Date: Wed, 24 May 2017 17:16:59 +0300 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Dima's Choirboys 25 Dima's Choirboys -25 Gena's Bush & Gleb's Big Knob - Fucking Puberty! 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. Please be advised that our boys use bad language. Gleb appeared in James's room wearing light-blue shorts of ample length and carrying his towel and wash bag. His bare chest was smooth and firm and his nipples puffy and slightly erect -- in fact, bursting with puberty! James beheld the figure with considerable desire. He remembered the only time the two had had intimate relations and he felt a stirring in his loins. "Come on, James; let's go!" he commanded in his smooth and silky and still completely unbroken, but teenage, voice. And, with that, the two went out to join the others. "We will go to the banya," he had told Kurt and Hans. Just bring your wash things and a towel. "Come on little brother, you're going to have to show that little dick of yours," Kurt joked to Hans. He'd already noted the size of Gleb's bulge in his briefs as he had watched the boy change from his trousers into shorts. "Don't worry, Kurt," Hans replied: "All eyes will be on Gleb. Fucking hell, he is like a bull; and what a knob!" "Fucking bush also, I should think," Kurt replied: "and you still have no hairs! Quiet, he's coming back. Are you ready?" They heard Gleb and James approaching. "Oh, hi guys," James said in German. "Are you ready for the sauna?" "Yes, we know it's a Russian tradition, but we are not quite comfortable with it yet," Kurt replied. "What did he say?" Gleb asked, and James told him. "Guys, if you are embarrassed to go naked, the boys will think you are gay," Gleb told them in Russian. "Just relax: let's go". The two German boys laughed at Geb's disarming way of speaking. "Erections are normal in boys of our age," he added. Now they were in the changing room of the banya and followed Gleb's lead in divesting themselves of their clothes. "How old are you, Gleb?" Kurt asked, not taking his eyes off the bulge in the boy's pants. "My birthday is tomorrow: I will be fourteen," he replied, slipping off his underpants and revealing -- FUCKING PUBERTY! -- his long ample and heavy penis: his elegant pear-shaped balls of considerable volume, and the fat knob, which was stretching the foreskin in an inviting way and weighing down the long penis heavily. The white, sensitive, head of the penis was clearly visible. As he walked to put his clothes on the shelf, his penis swung wildly like a pendulum. "Fucking hell! He's still smooth," Hans whispered to Kurt; a comment James heard. "Even you have some hairs, but he none, and he's at least two years older." "Yeah, thought he would have a bush," Kurt replied. "He's as smooth as you are, little brother!" "But look at the fat knob," Hans whispered back. "Bet he can spunk: look at the fucking balls!" It was true: Gleb looked the picture of Greek sexuality standing completely naked and awaiting the others. His slim, tall, body and long elegant legs seemed to demand genitalia in proportion to his build. But, he had been blessed from birth with an ample member, and his progress through early puberty had seen the enhancement of his member, especially the girth of the knob, which was much wider than the shaft. When the skin was fully back, it was a sight to admire! All that was missing was the rapid growth of pubic hairs and then the dreaded hardening of his voice. Little did the boy know that the first hairs would be visible very soon and a full bush in six months. The hardening of his voice would come later. Little Hans was soon naked. His balls had just descended and his penis still small and tight. He looked in vain for the sign of pubic hairs, but there were none, either at the base of his penis, or on his balls, where they often first appear. Kurt was soon displaying his pubic development: nice, shapely balls, well descended, and an ample penis, with a moderate knob, obviously well-wanked. A small and very new pubic fringe of curly hairs was spreading outward from the base of the eleven-year-old's penis. His equipment was already producing sperm like Gleb. But, unlike Gleb, he was very easily excited as his sexual activity was still very new and exciting for him. "See guys; you have nothing to be ashamed of," Gleb commented. Just at that moment, the door opened and young Gena entered. He hadn't been expected until tomorrow, but he had got an earlier train. "Hey, guys: who is this baby-face? Gleb exclaimed, looking at Gena's smooth face. For the first time, he had shaved his face, and rather carefully, and looked more consummate with his twelve years than he had done over past weeks. "Hey, guys; who are our new friends ?" Gena asked, now speaking in a very sexy and deep baritone, which sounded rather odd on his small stature. He was still wearing his street clothes of blue jeans and t-shirt, and when he had heard the others had gone to the banya, he had just taken his towel and quickly joined the group. "It's Hans and Kurt, or new boys from Berlin," Gleb explained. "You know Russian language?" Gena asked. "Hey, cool, guys; we are in the same dormitory -- Dima just told me!" he added. The two boys liked Gena from the start and soon were practising their Russian with him. "Come on, Gena; get undressed. We want to go to the steam room," Gleb commanded. "Oh, I forgot; you want to see my fucking bush!" the twelve-year-old joked, slipping off his trousers and shirt and displaying his hairy arms and legs. "Fucking puberty!" thought Kurt, as Gena lowered his pants to reveal his thick curly black hairs which was completely covering his pubic region and ample balls. "Not bad, is it for 12 years?" Gena boasted, thrusting his hips forward as if fucking a girl! "Are you a bass singer in the choir?" Kurt asked . Gena laughed: "No, soprano. My voice is still good, I hope! We only have boy sopranos in our choir and I don't want to lose my place yet! Still no hairs, Gleb, I see, but the knob bigger than ever!" he joked, turning to his friend. " Even Kurt has some hairs! Don't worry; they will soon come, and you'll have a bush like some of the younger kids!" he teased. Gleb liked Gena too much to be angry with him; and It was true: some of the older choirboys were certainly still smooth -- Gleb, Oleg, and Vanya. And little Dima, their visiting soloist, was just getting hairs at 16. They were, in fact the oldest at the moment. But many of the younger boys of 11 and a few of the ten-year-olds had started pubes, including young Yarik, who had been at the camp, and their were fine bushes on the 12 year olds and even a few 11 year olds. "Shut up you cunt!" Gleb replied, surprisingly using bad language. "At least I've a knob to be proud of; and I can spunk more than you, Gena, even though you may have the thickest bush in the choir after Kirill! You should see Kirill's bush, guys! You can't see his balls for it." Gena smiled and knew from experience that when Gleb used bad words his resolve was low and he was feeling sexually excited. James hadn't noticed because he could not understand the Russian. But he could tell that his friend was slightly agitated, and it looked as if his penis had swelled slightly. Because of the heavy weight of the knob, Gleb was very slow to show an erection, but the first stirrings in his loins always resulted in the base of the penis swelling slightly, and the ridge of skin at the base, where it joined the pubic area, to be more prominent. It was true; Gleb was feeling sexually excited. He had been celibate since his experience at the camp, and had even resisted emissions in his sleep, despite his priest, Father Kirill, telling him it was natural. There was now a great deal of undischarged spunk in his balls, which had build up during the weeks of his self-control. But he temptation to wank it out was ever present. Fortunately the two new boys were used to mutual wanking sessions. Kurt had been advised to leave his previous school because he had been caught with an older boy in Berlin. His father had taken then view that it would be better for him to study in Russia where things were more relaxed. Kurt, whose Russian was much the better of the two, asked Gena his age, and when he discovered that there was just a month's difference in age, became excited. "Fucking hell, mate: when did you get that bush?" he asked, as the boys walked to the steam room, Gleb leading the way with James. "It's puberty, mate! I was smooth about six months ago. See your starting too. Looks as if you like wanking it," he remarked, looking at the loose foreskin. "You'll soon catch up here," he replied. "The more you wank it, the quicker your bush will grow and the more spunk you will shoot! That's why Gleb is smooth: he's never wanked it much, so no stimulation to growth. But --fucking hell -- he can spunk, I must admit it!" Gleb and James had entered the steam room and were out of hearing. "Are you okay, my friend?" James asked Gleb, stroking his bottom. He knew Gleb would soon be training as a priest and was trying to control himself. So, he gently touched the head of the penis and slid back the skin a little to expose the member slightly. " You like wanking little boys, you pedarast?" Gleb whispered in James's ear. It was a favourite expression and meant the boy was about to lose all self control. The first time he had said such words, James had been frightened. But now he saw it as an excellent sign of extreme fun ahead. Gleb was extremely slow in reaching his intense orgasms and showed arousal slowly, so he was not even slightly erect. There was just a slight swelling in the girth of the member. Just then Gena and the two boys entered the steam room, so James behaved himself so as not to shock the new arrivals. So the banya continued in proper tradition and the boys and James got to know each other better. There was no sexual activity because everyone was a bit aware of the new boys -- how they would react. But James observed the two new boys carefully and was surprised at the extent of Kurt's development. He certainly hadn't got a bush but the pubes were thickening wonderfully and spreading llike wildfire across his one smooth pubic region. The penis was obviously in the process of enlargement and the foreskin, although covering the knob completely, was obviously well wanked and loose. James imagined getting his hands around the shaft and retracting the skin, exposing the knob. He took the opportunity of running his hands several times over the boy's fleshy buttocks. After half an hour of being together in the sauna, Gleb announced that he and James were to go to a rehearsal for his solo, and suggested the others stayed in the banya. "You will be okay with Gena," Gleb suggested. "Drink tea in the outer room and enjoy the banya." But as soon as James and Gleb had left, the talk became more intense between the remaining three "Hey, Gena," Kurt asked. "What about that cunt James. Isn't he gay? Have they gone wanking it? He couldn't take his eyes off Gleb's knob or your fucking bush. And did you see, his hands were all over Gleb. And he touched my arse three times. Isn't it wrong for a guy to have his hands all over naked boys?" Gena smiled: "Guys, guys! You have a lot to learn. Didn't you like James? Why call him a cunt? He's really cool!" "Kurt was a little deranged. "Well, of course I liked him, but isn't it strange for teachers to go to banya with us? "You are so fucking German, Kurt. Don't worry; but remember you are not in Berlin now. "Just remember I have fucked girls, as I expect you have. But I have also had James. Does it shock you? When you live in a school with all boys, you take what sex you can get!" "But isn't it gay?" Kurt asked. "Of course not: you can fuck girls when you can, but this is safer anyway," Gena continued. Our visiting soloist Dima, has a saying that girls are for fucking but boys for sucking! This was so different from Kurt and Han's former school, which had had a hunt on any activity between boys. "But where can we wank it? There is no privacy, even in the toilets without doors!" Little Hans added. "You can wank it in bed," Kurt replied to his brother. You won't mess the sheets, but what about the spunkers like us? We make a terrible mess!" "Wank it now?" Gena suggested. "Why not? I could do with getting some spunk out," he added, fingering is penis and sliding the skin back and becoming rapidly erect! This excited the two boys very much and they became immediately erect. "Guys; get the skin back and really wank it," Gena suggested, beginning an intense and fast masturbation session, his legs wide apart on the bench of the banya. The two boys were not slow to follow. Han's the youngest remembering the few drops of spunk he had produced the previous night with Kurt. He pulled the skin back and just started fingering the white and sensitive knob, the others watching, Gena pausing in his wanking in interest. "Come on, Hans; wank it out!" Gena encouraged. "Some of our guys at your age can shoot to kill!" Hans came to a climax, but today it was try: he just had a sensation. Then he watched the others. Kurt had now developed the technique of taking the shaft of the penis in his right hand, wanking hard until on the brink of a climax and then letting it calm down. This was Gena's technique too. "You near spunking it yet, you wanker?" he asked Kurt, whose Russian was good but only in a formal way -- he knew little slang and few bad words. "I'm ready to ejaculate!" he replied, releasing his penis again in the hope of another calming session. But the spunk started to rise and so the boy resumed a furious movement, exposing and covering the knob with every stroke. Gena also wanked hard, watching his friend and they both came to a climax together, Gena firing strongly into the air, and Kurt shooting much less. Both orgasms were very strong and caused the boys to swear wildly: Kurt in German! Meantime, what had happened to James and Gleb? The two had left some minutes before and had changed quickly, agreeing to meet in a small teaching room with a piano after ten minutes. "Do you still have your old concert trousers you wore in the camp?" James asked. "You know, they were too small for you and really showed your knob!" "Yes, I have them, but I have new, bigger ones now," Gleb replied. "I've grown so much in the summer." Ten minutes later, James was already in the music room sitting at the piano. It was a small private room without any windows, so perfect for his plans. Soon, the door opened and fair-haired Gleb walked in immaculately dressed in his concert trousers and white shirt. He knew James liked to play the game of seducing reluctant choirboys, and the thought had already turned him on somewhat, so he played the part. "Hell, my cute ears," James greeted, rising and stroking the boys fair hair and soft cheek and then his cute ears. Gleb's trousers were slim cut and had fitted him well six months ago. His mother had let down the leg and they had managed in the camp. He was a slim boy and the waist was still okay but there was not enough material in the genital area which was filled by Gleb's ample equipment. His progress through puberty during the past four months had in no way affected his voice, but the volume of his balls had increased twofold and his penis greatly lengthened and thickened. His already large knob had hardened and swelled in size. His buttocks had also become more rounded and firm. So you can imagine the sight for James as the boy came and stood by him at the piano. First, James took in the sight of the rounded buttocks, which were well-defined in the soft material -- every curve being represented, and well separated. He gently touched the boy's inviting and rounded buttocks. Did you feel all your English choirboys in this way?" Gleb responded. "No, because it would have been too great a risk," James replied. "Pasha was the first when I first came here," he continued, feeling the soft material of the boys trousers and edge of the underpants which was pressing against the trousers.. "Of course, Pasha is so gay, he will have sex with any boy or man who offers,! Gleb replied. "So, Gleb; let's start some exercises to warm your voice: take this high note and sing down the scale, very softly." Gleb effortlessly produced a high `c' in a pure tone and sang down in perfect pitch, James rubbing the boy's buttocks in rhythm with every note and then rubbing between the firm curves. "Now sing upwards, softly," he instructed, slipping his left hand between the bys slim legs and gently fingering his balls. Gleb took a breath as he felt his member swelling at the stimulation. "Fucking, bastard, cunt!" Gleb whispered to James before commencing the scale. Now some breathing," James said, as he stood up and positioned himself behind the boy, pressing his groin into the crack between the soft buttocks and his hands on his stomach. Gleb felt the penis pressing into his arse and his erection increased, strongly pressing out the material of his trousers. As Gleb breathed, James moved his right hand down and placed his palm onto the hard knob of the penis, feeling that the boy was now extremely erect and excited "Now, hold a high note, very softly," James instructed, sitting again at the piano and turning the boy towards him, and placing one hand on his bottom and the other again on the huge knob, outlined in the material. As the boy sang, he quite roughly began to grope the balls and knob, producing a stronger erection. "Let's go to your room," Gleb suggested. "It would be more comfortable and you can lock the door." James readily agreed, and the two proceeded to the next landing and to the room James occupied close to the dormitories, which were deserted because the other boys had not yet arrived. "Can I kiss you?" James, asked, knowing Gleb was not gay and didn't like it. "I'll close my eyes and pretend it is the girl at the camp, when I had my knob against her cunt in the disco". So Gleb closed his eyes and they embraced strongly. Soon Gleb forgot about the girl and started to enjoy being kissed by his strong hero. He was by now about 75% erect and feeling the sensations in his penis as he pressed close into his friend. James felt the hard knob against his groin and gripped the boy's buttocks. "Fucking hell, I'm leaking!" Gleb said, breaking off. "You like wanking little boys?" It was true; a strong emission of pre-cum had broken through his pants and was clearly visible. James gently unfastened Gleb's cute soloist's belt and opened his trousers. "Not so little now, my friend. When did you spunk last?" James asked. "Only once at the camp and not since," The boy replied. "After I had had my fucking knob up against that girl's cunt and she slapped me: you remember, I told you. My balls are on fire, just like then, but I'm not near spunking yet!" James gently lowered the boys underpants allowing the fine penis to spring strongly against Gleb's stomach, the strength of the erection supporting the heavy knob fully. It was only when the boy was extremely excited that this was possible. The foreskin was still partially covering the head, and James now easily slid it back, fully exposing the shining knob. "Fucking hell! What a knob!" James exclaimed, using one of his favourite expressions. "Wank it hard," Gleb commanded, now groping at James's erection. To be continued!