Date: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 12:28:28 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes - 17 Russian Choirboy Pubes – 17 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. A reminder of the boy's featured: Engliah Boys Peter - 15 Bass soloist: Still boyish looking; few signs of puberty in the face. Developing pubes. Thickly spunking. Josh - 15 Tenor soloist: Very young looking. Young pubes. Andrew -- 14 Bass: Mature boy. Full bush. Facial hair. Sexually experienced with his girlfriend Michael - 14 Alto: Very young looking. Smooth Jack - 13 Treble soloist: Developing bush. Thick, mature penis, foreskin retracted. Attracted to boys secretly. Beginnings of dark moustache. Christian - 12 Baritone: Good-looking boy but not overly mature. Thick pubes around penis but elsewhere smooth.. Jon - 11 Treble: Very young looking. Smoth. Adrian -11 Treble: Thickly spunking . Smooth. Ian -10 Treble soloist: Very young looking. Not spunking. Smooth. Matthew -10 Treble: Mature for his age. Possible spunker. Smooth Russian Boy Sopranos Vladik and Vladimir (Vova) 12 – twins with full bushes Victor 13 – new pubes Igor 13 – full bush, chest hair and growing moustache and some facial hair. Pasha 13 - developing bush. The only fully blue boy! Trying to grow facial hair! Misha, the ten- year-old spunker (voice breaking) with 11 year old cousin, Sasha, the 10. 6 year both showing the start of a bush. Nikita, 13 – smooth and spunking clear spunk. This is little Dima's cousin. Artem, (14) -- Soloist. Full bush. Light blond moustache. Sasha (11.8) - no signs of puberty; no hair. Dima (14) - Soloist. Still the youngest looking; no hair but spunking thickly now. Very intense orgasms. I was very glad to have the help of two American and one English reader who helped me with certain parts in this story. This was the reason for the long delay. I hope you like it and will send comments. The Camp – Day 1 and the first meeting! Dima had called to Artem and Pasha to tell them of the impending arrival of the bus carrying their distinguished guests, so the boys were ready and assembled when the bus drove onto the territory of the camp and came to a stop just in front of the corpus (living house). It was a bright sunny morning and very warm already as the temperature had been forecast to reach 90 degrees later in the day. Dimitry Petrov was the first to get out of the bus and was followed by the Director and Ms Barnes. Artem rushed up to Dima and greeted him warmly (even though he had seen him not 12 hours before); Dima in turn kissing his best friend on the forehead and stroking his hair for a few moments. "So , Artem; are you ready with the greeting?" Dima asked. "Yes of course, Dimka! Would we be not ready?" he joked, as the English boys were alighting from the bus, accompanied by their choirmaster James Mason. Artem had been practising his speech for the past hour, so he was well prepared. Soon all were gathered around the bus unloading baggage and carrying it to the corpus, where they assembled in the hall of the first floor. Both the Russians and the English were eyeing each other rather suspiciously during these first moments before words were spoken. But it was Artem who broke the silence. "My dear friends" he began. "We are very glad to welcome you all to our camp and to our programme ... " And so, Artem went on in his winning way and with his smile and won almost the hearts of everyone there. Because his English was so good, if a little formal, he was afterwards surrounded by the English boys, who had numerous questions. "Wait, wait, comrades!" he commanded. Dimitry Petrov will now announce to you the rooms in which you will live." And so, it was announced as follows: Andrew (14), with Artem, Pasha, Dima and Igor Josh (15) and Peter (15), with Losha and Danil Michael (14) and Jack (13) with Viktor and Nikita Christian (12) and Adrian (11) with Vladik and Vova and Andrey Jon (11), Ian(10) and Matthew(10) with Misha and Sasha As soon as this information had been given, the English boys followed their Russian comrades to the their respective rooms. Dimitry Petrov and James Mason went to their room and Ms Barnes was taken off by the Director and shown the room she would share with the Russian female leaders. If there are any problems, boys," Dima had said,"Come to me or to Artem. As you know, he speaks rather good English, and all our boys know some English, so I think you will soon learn to communicate. James and Dima were soon settled in their room, which had four beds like the others and as we have said, was next to the room of our favourite boys. "So, James, welcome to Russia again," Dima said, showing his new friend where to put his clothes, shoes and other accoutrements. "If there is anything you don't want the boys to see, put it in the cupboard at the back. In the camp it's very difficult to own one's own room, as the boys are always everywhere." "Oh, you mean boys may come into our room? It's very interesting. I don't think Ms Barnes will like that." James then went on to describe that in England it is unbelievably forbidden for teachers to have boys in their rooms. As if on cue, Artem burst in and flung himself on the spare bed. "So, Dimka is it true that we will go to the baths this afternoon?" he asked. "It would be rather great," (he said, looking sheepishly and rather lovingly at Dima) "if we have time before we must prepare for the evening concert." "Do your boys have clothes for the bath, James?" It is in the next town and we could go there in our buses after lunch; it would take just 40 minutes to get there." "Well, I expect so. They were on the list, but I am not sure." At this, Dima asked Artem to go and find out if they had the correct clothes. "So, James, who is this feminist woman whom you have brought along?" Dima asked when Artem had left the room. "She looks rather strange to me, but I am sure our Director will take care of her." James explained that she was the Children's Welfare Officer in their school and that she was responsible for ensuring all the many complex Health and Safety Rules were carried out. "You wouldn't believe the trouble she has caused me in the past, and in connection with this trip" he added as the two relaxed over tea which Dima had prepared using the little electric element he kept for that purpose. "It was she who was asking so many questions about the facilities and standards in the camp. I am sure things would have been far easier without her. She nearly had the visit cancelled more than once." "Well, I am sure she will have plenty to worry herself over in this camp," Dima said. "But I think the best thing to do with these people is to ignore them or humour them. "These women who want to look, dress and behave like men are not popular in our country, and, thankfully, some were put into gaol for desecrating a hold church in Moscow recently. It should teach them a lesson. Maybe we could ask the F.S.B. [secret police] to take her too." James was just about to agree when Artem and Pasha burst into the room carrying a pair of beach shorts, almost beside themselves with laughter. "What's wrong, boys?" James asked, rather surprised at the hilarity. "You fool, Dimka!" Artem laughed; what did you tell these English boys to bring for the baths? Look, they think they are going to a river or a tropical beach to bathe!" he said, holding the long shorts out in front of him, Pasha not far behind holding a pair of carpet slippers! "I told them to bring swimming clothes and slippers for the baths," Dima replied. "Do they not have them?" "What's wrong with them? Are they not correct?" James asked, rather puzzled. "No, of course not," Dima laughed. "Perhaps I should have made it clearer, but I assumed you would know that it is necessary to wear swimming trunks in the swimming pool. The boys will not be allowed entry in those shorts. Is it not the same in England? I am sure it is so in Europe too." "Oh you mean we must wear speedos like in France and Germany. They will not like that, as in England we may wear anything. Let's go and see if the boys have them." James replied getting up from his bed on which he had been sitting, and making for the door. So they went next door to Artem's room where little Dima was trying to explain in English to Andrew why Artem had snatched his shorts from him. "Shorti in bath, no!" Dima said. "Pants necessary!" "What the fuck! I don't understand," Andrew repeated for the third time. "It's okay, Andrew," Dima interjected. Artem took your shorts to show me because there will be a problem if you do not have the correct clothes for the baths. I should have made it clear that you need trunks not shorts, as they are forbidden." Andrew was a bit taken aback, as he was not used to wearing speedos. "Don't worry, Andrew," Artem said. We all wear them here; it's normal. You can wear shorts for the beach if you like. But how can you swim in such clothes? It's impossible, I think!" "I sure most of our boys will have spare trunks," Dima added; "so they can borrow. Or we can buy them rather cheaply in the market in town." A close inspection of the English boys' clothes revealed that practically no-one had the correct dress. What Americans call speedos are most popular here, but close-fitting trunks, slightly longer in the leg than speedos are sometimes worn, especially if a boy's development is particularly ample. In Victor and Nikita's room, Artem explained to Jack and Michael that they must have these trunks. "It's okay for me," Michael said. "I do have them, as I do swimming training at home and we wear them for races," he said, holding up a nice pair of red speedos. "What about you, Jack? Do you have these pants?" Artem asked. " Afraid not," Jack replied, going red at the thought of wearing such revealing clothes. "Maybe I'll not go swimming but stay here. "I have spare trunks," Victor said. "You can borrow mine, as I'm sure they will fit; you look about my size. Here, try them on," he added, throwing Jack a nice pair of well-supporting black speedos which he had taken from the wardrobe. Jack looked at them in alarm. He had not worn speedos since he was in the junior school and, even then, he had been aware of his size and growing pubes compared with other boys. "Where shall I try them?" he asked, looking around him as if expecting a dressing room to appear. "Here of course," Artem said. "Take off your clothes and we will see if they are okay." "Fuck, with all these people watching, Artem?" Jack replied, rather startled. However, he pulled out his t-shirt over his jeans, which then provided ample privacy for him to take undress and quickly to put on the speedos, which seemed a good fit. "See, they are okay!" Jack said. "Oh my fuck! What' s happening?" he thought as he felt Artem's hand run lightly over his tight buttocks. Jack had never felt the touch of a boy's hand on his bottom before and it sent shockwaves through his body as if the pent up desires of his adolescent dreams were coming true. Remember we described that Jack was worried about his emotions because he was strongly attracted to other boys, a fact he hid firmly from all his friends. "See, they are fine," Victor said, noticing that Jack was very handsomely built, his balls and penis well filling out the available material, the tip of the swelling penis clearly outlined. Jack went bright red and tried to hide his growing erection, now straining at the material. "So –so – sorry, guys, I didn't mean ...!" he said, his eyes filling with tears. Loasha put his hands softy on the boy's shaking shoulders and spoke to him. "It's okay, Jack," Artem translated. We all get erections. We are boys. Don't be embarrassed. There's no need to hide it. Just take off the trunks and put on your pants; it will soon go down, unless you want to wank it!" he joked. Jack cheered up and giggled, and for the first time in his life knew that he was in company where he need not hide his feelings, where he would not be criticised for being who he was. So, without further embarrassment he quickly pulled off the speedos and stood for some moments half erect, foreskin slipping back, before pulling on his boxers. A similar incident happened a little later when Josh and Peter were given their trunks. "I'm not wearing fucking speedos; they are gay," Josh said to Peter, as Artem was later trying to explain the rules to them. "And why not? I don't understand your objection," Artem went on. "How can you swim in shorts fit only for the beach? People would think you were fools, and maybe `blue' or gay, and certainly you would not be allowed into the bath without correct clothes. If we go to the beach you can wear them for sitting in the sun. Here, we can lend you some, so don't worry. Just relax and be like a Russian boy," he added smiling. As you know, Artem had such a winning manner and beautiful smile that even these two cynical boys softened a little and quietened their objections. And soon, all the boys had been fitted out with suitable clothes, if not slippers, for the baths. Just at that moment, everyone was called to the hall, as it was time for lunch. Soon everyone was assembled and Dima was able to explain the situation. "Now, boys; we shall go to lunch in the canteen. Even now, some of our collective are laying the tables and setting out the food, so in ten minutes we shall eat." He explained that each room had its assigned table, and that after the meal, all the plates must be cleared to the kitchen and the tables made clean and tidy. "So now we shall line up outside in pairs and walk to the dining room together. Come on, guys," Artem said to the little group of English boys as they stood together after the meeting. "I am your gendarme, so you must obey me; stand in pairs and let's go." James was standing talking to Dima, and Ms Barnes (who had just emerged from her room after taking a rest). When he saw Artem and Pashsa manhandling his boys into line he was pleasantly shocked. "How did they manage that?" he cried out in surprise. "You know, our children don't walk in pairs even in junior school nowadays. I cannot even get them to do it correctly in concerts, but that boy has them under his complete control already." "Well, Artem is a very special boy, and like my brother, and he very dear to me. He has a great way with everyone," Dima replied, much to Ms Barnes' astonishment, who did not at all like the idea of her boys being marshalled, nor did she like the sound of the close relationship of the Russian boys to their master. "I would like to know where the bathroom for the ladies is please" she stated, looking round as if one would appear in front of her face at any moment. "There is a girls' toilet with hand basins on the second floor," Dima explained. I am sorry if it was not pointed out to you. The showers are at the bottom of the campus." "I have been shown that facility," she retorted with some disdain; but it is not acceptable to me, as I understand that it is frequented by girls also staying on the camp. It is our policy that adults do not share facilities with juveniles. I would also like to ask you why there are no doors in the boys' toilets, and also why adults are also using them?" This would be quite unacceptable in England." "Please don't worry Miss Barnes. Everything is normal by Russian standards; I'm sure you will get used to it, don't you agree, James?" "Oh, yes, quite so. I'm sure it will be a great experience," he replied. "For you, I have no doubt; but we shall speak more of this later," she retorted darkly, turning on her heals and stepping outside where all were assembled. "Now, guys! Are you ready?" Pasha was saying, practising his English. And so the group set off, our Russian boys chanting slogans about tasty food to prepare themselves for the meal! "OMG! Josh said to Peter; imagine us doing this in England; it would be so gay. "But this is Russia," Peter said. "And you know, I think I am going to like it already. What the fuck; let's enjoy ourselves. We might even be able to pull some girls if we can find any on this camp?" "Fuck, yes, " Josh replied. "Should we ask Artem about that? I'm sure he can tell us lots about Russian girls. I hear they are very beautiful and hot, but strict and not easy to pull." Soon everyone was in the large and airy dining room where the tables had been set for lunch. Hands were washed and then everyone was shown to his table and his place and told to sit down. Everyone was wished a good appetite, and the meal began. The lunch looked very tasty, and it was: fish soup and salad and then a dish of chicken with potatoes and comport. Andrew was sitting with his roommates and for the first time beginning to relax with them. "So, Andrew, do you like Russia?" Artem asked, relaying the question in English from form Igor, who had asked it. "Yes, but it's so different. But I'm sure I will like it. You guys are so cool," he replied. "You know, this soup is quite nice. But do we get chips and burgers and pizza too?" he asked, half joking. Pasha, who had understood this, laughed out loud. "MacDonald is in Moscow, in Red Square, not in our camp!" he replied, and Artem went on to explain that all food in camp must be chemical free and made from natural products, and that the portions be exactly to regulations. "You know, Andrew," Igor said (translated by Artem); "there was a girl in our school went to live in America for one year. When she left our country she was slim and beautiful and made me hard every time I saw her, but when she came back, she was fat and ugly and now no boy will look at her." "It's no indication of her former beauty!" Artem said. "The sight of every girl makes him hard. He wanks to the picture of a different one every day." Andrew was shocked at the easy way the boys talked about wanking. "Fuck, yes, there are many fat girls in our school too," he replied, getting an instant erection and thinking that his new friends might be really good fun to know. On the other tables, our friends were equally enjoying their strange meal, especially the black bread. Soon, everyone was finished and it was time for a rest before the afternoon's activities. "So, boys, go to your rooms and rest. After 3 o'clock we shall go to the baths, so be ready to leave. Please ensure that our guests have everything they need. And soon everyone was relaxing. Because of Artem's good English, the older English boys gathered in his room, sitting around on the beds and getting quite excited. "So, guys, let's play some cards," Artem suggested. "Do you know `The Fool'? In Russia it is very popular, so let's play. None of the boys had ever played this game, but – I can tell you – it is very exciting, but not so easy to play. So each English boy was paired with a Russian in two games, and soon there was hilarious laughter as the game proceeded. "Fuck, Pashka, you wanker, give us a chance," Artem said in English, as Pasha, who was now playing on his own, slammed down his cards. The English boys were rather surprised to hear Artem swear in English. The truth was that dear Artem was testing the waters further, and seeing what reaction his words would provoke. "Will you teach us `fuck' and `wanker' in Russian," Jack asked quickly, his penis fully erect in his jeans. "Maybe, maybe! But later!" Pasha answered, eyeing Jack's bulging jeans.. His understanding of English was not too bad, but he was afraid to speak. "What Pasha means is that we are very polite and innocent choirboys, especially little Dima, who is our little cute boy, and despite his being older than Pasha, he doesn't have a hair on his body!" Artem added in jest?" "Fuck you, you village boy," Dima retorted in jest, hitting Artem with his slipper. "Enough, Dimka," what will our English friends think of us?" Artem added. "Tell us about hot Russian girls?" Andrew said, forgetting about his dear Kate back home! When shall we see some? "Maybe Igor will fix you up!" Artem said. "He is the expert at attracting tasty girls. He has a new one every month, and sometimes two at oonce!" "What did you say?" Artem," Igor said, hearing his name and the word `girls'. "It's okay, Igor," I just told our friend that you will give some instructions I how to tempt tasty girls into the hands of our friends." Just at that moment, James came into the room to tell his boys that it was time to get ready for the baths. "Ok, guys, get your towels, slippers, soap, and clothes for the bath, and let's go," Artem commanded. "Guys, you all have trunks, yes?" As the boys got up, Pasha and Artem followed Andrew out of the room into the corridor. "Where shall we change?" Andrew asked. "Where? In the changing room in the bath house of course," Artem replied. Or maybe you would like to change in the street with the girls watching you, he added." Andrew and the other boys were rather hoping that they would change privately in their rooms before setting off, but Artem brushed this off as nonsense. "Guys, only boys will be there, or maybe some strange men who will like to look at your pubes and feel your dick," so don't worry. Pasha will look after you, won't you Pashka?" Our English friends did not know whether he was joking or not, but something about this boy made them obey his every command. "Come, Jack, my friend," Pasha said, putting his arms round the boy's shoulders and then rubbing his back and letting his hand slide onto the boy's bottom. "Let's go to the street." So all soon were sitting on one of the two buses used by the school for such journeys, and, indeed, it was just a short 40 minute drive from the camp into the town to the swimming baths. Ms. Barnes had been feeling rather unwell after lunch (claiming the food had disagreed with her) and had decided to rest in her room, which was just as well, and no-one in the group was unhappy at the prospect of some time without the good woman. By now, the English boys had got to know their roommates and were happy to sit together in the bus with their Russian friends. Strangely enough, all the fears of the English had disappeared. Why was this? Maybe because of the winning ways of Artem and Dima, the magnetism and sexual signals of Pasha, and also the totally relaxed atmosphere (despite, and perhaps because of,the Soviet-style organisation, which in its funny way, added to the atmosphere). You see, these English boys had had no freedom in their own country. They were watched and spied upon by `big brother' teachers and feminist women whom they could not call friends or trusted comrades. Instinctively, they knew at once that here things would be different and that they were amongst friends. "OMG, it's great to sit on a coach without a seatbelt or someone issuing safety instructions," Peter said loudly. "Or filling in a safety sheet," James added, sitting next to Dima at the front of the bus. "Peter, don't shout loudly on transport, and sit correctly in your place," Artem said with a smile. "It's quite rude and people will think you are from the village!" he added. "Oh, sorry, we didn't know," Josh said, looking round and observing how still and quietly all the Russian boys were sitting. It's okay, boys," James added. Just remember we are in another culture and we can learn so much from our friends." "I'm sure we can learn lots from you too," Dima added, as Artem settled down on the seat with Jack, and across the aisle from Dima. With that, the journey began and soon the bus was winding its way along the bumpy unkempt and dusty road to the main highway where it joined the traffic into the town. The English boys were fascinated by the rather broken bus with its beautiful curtains, and also by the little wooden houses of the villages they passed through, and the old and broken infrastructure. On the journey, Artem took the opportunity of chatting with Jack. "You like singing, Jack?" he asked as he sat with the boy looking closely at the little hairs growing above the boy's lip. "Well, I used to do, but it's become difficult recently. But as I'm the best treble soloist, I keep going. The others want me to sing bass now. Christian and some of the others used to be good trebles but they have given it up. What about you, Artem, do you sing baritone or bass?" Artem smiled before answering: "No, of course not. I'm a boy soprano like the others, and a soloist, of course, although we have several. We only have sopranos in our choir, but our vocal range is quite large: it's normal. For example I can sing down to g in contralto range without breaking my voice, and up to top c in my smallest voice. Dima wouldn't allow us to use any other methodology. If we need to sing music with lower parts, we could get trained men to sing with us" All this was lost on Jack who didn't understand how boys of Artem's stature and build could be sopranos, or trebles as he called it. Jack's range was quite narrow and confined to the notes on or just above the treble clef. He determined to learn more from his new friends. Just then they arrived at the Sports Hall, which housed a very nice and clean swimming bath. By western standards it looked very odd and old from the outside and gave no indication of being a place for swimming. "So boys, we must get out and enter the building and stand quietly in the hall," Dima announced I must take all your passports and show them to the woman selling tickets." "Why do you need a passport to go swimming?" Jack asked in astonishment. "Don't worry; it's normal," Pasha replied, improving his English skills by the minute as he admired and wanted to get closer to this sexy boy. Jack in his turn was becoming increasing attracted to this sexy Russian boy with the huge bulge in his shorts! Soon, Dima was leading all the boys into the large open changing room, set with benches round the side and lockers along the walls. A table was at the side of the room where an attendant normally sat, but he seemed absent at this moment, as the place was unoccupied. "Where are the changing kiosks?" Josh asked Artem, as he looked round the large room. "You mean you want to change in a box? What is there to be afraid of; just take off your clothes and put them in the locker with mine," he replied, motioning his comrades to a bench at the side of the room. "Where shall we go to change?" asked James, as they all entered the changing room. Dima was rather puzzled at this question. "I don't understand. We shall change here with the boys, of course. What are you so worried about?" he replied. "What, you mean we change with the boys! That would never be allowed in England; they may see us naked, and may think we are looking at them getting changed, "he added in shock as he watched in excitement as the Russian boys started stripping off their clothes, and other boys, not of their party were walking around the changing room naked.. Artem was standing next to Jack and Christian. "Don't worry, just hurry up and let's go to the shower," he said, stripping off his briefs. "Come on, Dimka, James," hurry up. Dima took James to the bench where Artem, Pasha, Andrew , Jack and Christian were standing. "Fucking hell", thought Jack, as he caught sight of Artem's penis as the boy slipped on his speedos and tied the cord." He's bigger than me. Meanwhile, James had the pleasure of getting a close look at Pasha and Dima as they stood in their underclothes. Pasha was wearing a pair of tight-fitting black trunks of strong cotton, well supporting his ample balls; and what a sexy sight he presented as he turned to face James who couldn't take his eyes off the boy's bulge held firmly in place against his right thigh as he slowly peeled down his trunks and released his shapely and low hanging balls for all to see. "Fucking, puberty!" thought James, as he saw Pasha's recent s growth of new pubes and still milk-white balls weighing heavily in the ample sac. He noticed that the pink head of his ample penis was pearly exposed. James had fully been expecting to see Pasha sporting a full bush, but the sight of his naked balls and penis with partly-retracted foreskin and pink head made his head spin. Fourteen-year-old Losha and Daniel were also standing naked putting their clothes into the locker. At our last sighting in the banya on Artem's birthday they had both been completely bald and when they turned round it was plain that although both were even more mature, the expected growth of hair had not yet arrived, save for a sexy tuft of hair at the base of Losha's penis. James for a moment took his eyes off Pasha and admired Losha's almost smooth condition. Indeed, the pubertal development of the Russian boys had not gone unnoticed by our English friends, who were casting quick and sideways glances at the full bushes of Artem, Igor, young Misha and Sasha, Vlad and Vova,; the developing pubes of Pasha and several of the younger boys; and the fucking hot bald spunkers, including Little Dima, who was now displaying sizable balls and well-wanked penis, just a few days short of his 14 th birthday. The sight of the Russian boys and the easy way they stood around naked encouraged our English friends to undress. Most were wearing loose boxer-type underwear, which I think our boys would find in general uncomfortable, as giving no support. It may be a stereotype to say that we think our Russian boys are built rather larger, and most develop pubes later than in the west, although there are always rare examples of bushes in the 5 th class, aged eleven. Of course, it doesn't mean that Russian boys can't spunk as well as American boys of the same age; indeed I think it may be that they can do it better and stronger. "Come on boys, we have to go to the shower first," Artem called as Jack was putting on his speedos, watched closely by Pasha who had already put on his blue trunks. Andrew took off his boxers and stood next to Pasha. James was watching closely as his son Christian took off his pants. James had not seen his son's pubertal development for several weeks when last he had been smooth. Now the 12 year-old young baritone was sporting a goodly tuft of hair at the base of his penis and small hairs on his balls, which were dropping nicely. "You've got some great boys in your choir," James said to Dima as they were washing ready to enter the bath. "Yes, they are great," Dima replied, patting two or three boys on the bottom as they walked together to the water. Soon all were assembled and spent the next 90 minutes swimming, racing and diving from the board. Our English friends soon forgot that they were wearing speedos and so there was no embarrassment. The embarrassment returned only briefly when they learnt that they had to take off their trunks to shower before putting on their clothes. Of course Dima was used to being round so many naked boys, but for James it was a rare treat, but one that worried him greatly as he was having great difficulty in suppressing the desire to become strongly erect, especially when the Russian boys began cleaning the backs of their friends with soap and cloths. "Turn round, Jack," Pasha said, admiring the boy soprano's thick bushy tuft at the base of his penis; "I can wash your back," he said, manhandling the unsuspecting boy and soaping his back. Jack was a little shocked at this, but terribly excited as his new friend washed his shoulders, back and gently rubbed his bottom briefly. James had managed to position himself so that he could observe the still smooth but well-developed spunkers Dima and Nikita, who were talking to Igor and the twins, all three with full bushes of course, Igor with the added attraction of his chest, arm and facial hair. This was too much for James and he grabbed his towel and hastened to the toilet where he filled his mind with the pictures of his and Dima's naked choirboys. "Fucking spunkers!" he thought as he came to a wild climax and shot his spunk all over the floor. Soon he was calm and returned to join the others, who were almost ready to go. And so, all passed off quietly and happily and the boys, now feeling more as one collective, were soon back in the camp for the evening's entertainment.. Vanya