Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2013 09:13:54 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy pubes pt 9 Russian Choirboy Pubes pt 9 - Banya 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. I was very happy to receive very good reports of the last chapter. Some questions were asked, so I shall try to answer them in this first part of the banya chapter. Part Nine - Banya and a Surprise! Before we continue to the long-awaited Banya, let's examime Artem's list of choirboys attending the banya: Nikita, (13.3) -- spunking clear spunk. This is little Dima's cousin. Progressing well with his singing. Balls now enlarging but no hairs when seen when with strong erection in school showers two months ago. Speaking voice still childish and soprano. Artem, (14) -- Soloist. Now developing a full bush. Expected to sing soprano for at least another year. Face still smooth but needs to shave above the lip occasionally. Speaking voice not childish but not hardened. Sasha (11.8) - no signs of puberty; no hair. Dima (13.5) - Soloist. Still the youngest looking; no hair and balls just beginning to drop; the most stunning of the lot. Hotly wanking and producing clear spunk strongly. Sperm just becoming active. Speaking voice still high. Pasha (12.9) Still the largest balls in the choir, hanging heavily no hair. Penis long and thick. Strongly spunking mature sperm. New soloist. Speking voice lower than childish tomes. Misha (10.2) - seen with beginning of bush some weeks ago when wanking with his cousin, Sasha (10.4 also with pubes) in the school showers. Speaking voice breaking: sometimes high and childish, sometimes lower. Sasha's voice still unbroken. Losha (14.1) - Joined the choir three months ago with his cousin, Danil (14.6). Both still smooth at last sighting but showing well developed penisis and attractive balls, firm but full. Speaking voices still unbroken but not childish. Mature sperm. The Day of the Banya The day dawned bright and sunny, and surely summer was approaching. The May weather was rather warm today as the nine boys met in the city to the dacha of Artem's grandfather, about twenty minutes by bus. Most of the boys were wearing jeans and a shirt but it was not yet quite warm enough to leave a coat off. Misha and his cousin Sasha had been brought by their parents to the meeting place: at just ten years old they were only just getting used to wandering the streets on their own "If we take the 68th Marshrutka, it will be just a short walk," Artem explianed to Misha's father. "My Grandfather is already there, making preparations; so let's go, guys," he continued, as the little crowded van rounded the corner and stopped. Fortunatley about eight people got out, leaving a few seats empty and some standing room. "Do you want to go in the front with the driver, Dima?" Artem, asked, seeing a vacant seat,"Or shall I go there as I can better tell the driver where to stop the van"? "Yes, good idea, Artem; you go in the front. Come on boys, squeeze in," Dima replied, as the boys climbed into the bus and tried to close the door. There was very little room to stand, but soon everyone was wedged into a place, Dima sitting in one of the free places. There were just fifteen places in this bus, so one may imagine that it was not so comfortable with six people standing. Little Dima suddenly perched himself on Dimitry's knee and made himself comfortable. Pasha, Misha and Danil were standing close by, and so Dima had a close view of their bottoms as they were about on the level of his eyes. "Fucking puberty," thought Dima as he watched the three boys carefully, running his hand over Misha's bottom, and looking at the incipient hair about the boy's lip, which sight and feeling make the blood rush to his already swelling penis which was already responding to the movement of little Dima's bottom, as the boy bounced on his knee. Fortunately, the ride was not long, so matters did not get out of hand; soon there was more space as people arrived at their respective stops, and eventually the bus arrived at the stop where the boys got out and followed Artem, who was walking with Dima, down a narrow road leading from the main route. "So, Artem, has your passposrt arrived? Dima asked the boy, as they were walking. You will perhaps know that every Russian must have an internal passport (entirely separate from a foreign passport) on his fourteenth birthday, making it possible for him to travel within Russia. "Yes, I have it!" Artem replied proudly. "I collected it two days ago." "So, you will soon be a man, and not a boy soprano too much longer, Artem: but we have a lot of singing to do this year before your voice hardens. We must make your grandfather even more proud of you," Dima said, putting his arm around Artem's shoulders to walk with him for a while. After fifteen minutes' walk, they arrived at the small village, and there was Artem's grandfather waiting at the gate of his cottage. "Come on, boys, the banya is ready. Artem, take the boys in ; maybe I will join you later," he said;" I still have some tasks to do." So Artem led the boys to the banya, which was a three room, home-made, construction. The first, outer room, contained just a bench and some shelves where the boys were to put carefully their folded clothes and to put on slippers for for the inner rooms. Here the boys started to undress and to put their clothes on the shelves. "Wait till you get a sight of fucking Misha and Sasha," Artem whispered, to Dima as they tried to get into the small space where the boys were undressing. Some of the boys had already finished and entered the second room, where there was a table and a large barrel of water for washing after leaving the steam room Misha and Sasha were still in the outer room in their underpants and Pasha was helping; Danil was still sitting on the bench with Losha, who was examining his balls for signs of the non-existent hair. Misha, the tall, well-built ten-year-old, and his cousin were talking happily to Pasha as they pulled down their underpants, revealing their impressive pubertal development. "Fucking spunker, Misha! You must be the only boy in your class with hair; and fuck, Sasha, you have pubes too," Pasha teased, as he admired the two boys' young bushes which were tufting impressively at the base of their penises, which in turn were remarkably well-developed for boys of their age. Both boys, but Misha, especially, had balls which were quite bulbous, supporting the penis in such a way as to make it stick out, thus creating the bulge first caught Dima's eye in school. The foreskin of both looked well stretched and gave every impression of being capable of easy retraction. "There is one other boy in my class with hair, but not as much as me. My mother says I developed very early," Misha replied in his husky tones, as he sat down and ran his fingers through his growing bush, spreading his legs wide so that the others might have a better view. "Fucking puberty, Misha. You must have been born with hair," Artem remarked as his own penis started to respond to the excitement, now slowly rising to attention as he admired the two young boys. "Lift your arms, Misha, and lets see if you have hair." The boy obliged and put both hands behind his neck, completely exposing his armpits. "It's just grown in the last months, but I've been spunking longer, " he addled, proudly tugging on the thick tuft of hair in his armpits. * "I've got hair too," Sasha said, showing fewer but impressive hairs for a ten year old. Sasha's balls were still completely smooth but his pubes were widespread but no so thick and curly as his cousin. "Pasha, undress quickly and show Misha and Sasha your size," Artem said. "He's even bigger than me, Mishka, and still smooth!" "Why are you wearing two pairs of pants?" Misha asked Pasha as the boy took off his white shorts revealing tight blue briefs supporting his balls and shapely penis which was clearly defined in the material. "The briefs are to support my balls when wearing jeans or trousers tight in the leg," he replied. "My normal trousers for school are looser, so it's more comfortable just to wear light cotton trunks which just let everything hang snugly against the right leg," he replied. "That's why it looks as if he's stuffed a banana down his choir uniform!" Artem added, who was also well admired for the size of his bulge in his school trousers; but, unlike Pasha, Artem always wore briefs, as he didn't like the feeling of his balls and penis against his inner leg. Therefore, Artem's bulge was always far more pronounced than Sasha's who usually wore loose-cut trousers for school thus not showing the bulge so much. However, the boys' choir uniforms were of thin material and close fitting, and Pasha had had his penis felt in the crowded metro on the way home from the recent concert. Pasha then peeled down the blue briefs, releasing his penis and low-hanging balls which now stretched just below the tip of his long thick penis supporting it nicely. The tip of his penis was just peeping from the foreskin, and the head was well defined in the foreskin, being thicker than his already impressively thick shaft. At this point, Danil came out of the inner room to see why the others were taking so long. He presented an attractive sight of a boy completely devoid of any hair, except on his dark head! His heavy penis was probably longer and thicker than even Pasha's but his balls were much smaller, although well descended. Like Pasha and Losha, he was expecting his first hairs any day now, and they would grow surely very fast. He was the typical type of attractive Russian boy, retaining his boyishness into mid-teens, but lacking none of the experience of a western boy who might be displaying more advanced signs of puberty, and would almost certainly be sporting a bush at well over fourteen years. "Come on guys, stop wanking and let's go," Danil joked as he saw Artem's excited state. Artem just grinned, patted young Misha on the bottom and led the way into the inner room. So the boys followed and joined the others sitting at the table, Dima walking behind, admiring Pasha's swinging balls, which were clearly visiible from the rear as he walked. "Fucking spunker," he thought, as he watched Pasha bend down to pick up a bag of tea which had fallen from the table, the balls and heavy penis wildly swinging between his legs. Artem was now standing at the table making tea for the company, proudly displaying his fast-thickening bush and half erection, which was just pointing upwards. Over the past few weeks, Artem's bush had darkened somewhat and the hairs on his balls had thickened. His balls had lost much of their attractive shape and now hanging down more heavily, smothered in hair. Dima took a good look around at the assembled group of choirboys who were certainly maturing fast. Just young Sasha (the other Sasha) showed no signs of puberty. He was an attractive boy and would one day be very sexy. His body was completely smooth, his bottom round and firm, and his little balls were still close to his body. But Dima was rather taken aback to see the boy was becoming strongly erect, his little penis growing visibly, and suddenly shooting upwards like a thin long pencil, the foreskin easily retracting. The little boy giggled, as the others watched him fingering the head of his penis to encourage its its full erection. "Fuck! The little choirboy's started wanking, Misha," Pasha said. "Are you spunking yet,Sasha or just wanking it dry?" "If he's still dry, he must be the only boy here who can't spunk," little Dima joined. "Come here, Sashka, let's look at you!" At this point, Nikita, little Dima's cousin, rose from where he had been sitting at the table and came over to where the group were now standing. Like the rest of the boys, he was now wanking daily; his spunk was thickening and his foreskin was stretched. "Fucking spunker, Nikita," Artem said, as the boy stood next to him. He had been watching Dimka take Sasha's hot little penis into his mouth and srart sucking it to the enormous pleasure of the little boy. Artem turned briefly to Nikita and admired the smooth pubic area and tuft of long dark hairs now growing like a straggly beard from the lower region of the boy's balls, which were drawn up like two golf balls by the boy's erection which was pointing excitedly towards the roof. "Look at Nikita, guys. His balls are growing a beard!" Artem added, as he gently tugged on the boy's growing pubic hair."I must amend my list!" "Oh my fuck," Pasha groaned as he watched. He had already been close to spunking, but at the sight of little Nikita's cute pubes he slid the skin back and forth over the head of his thick penis three or four times only, and then without further stimulation he collapsed onto a chair as hot blasts of thick spunk shot straight ahead and emptied from his huge bald balls, the final strong blast hitting Losha in the chest. "Fuck, Pashka. I don't want your spunk, thanks," he joked as he continued. "How many times do you wank a day, Pasha?" "I have to do it twice before sleep now or it comes out in my dreams and my mother is angry. "Three, maybe four," Pasha replied, as he started to clean himself up with a cloth. By this time, Dima himself was powerfully hard, but he no longer hid it from his boys as the atmosphere in the room became electric. He had been sitting at the table watching the excitement, but now came to join the group around little Dima and Sasha, whose balls seemed much more mature now in the heat than when he had been undressing in the cold outer room. Sasha blushed a little as little Dima released his penis from his mouth and slid the foreskin up and down. "You have been wanking it, Sashka," he said as he exposed the head of his own penis. Sasha screwed up his face: "Oh my fuck," he said as he penis pulsated. His whole body orgasmed as he shot his first tiny drops of spunk into little Dima's mouth as the boy's own penis exploded without stimulation shooting a blast of clear, watery, spunk into the air. "Are you going to suck Misha?" Artem whispered to his teacher. "I don't mind; you can suck me any time, Dimka!" he added mischievously, as Dimitry sat and took Misha and stood him before him, the boy's exposed head pointing at Dima's mouth. He placed his hands on Misha's full bottom and took the boy's throbbing penis into his mouth, burying his nose into the boy's developing bush. The boys foreskin slid easily back, completely exposing the head which now Dima was gently sucking. Misha then began moving his shaft in and out of Dima's mouth as the tip of the short penis was sucked. Soon Dima felt a hot blast of creamy spunk. Soon all the boys had finished, except for Artem who was wildly wanking the other Sasha (Misha's cousin) whom he had sitting on his knee, his hard penis beet ween the boy's buttocks, almost lifting the boy into the air. Artem's telephone, which was on the table, suddenly interrupted the party. "Come on guys, my grandfather is coming with his friend Vova, so lets clean up and get everything ready for them. They will be here in fifteen minutes." And especially to the younger boys he added: "And remember, not a word about what we have been doing!" So, quickly, all was made ready for the arrival of the two men. The banya was hot and when the two arrived, all was well: boys were sitting in the steam room or pouring water over each other in the main room. When he heard them come in, Artem went to the outer room to greet them, and, as soon as they entered there was some exciting news. "Do you remember, boys, that part of our concert was broadcast on TV, " Vova explained." "Only an hour ago, Artem's grandfather had a call from the news studio to say he and I are to be interviewed next week about our boyhood singing so long ago. Apparently a newsreel film has been discovered in the Soviet archives of our singing together. They would also like Artem and some of the choir to sing in the studio. Do you think you could prepare two items and a solo for Artem, Dimitry?" Dima was thrilled to hear the news. "Yes, of course, Vlad; Artem has many solos, so we can choose one; and the choir can sing one of the items we left out of the concert. So, there was great excitement as the boys now enjoyed the rest of the banya, Vlad and Vova having brought venik branches with which to beat the boys and some aromatic oil onto onto the stones. "Do you remember when we used to go to your grandfather's banya in our innocent childhood, Vova?" Artem's grandfather asked, as he was beating Pasha on the back. "They were good days, but not so innocent, I think, in our teenage years! Or have you forgotten, my little Vladik?" "Yes, yes, I remember, my old friend," Vlad replied, wiping tears from his eyes. But not a word to our boys here; they wouldn't understand, he added in a whisper. "What's that you are saying, Grandfather?" Artem asked, who had been listening with his sharp ears. "You can tell me more later if you like!" -Comments and suggestions welcome to the e-mail above.