fitting trousers. "Not
much there, Dimka, I bet he's still smooth," he continued.  "Fuck, Pasha!
That hurt, you blue boy! I'm very particular who touches my balls," he
said, but with a twinkle in his eye, and grabbing Pasha's erection, which
was clearly outlined in his trousers.  "Okay, Igor: Come here and let's
have a look at you," Dima said, drawing the boy close to the chair on which
he was sitting.  Igor submitted with pleasure.

"So, let's look at your face. Despite your slight build you are showing
some signs of puberty, especially in the growth of hair, even a little on
the chin, see boys!" he said, running his fingers over the fine, silky
hairs above Igor's lip.

"Fucking, spunker, Igor; why don't you shave it?"  Pasha asked, coming
close as Dima began to unbutton the boy's shirt.  "I hadn't really noticed
it was so visible," Igor replied, as he submitted to Dima's undressing. "Do
you like it?"  Off came the shirt, and the close-fittting vest revealing -
FUCKING PUBERTY! - erect nipples surrounded by fucking chest hairs!  At the
sight of the hairs, Pasha could contain his erection no longer, unfastening
his trousers and peeling down his white trunks to release his swollen
penis, the skin of which he peeled back.  Artem, meanwhile was trying to
contain himself until he could see Igor's pubic area, but his erection was
also too great to be contained with comfort in his trousers.  "So, see the
nipples, and hair, boys: a great sign of advanced puberty.  Here, Pasha,
rub the nipple.  "Fucking puberty, Igor, you are making me hot," Pasha said
as he rubbed gently Igor's left nipple..  Meanwhile, Dima was unfastening
the boy's trousers and lowering his green briefs.  But what a fucking
surprise when his pubertal development was revealed.

"Fucking hell, Igor you're ...

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