Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2012 20:05:34 +0400
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject:  Russian Choirboy Pubes -pt six

The Concert and plans for the Banya

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  I was very happy to receive very good reports of the last chapter, which
some said was the best so far; also there were many suggestions including
that the boys should have a banya after the concert.

Concert and plans for the Banya

     As the day of the concert approached, the Director of the School
called Dima to her office to discuss the arrangements.  She explained to
him that the Mayor would introduce the proceedings in the great
Philharmonic Hall and would, in turn, introduce Dima and the choir to the
stage.

  "The boys will look very splendid in their uniforms, I am sure," she
said.  "I will attend backstage to check the tidiness of the boys, as it
would not do to have anyone badly presented, and you will have too much to
think about to be able to attend to their clothes."

The Director also said that she would have a little surprise for Dima, but
she was not prepared to elaborate further on this point.

Fortunately all the older boys' voices were strongly holding and had proved
invaluable in assisting in the training of the younger boys.  The solos had
been allocated and everyone seemed happy with the programme which would
include classical songs, in addition to folk and popular songs, ending with
the Anthem of the Russian Federation with Artem as soloist.

So the week of the concert dawned and the boys had been told to bring their
uniforms to school of inspection. Dima was looking forward to seeing his
boys dressed in their new choir uniforms of black trousers, white shirt and
red ties, and so it was that they assembled in the sports hall for their
inspection.  Dima was to supervise their changing and then the Director
would arrive for the inspection.

"I seem to remember that only some weeks ago we four were having a
different kind of inspection in this very changing room, Igor joked to
Victor as they took off their school clothes and began to put on their
uniform.

"Do not joke about this," Artem said, blushing a little.  "Dimitry
Petrovich would not like us discussing this in front of the small boys.  It
would not be appropriate.  "And if the Director should hear of our
behaviour, we should all be in some trouble."

 So, soon the boys were ready and dressed in their smart uniforms of black
trousers, white shirts and red ties fastened in pioneer style and smart
black shoes; all of this which had been sponsored by the city
administration.

The following hour passed very slowly because the Director was meticulous
is her attention to various details of choreography: how the boys should
enter, how they should stand, where they should put their hands whilst
singing, details of bowing etc.

"All these details must be correct," she demanded; "Let it not be said that
you are a group of reprobates," she added, much to the amusement of all.

"Maybe our uniforms should include hoods, so that we may look like
gopniks," Shurik joked out loud.  But the Director was not amused, giving
him very stern words, as is common, and reducing him to silence with the
added suggestion that he might like to find a place at a school where these
people are educated!

Soon the matter was forgotten and all the arrangements made, and then the
boys were free to go to their homes.  Dimitry had had a very successful
final rehearsal, and all the solos were prepared.

  So it was the day of the concert and all were assembled in the
philharmonic hall which was packed for the occasion.  Backstage, all was
being made ready. The boys were looking splendid in their uniforms.  Little
Dima, the smallest of the soloists was looking very cute. Dimitry called
the soloists to him, Tolya (14, full bush and thickly spunking), Shurik(14,
likewise) , Dima (13, small bald and immature), and of course Artem, who
had just celebrated his fourteenth birthday and was fast developing his
blond bush.  All boys were in fine voice and looked very smart.  Dimitry
had made a point of teaching the solos of Tolya and Shurik to Artem in case
either of the two boys' voices did not hold.

"Do you wish us to practise our songs, Dimitry Petrovich?"  Tolya asked.

"No, I think not: we shall just do some warm up exercises together while
our pianist warms up with choir," Dima replied.  Fortunately, all was well
and both boys were showing very good tone.  Artem was very happy for them,
for he knew how much it meant to the two boys to be able to perform at the
concert.

Soon the bells were sounding for the commencement of the concert and in the
auditorium announcements were being given in both Russian and French (as is
traditional at formal concerts).  Dima was surprised to see that the
concert was to be filmed by TV Tsentr, the state television service.

And so the concert began: and as the boys were led on to the stage by Tolya
and Alexander (Shurik) the applause was very great.  Then the Mayor was
introduced who spoke of the time when "our small district North of Moscow
had a great choir," and also mentioned that several boys were carrying on
the tradition of their fathers and grandfathers who had been a part of that
great choir.

At these words the heart of young Artem swelled to think of his grandfather
(sitting in the audience).  How proud he must try to make him this night.

And it was so: the first half of the concert, featuring traditional solos
and songs from old Russia and the Soviet Union was rapturously received,
and a great hush descended on the audience as each soloist took centre
stage.  Little Dima singing very sweetly and sentimentally with great stage
presence, and the solos of Shurik and Tolya were received with great
emotion, as must be so, as the audience (noting their manly appearances)
knew that they were almost certainly hearing them sing as sopranos for the
last time.

The second entr'acte was equally successful with more classical songs sung
in Italian and Latin and Rusian.  As Artem took the stage there were
audible murmours from the audience as if some secret intelligence has been
spread amongst them.  It was as if several had a feeling of `déjÃ
vu'.  And as Artem sang that great work "Where e'er You Walk," it was as if
all breathing had stopped.  So easy and so full were his tones and so
emotional his interpretation.  And as the final sounds died away there was
a hushed silence for several long seconds before a thunderous applause and
cries of "Bis, Bis" and "Bravo, Bravo" rang out for over a minute. Artem
modestly bowed and returned to his place in the choir.

And so the concert drew to a close and the listed items concluded. Dima was
about to begin the final item, the anthem of the Russian Federation, in
which Artem would be soloist.  But as he was about to take the baton, a
delegation from the city administration mounted the stage and the Mayor
made as if to speak:

"My dear friends and comrades, before we sing our great anthem, I would
like the soloist, Artem Ivanovich to step forward."

  With great surprise, Artem left his place at the front of the choir
(where he had been ready to sing the Anthem) and joined the mayor at the
front of the stage who put his arm around his shoulders.

"My friends: many years ago, as I informed you at the beginning of this
great concert, this district had a great choir and two great soloists.
Some of you sitting here today remember those two boys who brough great
honour to our Great Soviet Union, so sadly now fallen!  Several times they
broadcast from Moscow. You may know that our dear Artem is the grandson of
Vladislav Petrovich, whom some of us knew many years ago as "Little
Vladik".  We never thought to hear that voice again, but did you hear the
cries and gasps when our dear Artem sang?  Truly is was the voice of his
grandfather returned.  Come up to the stage Vladislav Petrovich."

At this moment, Artem's grandfather rose from his seat to join the others
on the stage and was greeted by great cries (one old grandmother hastily
rising to kiss him as he passed by her seat!).

"Vladislav Petrovich," the Mayor continued "We shall not even ask if you
are proud of your grandson tonight.  But I have a surprise for you.  Do you
recall the name of your boyhood friend and singing companion Vladimir
Michaelovich?"

Artem's grandfather looked a little puzzled for a moment, and then his face
it up: "Oh yes, you mean my old friend Vova! The greatest soloist our choir
ever had."

"Yes, yes, is none other!" the Mayor replied.  Do you recall what happened
to him?"  Vladik explained that he had completely lost touch with Vova
during their service years and he now feared him dead.

"Vladislav Petrovich, thanks to our contacts we have discovered that after
his service, your friend worked in a closed city in western Siberia where
he still lives, now a distinguished scientist.  I called to him last week
and he was shocked to hear you were still alive. He is now waiting to see
you, and we have arranged papers for you to visit his town.

Artem's grandfather was quite overcome with emotion at this news, and put
his arms to hug Artem.  "It is great news," he said.  I will go as soon as
possible to see him."

"You will not wait a moment longer," the Mayor announced.  Yesterday your
old friend returned by train and is here in this hall.  Come to the stage
Vladimir Michaelovic -- our Little Vova!"

At this point there was a great commotion and uproar from the audience as a
distinguished elderly man in his late seventies rose to his feet and
mounted the stage.

  The reunion of these two friends cannot be described, but was very
emotional.  But at this point Dimitry Petrovich stepped forward and spoke
to the assembled crowd.

"My friends.  It would be no greater honour for me to pass the baton to
Vladislav Petrovich and ask him to conduct our choir and his grandson in
the great anthem."

Artem's grandfather was even more moved but graciously declined.

  "Comrades, I am not a great musician. As a boy I was blessed with a
voice.  But not every signer is a great musician.  However, we have a
greater musician amongst us.  My old friend Vova had both the voice and the
musical knowledge, and -- with your permission, Dimitry Petrovich - it
would be the greatest honour if Vladimir Michaelovic were to take the
baton."

Vova agreed and stepped forward to study the partition briefly.  He then
too Artem aside for a few moments and confided something to him that even
his grandfather could not convey.  And Artem -- the proudest boy in all
Russia -- stepped back to his place at the front of the choir and the
anthem began.  At the end, there was the greatest silence ever heard for
several seconds.  It was as if the audience knew that they had experienced
something that may only be felt once in their whole life.

"Was I okay, Dimka?"  whispered Artem to Dima as the final applause was
dying down and the choir was returning to the dressing room.

Dima was gently rubbing Artem's bottom as they walked together, the
buttocks so fully filling out the black trousers.

"Of course you were, Artem. We are all proud of you and the whole choir."


Artem's Banya Party
      As you know, it had been Artem's 14 th birthday shortly before the
concert and his grandfather had suggested he invite friends in the choir to
the banya where they could have a sort of second birthday celebration.

"Will you come, Dimka?"  Artem asked as they were alone after the
concert. "We can only accommodate 15 in total, but I have invited some very
interesting boys.

"Oh my fuck, Artem!  Whom have you invited? -- of course I will come," Dima
replied!

Atem explained that he had been very cunning and had invited all the boys
whom he thought would excite Dima. "You deserve it, Dimka!  You are so good
to us! Let me see, here is my list!"  And from his pocket, Artem took out a
list of names:

"Well, I have invited the four 14 year olds who are - or were -- still bald
at my last sighting of them.  Then you remember the 13 year old bald boy
with largest balls in the choir?  That is Pasha and he has agreed to
come. The 11 year old twins unfortunately cannot come, but Misha, the nine-
year-old spunker with the start of a bush, low balls and well-wanked penis
will come with his cousin, Sasha, the 10year also showing the start of a
bush.  So we should have a great time as there will be older bald boys and
young bushes!

Little Dimka will come too. He's so cute and innocent looking!"

"Fucking puberty, Artem. You'll have me spunking," Dima replied, cupping
his right hand over Artem's bulge.

"Stop, Dimka!  I'm hard already and almost shooting.  If you want to suck
me off, let's go somewhere quiet!

To be continued.  Comments to Vanya for the concluding episode!