Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2017 08:52:57 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Dima's Choirboys 24 Dima's Choirboys --24 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. "What a Fucking Knob!" We left out boys at the end of the training camp with some unanswered questions. What had happened between James and Gena and later between James and Gleb. The answer is that much happened between the former and there was just a platonic romance between the latter. James did not want to force Gleb in his resolution not to engage in any sexual activity, so they just lay in each other's arms in a brotherly way. Gena had provided James with all the excitement he needed and they had both satisfied their carnal lusts. Meanwhile Gleb was still struggling with his emotions. The camp had ended with a grand concert given to a large audience, and then everyone had returned to his home to spend the final ten days of the holiday with his family. If you read "Gleb's Big Knob -- Part 2" you will find out what happened between Gleb and a sailor boy on the metro in the week before the new school term.At the choir school at the end of August Dimitry Ivanovich was discussing the new boys with James, his new assistant from England. In addition to the new boys of eight and nine years old, there would be a few older boys from other choirs, mainly joining the 6 th class, but one -- a boy named Vanya -- will join Ilya and Gleb in the 8 th Class. "He is quite a small boy for his age," Dima explained, and I believe his voice will last at least a year, perhaps longer. It will be good for Gleb and Ilya to have another boy to study with. "What about Kirill? Won't his voice fail soon," James replied. "He still has an excellent voice, despite his development, and he is an excellent accompaniment. If his voice does fail this year he will be very useful in this field. My main worry is Gena. He is just 12 but has already a deep speaking voice, as you know, and considerable facial hair, which he must shave. It hasn't affected his singing voice, so we must try to preserve it, like we did with Artem and Pasha. I don't know what we would do with him if his voice failed so young." "Shall we still use Dima as a soloist," James asked, speaking of the sixteen-year-old, whose voice has still not failed. "Yes, of course, as long as he is free to visit us and as long as his voice lasts," Dima replied. "But we must train our own soloists. We really need another boy like Dima or Artem whose voices lasted till sixteen." As we know, James was in full possession of the facts of all the boys' pubertal development and had followed it closely ever since he was appointed. He was also much looking forward to the boys returning. "Fucking Puberty!" he though as he recalled Gena's full bush and heavy balls, which he had examined closely at the camp. Gena had been completely smooth, but spunking, when James had first met him about 8 months ago. It was decided to put Gena into the same dormitory with the more mature 13 year-olds and the three 14-year-olds -- Gleb, Ilya and Vanya. They then turned to speak about the two boys arriving from Berlin: Kurt and Hans. "They both speak Russian and have excellent musicality, " Dima explained. "They have harsh voices at present, but we can train them out of that, as they are eleven years old. As Gleb is our head soloist, I am putting them under his special care. They can also be in the same dormitory, even though they are younger." James was very pleased to hear this, as he spoke German quite well. He had read the school reports of the two cousins and discovered that they had been refused entry to some other choir schools for unstated reasons. They would be arriving by train that evening and Gleb would go with Dima and James to meet them. Gleb had been thrilled to be asked to help. He was very proud to have been appointed chief soloist and prefect of the school. It would be his fourteenth birthday on the first day of school and his mother had prepared to send a lot of treats for his friends. Meanwhile, Hans and Kurt were already on the overnight train to Moscow from Berlin, and they were enjoying being alone. They were cousins and both eleven, although Kurt was almost twelve and more mature. Their mothers had bought them a two-coupe on the train, so it was very comfortable for them. Both boys had sung in German choirs but the opportunity to come to Moscow had pleased their parents who were of Russian descent and wanted the boys to perfect the language. "Do you think we will manage to learn and communicate in Russian?" Kurt asked Hans. "Well, I think so. You better than I at first, his brother replied. "You spoke well with the steward of our wagon, and I understood most," he replied. "He told us we should have passport control during the night and to be read for inspection." So, the boys had some hours to relax. They were both anxious that their new friends would accept them and not treat them as foreigners. "Hey, Kurt: plug in your tablet and let's watch that porno you said you downloaded from VK," Hans said. "You sure you want to see it, little brother?" Kurt asked in jest. "It's only for big boys." Hans replied that he was the same age as Kurt, even though some months younger. "But you can't spunk yet; I know it!" "I can just a little - I got two drops out last night! But you can!" Hans replied. "I heard you last night when you thought I was sleeping. Why didn't you let me join in?" "Because you are too young to be wanking it," his brother laughed. "Bet you never had the skin back over your little knob!" And so the conversation went on, and we can guess where it ended! The next morning, Gleb arrived at the choir school, together with all his luggage and some treats for his birthday. "Have a good birthday, my dear son," his mother said, kissing him. "You know I shall be away in St. Petersburg for a month, but you have the key to our apartment, if you need anything." "Yes, mother: and you know we have a concert in St. Petersburg in three weeks, so do come to hear my solos," Gleb replied, getting his bags out of the car. "Oh, look: here is James, our teacher," he said, as he saw him coming towards the car. James was very Glad to see his old friend again, and greeted him with a hug. In the brief moment of contact, Gleb's prominent knob pressed against James's groin, exciting them both. "Come quickly, Gleb: our director, Dimitry Petrovich wants to see you. He has guests who want to meet you." Gleb quickly bade farewell to his mother and rushed into the school with James. He quickly dumped his bags in the dormitory and looked at himself in the mirror. He was glad he had put on rather smart clothes. He had many that were getting too small, and these smart grey trousers still just fitted him, and, of course, his shirt was fine. He was wearing it outside his trousers, which just covered his groin, hiding the prominent bulge, of which the boy was now quite proud, as he knew it attracted the girls! "James, give me a comb, please. I don't have time to unpack my bags; and stop feeling my arse: you know I am trying to be controlled!" He then smiled at James, and his friend knew he was joking, or almost. It is true that Gleb is fighting against his new emotions and drive, but he cannot resist the charms of his older friend, and the man's hand running over his smooth, firm, buttocks certainly excited him. "Okay, Gleb: come on," James replied, taking a comb and tidying the boy's beautiful fair hair, and then patting him on the bottom. Gleb smacked his friend hard in fun and the raced down the corridor. "I am not a little boy, James," he teased. Who would think that James was in his 30's and a teacher at the school. But he was very popular with the boys, and they all treated him like a respected older friend. "Keep you shirt over that knob of yours," James whispered, as they approached the meeting room. "Or they won't be able to take their eyes off it!" "Who are `they'?" Gleb replied, but did not get an answer James pushed him into the room. Dima was sitting at his desk and two official-looking men sat in easy chairs. They all rose. "Gentlemen: this is Petrov Gleb Gennadivich, our dear soprano soloist with whom you wish to speak." Gleb was very shocked to be address by his formal names, including his father's, but he knew he would have to use it now when he receives his passport next week after his 14 th birthday. Gleb stood to attention and greeted the two men. "Comrades, I am glad to meet you!" he replied. The elder of the two smiled and asked Gleb to sit down and then addressed the meeting. "Gleb, we are officials from the Ministry of Culture. And we have been sent by -- let us say -- some "very high minister" to invite you to sing privately, and then, after that to discuss some future engagements. Do you accept our invitation?" Gleb suddenly felt dizzy and was glad he was sitting. But then he thought he should be standing, so he rose. "Dimitry Petrovich, is it true?" he asked with emotion, some tears already falling from his eyes. "How can it be so?" The gentlemen and Dima explained that Gleb had been recommended by scouts who had heard him sing in various locations. After some further discussion, the gentlemen dismissed him, saying that they knew he had to go to Belarus terminus to meet a train. He would be sent for by chauffeur in three days to discuss the programme! "Gleb, please go in a taxi with James to the station," Dima instructed. Bring the two boys here to meet me. The train arrives in 90 minutes. I must remain with these officials." "Wait, you may take our car," the more senior official said. " I will inform our driver and have a space cleared for you at the station. You will be back much more quickly, this way." Gleb left the office, still in some shock and was met by James who, of course, knew all about the news. Soon they were in the street and found the car with official plates, and before long arrived at the station just before the arrival of the boys' train. "Wow, look how we go through the traffic, and everyone moves for us!" Gleb exclaimed as they swept in front of the station and were give a reserved parking space. "I will help with the boys' baggage," the driver said, accompanying them to the platform where the train was just standing exactly no time. Hans and Kurt were just getting out of the wagon with their heavy baggage when Gleb and James saw them. They greeted them warmly and the driver summoned a cart to take the luggage. The boys were relieved to see such friendly people and when James began to speak to them in German, they were very happy. They also immediately liked Gleb, who understood that their Russian was not perfect and spoke to them slowly, formally and clearly. Soon they were in the car and speeding towards the school. "Oh, this is a great car: how is it that it speeds through the traffic?" Hans asked. James explained in German that it was an official car of the government and told the boys all about Gleb's invitation. James liked the two boys, and especially the look of Kurt, who was almost 12 and must surely be spunking. He noticed a bulge in the boy's jeans although his face was still very fresh and boyish. When they arrived at school, Dima greeted them and asked Gleb to show them to the dormitory. The other boys would not be arriving until the morning, except for Anton, who was a year younger than the new boys. James remembered his first sight of Anton in the showers some months ago. "Fucking puberty!" he thought, as he remembered long, smooth and swinging penis, but still undescended balls. James had some tasks to complete, so he left the boys together and went to his room, which was on the same corridor as the senior dormitory. "So, guys, don't be afraid," Gleb said to his new friends, adding his winning smile. "We will look after you, and you have a great advantage of Russian ancestors." "Is it true that you are a great singer?" Kurt asked, and Gleb took them on a tour of the school. "Well, who knows!" Gleb replied modestly, leading them upstairs to the dormitory. He explained that the two brothers would be in the 8th class dormitory because it was smaller and "I can look after you," he added. "My friend Ilya will come tomorrow and another boy, names Vanya. "Vanya speaks German, I understand; but I think you know Russian enough already." "Me a little, but it will improve," Hans replied. "What about English?," Gleb added. "I know it rather well." "No, only a little," the boys replied. Gleb showed them their beds, next to his and Ilya's. "This will be Vanya's bed. It is a cool room." "Where is our bath room?" Kurt asked. Gleb explained that there were two small hand basins in the dormitory but that they would go to the shower room to wash or to the banya, which was in the basement. "Don't worry, I know Germans are more shy, but you will get used to us all living together." Meanwhile James had gone to his room and was thinking about the two boys. "Fucking wankers!" he thought. "The older one, Kurt, is certainly spunking but probably still smooth." He'd be able to check later as Dima had suggested he take them to the swimming pool and banya in the basement. He suddenly remembered that Gleb would be with them too, and young Anton. He thought about his last encounter with Gleb whose physical maturity had increased greatly over the past six months, and especially over the summer. James opened up his notebook and went to the folder in which he kept updated lists of his favourite boys. This is what he had last written: Gleb. - August 2016 - aged 13 years 11 months. What a Knob!!!! Observed in shower room at camp: Penis is now very long and shapely and has widened in girth; his balls now hang low like pears in their smooth white skin, one large ball prominent in the sac and hanging lower than the other. Still completely hairless, but his member and balls look large on his slim and athletic frame. There is a ridge of skin where the penis joins the pubic area, and this is surely where the first dark hairs will appear and grow quickly in just a few weeks' time. G reat feature of this penis is the huge knob, much wider than the shaft, which heavily weighs down the member, and in the changing room to the shower has the effect swinging the penis from side to side like a pendulum . The increased girth of the helmet of the knob is now forcing the loose foreskin back a little, so that the tip of the sensitive member is almost always slightly exposed. Observed to be retracted further by the act of washing. Known to have been sexually active on only occasions at camp, once with his friends after failing to seduce a girl at the disco (she slapped his face when he rubbed his knob up against her cunt), and again with his older friend! Even though he is religious, he pleasured a girl with his member after a concert some weeks ago. A slow spunker, he and also has learned exercises from his priests to control his emotions, and manages long periods without sexual activity or stimulation. But when his resolve fails, - fucking Spunker! Just at that point, the door opened and Gleb came in. "James, my friend. Come to the banya with us. We are almost ready." James quickly closed his notebook and went off down the corridor with Gleb to join the others.