Date: Sun, 22 May 2016 15:15:53 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Dima's Choirboys - Chapter 12 Dima's Choirboys - Chapter 12 - Dima's Orgasm 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 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 Appearing in this chapter: 7 th Class: Gleb, as described in the last chapter. Boys of the 6th Class: Sasha - smooth, watery, spunker; Kirill, thick spunker with large balls, large penis, and fucking bush! Gena – 5th Class – shapely, hanging smooth balls; new, short black pubes, spreading across his pubic region, now copious spunker. Fucking puberty! Sasha – 12-year-old soprano soloist with large smooth balls. Also appearing: Pasha – 14-year-old visiting soloist, and James – young visiting choirmaster from England. Dima – 15-year-old soloist. Fait-haired and still smooth. "I'm sorry, Pashka, it was just that I was jealous of you and James last night. I didn't mean to desert you for Gleb," Kirill said after he had managed to get Pasha to one side in the morning "It's okay, my little one," Pasha replied, stroking the head of his friend, who was actually as tall as he was now. "I also felt bad about you afterwards. But you were going to come and join us, I think! It was great, but better with you there too." Kirill told Pasha briefly what had happened. "Wow, you lucky bastard. How did you manage to seduce him? No-one has ever got a bad word out of Gleb until now!" "His fucking skin was tight at first, and it hurt when I tried to stretch it fully back. He's never had the bastard back before or the knob out! (Fucking hell. at his age, mate!) But you should have seen it when it suddenly slid out - fucking classic. It was so white and sensitive," Kirill continued, after filling in his friend on all the details. "And he was "fucking" and "cunting" at every sentence. It was so hot, Pashka! You should have been there! And his spunk was so fucking thick, and he really fired, not like a normal smooth wanker!" "Fucking puberty!" Pasha replied. "I thought he'd have a good sized dick when it was hard, and I saw the knob outlined in the skin last night, but I never thought he'd be like that. But he is the oldest in the school, I think - over thirteen. We must get him in our little circle," he continued. "You say he isn't blue, but he sounds good for some fun!" "Yes, his fantasy was some tart with big tits and a tight cunt, but he loved the sucking. Well, he is going to take us to the church today, remember, Pasha so be polite!" "I don't need to be told to be polite: I am a religious man too!" he replied. "Quiet, here he comes," he continued, seeing Gleb approach in his nice suit with pressed trousers, snugly fitting around the groin, showing a considerable and very soft-looking bulge in the material. "Come on, Guys! Let's go to the church. I will teach you some prayers!" he joked in his light voice, as he approached, as if he was the most innocent and pure choir-boy one could imagine. "Where, is James? Oh, yes, I see he comes now." James came along the corridor, still feeling a little guilty about his encounter with Pasha last night. "So, are you ready to go to the church?" he asked, smiling at the boys. "Are any others coming?" "I thought Sasha and Gena might come but they went off somewhere after breakfast," Kirill replied, as they made their way out into the street. On the way, the conversation centred on the church choirs. James was very interested to know if boys sang in these choirs now, but Kirill and Gleb explained to him that generally the tradition had been lost after the Revolution. Before that, of course, there were great choir schools for boys. "There are some churches with boys but, generally, it is women now," Gleb said. "Hey, Pasha, could we form a group of eight singers to make some services?" he suggested excitedly. He repeated this in English for James. "Well, we would need deep bass and tenor singers for that kind of music, and the language is also difficult," Pasha thought out loud. "Maybe some boy from my school from our old choir could sing bass – maybe Igor, or even Artem; but tenor is not a boys' voice: it needs delicate settled register." "What about our Director and friend Dima? He has a beautiful voice!" Kirill added, only to be slapped on the back by his dear friend. "You are right! Yes, three boy soprano singers: Gleb, you, Kirill and me, while I can still do it." "And contralto: who will sing this? It must be a good boy with rich tones," Kirill asked. "Wait! Little Dima is the best and richest soprano. He could also take that register but he likes the first soprano parts. You, Kirill, have a good rich voice. You or I could be main contralto when needed." "Okay --- Dima, you, me and Gleb as sopranos and contralto as necessary. Igor and Artem as bass profound and Dima as tenor. Is it enough?" "I think, yes, if the sopranos don't over sing and we practise balance," Pasha considered. What does James think? We may need a second tenor, but we can see." By this time, the three boys and James had reached the church. The boys showed James how to behave. First they went to the little shop to buy the candles to place in front of the icons and for the living and dead relatives and friends. They then arrived in the church when the priest came out to bless the people and icons. There were very many people there, all standing – the women with their heads covered correctly with scarves. "You see, James, the language is very old and we don't understand practically any of the words but it is very holy," Gleb explained to James, who had ask for some translation of the beautiful singing. "We will not stay long, just enough for Pasha and me to confess our sins, then we will let the old ladies continue our prayers for us!" So Pasha and Gleb went off to the side where some priests were ready to speak to people. James and Kirill enjoyed the service, although James didn't really know what to do as it felt very different from his English church where everyone is expected to sit and stay for the whole service. Soon Pasha and Gleb came back looking happy. "Let's go, guys," Pasha said, and the little group left to go back to the school on foot. James was in conversation with Gleb, who was telling him his plans to be a priest when he was older. "There are several guys in my old school who have this idea," he explained. "Last year we went to a camp in the summer to study, and my father says if I still want this when I am 16, he will agree to it." "And you can marry, and have children, not like in the Catholick Church," James added. "Maybe you will be a great choirmaster and restore boys' singing to the Church." "Yes, yes – it would be great. Hey, guys!" - Gleb called out to Kirill and Pasha, seeing their Director in the street near the school. "Here is our great Dimity Petrovich to greet us. Gleb had liked Dima from the start, because he had persuaded his father to send him to the school when he heard him sing in St Petersburg. "Hey, Dima!" – Pasha called, greeting informally; "We never see you now because you are the busy Director. But we have a great idea for you," he added, meaning their plans for a small group of singers.. "Guys – come to my office," he replied. "I have some time now and we can drink tea." So the boys – Pasha, Gleb, Kirill, and also James went to Dima's office and Pasha told about the boys' plans. "I think it is a great idea, Pashka," Dima said. "It would solve some problems with Artem. He is going to sing just one more concert as a boy soprano and then our Dima will take all his solo work at the opera and concerts. You know, Artem has quite a good deep bass voice already, so if we can persuade Igor to join you, you would have a team." "And the tenors: who will they be?" asked Kirill. "Well, you know – what about James? I am trying to persuade him to take a job with us. So many of the boys have already said how much they love having him with us. It will take some time to bring him and his family over, but we could give his wife a position too. They are both qualified teachers and we need native English speakers." The boys thought it a great idea and were very excited. "We'll talk about it later, boys, but for now I want you to understand that it will be your little choir and you will decide how to run it. Draw up some plans with Artem, Dima and Igor, and then I will help you with practicalities. I will be your tenor also, but not choirmaster! You must elect a leader and get on with the job." Many of the local boys had gone to visit their families for the day and some had been taken out by friends. Pasha now had to go home, but he managed to get a few words alone with Kirill first. "So, try to keep your hands off Gleb tonight: he is pure and holy now," he said to his friend. "Like you, then?" Kirill smiled, trying to get a feel on Pasha's balls through his concert trousers, which he was still wearing. They were full cut and he wasn't wearing his tight briefs. "Don't , or you will start me again; I confessed everything!" Pasha replied, hurrying off to catch the bus to the Metro. It was now tea time and all the guys were called to the canteen for their snacks. Normally places were set for each boy but today, as many were away visiting parents and friends, it was more informal. "Hi, guys, come and sit with us," Kirill said to Gena and Sasha (who had just returned), and calling them to his table. "Hey, James – have tea with your friends here." So James went over to the free table which had been set for four, and when all had been wished a good appetite by the teacher on duty, they began to eat their curd cake and drink their tea. "So, James, you know our friends Gena and Sasha. You helped with their swimming!" James remembered very well his feeling Gena's bottom and studying his early pubes, and also wanking smooth Sasha in the water as he was giving him instructions how to swim. He wondered what the two boys had thought of their experience. "Is it true that you will come to teach in our school?" Gena asked in Russian, which Kirill translated. "It's really possible," James replied, if we can make the arrangements. "Oh it's great," Sasha said, smiling at James, no translation being necessary! "So, we must teach you Russian. You must have a teacher," Kirill said. "Yes, it must be I and Gleb, I think, because we can explain in English. Please don't listen to Gena or Sasha: they will teach you only rude words!" he added. "What are you saying about us, you cunt?" Gena said, not too loudly so the teacher did not hear. Just then, Misha, the Deputy Director, who had just come in, started to give some instructions for the evening's activities. "Dinner will be at 6 o'clock followed by home task in classrooms for tomorrow's lessons, and then second dinner at nine. We shall have the fire in dormitories at 9.30 and then it will be time to sleep. Now, we have some free time to play games or watch TV. The sports' hall will be open and the yard for football. Marina Ivanova will be running a creative profile in her room. So, when you have cleaned your tables and the room, you may go out" James remembered the ceremony of the candle from the camp. It represents the campfire around which everyone gathers to sing at the end of the day and to tell everyone about their experiences. "You'll come to our fire, James. We shall have the best singing because we have all the soloists!" Kirill said. But now, guys (he said in Russian) let's take James to teach him some Russian. Where shall we go? To our Headquarters?" Kirill was referring to the secret den they had made for their private activities on the top floor of the school. "Ok – but he mustn't tell anyone where it is. Not any boys or adults," Sasha replied. "So, James, we have a secret room – very comfortable. Only we guys, Pasha, Artem and Dima know of it, so you must swear secrecy. OK?" Kirill explained. The boys had just two hours before dinner, so they waited and made sure all was clean and tidy. The other boys had gone to various activities and some to walk in the street. Some days before Kirill had found a key to their secret room, so it was even more secure now. Kirill and Sasha went on ahead, and it was agreed that Gena would bring James in some minutes so as not to attract attention going up the stairs to the 3 rd floor. When there was no-one on the second landing, Gena took our friend by the hand and led him up to the safety of the 3 rd floor. The corridor was long and deserted, running the length of the school. It had not yet been repaired and was completely disused. There were many rooms and some dormitories leading off. Remember the whole school had previously belonged to a Kadet School before they moved to a new building. It was a teachers' room at the end that the boys had found and taken as their den. The door was closed but opened when Gena softly knocked. "Close the door, guys. I'll lock it," Kirill said, turning the key. "Welcome to our place, James; do you like it?" There were several chairs and a sofa and it had been made quite comfortable. Sasha took some cigarettes out of his shorts pocket and handed them round. "You want smoking, James?" he managed to say in English. James didn't smoke and neither did Kirill because he was afraid it would break his voice. James was feeling quite turned on at the sight of Sasha and Gena smoking. Both were very attractive boys, still very childlike. Gena, of course, had the added attraction for James because he was, like Pasha, very dark-haired and every fucking hair showed against his pale complexion. It was especially noticeable when he turned in profile when one could admire his darkening tash which was now quite noticeable. The rest of his face was hairless, but the hairs on his legs were starting to thicken. Gena and Sasha sat close either side of James on the sofa and Kirill took a chair in front, as he would act as teacher. As we know, Kirill was already shaving his tash, and James could see it faintly growing since the two days he cleaned it. So, for some time, the lesson progressed with the boys giving James simple vocabulary. James already had a book of simple phrases, so they went through some of those. As it was a free afternoon, the boys were wearing casual clothes: Sasha a nice blue shirt and red shorts of cotton; Kirill a red football shirt and white shorts and Gena a nice pair of grey shorts and a black t-shirt. All were wearing socks and the kind of indoor shoes or slippers worn in Russian houses. James decided that the most comfortable place to put his hands would be on the legs of the two boys and it was from then on that the lesson got more exciting, as the boys excitedly reported to Pasha and Little Dima the following Wednesday. So, we will leave the actual scene and take up the description of events in Sasha's own inimitable narrative in the same room when just he, Gena, Kirill, Pasha and Little Dima were gathered after the choir practice. They had already discussed what to do about the guard Igor filming Dima with his girl after the last concert, and more of this plan soon. "So, guys, what happened with James, after the concert?" Dima asked. "You had better ask blue-boy Pasha, Sasha joked. He spent the night with his second lover – Kirill was busy taking away Gleb's innocence!" "Lucky them," Dima smiled. We know our Pasha is so romantic, but a quick spunker, as I know from our last choir. But Gleb looks very sexy and still without pubes, I should think – so just what would satisfy Kirill. But that leaves Sasha and Gena: what excitement did you two have? "Not, bad, mate – not fucking bad!" Sasha teased. Getting ready to tell his story. Dima, Gena and Kirill and Pasha settled down to listen to the ever-interesting anecdotes of Sasha. "It started after that session with that cunt Igor whilst we were watching you and Artem fucking your girls," he started. "And don't worry, Dima, we found his hidden cameras and busted it!" "You better fucking had!" Dima replied. "I don't want my beautiful body posted all over the VK." (Russian Facebook). "Let me continue!" Sasha commanded, calling for attention. "Little Gena here was getting worked up at the screen: that bastard Iror was pressing his dick into my arse, and then he started shagging Gena through the beautiful bottom of his concert trousers and feeling his fucking knob! (Remember, Gena, you took your dick out for him!) Fucking hell, mate, what an arse you were showing when you were bending over to see the screen. Not bad for an eleven-year-old! Nice, soft buttocks, deep crack tightly covered by those silky trousers. No wonder Igor had his fat dick pressed right into it and had your dick out. He was only wearing tracksuit." "Yes, I could feel the cunt spunk into his pants when his knob was pressing hard into me as he was wanking me," Gena added. Good thing he couldn't get my pants down, as he was trying to! But it was that fucking girl's tits and your hand in her cunt, Dima, that was making me spunk." Fifteen-year-old Dima became very agitated, fingering his groin! "Fucking puberty mate; your turning me right on again," he said. "Go on with the story, Sasha!" Well, I couldn't see Gena afterwards much because he is in the lower year and another dormitory. But we saw each other in the shower before bed. That was when Kirill and James were eyeing up that new boy Gleb with the big hairless low-hanging balls and fat knob! So Gena and I planned to go out together the next morning while you were in the church." Sasha's sexy story was already exciting his audience. Pasha was visibly bulging in his school trousers, as was Kirill, who had already unfastened his belt and opened his zipper. Gena and Dima were also about to do the same. Sasha continued: "So, guys - Pasha went off with his lover-boy James. Kirill had a fucking great time with Gleb, and Gena went to bed to wank himself or to corrupt his innocent friends." "No, you cunt: I didn't," Gena interrupted; "I was spunked up after Igor did me, but I wanked and sucked Peter. and he's not innocent. He's still smooth but just spunking and I've just taught him to get the fucking skin back! You should have seen the knob when it popped out, mate. " Sasha was keen to get on with his story, as were the others, because they loved the way he told them. Gena had now lowered his trousers and was sitting on the sofa in just his blue underpants, which were hiding his erection. "So, guys," continued Sasha, releasing his own belt and opening his trousers in response to his erection, "Gena and I went out after breakfast looking for some fun. At first there wasn't a fucking girl to be seen in the street. Then we saw a cute girl at the bus stop. I said to Gena "Get your fucking dick up against her cunt, mate!" "Some fucking hope," he replied – didn't you, you wanker?" `' he said, turning to Gena, who had now lowered his pants to display his erection and fine spread of black pubes. "Well, just at that minute this little mini-bus crowded with people stops and the girl gets on. I said to Gena: "Quick, get your arse on the bus." So we both get on, Gena in front behind this girl. Fucking hell, it was a squeeze, but Gena gets behind this girl and his dick into her arse. You know I'm not fucking blue, but I couldn't be left out, so I got my dick into Gena's arse, almost lifting him off the floor with my fucking erection. My knob was out and ready for spunking." At this, Gena started wanking himself, taking the shaft into his hand and sliding his foreskin in and over the head of his penis and fingering his balls with his other hand. "My fucking knob was out too, guys," he said, wanking hard. The girl didn't seem to notice. Sasha's dick was up my arse, and I was ready for shooting." At this, Little Dima exposed his fifteen-year-old still smooth pubic region and, his penis springing straight against his stomach in full erection. As soon as Dima exposed himself to full view of the others, sitting on the chair. Kirill and Pasha also started fully wanking; Kirill's long penis was now at its full extent of length and thickness and Pasha's ample balls the object of huge admiration. Remember, guys that Pasha and Kirill both had full bushes, Gena his early pubes, but both Sasha and Dima (although the eldest) both completely hairless. "Go on with the fucking story," Dima commanded in his still light and unhardened voice, for a moment releasing his hands so that the others could admire his hairless ample balls and long throbbing penis, the skin now filly back exposing the knob! "So, we came to the next bus stop and people wanted to get on and off, but it was still fucking crowded with people. Would you believe that this fucking slag turned round in the bus, now facing Gena. I pushed round so I was at the side. Soon we were all compact together, my right hand on Gena's arse and left on her fucking arse! Gena, tell what happened next," Sasha said. Gena took up the story: "Fucking hell, mate, it was classic! I had my dick – skin had slipped back and knob out – pressed against her fucking cunt. I only had on thin pants and trousers so, she was feeling everything. Then she pushes Sash's hand off my arse and started rubbing me hard. A few seconds later I was fucking spunking. Good think I'm still not shooting think spunk because it was all through my pants." At this, Dima started moaning quite loudly, as he felt his orgasm rising from his balls. "Quick, guys," Pasha called: "Give him something to bite on or he'll be screaming. I know his orgasms!" And it was true: Little Dima was fully roused, more so than he had been with his girl. He was shaking with emotion as his hand was beating the shaft of his penis so fast that it was impossible to see the action. Pasha managed to cover his mouth as the orgasm came, his spunk blasting in three shots into the air. Gena and Sasha had never seen such a sight. "Fuck, Dimka, how can you do that and still without pubes?" Gena asked after he has finished his modest ejaculation, followed by Sasha's watery but powerful shot. Pasha and Kirill had managed to spunk thickly and copiously on the floor where they could clean it. "Fuck, Pasha," Kirill said. "There's enough spunk there to father a Russian army." "Not bad, mate." Pasha replied -- Ivan Ivanocich