Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2017 17:53:00 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Dima's Choirboys ? 27 Dima's Choirboys -- 27 This story contains scenes of a very 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 don't 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. Sometimes our boys use very bad language, so if you don't like it, don't read! In September Gleb had celebrated his fourteenth birthday with his friends, including his favourite teacher, James, who was an Englishman. He had also made friends with new boys, 11-year-olds Kurt and Hans from Germany, and 13-year-olds Oleg; and, of course Kiril was his best friend along with Sasha, Gena and Ilya. The school year promised to be a very successful one for all the boys, and especially for Gleb, as he was much in demand. His voice has taken on a new soprano maturity, possessed by well-trained boys in their last year or so before the failing and hardening. He has been trying to be controlled in his own life. He has a real conflict between his religious feelings and his increasingly intense sexual urges, and he has had a few major lapses, either with James, the other boys or with a girl he had first met after a concert. His priest has told him not to be so scrupulous, but it is difficult for his sensitive nature, and he often endures agonies of self restraint before sessions of wild sexual pleasure. These conflicts had rather upset his psychology because until he was 13 and a half he had been a carefree, sunny boy, with a perfect control on his emotions and actions. Now, it seemed to him, that he was really two people: normally the same sunny boy, but occasionally a darker side to his personality was beginning to emerge which he does not like or recognise as himself. He had been praying about this very carefully and had been told that it was normal for a boy of age. It would soon pass as he progressed through adolescence and came through to his adult balance. Gleb was not a vain boy: if he had been, it would have been a problem for him, because he is very handsome: quite tall and slim for his age, with long legs. His fair hair is shaved closely at the back and sides, displaying his cute ears, and brushed neatly at the front and parted displaying his still boyish face. He looks like a real aristocrat. As for his physical maturity, which is causing so much internal conflict: as we know, Gleb's penis has reached the height of pubertal growth, being long and shapely and widened in girth considerably and weighed down by the heavy knob; his balls hang low like shapely pears in their smooth white skin, one large ball prominent in the sac and hanging lower than the other. We also know about the size of his knob! The weight of it give the boy's erections a curved shape until he is at the height of excitement, causing enough blood to swell the member to lift it hard and flat against his stomach. His genital equipment, when set against his slim build, is immediately noticeable, especially when he was wearing speedo trunks, which are compulsory in Russian public baths. Anyone looking at the boy wearing speedos or even in his normal choir uniform would assume that the boy had a full bush, but in fact he is still smooth and completely devoid of pubic hairs. Around a year previously, when he had joined the choir, he had first wanked himself. Prior to that, he had experienced strong nocturnal emissions. He had known nothing about getting the skin back, and it then completely covered the entire head, some spare skin extending very boyishly at the tip and coming to a point. It had been his friend, Kirill, who had shown him how necessary and, indeed, exciting it was to take back the skin over the head, which is much wider than the shaft. At first it had been difficult to get it over the fat knob, but it soon slipped back very easily; and on the rare occasions that Gleb loses control, the skin slips right back with every stroke, or he can keep it retracted, concentrating on the wanking of the knob. By the end of last summer the sensitive knob was permanently exposed -- not fully, but considerably -- making accidental stimulation very much more common because it is still very sensitive. His friend Oleg (a year younger and much shorter in stature but very athletic and strong), also has a large knob and very ample balls, and this caused quite a lot of interest amongst girls (and some boys) at the summer camp. Let's take up our story towards the end of October when the boys returned from their week's break. Our friend James, the popular English teacher had been keeping a careful eye on the pubertal development of all the boys, which was easy to do because his duties involve supervising swimming in the private bath of the school and the showers. In his secret files on his computer he had carefully noted details of all the boys. He was especially attracted to older boys who were still smooth, such as Gleb and Oleg, (whom he catalogued as `Smooth Spunkers' or younger boys with first pubes and even bushes like 12-year-old Gena. He wasn't all that bothered by 11 and 12 year-old boys with small balls and undeveloped penises (the `Dry Wankers', as he called them), but once the development began to take place, James became very excited by these `Young Spunkers'. He had taken many photos of the boys at the summer camp. Photos in their swimming trunks very much excited him and he would often wank himself to a photo of Gleb, Oleg, Gena and a boy named Igor (who was a friend they had made from another camp) standing in Speedos on the beach. Fucking puberty! James had named the photo `The Four Spunkers" because he had witnessed them all spunking at various times! The youngest boys in the choir school were nine years old or soon to be ten. Of course most of them were undeveloped and entirely smooth. But there were some very fine exceptions. He had become very fond of two `Young Spunkers, ten-year-old Bogdan, and nine-year-old Igor, who had recently joined the choir. Bogdan was quite small but very well built, especially round the hips, and James had been surprised to see the impressive bulge in the boy's underpants when he had watched the boys get out of bed. It certainly seemed as if the boy and an impressive erection for his ten years. He'd first touched Bogdan's silky bottom in class and then again when the boy had sat on his knee during some free time. His buttocks were very rounded and fully filled the sleek black trousers of his school uniform. As he had removed his hand, the boy mischievously took it in his own and replaced it firmly on bottom. He shared his interest in boys with his young friend Pasha, who was now 16 and perhaps the only truly `blue' boy in our stories. Pasha had been a boy soprano until quite recently, and James had met him at the choir camp a few years previously when Pasha had belonged to the director's previous choir (See `Russian Choirboy Pubes' stories). At that time, Pasha had had had just a few pubes, but was still mainly smooth; but James had been shocked at the size of his balls -- the biggest and finest he had seen on a small boy soprano. During the last summer Pasha had worked as a leader at the camp and was very good with the small boys. Pasha had come to see James at the school on the last day of the October holiday. "Hey, James. How are all my little friends? I haven't seen them since the camp. And what about Gleb? I have heard him several times in concert and on TV." "Hey, Pashka," James replied. "Where do you want to start?" referring to the boys. "Well, what about new pubes first," Pasha suggested. "No, what about little Yarik, my friend from the camp. He was starting pubes in August." "It's puberty, Pasha; you should see him now. In fact I have some photos taken last week in the baths. James's room was at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the three dormitories. The older boys' room was now on the third floor as the school had expanded and there were now fifteen boys in each class, except the eighth of five boys, making sixty-five choirboys, all boy sopranos except for 13-year-old Kirill, who doesn't sing now because of excessive puberty but is studying accompaniment techniques. Pasha settled down with James at the computer. He had carefully locked the door in case they were disturbed. "I was able to update the list last week because on the last day we had a swimming competition for all the boys." James had details of each boy in separate files. "Here's little Yarik," he continued, clicking on the file marked "Young Bushes". "So, you can see: `Yarik -- 11 years and three months; developed first pubes over the summer in camp''. James then brought up a photo taken at the baths. "Fucking hell he's really getting a bush now," Pasha remarked. "And his balls are much bigger than in the summer." It was true; little Yarik, who was in the 5 th class, was lined up with his classmates ready to swim, most of whom were still completely smooth. He was still quite boyish in his appearance, so his development was all the more impressive and his hairs were thick and tufting but confined to an attractive mass around his penis. "That's a good photo, James. See how thick they are. Hey zoom in on that wanker at the end of the line -- Max, isn't it. I remember him from last year when I told him not to be shy in the changing room. Fucking hell, he's going to have a dick like a horse, even longer than Kirill! And look at those balls." James explained that he had a real close up of Max, and brought up a file "Young Pubes - Big Balls". `Maxim -- aged 11 years one month. Often erect in the mornings when getting out of bed. First pubes appeared during the summer. Large bulbous balls.' "Whose the youngest with pubes? And let's see more in "Young Bushes" Pasha asked in excitement, unfastening his belt and opening his jeans and sliding them down so that they were clear of his enormous balls, snugly held by his blue cotton trunks. James opened the two files and explained about ten-year old Bogdan and nine year old Igor. He brought up photos of both taken at the poolside. "Oh my fuck: is that Bogdan? How old is he?" Pasha asked, as James zoomed in on his pubic region. "He was ten last week, and look at the fucking bush!" James explained. "Fucking spunker, mate!" Pasha exclaimed as he viewed the ample balls, which were still smooth despite a tuft of thick pubic hairs at the base of the well-wanked penis. The bush was even spreading across the entire pubic region. "And look at Igor; you would think he was eleven at the least!" James pointed out, zooming in on the young nine year olds. Amongst them was a tall, well-built boy with bulbous, well descended balls and a rather short but very fat penis which seemed to stick out as if erect with the knob exposed. "Fucking hell; he's hardly got any skin and you can see the knob already. And look at the tuft of pubes. He must be wanting it up a girl already!" It was true: Igor's member seemed to be sitting in a thick nest of black pubes, already bushy and tufting. The rest of his body seemed smooth and the balls also. "He was very keen to join the choir, but Dima thinks his voice won't last and he may have to leave. He can sing well still but his speaking voice has dropped an octave in a few weeks! "Fucking puberty! What about the eighth class?" Pasha asked. "Open that file, James!" These were the few boys in the school of fourteen years: Vanya, Ilya and Gleb. Vanya was a new boy and had settled in well. He was very small for his age but quite a character, and had soon entered the close group of Sasha, Kirill, Ilya, Gleb, Peter, Oleg and our other young friends. James brought up a photo of the three boys taken as they were diving into the pool. "Fucking puberty!" Pasha breathed, as he thought he saw the first dark hairs at the base of Gleb's penis. There is a ridge of skin where the penis joins the pubic area, and this was the place, where two curly hairs were just appearing! "Oh wow!" he continued, as James zoomed the photo in to concentrate on his genital area. "Look at those two pubes; they are black: I thought they would be fair like his head! Fucking Spunker! James brought up what he had written about the 8 th Class boys: `Gleb -- 14 years and one month. Just a very few pubes appearing. Largest knob in the choir and penis length second only to Kirill. Large balls and very well descended.' "I think I still have the record for having had the largest balls in the choir," Pasha added; "but his knob and dick are much larger than mine were at his age. Do you think he is wanking it? "You had a bush at his age, I think, Pasha," James remarked. "And, no, he is quite controlled but for how much longer? The hormones must be killing him! Oleg is not far behind," James continued, zooming in on the athletic but small 14-year-old with the defined chest. "Still smooth, though -- have a look," he added. It was true, Oleg's balls were now very rounded and full, weighing heavily in the large sac; and the penis was well-developed, with an impressive knob, still covered by the delicate foreskin, which was well-stretched with wanking. "Who's that small boy standing with the 8 th Class boys?" Pasha asked. "Oh, wow; yes!" James exclaimed. "That's Vanya. You wouldn't think he was older than even Gleb." It was true! Vanya looked about 11 at the most and his balls were very small for his age, and smooth, of course. "Shouldn't think he's even spunking yet! He looks younger that Igor," Pasha added. "He's a great friend of that group: Sasha, Gena, Gleb, Krill, Ilya etc; so he must be actively wanking it!" James replied. "You should speak to Sasha about him." "Don't worry, I shall," Pasha resolved, fingering his own member through the material of his pants. After reviewing the other boys, James and Pasha decided that most had not changed much. Ilya and Sasha hadn't grown many more pubes in the last year and they were still quite thin. However, Sasha's balls had considerable enlarged and there was a tuft long hairs growing from the base, looking like a thin beard hanging down. "So, what about you, Pasha? You are still looking boyish for 16," James remarked, placing his hand on the extensive bulge down the side of the boy's pants and feeling the excitement in his loins. "You still love me, even though I am almost a man now?" Pasha teased. "Of course I do," James replied, standing up, and drawing the boy close to him. Pasha was still quite short in stature, despite his age and pubertal development, and he had recently shaved, making his face, one again, very boyish. "So, what have you been doing for sex, my friend?" James asked as the two embraced, James feeling Pasha's member rising against his leg. "Not much; just normal porno online and a few times on the metro," Pasha confided. "It's really small boys you like, isn't it?" James said, remembering the boy's encounter with little Yarik at the camp. "Wouldn't mid a session with Gleb or Oleg!" Pasha sighed. "What do you think?" "Oleg; yes, I am sure. But Gleb can be difficult, as you know. I always feel guilty about Gleb, as if he was meant for holy things." "I know what you mean," Pasha replied, kissing James on the cheek and sitting down again. "That makes him all the more desirable!" "Why not come after school tomorrow when the boys are back. Dima [the director] will be glad to see you, and all the little kids would love to see you too," James suggested. And with that, the two went downstairs to the canteen to try to find some food. The cook was already there preparing for the return of the boys and she had some pies and tea ready for them. Shortly after, Pasha had to return home and James went to meet the director, Dimitry in his office to discuss plans for the boys' return. What had happened to our favourite boys during the holidays? Gleb had returned to his mother's place, which was empty because she was working away. Remember, it's not unusual for teenage boys to spend time alone for some days if their parents are away, and Gleb's flat was very nice, and Gleb a very careful boy. He didn't spend very much time there, just a day or so during school holidays and sometimes for a few hours on Sunday when he had some free time from school. On the Tuesday of the holiday week, he invited Sasha, Oleg, and Ilya round to his apartment. His other friends, Gena, were away. As we know, 13-year-olds Sasha is a great joker and teller of anecdotes, which often delighted the others, especially the more shy Ilya and Oleg. The three boys arrived in the morning and found Gleb waiting for them. "Hey, Gleb! Great apartment," Sasha observed. "I need to bring my girl here," he joked in his still boyish and unbroken voice. "You haven't got a girl!" Ilya shot back. "You wouldn't know where to put it." "Had it up against a cunt only last night," Sasha lied, smiling and trusting his thighs forward with the necessary movements! "He said `up a cunt' not up against a cunt'," Oleg joined in laughing. "Gleb's had it up a cunt, haven't you, you spunker?" Gleb went bright red, as he did when easily embarrassed. "Shut up, guys: we are embarrassing him," Ilya said as they all went into the living room. "It's okay, guys," I can take your jokes," Gleb replied, feeling a stirring in his loins, as he remembered his encounter with the girl after the concert in Summer. "If he managed to get it in, he'd never get it out with that knob of his," Sasha went on, pointing at the outline in Gleb's trousers. "The bigger the knob, the more pleasure, mate!" Oleg replied, pointing out his own outline in his pants. "You don't know what a real knob is, Sashka!" "Okay, guys; can we stop talking about fucking knobs, or you'll have me wanking it," Gleb put in, standing at the window looking out with his back to the others, hiding his growing erection. Ilya, who was the most sensitive of the group, went over to him and put his arms round his tall friend's shoulders. "Sorry, Gleb, but you know what we are like," he whispered. "It's okay," Gleb replied. "I knew if you came round it would be like this, he grinned, losing his control. "Come on then, you cunt," he said, turning to Sasha. "Let's hear about this girl!" he said in his silky sexy and unhardened voice. Sasha settled down and made up a fantasy as if it were real. Soon the boys were in laughter at Saaha's description, and didn't know if to believe him or not. "Fucking hell, mate; my dick was so hard it was almost lifting her off the ground!" he went on, describing his encounter with a girl at a disco. "She had her hands on my arse and was really pulling me close. Then she grabbed my balls and I started to blast off. Oh my fuck, you should have seen the mess on my pants!" "You can't spunk your pants; you are as dry as Vanya!" Gleb joked. He was sitting on the computer chair, his legs parted and his genitals very prominent. His penis was obviously swelled and the knob was pressing against the black material of his trousers. "Come on then, you cunt!" Oleg challenged. "Let's hear about our saintly friend. How have you been managing without wanking it?" he teased. "Fucking hell, mate; you should have seem me on Monday night," Gleb replied, unfastening the belt of his trousers and releasing the clasp to make himself more comfortable as he began his story. "You remember that slag Dasha I told you about at the camp. The one that had me after the concert? Well, I was in VK in the afternoon and I got a message from her saying she wanted to meet. She said she wanted to feel my knob up against her cunt again." "Fucking slag," Sasha interjected, taking the opportunity to divest himself of his trousers. Oleg and Ilya did the same, and soon all three were gathered around Gleb in their underpants. To be continued! Comments and suggestions to Vanya!!!