Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2014 19:29:35 +0400
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes 23

Russian Choirboy Pubes       Chapter 23


This story contains scenes of a mild sexual nature and if you are not
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Little Dima

I have had several messages of encouragement and help in getting things
right as far as the English boys are concerned, and requests to tell more
about little Dima and the Russian boy who made many people very hot.

In the last episode we left our boys in the changing room where they had
found James Mason, the English choirmaster who had gone to have a quiet
shower whilst everyone was at the disco. If he had known what had been
taking place there, he would certainly have wanted to view the spectacle.
The boys had been quite excited, as we read, because of the hot girls they
had been dancing with, and in the case of some, we know that the activity
had gone much further.

 So, before we continue our story and tell write about the downfall of Ms
Barnes, the feminist Englishwoman, we will (as requested) speak more of
Little Dima.

  Dima is 14-years-old, fair, small but growing and boyish and – FUCKING
PUBERTY! - so sexy As he advances into puberty he becomes more beautiful
every day As you know, the boy had been hotly wanking at least twice a day
for the past few months.  He'd first started dry wanking at the age of
eleven and his first watery spunk had been produced at the age of twelve in
bed whilst fucking his pillow.  For a long time, his spunk had remained
clear and watery and easily absorbed into his briefs when he wanked, which
wasn't all that often.  But since he had joined the choir and got himself
involved with the other boys, he had developed a regular routine, and now
he had passed the age of fourteen his urges have become all consuming. His
balls had matured greatly over the months we have known him and were now
quite bulbous but very shapely and he was still devoid of a single hair.
But his penis had also grown and it was no longer the boyish member it once
was, but now was long, shapely and easily aroused.  Constant wanking had
loosened the skin considerably and now the head, which had gown fatter than
the shaft, was slightly exposed even when soft and the skin slid back
unaided when aroused.  Until he was thirteen he never really pulled the
skin back and it was only after the wanking sessions with Artem and the
boys that he had learned to completely expose the head.

 Like most Russian boys Dima had unrestricted access to his computer, and
he could normally be alone in his apartment for at least two hours every
day after school. So, he would arrive home and quickly strip himself to his
underpants, sit at his computer and go to is favourite porno sites.  First
he would click on some photos and then choose a video.  As he sat at his
computer, he would resist the temptation to touch himself for as long as
possible, enjoying the feeling of becoming more and more aroused. As he
hardened, he would feel the skin slipping back inside his briefs and the
sensation of the swelling penis moving upwards towards the waistband, the
sensitive head rubbing against the soft material.  After around ten minutes
of watching the video, he would gently lower his briefs, exposing the
swollen helmet, which was hard against his stomach.

 He would then gently touch the head with his fingers, letting out the
first of a series of moans as the wonderful sensation surged through his
body.  His heart would be beating fast as he closed his computer, stood up
and removed his briefs. His ample balls would be drawn up and his swollen
penis, like a hot poker flat against his stomach.  He would than throw
himself on his bed and fuck his pillow for a few seconds, moaning loudly,
just like he'd done when he was younger.  However, in the past months his
spunk had become white and thick and his orgasms ever more powerful and he
had to be careful where he spunked!  He was not a quiet wanker and his
breath would be heavy, his movements wild as he turned over, draw up his
legs , took his penis in his hand, begin wildly wanking, pulling he skin
back and forth over the head of his penis. .  As he felt the spunk raising
his breath would become short, his toes would curl, and his language in
between moans would become sexual and charged.  And as he came to a
crashing orgasm, he would almost pass out as the first shot of spunk was
fired, followed by two or three others.

 So that would be the boy's major session of the day but every night, he
would wait until everyone was asleep in the house before urgently relieving
himself, covered by his bed sheets in the hope of making little
noise. Although he greatly enjoyed his wanking sessions and the great times
with his fellow choirboys, he had been longing to fuck a girl for some
time, and had realised his dream at the camp, as we witnessed in the last
chapter.

 So back to our last meeting with Dima in the changing room at camp.  His
head was still filled by the mind-blowing experience he had had with the
girl at the disco.  It had not been difficult to persuade her to go outside
with him to a secluded spot where they had embraced.  Before he had even
pressed close to her he had felt her hand on the front of his thin
trousers.. The rest we described in the last chapter.  Now he was finishing
in the shower with just Artem, as the others had gone back to the corpus
with young Misha.

 "So, James" Artem said to the English choirmaster who had by now recovered
his composure and was finishing washing in the shower. . "We will wait for
you."  Both boys had noticed how closely James had been watching them in
the shower and how he had been stroking Misha's bottom earlier.

 "Do you see how he watches us?"  Duma said to Artem in Russian.

 "Of course. So, we can have some fun with him," Artem replied. "Let's try
to lead him on."



"Do you think he will think we blue?, Dima replied, speaking about his
choirmaster.

 "How could he think we are blue, Dima," Artem comforted.  "Just because we
fucked girls tonight doesn't mean we can't have fun.  It was my first time
too, but I'm not going to stop having fun with our friends.  Anyway; are
you ready for another wank?  Shall we see if he likes smooth boys or
bushes!!!!  We may as well have some fun!

 At this thought, little Dima's hormones started to work again and his
erection began to rise, the foreskin slipping back to expose the head.

 "Okay, I'll take that as a positive answer!" Artem said as he checked Dima
over for signs of pubic hairs.

 At this point, James came out of the shower room to join the boys who were
sitting in the changing room.  He seemed still quite embarrassed to be
naked in front of boys, or maybe to see naked boys in front of him!

 "Take it easy James," Dima said (which Artem translated into English);
"he's just checking to see if my pubes are growing!".

 "Oh, it's nice of you both to wait for me," James said, as he stood there,
dripping wet from the shower and not believing his eyes as he beheld Dima's
erection. He really couldn't decide who was the most sexy: Artem with his
large penis, hanging balls and thick bush or little Dima!

 "Why aren't you dressed already, boys?  You must be cold."

 "We were just talking about the concert at the end of the camp," Dima
lied, drying his hair with his towel.

 "No, we were talking about sex," Artem teased, drying his pubes with his
towel, his penis beginning to rise.

 "So, boys, what classes are you in a school?" James asked, trying to make
conversation, and to control himself.

 "We'll both be in the 8 th class," Artem replied. "But Dima is in a
parallel class, because he is stupid," he teased.

 James was surprised to hear that Dima was in the same class, as he looked
much younger.

 "So you are both fourteen; that's interesting," James went on, comparing
the development of the boys.

 "Yes, Dima is still a baby,see how he has no pubes yet," Artem teased,
looking closely at Dima's balls.

 This was too much for James, who was fast becoming erect.

 At this point, we must take up the story from James's point of view.  We
know from past chapters that he had a close interest in boys, and had
watched his son closely as he progressed in puberty.  In fact, although he
had a very god relationship with his wife, if was adolescent boys that
really attracted him. His son Christian was constantly exciting him
especially as he had heard him wanking several times at night.  But things
had always been difficult in Britain and more so recently; so he was
utterly amazed by the free and affectionate behaviour of our Russian
friends.  It was very difficult for him even to see a naked boy in his own
country, so he could not have believed his fortune when he managed to see
so many in so few days in Russia.  He was utterly besotted with several of
the boys: Misha the little boy with the bush; Artem the soloist with the
biggest penis in the choir; the twins with their fucking bushes and hairy
legs, Igor with his facial hair, and OMF Pasha with his huge smooth ball
and sparse pubes.  Now he was confronted with little Dima, so hotly erect
in front of him and the ever-charismatic Artem, so boyish in his face, but
– fucking puberty! ´- so sexy.

 "So, boys, did you enjoy the disco?" he asked.

 "Yes, thanks, and I think Christian enjoyed it too.  Did he tell you?"
Artem replied, referring to James's son.

 "I'm glad you are looking after him, and thanks for that.  I don't want
him to think his father is round him all day.  He must make friends."

 "Well, Dima is already looking after him, aren't you Dimka? He asked,
thinking about the condom Dima had sold to Christian before the disco.
"Dima, you look so stupid there" he said (referring to his erection); "are
you going to wank it or put on your clothes?"  He said this in English and
then repeated it in Russian.  Meanwhile, Dima was massaging his swollen
penis with his towel.

 "Come on guys!" Dima replied. "Let's have a quick wank and get back.  I'm
tired!"  With that, and to James's amazement, Dima sat on the bench and
started fully wanking.  James just watched open mouthed as the boy came to
his usual crashing climax, and was utterly amazed when he fell back onto
the floor after shooting his spunk in two blasts so strongly.  Because of
their recent ejaculation, neither boy was at his best, and Artem didn't
manage to hit the roof.  James was shocked and suddenly rushed off to the
toilet, as if he hadn't seen anything, where he was able to spunk strongly
in private.



"Fucking classna!!!!!!"  Dima said to Artem.  "Do think we frightened him?"



"Maybe he thinks we will tell Ms Barnes!"  Artem replied.  But don't worry.
The secret is safe with our two boys!!!

 At that moment James came back and tried to behave as if nothing had
happened.  He quickly changed and said he had to hurry back, leaving Dima
and Artem in the changing room alone

 "Okay, so tomorrow we deal with that Barnes woman.  We have our plans, so
let's hope they are successful," Dima said to Artem, as they walked, arm in
arm back to the corpus, where they were scolded by the guards for being out
so late.

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Ivan Ivanocich