Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 13:34:29 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Dima's Choirboys - 22 Dima's Choirboys - 22 A few days later, now towards the end of the camp, James was going to join the boys on the beach but just as he was getting changed in his room with Little Dima, Gleb appeared, wearing his light blue swimming trunk and a red towel over his shoulders. "Hey, Gleb, you're going to give all the girls a turn seeing you like that," Dima said, in Russian, admiring the well-filled speedo trunks. As you know, the nearly-14-year-old had one testicle larger than the other, or so it seemed, because it always showed rounded like a ball in the sac. This was visible in the material on the right side and the knob very prominent below. Fortunately his mother had bought him new trunks just before the camp, and they were tied securely with the white cord, which was in a neat bow, the ends tucked into the waist-band. The material was strong but quite thin, and his rounded buttocks were also prominent and inviting. It was true: all Gleb's hormones seemed to be channelled into one object at the moment. "Give it a rest, Dimka; you're not bad yourself!" Gleb replied, in his soft, silky and unhardened voice, blushing slightly, as he often did when embarrassed. He'd been so busy with his solos for the concerts he had to prepare for September that he had not had much time to talk with James alone and he now wanted the opportunity talk with him and to hear his news. Dima realised they wanted to be alone and got up to go. "See you later, guys. Come when you have finished talking," he added in Russian. Misha, the deputy director, had gone ahead to the beach with Pasha and the smaller boys, leaving the others to follow, and Dima rushed off to catch up. It was very hot and they were all wearing hats and had their shorts over their swimming trunks. The boys from the Kadet camp had gone home, and there were just few remaining from the artistic camp. Igor was one, so he was keen to team up with our boys, and as Misha had asked the artistic camp to the beach, Igor was able to meet up and to swap some stories. "Hey, where's your friend Gleb?" he asked. The others looked round but could not see him. "Probably talking with James," Ilya replied. "Look, here's Dima," turning to the boy who had just caught them up. "More like wanking it after the session he had with that girl you found him, Igor," Oleg replied, smiling at Kirill, who had also witnessed the incident. Dima, hearing the remark, kept quiet. Being the eldest, he did not entirely trust Igor, not knowing him, and because he was from a different camp. "Yeah, not a bad night!" Igor replied. There's two really hot girls arrived today -- friends of our director; they should be at the beach," he added. "Take your pick and I'll fix you up for tonight." "What about you, Igor? How did you make out with your girl at the disco? Did you spunk it before you managed to fuck her?" Oleg asked, knowing full well what had happened. "She'd been pushing me off for some days, as I told you, but at the disco she eased up when I managed to get my dick up against her. Fucking hell, it was almost lifting her off the ground, so I took her on the veranda and really got my knob up against her. It was easy after that. Nearly burst the fucking condom I spunked so much," he joked, making a thrusting movement with his hips, which amused the others, especially Sasha, who, as we know, is a complete joker. Igor was tall and well built and was just growing his first public hairs at the base of his ample, 13-year-old, penis and had been sexually active with girls for some time. "Yes, same here," Gena boasted. Mine was fucking easy!" Just at that moment they arrived at the beach and climbed down the stairs onto the sand. It was hot to the feet when they took off their slippers. The guys laid their towels down together. Soon they had stripped off their shirts, watching Pasha playing with his little boys Gosha, Max, Yarik and Roma, building castles. "Hey, guys, come and build castles with us," he called. Oleg got up to go over to Pasha. He was still wearing his football shorts. "Oleg, come and help," Yarik, the mature 11 year old called over. "Nice arse and bulge on that Yarik," Kirill whispered to Ilya and Sasha, as they watched from where they were sitting. "Do you think he's spunking?" The boys didn't know that the boy had been getting nightly relief from his friend Pasha before sleeping! The boy was experiencing strong erections before sleep and Pasha had suggested ways of relieving the tension in his young but growing testicles. "Sure to be; did you see his pubes in the shower the other day?" Ilya replied. "Quite a growth. The others are still smooth. Look: Oleg's taking off his shorts. What an arse! - Sashka, get your dick into that! - " he continued, as the 12-year-old bent down. He was wearing light blue speedos which were tightly hugging every curve of his buttocks. " Wanking his knob would be better, " Sasha replied: "Look at the size of the fucker! Did you see him and Gleb in the shower last night?" Sasha added: "Fucking wankers -- the size of them! That's number two to Gleb's: look at it," he continued, in his comic way as they watched Oleg turn round displaying his front. "Fuck, yes; and the only ones of us still smooth, except for those little kids. Pity Gleb doesn't often wank, now he's grown so much," Ilya replied; "He's really sexy when he gets going, and his balls are much bigger now than when I last wanked him." "Well, we both know what he's like when he gets going! Fucking hell, wouldn't mind a session now, - you should see his spunk, Sashka; he can really fire it!" Kirill said, who had given Gleb his first introduction to mutual wanking, and the first to get the tight skin back off his then very sensitive knob! Regular readers will remember the incident and the later one with Ilya. Since then, Gleb had succumbed to temptation rarely and only at the camp on the night of the first disco. "James is here now, and you know how close they are: James has had him at least once, you know!" Kirill told them. "Bet they are at it now: they are both missing!" he added. "Come on, let's swim and see if we can get a feel of that knob on Oleg!" The boys were not the only ones who were watching Oleg. Two girls, around 13 or 14 years old, were swimming in the sea and they had noticed our group arrive, first Pasha and his boys who were soon building castles on the edge of the water. "Hey, they're the hot choirboys we were told about. Look at the small one with the tash!" a girl named Irina said to her friend, looking at Pasha. "Oh, wow! He could be about 16; and look at that one. He's like a boxer. What a chest and muscles. He's definitely mine," Kristina, her friend replied, looking at Oleg. "And look what he's got in his pants!" she continued. It was true; the front of Oleg's speedos was extremely well filled and the knob very prominent. He wasn't as big as Gleb, but because he was much shorter in stature, his equipment was much more defined. He, like most Russians, was not a shy boy and he had no idea of the scene he was creating on boys and girls alike. "You can have the other blond. He's the famous singer, I think," Irina whispered, looking at Little Dima. "Seen him on the television. He's 16 now but doesn't look it! They say he's really dangerous with girls and irresistible!" "Where's that other handsome and tall blond the girls were talking about before they left? You know, the god-like one. They say his knob is really huge!" Kristine replied. "If he's bigger than that boy, I want him badly." Just then, Misha called them all to the water to swim, so the girls got a treat when Igor, Kirill, Oleg, Dima, Ilya and the others suddenly ran into the sea. They couldn't take their eyes off Krill, also. He was wearing more supportive but tight trunks like Pasha, but his penis (very long, even when soft) was very noticeable and curved towards one side. Igor soon took charge of the situation, and it was at this point that young Gena in his blue trunks, tash and hairy legs came to the notice of the girls. "Hey, he's the other guy the girls were talking about!" Irina noted. "Really young and sexy with a thick bush!" "Come on, you wankers; let's swim to those girls?" Oleg said to his friends. "Fuck, look at the nipples on that one," Gena replied, ducking Sasha in the water and watching Igor chatting to the two girls. "Get your knob up against her!" he added, making a grab for his balls but missing. "Get my knob into her, you mean," Sasha said, starting to wank himself in the water through his speedos, and grabbing Oleg's arse with his other hand. "Fuck off; my mind's now on those tits, not on you two!" Oleg replied in fun, also feeling Kirill's hand on his hardening knob, but enjoying the sensations, all the same. Now, the boys were gathered round the girls in the water, which was up to their chests; all except for Pasha's group, which was splashing in the shallow water. Igor was chatting to the girls, whom he knew: "If you want the tall holy one with the fat knob, he's special and will cost you. You haven't got a chance on your own. Don't know where he is now." "What do you know?" Kristina replied. "Well, try if you will, but he's training for the church and will just walk away from you," he replied. "I'll have to get him ready for you!" Little Dima, who had heard these words of Igor determined to warn his friend Gleb against him and to try to protect him, and he was able to mention this to Kirill and Pasha (who were also close to Gleb) later. The boys had only a few moments to chat before the girls were called away by their leader to go to some other activities, and Igor had to go too, because he was part of their group; this left our boys to swim and play for another half hour, after which, they made their way up to the camp for showers before tea. "Fucking hell; what about that girl who couldn't keep her eyes off your knob?" Sasha giggled, carrying his towel and shorts, like the others. "Don't remind me, or you'll get me wanking again!" Oleg replied. "And was that you wanking my knob in there?" he asked to Kirill "Or was it you, Gena?". He'd been sorely tempted by the girls he'd seen on the beach and had felt his penis swelling (assisted by Kirill's stimulation) when he had looked at Irina's tits as she was chatting to him at the same time as Gena had started pushing his dick against his arse. Just then, they saw Gleb and James walking together towards them. "Hey, guys -- is it too late for swimming?" Gleb called, giving them his winning smile and joining his friends with an about turn. "You crazy guys; it's time for tea even now: what have you been doing?" Kirill asked his great friend, knowingly, and Ilya gave him a wanking sign when James wasn't looking. They were speaking in Russian and James didn't understand. "Have you been leading our holy boy astray?" Kirill continued, now in English to James. "Hi guys," James greeted innocently, mentally undressing the entire group! "We were practising English," he answered truthfully. "Well, if you are sure you haven't corrupted our friend, you had better come and wash with us," Kirill concluded. "But not with Gleb!!" Continuing in Russian he said: "Gleb, go and look after Pasha's boys and tell Pasha to come to the shower alone." It is true, as we know, that Gleb and James had been in long discussion. Although James had very much wanted to touch his friend intimately, he knew that the boy was trying to be controlled and was, to a degree, succeeding. He'd hardly been able to take his eyes off the boy's fat knob and huge balls, prominent in his swimming trunks, so he had asked Gleb to put on his shorts over his trunks, which the boy had done, and then he listened to all Gleb told him about his church camp, all his problems, and the tips he had been given to control his feelings. He told him about his failings with the girl and then with the boys later, and also about his plans for the future. "I'll say in the choir and school until my voice fails, hopefully not before I am 16, but if earlier I can start to train for the church at a special school. I want to study very hard to be an expert at the liturgical language and musicology," he added. "But what about sex?" James asked him gently, not in a provocative way. "Of course, it is a problem, but I can take a wife; it's encouraged," Gleb explained. "I think your priests are not allowed to marry, which seems stupid to me, an causes some problems sometimes for the boys in their charge!" James could not answer this point, but explained that this was the rule of Catholics only. There was some silence between them before Gleb spoke again. "I know you want me, and I do love you very much," Gleb had told him, crying on his shoulder. "But I promise that on the last night of camp, I'll come to you again! But I think it will be the last time between us: well, we shall see," he qualified, giving James his winning smile which endeared him to all. "Come on, let's go to the beach before I lose my resolve and you get an even bigger erection!" he finished, getting up, and kissing his friend on the cheek. "O.K," James said, contenting himself with a friendly pat on the boy's left buttock and stroking the short hairs on the back of his neck as they went out together. He loved and respected Gleb too much to force him against his will. And Gleb loved him all the more for it and for his comforting words. And so they walked, arm in arm together down the path. Kirill and Dima seemed to know that some spiritual understanding had passed between the two, so when they met in the forest path after swimming, they wanted to reward James for his loyalty to the friend they both loved so much. When Gleb was asked to fetch Pasha he seemed to know why, readily agreed, and ran on to where Pasha was walking with the little ones. Soon Pasha dropped back. "So, are we having a session not suitable for Gleb? He told me he thought you were!" Pasha asked, as he joined his friends. "Hey, James, are you joining us? You know how wicked Russian choirboys can be, so you better not be shocked, especially with Gena and Sasha here!" And with that they made their way to the shower room and closed the door.