Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 20:57:04 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes ? 18 Russian Choirboy Pubes – 18 Jack and Pasha become friends 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. On the way back to the camp from the baths, the boys were discussing the evening's entertainment. Remember, our English friends had never heard our Russian boys sing, so they were unaware of what was in store. In turn, James had prepared some items with his boys, but, to be honest, he wasn't expecting much from them due to the lack of enthusiasm they had displayed recently towards their singing. Just Jack seemed to have been keen to perform. "Would you like a little more time to prepare, " Dima asked him, as they were discussing this problem on the bus. "We could help you, if you wish. Artem and Pasha could help Jack with a solo and I could help you with your lower voices, if you wished. I don't want to interfere, of course." James was delighted with this suggestion: it was just what he had been hoping. "Oh, yes, please. It would be great if you could do that. Maybe tonight we will just listen to your boys; it would be a wonderful experience for us." And so it was agreed. That night's performance would be a surprise welcome presentation to the English boys; and so, when they arrived back at the camp and had had their tea, Dima took all his boys to the club room to rehearse for the evening's performance. James went along too, leaving his boys nominally in the charge of the two Russian leaders who organised some games for them. Masha, the young girl still at the university, spoke some English, so she took them round the territory and tried to answer their questions. To be honest, our English friends were still rather bemused by the different culture, but had thoroughly enjoyed their day so far and were beginning to feel quite at home. Just Jack was still in a state of excitement. He'd fallen quite in love with Artem and Pasha in a way that he could not understand. Artem charmed and fascinated him, whilst Pasha had excited passions which he was still trying to hide even from himself. "Fuck, Jack," Christian said. "You're very quiet. What's wrong?" "Nothing; it's okay. I really like it here, don't you?" he replied to his best friend, as they returned to the corpus after their tour of the grounds. "It's so different; it's almost like our world doesn't exist." Meanwhile, in the choir practice, James was sitting listening amazed to the singing of the choir. He had never heard such a beautiful sound and could not believe that all the ensemble sang as one voice with such pure, unforced tone. He was astonished that the voices of Artem, Pasha, and Igor were so unforced and he could not help getting excited when he heard the boys in their solos. "I cannot understand how you can train your boys so," he stated to Dima after the practice. So, Dima took some time to explain his methods to James and said he would be glad to give some lessons to his boys tomorrow. So, after supper, all were gathered in the concert hall for the informal concert and welcoming ceremony. Even Ms.Barnes (who had recovered from her bilious attac) was present. She had taken quite a liking to one of the young female leaders, with whom she was sharing a room; it was she who had persuaded her to take things a little easy. Our English friends were seated at the front and boys from the sports camp and their leaders had also been invited, so there was quite a gathering in the hall, including some of the workers and their families. Dima had arranged things so that the entire concert was compared and introduced by the boys themselves, so, of course, it was Artem who began the evening with a little introduction, calling up the English boys, James and Ms Barnes to the stage to be welcomed officially by the Director of the school. Our Russian boys were dressed in their summer choir uniform of sleek black trousers and white shirt and red tie and really looked very smart. "And so, my friends," Artem began. "We shall begin with a chorus item of a song popular in England, we think. It's entitled "Land of Hope and Glory" and we rather like the tune. I shall sing the first verse and Volodin Pavel (Pasha to his friends!) will sing the second verse. The chorus will be in two parts." Artem then stepped back to the body of the choir and Dima struck the introduction on the piano. Our English friends listened to the introduction with some disinterest but as soon as Artem opened his mouth and began to sing, our friends were transfixed by the beauty of his voice. Even the hardened Josh, Peter and Andrew could not take their eyes off the boy as he sang in such sweet tone: the high notes so unforced and light and the lower notes so rich and powerful and unforced. And when the choir joined n the chorus, the effect was tremendous. The choir sang in two parts as two voices, so smooth and rich in tone. As the second verse approached, Pasha took a step forward to prepare to sing. Not least amongst the eys fixed on Pasha were those of 13-year-old Jack, whom we know to be rather attracted to the boy. "Oh my fuck," thought Jack, as the stage light seemed to catch the relief of the bulge in Pasha's trousers. Jack's penis was fast hardening as Pasha began to sing in his rich soprano voice which now almost, but not quite, equalled that of Artem. Pasha did not quite have the rich contralto power that Artem possessed, and his top soprano register was not quite equal to the master, but it was certainly 90%, and what he lacked in technique, he equalled in emotion. As the concert progressed, it was not just Jack's penis that was hard. In fact James Morgan was having difficulty concealing his erection as he sat listening to little Dima sing a classical piece. This boy showed great promise and would surely be Artem's successor as the great boy soprano soloist. He still had a childish innocence in his voice which the other boys had outgrown. He knew better than to try to force his voice to produce volume. That would come later with greater maturity, a fact not lost on the English boys who were listening. The second half of the concert featured some traditional Russian songs and the song prepared by the young boys only. By the time the concert finished, all were tired and ready for second supper, which was sour milk and cakes. "Drink it," ,Pasha told Jack," as the boy screwed up his face at the taste. "It is very healthy." "Fuck, ok, I'll try, just for you," Jack said as he drank down the Kefir. "Now, you are Russian boy!" Pasha said as the boys made their way to the living corpus to prepare for bed. It was dark and Pasha and Jack were walking together, the others having gone ahead. Jack felt Pasha's arms around his shoulders, a feeling he liked very much. His English reserve was preventing his doing the same or even touching Paha, although he desperately wanted to have some physical contact with his new friend. Suddenly he felt Pasha's hand slide gently down his back and rest fully on his bottom which was then gently rubbed through his thin cotton shorts. Jack's hand was shaking and his penis swelling as he bravely overcame his fears and gently touched Pasha's soft and full bottom with his fingers. Shockwaves went though his body as he placed his open hand on Pasha's left buttock and started rubbing the black solf material. He could feel the soft material of Pasha's under shorts and th warmth of his body. "Jack, Jack, let's go shower," he said. "Ok – do you want to?" Jack asked in excitement, as they reached the corpus. Both went to their room. "Paska, you wanker; where have you been?" Artem asked, as Pasha entered his room. "We have been back full five minutes." "Oh, just talking," he said shyly. "I'm going to wash, "he said, taking his wash bag and towel from the cupboard. "Will you come, guys,?" he asked of Andrew, Dima and Igor, who were already getting into bed. To his delight, the others did not want to go, as they were tired, and Artem encouraged them to stay, knowing Pasha's intentions with Andrew. Pasha took off his white shirt but left on his black choir trousers; he draped his towel around his shoulders and went out into the corridor where Jack was waiting for him. The two walked out into the street and down to the shower room some minutes walk. "Fuck, Pasha, your singing was so great tonight. How do you do it?" he asked as the two walked together. "I try, I try" Pasha replied as they approached the shower house. The guards who were supposed to be guarding the territory were drinking vodka and not paying any attention to their duties, so the boys slipped past and entered the building. "Close the door and lock," Pasha said, his English improving fast! Jack managed to fasten the outer door so that they would not be disturbed, and they entered the inner changing room. "Come here," Pasha commanded, drawing the boy close to him in the dim light. Jack, shaking with emotion, came close to pasha and felt the boy gently taking off his shirt. Boldly, Jack put out his hand and touched the substantial bulge in Pasha's trousers, something he had been dreaming about all day. ""Fuck," he said, as he felt the boy's ample penis outlined in the thin material. "Not yet," Pasha commanded, in Russian. Soon, Pasha had almost undressed Jack and was rubbing his erect nipples and then stroking the boys' thckening moustache. "Fuck, Pasha;you like my moustache? It's been growing some months. The school say I must shave it, but it's the holidays, so fuck them! You've got quite a bit of hair yourself, but you've been shaving it, I think," he added in excitement. Both of Jack's hands were now feeling Pasha's buttocks, as Pasha gently lifted Jack's right arm to examne the hairs. Then Pasha, took the boy's hand and placied it on his belt. "Go, go!" he said, indicating that Jack should unfasten he trousers. Meanwhile, Pasha was feeling Jack's penis through his shorts before unfastening them and gently lowering them over the straining erection. Pasha was also very hard, and Jack had difficulty in unzipping the trousers, but eventually the cotton trunks of Pasha were revealed. Pasha gently pulled down Jack's boxers and ran his fingers through the 13-year-old's thick bush and fingered the low-hanging balls. Meanwhile Jack had managed to lower pasha's trunks. "Fucking hell, you're almost still smooth," Jack said, running his hand over Pasha's pubic region and feeling the little black hairs so widely spread. Pasha pulled Jack close to him and kissed him on the mouth, something he had never done with any Russian boy. Their penises met together and they remained in this embrace for some minutes. The two then walked to the shower and turned on the hot water. Pasha took hold of Jack's penis and gently pulled back the skin. As Jack had been an experienced wanker since his first pubes had grown even in the primary school, aged ten, the foreskin retracted easily exposing the head.. Jack tooke Pasha's low-hanging balls into his hand and began to fondle them. As we have described, Pasha was a dark, well-built boy, but not tall, and his ample balls seemed enormous on his body. The two boys then began to wank each other for some minutes before Pasha knelt in front of Jack in the running water and took his penis into his mouth. Jack even had some hair on the shaft of his penis, unlike Pasha, whose balls and penis were quite smooth. Jack placed his hands on Pasha's head and encouraged his actions. Soon he felt his hot spunk rising as Pasha continued to suck,at the same time wanking himself with his right hand, his left on Jack's bottom. Soon Jack had the most intense orgasm of his life, his spunk shooting strongly and thickly into Pasha's mouth. "Oh, my fuck! Pasha. You fucking spunker,"he said, grabbing hold of Pasha's penis as the boy also came to orgasm. As we know, Pasha's emissions were copious ,and Jack's hand was soon covered with hot spunk, which came from Pasha's penis as from a tap. "Classna," Pasha said, as they both stood in the shower washing each other down. Soon they were ready and walked arm in arm back the corpus where the others were already sleeping. Any comments or encouragement would be welcome to Vanya ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru