Date: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 16:32:52 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Dima's Choirboys Chapter 3 Dima's Choirboys Chapter 3 - Kirill, Victor and Pasha – Fucking Spunkers! 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. Thanks for good comments about the first two chapters, and for help with some English words and phrases! If you have not done so, you might read my previous story "Russian Choirboy Pubes" as it is about the same boys Artem, Pasha and Dima when they were younger and when Pasha and Artem were still smooth spunkers. Also `blue' means `gay' if you didn't work that out. I think it comes from the blue blood of Russian aristocracy, as it was the pastime of aristocratic males in those days. Boys appearing in this chapter: Pasha 14 year old soloist with full bush completely covering his balls and pubic area; Little Dima 15 year old soloist, well-developed balls and fine penis but still completely smooth; Tolya pre-puberty 10 year old; Sasha 12 year old smooth spunker; Peter 12 year old smooth dry-wanker and his cousin Victor (to be revealed in this chapter), and their friend Kirill – 12 year old with bush - FUCKING PUBERTY! "Hey, guys, where's my fucking brother?" Peter called out just as they were ready to enter the steam room. "It's okay," Dima said. "He's coming now. He had a call on his telephone. I can hear him on the stairs." As if at Dima's command, Victor appeared at the door. He had his towel round his middle and was a little out of breath. "Sorry guys, I was talking to the guard who made the banya." "You mean the young one who always had his hand on my fucking arse when he was talking to me?" Pasha asked with a grin. "How do you think I got him to agree to make the banya!" "And I thought he made the banya only for 200 roubles," Dima grinned. "He's nice really, and it's good to know we might be able to get favours from him. Come on, Victor, tell Us all." So, what had happened to Victor in the five minutes he had been delayed with the guard? Well, he had been a few minutes behind the other boys because of a telephone call from his girlfriend. He'd already taken off his clothes and wrapped the towel around him ready to follow his friends. When his friend Masha called he returned to the dormitory and started to touch himself as he talked to her, remembering their parting meeting when they had been locked in a passionate embrace, his hot penis pressing against her cunt, the immature spunk gently rising in his balls as she massaged his ample buttocks through the soft material of his trousers. He had come to a climax pressing against her, but his spunk was not so thick yet as to make much of a mess and was easily soaked into his pants and he wasn't sure if she had noticed. He had had no chance to come to a climax since then, as he had had to rush to the station soon after their parting. Neither did he get time to complete his actions now because he heard the guard in the corridor, so he ended his call and wrapped the towel round him ready to go. "Boy, why are you still here?" the guard asked, coming into the dormitory. "I am going now, I forgot my towel; and what the fuck is it to you, anyway!" the 12-year old replied. "You are just arrived. I am Igor. If you need anything, you can ask: cigarettes, drink?" he added, coming close to Victor, stroking his hair and then rubbing his hands across his towel-covered bottom. "And, so, this will cost me, I suppose!" Victor stated noticing that Igor was looking directly at the bulge in his towel. As if by accident, he let his towel fall to the floor revealing his still semi-hard penis, shapely balls and small tuft of pubic hair sitting like a nest at the base of his developing member." "OK, we will decide the cost," Igor replied, now rubbing the boy's bare bottom and then gently touching his penis, as he picked up the towel, giving it back to Victor, who then obliged the guard with a free show of a few strokes, pulling the skin back twice. "Maybe I shall decide!" Victor replied. "Choirboys are very expensive!" And with that, he wrapped the towel round his middle and went down quickly to the basement where the others were waiting. After, Victor had told his story, he put his towel on the peg revealing his still semi-hard penis and pubic development to his new friends. He was not a tall boy, and his penis was really quite fat, not overlong as to swing when he walked, but well supported by his firm ball-sac which was quite devoid of any hair. As we have said, his pubes were confined to a sexy tuft at the base of his penis. Just a few tiny hairs were spreading across the pubic area, but these were hardly visible. As for the foreskin, this was well-stretched and it was obvious that the skin slid far back during the process of wanking. "Was it the guard or Masha who made you hard?" joked Kirill as Victor and his friends went to the steam room. Kirill, proud that his pubic bush was not far behind Pasha's in development sat next to him in the top bench and his brother Peter beside him. Dima, Tolya and Victor took the lower shelf. The others were quick to follow and sat on the benches, which had been spread with white sheets. Pasha poured some aromatic balsam onto the hot stones and all breathed in the atmosphere. "Pity Artem is not here. He is great fun and would have had some funny stories for us," Dima said. "But he will come tomorrow when we have our first practice together in the evening." For our foreign friends, I have been asked to explain about the Russian banya. Some people have expressed shock that boys will go to a bath house and sit in hot steam together without any clothes. But, of course, it is very normal and great Russian tradition for men and boys to go to the banya. It is great for health and for friendship. In every town there are public banyas where one can go with friends. Sometimes there are mixed banyas, but then people must wear clothes. But if it is a normal banya of course they do not wear clothes. I think it was also a tradition in the U.S.A. for men and boys to bathe without clothes, but don't know if they do this now. So, our friends lay in turn on the benches and were beaten strongly by the others with the branches. This cleans the skin and makes us healthy. Remember that Pasha is the only blue boy in our group. He has never had feelings for any girl, neither has he felt any girl; but the others are normal boys and when they are young they do a lot of wanking, even before they can spunk and certainly before they have any hair. In our last stories we showed how boy live together in summer camps and, of course, in the rooms with four comrades they often do this together. But to say these boy are blue would be a great mistake. Well-brought-up boys often don't take girls until they are fifteen or sixteen, or, if they do, often the friendship is just normal. Of course, in Russia, like many places, there are many badly-brought-up guys who are not controlled by good parents, and these boys are a problem and have been so since the fall of the Soviet Union. But in the schools the teachers are not frightened of them, so they don't get the upper hand unless the teacher is a new girl badly trained in pedagogical technique. If so, they may cause trouble by wanking under the desk to embarrass the teacher. But the older teachers would not stand for this and would control them by speaking to them very angrily or threatening them with a psychologist! So the banya was very successful and had the effect of bonding our new friends with Dima and Pasha. "Will you stay with us tonight, Dima?" asked our new friends, as they sat in the steam room. "Yes, of course; Pasha too will stay. We have to leave early to go to school, but we will be back in the evening to help you sing. Artem will be here too." "Are you sure that your sexy Nastia will let you come," Pasha teased. "Haven't you got something to finish with her?" "Fuck off, Pashka," Dima teased. "You know Nastia does as I tell her, and my singing must come first. I'll fuck her on the weekend, if I can. What about you guys? Let's hear about your girls," he added, remembering Pasha's desire to test the waters with Kirill. "Well, I have a girl, but I think she will dump me now," Victor said sadly. "She sounded strange on the telephone when she called me." "You are only 12, Victor; you must wait to fuck girls. Unless you are like Artem who was sucked by a girl at your age, if his story is true," Pasha said. "What about you Kirill? What of your girls? Tell all!" Kirill seemed a little embarrassed and merely answered that he had no time for girls because he was a sportsman as well as a singer and did not have time. "I too, have no time," Pasha stated. "I have too much to do with my singing. But I don't know what will happen when my voice hardens," he added, looking at Kirill closely. The subject was changed, as Dima did not want to push the boys too far on their first meeting by joking about Pasha's encounters with boys on the metro or of his friendship with his beloved Jack at the camp. So, the rest of the day passed quietly. Dima, their teacher and friend, arrived back early. The cooks had arrived also in preparation for the next day when all the new boys would come, and they cooked dinner for our boys. It was at dinner that Dima was able to introduce the new sports teacher to the boys: Michael Nickoliavich. He would also be in charge of the boys welfare in the corpus. He was a young man of about thirty years and the boys like him immediately, although they felt he might be rather strict. He would sleep in a room adjoining the three dormitories. The doctor would be arriving in the morning when she would give everyone a medical inspection. "So, tonight, it will be rather informal as just a few are here. You may go to the games' room and play and then to bed at 10 o'clock," Misha informed them. "We have made permanent beds in the dormitory for Pasha, Artem and Dima when they are here. So, just go to the corpus now and relax until bed time. Second supper will be at 9 p.m." So, the new boys went up to play, Pasha and Dima remaining to talk to Dima for some minutes. "So, boys, I chose Misha very carefully," Dima explained. "He is a sportsman, not a musician, but I think he will be rather successful with our boys. He has rather a rough manner but I think it will be necessary when boys live together constantly. As you know, most of the teachers will be women and work just in the day, so it is important to have another man about the place." Dima then went off with Misha to discuss details for the arrival of the new boys in the morning, instructing Dima and Pasha to go up to play with the new boys. Dima and Pasha went off together to find the others whom they found in the games room settled either at the computer or playing cards. "I'm going to talk to Kirill," Pasha said to Dima: "I'll send you a message if I need you!" As soon as he could get Kirill alone for a minute he suggested going to explore the school further on their own, to which suggestion his friend readily agreed. Pasha observed the boy's face closely. "Fucking puberty," he thought as he noticed a few short hairs above Kirill's lip. "He's certainly been shaving". "What time do you have to go in the morning?" Kirill asked as they climbed the stairs to the third floor, which was at present unused. "About 7 o'clock," Pasha replied. "But, fuck, I have just remembered my mother is returning home tomorrow and I havening shaved in the two weeks since she was away. She'll be very angry when she sees this," he said, running his finger over the thickening hairs above his lip. "I have a razor," Kirill volunteered. "You can use it later, if you want," he continued as they explored the deserted floor. There were several old classrooms and dormitories which had belonged to the Cadet School in Soviet times and had yet to be renovated. "Fucking puberty! You are only 12 and shaving already!" Pasha said as they entered what must once have been a teachers' room. "Well, you're only fourteen and quite well developed too," Kirill replied, rather nervously as they both looked out of the window onto the darkening street. "But fuck, I didn't have pubes until I was 13," Pasha teased, as he put his arm around Kirill and then gently rested it on the boy's soft bottom. "Look, we can see the trams below," Kirill replied – his voice shaking, and then continued to tell that he had first started his pubes aged nearly eleven. "So, when were you fucking spunking?" Pasha asked, gently rubbing the boy's bottom. "I was firing with blanks until about my twelfth birthday and then the spunk came thick and fast," he added, as Kirill turned from the window and looked directly into Pasha's blue eyes. "Fucking wanker, Pasha!" Kirill breathed, going red. " I could spunk at ten," he continued as the two stood alone looking at each other in the silence. Both boys were of equal height because, as we have explained, Pasha was not a tall boy for his age, and never had been. Kirill, on the other hand was about normal height for his age and very athletic and strong. Pasha gently put his hands on Kirill's strong shoulders and looked into his beautiful eyes. He then kissed Kirill on the cheek, which would not be unusual for two Russian friends when greeting or saying "Goodbye". But on this signal, Kirill moaned slightly and embraced Pasha tightly, their two hot members meeting and throbbing hungrily as they kissed on the mouth. "Fucking wanker, Pasha," I think I'm going to spunk!" the boy moaned as Pasha explored the boy's mouth with his tongue. "Hush, just take it easy. Wait a minute," Pasha urged as he pushed Kirill gently away. "You're not used to this, are you?" Soon the crisis had passed and Kirill's erection subsided a little but left him hungry and excited. Pasha explained that he was sure the boy would get plenty of fun with the choir but the straight boys wouldn't go in for kissing, just wanking, and in the case of Little Dima, sucking as well. "Fucking hell, Pasha, you mean Little Dima likes to be sucked? OMF – is he really 15?" "Yes, he's our oldest completely smooth spunker – and can he fucking spunk! I'll send him a message to join us, if you like!" and with that, Pasha send an SMS – `Come alone third floor – ALONE!' Pasha gently took Kirill by the hand and led him to a sofa that still remained in the room. The two boys sat side by side, Pasha taking Kirill's hand and laying it softly on his own genitals, which were outlined in his thin trousers. He could feel the boy shaking with nerves as he cupped his hand around Pasha's bulge and swelling penis. "Take it easy; let's wait for Dima: I can hear him now. Dimka, come here!" he called softly as he heard his soft footsteps approach. Soon, Dima appeared at the door looking as innocent and boyish as ever. "So, guys, what are you two up to? Is our blue boy seducing you, Kirill???" Kirill didn't know what to say and just blushed because he was, as yet, unfamiliar with our friends' banter and he had never experimented with boys before. Since at least a year he had been very interested in boys and especially liked to be with his friends in the changing rooms where he knew that his mostly smooth and pubeless friends were impressed with his developing bush. Over the summer it had grown considerably thicker and more impressive. Dima sat down beside Kirill and put his arm round his shoulder. "Tell us your fantasy, Kirill. What do you think about when you wank?" The boy was a little nervous to tell, so Pasha came to the rescue. "Okay, guys: we will tell each in turn," and he went on to tell of his exploits in the metro. "What really makes me spunk is to see a beautiful sailor boy or army kadet in the metro, a smooth spunker or just with a few pubes. The uniform is so sexy! I can usually judge by their faces if they have pubes. Fucking hell, you know how the cadets have such soft summer uniforms and tight trousers, wider at the bottom of the leg and tight around the arse in the case of sailor boys and showing their bulging balls. Well, if I see such a boy about 12 or 13 years old, I like to get right behind him, and if the metro or bus is so crowded, everyone is packed together. Fucking spunker: by the time I'm on the bus and positioned behind him, I'm getting hard already, and you've seen I've got balls like a fucking bull, so I get right up to the crack in his trousers and start pressing my dick into him like a baton. If he doesn't resist, I try to get my hand round to his dick and if it's getting hard I start wanking him through his trousers until I spunk up." "And if they do resist, you get his fist in your balls, I suppose," replied Kirill, who was getting interested in the description. "What if you cum in your pants? It makes such a mess when I spunk my pants!" "That's his problem," Dima added. His mother must be fed up of washing his pants. As for me, it was the guys in our choir who taught me to wank two years ago. I have to be careful at home because I have such fucking strong orgasms, as Pasha will tell you!" By this time, Kirill was fully hot and ready to tell all. He told of his obsession with boys who were still smooth or just getting pubes and had always wanted to pull the skin back on a smooth boy's penis, make him hard and then suck him. "So, isn't our little Dima beautiful and attractive to you?" Pasha asked. Dima likes being sucked: he says boys do it better than girls, but he reserves it only for his special friends." Kirill was speechless with excitement as Little Dima stood up and took Kirill by the hand. "Okay, guys, shirts and vests off and we will look at each other. Pasha, you can describe us both." As if to oblige, Pasha made the two boy stand opposite each other. "So to compare faces and bare chests: Dima is still showing no signs of outward puberty in his beautiful face. His voice is beautiful and soft. His chest is well-built but smooth and his arms have no hair under them and just down below the elbows. You are very, very sexy, Dimka and I am sure that many man have orgasms just listening to you sing and imagining what your balls are like!" "Kirill, although a full three years younger than our baby mascot shows signs of puberty in the face and we know he is shaving a little. His voice is still soft and unhardened and his chest is still hairless but very athletic. Lift your arms, Kirill! Fucking puberty! As we thought, some tufts of hair in each pit! Now look at the fucking nipple, Dimka. Very puffy and sensitive, I think," he said massaging each nipple in turn. "Okay," he continued: "Pants off and let's compare." "You must, too, Pasha!" insisted Dima. "Let's compare your fucking bush with Kirill's. For me, I am much more beautiful," he teased. A moment later, all three were completely naked except for their socks! Not surprisingly, Kirill and Pasha were completely erect, Dima remaining yet in a normal condition! As we know, Pasha's penis was long and thick and really did not grow very much with erection, just swelling considerably. Kirill, on the other hand, was quite normal in size when soft and not so think but when erect – FUCKING PUBERTY – grew to an enormous length and pointed straight up, flat against his stomach, his balls hanging full and low! Pasha's balls were huge and rounded, as we know, and now covered with a thick bush which easily obscured sight of the balls. When he had been smooth, the sight of such equipment was enough to make even the most heterosexual boys and men excited. Kirill's balls were not as large, but very impressive and his bush also very thick for his age. "Fucking Hell, Kirill!" Dima commented. "How long is your dick? Can you suck it?" It was one of Kirill's favourite pastimes to suck his own penis and he got much pleasure from it; but now he had eyes only for Dima's smooth, full, balls and penis of ample proportions. "Kirill, sit down on that chair on Pasha's lap, and I'll stand in front of you," Dima commanded. "You can suck me, if you like. Pasha will have his way with your bottom and wank you also." Pasha sat on the chair and gently took Kirill onto his lap, placing his fat penis between the boy's bottom. Pasha didn't come quickly now, so he would have some fun and pleasure. He slid his right hand between the boy's stomach and erect penis, which was hard against the tummy. "So, Kirill," Dima commanded. See if you can make me hard. Just massage my dick, pull the skin right back and then gently put it into your mouth and start sucking. No teeth, please!" On this command, Kirill pulled the soft foreskin back to reveal the soft and exciting head of the penis, milky white and extremely sensitive. Pasha was running his fingers through Kirill's bush as the boy pushed down with his bottom onto his hot penis. Dima began to moan as Kirill softly sucked his sensitive head, his penis now having reached its full erection and the spunk gently rising from his heavy balls. To be continued......... -- Ivan Ivanocich