Date: Wed, 15 May 2013 12:38:38 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes pt 11 An Interlude with Artem and Pasha 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. Part Eleven An Interlude with Artem and Pasha Artem had just returned from the presentation in Moscow where he had sung in concert before the President at the ceremony at which his grandfather and Vova had received their medals. He was a very proud boy, and had sung even better than at any other time. He was now a boy soprano at the height of his powers, his voice still retaining something of the innocence of boyhood with all the maturity, range, depth, expression and power of an adult singer. In fact, his voice now surpassed that of any woman soprano, especially in ease of production and range, which encompassed the top c in fine and unforced tones and the rich and notes of the contralto singer. They had all returned to his grandfather's apartment where they had had a great supper with Dima, of course. Dima had an early appointment, so Artem returned home alone after the celebrations. His mother was away on business still, so he had the apartment to himself. He felt a little flat after the great excitement of the past. As we know, Artem still retained much of his boyish looks and his speaking voice, at fourteen, was still unbroken; so despite his thickening pubes he was hopeful that he might have another year as a boy soprano. As he sat at his computer, Artem reflected on his confused emotions. His deep love for his frend Dima (thirty years his senior) was a great comfort to him. Less than a year ago, when the choir had been formed and Dima had become his teacher and then close friend, Artem had been a normal, if somewhat confused, Russian boy in early puberty. Some months before that, he had had a rather strange experience with a girl a year his senior who had been very eager to take advantage of the poor, fatherless boy. She had obviously noticed the 12-year-old's even then impressive bulge in his school trousers, and had taken advantage of his innocence. One afternoon, after school, this girl - whom we shall not name - had lured Artem into an empty room and taken him into her arms. The twelve-year-old boy had easily become aroused as she drew him close, placing her hands first on his smooth silky buttocks, and then. feeling his arousal, placing her left hand on his growing penis before unzipping his trousers and exposing his throbbing erection and peeling back the still tight foreskin. Instinctively the boy had known how to perform as she took his penis into her mouth and sucked the tender head; and this first experience had made the boy ecstatic with joy as he felt his young spunk rising from his balls for the first time. "Oh my fuck, what is happening?" he had thought, as he moaned quietly,thinking not about the girl, but about the boys in his class who excited him. Being a well brought up boy, he had felt rather ashamed as he shot his first watery spunk into her mouth, but then immediately wondered what it would be like to do the same to his cute friends now entering puberty. Before that day, Artem had wanked only irregularly, but from then on he took delight in his new-found experience. He had begun compiling his famous list of the pubertal development of his friends, and his rather tight foreskin became by the day easier to retract; and by the time Artem had joined the choir, he was thickly spunking and just getting his first downy pubes, as we witnessed in the first part of our story. Now, almost a year later, his mind focused mainly on his comrades, and his great emotional love for Dima! He was a highly-sexed boy and at this moment in our story, he was arousing himself by updating his list of choirboy puberty. He sat in just his briefs at his computer, and was just beginning to wank when he had a message that Pasha was online. "Paska, come on Skype," Artem wrote; and soon both boys were communicating: "What you doing, Artem?" Pasha asked. "Wanking?" "Pashka, turn on your camera, if you are alone," Artem commanded. So, after each had ascertained that the other was alone, they turned on their cameras. Artem told Pasha about the ceremony at which he had been presented to the president himself in Moscow. "Fuck, Artem, you are so lucky," Pasha added. "Ive had nothing to do all day except school and my hometasks. But if you are updating you stupid list, as you say you are, you can add something about me," he added mischievously. "Tell it, tell. What is it?" Artem added. At that, Pasha stood up from the chair on which he was sitting. He was wearing just his white cotton trunks which helped support his ample balls and thick penis. Slowly he lowered the band of his trunks revealing his pubic region. "Fucking puberty, Pasha," Artem shouted! "Are those hairs??! Pasha brought the high definition camera close to the base of his penis so that Artem could clearly see the many small but very dark hairs spreading across the boy's pubic region. "Fucking wanker, Pashka; you have me hard already. Show your balls. Any hair there yet?" Pasha carefully examined his well-descended testicles and found two hairs at the very base of the left ball sac. "Pasha, Pasha, pull the skin back and start wanking," Artem said as he stood up fingering his own swollen head, the skin fully back. Pasha did likewise, the thick helmet of his head popping out excitingly. And so the two choirboys spent the next twenty minutes wanking and in excited conversation about the boys on Artem's updated list. "I saw the twins, Vlad and Vova in the showers after sport today," Pasha added. "Fuck, you should see their bushes now, thick and almost covering their balls. It's a wonder they can still sing but they have great voices still, haven't they? "Yes, yes, they do," Artem replied, updating his list; "Did you see if the had more hair under the arms? "Fuck, yes; both have quite thick tufts, and they are just 12 now, I think! And you should see the hair on their fucking legs!" "Fucking spunkers," Artem replied as he alternated between wanking and updating the details. "There soon won't be any smooth boys over 12 left in our choir at this rate, except for little Dima! There are the the boys in the junior school, of course, but even some of those have pubes ....." "Fuck, yes,- I've been wanking at the thought of those 10-year-old spunkers ever since the banya," Pasha interupted. "Any news about Igor?" " Well, I have him on my list as details needing updating. I'd forgotten about him, as he's rather quiet but has a rather nice voice. He's in the 7B class and 13 now. We can look him up in the canteen tomorrow if you like. He was smooth at the last sighting. "Doubt he will be now, as his voice is quite deep and he looks a candidate for a bush, but we must check, you are right!" Pasha remarked. And with that both boys wanked wildly, and came closer to climax. Pasha suddenly shot such a mess on the floor that he had to rush to get a cloth. Artem, meanwhile got so excited that he almost collapsed off his chair as he came, but managed to catch most of his spunk in a mug which he kept for the purpose on his desk! When both boys had been younger, it had not been a problem catching the clear spunk, but now Pasha especially had a real problem as sometimes his outlets were so copious and often came at embarrassing times without stimulation. Only that day when the boy was in the metro he had seen an very hot 12 year old from the cadet school waiting on the crowed platform in his stunning uniform and sailor's cap, a story Pasha took delight in relating to Artem, sparing no details. "Fucking puberty!" the boy had thought, as his eyes took in the sight of the blue navy uniform on the platform that day. The long slender legs, the ample bottom outlined by the close fitting silky trousers had aroused Pasha to such a degree that his trousers tented embarrassingly. He came close to the boy and brushed his penis across the left buttock, feeling the warmth of the skin beneath. The boy was not tall so when the train arrived, Pasha positioned himself so that he was right behind him as the crowd got into the wagon. A few seconds later, Pasha's penis was sinking into the soft material of the cadet's bottom, and fund its mark between the two full buttocks. The boy had offered no resistance and soon Pasha shot blast after blast of hot spunk into his pants. Fortunately, he had been wearing his white cotton briefs which took most of the load, but he felt the spunk first dripping down his left leg and then seeping through his black trousers, so he withdrew from the cadet, not wanting to make a mess on his trousers. He had managed to get home unnoticed and clean himself and his clothes before his mother came home, but not before wanking again at the thought of the excitement. "Did you really spunk all over him?" Artem giggled, as Pasha related the story. "I don't think he fucking noticed, even!" Pasha replied; "if he did, I bet he thought it was someone's umbrella!" "If he did notice he must have been enjoying it well enough," Artem said, as they prepared to close for the night. Pasha's mother had just returned and was ordering him to bed. And so Artem slept soundly that night in expectation of more excitement on the morrow. ivan.ivanocich.79@mail.ru Comments and suggestions welcome