Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 17:23:50 +0400
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes - An Interlude with Igor

This story contains scenes of a mild sexual nature and if you are not
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Interlude - Igor Revealed


To show you that Russian boys can be really hot and sexy, here is a short
interlude with Igor. Comments about Igor and/or the story are welcome.
Igor was being examined by his teacher for signs of puberty, watched
closely by fellow choirboys, Artem and Pasha!

"So, let's look at your face, Igor," Dima said : "Despite your slight build
you are showing 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.

"The girls like it!" Igor replied, as he submitted to Dima's undressing.
Off came the shirt, and the close-fitting vest revealing - FUCKING PUBERTY!
- erect nipples surrounded by fucking chest hairs!  The rest of his chest
was smooth and pale, but running down from his naval and disappearing into
his trousers as a feint line of hair, no thicker than a pencil line.  At
the sight of the hairs, Pasha could contain his erection no longer, and
began unfastening his trousers and peeling down his white trunks to release
his swollen penis, which rose to its full height, the skin of which was now
fully back; his full balls were drawn upwards, and the few black hairs
clearly visible against his milk-white public region and his still smooth
ball-sac .

"Fuck, Pasha, you are built like a bull" Igor joked, admiring Pasha's
equipment.

  Artem, meanwhile was trying to contain himself until he could see Igor's
pubic area, but his erection was too great to be contained with comfort in
his trousers, so he unfastened his belt, released the hasp, drew down the
fly and exposed his throbbing member, and began fingering the head.

  "So, see the nipples, and hair, boys," Dima, who was in no small state of
excitement himself, went on: "a great sign of advanced puberty,"

he said, rubbing the nipple with one hand and the right buttock with the
left.  "Here, Pasha, rub the nipple."  Dima was now unfastening the boy's
trousers and lowering his green briefs.  But what a fucking surprise when
his pubertal development was revealed.

Pasha was already leaking as he approached Igor from the rear, and with
difficulty bent his penis down so as to press it close between Igor's
smooth buttocks. The boy pressed hard back against Pasha's
erection. "Fucking puberty, Igor, you are making me hot," Pasha said, as he
rubbed gently Igor's left nipple and began rubbing his penis against the
boy's sexy bottom.

Fucking spunkerl,! " Artem said, as he admired Igor's pubic region. His,
low- hanging ball-sac was almost completely hidden by a forest of thick,
black, curly pubes which were spread widely across his public region, with
a thin line reaching up to his naval, looking so hot and sexy on his
relatively small frame. . His balls were on the small side and not heavy,
but the most sexy thing was the sheer length of his sac, which was like a
large bag containing two medium-sized marbles, which when gathered up and
contained within his briefs took up little room and formed but a small
bulge, but when released, hung low and wide, extending even further down
the leg than Pasha's full and plump balls.

Artem, meanwhile, had managed to find Igor's soft penis amongst the dense
growth and began it wank it. The member was surprisingly small when soft,
but soon became long and slender, and slapped flat against his white
stomach.

"OMF, this is the first time a boy has made me hard," Igor breathed. He was
used to being stimulated by his girlfriend, and had not long before begun
having sex with her.  But Artem's touch was giving him an entirely new
experience of a far superior nature.

Igor began to moan with pleasure as Artem gently took the penis into his
mouth and sucked on the long foreskin before gently exposing the milk-white
and spongy head.  Dima, in the meantime had noticed the curly hairs on
Igor's legs and under his arms.  Now he was kneeling down looking intently
at Artem and sucking Igor's penis, his left hand on Pasha's full buttock,
feeling the motion as Pasha was rubbing his penis against Igor ; with his
right hand he was wanking Artem.

It certainly seemed to be true that Igor was enjoying his new experience.
Soon Pasha announced his intention to cum and soon copious amounts of his
white spunk were running down Igor's legs.

"OMF," Pasha called out as his last spasm issued forth a final jet of
semen.  Meanwhile, Igor was on the brink of his climax, which was eagerly
received by Artem, who had just blown his load onto the floor, having been
assisted by Dima's ministrations.

""Look at the fucking mess, guys," Artem said, after he had recovered a
little. "Let's get Igor cleaned up and then let's clear this fucking mess
before my mother gets back.  We are supposed to be having a singling
lesson, after all," he grinned cheekily at his best friend Dima, who had
still not spunked.

"Come here, Dimka, and let me finishe you off," he said, gently fingering
the head of Dima's penis.

"OMF, Artem, I love you so much," he said.

"I know that!  No be quiet and let me such you, Artem commanded.  And so he
did.


Afterwards the friends cleaned up and made everything ready for the return
of Artem's mother, who arrived just as Igor – innocent and sexy – was
singing, now in fine soprano voice, with Dima at the piano.

"Well boys, I must go, and Igor too," Dima said.  It is the last day of
school tomorrow.  So I will see you tomorrow comrades."  So Dima took his
leave, Igor accompanying him to the lift.

"Thanks for everything, Dimka," Igor said as they descended to the street.
"You are such a good teacher and now I know a friend also.  You have helped
me a lot.

"Well, I don't know how long you voice will last," Dima replied, but we can
hope, Igor for some months."

And so the two new friends separated to go to their respective bus stops,
Dima kissing Igor on the cheek at the moment of departure.