Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 01:16:17 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Dima's Choirboys - Chapter 6 Dima's Choirboys Chapter 6 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 story in any other sites without my specific permission. I was very glad to get encouraging mails about the last chapter, so I hope you will enjoy this. Appearing in this Chapter: Artem - 15-year-old soprano soloist with full bush; Little Dima – 15-year-old-soprano soloist, well-developed balls and fine penis but still completely smooth; Pasha – 14-year-old blue (gay) soprano soloist with balls as described in last chapter! Boys of the 6 th Class: Sasha - smooth spunker; Peter - smooth dry-wanker, and his cousin Victor with well - developed tuft of pubes and thick spunker; and Kirill with large balls, large penis and fucking bush! Gena – 5 th Class – Smooth spunker. Fucking puberty! Igor - Guard who has desire for choirboys! Michael Nickoliavich - teacher of sport and Second Director who likes rubbing bottoms! After his encounter with his new friend, Pasha had rushed to school but was relieved to see several of his classmates in the street. Fortunately for him, his teacher had not arrived for the first class and the lesson had been cancelled and all the guys walked into the street. Now they were heading back for the second lesson. During the next break he made for the canteen and saw Artem waiting at the table for some food. He got up to him without being seen and prodded him in the back. "Pashka, you idiot! I will spill this glass of tea, " Artem cried in jest, as he turned to see Pasha. "Let's sit at the table and talk." It had been arranged that both boys would go over to the music school at the end of the morning shift to demonstrate some solos. Dima would be there too. "I had better travel with you on the metro this afternoon to keep you out of trouble," Artem said, after Pasha had related his story to his best friend. "Why do you have to have sex with boys in the Metro? You will get beaten one day!" "Okay, come with me : I want to save myself for Kirill," Pasha replied in jest, not answering Artem's question.. "You mean, you want me to save you from being beaten by some fucking redneck whom you have felt up in the metro!" Artem stated as they got up from the table to go to their classes. "I don't know what we will do with you," he continued, giving Pasha a friendly smack on his fine bottom as they separated to go to their different classes- Back at our new music school, all the boys had now arrived and classes were well under way. Academic lessons were to be held in the mornings and music and choir practice after lunch. Peter, Kirill, Victor and Sasha, who were all 12, had been joined in the 6th class by eight other boys. The classes were still quite small because Dima (the Director and Choirmaster) wanted to establish a strong corps of boys in the first year and then admit more numbers later. All had fine soprano voices of good potential and a love of music but some were rather rough and would need discipline. Just now they were being spoken to by Misha ( Michael Nickoliavich) who was telling them that shortly they must all go to the medical room for inspection by the doctor. "So, you can undress to your underwear now in the dormitory and put on slippers and go to the medical room," he instructed. The dormitory for the 6th class was on the second floor, as we described in an earlier chapter, so the boys were soon there. None of them had met the doctor before, so they did not know what to expect. Usually in Russian schools they are quite elderly grandmothers. Just as they were getting ready, they heard the boys of the 5th class returning to their dormitory after their inspection. "Hey, guys; what's it like?" Kirill shouted to one boy as he passed the door. "She'll have the fucking skin back on your dick, mate," he teased. "And she's checking for pubes, which you haven't got!" he added. " She'll not see my balls for my fucking bush, mate! And she would find nothing on you, you dry wanker" Kirill replied, cupping his hand over the bulge in his black uniform trousers and fingering the penis pressing against the material, at the same time looking closely at the attractive eleven year old who was sporting an interesting bulge in his blue underpants. "Fucking spunking, though, mate!" the boy flashed back, briefly lowering his pants to reveal a perfectly smooth pubic area but shapely, hanging balls. The head of the lengthy penis was just poking through the foreskin. "Come on, Gena, and stop wanking," one of his friends called from the dormitory next door. Gena smiled at Kirill and went off to his friends leaving the boy quite excited. "Fucking puberty," he thought, making a mental note to tell Pasha about his encounter when he arrived later. "Hey, guys, hurry up," Victor called: "We'll be late for the fucking doctor. Soon the boys were in the medical room. Peter Victor and Kirill were called together. They had been waiting with the others in the outer room, stripped to their underpants. Sasha, with Peter and Danil (two boys who had arrived only that morning) had preceded them. All the boys in the 6th Class were twelve years old and the oldest of the new intake with the exception of Dima, Pasha and Artem, who would be singing at concerts and some practices to help train the choir in good tones. The Sports teacher, Misha was with the doctor and would remain for the examination to make his own notes for Dima the choirmaster. He had already seen the ten boys of the 4 th Class of ten year olds and the eleven boys of the 5 th Class. All were healthy. Most of the ten-year-olds were immature for their age, except one, Gosha, who was well-built and with bulbous testicles and could possibly be a smooth spunker. Of the 5 th Class boys, Gena stood out with his shapely, pear-like balls and ample penis, and was almost certainly on the brink of a growth of pubes. When it came to the examination of our friends in the 6 th Class we already know that Peter is a dry wanker with no pubertal development to show, and that Victor has a fine tuft of hairs around the base of his penis, and of course, we need not remind you of Kirill's fine bush! However the other boys in the class showed very little sign of puberty and Kirill's fine member looked a little out of place amongst the others. There was just Peter and Sasha whose balls were descended. Most of the boys could slide the foreskin back when the doctor took them in hand but some foreskins were rather tight. The doctor told Kirill that he must not do games today because he had a slight fever but could still go to classes. "Go and get changed now before you catch cold," she told the boy. So, Kirill made his way up to the dormitories where all was quiet as the school was all in class. As he put on his clothes and was thinking of taking the opportunity of wanking in private he heard some slight noise as if a bed was making a creaking noise from the 5 th Class dormitory next door. He knew that the boys from that class had gone to the swimming lesson because he had seen them walking down in their tight shorts. However, he remembered that he had not seen the sexy Gena. "Bet the fucker is wanking in the dormitory," he thought, his penis hardening as he crept out into the corridor and suddenly opened the door. There was Gena on his bed, feet together, pants round his ankles and penis fully erect wanking slowly, his fist tightly gripped round the swollen member which was hard against his stomach . He was intently watching some video on his phone and moaning softly as he fingered the soft head of the penis between finger and thumb. On being suddenly disturbed, the boy threw a blanket over himself quickly. "Fucking puberty, Gena, are you wanking it?" Kirill said as he grabbed the blanked exposing Gena's smooth balls and fully erect penis. ""Oh, it's you, you cunt!" Gena replied , looking relieved. "Shut the fucking door, I'm almost spunking mate!" he exclaimed, as he took hold of his penis and continued his ministrations, picking up his phone which had fallen on the bed. Kirill obeyed and returned, looking closely at Gena's attractive body. The boy had jet black hair and blue eyes and was lying on the bad with his legs gathered up. He hadn't a hair on his body except that his fucking tash was beginning to show ever so slightly. His balls were shapely and fully descended and his penis fat and lengthy. "Fucking hell, you bastard!" Gena breathed, as he rested for a while. "Just coming to the point of spunking, mate, then backing off. I've been at this for ages!" His penis slapped back against his slim stomach, the skin fully back and moisture lubricating the shaft. The ample balls were drawn up, the testicular balls prominently outlined through the sac You're still dry wanking, mate, with those smooth balls: not a fucking pube anywhere!" Kirill teased, knowing full well that the boy's spunk would be thick and mature and coming any moment! "Shut the fuck up," the eleven-year-old replied, still holding off, letting the sensations settle a little. Kirill took the opportunity of unfastening his belt, unzipping his smart black trousers and sitting down on the wooden chair at the side of Kirill's bed. He was wearing orange pants with black stripes of the style that gave more support than briefs and which kept the genitals gathered in a shapely bulge at the front. He pulled down the front of the pants and presented a thrilling sight of black curly pubes and his very lengthy member which was now becoming erect. He slid the skin fully back, exposing the swollen knob, pointing menacingly at Gena. "Fucking hell, mate. You been cutting it to make it grow? " Gena said, as he examined the boy's pubic region, and taking hold of a tuft of the thick curly pubic bush! "Had the fucker since I was eleven!" Kirill boasted, taking hold of Gena's hand and placing it firmly on his own penis, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the bulbous milk-white head. "And spunking?" Gena asked, with new respect, leaving off wanking himself with his right hand and feeling Kirill's hot member. "Dry wanking it at nine, you cunt. Spunking about ten!" Kirill still boasted, now reaching out and running his fingers over Gena's bare pubic area and pressing firmly into the base of his penis! "Oh you fucking bastard" Gena exclaimed, in delight, as he felt Kirill's firm pressure, and lifting his bottom and moving closer, his legs now stretched out and his toes gripped together. His slim naked body writhing in ecstasy as his boyish orgasm again started to build up. "Oh my fuck. We could do with is some girls here. I'd soon have this up her cunt," Gena continued. "Yeah, you're right, mate", Kirill lied, thinking only of the gorgeous Gena and grabbing the boy's dick as he gently took it fully in his fist. "What the fuck, you blue bastard. But, fucking hell, wank me slowly," he exclaimed, gripping the bed with his hands as Kirill took the fat member and started wanking it, his left hand cupped around Gena's ample balls. "Oh my fuck, you are squeezing my nuts" Gena breathed. "Stop a minute, you blue cunt! I don't want to spunk yet!!" Kirill's penis was now fully erect, so the boy left off touching Gena and almost doubled up so that he could just take the hot knob into his mouth, lubricating it with his tongue. Gena had never seen a boy able to suck his own dick before and it brought him to the height of excitement. He pressed his hand down on the boy's head, helping him to get more into his mouth. Suddenly the door opened and both boys in horror saw the guard Igor walk into the room. He had been spying on the boys through the carefully disguised spy cameras he had placed in the dormitories. He was almost up to the boys before they heard him. Gena saw him first, as Kirill had his back to the door . "And so, what happened when Igor found you?" Artem asked in excitement, as Kirill and Gena told their story to Pasha, Artem and Dima after the choir practice that evening. "I was so fucking embarrassed," Kirill told. "I was just spunking when he got hold of me and dragged me to my feet holding my arse against his dick pressing through his pants. Just at that moment, the others started to come back, so he left off and went out. We managed to clean up quickly before the others came in." "Well, I think we must do something about that bastard," Pasha said. "Let's have a think!" And any ideas for dealing with Igor can be sent to ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru