Date: Sat, 06 Jul 2013 15:49:50 +0400
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes - 15 - Choir Camp - Preparations for English Choirboys

			Russian Choirboy - Pubes 15
	    Choir Camp – Preparing for the English Choirboys

This story contains scenes of a mild sexual nature and if you are not
allowed to read it please don't. If you are not old enough please don't. If
by reading this you are breaking any laws in your state, town, city or
country then please do not read any further. If however you do, you can
legally and want to, then read on and enjoy the story.  Please DO NOT make
copies, or post this story in any other sites without my specific
permission. Preparing for the English:

The day of the choir camp had arrived, and 25 of our Russian choirboys with
Dimitry Petrov at the head, together with two young student helpers, who
would act as leaders, were assembled at the school early in the June
morning.  The bus was loaded up with all equipment and baggage, and
everything was set to go.

  The ten English boys, with their two leaders, would arrive the following
day, giving time for all the preparations to be made for receiving them.
There had been quite a lot of discussion as how the English boys were to be
housed, and it was eventually decided that, as they knew no Russian, they
would be best put in pairs in rooms with three Russian boys.  But, as Artem
knew English, one boy would be housed with him, Igor, Pasha and Little
Dima.  So, there would be five boys to a room or, in some cases, four.
Dimitry Petrov had arranged to share a room next to these boys with the
English choir director, and Dima would act as interpreter to the group.
The accompanying female teacher from England would share with the two
female student team leaders on the second floor of the corpus.

"May I sit you on the bus, Dimka?" Artem asked, as they got ready to
leave. Pasha and Igor were already sitting together. Pasha was wearing
loose-fitting shorts and, for once, his bulge was not visible, even when he
was sitting. Artem was wearing grey jeans of a thin material, so his bulge
was rather noticeable, as usual.

"How's my best friend?"  Dima asked, stroking the boy's leg as he sat next
to him.

"Do you notice anything different about Pasha and me? "  Artem replied.

"Fucking puberty, Artem!" whispered Dima.  "You're getting quite a growth
there," he replied, stroking the hairs on Artem's upper lip.

"I've not shaved it for three weeks, and neither has Pasha, as we want to
see if we can beat Igor's, although he has never shaved his and so has the
advantage; and we want to impress these English boys by our manliness," he
joked.

As you know, both Artem and Pasha had shaved above the lip once a week for
the past few months, and were now determined to see what would grow over
the summer months.  Pasha had thick dark and beautifully curly hair, and
the hairs on his lip were very clearly visible from a distance. But it was
Igor who sported the most impressive growth.  He had never shaved, and his
rapid puberty since his first brief appearance in our story in the school
changing room was noticeable. He also had a few wispy hairs on his chin,
very soft and sexy.

"Fucking spunker" thought Dima, as he admired the boy's moustache, which
was as also as soft as down but quite thick at the edges.  Dima's thought
about the thick bush which was concealed inside a pair of attractive blue
shorts and started to get hard, and moved his hand slightly so it rested
flat on Artem's soft bulge.

"Dimka, do you want me to get hard and spunk in my jeans? "

Artem whispered in his friend's ear, moving the hand back to rest normally
on his leg.  Dima smiled and patted the boy's knee before falling asleep
during the journey.

After an hour, the boys arrived in the beautiful countryside and a little
later the village outside of which the camp is located.  As mentioned
before, this was a former Pioneer camp and comprised three living corpuses
(each of 120 capacity), a canteen, hospital, sports hall, culture hall,
showers, sports and parade ground, and an administration building – all
set in nice grounds in the forest.  Our boys would occupy one corpus
exclusively, while another camp the other two corpuses.

Upon arrival, they were greeted by the director of the camp, who issued
certain instructions and made each boy sign agreements that the rules of
the camp would be kept strictly.  Then the boys were allocated their rooms
and were allowed to take their baggage and unpack.

Artem, Pasha, Igor and Little Dima liked their room, which was on the first
(ground) floor, with a large window.  There were six beds (two single beds
and two two-stage beds), a table, wardrobe and some cupboards. The walls
were nicely painted in green, and everything was very clean.

"Well there are just two rose plugs," Dima observed; "So we must share for
charging our telephones.  Dima, take the top bed, as you are the smallest.
We'll leave the other top shelf for our English comrade!"

Soon the housekeeper arrived to tell them to collect their bedding and
towels from the linen room, and then to store their baggage in the
cupboards in the corridor.  The rooms were linked by this long corridor,
off of which was a drying room and toilets with hand basins. The showers
and banya were in a separate building some distance away. The facilities
were not modern, but not old, having been built in the early 1970's.

"You must have no meat, sausage, pasta, chips, jam or sprite in your
rooms," she told them.  "The doctor will inspect every morning and take all
contraband," she threatened.

"And eat and drink with her friends in the evening," Artem added quickly,
to the others' amusement.

"I see you are a humourist, comrade!" retorted.  " I 'll be watching you
very carefully, to be sure!"she shot back.

Outside the corpus were rather overgrown flower beds and a play area.  In
better times these would have been beautifully kept with bright flowers and
raked gravel; but the conditions were not bad at all considering.

Soon all the boys were called to a general meeting in the hall at the end
of the corridor, which was comfortably furnished with soft chairs, sofas
and some tables.

"So here is the daily timetable," Dima explained, at the meeting which
followed shortly in the hall.

9am -- Stand Up 9.15am Physical Culture 9.25am Daily Legends 9.30am
Breakfast 10am Inspection of rooms 10.15am - 12.30pm Choir and solo
practice with Dima and visiting guests.

1pm – Lunch 1.30pm -2.30pm Rest Hour followed by swimming and sports
until 4.30pm Tea 4.30 – 6pm Individual and group profiles 6.pm
Preparation for evening performance 7.pm Dinner followed by preparation for
performance 8.30pm Evening Show 10pm Second Supper and camp fire until 11pm
Bed.

Artem, Pasha, Igor and Dima had been detailed to lay the tables for lunch,
so they went to the canteen armed with the seating plan; there they put on
white coats and hats and laid 28 places at the tables, four places at each
table set aside for them.  Today the lunches was soup, salad, cutlets with
kasha, and comport to drink.  It looked very tasty, and soon everyone was
sitting down to eat.

After lunch, all the boys had to take their medical documents to the
doctors and undergo an examination.  The exact weight of each boy was
recorded and would be so again at the end of the season.  By tea time, all
was completed and it was possible to organise some sports.

"As our English friends will be arriving tomorrow, we must prepare a
welcome for them.  Artem, will prepare some items with the younger boys,
whilst we rehearse some choral items," Dima said.  "I understand they will
have some items to present to us."

After lunch there was some time to relax and our friends went to their room
to change and to rest.

"Let's go to see Dima now," Artem suggested, so they all descended on the
adjacent room, where Dima was sleeping.

"Why are you sleeping, you lazy thing?" Artem joked, sitting down on Dima's
bed, and beating him with a pillow. Little Dima, Pasha and Igor sat on the
opposite unoccupied bed.

"Don't you know how hard I work!"  Dima joked.

"You have us to do all the work, and your two assistants,"

Igor retorted, who was now used to the friendly banter that occurred in
this little inner collective.

So the friends passed the rest hour in friendly conversation and Dima told
them that he would go early in the morning with the director to meet the
foreigners from the airport and bring them to the camp.

After tea there was time to explore the territory, which was quite
extensive and to play some games organised by Sasha and Yana, the two
helpers.  After that they made some posters of welcome for their guests and
then went to dinner, after which Artem, Losha and Danil took ten of the
younger boys to train in voice production and to rehearse some Russian folk
songs, accompanied on the guitar, which he played rather well.  He had
already rehearsed his own solo with Dima before they left the school.

Amongst the younger boys there were some very hot and stunning examples of
Russian boyhood.  We have already met Andrey, Misha, and the two Sashas, of
whom we shall hear more later; and so Artem trained them in singing two
Russian folk songs and Pioneer songs in very pure tone with which to
impress our English friends.

"You mustn't sing too loudly until you have developed a good tone; remember
what Dima told you," he instructed.  "Losha, Daniel and I will sing very
softly, and you must copy. You can't sing loudly until you have developed
the voice."  Artem was a natural teacher and the boys readily obeyed him.

Dima was, meanwhile, at the piano training the older boys in some classical
numbers. Pasha and the twins were singing together when Artem returned with
the young boys to show the result of their work.

"Great, boys!  You are just in time to rehearse our English Folk Songs,
specially to welcome our guests."  And so, after some more practice it was
time for second supper and to bed.

"Shall we have a fire tonight, Dima? " Pasha asked hopefully.

"No, I think we need time to prepare it, and it will be better to have one
tomorrow when our guests arrive," was the reply. "You had all better go to
the shower to wash," Dima added, as the boys headed back to the corpus.

"Shall we go to wash now, or in the morning?" Pasha asked as they arrived
in the room.

"Let's go now, Dima replied.  "In the morning it will be busy."  With that,
the four boys took their towels and washing bags and went down the dark
path to the shower house, which was a few minutes' walk away.  It was a
large, old building, and once inside they saw the changing area comprising
long benches.

"Looks like boys are here from the other camp," Artem remarked, looking
into the half-darkness and making out six or seven sets of clothes hung on
pegs, and hearing young and partly-broken voices inside the shower room.

"Fuck, the light is so bad in here," Pasha said, taking his torch and
shining it into the changing room.  Artem hit the lamp with his hand and by
a miracle it started into action.

"See, guys, I am a magician!" he exclaimed.  The light in the shower room
was working, and hot steam was billowing through the door.  The boys were
undressing and putting on their slippers when two boys ran out of the
shower room.  They were both looked about 12 and completely smooth and
cute, although one had ripe-looking balls.  Pasha immediately noticed this
and his penis began to swell a little.

"Hi, guys, where are you from?" asked the little boy with the larger balls,
who then called to his friends in the shower.

It turned out that these boys were from the sports camp, housed in the
other corpus.  They were all 13 or 14, being of one team, so of
considerable variation in pubertal development.  Artem explained about the
choir camp and explained that foreign visitors would arrive tomorrow.

"Great, we can play football, and maybe swim with us in the village; and of
course, we want to hear your concert, if we are invited," a boy with a full
bush named Losha said.  He was a tall thirteen-year old, with well-defined
chest and – like Artem – blond.  His pubes were very attractive,
growing in over his ample balls with a thick tuft at the base of his penis
which was long and shapely, swinging from side to side as he walked. He
called in an unbroken voice to his friend, who was still washing:

"Hey, come and meet our new friends from the other camp!"  At this an
attractive and small boy joined the group.  He had a new growth of pubes
and his balls were hanging menacingly.

Just at this point, the sports master came in to the shower room to see why
his boys were so long washing.  He hurried them out, much to Pasha's
disappointment, who had taken quite a liking to these cute boys.

"Never mind, Pashka," joked Igor; "You'll have the English to play with
tomorrow!  "Did you see that spunker with the bush!  I'm sure he had been
wanking," Artem added.

"Do you think these English boys will be okay, Artem?" Pasha asked.

"Dima said we should be careful with them, guys," Artem replied.
"Seriously, don't get carried away, Pashka; we'll have to be very careful
and sound them out, especially this boy who will be sharing with us: we
don't want him blabbing rubbish to his fucking teacher."

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but if we've got to be good tomorrow,
I'm going to have to have a wank now, or I'll be spunking the sheets by
tomorrow night," Pasha declared.  "Its' okay for you Dima, you're still a
little boy," he joked.  Little Dima always took this in good part, as he
was secretly proud of his cute and smooth body.

"I'm older than you, Pasha, but, fuck, let's see who can shoot the
farthest," Dima retorted; "That's if Igor can find his penis in the thick
forest of his."

"It's bigger than yours, Dima! "Igor joked, gently massaging his soft
member to attention.

"But not as beautiful!" Dima quickly shot back.  But, fuck, guys, let's get
wanking."  And, with that command, the action began.

Judging on past form the strongest shooter would certainly be Artem.  Pasha
was a copious spunker, and no-one could beat him on that, but he did not
have the power behind his ejaculations, which seemed to gush out like a cow
being milked. Dima, of course, had the most intense orgasms of the whole
bunch!  "Stand back and let's see if you can hit the fucking roof when you
cum, Artem," Pasha suggested.

"OK comrades, this is going to be fucking powerful," Artem said, sitting on
a bench and taking his fully swollen member firmly in his fist. Pasha and
Dima sat beside him, spreading their legs. Of course, Pasha was the first
to cum. He had a really sensitive head, and was easily excited, and was
slowly touching the helmet of his penis, his skin being right back.  Soon,
a stream of thick spunk shot from his member, not powerfully produced, but
very great in volume as his balls were empted of semen.

"Fuck, Pasha; no-one would believe that, if they didn't see it," Igor said.
If you put that into a girl it would flood out of her.

"Unlike you, Igor, I don't know about fucking girls," joked Pasha.

"Maybe we should film it and put it on vkontake," Dima said, breathlessly
working up to his climax and shooting strongly and powerfully.

"Fucking CLASSNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!  He shouted as he collapsed backwards
in ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Artem and Igor were just about to cum: Igor thickly but without
much power or quantity (he had wanked twice before leaving home!); Artem
working himself wildly to a great climax and shooting his strongest.  The
first blast almost reached the roof, but the second actually hit it!.

"Fucking goal!" Pasha said as they watched their best friend do only what
he was second best at doing after singing!  "Fuck ! Who is that coming in?"
Pasha remarked, hearing the outer door open and steps inside the changing
room.  The four friends quickly composed themselves and went to the showers
to wash.

Steps approached the shower room!  "Dimka, it's you!!!!  Artem said!  "We
thought it was the guard.  Sorry, we were having some fun.

"Fun" Dima asked, with a smile.  And why not invite me?"

"Sorry, Dimka," we thought you were too tired, but Artem scored fucking
great goal.  Yu can still see it on the roof!  Next time you can join in."
The others laughed and told their friend all about it.

"Seriously, guys," be careful with these English boys, especially when
their teacher is around.  We have to sound them out, this woman who is
accompanying them sounds a bit crazy."  Dima explained.  "So, boys: now to
bed!  With that the friends walked back to the living house, Dima kissed
Artem goodnight on the cheek, and everyone went to his bad to sleep.

Early in the morning, Dima left to go to the airport.

  Comments and suggestions about the English boys to