Date: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 05:38:36 +0400
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject:  Russian Choirboy Pubes Chapter 21

		     Russian Choirboy Pubes Chapter 21

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Thanks again for the feedback and suggestions.  I have been asked what
became of Nikita, little Dima's cousin, who last appeared in the banya
scene some months ago.  Of course, he is at the camp, as can be seen from
the room lists in the last chapter, but he has remained in the background.
However, he is sharing a room with Michael, Jack and Victor, so it is time
he re-entered our story.  Nikita is not yet fourteen, just a few months
younger than his cousin, but as you will remember he was last seen sporting
long black hairs on his balls which resembled a straggly beard.  His pubic
region had been completely smooth but he was spunking strongly.  He is an
attractive boy with a pale complexion and light-brown hair.  Over the past
months he has advanced into puberty more strongly than Dima and has grown
considerably, now being rather on the skinny side as a result of his sudden
growth.  The camp doctor has told him that she is expecting him to gain
some weight at the camp and that he should eat more to compensate for his
growth.

		 Fucking Puberty: Nikita, Dima and Misha!

So the boys began the full rehearsal.  It was wonderful to see how the tone
of the English quickly improved to blend with that of our Russian friends.
The only problem was the boys whom Ms Barnes had been training as altos,
tenor and basses.  They really did not blend in at all; in fact they stuck
out like a finger, spoiling the ensemble.  Dima determined to do something
about it, as they could not possibly perform a concert which included these
voices.

"What can we do with Andrew, and these boys?" he discussed with Artem, when
they had a little time together in Dima's room when James was not there.

"Well, I think, to be honest, that these boys are not well trained.  They
have never had good voices, so they have lost all ability to sing soprano,
if they ever did possess it.  But note how quickly Jack and Michael
improved when they were singing with us: it's not too late for them.  Maybe
Andrew and the others could sing soprano too.  After all, we could all sing
bass if we wanted too: except little Dima of course and the young kids."

"I don't know, Artem," Dima replied, stroking the boy's hair and then
sitting with his arm round his shoulder.  "I think they could sing soprano,
but I don't think it's in their psychology to do that, especially with this
Ms Barnes here."

"Ok, I agree about Andrew, Dimka; he may not want to, but leave the others
to Pasha, Igor and me.  Oh, and, Dimka; perhaps you had better not touch me
so much when we are with these English people.  They may think it a bit
odd, especially that Barnes woman.  I already saw her looking at you
strangely when you had your hand on my leg when we were sitting talking to
some of the English boys.  I'm sure she suspects something.  I gave her a
fucking dirty stare, I can tell you!  The English boys don't like her at
all and they tell me she is a lover only of women!"

"Good for you; and it's okay, Artem, I'll not embarrass you in public,"
Dima replied.  "In any case you are growing up now and shouldn't be treated
like a child."

"Don't be silly, Dimka, you don't treat me such.  I am your best friends,
but I know what you mean," he said, giving his friend a kiss on the cheek,
after which he told Dima all about the encounter with Jack and Pasha.

"Don't you think it's rather dangerous for Pasha and Jack, Artem?  Tell
them to be careful.  It could get James into a lot of trouble if they were
found out," he tried to explain to his young friend.

"Okay, I understand, but you know what Pasha is; he's not actually very
controlled, is he?"  The two then discussed the problem of Pasha, and how
it would be very difficult for him in Russia if he became openly `blue'.
If he were discreet, all would be well, but if not and he took on an
appearance of this condition he would find himself in such trouble.

"We'll have a talk with him, Artem.  After all, he's only 13, so the
problem is not huge now, but as he gets older, it could well be.  It's up
to us to try to protect him," Dima confided.

"Yes, that's what I told him last night, Dimka.  Don't worry.  I think he
will be okay.  Do you think he will always be `blue'?  I told him so last
night.  Maybe I shouldn't have said that, as he could change."

"It doesn't matter what you said.  You said it in love, so he will be
happy.  Yes, it's possible he may grow out of it, but equally possible that
he will not."

Just at that moment, James came into the room looking rather agitated.

"What's the matter, James?" asked Dima, wondering whether he should take
his hand off Artem's knee, where it had been resting naturally.  "Are you
okay? Come and sit down; do you want Artem to leave?"  Artem got up from
the bed, as if to politely go so that the two men might have a private
conversation; but James motioned for him to sit down.

"It's okay, Artem; there is nothing private and I should like your opinion
too, if you are able to give it," he said, sitting down.  Artem offered to
make some tea and got up to fill the kettle from the carboy of water in the
corridor outside.  He quickly returned, and James told of his unpleasant
encounter with Ms.  Barnes after the choir practice.  She had not been
pleased by the disappearance of two boys from her group, especially of
Michael, whom she said she was training to sing tenor now.

"I told her that I had agreed with her before we came to the camp but now,
after hearing your boys and soloists sing I have equally agreed to their
request to train with Artem and the boys."

"But what is it to do with her, anyway?"  Dima asked.  "You are the
choirmaster and not her. I would not let anyone dictate to me how I train
my boys to sing."

"In any case, the sound she is training them to make is terrible, if you
don't mind my saying so," Artem interjected.  "But maybe we should find
some diversion for her!"

This useful suggestion of Artem's was eagerly taken up by Dima who asked
James what he thought the woman's weakness was.

"Don't worry, I'll ask the guys to find out," Artem announced.  "She's
living with Olga and Masha" [the two Russian team leaders and assistants],
so we shall see what we can find out from them.

Just at that moment, Little Dima came into the room followed by Nikita, his
cousin.  He apologised for bursting in when he saw the three in deep
conversation, but it was okay, as they had come to a natural conclusion.
He'd come to ask Dima if they could arrange a soccer game with the sports
camp which was sharing the facility.

"Yes, you can arrange it after lunch," boys, Dima replied.  Just at that
moment they heard the call of Olga to go to lunch in the canteen, so all
made ready to go.  By now, the English boys were getting used to the food
and actually feeling healthier and less tired, especially after eating a
good breakfast.  Now for lunch there was very tasty soup, bread, followed
by a dish of chicken and salad, and natural juice to drink.

After lunch, Nikita went to the captain of the sports camp and announced
his team.  Artem was not a footbalist and so would not play, but Jack,
Andrew, Peter, Josh, Michael, Christian, Adrian, Pasha, Dima and Danil were
keen and had been selected by Nikita, who would be captain.  The rest would
either come to watch the game or do another activity arranged by Olga and
Masha .  Artem decided to go with them so that he might talk to her about
the Barnes woman with whom they were sleeping.  Nikita's English was just
good enough to give basic instructions to his English friends, so when they
met the opposition on the sports' ground, all was prepared.

"Fucking hell," Andrew remarked to his friends, when they saw the
opposition.  "They look really good.  Look at the way they move on the
field, and look at the strength in their legs!" Nikita tried to explain
that these boys were almost professions and trained every day at a sports'
school.  And so it proved.  It was a really hard time for our friends, as
thirteen goals were scored against them during a very intensive match.  But
it was so great for them to match their strength against the professionals,
and by the end quite a bond of respect had been built.

At the end of the match, their captain, a tall and athletic blond boy of
about 14 came up to our friend and spoke in English with quite a good
accent.  His name had already been announced as Misha.

"Oh, we are so glad to play against English natives.  You played so well
against us, he said, putting his arms round his new friends.  "Come, let's
make a photo together."

Soon, all were in a compact group for the photographs, and Pasha had the
opportunity of pressing close to a fucking sexy 12-year-old and stroking
Jack's soft bottom.

"Hey, guys, come and wash with us," Losha said.  He was the tall blond
13-year-old with the full bush whom the boys had met in the shower on the
first night.  "We really liked your singing," he added to Pasha and
Nikita. "You are really professionals!"

"Nikita will sing solos in the next concert," Pasha replied. "He's just
joined our number as a soloist, and he wants to practise for our concert we
shall give at the end of the camp" he added as the boys went back to their
corpus to fetch their wash bags and towels.

"That was a fucking great but hard game, Nikita announced to his friends in
English as they reached the bath house, which was already steaming from
inside.  The boys from the sports' camp had reached it before them, so when
our friends entered, the changing room was already full of boys in various
states of undress.  Some had already put off their clothes and were in the
shower room.  It was an open room containing twelve showers, so there was
plenty of room, and even then boys could share a shower when it became
crowded.

"Hi, guys," Misha called to his English friends. "Put off your clothes and
join us.  I'll wait for you."  It still rather shocked our English boys to
see an attractive boy standing quite naked and unselfconscious, watching
them as they got undressed.  Although he was 14 he was still completely
smooth, although his balls were well developed and his penis of
considerable girth and length with the tip of the head just looking out of
the foreskin, which looked well stretched.

"Fucking spunker," Jack thought, as he took in the sight.  But, fucking
puberty! – his attention was soon taken by Nikita himself as the boy
lowered his shorts, displaying a considerable bulge in his blue briefs.

"How's your fucking beard growing," Pasha whispered, referring to the long
pubes he had seen on the boy's balls some months ago.

As if to oblige, Nikita swiftly removed his briefs revealing a FUCKING BUSH
of thick proportions which now completely covered pubic region, coupled
with long black hairs on his balls, which were hanging low in the sac.  His
elder cousin, little Dima, (as we know, completely smooth) gave the beard a
quick tug, much to Jack's shock, who was watching intently.  Suddenly, Jack
noticed that he had become completely erect, the foreskin retracting
automatically and his penis so obviously in a state of excitement.  He
became embarrassed and wanted to cover himself.

"Don't worry, Jack, just let it be," Nikita added, admiring Jack's swollen
head and think pubes as they walked to the shower.

"Fuck, do you think Jack's gay?" his English friends whispered to each
other, as they entered the shower room where they were shocked to see three
of their Russian friends openly wanking in the shower. One boy was sitting
on a wooden stool under the shower slowly fingering the head of his penis.
He was a dark 12-year-old and just sporting a few pubes.

"Guys, give me some soap, I want to get the skin back further," he called
to his friends who were running about the room, some in a state of
erection.

"Guys, don't shock our English friends," Misha called, but not very
convincingly.  "Sorry, they are a bit stupid today," he said in English.
However, the very fact that Andrew did not seem to object and had started
to become hard himself encouraged Josh and the other English boys to relax
their inhibitions further and to join in the fun.

Pasha walked into the shower room, his heavy balls stretching far down his
leg in the heat of the steam, his penis swinging from side to side as he
walked.  When he saw the boys in a state of excitement he started to finger
the head of his penis bringing himself to a state of erection.

Nikita, meanwhile, was sharing a shower with Jack who was still hard having
got over his initial embarrassment.  Just at that moment, Misha called
over.

"Hi, guys, let's have a competition in our two teams.  Take a partner from
the other team and we can have wanking competitions."

"Is he fucking serious," Josh said to Christian, both of whom were still a
little doubtful about joining in the fun.  But Andrew reassured them both.

"It's okay; remember, we are in Russia, so let's enjoy ourselves away from
the England!"  "Pity Artem is not here, we would win this easily," Pasha
called to his friends in Russian.  "But come on, boys; let's see if the
English boys are strong spunkers.

"Okay," Pasha called back, but it must be evenly matched," and he went on
to explain that bush must be matched with bush, young pubes with young
pubes, and smooth spunkers with smooth spunkers.

"Where the fuck are the bald spunkers?" Misha asked, looking round the
English and Russian boys.  It was true, that every boy was sporting pubes
to various degree; but then he caught sight of Dima in his smooth state of
puberty, and so he was paired with Dima.

Eventually everyone had chosen his partner, even Christian and Josh, who
were now beginning to enjoy themselves.  Two chairs were wrought from the
other room and set up in the centre so that the two contestants could sit
opposite.  First Misha and Dima sat down, their legs almost touching.
Misha's heavy balls were resting on the seat of the chair, whereas Dima's
smaller sac was drawn up closer to his body.  Not a fucking hair was to be
seen on either of the two boys bodies.

"So, guys, take hold of your partner's penis and pull the skin back as far
as possible," Pasha commanded, as all gathered round.  Misha gently took
Dimas erection into his hand and was surprised to see how far back and with
what ease the foreskin retracted.  Dima, likewise, slipped the skin back on
Misha's much fatter penis, completely exposing the head.  After some
minutes of steady and slow wanking, both boys were in a state of extreme
agitation.

"Now, wank yourselves to the finish!" Pasha commanded, as Misha and Dima
switched to ministering to their own needs.  Misha's erection was so huge
that he was able to bend down and give himself a quick suck before
continuing.

"Go,go, go, Misha," called his supporters as the boy screwed up his toes as
he felt the spunk rising in his balls.  He was now wanking just the head
with his right hand, his left wanking the long shaft.  Meanwhile, Dima was
wanking wildly and moaning as his intense orgasm started to build.
"Fucking wanker," Dima; take it easy," called Pasha as the boy almost lost
control, the boy's penis more erect than ever he had seen it.  Suddenly
Dima's whole body shook and he let out a high pitched scream, followed by
"FUCKING CLASSSSSNAAAA" and another scream as a torrent of creamy spunk
shot from his penis, hitting Misha on the chin.  Dima fell off the chair to
the floor where he lay on his back, while another stream of spunk shot from
his throbbing penis.

"Fucking spunker, Dimka.  That was great: two orgasms at once," his friends
congratulated him.  Dima meanwhile, lay moaning:

"Oh my fuck!  Oh my fuck!  That was the best I have had," he said, getting
to his feet to watch Misha come also to a crashing orgasm.  Suddenly they
heard a noise in the other room as someone entered.

"Quick, guys: go to the showers and wash.  It's the guards!"  Nikita
called.  And it was so: they had heard the loud screaming and had come to
see if anyone was hurt.  One of the guards came into the shower room where
all was now normal.  So the rest of the competition had to be postponed
until another day.  But it was agreed that the choirboys had won that round
of the game.


Comments and suggestions would be welcome to Vanya.