Date: Fri, 05 Aug 2016 22:39:37 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Dimas's Choirboys Chapter 14 Dima's Choirboys – Chapter 14 - Choir Camp-preparations 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 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. Please email me to discuss the boys and tell me whom you like best. It had been a warm and mainly dry summer since the choir school finished at the beginning of June. Everyone had left to go back to their homes; some, like Gleb, to St. Petersburg, but others closer to Moscow and a few even further away towards the East. It had been a very successful first year and the Director Dimitry Petrovich Petrov was very satisfied that his choir would exceed the success of his previous choir, which had been considerable. Although he still used one of his previous soloists, the nearly 16-year-old Dima, he had now several of his own soloists ready to take over. With this in his mind, he had invited several promising boys to a ten-day camp outside the city in a beautiful facility in a forest and near a lake where he could give them some of his specialist training which had proved so successful with his previous soloists, Pasha, Artem and, of course, Dima. Russians love to go to camp and the best time to go is in August when it is warm and the dangerous insects have expired. Of course, they did not live in tents but in Corpus with shared rooms for six boys and a good canteen and sports facilities. Because he had only invited a few boys, they would have to share the corpus or living house, with another camp of Marine Cadets with whom they would share some activities. In the mornings the boys would train in music and have some interesting profiles and then in the afternoons there would be sports, swimming – all things boys love to do. In the evenings they would put on entertainment with the cadets and produce some shows and then, no doubt do things boys must do at night!! So, whom had Dima invited to his training camp. I think you know most of them from our previous stories. Kirill – although only just 13 years old, Kirill is the most mature of our boys, and his voice may not last much longer; but he is a talented musician and accompanist, and Dimitry will keep him even when his voice hardens (which his speaking tones already have). But, for now, he has a most mature and delicate soprano voice of warm and emotional quality. Gleb – A promising new soloist, he will turn 14 in September and is quite a recent addition to the school, being previously a soloist in his former choir in St Petersburg. He is a tall, fair, boy of exquisite manners and religious disposition. He is very popular, and a natural leader, not least as a special friend to Kirill who delights in encouraging his friend's sexual feelings. It is Gleb's ambition to train as a priest and he has just returned from his second training camp. Genady -(or Gena, as we call him) will be 12 years old in October, but very precocious in his ways and maturity. He has impressed Dima with his beautiful voice. Sasha - He is 12 years old and a real character and story-teller. We have met him before. The other boy invited was Ilya, Gleb's friend, who has just arrived from St Petersburg and, at nearly 14, an experienced soloist. These are the boys Dima is going to train as principal soloists for the coming year and some intensive work will be necessary to ensure the correct tone so that they do not lose their voices during the early periods of puberty. Cousins Victor and Peter, both ages 12 and are developing promising solo voices. They have been at the school for a year and we have met them briefly in a former chapter. Also joining us will be Kirill's special friend, Pasha. He had a beautiful soprano voice until a few weeks ago, but now he has lost his higher register, although he is hoping to train his contralto tones. He is nearly 15 and also has a deep bass voice, which he hopes to uses in a small group with his friends. In the camp, he will help with the organisation and sports. Dima thought it would be useful to invite a few other younger boys who were not yet soloists but had promising voices, so we shall introduce 12-year-old Oleg, eleven-year olds Gosha, Max, Yarik and Roma. Oleg will sleep with the older boys and the others will sleep in one room with Pasha, who is great with young children, in charge of them. Regular readers will know that Pasha and Kirill are the only blue boys in our group. In fact Pasha is the only true blue because Kirill does get stirrings for girls sometimes, but Pasha is a woman-hater! So, it is over two months since our friends last met when the school last bell sounded in May. You may soon read what happened to them individually in the <> section. But now they are all ready to return bursting with puberty and keen to enjoy the camp and to relate their holiday exploits. All the boys were to meet at the school on the morning of the camp and to go to the location by bus. But Pasha and Kirill would arrive at the school the day before to help. Gleb would arrive at the camp during the first day, as his train will not arrive from St Petersburg until the morning. The boys arrived at the school just before four because they were keen to spend time together after the long separation. Kirill had been to Europe with his family, but Pasha, who loved his fatherland too much, had stayed all early summer in Moscow, spending some time with his old friend Artem. Pasha had arrived first and was waiting for his friend. Pasha had already been helping his friend Dimitry, the Director of the School with some matters and Dima told him about his responsibilities. "So, Pashka, I need you to look after our new boys Gosha, Peter, Yarik, and Roma. I am also inviting Max and Anton. They have been with us for some time; Max is just eleven and Anton ten but mature for his age. They are all promising or potential soloists but Peter and Yarik are rather shy, I think, so look after them well." "Of, course, I shall love too," Pasha replied, already enjoying the thought of living with cute 10 and 11-year-olds for 10 days. "Now, go and meet Kirill; his father just left him before I saw you. He's taken his baggage up to the dormitory. You can sleep there with him tonight." Pasha made his way quickly to the second floor of the school and to where he knew the dormitory of the 12 and 13-year-old boys was. He was keen to see his friend again, although they had called in Skype several times. He found Kirill alone unpacking his clothes. "Hey, you cunt!" Pasha greeted warmly, as Kirill ran to him. (You notice how much Russian friends use bad words!) "Pashka, you wanker," he replied, tightly embracing his friend and swinging him round. Although two years younger than Pasha he was already taller than his strongly-built friend. After some seconds, Pasha, now hot with excitement, and still pressing tightly into Kirill's groin, each boy feeling the rising of the other, took Kirill's head into his hands and looked into his eyes and then ran his finger over the boy's thickening tash. "It's fucking puberty, mate," Kirill teased, his hands on his friend's buttocks, which were loosely covered by the fully-cut black trousers. "Not shaved it since the end of school. Remember Gena saying he'd have a tash by the time of camp. Don't believe him! You've shaved your fucker, I see," he said. "Grow it in the camp; it will look so great!" Pasha pushed him away. "You know I'm a quick spunker and I don't want to blast these pants," he said, his erection clearly showing in his loose trousers. Kirill's erection was more tightly contained in his jeans, but he was very hot. Readers will know the descriptions of our two friends. Pasha, for example, we have been following for two years from the time when he was smooth and without any hair – but fucking puberty! – what balls he had even when he was twelve. A thick and copious spunker even at that age. Kirill, even at 12, nearly a year ago, had a thick bush even then and the length of his penis caused him embarrassment with his friends until he got his first pubes at eleven. When he entered the school he was the only boy with a full bush and shaving twice a week, but even now the hairs don't grow on his chin or cheeks, which are still smooth. So far, he has kept his soprano singing voice by good training. Pasha, when he shaves his face still looks very boyish and, except for his bass voice and hairy legs, he could pass for younger. He lost his soprano singing voice only a few weeks ago and is still sad about it. He's not a member of the school, of course, but helps in many ways, as he was in Dima's former choir. Although he has enjoyed many wanking sessions with the boys, it is only with Kirill that he has enjoyed a truly passionate relationship, with full kissing. That is until both Kirill and he separately seduced their English teacher friend James just before the close of the last school year. Okay, Pashka," Kirill said. "Let's go up to our little den on the top floor," "Can't you fucking wait until tonight? We'll be alone then!" "Come on, Pashka: quick wank now than we'll do the rest tonight," Kirill determined, leading his friend to the disused top floor where the boys had made a little secret room their own. "So, you've got four little 11-year-olds to look after, you lucky bastard!" "You can help me," Pasha replied with a smile. "Any pubes, do you think?" "Well I know Max and Anton of course. Anton with the long dick and young Max's balls are low already but still smooth. Don't know any of the new boys, but I think Roma is a friend of Gena. Is he sleeping with them or us?" Don't know," Pasha replied, I'll ask Dima. Gena's nearly 12, right. He might be better with you and the others!" "And leave you to your little boys," Kirill teased, stroking his bottom as they entered their little den. "You'll have them all under your spell in no time. "You've fucking grown!" Pasha teased as he unfastened his friends belt and started to lower his jeans. Meanwhile, Kirill had found Pasha's balls concealed in his fully-cut trousers. "Fuck, your balls are hanging low," he said: "they can't have grown any more!" "Looks as if your dick has grown if that is possible, Pasha replied, feeling the huge erection in the boy's red underpants which were snugly fitting with an ample pouch at the front. Pasha, because his balls were very big, always wore close-fitting trunks to keep his member close to his thigh. When wearing normal close-fitting trousers it provided an ample and attractive bulge down his right leg! "Have you wanked it today?" Kirill asked. "Of course – I knew you were coming, and I didn't want to be too quick when you get the fucking skin back on me!" he replied. "Fuck, you should have seen me and Gleb," Kirill reminded his friend. "He was really slow but what a fucking orgasm!" "Yes, you told me. Can't wait to see him. His pubes will be starting to be sure.! "No, mate; he'll be like Dima. All his puberty has gone into enlarging his balls – pubes will come later!" Kirill said, as he felt Pasha's gentle fingers sliding back the skin of his penis and fingering the head. "Fucking hell, mate!" Pasha said as he examined his friend's penis. "It really has grown and that fucking bush will soon be as thick as mine. "No way!" Kirill exclaimed, fingering the thick, tufting and curly bush completely covering Pasha's pubic region and balls. Although his penis was not over-large, even when erected, his balls were spectacularly large on his relatively small but well-built and athletic body. Ever since he was a completely smooth spunker two years ago, he had been proud of his development. Kirill, on the other hand was proud of his early bush and long penis of ample girth, which was now standing hard, as he, in turn, took hold of Pasha's heavy balls, causing the penis to rise to the height of excitement. "Told you about Gleb's fucking knob, didn't I?" he asked. The bastard's got the biggest one I've seen when it's out! You've only seen him soft in the shower, but when I got his skin back: Fucking Puberty!" "Did you fuck him?" Pasha asked. "He doesn't like blue stuff, but he gives in when he's really close. I did get my knob at him but he shot soon after and fell off me." "You didn't do it right. Here, bend over that table. You can do me tonight but I want you badly now!" Pasha said, showing his friend a good position and gently entering in!" Kirill got a good grip of the table as Pasha had his moments, thrusting deep into his friend. He felt Pasha's bush up against his buttocks. "Fuck, keep going, you bastard and wank me harder – no, not the shaft, get you hand on my fucking knob!" he commanded. Soon, Pasha felt his ejaculation near. He knew he was a copious spunker and did not want to discharge inside his friend, so he withdrew just as his balls shot their load. You will remember that he was not a powerful spunker but Kirill watched as three very heavy shots hit the floor followed by a forth discharge. He was still at the height of excitement and sat on a chair as he watched Pasha and then bent forward and started to suck the head of his own long member before taking the shaft into his hand and fully wanking it to his own orgasm, which powerfully shot high into the air. Suddenly, all was spent and both boys relaxed and then thought about how to clear up the mess. "Fucking hell," mate: that was a good one," Pasha said, kissing his friend on the mouth, Fortunately, they managed to clean everything up and get down to the wash-room to the shower. The other boys would be arriving soon, so Pasha would be busy with his little group and Kirill would join his own guys, including Gena. The boys had been told to bring their concert clothes and they would be kept separately for the concert that would be given at the end of the camp. So, just as Gena arrives, we will finish the story for tonight!!! -- Ivan Ivanocich