Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2012 20:05:34 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes -pt six The Concert and plans for the Banya 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. I was very happy to receive very good reports of the last chapter, which some said was the best so far; also there were many suggestions including that the boys should have a banya after the concert. Concert and plans for the Banya As the day of the concert approached, the Director of the School called Dima to her office to discuss the arrangements. She explained to him that the Mayor would introduce the proceedings in the great Philharmonic Hall and would, in turn, introduce Dima and the choir to the stage. "The boys will look very splendid in their uniforms, I am sure," she said. "I will attend backstage to check the tidiness of the boys, as it would not do to have anyone badly presented, and you will have too much to think about to be able to attend to their clothes." The Director also said that she would have a little surprise for Dima, but she was not prepared to elaborate further on this point. Fortunately all the older boys' voices were strongly holding and had proved invaluable in assisting in the training of the younger boys. The solos had been allocated and everyone seemed happy with the programme which would include classical songs, in addition to folk and popular songs, ending with the Anthem of the Russian Federation with Artem as soloist. So the week of the concert dawned and the boys had been told to bring their uniforms to school of inspection. Dima was looking forward to seeing his boys dressed in their new choir uniforms of black trousers, white shirt and red ties, and so it was that they assembled in the sports hall for their inspection. Dima was to supervise their changing and then the Director would arrive for the inspection. "I seem to remember that only some weeks ago we four were having a different kind of inspection in this very changing room, Igor joked to Victor as they took off their school clothes and began to put on their uniform. "Do not joke about this," Artem said, blushing a little. "Dimitry Petrovich would not like us discussing this in front of the small boys. It would not be appropriate. "And if the Director should hear of our behaviour, we should all be in some trouble." So, soon the boys were ready and dressed in their smart uniforms of black trousers, white shirts and red ties fastened in pioneer style and smart black shoes; all of this which had been sponsored by the city administration. The following hour passed very slowly because the Director was meticulous is her attention to various details of choreography: how the boys should enter, how they should stand, where they should put their hands whilst singing, details of bowing etc. "All these details must be correct," she demanded; "Let it not be said that you are a group of reprobates," she added, much to the amusement of all. "Maybe our uniforms should include hoods, so that we may look like gopniks," Shurik joked out loud. But the Director was not amused, giving him very stern words, as is common, and reducing him to silence with the added suggestion that he might like to find a place at a school where these people are educated! Soon the matter was forgotten and all the arrangements made, and then the boys were free to go to their homes. Dimitry had had a very successful final rehearsal, and all the solos were prepared. So it was the day of the concert and all were assembled in the philharmonic hall which was packed for the occasion. Backstage, all was being made ready. The boys were looking splendid in their uniforms. Little Dima, the smallest of the soloists was looking very cute. Dimitry called the soloists to him, Tolya (14, full bush and thickly spunking), Shurik(14, likewise) , Dima (13, small bald and immature), and of course Artem, who had just celebrated his fourteenth birthday and was fast developing his blond bush. All boys were in fine voice and looked very smart. Dimitry had made a point of teaching the solos of Tolya and Shurik to Artem in case either of the two boys' voices did not hold. "Do you wish us to practise our songs, Dimitry Petrovich?" Tolya asked. "No, I think not: we shall just do some warm up exercises together while our pianist warms up with choir," Dima replied. Fortunately, all was well and both boys were showing very good tone. Artem was very happy for them, for he knew how much it meant to the two boys to be able to perform at the concert. Soon the bells were sounding for the commencement of the concert and in the auditorium announcements were being given in both Russian and French (as is traditional at formal concerts). Dima was surprised to see that the concert was to be filmed by TV Tsentr, the state television service. And so the concert began: and as the boys were led on to the stage by Tolya and Alexander (Shurik) the applause was very great. Then the Mayor was introduced who spoke of the time when "our small district North of Moscow had a great choir," and also mentioned that several boys were carrying on the tradition of their fathers and grandfathers who had been a part of that great choir. At these words the heart of young Artem swelled to think of his grandfather (sitting in the audience). How proud he must try to make him this night. And it was so: the first half of the concert, featuring traditional solos and songs from old Russia and the Soviet Union was rapturously received, and a great hush descended on the audience as each soloist took centre stage. Little Dima singing very sweetly and sentimentally with great stage presence, and the solos of Shurik and Tolya were received with great emotion, as must be so, as the audience (noting their manly appearances) knew that they were almost certainly hearing them sing as sopranos for the last time. The second entr'acte was equally successful with more classical songs sung in Italian and Latin and Rusian. As Artem took the stage there were audible murmours from the audience as if some secret intelligence has been spread amongst them. It was as if several had a feeling of `déjà vu'. And as Artem sang that great work "Where e'er You Walk," it was as if all breathing had stopped. So easy and so full were his tones and so emotional his interpretation. And as the final sounds died away there was a hushed silence for several long seconds before a thunderous applause and cries of "Bis, Bis" and "Bravo, Bravo" rang out for over a minute. Artem modestly bowed and returned to his place in the choir. And so the concert drew to a close and the listed items concluded. Dima was about to begin the final item, the anthem of the Russian Federation, in which Artem would be soloist. But as he was about to take the baton, a delegation from the city administration mounted the stage and the Mayor made as if to speak: "My dear friends and comrades, before we sing our great anthem, I would like the soloist, Artem Ivanovich to step forward." With great surprise, Artem left his place at the front of the choir (where he had been ready to sing the Anthem) and joined the mayor at the front of the stage who put his arm around his shoulders. "My friends: many years ago, as I informed you at the beginning of this great concert, this district had a great choir and two great soloists. Some of you sitting here today remember those two boys who brough great honour to our Great Soviet Union, so sadly now fallen! Several times they broadcast from Moscow. You may know that our dear Artem is the grandson of Vladislav Petrovich, whom some of us knew many years ago as "Little Vladik". We never thought to hear that voice again, but did you hear the cries and gasps when our dear Artem sang? Truly is was the voice of his grandfather returned. Come up to the stage Vladislav Petrovich." At this moment, Artem's grandfather rose from his seat to join the others on the stage and was greeted by great cries (one old grandmother hastily rising to kiss him as he passed by her seat!). "Vladislav Petrovich," the Mayor continued "We shall not even ask if you are proud of your grandson tonight. But I have a surprise for you. Do you recall the name of your boyhood friend and singing companion Vladimir Michaelovich?" Artem's grandfather looked a little puzzled for a moment, and then his face it up: "Oh yes, you mean my old friend Vova! The greatest soloist our choir ever had." "Yes, yes, is none other!" the Mayor replied. Do you recall what happened to him?" Vladik explained that he had completely lost touch with Vova during their service years and he now feared him dead. "Vladislav Petrovich, thanks to our contacts we have discovered that after his service, your friend worked in a closed city in western Siberia where he still lives, now a distinguished scientist. I called to him last week and he was shocked to hear you were still alive. He is now waiting to see you, and we have arranged papers for you to visit his town. Artem's grandfather was quite overcome with emotion at this news, and put his arms to hug Artem. "It is great news," he said. I will go as soon as possible to see him." "You will not wait a moment longer," the Mayor announced. Yesterday your old friend returned by train and is here in this hall. Come to the stage Vladimir Michaelovic -- our Little Vova!" At this point there was a great commotion and uproar from the audience as a distinguished elderly man in his late seventies rose to his feet and mounted the stage. The reunion of these two friends cannot be described, but was very emotional. But at this point Dimitry Petrovich stepped forward and spoke to the assembled crowd. "My friends. It would be no greater honour for me to pass the baton to Vladislav Petrovich and ask him to conduct our choir and his grandson in the great anthem." Artem's grandfather was even more moved but graciously declined. "Comrades, I am not a great musician. As a boy I was blessed with a voice. But not every signer is a great musician. However, we have a greater musician amongst us. My old friend Vova had both the voice and the musical knowledge, and -- with your permission, Dimitry Petrovich - it would be the greatest honour if Vladimir Michaelovic were to take the baton." Vova agreed and stepped forward to study the partition briefly. He then too Artem aside for a few moments and confided something to him that even his grandfather could not convey. And Artem -- the proudest boy in all Russia -- stepped back to his place at the front of the choir and the anthem began. At the end, there was the greatest silence ever heard for several seconds. It was as if the audience knew that they had experienced something that may only be felt once in their whole life. "Was I okay, Dimka?" whispered Artem to Dima as the final applause was dying down and the choir was returning to the dressing room. Dima was gently rubbing Artem's bottom as they walked together, the buttocks so fully filling out the black trousers. "Of course you were, Artem. We are all proud of you and the whole choir." Artem's Banya Party As you know, it had been Artem's 14 th birthday shortly before the concert and his grandfather had suggested he invite friends in the choir to the banya where they could have a sort of second birthday celebration. "Will you come, Dimka?" Artem asked as they were alone after the concert. "We can only accommodate 15 in total, but I have invited some very interesting boys. "Oh my fuck, Artem! Whom have you invited? -- of course I will come," Dima replied! Atem explained that he had been very cunning and had invited all the boys whom he thought would excite Dima. "You deserve it, Dimka! You are so good to us! Let me see, here is my list!" And from his pocket, Artem took out a list of names: "Well, I have invited the four 14 year olds who are - or were -- still bald at my last sighting of them. Then you remember the 13 year old bald boy with largest balls in the choir? That is Pasha and he has agreed to come. The 11 year old twins unfortunately cannot come, but Misha, the nine- year-old spunker with the start of a bush, low balls and well-wanked penis will come with his cousin, Sasha, the 10year also showing the start of a bush. So we should have a great time as there will be older bald boys and young bushes! Little Dimka will come too. He's so cute and innocent looking!" "Fucking puberty, Artem. You'll have me spunking," Dima replied, cupping his right hand over Artem's bulge. "Stop, Dimka! I'm hard already and almost shooting. If you want to suck me off, let's go somewhere quiet! To be continued. Comments to Vanya for the concluding episode!