Date: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 12:29:17 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes - An Interlude with Artem, Pasha and Igor. An Interlude with Pasha, Artem and Igor This story contains scenes of a mild sexual nature and if you are not allowed to read it please don't. If you are notold 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. As we await our story continuing, let's just take a few minutes to spend in the room of our dear Artem, Pasha and Igor. The three choirboys and friends had made their way back to their room after visiting the shower to wash. In the early morning, Dima would go to the airport to collect the English choirboys and their leaders, so it was the last few hours of peace and security until the unknown situation brought about by their visitors presented itself. As they reached the corpus (living house), they realised that the other boys were already in their rooms and settling down to sleep. The three were still in good and sexy spirits after their wanking in the shower and they were in the mood for some friendly banter. "So, Artem, have you prepared your welcome speech in English for our friends?" Pasha asked his friend, who was already undressing and sitting on his bed studying a text. "Fuck, Pashka, I'll never remember it," he said, stretching himself out on his bed with his hands behind his head. His body was still boyishly beautiful, and his face still retained the innocence of a boy soprano despite the thickening hairs above his lip and the light down on his face. His legs and arms were still smooth and his muscular chest was quite devoid of a single hair. "Artem, you are so fucking sexy," Igor blurted out, admiring the boy lying there in just his briefs.. "If I wern't into girls I could fancy you as much as Pasha does," he joked. "Fuck off, Igor," Pasha retorted playfully. Artem has only eyes for Dimka," we all know that," he said sitting on Artem's bed and stroking his chest. "It's true, Pasha, but you can keep stroking my chest, Dima won't mind." Artem replied, as Pasha ran his soft hands down Artem's chest. "Anyway, Igor, when are you going to tell us about your conquests?" "I will, I will," Igor replied, looking at Pasha's balls and penis firmly supported by his tight black cotton trunks, which, although the boy was completely soft gave the impression of a huge erection. "Pasha, you've spunked only just now, so you can't be ready again," Igor giggled as he admired Pasha's sexy body and watched as the two boys sat closely together. Pasha was now sitting up on Artem's bed with the boy's head lying across his knees. "It's good our English friends can't see you, or they would think you two completely blue," Igor said taking off his shorts ready to get into his own bed. Pasha was meanwhile looking rather lovingly at Artem as he stroked his head. "Fuck, Pashka, you dick is pressing into my head," he said, moving his head from side to side to give Pasha's fast-growing penis some stimulation. "Pasha, you are so funny, " Igor said, watching from his bed across the room as the two boys as Pasha responded by cupping his hand over Artem's growing bulge in his white briefs. "Fucking hell, Pasha, do you want to make me spunk again," Artem murmured, his penis straining at the material and pushing out the briefs, exposing his thick bush for Pasha to admire. "Fucking spunker, Artem, your bush is almost as thick as Igor's now. " "You're not doing bad yourself, for being a smooth spunker just a few weeks ago," Artem replied, sitting up suddenly and pulling down the front of Pasha's trunks to reveal the pubic region now widely spread with sexy little hairs. Pasha obliged by slipping off the trunks, his penis slapping hard against his stomach. "Are you going to suck him, Artem,?" Igor asked with some excitement, remembering the time Pasha had spunked up pressing his penis into his bottom. "Come on, Igor, you can suck him," Artem added. "You boast of sex with your girlfriend but you admitted our fun was better." Igor climbed out of his bed and quickly slipped off his briefs, revealing his dense pubic hair of adult proportions. "Fucking spunker, Igor" you are so hot," Pasha said, running his hand over the boys hairy legs and fondling the thick bush. "I thought you preferred beautiful smooth spunkers," Igor joked. "I do, but Dima and the other are asleep, so you will have to do,," Igor shot back. "Here, sit down between my legs, Igor, and let me wank you while you are sucking Pasha," Artem commanded. Igor obliged and sat on the bed in Artem's arms while Pasha came close, his milk-white balls bigger and heavier than ever. Artem had meanwhile managed to position his penis between Igor's buttocks and had started to massage the boy's still limp penis into action. Pasha ran his fingers through the thickening hairs above Igor's lip as Igor in turn gently took Pasha's penis between his two fingers and drew back the foreskin. Igor then placed his hands on Pasha's full, round, buttocks and drew him closer, gently taking the head of the penis into his mouth and sucking gently. As we know, Pasha was one of the most sexually-powered boys in the choir, and soon he was hot with excitement. Artem was now gently wanking Igor's penis, which he had managed to find in the forest of hair, and which was swelling to a decent proportion. "Rub his balls, Igor; it will make him cum," Artem commanded. So the boy gently took the huge, low-hanging balls (which were almost devoid on any hair) into his hand and gently fondled them as he continued to explore the boy's foreskin with his tongue, sucking gently as Pasha emitted copious amounts of pre-cum.. As we know, Pash's foreskin was very loose and easily retracted, so it was easy to explore it. "Fuck, Igor, stand up!" Artem commanded. "I don't want to spunk on the bed," he said, getting up quickly before he lost control. He was just in time and manage to direct the blasts of spunk onto the floor, which was covered with linoleum. "Fuck, I'm ready to cum, " Igor called, as Pasha quickly positioned himself to take Igor's penis into his mouth, burying his face into the thick bush, Igor in turn hotly wanking Pasha's penis. They came together, Pasha pouring his sunk onto the floor whilst savouring Igor's spunk, which was not so copious due to his recent spunking in the shower. "Fucking hell, that was great," Igor said. "You see, it's just fun; it's doesn't mean we are blue," Artem added. "No, but it was fucking classic," Pasha concluded, as the three cleaned up the floor and prepared for bed. "So, Artem, do you think we'll have this fun with our English friends?" Igor asked. "Don't know; we'll have to be careful," Artem replied. "In any case, we can take a good look at them. "I bet there is no-one to compare for size. You'd better be careful, Pasha; we will shock them if we appear naked in the showers with the size of our balls.." "I hope there are some smooth spunkers," Pasha added. "Someone like our little Dima. "Yes, we are a bit short of smooth boys now," Artem admitted. I've been reviewing my list and I think I'll have to tell Dima he better hurry up and train some of the juniors, as our time as choirboys may not be long. "It's okay, Artem; our voices are still fine, except perhaps for Igor, who has a deep speaking voice. Our normal voices are still quite high. "Yes, it's true; even the twins are still in good voice, and their bushes are complete now," Artem admitted, getting into bed. And with that, the three boys settled down to sleep in the expectation of meeting their new friends the following morning. Vanya