Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 13:10:27 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes 24 Russian Choirboy Pubes Chapter 24 Ms. Barnes and a Surprise 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. Vanya does appreciate your comments, so please send them to the email above. I am sorry for the mistakes in English, The next morning dawned bright and early and no-one could believe that there were so few days left of the camp before our English friends had to leave. But it is today that the boys´plan to teach Ms. Barnes a lesson would reveal itself. If it had not been for the fact that Ms. Barnes had been suffering from the effects of her 'food poisoning' (we cannot say even that it was food poisoning: perhaps it was some effect of the water she had unwisely drunk from the basin in her room on the first day), we are absolutely certain that she would have tried to cause even more trouble than she has, so far, managed to effect. She seems to have a suspicion of everyone who so much as touches the shoulders even of a friend of the same sex. So it was that she suspected all our boys, and had the impression that all schools were dens of iniquity. Pasha, Artem, Igor, and little Dima had wisely kept their plans secret from their English friends, as they believed (perhaps rightly) that western children are rather immature and have a habit of telling tales home to mummy. It would be wise to explain to our readers that the propaganda they may have read in the press about Russia is in no way true, and is perhaps a result of the fear of the unknown situation and hysteria made in the Western press. But recently, our government has wisely restored many positive attributes of the Soviet Union, including those laws that stipulate that the values of the family unit should be taught as ideals to our dear children, and that teachers should be afforded the respect that they rightly deserve. But, of course, in reality there has been no change. In our schools, our children were always taught that it is best if mama, papa and grandparents live at home to look after the children and to set an example for their behaviour. Now, laughingly, some Westerners have portrayed the situation as like in some African states where blue people are sought out and killed and suspects, even, are thrown into gaol! It is not true and many blue people live happy lives and perhaps all know it, just as in former times. But to actually teach openly is another matter and some fines have been suggested, but who has been fined? We haven't heard of anyone! And whose house has been entered by the F.S.B. for this purpose? Certainly that of no-one we know! However, our young friends are going to play on the prejudices of Ms. Barnes to have their fun. In Russia children can be very mature and scheming for their age. It is not very nice of them to do it to a guest in the country, but many readers have urged me to allow our friends some fun at the expense of Ms. Barnes. So, let it be! And we shall enjoy it! The opportunity came on the day of which we have just been writing, and after breakfast of porridge, bread, cheese and tea it was announced that the English boys would have some lessons in Russian, art and culture from Dima (who could teach them in English, of course) and our Russian choirboys would have some lessons with James and Ms. Barnes. It had been arranged that the boys in the 7 th 8 th and 9 th classes (aged 13 to 15) should be taught in English by Ms Barnes without interpreter. If there were any problems, Artem would be able to help. So, our eager boys were gathered at 10 o'clock in a small classroom waiting for Ms. Barnes. Pasha had made the greatest of the plans and had been practising his act; and it had also been agreed that they would present themselves as in the best of the schools. "Let's arrange the desks very correctly, and when she comes, everyone will be standing at the side of his desk. And do not giggle, Dima; you maybe our mascot teddy bear but you are not our fucking clown," he added, as an afterthought, as little Dima started pulling funny faces and touching his groin, as if practising trying to seduce Ms. Barnes: an act we think any boy – even the most beautiful crasavchik – would have found impossible. For Ms. Barnes was no lover of boys and a hater of men! "Go and wank yourself, Pasha. That would shock her," Dima retorted in jest, beating his friend with a book across the head. Some moments later, they heard Ms Barnes' steps on the veranda outside and the door was opened: in she walked, the stud in her nose catching the attention of Dima, almost making him giggle at once. Ms Barnes was rather taken aback at been greeted so politely; obviously this was not the customary greeting she received at the beginning of a lesson in the school in which she taught! She thought she had better say something. "Good morning gentlemen. I must tell you that I do not wish to have any inappropriate behaviour or remarks in my class, so I must lay down some rules. Do you all understand me?" she added. Well, at least Artem understood, but Pasha and the others wondered at some of her words, especially the meaning of "inappropriate". Artem raised his hand in the traditional way practised in Russian schools. "May I have your permission to speak?" he asked. "Of course, Artem," she replied. "First of all, do we have your permission to sit down? It would not be polite to do so without it," he added. "I was just about to ask you to sit, and to tell you that there is no need to stand like tin soldiers when I come in. In fact, it would be better if you remained outside the room until I arrive. I do not think it appropriate that boys be left unsupervised," she added as if she felt the need to assert her authority. So the boys sat down, little Dima, Igor and some of the others understanding little of the preceding conversation, not because of their bad English but because Ms. Barnes spoke rather quickly and was not in the habit of constructing her sentences either grammatically or articulating clearly. Added to that, her accent was 'from the village' as we might say! "Does she want us to go outside?" Dima asked, rather puzzled. "What did you say, young man? Please speak only in English. At eleven years old you should be able to understand plain English." Artem stood up to answer on Dima's behalf. "Sorry, Ms. Barnes. My friend did not hear you clearly. He asked me if you wanted us to go outside. With your permission I will explain the situation and interpret for the others if needed." Ms. Barnes seemed a little agitated that Artem and Dima were still standing. "There is no need to stand when you speak," she stated, rather tersely, tapping a pen on the desk.. "Please let us start by giving your names and ages. I thought the small boys were to go to the other class. Perhaps your young friend should go to that class where he belongs." Artem explained to Ms Barnes that Dima was, in fact, just some weeks younger than he himself was and in fact older than Pasha and most of the boys in the 8 th class. "In our group, the youngest is 13. Dima is in the correct group, Miss Barnes, as he is 14." "Please do not call me 'Miss' Barnes. My title is Ms.," she commanded, hardly making any difference in the articulation of both variants. "Sorry, we do not understand the difference; perhaps you could explain it to us." Artem asked, understanding the difference perfectly. At this, Ms. Barnes launched into a speech stating that it was not appropriate for others to know her marital status. "After all, you cannot tell a man's marital status by the way he is addressed." "But, of course," Pasha replied, "we do know when anyone is married as they wear a ring to proclaim it. Ms. Barnes decided that this conversation was getting nowhere (or, at least, not where she wanted), so she changed the subject. "Have you your prepared questions ready to ask about the culture of the UK, which you will know is multi-ethnic and all-inclusive?" At this prompt, Pasha decided it was time to ask his first question. "Could you tell us at what age people get married in the United Kingdom? Traditionally, Russians get married rather young." "Yes, could you tell us about your husband, and family, please?" Dima added. "We would love to see photos. "I'm sorry, but I think that is a personal question, young man," she replied. "It is not appropriate to ask such a question. "As it happens, I will simply say that I am intending to marry very soon." What Ms. Barnes did not reveal (but the boys already knew this from her room-mate) was that the woman was going to marry another woman with whom she had been living for some months! "Do you like Russia and our people," Miss Barnes? Igor read from his prepared sheet. For some moments, Ms. Barnes felt on safer ground and rambled about the hospitality being very great. Now it was Artem's turn to ask: "You know, Miss Barnes (sorry, Mz Barnes) I study English culture very much with my best friend Dima. You know him, of course! He is our choirmaster and he is very kind to me, and all of us, you know. We read much about traditional values in Britain and how they have been destroyed by capitalist ideology. We also read (and I know from listening to the foreign news) that our once shared culture of values is undermined by feminists. Can you tell us about this situation, please." Ms. Barnes was shocked by this question and suspected some mischief, but could not quite prove it, as Artem smiled his winning and beautiful smile like a temptress in her bed. Usually this smile worked well with all his teachers! "Young man, that is not an appropriate question. If you asked that in our country you would be in serious trouble." "But, Miss Barnes, we thought we could ask any question like we do in our own schools. Is it not so that the UK is a free society, and questions can be asked freely? "In our society, you are not free to make racist and sexist remarks and to attack people by your prejudices.. Everyone is equal regardless of sex and gender issues and we have strong laws to enforce this freedom!" "Does that mean that women are free to marry women and to live like man and wife?" Pasha added, after Artem had interpreted this answer. "Yes, also to desecrate Holy Churches too," he concluded. " One of the great strides in our society is the breaking down of sexist barriers and the establishment of true equality for women," she replied, getting quite agitated. " There are strong laws to protect women's rights and also to protect children from bad influences. I understand you live in a backward and repressed society in which man dominate the world." (Of course she knew nothing of the great contribution of women to the Soviet Union where men and women fought side by side, long before it was so in the West). " Don't you realise that at least one of our number here today will certainly be gay and others will be bisexual." Artem grinned inside himself at this rather accurate assessment of Pasha's secret thoughts! ("What would she think if she knew about my list?" he thought.) He translated this for Pasha, who, as arranged, became very ´upset' and started talking angrily in Russian. "What is wrong with the boy?" Miss Barnes asked. "Is he ill? Call for the doctor.!" "Oh, we are sorry, Miss Barnes; I must have interpreted to him incorrectly. He thought you were saying that it was okay for people to live these lifestyles here in Russia and that you were advising him to do so. You see, he is a very traditional boy and very religious (see his crucifix around his neck!). I'm sure when he has calmed down, he will be okay and won't do as he said." At this, Artem and Dima went over to Pasha, as planned, and started comforting him and stroking his beautiful black hair and neck, Artem resting his hand on the boy's bare leg. On cue, Pasha issued another tirade in fast Russian, banging his hand on the desk, all of which was absolute rubbish and most amusing! Miss Barnes was very concerned and asked for an explanation. "I've just told Pasha that you obviously did not know that it is strictly forbidden in Russian schools to speak about alternative lifestyles and marriages between the same sex. Pasha says it is like the animals of the jungle, but I am sure he won't actually call the F.S.B. as he says. Leave him to us. I am sure you won't be fined, even though his father is an agent of the government." "Oh, I am feeling ill," Miss Barnes called out, getting up from her chair, clutching her head and rushing out of the room, leaving the boys rather shocked at the complete success of their ruse!!!. For some moments there was silence before Dima punched the desk with both hands and burst out: "Fucking CLASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" and he the started hitting the floor with his feet. The others fell about too, in no small measure at the thought of their one blue friend feigning such shock at Miss Barnes' suggestion that he should be free to marry another boy. "Don't worry, Pashka, you needn't marry a boy," he said: You can just have fun with us any time, and no-one will care!!" "Do you think she will complain of our behaviour?" Pasha asked. " If the story be told to our Director we shall be in BIG trouble." "Don't worry, guys. I think Miss Barnes will keep a low profile from now on. But come on. Let's play cards until the lesson finishes and then tell all to Dima!!! But just at that moment, the door burst open and Dima ran in. The boys fell silent in sure expectation that a serious complaint had been made by Ms Barnes. Dima stopped and looked round: "Artem, is your 'phone switched off? Your grandfather has been trying to call you. You will never guess. "Dimka, Dimka, what is is?" "Oh, where is Ms. Barnes? Oh, it doesn't matter. Artem, there has been a telephone call from the office of our President in Moscow. You and two other soloists from our number are to sing at the opening of the Olympiad!!!!! Like your grandfather before you, you will sing before the whole world. Arthem was shocked and then ran to hug his friend. "Dimka, it is so great. Just like my grandfather and his friend, we will do the same. He will be so proud. My telephone is in my room. I must call grandfather." "And so shall we be proud, Artem. It's possible that the whole choir will sing, but we await confirmation," he added in excitement as all were gathered around. Now, come, boys, let's go to eat lunch for we have a lo to do this afternoon to prepare for our closing concert. Of course there was great excitement when all assembled in the canteen for lunch. The English boys could not understand what the excitement was all about but when they heard the news from their choirmaster, they were thrilled too. "You lucky boy, Artem, Jack said; but how could you do it? Won't you be so scared?" "Of course not; I will just think of my grandfather and sing normally. Pasha and Dima will sing too, I hope. It will be great!" And so the rehearsals continued for the concert at the end of the camp. The last few days passed very quickly and uneventfully. Ms Barnes rarely appeared except at mealtimes and spent most of the time furtively looking around to see if Pasha was watching her and wondering if an agent of the F.S.B. Would be visiting her in the night. The girls from the sports camp had departed, so there were no dangerous temptations for little Dima, Igor or Artem in that direction. Pasha's friendship with Jack continued, and our English friends learned quite a lot about their Russian comrades. After at first thinking of them as gay and sentimental, they saw the true side of friendship, which was divorced from sexual activity. They saw the way they cared for each other, comforted each other physically and enjoyed a close male contact and affection, something which was foreign to our English friends. They learned not to be shy of their bodies and to talk openly about their problems with a close friend. As for Jack, he learned that until his friendship with Pasha, he had had no true friends at all in his life, just many comrades. Now he had a friend he could not bear to leave. "Don't worry, Jack," Pasha comforted, as they sat on Jack's bed together. "Time and distance cannot break our friendship." Now they did not need words to express their feelings. In fact a true love had replaced the raw sexual feelings each had had had for the other at first sight. Artem had expressed it well when he joked to the two: "Well, at first you were like two guys looking at porno pictures. But no-one wants to really love a girl on the porno pictures, only to have sex with her. But now you are true friends and really respect each other, so you are not wanking each other every spare minute.. Maybe one day you will both marry lovely girls and have beautiful children. Let's hope it is so for all of us, but we will never forget our first love. In fact they will never leave us. At least that is what my grandfather told me when his true friend came back to him." "Well, we all know your true friend, Artem," Pasha replied. "You're right; Pashka, and maybe I have neglected him a little these past days." "What are you talking about?" Jack asked. "Don't worry, Jack. It's just something only we of our culture can understand. Maybe if you were to live with us long enough, you would understand too. But maybe even now, you will take a little of that understanding back to England with you." "But maybe in England he will forget...." Artem added rather thoughtfully. With those words, the rather intense conversation ended and Artem went to seek his dear friend Dima who was alone in his room looking sad. "Sorry, Dimka. We have been so busy that we have neglected each other," Artem said as he went to embrace his friend with soft tears. "Come here, my best friend," Dima said. Why do you cry? Come to Dimka, my crasavchik" With those words, Artem and he sat close together on the sofa, Artem's head resting in Dima's breast, Dima stroking the boy's beautiful hair. "Don't ever leave me, Artem," Dima cried, the tears falling onto the boy's face. Dima looked up surprised. "Why would I leave you, Dimka? What has happened to make you think it?" So Dima told Artem that he had heard about what happened at the disco when several of his beautiful boys had lost their innocence at the hands of bad girls. "I feared I had lost you, to a girl, Artem!" he cried. Artem smiled. "You silly boy, Dimka: sometimes I think you are younger than any of us. Listen to me. We are normal boys (Well, except for Pasha, and I even hope for him!!) and we are growing into men. Of course we want sex with girls. But as for true love? What is it? I hope one day I will have true love for a girl (just like my dear grandfather found my grandmother all those years ago): but I know he never lost his first true love. I could see it in their eyes when they met again at the concert after all those years. And you know, you were my first true love and always will be. And, for your information, your sucking me off will always be special, and to be honest, when I fucked that girl the other night, I wasn't only thinking of her!! So at the end of the camp, come back to my place and we can sleep together again. Mother is still away and we can get ready for the Olympiad with Pasha and Dima. My grandfather will help us prepare, if you don't mind." The two embraced strongly and lay silent for ten minutes, Dima's hand now resting on the bulge in Artem's shorts, which was slowly getting hard. Artem lifted his head and spoke: "Well, Dimka. If you want to suck me off again, let's do it now. I know you will do it better than any stupid girl. The scene that ensued was so beautiful that we cannot describe it. But it was one that both knew would remain with them for ever. So, for once, let's leave the two in private and return to the story in the next chapter at the end of the camp. -- Ivan Ivanocich