Date: Sat, 06 Sep 2014 14:21:23 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Dima's Choirboys Pt 1 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. Vanya does appreciate your comments, so please send them to the email above. I am sorry for the mistakes in English, Dima's Choirboys Pt 1: - Fucking Puberty! – A New School For those of you who have followed our "Russian Choirboy" story will know that it ended in the Summer of 2013 when the boys went away to camp with a group of visiting English choirboys. What happened at the end? I have been asked. Well, of course, the final day and night of the camp came and went: our English visitors left very happy with a strong invitation to Dima and his boys to visit Great Britain the following year. Ms. Barnes left vowing never to return, for which resolution everyone was most grateful! Artem was thrilled to have been selected to sing at the Olympiad in Sochi and he and his choirmaster spent most of the remaining part of the summer together, as planned, with Artem's grandfather, and their friendship remained cemented although a little changed during the following months because, at nearly fifteen now, Artem was growing into a man. But his voice remained the same and he survived all his fellow soloists except for "Little" Dima who although the same age as Artem, as we know, was far younger in development and had in our last stories been quite devoid of any pubes, even at over 14 years. In all the concerts of 2014 year Dima, Artem and Pasha had performed together many times and the choir had received many laureates after the Olympiad. It had then been decided that the special Music School that had once been part of the district in Soviet times should be revived, and that money should be provided by government and business to pay for the special education necessary. Of course, Dimitry was invited to be director of this school, which position he was very glad to accept. "We have decided that it would be best if the school were run as a State Boarding School with special funding," the Minister of Education for the district explained to Dima. "Boys will be admitted at the age of 9 or 10 years and we shall accept applications from all over the Federation." Dima was delighted by this but he knew that it would mean an almost clean and new start for him. Most of his present boys would be ineligible because maybe their parents would not want them to live away from home or to specialize in music in such a way; also most of his best soloists would be too old to start in a new school. But he knew that as he had created one choir so successfully from moderate talent in just two years, he could likely do it again, and better, with such an opportunity. He made it a condition of his appointment that he would be, as before, personally responsible for the training and welfare of the boys, and that a deputy director be appointed to oversee the academic work of the school. As the most part of the school year 2013/14 was spent in such preparations, so a trip to Great Britain was impossible. Dima was very greatly surprised to find that several applications did come from boys of his present choir, which would carry on as a separate entity attached to his former school, but under a new director. However, it was agreed that until such times as the new choir school was competent, the boys of his former choir would be eligible to sing in concerts and attend training if they could manage the journey from the other side of the city. Most notable of the boys who would continue in the old school but help as much as possible is our friend Little Dima whose voice now is truly wonderful. If Artem and Pasha`s voices also survived into the new year they will also assist. As part of the agreement, Dimitry would have his own special accommodation at the school and there would always be room for guests to stay. Because the three boys looked upon him as their special friend and mentor(having gone through many trials and tribulations together) they had almost become an inseparable quartet. Even though Artem and Dima were regularly seeing girls they each kept them in a compartment and it did not interfere with their main friendships. Pasha still found no interest in girls and this drew him closer to his comrades because it was with only them that he could share his real passion. Remember that Pasha is a full year younger than both Artem and Dima (having just turned 14), and he leans on Artem especially. During the final months of the school year Dimity auditioned and selected 40 boys aged between 9 and 12 as it was agreed that to take older boys might risk their having had previous bad training or being useless after a year. So there would be four classes at present 3 rd to 6 th . However, once the choir was trained, Dima intended to dispense with the 3 rd class and start the training aged 10 and to continue as long as possible. Once the choir was trained, music students from the conservatory would be engaged to supply good tenor and bass voices to complement the boys. At first it was decided to use part of the Cadet Corpus in the city and to establish the school there as there was much spare accommodation in a separate corpus, and the place could be easily modernised using the money raised from business interests. Three dormitories would be used at first: one for the very youngest boys, aged 9 and the other two for boys of 10 and 11, and the final one for the eldest boys some of whom would be 13 during the school year. The classrooms had been made nice and light in the form of modern regulations, and the kitchens renewed. All was ready for the intake of the boys. Dimitry Petrov had already moved into his apartment in the school and was sitting with his beloved Artem, Pasha and Little Dima discussing the new school. "We have had such a great time together, how can we thank you!" Arthem said, leaning his head on Dima's shoulder. "Don`t worry, Artem," Pasha replied on his choirmaster`s behalf. "It will not end yet. We still have some time." "But look at the size of us," Artem sighed. "We can´t be boy sopranos much longer! Well, Dimka can," he qualified, punching his friend in the chest. "Fuck you, Artem" Dima replied in jest. "Anyway, our friendship will not end just because our voices harden. We shall never desert our friend Dima!" "And, in your case, Dimka, it will be a long time after your pubes begin to grow. Didn't I say, Dima," now talking to his choirmaster, "that our little Dimka will be a boy soprano until he is 17 and that his pubes will be his 16 th birthday present? " "It is true, Pashka, you did, and let it be so," Dimity added. But you three are not the little boys I knew two years ago. Even Dima has grown and matured. "Yes, and who says I haven´t got pubes yet," little Dima added slyly. "If you have, Dimka, Artem will have to update his list," Dima added. "He doesn´t keep his list now," Pasha interjected, because he is too busy fucking girls. "No, you keep it for me, don´t you, you fucking blue boy!" Artem hit back in fun: "And you spent the rest of your time looking for boys in the metro! "Well, maybe! Maybe I do keep your list." Pasha teased. "What`s on it? Tell us, you wanker!" little Dima demanded. It may surprise new readers that the boys talked so in front of their respected and much loved choirmaster, but, as regular readers will know, there was no barrier between them and the true bond of friendship was so strong; and, to be honest, Dimity was in a spirit nothing more than a teenage boy himself! However, this is not to say that he did not have perfect discipline in the classroom, and he could indeed be a strict master. So what has happened to our triumvirate of soloists since we last met them. Let us listen to Pasha as he reads from his imaginary list!!! "Well, boys. Okay!! Let`s start with Artem. From being a tall, blond, smooth spunker two years ago without a single hair he developed rapidly. As we know, he has (or had) the largest balls in the choir, until I came along and overtook him. And he had the thickest bush until Igor overtook him in that respect. Since Igor has left, he thinks he has the thickest bush again! But I think I have it now. And we all know he used to be the strongest spunker in the choir! "Not bad, Pasha; continue!" replied Artem. "Okay, so our Artem first had sex with a girl on the camp last year!! And he's been at it ever since. Well, we all remember that camp, don't we!" "That's right," little Dima added in excitement. "That was my first time too!" he added proudly. "Shut up, Dimka," Pasha replied. "I'll come to you next. Besides, we all know you spunked before you could get it fully in!" "Get on with it," Artem, commanded. "And you are wrong there on both counts: I was first sucked by a girl when I was 12. It was the first time I spunked up fully. And Dima did fuck that girl, because I heard him cum and she was fully satisfied!" Pasha smiled: "Artem, I said "sex" not sucking! So, let's look at little Dimka – our sexy baby mascot, as we used to call him!" At this, Dima stood up and bowed slightly to the others before being forced back in his chair by Artem. Dima was still vey boyish in appearance, although he has grown since we last met him "Little Dima, the boy who could not spunk and whose balls hadn't even started to drop two years ago when he was thirteen. As we know, he had a big growth in his testicles during that year and after he discovered wanking his screams grew louder every night until his mother called the doctor, thinking he was having bad dreams three times every night!" (This refers to Dima's intense orgasms well described in our former stories). We haven't seen the state of his balls for about six months, but I don't suppose much has changed. So, using Artem's terminology, I would say our little Dima's balls are now on the large side, but that his is still a bald but strong spunker. And, to be honest, his voice is as good as yours now, Artem!" "You realise you will have to prove all this in some minutes." Dimitry interjected, enjoying the spectacle very much. "And we can't judge the size of his balls (unlike yours, Pasha) because his shorts are so baggy!" "Oh, fuck! I suppose I'll have to prove myself again! I would never have guessed," Dima giggled in his still unbroken speaking voice and smiling his winning smile! "What about you, Pashka? Who will tell about you?" Artem asked. "We can see the size of your balls through your trousers, but surely they can't get much bigger, even on you!" "Come on, Artem; it was you who started the fucking list two years ago, so you must do it," Pasha added. "But be careful," he warned, pointing his finger rudely at Artem. "So, to resume my former duties as keeper of the list: my list, I may add!!" Turning to Pasha he continued. "Well, Pashka, we all love you very much, despite your being blue, so listen carefully. You remember, Dima when we first introduced Pasha into our circle and we challenged him to let us inspect his balls because they looked so big through his clothing! Well, he certainly had the biggest and baldest ever seen, with a shapely, well-formed penis, a loose foreskin with the pink head just showing – proving what, Little Dimka?"" "Proving, that our Pasha was at 12 years old a very experienced wanker who got the skin well back!" Dima replied laughing. "Exactly, and unlike you, Dimka," Pasha retorted, " who couldn't even get the skin over your fucking head until we taught you!" "To continue!!!" Artem commanded! "But soon after, Pasha was proud to show us his little black sexy hairs, and his copious thick spunking ability at the slightest excuse and in the most strange places at least three times a day. One time I recall he wanked in a broom cupboard at the bottom of the school stairs with me keeping watch!" "Wasn't that the day I got hard looking at Igor's moustache in the canteen?" Pasha giggled! "Yes, that's right! And you couldn't get up from the table for half an hour. But I remember now that the cupboard was locked so you did it at the bottom of the stairs, spunking in exactly fifteen strokes. You were still almost smooth then with just the tiniest black hairs showing across your pubic area. So, our little blue boy who has never even put his hand on a girl (practising solely on us and whomsoever he could feel up in the metro) desperately seduced young innocent English Jack at the camp last year, spending most of the time locked in passionate embraces with his blue friend. Has never looked back since, although he has never forgotten his lovely Jack! His mother must be pretty fed up with washing the stains off his clothes! But, I must admit he still has a pretty good voice despite the hardening of his speaking voice. As for his pubes, we shall judge soon this thick black bush of his," he teased. If our readers remember, Pasha was never the tallest boy of our group, but always well built and strong. The shortness of his stature caused attention to be drawn to his balls which hung very low and were of considerable size and bulk. Add to that a penis of some girth and new readers will get some idea of the exciting sight of a naked Pasha! In fact the visiting English choirmaster had had to rush out to the toilet to wank after seeing Sasha in all his glory in the swimming changing room! In tight swimming clothes, which are compulsory in Russia in the baths, he looked very sexy. Of course, he could not wear small speedo-style pants but the supportive trunks which just extend a little further down the leg and have a well-proportioned front pouch which can be well filled out by boys of ample build. In normal clothing, he chose to let his equipment hang low and to be snugly supported by cotton trunks. In tighter trousers like the choir uniform, which was of soft silky material) the bulge was very noticeable. During the early stages of his puberty at the camp he competed with Igor and Artem to see who could develop the most facial hair, a contest Igor easily won because he had never shaved. Igor had now let the choir and had a deep bass singing voice to match his speaking. "Okay, boys. So, we will have to examine you to see if all this is true," Dima said. Who should go first? Maybe the oldest!" At this, Little Dima smiled and prepared to take off his shirt and vest. Let's remember that Dima is actually a little taller than Pasha now, of which he was very proud. "So, Dima, since our last examination, let's look at your face," Dimitry said, feeling the boy's soft cheeks, delicate skin and fair hair. "At 15 and three months, you still have little signs of advanced puberty in the face. Your skin is smooth, and throat still soft. No grease or blotches. The down on your cheeks and lips is very soft. Your voice is boyish but not childlike. You are a perfect specimen of boyhood." He softly unbuttoned the box's shirt revealing strong and muscular arms covered with silky down, and a smooth chest with nipples just becoming a little puffy. "See the nipples," he said, softly squeezing them whilst looking in vain for chest hairs. "OMF, keep doing that," Dima said, closing his eyes and breathing more deeply as the undressing continued causing a violent reaction in his penis. Next his back was examined and judged to be in fine shape. His ribs were just visible and there was no sign of pre-puberty fat. His stomach was firm and resisted all attempts to press it in. Next his arms were examined and no hairs were to be found in the pits. "Steady on. You know what he is like," Artem added, coming closer with Pasha also and feeling the sexy stomach. The boy was wearing soft blue shorts down to his knees. Is that your fucking hand rubbing my buttock, Pashka? The boy teased. "I thought so. Only a blue boy would have his fingers in so deep. Go on then, take my shorts off if you must!" At that, Pasha, with trembling fingers rubbed his hands down the boy´s flat stomach and along his waist, gently unbuttoning the fastening and fly and then sliding his fingers between the soft material of the boy´s underpants and his silky skin. "What are you feeling for, Pashka?" little Dima moaned softy as Pasha's fingers slid lower towards the base of his penis. "Fucking hell, boys; I believe the young spunker is still smooth, but there is something very big and hard down there. Shall we take a look?" As if to oblige Pasha`s commands, Dima's shorts then fell to the floor revealing – FUCKING PUBERTY! – not the small briefs he used to wear, but a sexy and ample pair of black and orange striped trunks designed for Russian teenagers of really ample proportions. They were close fitting and showed every fucking curve. The two buttocks were full and rounded, filling out the material nicely and displaying an ample space between the two. The design of the trunks was to give full support to prevent the penis and balls falling loose and showing in the leg. This gave the effect, of course of enhancing the bulge at the front "Fuck, Dima, you have grown! Are those YOUR balls inside those pants?" Artem cried. "And what is that poking out at the front?" he asked, patting to the huge bulge and erection straining at the waistband and pushing the material right out as if desperate to break free. We know from past experience that little Dima's penis, when erect, was so hard that it lay flat against his stomach and since he was thirteen he had been pulling the skin fully back when he wanked. "So, who is going to take off those beautiful pants of yours, Dimka?" teased Dimitry. "Go, on them, Dima," Dima replied. "Get your fucking hands off me, Pasha, you blue boy. It's my friend Dima's turn now. Go on, Dima, I know you want to wank me!" Obeying the boy`s command, his choirmaster took gentle hold of the waistband of the sexy shorts and slowly, ever so slowly, began to reveal the pubescent boy in his full glory. The bulge was truly terrific but the head of the penis was caught in the waistband and bent downwards as Dima slid the pants further down the boy's body. "Still no fucking hair," Pasha added, as the ridge of skin came into view which was a distinguishing mark of the base of Dima's penis where it joined his body. "But look at the fucking size of the penis at the base. Gosh, you have grown, Dimka." Down and down slid the pants revealing an ample ball-sac, not the tight but large balls of the 14 year old, but like heavy golf balls hanging from an enormous smooth sac. The penis, the skin fully back, was erect and pointing to the sky and was starting to twitch. Since our last examination, the head of the penis had significantly grown and was now wider than the shaft causing the foreskin to retract at the slightest stimulation. Even when soft, his heavy head and slit were was exposed, stretching the foreskin to such a degree that it could no longer cover the shaft fully "Go on, you wankers. Finish me off or I'll do it myself, the boy almost screamed. No, you suck me, Pasha. If you do it, it will be better than my fucking a girl." "Fucking hell, Dima. No wonder that girl of yours gets some pleasure from you judging by the size of you!" Pasha said. With that, Pasha took the solid member into his mouth, first teasing the soft helmet of the penis with his lips. "Quick, take off your pants, Pasha. I'll wank you. Dima can wank me, or just watch!" Artem commanded, as he struggled to get his own trousers off quickly. Both boys were soon displaying their ample equipment, thickly covered by pubic bushes, Artem's darker now but not black like Pasha, who had a truly magnificent bush covering his entire region and growing thickly from his balls. It still looked as if Artem's penis was larger than Pasha's but it was difficult to judge the size of the balls, covered as they were by the thick hair. Pasha was now fully erect and Artem gently took hold of the throbbing member, now fully hard and wet, and began to stimulate further, first fully drawing back the skin. Meanwhile, Pasha was gently sucking the head of Dima's penis savouring the taste of the juice which was gently flowing. He found it easy to slide his tongue under the foreskin, much to Dima's excitement. "Oh my fuck, fuck! Nastia doesn`t do that!" screamed Dima in his familiar and still childish treble, as he began to pump his penis into Pasha´s mouth, his hands firmly on the boy`s shoulders. "Stop, stop, I'm cumming. No, harder, you fucking gay bastard. "Dima, wank my nipples!" – he called to his choirmaster. Artem left off administering to Pasha, who was too engrossed in Dima to notice, and went behind Dima to steady the boy as he shook in ecstasy. Artem was now fully erect and slid his penis solidly between Dima's buttocks (but no further so as not to hurt him) and pressed hard, feeling his own spunk rising, his arms wrapped tightly round Dima's chest. "Harder, harder!" Dima screamed, as he felt the orgasmic sensations taking control of his little body. The spunk was rising from his huge smooth balls and entering the thick, long penis ready to shoot. Artem could hardly hold the boy as he screamed his famous cry: "I'm cumming!!!! CLASSNA ---- FUCKING CLASSNA". His whole body shook as he shot blast after blast of hot sweet spunk into Pash's mouth. So much so that the boy could not take it all. Dima, then experiencing his most intense orgasm, shot back violently, falling on top of Artem at the same moment as Artem ejaculated against Dima's smooth buttocks almost lifting the boy off the ground. Dima's angry and exposed penis, still pulsating, shot two final blasts of spunk into the air and then subsided. He lay in Artem's arms, covered with the boy's own spunk, for some minutes as if in a trance. Soon, Artem was stroking his hair. "There there, Dimka. It's okay now. That was a great spectacle, wasn't it?" The boy lay for a few seconds and then soon revived and sat up. Fucking hell!. It's a long time since we did this, and, to be honest, it was better than with the girls any day!" he said. "Well, let's wash, and look as if we are normal boys again," added Pasha. Sorry for the mess, Dima but you know how much spunk comes out of me. And look at little Dima. He looks so innocent still as if he is a choirboy." "He is a fucking choirboy, and long may he remain so," added Dima as he took them to the bathroom to wash. After that, they continued to discuss the arrangements for the new school before the boys decided it was time to go to their homes. "You'll come and stay with us tomorrow, if you have time?" Artem asked. "Of course: I'll be glad to see your grandfather again and we can do some singing because I'd like you to demonstrate for the new boys next week," Dima added. Comment, suggestions and encouragement to ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru