Date: Sat, 06 Jul 2013 15:49:50 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes - 15 - Choir Camp - Preparations for English Choirboys Russian Choirboy - Pubes 15 Choir Camp – Preparing for the English Choirboys 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. Preparing for the English: The day of the choir camp had arrived, and 25 of our Russian choirboys with Dimitry Petrov at the head, together with two young student helpers, who would act as leaders, were assembled at the school early in the June morning. The bus was loaded up with all equipment and baggage, and everything was set to go. The ten English boys, with their two leaders, would arrive the following day, giving time for all the preparations to be made for receiving them. There had been quite a lot of discussion as how the English boys were to be housed, and it was eventually decided that, as they knew no Russian, they would be best put in pairs in rooms with three Russian boys. But, as Artem knew English, one boy would be housed with him, Igor, Pasha and Little Dima. So, there would be five boys to a room or, in some cases, four. Dimitry Petrov had arranged to share a room next to these boys with the English choir director, and Dima would act as interpreter to the group. The accompanying female teacher from England would share with the two female student team leaders on the second floor of the corpus. "May I sit you on the bus, Dimka?" Artem asked, as they got ready to leave. Pasha and Igor were already sitting together. Pasha was wearing loose-fitting shorts and, for once, his bulge was not visible, even when he was sitting. Artem was wearing grey jeans of a thin material, so his bulge was rather noticeable, as usual. "How's my best friend?" Dima asked, stroking the boy's leg as he sat next to him. "Do you notice anything different about Pasha and me? " Artem replied. "Fucking puberty, Artem!" whispered Dima. "You're getting quite a growth there," he replied, stroking the hairs on Artem's upper lip. "I've not shaved it for three weeks, and neither has Pasha, as we want to see if we can beat Igor's, although he has never shaved his and so has the advantage; and we want to impress these English boys by our manliness," he joked. As you know, both Artem and Pasha had shaved above the lip once a week for the past few months, and were now determined to see what would grow over the summer months. Pasha had thick dark and beautifully curly hair, and the hairs on his lip were very clearly visible from a distance. But it was Igor who sported the most impressive growth. He had never shaved, and his rapid puberty since his first brief appearance in our story in the school changing room was noticeable. He also had a few wispy hairs on his chin, very soft and sexy. "Fucking spunker" thought Dima, as he admired the boy's moustache, which was as also as soft as down but quite thick at the edges. Dima's thought about the thick bush which was concealed inside a pair of attractive blue shorts and started to get hard, and moved his hand slightly so it rested flat on Artem's soft bulge. "Dimka, do you want me to get hard and spunk in my jeans? " Artem whispered in his friend's ear, moving the hand back to rest normally on his leg. Dima smiled and patted the boy's knee before falling asleep during the journey. After an hour, the boys arrived in the beautiful countryside and a little later the village outside of which the camp is located. As mentioned before, this was a former Pioneer camp and comprised three living corpuses (each of 120 capacity), a canteen, hospital, sports hall, culture hall, showers, sports and parade ground, and an administration building – all set in nice grounds in the forest. Our boys would occupy one corpus exclusively, while another camp the other two corpuses. Upon arrival, they were greeted by the director of the camp, who issued certain instructions and made each boy sign agreements that the rules of the camp would be kept strictly. Then the boys were allocated their rooms and were allowed to take their baggage and unpack. Artem, Pasha, Igor and Little Dima liked their room, which was on the first (ground) floor, with a large window. There were six beds (two single beds and two two-stage beds), a table, wardrobe and some cupboards. The walls were nicely painted in green, and everything was very clean. "Well there are just two rose plugs," Dima observed; "So we must share for charging our telephones. Dima, take the top bed, as you are the smallest. We'll leave the other top shelf for our English comrade!" Soon the housekeeper arrived to tell them to collect their bedding and towels from the linen room, and then to store their baggage in the cupboards in the corridor. The rooms were linked by this long corridor, off of which was a drying room and toilets with hand basins. The showers and banya were in a separate building some distance away. The facilities were not modern, but not old, having been built in the early 1970's. "You must have no meat, sausage, pasta, chips, jam or sprite in your rooms," she told them. "The doctor will inspect every morning and take all contraband," she threatened. "And eat and drink with her friends in the evening," Artem added quickly, to the others' amusement. "I see you are a humourist, comrade!" retorted. " I 'll be watching you very carefully, to be sure!"she shot back. Outside the corpus were rather overgrown flower beds and a play area. In better times these would have been beautifully kept with bright flowers and raked gravel; but the conditions were not bad at all considering. Soon all the boys were called to a general meeting in the hall at the end of the corridor, which was comfortably furnished with soft chairs, sofas and some tables. "So here is the daily timetable," Dima explained, at the meeting which followed shortly in the hall. 9am -- Stand Up 9.15am Physical Culture 9.25am Daily Legends 9.30am Breakfast 10am Inspection of rooms 10.15am - 12.30pm Choir and solo practice with Dima and visiting guests. 1pm – Lunch 1.30pm -2.30pm Rest Hour followed by swimming and sports until 4.30pm Tea 4.30 – 6pm Individual and group profiles 6.pm Preparation for evening performance 7.pm Dinner followed by preparation for performance 8.30pm Evening Show 10pm Second Supper and camp fire until 11pm Bed. Artem, Pasha, Igor and Dima had been detailed to lay the tables for lunch, so they went to the canteen armed with the seating plan; there they put on white coats and hats and laid 28 places at the tables, four places at each table set aside for them. Today the lunches was soup, salad, cutlets with kasha, and comport to drink. It looked very tasty, and soon everyone was sitting down to eat. After lunch, all the boys had to take their medical documents to the doctors and undergo an examination. The exact weight of each boy was recorded and would be so again at the end of the season. By tea time, all was completed and it was possible to organise some sports. "As our English friends will be arriving tomorrow, we must prepare a welcome for them. Artem, will prepare some items with the younger boys, whilst we rehearse some choral items," Dima said. "I understand they will have some items to present to us." After lunch there was some time to relax and our friends went to their room to change and to rest. "Let's go to see Dima now," Artem suggested, so they all descended on the adjacent room, where Dima was sleeping. "Why are you sleeping, you lazy thing?" Artem joked, sitting down on Dima's bed, and beating him with a pillow. Little Dima, Pasha and Igor sat on the opposite unoccupied bed. "Don't you know how hard I work!" Dima joked. "You have us to do all the work, and your two assistants," Igor retorted, who was now used to the friendly banter that occurred in this little inner collective. So the friends passed the rest hour in friendly conversation and Dima told them that he would go early in the morning with the director to meet the foreigners from the airport and bring them to the camp. After tea there was time to explore the territory, which was quite extensive and to play some games organised by Sasha and Yana, the two helpers. After that they made some posters of welcome for their guests and then went to dinner, after which Artem, Losha and Danil took ten of the younger boys to train in voice production and to rehearse some Russian folk songs, accompanied on the guitar, which he played rather well. He had already rehearsed his own solo with Dima before they left the school. Amongst the younger boys there were some very hot and stunning examples of Russian boyhood. We have already met Andrey, Misha, and the two Sashas, of whom we shall hear more later; and so Artem trained them in singing two Russian folk songs and Pioneer songs in very pure tone with which to impress our English friends. "You mustn't sing too loudly until you have developed a good tone; remember what Dima told you," he instructed. "Losha, Daniel and I will sing very softly, and you must copy. You can't sing loudly until you have developed the voice." Artem was a natural teacher and the boys readily obeyed him. Dima was, meanwhile, at the piano training the older boys in some classical numbers. Pasha and the twins were singing together when Artem returned with the young boys to show the result of their work. "Great, boys! You are just in time to rehearse our English Folk Songs, specially to welcome our guests." And so, after some more practice it was time for second supper and to bed. "Shall we have a fire tonight, Dima? " Pasha asked hopefully. "No, I think we need time to prepare it, and it will be better to have one tomorrow when our guests arrive," was the reply. "You had all better go to the shower to wash," Dima added, as the boys headed back to the corpus. "Shall we go to wash now, or in the morning?" Pasha asked as they arrived in the room. "Let's go now, Dima replied. "In the morning it will be busy." With that, the four boys took their towels and washing bags and went down the dark path to the shower house, which was a few minutes' walk away. It was a large, old building, and once inside they saw the changing area comprising long benches. "Looks like boys are here from the other camp," Artem remarked, looking into the half-darkness and making out six or seven sets of clothes hung on pegs, and hearing young and partly-broken voices inside the shower room. "Fuck, the light is so bad in here," Pasha said, taking his torch and shining it into the changing room. Artem hit the lamp with his hand and by a miracle it started into action. "See, guys, I am a magician!" he exclaimed. The light in the shower room was working, and hot steam was billowing through the door. The boys were undressing and putting on their slippers when two boys ran out of the shower room. They were both looked about 12 and completely smooth and cute, although one had ripe-looking balls. Pasha immediately noticed this and his penis began to swell a little. "Hi, guys, where are you from?" asked the little boy with the larger balls, who then called to his friends in the shower. It turned out that these boys were from the sports camp, housed in the other corpus. They were all 13 or 14, being of one team, so of considerable variation in pubertal development. Artem explained about the choir camp and explained that foreign visitors would arrive tomorrow. "Great, we can play football, and maybe swim with us in the village; and of course, we want to hear your concert, if we are invited," a boy with a full bush named Losha said. He was a tall thirteen-year old, with well-defined chest and – like Artem – blond. His pubes were very attractive, growing in over his ample balls with a thick tuft at the base of his penis which was long and shapely, swinging from side to side as he walked. He called in an unbroken voice to his friend, who was still washing: "Hey, come and meet our new friends from the other camp!" At this an attractive and small boy joined the group. He had a new growth of pubes and his balls were hanging menacingly. Just at this point, the sports master came in to the shower room to see why his boys were so long washing. He hurried them out, much to Pasha's disappointment, who had taken quite a liking to these cute boys. "Never mind, Pashka," joked Igor; "You'll have the English to play with tomorrow! "Did you see that spunker with the bush! I'm sure he had been wanking," Artem added. "Do you think these English boys will be okay, Artem?" Pasha asked. "Dima said we should be careful with them, guys," Artem replied. "Seriously, don't get carried away, Pashka; we'll have to be very careful and sound them out, especially this boy who will be sharing with us: we don't want him blabbing rubbish to his fucking teacher." "Well, I don't know about you guys, but if we've got to be good tomorrow, I'm going to have to have a wank now, or I'll be spunking the sheets by tomorrow night," Pasha declared. "Its' okay for you Dima, you're still a little boy," he joked. Little Dima always took this in good part, as he was secretly proud of his cute and smooth body. "I'm older than you, Pasha, but, fuck, let's see who can shoot the farthest," Dima retorted; "That's if Igor can find his penis in the thick forest of his." "It's bigger than yours, Dima! "Igor joked, gently massaging his soft member to attention. "But not as beautiful!" Dima quickly shot back. But, fuck, guys, let's get wanking." And, with that command, the action began. Judging on past form the strongest shooter would certainly be Artem. Pasha was a copious spunker, and no-one could beat him on that, but he did not have the power behind his ejaculations, which seemed to gush out like a cow being milked. Dima, of course, had the most intense orgasms of the whole bunch! "Stand back and let's see if you can hit the fucking roof when you cum, Artem," Pasha suggested. "OK comrades, this is going to be fucking powerful," Artem said, sitting on a bench and taking his fully swollen member firmly in his fist. Pasha and Dima sat beside him, spreading their legs. Of course, Pasha was the first to cum. He had a really sensitive head, and was easily excited, and was slowly touching the helmet of his penis, his skin being right back. Soon, a stream of thick spunk shot from his member, not powerfully produced, but very great in volume as his balls were empted of semen. "Fuck, Pasha; no-one would believe that, if they didn't see it," Igor said. If you put that into a girl it would flood out of her. "Unlike you, Igor, I don't know about fucking girls," joked Pasha. "Maybe we should film it and put it on vkontake," Dima said, breathlessly working up to his climax and shooting strongly and powerfully. "Fucking CLASSNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! He shouted as he collapsed backwards in ecstasy. Meanwhile, Artem and Igor were just about to cum: Igor thickly but without much power or quantity (he had wanked twice before leaving home!); Artem working himself wildly to a great climax and shooting his strongest. The first blast almost reached the roof, but the second actually hit it!. "Fucking goal!" Pasha said as they watched their best friend do only what he was second best at doing after singing! "Fuck ! Who is that coming in?" Pasha remarked, hearing the outer door open and steps inside the changing room. The four friends quickly composed themselves and went to the showers to wash. Steps approached the shower room! "Dimka, it's you!!!! Artem said! "We thought it was the guard. Sorry, we were having some fun. "Fun" Dima asked, with a smile. And why not invite me?" "Sorry, Dimka," we thought you were too tired, but Artem scored fucking great goal. Yu can still see it on the roof! Next time you can join in." The others laughed and told their friend all about it. "Seriously, guys," be careful with these English boys, especially when their teacher is around. We have to sound them out, this woman who is accompanying them sounds a bit crazy." Dima explained. "So, boys: now to bed! With that the friends walked back to the living house, Dima kissed Artem goodnight on the cheek, and everyone went to his bad to sleep. Early in the morning, Dima left to go to the airport. 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