Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2016 10:57:30 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Dima?s Choirboys ? Chapter 18 Dima's Choirboys -- Chapter 18 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 don't 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. The remainder of the afternoon progressed normally and after dinner at half past six it was time to get ready for the concert. Because they were a small group, Dimitry Petrovich was keen to keep the ensemble very close and accurate. "Remember boys," he said; "When you are singing as a choir you must blend perfectly. I should not hear one voice over another. Listen to each other exactly." Because it was hot summer, it was decided that the boys should dress just in their smart black trousers with belt, white shirts without tie or coat and their black shoes with white socks. Soon, they were all assembling in the club ready for the performance. They were welcomed by the Director of the Artistic camp, Marina Nikolayevna, who asked them to sit together in the front of the hall with Dimitry Petrovish, their choirmaster. There was a small stage with coloured curtains and displays of the beautiful art work produced by the children of the camp. About 150 people would be present in total, comprising members of the three camps, including the Kadets, who had also been asked to provide some entertainment. As Pasha was not involved in the singing, he was dressed just in his casual clothes, but had put on some smart shorts and a nice shirt. As the small hall was already quite full, he went outside onto the veranda to smoke for some time, feeling sad he had lost his beautiful voice and cold no longer sing as before. Some people were still arriving, including the first of the Kadets, who appeared alone in the distance in his smart summer dress uniform. "Fucking wanker," Pasha thought, as he admired the sleek figure in the soft white trousers with red stripe, matching tunic with golden buttons and peaked cap. "Hey, you cunt!" the boy called, and Pasha's heart jumped to see Peter, whom he had not just recognized in his smart clothes and cap. He looked quite different from the rough boy he had encountered earlier. "Fucking hell, Mate; didn't know you in your uniform," he replied, walking down the steps of the veranda and onto the ground where Peter was standing. "Thought we'd put on our uniforms to impress the girls because your guys are all dressed up!" Peter replied. "I see they are already after that fucker Gleb. What about you? When the guys are fixed up tonight, we can go back to our corpus," he said, touching on Pasha's bulge. Pasha took a gasp of breath as he felt the boy's hand on his balls. "Which of your guys would rather come with us than with girls?" Peter asked, continuing to massage Pasha's genitals through his shorts. "Fucking hell!" Pasha thought, excited at the prospect of another rough session with this cute but rough boy." He thought Kirill was the best prospect, then remembered that his friend did not approve of his friendship with the Kadets. "Who else?" he thought, slipping his hand under the tunic of Peter's tunic and making a quick feel of his arse in the inviting uniform trousers. Just at that moment, Gleb appeared on the veranda. He was a little nervous about his solo and had come out to take some air. "Hey, Gleb!" Pasha called. "Come and meet my friend Peter. "Fucking spunker!" Peter thought as he let go of Pasha's balls and watched the tall, handsome, boy approach, his golden hair and winning smile shining in the evening sun. All his hormones were directed to his penis at this moment and it was rising strongly but constrained in his tight briefs. His eyes were captured by the sight of Gleb's sleek, sexy, body. He was dressed, of course, in his concert trousers with belt and clasp, and white shirt. Remember, guys, that Gleb has grown in the past weeks and his mother had let down the trousers. He was still the same slim boy as he had been in May, so they still fitted perfectly around the taught waist, but -- Fucking Puberty! - how he has filled out in his genital region in the three months since he had worn his choir uniform. His balls have grown, his penis has grown especially in girth - although he has not tested its size in erection for four weeks, his buttocks are fuller, and his already prominent knob is now even bigger and fatter, causing the once tight foreskin to be permanently retracted slightly, and just exposing the head of the penis! Not only was he just a few weeks away from his fourteenth birthday, but unknown to all, he was only six weeks away from getting the first (and most sexy) growth of pubes, which in three months would thicken into a fucking dark bush, which in six would completely cover his balls, not to speak of hair in other places! In one year, his beautiful voice would suddenly break into a deep bass. Every night his hormones were working to transform this cute boy into a handsome young man hungry for sex. His trousers were a slim cut, so there was no room down the leg, and everything was held by the pouch in his trunk-like underpants, into which he had changed after his shower with the small boys. His genitals, so held, pressed out against the expansive material at the front of his trousers, and his foreskin-covered knob bulged on the right side of the zipper, pressing the material out in a lump. His buttocks were also well defined and separated in the tight material, showing the outline of his briefs. But the spunker seemed unconscious of the effect this was having as he approached Pasha. "You remember Gleb from our team this afternoon," Pasha said, noting that his friend couldn't take his eyes off the boy, who stood a head taller than them both, despite their being a year older . "Yes, of course," Peter replied. As Gleb was introduced, Peter was shocked at how polite the boy was, as he spoke in his silky, unhardened but not childish, voice; and this added extremely to his attraction. "I heard you sing this morning," Peter said, putting on his best manners. "It was fucking great," he added, running his hand from the boy's shoulders to rest over Gleb's left buttock, so sexy in his silky black trousers. It was as if electricity had entered his body and activated his penis. Gleb did not react, but -- Fucking Puberty -- he too felt the electricity as the handsome Kadet continued to rub and rub and let his hand slide between the two buttocks . Soon the boys were in polite conversation and then walked together back to the club, where the spectacle was just starting. "Better go now and get ready to sing: Dima will be missing me," Gleb said, trying to control his emotions as he felt the boy's hand briefly touch his knob. "See you guys later," he added, going to his place, while Peter and Pasha lingered a little at the door. "Fucking bastard cunt!" Peter whispered. "Did you see his knob in his pants? Must have a bush and balls like you," he added. "Still smooth!" Pasha replied. "Not a fucking hair, but you should see that knob of his when the skin is back; and his balls, and he can spunk like a bull!" "Fucking voice like an angel," Peter replied. "I heard him sing when I passed the corpus when they were practising this morning! Is he really ready for it? Surely he's too holy." "Looses all fucking control, if you can get him started. That's the problem -- getting him going. He's disciplined and holy 90 percent of the time; but, you should see and hear the wanker when he gets started. Come on: let's sit with Igor and the guys at the back. We can hear better there." Soon the spectacle began and all were listening to the choir and to the soloists, all of whom distinguished themselves. The ensemble was very smooth and sung with great emotion. But it was when Gleb rose to sing that the atmosphere turned electric. Because of his light voice and tall frame he had absolute control on high tessitura and as he presented pieces by Brahms and also by Mendelssohn, his voice effortlessly soaring to the heights. He was accompanied by Kirill who, as we know, is a gifted accompanist. Even the uncultured Kadets were impressed and some of the girls very excited. "Fucking bastard wanker! Fucking cunt!" Peter thought, as he listened in excitement, thinking of Pasha's description of the boy's knob and spunking abilities. "I need that fucker tonight!" he resolved, as Gleb finished to applause. The others sang beautifully too, Kirill had shaved his tash because he didn't think it appropriate for boy sopranos to sing in public looking like advanced adolescents. He had even tried to persuade Gena to do so too, but the boy was too proud of his nearly 12-year-old growth, which was just filling out nicely and noticeable at a distance. "Well, you'll fucking have to when you go back to school: Dima said so," Kirill reminded him. "I know that, you fucking baby-faced cunt, but this is the camp ," Gena replied, running his fingers over Kirill's smooth face. As soon as the concert was finished, it was announced that there was to be a disco in the club after second supper. All were invited to it. Pasha was going off to collect his little boys and to take them to the corpus to change. "Will you go to the disco?" he asked Gleb, who was feeling very elated by his experience and applause. He had already had a group of girls around him offering him congratulations, including the one with the budding breasts and prominent nipples at the height of puberty whom he had noticed at the sports ground. In the crush after the concert he had already felt wandering hands over his buttocks and a few hands (both male and female) brushing his knob. "Well, of course, I might, but what about you?" he answered Pasha. Secretly he was afraid to go to the disco in case he lost control because many attractive girls had invited him to dance with them. "I'm going to play cards with Peter and maybe some of the Katets in their corpus. Come if you can." "Okay: I'll come 100% after half an hour," Gleb replied, remembering the attractive Peter, and wondering if he would be safer with the girls or the boys. Meanwhile, Igor and his friends had arranged things for Gena who had already gone back to his room to change. "Hey, Gleb: going to the disco?" a voice called, as Gleb was walking back. It was his friend Ilya who quickly caught up with him after leaving the dining room. "Yes, just for a short time: what about you?" he asked. "Yes, that cunt Igor has fixed me up -- and Gena too. They are both slags but I'm going to get up her cunt, if I can," he laughed as they entered the room. Gena was already there changing. "Hey guys: hurry, the disco will start and our girls are waiting," he called, pulling on his blue trousers. "You ready to get your dicks up cunts, guys?" he continued, trying to speak in his new baritone voice, but flying back to soprano. Suddenly, Gleb's resolve began to weaken and the wildest fantasies entered his head involving both boys and girls and also his friend James -- the English teacher - who would be arriving in some days. Maybe he would put his icons away for the night and have some fun. He hadn't had an outlet for over four weeks since before the beginning of his church camp, so he was fired up. He'd done well to control himself so far! "Fucking, bastard, wanker!" Gleb thought silently to himself. His beautiful complexion was flushing and the dirtiest thoughts spun his head. He remembered his encounter with the girl after the concert in his home city some weeks ago when he had lost his virgin state by fucking her roughly in the quiet alley. Then his wild sessions with James and Kirill at school entered his head. He pushed the thoughts out again with a prayer. He had already taken off his uniform and was pulling a pair of smart white trousers over his red and white briefs, and pulling up the zip and fastening he belt. There were a little more roomy than his concert trousers, which were really too small now and he knew he would get a new uniform when the school re-started. "So, guys, let's go to the disco. Are you ready?" he asked, putting on a smart red shirt and tying his nice canvas shoes and leading the way with his friends to the club. We must explain here, dear friends, that discos in children's camps are very rarely supervised by adults, even the young group leaders don't bother to attend and the disc jockey is usually about 16 and the lights are low or flashing. Our disco was no different. As Gleb and his friends approached, they could hear the loud music and feel the excited and hot atmosphere. Gleb, because he is slow to be aroused, had only felt the beginnings of stirrings in his groin, but Ilya and Gena were more advanced in their intentions as they entered the club. Several of the Kadets were already there with the boys from the artistic camp, all in a high state of excitement. As the lights flashed, Gleb caught sight of Igor pressing close to his girl in the corner of the room. He had his hands on her arse and was pulling her close. His knob was now close against her cunt. This time, she did not seem to be resisting. "Looks as if Igor is having some success," Gena thought, as he watched the boy moving his groin against the girl for a moment through the flashing lights. Meanwhile, Gleb had been taken by a group of girls to the centre of the room where they all danced in vigorous style, the lights flashing on the tits of the three girls in the group. "Fucking, bastard cunts!" Gleb thought to himself as he wildly danced. Extreme stirrings were now activating his penis which was pressing out the front of his trousers, as he thought of the sensations available if he could get his swelling knob against a girl's cunt and his hands on her tits. Ilya and Sasha and Oleg had also found girls, but were proving less successful as they seemed not interested in any contact, just dancing. Igor had had such success that his suggestion of taking his girl outside had been met with approval, so they quietly slipped away, his penis at the height of erection. There was an old deserted building some distance away and on the edge of the forest. This where the boy took his conquest, applied a condom and was soon thrusting his penis deep inside his conquest. Back in the club, Gleb had managed to get close to the girl with the prominent tits and budding breasts, and began to gently press his swelling penis against her cunt. At first, she had resisted, but he was still gentle and controlled, so soon, as her hands touched his inviting buttocks, she pulled him closer. Gleb was a very slow spunker, as we know, so he enjoyed a long period of semi-erection, during which time his balls and knob delivered intense pleasure and elation both to the girl and to him and they began to kiss. his erection strengthening and pleasuring his girl. But then. in his excitement, as his spunk was generating, he lost control and grabbed at her tits, thrusting at her cunt with his huge erection. As a result, he felt his face slapped and the girl, with her two friends, went off in disgust at his rough behaviour, leaving the boy with an intense erection and a strong desire for sex! "Fucking bastard cunts," Gleb thought, flushing bright red as he tried to smooth down his penis, pressing excitedly against his trousers. He left the disco and stood on the veranda, thinking what to do. Suddenly, he thought of the invitation to visit his friend Pasha who was visiting Peter and his cadet friends in their corpus. "Fucking, bastard slags," he thought, losing all control of his emotions. "If I can't get it up a girl, let's try with the fucking cadets.! So, Gleb left the disco, a lonely and upset figure; his emotions were in turmoil because his religious convictions were again telling him he had sinned in his behaviour with the girls. After all, he was to train as a priest, and must be in control until he marries. On the other hand, he remembered his mentor Kirill at the monastery telling him that if he slipped, God would catch him and hold him up. So Gleb took comfort from that, and made his way in the dark to the Kadet corpus, where he expected to find his friend Pasha and Peter. He started to walk quietly towards the corpus, on several occasions resolving to go back to his room to be away from temptation, but his erection, which refused to go down, and a strong desire deep in his loins drove him on. Because he was a very slow spunker, Glab was not quick to react to emotions and it was possible for him to remain in control. But once he lost control -- FUCKING PUBERTY. He fingered his knob, hoping nothing was leaking out to stain his white trousers. Fortunately, pre-com hadn't started to rise, and he was still dry. Just then, he saw Vanya, the small boy with the puffy nipples and deep bass voice, who was just walking over from the living corpus of the artistic camp. "Hey, you cunt!" Vana, said warmly. "Seen Pasha and the other guys?" He had been watching Gleb in his past moments fingering his penis. Gleb remembered it was the cute Vanya who had had his dick against his arse after the football game when the photos were taken. At least, he thought it had been his dick! He was a much smaller boy than Gleb and may have had difficulty making contact, unless he stood on his toes! "They are at the Kadets' Corpus. Want to come, you spunker?" Gleb replied "You been to the disco, you bastard?" Vanya asked as he walked along. "Had my knob right up against a fucking cunt mate, but the slag pushed me off after ten minutes," he replied roughly, thrusting his groin forward, as if to demonstrate the action. "Fucking hell, Mate: I thought you were the holy one!" Vanya said, shocked. Did you spunk it? I would in five minutes of rubbing a cunt, not ten!" "No, Mate," he replied, as they walked on in the heat of the evening. "What about you?" Gleb asked. "Have you had it up against a cunt? Didn't see you at the disco, but your friend Igor was there". "Didn't go, but I heard Igor has fucked his girl at last," Vanya replied. "You going to wank it with Pasha and that kadet?" he asked, as Gleb felt the boy's hand on his right buttock. Gleb's own hand was gripping his small friend's bottom also. "To the forest, you cunt!" Vanya whispered. In less that a minute the two boys were in a secluded spot. Gled leaned back against a convenient tree, reducing his height and opening his legs, so that when he pulled Vanya to him, their groins and faces were level." "Fucking hell, Mate," Vanya explained. "Is that your fucking knob pressing me?" "And what's that pressing my fucker like a baton?" Gleb replied. "You had it into my arse earlier at the match, didn't you, you gay bastard!" he replied, pulling the boy roughly towards him and kissing him passionately. Vanya responded, his tongue exploring Gleb's mouth; and he then felt the boy's hand on his balls and then his knob, which was now swelling to a height of erection. " I loved your singing, now get the bastard out!" Vanya commanded, breaking the kiss and unfastening Gleb's belt and pulling down the zipper. Gleb slid down Vanya's shorts to reveal his blue briefs. "Wait!" Gleb replied. " I want to take off my trousers, so as not to dirty them." With that, he pushed Vanya off and gently stepped of out his trousers and folded them neatly on the dry grass. Vanya had now stepped out of his pants and was displaying his fine body. His balls were full and shapely, like large pears, large for his small body, and his ample penis in a thick bush of blond hairs, the shaft of which was still covered by the skin but he was erecting strongly. Gleb was now only wearing his red trunks. Vanya roughly pulled them down. "Fucking hell! You still a smoothie, aren't you? Thought you'd have a bush," he exclaimed in excitement, as he examined Gleb's bare pubic region. "You're bigger than Igor!" Although he was strongly erect, Gleb's huge knob was weighing down the penis. It was only at the height of erection, shortly before spunking, that his member was completely flat against his stomach. Vanya gently stroked the bare pubic region and then examined the knob, which was very swollen, the skin still covering the head, just the tip being exposed. "Fucking hell! What a knob! They said you were big, but you're bigger than even your friend Pasha," Vanya said, remembering his viewing of the boys in the shower earlier. It was true: the balls were very heavy and descended in the huge sac and the penis now long and shapely. The knob was very much wider than the shaft and, up until a few weeks ago, Gleb had had difficulty in retracting the skin. He hadn't been erect for nearly four weeks, since last wanking with James in Skype, and he was himself surprised at his growth. Now, the skin slipped fully back, as Vanya took took the knob between his fingers and began to squeeze it, and then to retract the skin. Easily now, the skin slipped back and the entire knob was exposed. Gleb was wild with excitement, as Vanya pressed down the shaft of the penis just below the knob, and started to rub his nipples with his other hand.. "Fucking, bastard cunt: wank me hard!" Gleb commanded, as he lost all control, and started rubbing Vanya's budding tits. Vanya had never been wanked on the nipples before, and he gained intense pleasure And for several minutes the two wanked wildly. Gleb was still nowhere near his climax when Vanya began to ejaculate strongly. "Oh, my fuck!" the fifteen-year-old kept saying as his ejaculations continued. "Fucking wanker!" finally Vanya exclaimed, as he collapsed in Gleb's arms. -- Ivan Ivanocich